Applejack was trembling in shock, Fluttershy made a small squeal filled with fear as the police sirens got louder. Applejack picked up her phone from the ground and yelled at Sunset Shimmer to try to call the cops off. She ended up the call. As the police cruiser approached, both mermaids dragged themselves to the scooter, making small tail jumps, using their arms for traction and support, trying to imitate the clumsy motions of sea lions on land. It took them what appeared to be an eternity to get to the side of the scooter. Applejack helped Fluttershy hop onto the seat. They thought it was all going to end right there, but fortunately the police cruiser was forced to come to a stop because a large semitruck blocked the intersection, some 600 meters away. The semitruck driver was trying to pass a red light and got caught in the middle of the road, making a traffic jam. The cops honked the horn, unable to overtake the truck. This gave the mermaids time to fully get onto their small vehicle and start it. Thank God this kind of scooter has all the controls in the handles and not in the pedals. Applejack turns it on and they accelerate, making a turn and getting away along the straight road. As they advance, both contemplate their situation: Fluttershy looks at her tail in disbelief and shock, unable to process that a few minutes ago she had two slender, functional legs. She touches the bend of her tail, where her knees would normally be. Nothing but smooth, barely visible scales covered her new locomotion structure, she could not feel any knee nor bone. The transformation was total. She gasped for air, which felt so dry and hostile and irritating. Meanwhile, Applejack was concentrating on the road, trying to find a route to the beach that didn’t imply coming along a main road for fear to be seen. She broke the brief silence.

Applejack: Corn-sarnit! We really are knee-deep into mud this time… Not only I got you turned into a mermaid… not thanks to me actively trying to do so ala Pinkie Pie… but now we are looked for by the police, as stinkin’ ordinary ol’ cattle robbers. Stupid Scootaloo! Darned chicken imitator! Didn’t she know it was me? Didn’t she know that Pinkie and I are cousins and that I was only taking the moped as “borrowed”? -yelled out loud, more to herself than to Fluttershy
Fluttershy: Uhm, Jacqueline, calm down, please. It will not help our situation if you lose control right now.
Applejack: Sheeesh… Ah hate it when you say my full name and not my nickname… It is not easy to be calmed-down right now, sugarcube… as you may have noticed, we have the police looking for us right now. If it was not for that ex-machina truck, we would have been caught right there and right now, and what is worse, we would have gotten those cops turned into merfolk also. And that would have not turned out pretty well. There was not going to be no prince charmin’ to come and rescue us. No, eventually they will send us to dissection and experimentation and God only knows what more…
Fluttershy: Yes, I know, but we must remain level-headed and thoughtful.
Applejack: Also… I find it amusing that you are not panicking or squealing or faintin’ right here and right now… Not that I don’t thank you for your good attitude in this mess.
Flutterhsy: I must be very calm and collected when I am attending sick, hurt and diying animals, after all you know that I volunteer in an animal refuge and hospital. I am dealing with this situation by thinking that we are both animals and we both need to be rescued, by ourselves. Believe me that if we were both humans, pursued by the police, I would not be so detached from this… *cough*
Applejack: Wow, that makes sense, good to know that we all have not lost our minds yet. Unlike Pinkie and Rainbow Dash.
Fluttershy: *cough* What happened with them? *cough*
Applejack: Pinkie Pie thinks this is all a game, she wants to actively try and spread the curse. Not out of malice, but more like from a twisted curiosity, to know how a person would look like as merfolk.
Fluttershy: *cough* So… basically she wants to see what color their tails would be… typical Pinkie. *cough*
Applejack: Rainbow Dash, on the other hand, basically snapped out of her sanity, went all leg-envious against Rarity and transformed her into a mermaid, to condemn her to this existence. Straight up supervillain style. Then she tried to do that to me! If it was not for the timely intervention of Princess Twilight… I managed to escape Rainbow’s grasp, only to reach the surface and be transformed anyway by Rarity. I know she didnt meant to, the fashion gal just tried to help me ge to the surface faster. I ended being half-bass anyway…
Fluttershy: Why would Rainbow Dash do that to Rarity and try to do it to you?
Applejack: Well, she is unpredictable, she does not like to be surpassed by anybody. She goes to cheat-unloyal-jerkass lenghts to win… Remember when we were at Pinkie’s house back in the USA, I was playing Y-BOX-FIVE with her, I was about to beat her and she all of the sudden hit the console, turning it off. Only to claim un-defeat for her. You know, since she is the confident-comes-off-as-cocky athlete gal, she felt robbed from her life and future. The multichromatic girl believes she is nothing without sports, or running, or her super-speed… Hey! That makes me think! Where are the geodes? Are they still at the house?
Fluttershy: No, no, of course not. I have them with me. Remember what Sunset Shimmer told us, to have them always close to us… which you didn’t today… because you were so excited to go to the beach and forgot to put them on. I kept them safe with me in my… uhm… cleavage. *Fluttershy blushes a little* I have all the geodes *cough* except Twilight’s and Sunset’s.
Applejack: That really explains how you could lift me up from the scooter so easily… you were using mah super-strenght, uh?
Fluttershy: *cough* Yes… it also helped me get some chores *cough* done. *cough* *cough* *cough* I can’t breathe… the air got too dry -as her voice diminishes
Applejack: Darn it! We need to get you some water.
*Siren blares extremely loud*
Applejack: Oh, come on!

Sorry for the bad English, I am Mexican. Sometimes I will mince it with the superior, mindful structure of Spanish language. Couple that with the other two languages that I am somewhat fluent also (German and Russian) and you have a spiced up recipe for literary hilarity. Also, it means I know 3.5 more languages than my average critic/hater.