Twilight Sparkle had heard all the buzz outside of her gratuitous castle from her gratuitous throne room. She checked from her "lookin' tower" and saw that Applebloom was helping her friend get her lemonade stall cutie mark. She grabbed her purse and walked out of her castle. She walked to the fillies.
"Hi there, Princess Twilight!" The two said, both continuing their business as quickly as possible.
"Hi Applebloom, hello there, what is your name? Is Applebloom helping you find your cutie mark?" Twilight responded.
"My name is Lemonade Seller. I can't believe I never thought to try selling lemonade. I mean, I love to sell lemonade."
"Sure... Anyway, I love home-made lemonade. And I have my purse here. Can I have a glass?"
"Princess Twilight, you can have a glass on the house. I mean, the main reason we are making so much money is because of all the tourists coming by your castle."
Twilight accepted the glass, taking it in her magic and walked back to her house with a nice thanks, taking a long sip of the tart, sweet liquid along the way.
Fluttershy walked downstairs, after using her bath in the usual way. She grabbed a box of nuts and grains and poured it out for the various rodents and birds that lived with her. She then took out the meat and paced it out for the carnivorous animals. Near every food container she placed a water bowl, for obvious reasons. She than called all of the animals in, checking to make sure that there was enough food for everyone. She placed down a specially made salad for her favourite pet, Angel the Bunny, and let everyone eat, herself yearning for someone to treat her as well as she took care of her animals.
Rainbow trotted out of Sugarcube Corner, a bag held tightly in her mouth. She leaped forwards into the air, allowing her wings to slowly push her up, resting her on a cushion of air. she slowly moved forwards, at a low altitude. She took the cookie out of her bag, dropping the bag into a nearby bin. She took a bite out of the cookie. Unlike many cookies made by hand, it was soft and chewy. Rather than it having the sweetness that comes from regular white sugar, this sweetness had a specific taste, like it had been sweetened with either dark brown sugar or, more likely, treacle. The texture was like a more solid solid version of gooey caramel. The pieces shaped around her teeth, and yet they pulled apart easily. Rainbow knew that this wouldn't help her feel better in the long run, but a quick cookie helped calm her down before the stress of going to Wonderbolts practice.
Pinkie Pie checked her table once more to make sure she had all of the ingredients for Granny Smith's birthday cake, which she insisted be a simple Victoria sandwich. She had four eggs from Fluttershy's chickens, two hundred and twenty grams of self-raising flour, a little over two teaspoons of baking powder, two hundred and twenty five grams of soft butter and two hundred and twenty five grams of caster sugar, all of which the Cakes had been kind enough to let her have from the leftover stock that needed to be used for tax purposes. She also had some raspberry jam and whipped double cream which she had bought from the local store.
She preheated the oven to gas mark four. She then greased two twenty centimetre sandwich tins, using a piece of baking paper to rub the butter around the inside of the tins to make sure that her hooves didn't get too messy. Then she lined the bottom of the tins with baking paper.
After this, she grabbed a large mixing bowl and broke the eggs into it. She then quickly added the sugar, flour, baking powder and baking spread to it. She mixed everything together until it was all well combined, being careful not to over mix the ingrediants. She then added the mixture to the tins, dividing it evenly between them. She placed the tins on the middle shelf of the oven and baked them for 25 minutes.
When the cakes were done, Pinkie removed them from the oven and set them aside to cool for five minutes. She then carefully moved the cakes out onto a cooling rack.
To assemble the cake, She placed one cake upside down onto a plate and spread plenty of jam onto it. She then spread over the whipped cream. She then carefully put the second cake on top, sprinkling caster sugar over the top. She felt like this was not a real accomplishment, then realised that really, in the giant void which we call a universe, nothing is.
Rarity looked at her latest design, a silk, jazzy number, more like a subtle evening dress than her usual extravagant ball gowns. She had been experimenting with more modern fashion, and sleeker designs that accentuated the natural curves of the body, this one being the best attempt so far.
She stepped into her boudoir, levitating her new dress above her head in her magical glow. As she stepped in, she placed her dress on top of her changing screen. She turned around and closed the heavy drapes, one could never be too careful when it came to matters of this nature.
While many ponies chose to wear clothes very little of the time, to see a pony in any stage of mid-dress was still considered quite taboo in high society. Rarity stepped behind the screen and pulled the dress towards herself. She pulled it up over her body, making sure that the fit was perfect. As she expected, there were no tight spots or imperfections; the earlier tries at this style had made her quite adept at eliminating problems. Once it was on, she closed the clasps with her magic and stepped out from behind the screen. She trotted towards the full length mirror and examined the dress.
The fit was comfortable, but she needed to ensure that it looked good from any angle. She noticed that there was a small patch of bunching by her front legs. The dress would not win any awards, for sure, but she could feasibly wear it to a nice dinner in a, as Rarity liked to call them, not quite five star establishments.
Spike sunk the large shovel into the ground, pulling out a large mound of dirt and throwing it over the side of the hole. Six feet was deep enough. He scrambled out of the hole and looked around. Ponies rarely came this far to the back of the Sweet Apple Acres plot, but a few of the more eccentric ponies considered it a very romantic place to make out while also committing harmless crime, so it was also best to check.
Spike looked at the rolled up carpet; he couldn't believe that he had done this. Sure, he knew people that had killed a hooker or two, he'd even put a few out himself. It was pretty much a rite of passage with his friends, Rainbow Dash being the undeniable champion in the sport of hooker-killing, but This was different. This was a real pony, a living creature. Spike was disappointed in himself.
He was still confused at how this had happened. On moment he was eating a freshly baked donut, the next he was burying his own friend. It was as if the force of death itself had started the beginning of a large chain of events, Rube Goldberg style, and pushed Spike into a situation in which he had no other choice but to kill a defenseless pony. Like a franchise of really bad movies.
He picked up the bag and threw it into the ditch. He picked his shovel back up and started filling in the hole. Spike had a habit of burying his problems, from sexual frustration to highly expensive bottles of wine that appeared in his room mysteriously, and a strangely high amount of his problems required actual burial.
Once he finished patting down the fresh soil and spreading over some grass seed, just to be sure, He walked back towards the barn to put back the borrowed shovel. He was sure Rarity wouldn't notice her missing.
Big Mac woke up. Like the vast majority of his weekends, he started this one in an unfamiliar bed. He had a horrible habit of getting drunk out of his mind and then going home with an equally drunk mare.
Mac slowly moved his front right hoof and realized he was currently cuddling the mystery mare; her head nuzzled into his neck and his front hooves around her hips. He had managed to somehow not realize he was intertwined with a mare, possibly due to the feeling of a rhino trying to barge it's way out of his skull. He rubbed his hoof up and down her side, to get an idea of her curves. From the catalogue he had made in his head, she seemed to be a total MILF, but not one he had any experience with. She was probably from out of town. Mac was proud that he could give her the best welcome he could think for anypony could get.
As he continued feeling her flank, her hooves tightened around his back and she rubbed the side of her head up the side of his neck. She sleepily breathed in deeply, and sighed into his ear. He felt immediately invigorated, the hangover he was dealing with taking a rain check as he pulled the mare into a deep, passionate kiss.
She began softly moaning into the kiss as he opened his mouth slightly, letting his tongue stroke her lips in soft motions. She reciprocated, pushing her tongue into his mouth and gently stroking the roof of his mouth. Mac snorted in shock, his breath tickling her cheek. As they continued the kiss, she pushed herself onto him, their chests resting together, raising and dropping as one. Mac pushed his hips up, rubbing against her passionately.
As they pulled slowly away, their lips lingering together a little, they slowly opened their eyes.
"M... mom?"
Mac was looking into the eyes of his mother. The mother he had thought he'd lost many years ago, who he thought was gone forever.
"Uhhh...." She replied, scrambling to escape the covers she had tangled herself in during the shock. She tried to get together her items, "You're in the 'Stable Relations' motel, tip the housekeeper." She ran out of the room, leaving Big Macintosh to ponder what was happening.