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The black Horse

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The entire Apple family stood in the doorway of the barn, blinking in stunned silence at the sight. Finally, it was Granny Smith who found her voice.
 
“Tarnation! When did our farm become a meeting place for every saddle and tack fetishist in Equestria?”
 
“Nope. Nope, no way, nope,” said the big red stallion as he grabbed his younger sister and dragged her back to the house.
 
Queen Chrysalis batted her eyelashes at Applejack, who winced, stepped back, and shut the door.
 
“Okay, good news and bad news.”
 
“Eh? How’s that?”
 
“Now we know the spell Twi put on the saddle misfired. It was supposed to improve my stamina while I was wearing it, but all it really does is drive the wearer into some kinda lust so they don’t care if they are getting tired.”
 
“SO WHY IS THAT BUG WEARING IT?!” the family matriarch snapped!
 
“I… uh… I don’t know. I guess I’ll have to get out the riding crop and ask her.” She turned and placed a hoof on her grandmother’s shoulder. “Set up and light the emergency signal flares. I think I might be able to keep her distracted long enough for help to arrive.”
 
“…landsakes….” was all she said in return before turning and walking to the house, slowly shaking her haed as she plodded along as quickly as her ancient legs would let her go.
 
The apple farmer had gone nose-to-nose with some mean monsters and cretures before, but this was the first time she ever had to handle one of them like this. She took a deep breath, gave a quick prayer in her mind, then carefully stepped in, where the changeling was still waiting, and still a changeling….