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// From Filthy Rich to Filthy 
// Story: Equestria Girls: Secrets Beyond the Stars 
// by GoldenGoomba900 
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"Why did we have to save her?" Applejack heard a voice as she came too, a snobby, rotten voice. "We need all the food we can keep for ourselves. She'll just take it."
"Dad, tell mom to shut up." Diamond Tiara's voice said, annoyed. Applejack opened her eyes and saw three people huddled around a garbage can fire.
"Now now dears," Filthy Rich said, calming them both down. "We're members of the street now, we have to be kind to our fellow man, in hopes that they'll return the favor."
"Dad, all you know about the homeless was from when you met that guy who won the lottery."
"And he taught me a valuable lesson about-" Applejack moaned, and he turned to look at her. "Look, our visitor's awake!"

The cowgirl moaned as she tried sitting up, holding her side. Pulling her hand away, she frowned at the sight of her hand coated in blood.
"Good, you're awake! Miss uh... what's her name again, sweetheart?" Filthy asked his daughter.
"Applejack, she goes to my school." Diamond approached, her clothes uncharacteristically filthy. She helped Applejack to the fire, trying not to get in her blood. "Come on, you lost a lot of blood, and I don't think any of us knew how to bandage you up properly... you probably should go to the hospital."
"No, no, I'm fine... I just need to get back to the others... how come you're all huddled by a fire? Don't you have a mansion and three hundred people to cater your needs?"

"Well..." Filthy began. "It's a long, long story."
"No, no it's not. My idiot husband let our servants into our bunker and they locked us out," Rich's wife said. "Without people to keep us safe and do our work the "proletariat" came and robbed us blind. They didn't want any of our money, just the food and the mansion. All we had was a single flintlock, they had torches and pitchforks..." She mumbled under her breath.
"That's terrible! Kinda... on a moral level it's terrible." Applejack reassured. "...I thank you for helping me. And I promise, things will be back to normal, I just need to get back to my friends."
"Yeah, yeah, you probably want to find a working sink and a sewing kit, just some advice." Diamond shook her head, returning to the fire. Applejack began limping away, as the wife began complaining.
"See Filthy? Now we're out our first aid kit's bandages. What happens if I cut my finger? Or if someone attacks us?"
"Well seeing as you're already a heartless bloodsucker both those problems would resolve themselves fairly quickly."

Applejack walked through the streets of the city's once booming rich district, digging into her pockets and taking out her phone, dialing up Fluttershy just as she flew over camp.
"Come on, come on..." She mumbled.
"Hello?" Fluttershy asked, picking up the phone.
"Fluttershy, that goodness! It's me, AJ. Your good with medicine, right?"
"Applejack, you're alive? Oh thank goodness, I was so worried that maybe you- oh sorry I'm babbling, where are you?"
"I'm uh... well, I think I've been out a bit too long, I can't read these signs. I'm in the rich district, if'n you pony up you'll see me at a trash fire from above. Just hurry, I'm not sure these bandages will keep."
"I, OK, just... try calling the others, OK? I'll be over as soon as I can!" Hanging up, Applejack did as ordered and trying to remember her friends' phone numbers.
Looking at her own cell phone, she felt as if she was staring at that alien language Twilight was working with. The letters and numbers seemed to meld into one-another, forming a largely unrecognizable mess. What she could recognize were out of place, 9 being where 3 was, TH being in place of 5, it was just a huge mess. Thinking quickly, she just pressed the contacts button and chose whichever one came up first.

"Hello?" A voice came over the phone.
"Principal Celestia?" She asked, confused.
"Applejack, is something wrong?"
"I'm kinda... It's a long story but uh, do you know Sunset Shimmer's number? Because I need to tell her something but I think I have a concussion."
"That's terrible! Where are you? I'll come right over and get you to the hospital!"
"No, no, I already called Fluttershy for that just..." Applejack paused.
"Applejack, are you still there?"
"Principal Celestia?" She asked. "How did- nevermind, I meant to call the others but uh, can you do that? Tell them I'm still bucking and all that, yeah?"
"Alright Applejack, but please try to get some sleep, it's good for a head injury."
"I don't need any doggone sleep!" She shouted, hanging up. Celestia shook her head, dialing Sunset Shimmer as Vice Principal Luna entered the room.
"Sister, I've found something very disconcerting..." she announced.





Fluttershy found herself arriving at the designated point, her bright glowing wings and white costume scaring off the Rich family, who'd assumed it was one of the aliens, come to perform horrible experiments on them.
"Wait!" She shouted as they ran, none of them listening.
"Fluttershy?" Came Applejack's voice, weakly. She lay on the sidewalk behind her, looking very pale and confused. "No, you're not... you can't be... you're in the aliens' clothes, with her wings." Applejack stood up, shaking and taking deep breaths. "Ya come to finish the job!" Her voice was slurred. "Come on... take me! Take me like you did my friends! I'll get 'em back! I'll send you to Hell so they can laugh at you from Heaven!"
"Applejack! It's me, calm down! I'm here to help!"
"The only one needing help after this is you, you twisted green-"
"Applejack, no, look!" Fluttershy took off her mask, letting the cowgirl see her soft yellow skin and kindly appearance. Applejack smiled and gave a soft laugh.
"Well... I guess it really is you... what's with the costume?" She asked, holding her side and falling to her knees. Fluttershy rushed to her side, helping her lie down.
"Applejack, oh my goodness, you really are, oh dear... How long have you been like this?"
"I can't tell time anymore." Applejack mumbled, sadly.
"OK, just lie down. I've dealt with cuts like this before but oh, never on a-" Applejack was already out cold. The shy girl tore open the bandages and flinched at the wounds. Glass had been dug pretty deep, and there'd been a poor job removing the debris. Fluttershy looked around the alley, spotting the family's abandoned First Aid Kit laying near a bloody blanket. She wasted no time grabbing the kit's sanitizing lotion, removing Applejack's shirt, and identifying the area of the wound. Carefully cleaning her hands, she then moved on to applying it to her friend's skin. Grabbing a pair of tweezers and a needle, the operation begun.