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// Let's see, Mane Cast and.... PLUSHIES! 
// Story: In which Masterweaver just makes stuff up 
// by Masterweaver 
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	"So let me get this straight. We have, like, a whole world of fans."

Twilight Sparkle rolled her eyes. "Yes, Rainbow, an entire world of strange creatures thinks we're just that awesome."

"And because they can't come here themselves.... why can't they?"

"Magibabble." She waved a hoof. "Most of it would fly over your head."

"My head? Must be complicated then. Anyway, so they decide to send us plushies."

"Yes."

"Of ourselves."

"That's right."

"One from each of them?"

Twilight paused. "...Actually, it's more like, one for every five of them. At a rough guess."

The blue pegasus looked down at Ponyville, which was currently drowning in an ocean of brightly colored fabrics wrapped around cotton balls.

"You know, I never thought I'd say this, but I think there's such a thing as being too popular.... They're still falling through the portal, Twilight."

"We were lucky to have evacuated the town," the librarian agreed. "Apparently Canterlot's got a constant downpour too." She pointed toward the multicolored stream rolling down the mountain capital.

Rainbow Dash nodded to herself. "Yeah... definitely too popular..."

"Dashie! Dashie! Hey Dashie!" Pinkie bounced over the clouds to her friends, carrying a blue plushie. "Look what I found!"

"Um... there are a lot of those." The pegasus pointed down. "Didn't you notice--?"

"Nononono. Look at the letter that CAME with the plushie!" She pulled something out of her mane, flicking it to the pegasus.

Rainbow read the letter. "...Twilight?"

"Another one?"

"Another one."

"Who is it this time?"

"Threesome, actually. Pinkie and AJ." She tossed it into the air, where her unicorn friend shot it with a bolt of fire.

"That's.... huh, AJ's still in the lead, I guess."

"SERIOUSLY WHAT THE HAY?!" Rainbow Dash pounded the clouds angrily. "I'm the LEAST romantic of us all! Why am I getting all these MARRIAGE SUGGESTIONS?!"

"I think it's because you are the least romantic," Rarity offered. "I've barely gotten any, and, well, I've certainly done my share of courting." She tapped the clouds again. "Twilight, darling, how long did you say this cloud walking spell lasted?"

"Three days... so we've got two and a half days left." Twilight glanced to her right. "You should count your blessings, Rainbow. At least you didn't get mail as... intimate as Fluttershy did."

"I read over some of those," Rarity added. "It's clear the majority of them are... trying to be gentle. Um. They just... have an odd understanding of her tastes."

"Where is AJ anyway?" Pinkie asked.

There was a moment of silence.

"I... saw her selling apples..." Flutershy finally spoke up from the quivering mess of a mane she had curled into. "I... don't know if..."

There was a sudden geyser in the soft ocean below, an orange mare gasping for breath as she breached the surface. "Whoa nelly! What in the hay is going on here?!" Pulling an unconscious filly up with her, she looked around and caught sight of the ponies standing on the cloudbank. "Rainbow! Scootaloo needs help, come get her!"

Rainbow shot Twilight a look, before shrugging and gliding over to the pair. Walking on plush was somewhat similar to walking on a half-disintegrated cloud; still, she had to be cautious as she slipped her hooves under her number one fan. Thankfully she was still breathing. "AJ, Twilight's going to come over on her balloon. She'll get you up to speed, I need to... see if Nurse Redheart can help with this... Looks like a usual case of exhaustion though."

"Usual case?"

"Yeah, a lot of ponies were buried under the plushies." Rainbow paused. "It's all your fault by the way, you're the sexy one."

This statement made no sense to Applejack. "What? How in the hay--are ya'll saying these are from mah admirers?!"

The pegasus flew away without replying. Man she was going to get it later but it was worth it to see the look of infurated panic on her friend's features. She waved at Nurse Redheart, who was still having some difficulty walking on clouds even with the spell, and put Scootaloo on a tourney. "Hey! We got something here!"

"Oh, my..." Nurse Redheart immediately began tending to the filly. "Oh... well. Good. She'll pull through. You know, this isn't even a very lethal plague..."

Rainbow shifted uncomfortably. "Plague. Yeah. That's a good word."

"Do you have any idea what started this?"

"Twilight could tell you. She's been studying the... thing." The pegasus shrugged. "Anyway, I, uh, should get back... We just found AJ, and we're thinking maybe a Harmony blast could stop all this."

"I'm not so sure," Nurse Redheart muttered. "Plushies are naturally harmonious, and you can't really hurt like with like..."

"Got any better ideas?"

"'Kill it with fire' comes to mind, but that could wreck Ponyville proper." The mare glanced behind her, then leaned in conspiratorially. "And, well, I'm still kinda hoping for a Redheart plushie. I mean even Derpy got one--Derpy! But..."

Rainbow shrugged. "I... dunno what to tell you. It's been kind of aggravating for me, though; whoever sent the plushies wants me to screw somepony but they can't agree who." She shuddered. "Most of the suggestions are mares..."

"Wait, you don't swing that way?"

"I don't swing any way!"

"Huh, I always thought you were bi."

"You know what, I'm leaving." Rainbow snorted, flying away from the impromptu clinic and back to her friends.

When she arrived, Twilight was just finishing up with her explanation. "...and after the public got wind of the project, well, the fans basically started sending in so many packages that the warehouses were filled up. Eventually they stopped with standard decontamination and decided to empty all the boxes in one go, and that's where the trouble started."

"Whoa. Okay, so Ah think I can understand this whole... relaytive Fictionality thing. But what did Rainbow mean when she said I was the sexy one?"

"Running tally," the pegasus explained. "There are letters suggesting who I should marry, and they involve... pretty much everypony. You're in the lead though."