"The pony hid behind a large metal structure, his breath short and ragged. He'd been running from those things for what felt like hours, but he still hadn't managed to get away from them. He had no idea of what they were, of where he was or of how he'd gotten there, all he knew was that they were after him, and they wouldn't stop until they'd caught him. Those horrible, unnatural abominations.
He couldn't take it much longer, he knew. They were too big, too fast, he couldn't run forever and he couldn't fight back. Sooner or later, he would get too tired, and they would catch him. And then it would all be over. He'd heard stories, ever since he'd been a little colt, stories of what happened when the sky opened up and ponies disappeared, but he'd never believed them.
And yet, there he was. Those things, whatever they might have been, had come for him. He'd seen it, clear as day, the deformed appendage that had come down from above him and brought him where he now was. Gone was the comforting and familiar sight of his home town, with its round wall and its inhabitants. Now he was in a strange, unnatural environment, an endless carpet of what felt like artificial grass, an alien light shining above him.
He realized now that the flashes of light ponies often saw in the town were just a small projection of the light he was now immersed in, coming through the portal those strange creatures used to enter the town. It looked like a hole in the sky, when they opened it, he remembered. He'd seen it clearly, when the thing had descended to grab him, and equally clearly he'd seen the strange landscapes outside the city's walls while being carried away, and the portal closing behind him. Then he'd been thrown there, to play that sick and twisted game, running away until his captors got tired of chasing him.
He could hear it. It was like an earthquake, the sound like that of drums, deafening. They were close. Too close. He knew he couldn't make it. In a last, desperate attempt to survive, the pony began to run towards the nearest object, something that looked like an impossibly tall glass tower far in the distance.
But after a few moments, his blood froze in his veins. He saw it, clearer than ever, right in front of him. Those five stumpy legs, that headless body that seemed to float more than walk, the impossibly long and large tail stretching beyond his ability to see. The thing came towards him, and all he could do was close his eyes, but as he was grabbed and pulled high in the air he opened them again, and got to see the white gates of his destination open up to reveal the black abyss he was headed towards. The creature let go of him, and he fell.
The cookie drummed the fingers of his other hand on the table, his gaze shifting between the fork and the glass. He then got up and opened the sideboard again, and from there he took out his jar of ponies once more."
The presents stared at Pinkie in various degrees of confusion.
"You had me until the last part," Rainbow commented. "Applejack, you're next."
None of the others was in the condition to say anything against that, so Applejack began to tell her story.