My Little Filly

Rarity looked in her mirror at the outfit she picked out.  “Ugh!  Too tacky!” she exclaimed to herself.  Then she proceeded to try on more outfits.

“Too sparkly!”

“Not sparkly enough!”

“Too poofy!”

“Too green!”

“Too white!”

“Too formal!”

“Too…touristy!”

“Too plain!”

“Too loud!”

Finally she settled with a nice, pastel colored dress she designed herself.  Then she proceeded to do her mane.  As she did so, she heard a sharp knock on her door.

“Rarity?  Ya done yet?   It’s been an hour,” asked a familiar voice.

“Applejack, darling, I’ll be right with you!”  Rarity reassured.

“Ya said that an hour ago, ya know,” Applejack said, slightly irritated.

“This time it’s for real, sweetheart.  Just some finishing touches,” Rarity answered.

Applejack leaned back against the wall of Carousel Boutique, where Rarity resided, and began counting in her head.  Just as she got to thirty, the door swung open.

“Alrighty, Applejack!  I’m ready to go!  Let’s meet this Pinkie Pie you speak of,” Rarity said in a singsongy voice.

The farmer and the fashionista approached the silo on the rock farm.

“Ugh.  She lives here?”  Rarity asked, wrinkling her nose.  Just then, a peppy polka melody resonated from the silo.

“That’s Pinkie Pie.  Come,” Applejack answered, leading Rarity towards the silo.  As they opened the door of the silo, they saw that the silo had been decorated with balloons, streamers, and confetti.  A large cake was set up on a table, along with many other treats.

Applejack walked over to a phonograph, which was playing the polka.  “The Parasprite Polka,” she read out loud.

Pinkie Pie jumped out from behind the table and blew a party horn in Rarity and Applejack’s faces.

“HEY THERE AJ!  And this must be Rarity!”  Pinkie Pie greeted.

“Greetings, darling.  I am Rarity.  And you are Pinkie Pie?” Rarity answered with a smile.

“Yuppie!  Of course I’m Pinkie Pie!  See how pink I am?”  Pinkie Pie replied, bouncing up and down.

“Of course, dear.  In fact, I have a nice dress that will complement the pink in your coat.  And you too, Applejack.  Hopefully this time I’ll find something that you’ll actually like.  Come, darling.  Let us walk to Carousel Boutique,” Rarity beckoned, motioning for both Pinkie Pie and Applejack to follow her.  Just then, a loud crash echoed through the silo.