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// Masterpiece Theater 2: Trains, Trains, and Explosions 
// Story: Mission to the Pony Planet 
// by ersmiller 
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High up on a wall inside of a train, a tired and cranky horsefly had decided that Ponyville was too fast-paced and was on its way to a new life in a comparatively quiet city, noticing all too late the five familiar-looking horses below.

Unfortunately for the horsefly, the horse carrier it snuck aboard had already begun moving. It begrudgingly decided putting up with some annoyance where it had just gotten comfortable would be better than bothering to find a new place to sleep.

That was until The Pink One began chasing the blue winghorse all around the train and yelling about her ears.

In the commotion, the blue winghorse found itself getting sucked out a window and the other horses started yelling.

The horsefly decided it was time to find a more peaceful place to be.

So it also flew out a window.

After the initial chaos of winds, the horsefly enjoyed the quiet flight back to that little horse town.

It even fell half asleep mid flight and lost all track of time. Exactly what it had been hoping for.

Until an explosion of light and sound blared out, startling it awake again to see rainbow light flashing in the sky.

Horseflies can’t groan, so it just buzzed louder in annoyance and continued on.

The light eventually faded and the horsefly had begun to return to sleep when another rainbow explosion woke it back up.

What a noisy day, the horsefly buzzed louder.

It continued on, wings growing weary, when another horse carrier appeared on the tracks.

The horsefly wasn’t able to react in time and found itself getting sucked into an open window.

This was fine. The horsefly could rest its wings, and there was only an olive horse and a green hornhorse in the car.

It stopped being fine when the two horses began what appeared to be a mating ritual. It wasn’t even their season yet. What a waste of energy.

The horsefly left the horse carrier, continuing on and ignoring the startled scream behind it as well as the yellow winghorse, purple hornwinghorse, and purple scalething sitting on the roof.

This time the horsefly was left alone.

Until another horse carrier surprised it, again finding itself getting sucked into an open window.

This carrier contained a young, yellow horse, a young, orange winghorse, and a young, white hornhorse.

The young ones were always so noisy.

The horsefly didn’t stick around to rest and left right away.

On the horsefly flew, following the carriers’ tracks.

But peace was simply not meant to be.

Another rainbow explosion, closer this time as if following the horsefly.

And then another, and another.

If the horsefly could count higher than two, it would have been appalled.

Not once in its fourteen-hundred hour long life, not that it was counting, had the elderly horsefly encountered such a busy, or annoying day. Some had come close, but those those were more in its youth when such things were fascinating. Now though, the horsefly just wanted peace and quiet.

Finally, the horsefly reached that town again and flew to the top of the first horsebuilding it came to, the need to rest its tired wings too great to go further.

Buy why were the horses screaming?

It crept forward and looked around.

Horses running and flying, zipping around like its own kin.

A horse carrier came to a halt and familiar horses came out of it.

Including the Pink One.

Wait.

Why were there two of the Pink One?

Why were there two of the orange horse, and the blue wing horse, and the yellow winghorse, and the white hornhorse?

Stunned, the horsefly watched on.

The running continued, the yelling continued.

What were those things flying around? Why were there so many?

Why were they exploding?!

“CITIZENS OF PONYVILLE! SEEK! REFUGE! HERE!”

If the horsefly had eyelids it would have blinked, blankly at the loud and pompous blue hornhorse.

“Oh swat this,” it buzzed in its horsefly language, jumping down onto the horse carrier tracks. “I should have been dead at least four hundred hours ago anyway.”

The horsefly couldn't count that high, but it could make an estimate.