>Thursday.
>Somewhere in a dark, secluded tree house library in the middle of town.
>"Are you sure?"
>"Positive. I saw them carrying blankets and stuff and they haven't left yet. It's more than just a sleepover."
>"I see... Thank you for the update."

>Be Anon.
>You've been working for only 3 days, but it's still the hardest you've ever worked in your recent life.
>It's a damn good thing Big Mac doesn't mind you using his wagon to haul apple baskets.
>You're getting an expotentially larger amount of work done faster than carrying a basket at a time by hand.
>You're still sore as hell though.
--
>A knock on the boutique door calls Rarity downstairs.
>You and Fluttershy were sitting down for dinner.
>You didn't feel like eating much, so you settled for a bowl of cereal.
>Tonight was going just fine as far as you were concerned.
>You look up to see Rarity make an appearance in the kitchen with her guest.
>You nod at them in acknowledgement and go back to eating your cereal.
>"Anonymous? Fluttershy? What are you two doing here?" asked Twilight.
>"Hello, Twilight," greeted Fluttershy. "Anonymous and I are just staying here for a few days because Anon thinks our house is too stinky."
>"Oh reeeaalllllyyy..." said Twilight, slowly turning her head towards you. "That's unfortunate."
>"Yes it is, but only until we get some odor eater. Then we can go back home."
"I'll have you know that I'm against this whole thing," you say to Twilight.
--
>"Hey!" exclaimed Twilight, her face lighting up in joy. "I just had the best idea!"
>"What's that?" asked Fluttershy.
>Twilight turned to Rarity.
>"If it's alright with you, Rarity, how would the three of you like to have another slumber party!"
>You start to choke on your whole grain meal.
>"At the library?" asked Rarity.
"No thanks."
>"Here!" said Twilight.
>"Hm... I suppose as long as we all stay upstairs and out of the shop,"
"Please don't."
"Then yes. I think that's a fabulous idea!"
>Damn it.
>"That sounds fun, Twilight," said Fluttershy.
"Pass."
--
>The three mares turned to you.
>"What?" they ask simultaneously.
"I need to wake up in the morning, so I won't be partaking in your late-night fun. Sorry."
>"I also need to work tomorrow, darling," said Rarity. "But a little fun is good for everypony once in a while."
>"Yeah, Anon," said Twilight. "Maybe we can teach you what we learned about friendship at my first slumber party."
>You raise an eyebrow.
"What are you implying?" you ask.
>"You're avoiding spending time with others, and that's not good for your relationship with others."
"No I'm not. I literally have stuff to do tomorrow and-"
>"You know, she's right darling," said Rarity. "You really need to spend more time with others."
"But I really have to-"
>You glance at Fluttershy for support, but she only nods her head in agreement with her friends.
>You cease your defense and let out a deep sigh.
"Fine..."
>The three mares cheer.
--
[1 hour later]
"Boooored," you moan into a pillow while lying face-down on the couch.
>The three mares were sitting on an area rug in the center of Rarity's bedroom.
>They were gigling like little school fillies.
>They heard your whining and looked over to you.
>"Well if you would at LEAST participate in some of these activities, you would have something to do," chastised Rarity.
>You lift your face from the pillow and stare at them blankly.
>You drop your face back into your pillow.
>Your legs begin to feel wierd and you can feel you shoes trying to be forced from yout feet.
>You roll over and sit up, grabbing a shoe with each hand and fighting against the purple aura.
"I told you, you're not painting my toe nails!"
>"Well we WERE going to style your mane, but as you can see, that's impossible after you butchered it," said Rarity.
>"Yeah, Anon," said Twilight. "I can't understand why anypony would do that."
>The fighting ceases and you drop your face back into the pillow.
"It's my head. I'll do what I want," you muffle into the pillow.
>"Did Fluttershy even know you did that?" asked Twilight, turning to Fluttershy as she asked you.
>Fluttershy shook her head.
>"I don't mind, Twilight. As long as it makes him happy."
"Yeah."
>You point a hand in what you think is Fluttershy's general direction, your face still buried in your pillow.
"What she said."
--
>You feel 2 sets of hooves on your arm and a tug on your shirt.
>You look up too late, and you are pulled off the couch by Rarity and Fluttershy.
>Twilight uses her magic.
>"Hold his hands down!" shouts Rarity, levitating over a bottle of nail polish.
>They all laugh as you struggle to get free.
>The invisible force anchors your clothes to the floor, imprisoning you within your own garments.
"No! Get that stuff away from me! It stinks!"

>Thirty minutes later, you are sitting on the floor with them, staring at your pretty new nails.
"This is horrible."
>"Oh grow up, Anonymous," said Rarity.
>"I think it looks adorable," said Fluttershy.
"Did you really have to go with purple?"
>"Yes," laughed Twilight.
>"This was a great idea, Twilight," said Rarity.
>You slowly lift your head and glare at Twilight.
>Right in the eyes.
>She chuckles nervously and rubs the back of her head.
>"So..." starts Twilight. "Who want's to play some more games?"
>Rarity and Fluttershy raise their hooves and smile.
>Your gaze never leaves Twilight.
"Sure."
--
>Twilight pulls a slumber party manual out of her saddlebag.
>"Let's see here..."
>She starts flipping through the pages.
>You look through a nearby window and out into the night sky.
>It was starting to get pretty late.
>You should probably go to bed soon.
>You need to be up in the morning to help Applejack.
>"Here we are!" piped Twilight.
>You snapped your attention back to Twilight.
>Twilight help 
>Fluttershy and Rarity leaned in from both sides to see what Twilight had picked.
"What?" you ask.
>Their eyes widened and they began to giggle.
"What are you looking at?"
>You crawl over to see what they're reading, but Twilight levitates the book out of reach.
>She closes it and walks over to her saddlebag.
>You watch her pull out an empty cider bottle and walk back over to the group.
>Your fear grows when she places it in the middle of your circle.
>Oh no...
>"Let's play..."
>Please, if there is a God...
>"Spin the Bottle!"
--
"I'm out."
>You stand.
>"What?" asks Twilight.
"I'm not doing this."
>You start to walk away.
>"Anon? Where are you going?"
"I'm going to bed."
>"But you can't just-"
"I'm going to bed!" you call from down the hall.
>"Don't be such a sour puss, Anon!" Rarity called back.
>You close your bedroom door and lie down.

>"Well, I never..." said Rarity.
>"That was very strange," said Fluttershy. "He doesn't do that often."
>"What do you think happened?" asked Rarity.
>Twilight shrugged.
>"I don't know. Hey! Wanna play a prank on Anon?"

>You are shirtless in bed, wearing only shorts.
>Just because fall was starting, doesn't mean the nights aren't hot as hell still.
>You finally got comfortable and were about to drift off to sleep.
>Suddenly, pillows.
>Pillows and feathers everywhere!
--
>You are hit in the face repeatedly by 5 different pillows.
>Fluttershy had one, Rarity and Twilight levitating 2 each.
>The feathers sometimes poke through the case and prick your face.
>You duck under your blankets and hold your own pillow to your head.
>They realize you aren't fighting back, cease the attack, and hop off the bed.
>Much to your irritation, they don't leave the room.
>You lift the pillow of your face to speak.
"Please go away so I can sleep."
>"You promised you would stay up with us," said Rarity.
>"Yeah, Anon. You can't just break a promise like that," said Twilight.
>You bring the pillow back down.
"I promised nothing."
>"Maybe we should let him sleep," suggested Fluttershy. "He seems kind of cranky."
"Please."
>"Well... fine then," conceded Rarity. "You win this time, Anonymous. But don't expect to get of so easily."
"Thank you," you mumble as you drift off to sleep.

>The three mares close your door, but hang out right outside.
>"Well that could have gone better," said Twilight. "I thought he like to do stuff like that?"
>"He does," answered Fluttershy. "He must be really worried about work, or he's just that tired."
>"I agree," said Rarity. "Something's on his mind that's making him act out."
>Twilight shrugged.
>"Well, there's one more thing we can try."
>She trots into Rarity's bedroom, the other two following her.
>Out of her saddlebag, Twilight levitates a plastic bag, filled with funny-looking blue flowers.
--
>Your alarm clock begins to blare, signaling the morning of your final day of work for the week.
>You groggily rise from your bed.
>Fluttershy is sound asleep beneath the covers beside you.
>Huh... You never even noticed her crawl into bed with you.
>At least you didn't have to worry about any of their party shenanigans for the rest of the night.
>You reach for pants, but...
>Oh yeah, you went to sleep with your clothes on.
>You stand and rub your eyes.
>You enter the bathroom and reach for your razor.
>You try to grasp it, but you can't seem to get a grasp on it.
>After a few tired and unsuccesful minutes of trying to grab your razor, you decide to just go to work.
>It's not like missing a day of shaving would kill you.

>Being in town meant you were already halfway to the farm compared to your house.
>You got to sleep in longer, which was by far a bad thing.
>You shamble your way to Sweet Apple Acres, taking your sweet time.
>By the tie you enter the gate, you see Big Mac and Applejack leaving the farmhouse to start the day.
>A friendly wave is all you need to start working.
>Hopefully this day goes quick and easy.
>You can't wait to just go home and crash.
--
>Your first priorities are to grab the wagon and pick up the baskets you didn't get to the night before.
>You walk into the open barn door and grab the wagon.
>As you go to walk away, the bars slip from your grasp.
"Whoops."
>You grip it harder and go to walk outside.
>Again, the wagon slips away.
>For the third time, you grab it.
>You watch your hand as you pull on the wagon.
>As much as you squeeze, your fingers slip off of the bar.
"What is this a joke for the last day of the week?" you ask to no one in particular.
>You grip with both hands and pull.
>The wagon still slips.
>They must have coated it with something.
>Very well then.
>You push on the wagon, turning it around.
>You get behind it and push it out the door towards the orchard, the bars leaving lines in the dirt as they drag on the ground.
--
>Applejack raises an eyebrow as she sees you pushing the cart backwards towards the nearest apple bushels.
>She trots over and meets you there.
>"Heheh. What are ya doin' there, Anon?"
"That's a nice little joke, Applejack. I'm gonna get you back for that later."
>"Huh? What are ya talkin' 'bout, Anon?"
"You know what."
>Applejack shrugs and goes back to work.
>Time to get started.
>With four baskets per tree, you can easily fit 3 trees-worth of apples on this cart.
>You bend over and grip the basket by the handles.
>You lift and go to set it in the wagon.
>You hands slip.
"The baskets too?"
>You try to lift another, and another.
"What is this black magic!"
>Suddenly, an idea!
>You bend down, and using your forearms, lift the basket under the handles.
"Aha! In your face, Applejack!"
>Applejack glances over.
>You're holding the basket up, triumphantly.
>She slowly clops her hooves together, confused.
--
>After the third tree, your wagon is loaded and ready to go.
>You spin the wagon around and give it a good shove.
>This would be alot easier had the front of the cart not been dragging behind you.
>You make it to the barn and begin unloading the baskets.
>Unfortunately, you have to reach way forward just to get them.
>And after that last tree, the bone in your forearm hurts pretty good.
>You look around the barn and spot a coil of rope on the wall.
>You haven't learned yet, and drop the rope to the ground.
"..."
>You stare at the coiled rope on the ground.
"Are you serious right now..."
>"About what?"
>You spin around and spot Applebloom cocking her head at you from the doorway.
"Hey Applebloom, come here. I have a favor to ask."
>"Okay! What do you need, Anon?"
--
>Applejack is back tracking through the orchard.
>She hasn't seen you in a while.
>She wonders if you're slacking off and if she should stick a horseshoe-
>Oh, there you are.
>Lifting baskets... with a rope?
>She walks over as you're loading the second basket of the tree.
>"Uh... Anon?"
>You look up and acknowledge her.
"Yup?"
>"Whatchya doin'?"
"Nothing."
>"Uhuh..."
>You loop to rope around the next basket and toss it up.
>"Y'all right, sugarcube? Yer actin' kinda funny today."
"Just fine. Why?"
>You toss the last basket up and step behind the wagon.
>With great strain, you get the wagon moving.
>Applejack walks behind you.
--
>"Anon, why are ya makin' work harder on yourself?"
"I can't grab the tools because you covered them in lard or something."
>"Come again?"
"Nice prank, though."
>"Anon, Ah didn't do anything of the sort."
"Well one of you did,"
>The wagon jams on something.
>You take a step back and throw your body against it, moving it once more.
"But that's fine. You're only helping me when race day comes."
>"Anon, Ah ain't doin' nothin'."
"Well then maybe it's a prank by Rainbow Dash."
>"Ya really think Rainbow would do somethin' like that?"
"I don't know. Probably."
>"Ah think yer just paranoid. That, or workin' too hard. Would ya like to get somethin' to drink? It's pretty hot out here."
"Nah, I'm good."
>You reach the barn and push the wagon inside.
"Besides, I got this."
>You loop the rope and drag a basket off.
>Applejack shrugs.
>"If you say so, Anon."
>Applejack trots out of the barn as you continue your work.
--
[Fluttershy's PoV]
>You roll over in bed, throwing a leg over your lover.
>Your hoof hits the sheets.
>As you move your leg up and down the bed, you come to realize that Anon is not here.
>You pull the blanket down from over your head and look around.
>It seems he's already gone.
>You groan in disappointment.
>You didn't even wish him a good day at work today.
>You roll back over and carefully reach a leg over the edge of the bed to find the floor.
>It's much closer than you thought.
>You remember it being taller.
>Maybe it lost a matress or two last night.
>You slide off the bed and walk towards the door.
>A little breakfast can always-
>BANG!
>You knock your head against the top of the doorframe.
"Ow..." you whisper so as you don't wake anypony else up.
>You rub the bump on your head and take a step back.
>The door is smaller than you remember.
>You take a quick look around the room.
>You just realized that you probably took up well over half the bed.
>Not to mention the room was...
"Oh no!"
--
>You look around much more frantically, and even go as far to compare your hoof to various objects.
>You were huge!
>You let out a shriek, albeit a very quiet one.
>You suddenly stop and think.
>How did this go wrong?
>None of you touched the flower last night.
>You touched the bag, but not the flower.
>And if it made you big, then what could it have done to-
>You quickly turn back to the bed.
"Anon!"
>You carefully lift the blankets and look under the bed.
>There was no sign of him.
>You prowl along the floorboards, searching for any sign of him.
>You can only hope you didn't crush him while you were sleeping.
>A shriek of pure terror echoes through the boutique, almost causing you to jump right out of your feathers.
>You slowly open the bedroom door and peek through the crack.
>It looks safe, but you can never be too sure.
>You tread lightly as you move down the hall.
>You peek into Rarity's room where the scream originated.
>What you see horrifies you.
--
"R-Rarity?" you whisper.
>A hulking figure in a dark robe stood in front of a mirror.
>Rarity turns her head to acknowledge you and shrieks once more.
>"Don't look at me!"
>She curls up on the floor in front of the mirror.
>You slowly walk up and touch her shoulder.
>Her sobs are enough to tell you something's really wrong.
"What could be wrong with you Rar-"
>You don't finish you sentence as Rarity throws the hood off and turns to face you.
>Upon seeing each other, you both shriek in unison.
>Rarity had been donkey-fied!
>Your screams are cut short by the loud crash of dinner plates and utensils.
>Without a word, you and Rarity rush into the kitchen.
>The cupboards were broken, there were shattered plates everywhere, and in the middle of the room, Twilight was staring down a fork that was resting on the floor in front of her.
>"Twilight!" shouted Rarity upon seeing the state of her clean house. "What have you done!"
>"Shh!" hushed Twilight. "I need to concentrate."
--
>You and Rarity watched as Twilight squinted her eyes and focused on the offending fork as if it just signed it's own death warrant.
>Her horn began to glow.
>A purple aura enveloped the fork.
>Suddenly, Twilight flew up and crashed into the ceiling, knocking the next of many you had failed to notice when you first entered.
>Twilight's concentration broke and she fell to the floor with a crash.
>"OW!"
>You and the hooded Rarity rushed to Twilight's side.
"Twilight! Are you okay?"
>"Yes, Fluttershy," assured Twilight as she rose to her hooves.
>She turned and flinched the moment she saw the two of you.
>"It appears the Poison Joke backfired on us," she stated.
>"You think!" shouted Rarity.
>Rarity pulled back her hood.
>"I can't work today! Have you seen me? I look absolutely HORRID!"
>Rarity pulled a regal-looking sofa over to her and she dramatically fell onto it, sobbing all the while.
>You stepped over and lightly pat Rarity.
"It's okay, Rarity. Lotus and Aloe have the remedy from Zecora, remember?"
>"Fluttershy's right, Rarity," said Twilight. "We just need to make a stop over at the spa and we'll be good as new."
--
"Wait!"
>"What?" asked Twilight.
"We can't go without Anonymous!"
>"Oh yeah. You're right. Well, where is he?"
"I'm not sure. I looked all over the bedroom for him in case I might have squished him. He may have gone to work already."
>"Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's go get him!"
>"I. Will. Not!" declared Rarity. "I am not leaving this house!"
>"No? Why not?"
>"I look disgusting!"
"I'm also a little unsure about leaving."
>You shift on your hooves.
"I mean, wouldn't everypony make fun of us?"
>Twilight thought about it for a moment.
>Both the boutique and the spa were in the center of town.
>Not to mention you still need to go find Anon.
>Twilight sighed.
>"What if we run really, really fast? We shouldn't be noticed much this early in the morning."
>You and Rarity trade glances and shrug.

>"GO!"
>The three of you run for the door.
>Twilight is in the lead and goes to magick the door open.
>She suddenly flies to the left and crashed into a pile of stacked chairs.
>You and Rarity skid to a halt and watch the pile that Twilight just flew through.
>Twilight manages to scramble her way from underneath the chairs and walk to the door.
>With a sigh, she pushes it open wih her hoof and the three of you resume your mad dash to Sweet Apple Acres.
--
[Anon's PoV]
>That's four.
>You begin pushing the empty wagon from the barn and back to the orchard.
>This rope is really starting to cut into your wrist.
>You should probably cut it off soon.
>"Anon!"
>You stand straight and look around.
>"Anon!"
>Fluttershy's voice draws your gaze towards the front gate.
>You panic when you see a giant yellow pegasus flying right for you.
>You duck just in time to not be hit, only for Fluttershy to take out the wagon.
>Aw crap.
>Big Mac is not gonna be happy about this one...
>Fluttershy rises from the mess of splintered wood.
>"Heheh... Oops," she says embarassingly.
>She walks up to you and you can't help but stare.
>She is staring you in the eyes.
>From eye level.
"Fluttershy... I-I... uh..."
>"Are you okay?" asked Fluttershy.
"I-I, uh... I..."
>"He looks fine, Fluttershy," said Twilight as she and Rarity trotted up.
--
>You turn around to meet Twilight.
"Yeah, I'm fi- WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!"
>You jump back and away from Rarity, shielding your eyes from her.
>"Gee, thanks. Because that's what every lady of class wants to hear," said Rarity, sarcastically.
"Rarity? What the hell happened to you two?" you ask as you turn around and meet Fluttershy again.
>A memory creeps it's way back into your mind.
>You spin around and glare at Twilight.
"What did you do!"
>"I didn't do anything, Anon. Calm down."
"You're the only one I know capable of doing something like this."
>"It's true, Anon," said Fluttershy as she nuzzled the back of your neck. "It was only a prank gone bad. Please don't be mad."
"Huh? Oh, sorry. History dictates my assumption. What were you trying to do?"
>"We, uh... were trying to..." Fluttershy trailed off, avoiding the answer.
"Rarity, Twilight, what happened?"
>"Well you see," started Twilight. "There's a little flower the likes to prank ponies."
>"And you were being so rude last night, we thought we would try to loosen you up a bit with a prank," continued Rarity.
>"But it appears the Poison Joke decided to prank us instead," finished Twilight.
>You contemplate their story for a minute before you shrug.
"Okay, I guess that makes sense."
--
>"Uh, Anon?" asked Rarity.
"Yeah?"
>"What is that?"
>Rarity pointed towards the rope around your wrists.
"Oh yeah. Well, for some reason, someone greased everything and I've been unable to grab a single thing all day. So I have this here rope to grab the baskets for me."
>You bring your hands close to your face and examine your wrists.
"Although that is really starting to look like a bad idea."
>They three mares gasp when they see the red marks around your wrists.
>"Anonymous! Take those shackles off!" ordered Rarity.
>You try to slide your hands out, but Applebloom tied them pretty tight.
"A little help, please?"
>Rarity sighed and trotted into the barn.
>She emerged with a large pair of secateurs, snipping the air as she walked towards you.
>You took a few steps back.
"Uh... R-Rarity?"
>You bumped into Fluttershy, stopping your retreat.
>You squeeze your eyes shut as the secataurs close down.
>In 2 swift and painless snips, the rope falls free.
>You open your eyes, Rarity had her head cocked, wondering what you were flinching for.
"O-oh... Very well then."
--
>Applejack trotted up after hearing the commotion from the orchard.
>"Why howdy y'all! What brings ya- What happened to Big Mac's wagon!"
>Fluttershy cowers behind you.
>"T-that was m-me, Applejack. I'm sorry," she whispered.
>"Oh, heheh. That's alright, sugarcube. He's been lookin' for a reason to get a new one anyhow."
>Applejack finally realized something was wrong with Rarity and Fluttershy.
>"Uh... What is... Do Ah really wanna know?"
>"Poison Joke," everyone said simultaneously.
>"Ah. That makes sense."
>Applejack turned to you.
>"So Ah take it your're fixin' to ask for the rest of the day off?"
"No. Why would I do that?"
>"To go get cured."
"I need to be cured?"
>"Yup. So you're free to go. Just be back Monday mornin'. I'll deliver your first week's pay later."
"Oh... Alright then."
--
>"Oh, and here's a treat for y'all."
>Applejack kicks an apple to Fluttershy and Rarity.
>Fluttershy catches it in her mouth, and Rarity with her magic.
>Applejack tosses one to Twilight.
>A purple aura envelopes the apple, stopping it mid air.
>Twilight goes flying backwards and slams into a tree.
>The apple falls to the ground.
>You can't contain your laughter.
>"It's not funny!" shouted Twilight as she staggered to her hooves.
>You wipe a tear from your eye.
"Haha... Yeah, it kind of is... Pfft ahaha!"
>Applejack tosses you an apple.
>You reach out with both hands, but the apple just stops upon hitting them and falls straight to the ground.
>After staring at it for a second, you turn to look at Twilight.
>She has the biggest shit-eating grin on her face.
"Lets just go..."