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// Appledew Plateau 
// Story: Possessions of a Third Kind 
// by Shroomkin 
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Mornings for a farmer were quite productive, even more so than the other ponies in town. Once you become a farmer, you'll have to wake up early, make breakfast for yourself and for your family, doublecheck on inventory, feed the chickens and the pigs, check on the cows, and check on the crops. Such is the life of the Apples. Nopony other than other farmers can do such a thing, and do it at a really early pace. So imagine their surprise when the apples they were about to harvest were already in barrels upon barrels, all of which were done by none other than the least fit (according to Applejack at least) pony that she has ever seen. 

"What in tarnation?!" was all she could say before Twilight, not even using her magic, bucked the next set of trees, each of the apples falling perfectly onto the barrels placed. Who needs a basket when you could immediately place it on the barrels? The other Apple Family members, one with a bright pink bow resting on her head and the other with a hors- or rather- a pony collar, were also quite shocked. The old green mare with them, however, just looked in awe at the intruder. "Well fancy that, she has done most of our work even before we woke up," Granny Smith said, chuckling to herself while the others were constantly looking back and forth, from her to the mare bucking the trees. But what could've made Twilight, out of all ponies, do this??





"I want to try farming," Twilight casually said to Spike, who in turn just looked at her as if she grew nine heads. Twilight has already been acting weird, but not "wanting to do chores" weird. Well, weirder than painting and cooking, and if what Rainbow said was true, pranking. Nevertheless, he has known Twilight, and this is not something Twilight would do. "And why do YOU want to go farming?" Spike asked, questioning her decisions, to which Twilight answered, "I read it in a book, and I have always been curious about it." 

Spike, ever the loyal and curious dragon, rose his eyebrow on this but decided not to question it further. "Maybe I'm just blowing this whole thing out of proportion. Besides, Twilight has changed a lot since coming into Ponyville," Spike thought trying to reassess the situation. "Alright, let's go and ask Applejack and-" Spike said, interrupted by none other than Owlowiscious. "Hoot hoot!" Owlowiscious hooted. Annoyed that he has been interrupted, Spike dropped all of the books he was carrying and looked at the owl menace. "I was talking!" Spike said furiously, to which Owlowiscious simply looked away, hooting once more. This prompted Spike to chase after the good-for-nothing owl. 

"Twilight" on the other hoof simply sat down and watched both of their shenanigans. She wasn't laughing nor giggling, simply lost in thought and staring at her book. "Damn," she thought, "this might be the first time I take control of this body for 2 days straight..."





Ouros was bored... yet again. To be fair, though, he is stuck in a position to which he can't simply do what he wants. He is stuck inside the mind of a mare, and that limits quite a lot of the things he wanted to do, like sunbathing (literally), lest he risks melting the entire population and his host. Still, to feel like such a parasite every time, not even managing to communicate properly with his host, it does drain a bit of his sanity. Still, it is weird that his host did not appear the next day. Usually she does, but this time, she didn't, which makes him today's biggest loser. 

And because he is in control at the moment, he has to act as natural as he can. So what better way to do so than to "help out" Twilight's friends... while also doing what he wants. Naturally, this means that he might just wake up at 2 in the morning and do some chores for Applejack, that is if his host does not seek control. Still, he needs a way to at least communicate with his host, and given time, communicate with the others. Though not really his sort of type to mingle with, they eventually grew to him. This place is peaceful and just, serene in a way (unless some villain attacks), and is quite possibly the best place he has ever gone into. 

The next day came, but he did not move from his spot. He waited, and waited, yet there was no sign of his host. This can mean only two things: either Twilight's mind is adapting to certain changes and the lack of memories, or that he might have accidentally destroyed his host. The first one is the most probable, since destroying the host requires him to be present with the host and, well, attacking it (and besting it). And even if he had done it accidentally, why doesn't he remember? Still, it was 1:53 in the morning, and he wanted to have a head start. Farming, after all, is something he respects. Still, not wanting to leave Spike hungry, he prepared him breakfast containing toasted bread and a pouched egg, masterfully seasoned as always. He also placed a single ruby upon his plate, covering it with a cloche he made magically.

"Alright, time for farming!" 





"So tell me, me, why must I go to the farm at exactly 2:30 in the morning?" Twilight spoke to herself, not really expecting an answer. "Oh, I do not know. Maybe it's because we want to do it in the morning?" Twilight answered. Twilight sighed, "Yeah, perhaps that's for the best. Wouldn't want to waste quite a lot of time." Twilight muttered. "Besides, it's not like I need to sleep or anything," Twilight sighed. Talking to herself like this? It's just downright sad and degrading. She just hopes Pinkie does not hear about this, unless she wants more chaos in the mix. Then again, she could just force Pinkie to keep this as a secret, since she follows through with her Pinkie Promises. 

As she walked towards the barn, she could hear a dog barking. It was probably the Apple family's pet dog, Winona. What she was barking at, she had no idea. That was until Winona charged at her. "Go away, intruder!" Winona barked. "Winona, it's me, Twilight!"

Winona tilted her head, "Twilight? You smell... different..." Twilight simply sighed as she gently picked the dog up and placed her down, allowing the dog to walk with her. "That's because I really am not... in a way," Twilight said, much to the confusion of Winona. "But... if you're not Twilight, then who are you?" Twilight was about to answer until she remembered something. Fluttershy... She can talk to animals, and by that logic, she can deduce whatever it is Twilight told Winona. As such, Twilight looked at the dog, who was still tilting her head. "Sleep, this is all a dream," Twilight said as she casted a powerful spell to make Winona fall asleep. Winona, having a sudden shift in her vision and her strength, simply fell onto the ground, under the effects of the spell Twilight casted. Twilight, in turn, gently wrapped her magic onto the lying dog and decided to bring her back to the barn. 

"Now then, to do what I came here to do," Twilight said as she summoned multiple barrels. She also invoked a silencing spell, lest she wakes up the actual owners of the farm. She, in turn, thought of a logical approach to answer their questions, should they actually ask her about it. 





The Apples were simply in awe at what was going on in front of them. Here was Twilight, the sometimes grumpy, quite dorky, and the least athletic of their friend group, managing to buck half of the orchard all by herself... Half... in one morning, no less! It took quite a lot of time for Applejack to buck all those trees by herself when her brother Big Mac got injured, and even then, it took her almost 3 to 4 days with no rest! And here was Twilight, who was almost done with THE WHOLE ORCHARD! 

Applejack almost fainted, had it not been for Twilight walking towards them, focus seen in her eyes. "Well, good morning, uhh, sugarcube?" Applejack spoke, awkwardly smiling at the unicorn mare. The rest followed, smiling at Twilight, with the exception of Granny Smith and Apple Bloom, who genuinely smiled at her. "Never thought of you to have some meat in your bones," Granny Smith said, chuckling at the display before her. Apple Bloom simply hopped in place, knowing full well that she can finally goof around with her friends early in the weekend morning, something that seems to be rare. The group was interrupted when a huffing dragon ran towards them, a gem clutched upon his hands. 

"Have... you seen... Twilight..." Spike said, tired at wasting his energy early in the morning. While he was thankful that he no longer needs to prepare breakfast for both Twilight and for himself, he was still worried since Twilight wasn't at home. That worry soon drifted away like the ruby he had on his hand (or mouth now at least) as he saw Twilight pulling a cart filled to the brim with barrels full of apples. "Since when can Twilight pull a cart?" Spike asked Applejack, who simply shrugged. "Beats me, I'm confused and concerned as well," Applejack said, once again looking at the unicorn mare who was now unloading the barrels like it were made of cotton. 

"Eeyup," Big Mac simply said, confused to the max. "Well, can I go and play now? The chores are pretty much done," Apple Bloom said with glee, much to the annoyance of her big sister. "Apple Bloom, you do realize that Twilight has done ALL of our work in just one morning, right?" 

Apple Bloom simply nodded, "Yeah, which means I get to finally go with wherever Scoots and Sweetie go in the morning!" Applejack simply face-hoofed, but decided not to push it further. "Well, I guess we do have quite a lot of free time..." Big Mac stated, pointing at the lavender unicorn, who was about to buck the last apple tree. All of them nodded, some with slight enthusiasm. "Well, better get the oven ready and bake her something for her hard work," Granny Smith said, smirking at the other two, "At least she done the whole thing in just a few hours. A new Apple Record, if you ask me," Granny Smith said, both teasing the other two whilst being impressed with the hard work of the mare, "More time for me to get my beauty sleep." 

Twilight finally stopped once she reached the barn again, this time with only one barrel on the cart. "And that's done!" She exclaimed proudly, much to the chagrin of Applejack. "Twilight, we need to talk." Twilight suddenly stopped and looked at her friend. "Did I do something wrong?" Applejack, upon looking at the now saddened Twilight, simply sighed and shook her head. "No, you didn't. In fact, I should be thanking you," she said, now guilty for making Twilight feel this way. "It's just... you shouldn't do other pony's chores without telling them beforehand, you know?" 

She got a point. What if the chores require serious knowledge, and one mishap can lead to a disaster. It's like trying to be a doctor simply because she wanted to be one. Yeah, her friend has vast knowledge, but sometimes common sense can be her... weakness. "Twilight, I appreciate what you've done. You've freed up most of our schedule, at such a busy time, and for that, I thank you kindly, sugarcube," Applejack said, trying to lift her spirits up. "Next time, though, tell me in advance, okay?" 

"Okay..." Twilight simply said. She then feigned a yawn, to which Applejack bought. "She must feel really tired, poor Twilight," she thought to herself. "Well, go back home and rest, Twi, you need it more than me."

Twilight simply nodded and walked towards the gate, only for Granny Smith to call back to her. "Where are you goin'? Youngins these days... Applejack, what did you say to her?" Applejack was surprised by this and simply answered that Twilight is tired. Perhaps after she rests that she would ask her questions, and maybe even give her the rewards Granny Smith has planned. 

Back at the library, Twilight simply plopped to her bed, thanking Spike for his hard work at making the bed, only for her to ruin it again. Spike simply chuckled and told his best friend and sister to have sweet dreams. Of course, this is the only time where Ouros actually "logs off". 





A few hours into the day, Twilight, the actual Twilight woke up. "Good morning, Spike- Spike?" She glanced around her room, looking at the window. The sun was setting in the horizon, but she didn't know that. She checked her clock, 5:44. "Huh, Princess Celestia must have brought the sun earlier than normal. I wonder where Spike is?" She opened the door and walked down towards the stairs, only to see her friends and the rest of the Apples at Ponyville chatting in her living room. "Ah, here she is! The Legendary FarMARE Twilight!" Pinkie gleefully said, bouncing towards Twilight. "How'd you do it, Twi?" Rainbow inquired, to which Rarity simply looked at Twilight's bed mane and chuckled. "Dashie, Pinkie, give the poor mare some space, please." 

The two simply went back down and allowed Twilight some room to breathe.

And all she spoke afterwards got everypony else laughing. "What?"