My Little Filly

Granny Smith gestured to the filly and young stallion next to her.  “This here’ll be the newest part of our Sweet Apple Acres,” she said proudly, pointing out at the expanse of land littered with rocks.

Applejack looked up.  “We won’t have to grow apple trees on this ground, will we?  ‘Cause ah remember ya told me that trees couldn’t grow on them rocks,” she replied.

Granny Smith smiled.  “Sugarcube, ah know that.  Ah got a rock clearing team coming this way.  Heard they’d got a young filly your age.  Maybe you two should play together?” she continued.  Then she turned to the red stallion next to her.  “Big Macintosh, are ya excited?”

“Eeyup,” Big Macintosh answered solemnly.

Within minutes, the rock clearing team arrived.  Applejack looked around for her supposed playmate.  She saw two gray fillies, with hair as flat as their expressions.  They wore frowns as they began moving some small rocks to piles.  Oh no! Applejack thought.  Surely Granny Smith doesn’t want me to play with them!  However, her thoughts were interrupted by a blast of a party horn and a shower of confetti.

“SURPRISE!!!” exclaimed a pink pony with a pink mane just as poofy as her sisters’ were flat.  Her cutie mark was three balloons, two blue and one yellow.  “Hi!  I’m Pinkie Pie!  My Pinkie Sense told me I’d be making a new friend today!  So I looked around, and then I found you!” she continued, bouncing up and down.

Applejack smiled.  “Howdy!  Ah’m Applejack!” she greeted.

Pinkie Pie immediately grabbed her hoof and rapidly shook it.  “Hey there, Applejack!  I’m so happy you want to be friends with me!”  Then she grabbed Applejack in a bone-crushing hug.

Applejack smiled even more.  “Ah’m sure as sugar glad ah got to meet ya!” she replied.  “Ya know, I’ve got a fun game we can play.  Just follow me!”  Applejack continued, walking towards the part of Sweet Apple Acres already covered in apple trees.

“Ooh!  Follow the leader!  I love that game!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed, trotting behind Applejack.

Eventually, the two ponies arrived at a clearing surrounded by apple trees, bearing delicious, ripe fruit.

“Alright, now all ya gotta do is bounce the apple back when ah throw it to ya.  Mah friend Rarity never wants ta play this game, so ah might as well play it with ya!” Applejack explained.  Then deftly, she picked an apple up on her nose and tossed it towards Pinkie Pie.  Quickly, Pinkie Pie bounced the apple back.  They continued for a while, with Pinkie Pie occasionally eating the apples Applejack threw at her.  As Pinkie Pie reached up to bounce an apple back, it splatted out on her head with the impact.

“Oops!  That was a bruised apple!”  Applejack said, grinning awkwardly.  On the inside, her emotions were racing.  She remembered that when she and Rarity first tried to play this game, this also happened and Rarity screamed at her, calling Applejack some words she was surprised a young filly would know.

In her head, she could hear Rarity yelling “How dare you, you b---h!  You piece of farmer sh-t!  I’ve just been f--king groomed!” just as clearly as if it was happening right now.  What if Pinkie Pie did the same thing?  Wow.  Good job, Applejack.  You make a friend and now she’s probably going to dump you.  Applejack thought to herself.  However, to her surprise, Pinkie Pie licked the bruised apple off her face.

“That tastes just like your apple cider!  I come here every year during cider season.  Hey, how come I’ve never seen you before?” Pinkie Pie asked, confused.

Applejack smiled.  “Oh, Granny Smith just has me help in the house!  She won’t let me work in the fields until ah’m a big pony!” she responded.

“Well, that makes sense!” replied Pinkie Pie.  The two shared more stories and laughter within each other.

“So, their faces looked all funny.  I actually thought they didn’t like the party!  And then they SMILED!  So they did like it!”  Pinkie Pie said, explaining how she threw her first party.

The two fillies’ laughter was interrupted by an “AAAAAAPPLEJAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!  Git’ yer hinny here and make yerself useful with the weeds!” from Granny Smith.

“Pinkie Pie, ah gotta go help pull the weeds.  Maybe you could come?”  Applejack asked.

Pinkie Pie nodded.  Just as she was about to leave with Applejack, she heard a familiar voice.

“We still have to move the rocks from the south field to the east field!” called her father.

“Applejack, I’ve gotta go too.  Why don’t we meet again tomorrow? You know where I live, don’t you?” Pinkie Pie asked.

“Ah think so,” replied Applejack.

“You know that big silo?” Pinkie Pie asked.

“Ah think I do,” answered Applejack.

“Meet me there tomorrow.  Same time!  Be cool, or be mule!” Pinkie Pie said, just as a mule walked up to her.  Then she turned to the mule and smiled.  “No offense,”

“None taken,” replied the mule.

“Ya mind if ah bring Rarity?” Applejack asked.

“Sure!  Why not?  You know what they all say.  The more, the merrier!” Pinkie Pie replied with a smile.

Then the two fillies parted ways, Applejack to the newly cleared field, Pinkie Pie to the rock farm.