>You march unhappily towards the outskirts of town
>The cobbled road gives way to a dirt track as the well built townhouses give way to trees
>You hope to god you didn't embarrass yourself in front of Fluttershy
>From what you've seen of her thus far, she doesn't seem the type to take shit in the form of a rampaging Anon very well
>You near her cottage
>Passing a bush, you see a cider bottle lodged firmly between two branches
>What evil have you wrought here, Anon?
>You reach the front door
>It looks like something has been smeared on it
>It reeks
>It's fecal matter
>You decide to call out instead of touching the door
"Fluttershy? You home?"
>From inside, you hear quiet sobbing
>Holy shit Anon, what did you DO?
"Fluttershy, can you at least open the do-"
>At this, she cries even harder
>Oh right, the shit
>This is getting you nowhere
>You walk over to the window and pry it open
>Pushing the lace curtains aside, you survey the room
 
>It's a mess
>The bird cages usually hanging from the ceiling are on the floor, trampled and broken
>Her couch has been ripped up, the stuffing of which has been strewn around the room
>It's a wreck in here
>In the middle of it all sits Fluttershy, her long hair covering her face
>She's sobbing bitterly
"Fluttershy?"
>She doesn't look at you
>"Go away..."
>She says it softly, no different from she says everything else, but it breaks your heart to hear it just the same
"Would you at least give me a chance to explain myself?"
>She doesn't make a sound
>You take this as a queue to crawl through the window
>No way you were ever touching that door again
>She looks up at you for the first time, shocked that you entered
>Her eyes are red from crying
>She stares at you looking, for lack of a better word, betrayed
"So, clearly I stopped by last night-"
>She bawls loudly and covers her head again
"Fluttershy you have to understand, I'm sorry for whatever I did, I just really need your help right now!"
>Her crying settles down
>She sniffs and looks up at you
>"Do you really mean it? You don't remember anything?"
>You nod vigorously
>"Then I suppose you can't be held responsible..."
>You shake your head equally as vigorously
"I'm sorry about your house. Looks like I really did a number on this place"
>She shakes her head
>"This wasn't your fault, Anon. Well, not entirely."
>You're genuinely shocked
>If you didn't cause this mess, then what did?
 
>Seeing your confusion, she continues
>"It all started late last night. I was sitting down on my couch with a nice warm cup of tea, when I heard noises coming from the garden."
>You sit down cross legged. For better or for worse, this was going to be an interesting story
>"When I looked outside, all I could see was you, standing there with Winona, waking up all of my animal friends. They seemed really mad at having been woken up so late, especially Harry."
>You cock your head in a questioning way
>"Oh, Harry is a bear"
>Your eyes widen in shock
>You woke up a bear?
>Well, clearly you survived it, so you motion for Fluttershy to continue
>She clears her throat
>"As I was saying, you woke up all the animals and gathered them around a trough. You had a big bottle in your hand. In fact, I've still got it here."
>She hands you an empty bottle. You read the printed lettering on the sticker
"190 proof Everfree grain alcohol"
>"You poured the whole bottle into the trough. Everyone drank from it, including you. After a few minutes, I.."
>She looks away
"What is it? It could be helpful"
>Her eyes are tearing up again
>"You took off all of your clothes and started shouting that I was the 'bourgeoisie oppressor of the noble animals of the forest', and that they needed to 'take back their freedom'."
>The tears are running down her cheeks again
>"It all happened so quickly. All of my animal friends stormed into the house, breaking everything... It was.."
>She breaks off, unable to continue
>You nod, wrapping your arm around her understandingly
"And then they defiled your front door... What monsters..."
 
>She looks up at you with those big blue eyes
>"Actually Anon, that was you"
>You will yourself into a straight face
>Hide your shame Anon
"Oh... Is that right... Well, I'd better leave now... Goodbye..."
>You get up and walk stiffly to the doo-
>To the window
>Halfway out, you feel a yellow hoof on your arm
>"Anon, wait. I know this is asking a lot, but could you take Winona back to Applejack? She's been stumbling all over the place since she woke up this morning, and I really think she needs to go home"
>She hands you a leash without waiting for your response
>You follow it with your eyes to see a very hungover dog
>Winona looks a mess. Her fur is matted, she won't stop hiccoughing, and she can barely stand up
>Applejack loves that dog
>The pony (or person) who brings her back in this state is fucked
>You open your mouth to protest, but then you take one last look around the room
"...Fine"
>You shat on her door. It's the least you can do
 
>The two of you trudge slowly towards Sweet Apple Acres
>This is not a journey you are making willingly
>But then again, your theft of Winona proves you were at Sweet Apple Acres last night
>Maybe you lost the bag there
>At least it gives you time to piece together what you know happened so far
>Shit! You forgot to ask Fluttershy if the bag was at her house!
>Although, considering the state her house was in
>You may not want to find it there
>The afternoon sun shines down on you
>Walking under the trees, you notice the sunlight spilling through the leaves
>It's actually quite beautiful out
>You wonder why your travels from shitstorm to shitstorm have been so tranquil
>Probably just the universe's idea of hammering home just how much of a mess you made by contrasting it so violently with your peaceful walks
>Winona is faring pretty badly beside you
>She looks as sick as a dog, if you'll excuse the pun
>You put her out of her misery and hoist her up onto your back
>She's too exhausted to put up a fight, and probably grateful for the lift
>You ponder your motivation for stealing her
>Did you think her a priceless treasure?
>Or perhaps you just liked the way her fur felt
>Both possibilities seem equally plausible
>Hell, anything seems plausible in the wake of last night
>>You shake your head, as if to clear your thoughts as an etch-a-sketch is wiped of images
>Your blood alcohol level is still too high to think philosophically properly
 
>However your musings did cover the last leg of your walk to Sweet Apple Acres
>You stride meaningfully past the big red barn, the paintwork flaking in the sun
>Out of nowhere, an apple slams into the side of the barn, narrowly missing your head
>"Ah didn't have to miss, ya know"
>Still in reflexive I'll-use-this-karate-I-don't-know Anon mode, you lower your arms into more of a peaceful gesture
>Standing under the shade of a nearby apple tree stands the orange mare in question
>She's scowling at you
>By her side, a pile of apples sits
>You gulp
>You don't doubt she could have connected with your head
"Applejack, I-"
>She was pissed
>"Don't you 'Applejack ah' me! You got ten seconds to gimme back mah dog and explain yerself before ah turn you into mulch!"
>You place Winona on the floor
>She stumbles towards her master, swaying on her feet, before flopping onto her side and snoring loudly
>Applejack looks horrified
>You'd better defuse the situation
"I know it looks bad, but I don't think there's any real cause for concer-  oof!"
>You're struck heavily in the stomach by a golden delicious
 
>Get out of here Anon! You're no match for mach speed fruit!
>Crawling away from the heavy apple fire, you manage to open the barn door
>You clumsily forward roll inside, shutting the door behind you
>You hear a muffled shout from outside
>"Git out here and die on your hooves like uh real stallion!"
>You crack open the door
"I don't have hooves and you know it!"
>Which is followed by three heavy impacts as apple after apple hits the wood
>Shit, you need a plan
>The only thing in here are buckets and buckets of apples
>Oh, and a slingshot
>Must belong to Applejacks sister
>Hey, wait a second
>It's just like the end of that one cowboy videogame you used to play
>Spurred on by that image, you pick up the slingshot and pocket several apples
>Spying a coiled rope hanging on the door, you grab it too because if you're going to die, you'll do it looking like a cold-ass honky
>You crack the door open again
"Alright AJ, you got me. I'm coming out"
>You stand back and breathe, inhaling and exhaling slowly
>Your moment of calm before the storm
>Raising your leg, you kick open the door
>Apples begin to fly, both launched by you from the slingshot, and kicked with frightening accuracy by Applejack
>You take a couple to the chest, but give as good as you get
>You don't know how long you can withstand this punishment
>Launching one last shiny red missile, you give your best barbaric yawp
>The shot hits her right in between the eyes
>Oh she's mad
>Giving an enraged yell, she charges you
>Your pupils dilate as an orange blur comes hurtling towards you
>You deftly sidestep at the last second, allowing her to continue past you
>Right into the barn door
>She stumbles back, dazed
>Taking this opportunity, you grab one of her hooves and proceed to hog tie her
>It's not as if you're going to gt her to stop any other way
>"Lemme go! When ah get free, Anon ah swear-!"
>You've had enough
 
"Just shut up for a second, okay!?"
>She scowls at you, but does as you ask
"I don't remember a thing from last night"
>Jeeze, you were starting to sound like a broken record
"Now I'm sorry for stealing your dog, but kicking apples at me? Seriously? That was the best way you could think of dealing with the situation?"
>She turns away, looking angrily embarrassed
"I've brought your dog back, and I'm sorry. Are we square?"
>She's still pissed, but you can tell she's calmed down
>"That remains to be seen. But ya can lemme up now. Ah won't fight, ah promise"
>You untie the ropes and help Applejack up
"I'm looking for a saddlebag full of gems. The one I had at the celebration last night. Did I by any chance leave it here?"
>She thinks about the question for a moment
>"Nope, ah ain't seen hide nor hair of it since you took it away with you last night"
>You went somewhere after the party?
"Took it where?"
>She chuckles
>"You really don't reme-"
>You cut her off
"Yeah, that line's starting to get old. Can we skip to where I went?"
>"You, Pinkie and Rainbow went to sugarcube corner"
"I thought that place was closed at night?"
>She laughs
>"Oh, it is"