I Hate Apples

>Humming a random tune you wander through the streets of Ponyville, enjoying the beautiful Autumn day,

>The weather team had done a good jopb clearing the skies, as there was not a cloud to be seen,

>A cool breeze was blowing, caressing your skin, and bringing a sweet scent from the nearby Sugarcube Corner to you,

>"Hm, I might go see how Fluttershy is today, we could go for a picnic, I'll take some food over" you think to yourself, as you head towards the town market,

>You browse the various stalls, buying some fruit and vegetables for the picnic lunch, and grabbing some extra for the yellow mare's animal friends,

>A sweet fruit smell wafts under your nose, causing you to frown,

>The odour makes it's way up your nose, causing an incessant tickling,

>"Bloody apples" you mutter after sneezing into your hand,

>"Howdy anon, did yah say ma name? Ah've been lookin for you!" came a familiar accented voice from behind you,

 

>"Ah, that would explain the smell" you think with a sigh, before turning around to face the pony,

>"Hi AJ, how are you?"

>You pull a tissue out of your pocket in preparation for the nasal assault, that will undoubtedly follow the conversation,

>"Ah'm good sugarcube" the yellow mare notices the wad of tissue in your hand,

>"You ill or somethin?" she asks with a concerned look,

>"Nah, It's just hay fever" you wave the concern off, before sneezing violently into the tissue,

>"Just as well you don't work on a farm ain't it? You'd be sneezing all day" she chuckles,

>"Speaking of farms, that's why I wanted to talk to you. It's Big Mac's birthday tomorrow, an I was wonderin if you'd like to come to the party?"

>"Ah know It's short notice, me and Granny Smith had to nag Big Mac into the ground before he agreed to having a party, and he only agreed this morning!" Applejack said with a snort,

>"So what d'ya say?"

>As much as you like the apple family, and get on with them well. The thought of all those....apples, makes you shudder.

 

>You pause for a moment, trying to think of a viable excuse to get out of a party that would drive your allergies made,

>But noticing Applejack's face had turned from a beaming smile, to a disappointed look, you feel guilty,

>"Sure I'll be there" you agree, with a pained smile,

>"Fantastic!" the orange mare cheered,

>"Come by the farm at around 6. Don't worry about food, we'll have lots of it!"

>"Urgh" you think to yourself, imagining all the different apple-themed food that will be present,

>"I'll be over at 6 then, I'm looking forward to it!" you lie,

>"I'll see ya then sugarcube!" Applejack gives you a tap on the shoulder and heads off, presumably to her apple-ridden store,

>You stumble off to Fluttershy's cottage after a rather large sneezing fit, your mood dampened by your worst enemy, apples,

>"What have I gotten myself into?"

 

>You sigh to yourself as you make your way to Sweet Apple Acres,

>"I wish I'd brought antihistamines from earth" you grumble to yourself, kicking a stone,

>You've come somewhat prepared though, filling your pockets to the brim with tissues, and having dinner beforehand, in the hopes of avoiding the apple family's food,

>Approaching the gates of the farm you see three fillies chasing a wasp around,

>"GRRR look out wasp! We're the Cutie Mark Wasp catchers!" you hear one shout,

>Rolling your eyes at the antics of the fillies, you give them a wave and head up to the farm,

>Reaching the door, you take a deep breath, prepared for the noxious apple vapour,

>Giving the door a knock, you only had to wait seconds before a large, red stallion opened the door,

>"Hi Big Mac, happy birthday mate!" you say, handing him a present,

>"Eeeyyyup, thanks an-"

>His thanks was cut short as a large, "OUCH" echoed from across the farm,

>"You're welcome, and you might want to get some medicine, it sounds like one of the Cutie Mark Crusaders has been stung" you chuckle,

 

>"Eyyyup" the stallion says with a raised eyebrow, beckoning you inside before wandering off to seek the source of cry,

>The stench of apple inside causes your eyes to water, you bring a tissue to your nose just in time, letting out a loud sneeze,

>"Hi anon!" you see Twilight, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash sitting in a corner of the room,

>"Hi guys, no Rarity or Pinkie? It's unlike Pinkie to miss out on a party." you say with a smile,

>"Yeah, Pinkie is doing an all-nighter, the Cakes are doing the catering for a wedding tomorrow. Rarity has gone to Canterlot, some fancy fashion show or something." Twilight says rolling her eyes.

>"Hey anon, wanna see my latest trick?" Rainbow Dash jumps out of her seat with a grin.

>"Not right now sugarcube, we need to eat!" a voice is heard from the kitchen,

>"Here we go..." you think, preparing yourself for more sneezing as various apple dishes are brought to the table,

 

>"Come on young'uns, time to eat!" Granny Smith shouts, as everyone converges around the dining table,

>Big Mac enters the room, obviously hearing the call for food. Bringing with him three fillies, one of has a nasty sting on her arm,

>"I'm never catching wasps again" Scootaloo groans, scratching her arm,

>"Ya hungry anon?" AJ asks as you take a seat the table,

>"Nah, I had quite a big lunch" you say, hoping that It's enough to get out of eating,

>"You never eat enough anon! Yer not leaving until you have had some food!" Granny Smith chuckles,

>"No I'm ok-"

>"Nonsense! You're having some!" the elderly mare starts shovelling various apple-based things onto your plate,

>You gulp, looking around, seeing everyone else digging in,

>Apprehensively, you carefully slice into an apple strudel,

>Your hands quiver, as you spear a piece of baked apple on your fork, and slowly lift it towards your mouth,

>Your nose is burning, eyes streaming with tears, you can feel a panic attack coming on,

 

>"Stop messing around anon" Applejack laughed, before giving your fork a smack, forcing the strudel into your mouth,

>The apple in your mouth burns like fire, you sneeze violently, covering your mouth to make sure you don't spray strudel everywhere,

>"Ha did it go up your nose?" Rainbow Dash chortled,

>Normally you would retort with a witty comeback, but you can hardly see Rainbow Dash, let alone say something back, through your watering eyes,

>Hoping to placate the burning apple, by sending it to your stomach, you swallow,

>The searing strudel passes down your oesophagus, causing you to retch and cough,

>"Are you okay anon?" Twilight asks, the only person to notice your agony,

>You try to say "I'm fine" but burst into a coughing fit,

>It seems that the angry strudel never made it to your stomach, and has returned to your mouth, with a vengeance,

>"Oh my...he needs some help" Fluttershy says gasping,

>"Ah've got this!" Applejack makes her way to your chair and drags you out of your seat,

>The coughing fit continues, your chest burning, gasping for air,

>AJ wraps her arms around you, "You ready anon?"

 

>"One...two...three!" Applejack performs the Heinrich manoeuvre,

>Your chest feels like It's going to explode, and you let out a strangled "ARGHH" and a cough, sending the remains of an apple strudel flying across the room, to impact the wall with a squelch,

 

>"Ewwww" Applebloom says staring at the splattered strudel on the wall,

>"You okay sugarcube?" AJ asks with concern,

>"Mhm, better now" you nod, a few coughs escaping your mouth,

>"What happened anon? Are you crying?" Twilight asks, everyone has stopped eating and is staring at you,

>"N-no" you wipe your eyes,

>"It's..um okay if you're crying" Fluttershy says with a small smile,

>"I'm not crying!" you exclaim, but your eyes continue to water,

>"Definitely looks like he's crying" Rainbow Dash snorts, earning a nudge and a frown from Twilight,

>"I'M NOT CRYING, I'M..." you shout, pausing,

>"You're what?" the rainbow-maned mare asks,

>You sigh, admitting defeat,

>"I'm allergic to apples"

 

>Silence,

>Nobody said anything, nobody moved,

>The only sound, was the clock ticking,

>Everyone looks at you in shock,

>The silence continued, with everyone staring at you,

>You cough, unnerved by the situation,

>"Ah think you better leave" Big Mac said, standing up, a stern look on his face,

>Walking upto the door and opening it, giving you an angry expectant look,

>You are too shocked to say anything, and stumble out of the door, only to have it slam shut behind you,

>Sighing, you start to wander home, spitting out the remains of the vile apple strudel,

>"I hate apples"