//------------------------------// // Chapter 5 // Story: When Ponies Fly // by Bronze Gears //------------------------------// After a brief meeting in the barn, the three fillies rushed to their construction site, cans of paint and brushes in their jaws. Applebloom entered the clearing first, considering she was the most excited. "Ah love the smell of paint in the mornin'!" She squealed, bounding over to her covered machine. Applebloom ripped off the sheet, revealing a great, metal machine. "Whoa!" the two friends exclaimed in awe. "Ah finished it last night! I couldn't sleep very well," Applebloom blushed. "Ah think ah'll call it an air-plane. It sounds nice," she stated. "It'll be PERFECT for Equestria Day!" Sweetie Belle cried. The three took a step back, admiring Applebloom's work. Hoofsteps were faintly in the distance, but grew closer to the clearing. "Well than," A stallion startled the fillies, it was Big Macintosh, his eyes gleaming at the metal plane. "Who in the name of Equesria built this?" He glanced at Applebloom, who was blushing red hot. The group continued to stare speechless at Applebloom's creation. Their eyes were huge and twinkling, making Applebloom giggle. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle took a few steps forward, but Scootaloo tripped over a hammer laying on the dew-tipped grass. Sweetie Belle laughed, Scootaloo groaned and stood up on her four legs. "Well what are we waitin' for?!" Applebloom exclaimed eagerly, "Lets start paintin'!" And with that, each of the four gripped a paintbrush in their teeth, dripping red paint, and began to brush the machine. "Even strokes everypony," Applebloom mumbled through her brush. The group nodded in agreement, and spread throughout the perimeter of the plane. Macintosh reached the highest places, including the tail and top of the plane. Sweetie Belle painted the left side, Scootaloo got the right, and Applebloom decorated the front. The plane was red with Big Macintosh's cutie mark on each wing, the tail, and the propeller in the front of the airplane was lime green. It was supposed to be a two-seater plane, with a large seat in the front for the driver, which would be Big Mac, and Applebloom in a smaller, filly-sized seat, in the back. "Luckily, ah brought us some fireworks over, for decoration," Applebloom stated. "Why do we need fireworks again?" Scootaloo questioned. "Well, ya see, it'll be connected to each of the plane's turbines. Then at nighttime, it'll leave a trail of golden and blue fireworks, for the sun and the moon, wherever it goes!" Applebloom explained eagerly. "AWESOME!" Sweetie Belle cried, everypony nodded in agreement. Applebloom smiled and trotted to each wing of the plane, using a hammer and nail, attaching the fireworks to the turbines, then putting extras inside a compartment in the event of the fireworks running out. "It'll be reloadable, cool!" Scootaloo added, Sweetie Belle nodded, a gleaming smile on her face. The fillies harnessed Big Macintosh to the wheels of the plane, and rolled it out of the woods. Applebloom left the machine out in the hot sun, waiting for the paint to dry. The group trotted to the kitchen, where Applejack was pulling a tray of hot apple fritters out of the oven. "Oh hey fillies," Applejack greeted with a friendly smile. "Hey big sister, what's for lunch?" Applebloom asked, drooling at the aroma floating off of the tray. "P.B n' J. sandwiches an' apple fritters fresh from the oven!" the mare explained eagerly. "If ya'll are thirsty, there's apple juice an' milk in the fridge!" She added while she trotted out of the kitchen. The three dug into their sandwiches and chugged down entire glasses of Sweetie Apple Acres Apple Juice. They put their dishes in the sink and walked back to the clubhouse, planning what they would do on Equestria Day.