Honey Pie Poni in Ponyville

by Ponyess

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, Derpy Hooves, Crossover, Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Changelings, Original Character
Length: 4545

Once I hear of the Magical Creak; I got an idea, considering there are no Ponies like me in Strawberry land. Maybe the creek could give me a means to see other Ponies.

Strawberry had just told me one of her many wonderful memories, from her book. It apparently included what she referred to; a Magical Creek, and I know how to find it.

Once there I had to ask, just what it could do; since I wanted to find other Ponies just like myself, and just as she had told me; the creek answered my question.

Once I got this far, it opens a portal to a place called Ponyville; deep inside, what was referred to as Equestria; where Ponies were said to reside.

Sweet as Honey.

Published 2014-02-23 22:10:03 UTC
Last updated 2014-10-02 14:13:18 UTC

The Sweet Apple Acres: 2

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Where I had ended up, I had no idea. How would I know this is the Sweet Apple Acres belonging to the Pony Apple Jack, and her family. I had never been here, I had never even heard of the place. It was apparently just outside of a village named Ponyville, how appropriate and convenient.

The first thing I noticed, is all the apple trees, as if it had been an orchard, just like the one I had seen back home. Only these trees are apple trees, rather than orange trees. Who is living here, since they apparently did have a barn.

All of a sudden, I see a Pony moving around amongst the trees. I had come here to see ponies, but are these the ponies I had been looking for? I guess the only way to know, is to approach the Pony before me. To ask her the questions on top of my head, as it were. Maybe this is a nice and friendly Pony.

Since I saw no other ponies, and the one before me does look as if she just may be friendly, I decided on approaching her, and ask her a few questions of mine.

“Hiya, I'm new here. What's your name?” I enquired in my more curious voice.

“Hiya, I'm Apple Jack, and this is the Sweet Apple Acres, I live here. Who may you be, stranger?” Apple Jack asked.

“Who am I? I'm Honey. Oh sorry, everyone know me back in strawberry land, but that's obviously very far from here. A friend of mine has an orchard, just like this, but she's growing oranges!” I responded.

“Honey. Never heard of any Pony by the name. Just as I never saw a Pony quite like you, either. An Orange Orchard, you say?” Apple Jack pondered, looking at me curiously.

Thinking of it, the Pony before me looks almost as if she had been a stylised image of me. Only she's clearly lacking my white sock, as well as the white facial markings I have. Her coat is almost identical to my honey coat. She apparently has green eyes, just like me, just as she apparently is a blond, just like me. There is the small detail, I can't quite make out her hooves, unlike my own dark brown once. Then she has what I found a rather strange and curious styled mane, rather than my more traditional style, though I kept quiet about my observations, guessing she would find me equally strangely looking, and I could clearly see it on her face. Which I found strange. She was expressing her feelings on her face, the way my friends from back home would. Not the way a proper Pony like myself would have.

“Yes, I guess you shouldn't have. At least I've seen another Pony, not too unlike myself now. My wish came true. An apple orchard, you're one lucky Pony!” I concluded.

“Yeah, I guess I am, though it is a whole lot of work to harvest all these apples!” she then pointed out.

Hitting Town: 3

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I had followed the directions the Pony by the name of Apple Jack game me, soon finding the village, aptly named Ponyville. Seems to be a laid-back and nice community by what I could see. Now I just had to see, just what kind of ponies they were.

I had noticed Apple Jack is a talking Pony, and her looks are very much like mine, she is just a very different kind of Pony, if I just look at her. On the other hoof, she is also very different in personality. She stays at home, tending to the family orchard. I'm the adventurer.

Despite all our differences, just seeing her is still a sign that I'm on the right track. Other ponies would be around, maybe they were more adventurous. At least, they are all ponies, or so I hope.

Following the road from the orchard and into town, it is apparently aptly named 'Ponyville', by what I could see. It's just a small town, but inhabited by ponies. Seems luck had it, I finally did find more ponies, just like myself.

What I found, is a small village, and it's apparently full of ponies. If this isn't what I had wished for, what is? I wanted to see more ponies like myself, and here they are, an entire village of them.

There is the strange and funny detail though, they all look like the Pony fancying herself Apple Jack. They look exactly like her, but come in all the colour of the rainbow, clear bright colours to most of them. This brought a smile to my face.

There is something reminding me of home, not so much the houses in the village, maybe it is the weather, or the mood to all and everything in sight.

At first, they had been generally reserved, I guess I should have expecting it. I may be a talking Pony, but I'm still not looking exactly like them, which reminded me of the episode at the isle where I had met other talking ponies, and how some of them reacted on my old friends.

Only then I noticed this insanely bright pink Pony. She is smiling as if her life depended on it. I don't know, maybe I shouldn't blame her for it, I like to see her smile, I like to see smiles. If I didn't why would I possibly go here?

“Hiya Strange Pony!” she called out to me, and it was only too obvious it was me she was talking to.

“Hiya, Pink Pony!” I responded, not quite sure how to respond, but I had to greet her like she had greeted me, and since her pinkieness stuck out, it was the first I came up calling her.

I can't call her 'Stranger', since all are new and strange to me, as opposed how it was for her.

“The name is 'Pinkie Pie', close enough. I'm the welcoming committee, but who are you?” she responded, and her smile widened and grew even brighter then before.

“Oh hi, Pinkie Pie, I'm Honey Pie Poni. So you're in charge of greeting every Pony welcome to the village, then?” I enquired curiously, trying a small smile.

This certainly was the strangest Pony I ever saw, but she looks nice and comfortable enough to be around. Maybe she likes to be in the centre of things just like I do, and a little adventure on the side too?

“Honey Pie Poni? That's kind of a strange name, but also sounds almost as we were related, even though you look more like Apple Jack who work the farm by the Everfree forest. You have by any chance seen her and the Orchard?” she just blurted out, as if she knew more than she was letting on.

“By chance, it is exactly where I came from. I sure saw her, and she did make a rather funny face as she saw me!” I responded.

“She has your basic colours, but looks like me, and work the farm. Can't miss her. Speaking of farm, is that by any chance fresh Strawberries?” she then continued.

“Yes, they just happen to be. A friend of mine is growing them, where she lives. Though she doesn't have a large orchard!” I responded.

“Some ponies would positively kill for these, and I would love to have the rare opportunity to include them in my baking. Could I have some for these?” she asked, as she presented a large sum of bits and a few gems.

“Looks fair enough!” I responded, accepting the offer and soon completed the deal.

“Thanks!” she beamed, so brightly I almost feared she was to outshine the sun on the sky, even on such a bright day as this.

Only then she got sight of oranges, cherries and some other fruits I had slipped into my saddle bags. I had managed to slip the currency down below where half of the Strawberries had been.

“You managed to get them well before season here. I would love to have some of your remaining fruit too!” she continued.

“Sure. You seem to have a rather large amount of these coins!” I responded.

“I was out shopping, so I guess this was a convenient coincident on my part. It isn't as if any Pony just trot by, ready to sell all this much of what I need, every day. On the other hoof, I'm doing well, working at the Café 'Sugar-Cube Corner', and I meet most ponies there more or less on a daily basis, which is great. I like to see ponies, and I certainly see Ponies smile!” she then responded.

“Sugar-Cube Corner? Maybe we could as well go back there, and you can store the berries there, and buy whatever you need I'm not conveniently carrying. Besides, we could as well compare my bags with your list?” I suggested.

“That sounds reasonable enough!” she then pondered, and leads me to the café where she works.

Once indoors, I saw numerous of different pastries and cakes lined up. Maybe it is early, and they had just filled the counters up.

“This is where you work!” I uttered, as I kept looking at all the sweet treats.

“Yep, this is where I work!” she announced.

Then she leads me to a room behind the counter, and I unpack the various contents of my bags before her, and she eagerly look at it, with excited eyes. She then pointed and suggested what they were worth, and I eagerly agreed. Maybe I'm not good at this, but it felt as if I was given fair to good deals. Then I noticed, just how heavy the saddle bags had become, with all the bits and gems inside. I decided on chewing the remainder of my Strawberries.

The Rarity: 4

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I had left the festive pink Pony, in order to further my exploratory adventure. My hooves soon leads me to another building, with what I found a curious deign, even if it may not be as strange as other Ponies may have expected, recalling the buildings I had seen in the past on other adventures.

I found numerous suits in the window, before I noticed a white Unicorn. She apparently were eyeing one of her later designs, from what I could see. Maybe I should enter, to see who she may be.

“Hi!” I exclaimed as I entered her boutique, just after the chimes had made a rather merry noise in order to announce my arrival.

“Greetings, welcome to the Carousel Boutique!” she chirped in a warm welcoming.

“I am Honey Pie Poni. You own this fabulous Boutique, then?” I presented myself.

“Hi, Honey. I am Rarity. It is my Boutique, thank you. Some work to create and sell these suits, I designed them all by myself!” she eagerly presented herself in turn, before answering my question.

“Creating something for yourself is supposed to be hard work, I suppose. They all look fabulous. Though they are a bit over my head, if you excuse the unintended pun. I have no idea as to what they would actually cost!” I responded.

“Yes, it certainly is, but I chose it on my own accord. This Boutique is a part of me and who I am, I wouldn't have it any other way. Thank you, Honey. Oh yeah, you don't call your local currency 'Bits', where you came from, right? No problem. For Fashion Emergencies, I never charge, I am after all the element of Generosity. Aside from that, I doubt they are all that expensive. Besides, I could make you something casual to wear, if you would like?” Rarity explained.

“No fear of hard work, so long as it is what you love doing and it is your own place, after all. No, we don't. We commonly just trade goods. Since I'm not going any place fancy, I couldn't call it an emergency? Though I guess I could use a new suit for every-day-use, something casual, as you called it. What would you recommend for me?” I responded.

“Hard work can be its own reward, something Apple Jack probably would have told you, if you asked her. I have a passion for fashion, I love my work, so putting in extra hours isn't really an issue, unless it means I have to sacrifice my sister Sweetie Belle. I guess there are times when that is just as easy. Right now, the first thing that comes to mind would be a cup of tea. I hope you wouldn't mind!” she pondered in response.

"Yeah, farm work is hard, but I guess it can be fun if you do it together with friends or family. That would explain your line of work, aside from the designs on display in the windows. Family above all, I'm all with you there. I came here in search of Ponies like myself. The magical creek sent me to Sweet Apple Acres where Apple Jack live and work. Considering, my friends all have similar work, I guess. The tea probably would be an idea, right about now!” I responded.

“A magical creek sent you to Sweet Apple Acres? In search of Ponies like yourself. I guess Apple Jack is like you in colouration, though I doubt she is anywhere as talkative or adventurous as you. She is basically one hard-working, honest Pony. She could be headstrong like few, though. Maybe you would go with Scootallo for the advbentures?” she pondered.

“Yes, it did. The funny thing is the exact spot where I entered your village, though. There is a smiling Pony painted on the wall on the back of her barn, you know. This is where I came in, or out. Who ever painted that wall?” I enquired.

“Only Pony to paint anything the like is bound to be Pinkie Pie, I take it the Pony in the image is pink, too? She is supposedly an Earth Pony, though it isn't easy to say, just by her actions. I think I recall Apple Jack told me she helped her painting that particular wall. Not that Parties as an odd thing, maybe that is the odd thing with her. She knows anything at any time, particularly the things she shouldn't be able to know. Naturally, the stories about her feats are as many as the books in Twilights library, by what I have heard!” she blurted out.

“If she enjoys a good adventure, I could see her about it. There is bound to be more than enough to see, just around the village for a while. Maybe you could look at the back of her barn. I love the tea and talking to you. Though I would love to see what suit you would consider creating for me!” I responded.

“Since you are new here, I am certain you will have more than enough to explore for a good long while, then Pinkie Pie will insist on throwing you a party, any day now. It is simply the way she is. I am neither the Party or Adventure Pony, but I guess you could show me. What interests me the most, is what fashion they have, where you came from!” Rarity explained.

“I guess my old friends have more clothes than the combined group of Ponyville, from what I have seen, not to say I have all that many friends, but you Ponies rarely use clothes, from what I have seen this far. Being adventurous, I guess my suit could take this into account? Not to say I had no ponies as friends. They did not need clothes either, ofhourse!” I pondered.

Now Rarity poured herself a new cup of tea. Looking thoughtfully at me, probably thinking of what I had just told her.

“We live in Ponyville, a small village. In both Canterlot and Manehattan, Ponies does wear clothes. You don't live in a large city, but in a small village, by chance?” she then put forth.

“I rarely even see cities. I like adventures, adventures are not in cities, for all I care. I could have another cup of tea. It is surprisingly good!” I pondered.

“I could easily see as much. I will fill your cup for you, then I could as well take your measures in order for me to be able to make that suit for you?” Rarity pointed out.

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Author's Note

Rarity's POV

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I had been working on the order the new Pony had given me. Some of the items did come out as strange to me. On the other hoof, the Pony herself did look different from any Pony I had previously seen, including the Horses of Saddle Arabia.

Her dialect was off in all the most odd places, but she managed to explain what she was looking for. It hit me, she had seen Pinkie Pie earlier in the day. The only way to explain the large pile of bits she had in her saddle bags.

Knowing Pinkie Pie, she was bound to make something spectacular out of what she had bought for that many bits. I was curious, but I had work to do. My work is after all more important than the latest exploit of Pinkie Pie's.

Once I had finished her order I could have a break, I guess lunch isn't out of the question. In retrospect, her order had excited me, not just because she had a new order for me, but also what she had asked me to make for her.

I closed the shop before I left the boutique and trotted off to the Sugar-Cube Corner. The streets are not overly crowded, so I got there in reasonable time. Pinkie Pie had returned to the front of the store, as I opened the door.

“Hiya, Rarity!” she squealed in an overly enthusiastic greeting as I entered the shop, chimes merrily going off as I opened the door.

“Hi, Pinkie Pie. I need a dozen Muffins Apple, Vanilla and Cinnamon would go great with my teas!” I responded.

“I think I can dig up the required pastries for you, Rarity. I take it you have a very special customer over earlier today? I recognise the smile!” Pinkie pointed out in a more gleeful voice, beaming a wide grin at me.

“When you put it like that, I did. She sure is special. Just that her name reminded me of you in a different way, if you see what I mean?” I pondered.

“She is such a Honey. With her help, I will be able to wow my customers like never before. Fresh, delicious berries, when they are clearly out of season in all of Equestria. I may have paid more than the common price, but the pastries are going to pay me back both in smiles and bit, several times over!” Pinkie giggled.

“Yes, such a sweetie. Your pastries never go out of season, it is just hard to get the ingredients to bake them on most of the year, I know the feeling only too well. You can never pay for a genuine smile in bits or gems, more then you could buy a true friend!” I pointed out, truthfully.

Yes, she sure is. Just ponder how she managed to end up here, wouldn't you? That is what my customers would say, but I guess you are one of them, so you are free to tell me again? To me the only way to get a friend is to be one. I think you get smiles only if you can be the first to smile. If you are to go by my standards, maybe she is just as normal as any Pony would be?” Pinkie Pie suggested.

“Maybe you could ask Apple Jack, since it is where she came from when she got into town? From what she was wearing, she seems a more practical Pony on the one hoof, but she still cares about her looks enough to wear more stylish garments. Not just the hardy working Pony outfit. She did not sound like any Pony I ever heard or heard off before. I can't quite place her, she certainly doesn't sound anything like Apple Jack, a Manhatanite or any Pony from Canterlot, so she has to be originating from very far away. I would chance from outside Equestria too!” I suggested eagerly.

“With the berries she was carrying, I would agree, she certainly couldn't have gotten them from anywhere in Equestria and not at the season we have right now. Even if my folks were not working on a fruit orchard, I have managed to pick up enough of seasons here and from what I have heard Apple Jack mention from time to time!” she responded.

“I think both you and Apple Jack would be interested in where she came from, with the berries in mind!” I put forth.

“Every farmer would be interested in these berries, just for a different reason from mine. Since I don't grow my berries myself, I just use them in my baking. It is very convenient to have these berries out of season, you know. You may enjoy one of these Strawberry Muffins?” she rambled.

“Wait, you have strawberry Muffins at this time of the year? I guess I just have to have one right now!” I responded.

“Anything for my friends!” she declared as she pulled a Muffin out from under the counter where she had kept it hidden.

“Thanks Pinkie Pie, you certainly is the best friend a mare could have. If you still have them when I need more, I will ask you for a few!” I responded, before I lift the pastry to my mouth and curiously nibble at it and chew thoughtfully as I evaluate and enjoy the flavour of this one special Muffin I never had expected to have, today least of all.

“You're quite welcome. I hope the Muffin agrees with you. If I can get my hooves on more fresh berries by then, I will have enough for you to enjoy!” Pinkie responded.

“You have an eye and a muzzle for what you need in your pastries. This definitely is delicious. Thanks for letting me know you had them available, even when I had not specifically asked for it. You truly do know how to put a smile on the faces of all your friends and fellow Ponies. We certainly are fortunate to have you in our little village. Ponyville could never have been the same without you. I am most greteful for it!” I pronounced as I make a small break from the Muffin, before returning my full attention to the juicy treat, even as I knew Ponies were staring at me, although I guess I wasn't really bothered.

“I need to know everything there is to know about baking and performing entertainment is what I do. I have come to realise Ponyville never could have been what it is without me. It is flattering, I guess, I don't particularly mind it. I am just happy to see you smile, never really considered it any further, I would just take the fun out of what I do!” Pinkie pondered.

“I guess the analysis is for Twilight Sparkle. I am only too happy to leave the baking in your hooves, Pinkie Pie. Then I get more time over for creating my dresses and suits. Which leaves Apple Jack free to handle the farm, rather than making these hideous dresses she tried to do, that one awful day. Celestia knows that was a disastrous day!” I pondered as I enjoyed the last of the Muffin treat.

“I agree wholeheartedly, we leave the analysis to Twilight, I bake while you create the suits. I see the Muffin did agree with you, Rarity!” she concluded.

“Yes, it certainly did. I guess I had better go back to my boutique now, I'll see you soon enough!” I responded as I left her on my way back home.

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Author's Note

Honey Pie Pony's POV

The Entry: 1

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I had been feeling a bit lonely and unhappy, since no other ponies lives in Strawberry Land. I knew of the Ponies on the Ice-cream Isle, but this is still farther than I felt like going on this particular day. I love the ponies there, but now I wanted a new adventure, to go some-place new.

Strawberry had told me of a creek she referred to as the 'Magical Creek', she had been there on a summer when no rain came, until she asked for it, that is.

Now it is a very nice place, ever since. Trotting off along the green path, luscious trees lining the way, then I finally did get to the place I had been looking for, the creek. I knew I had found, what I'm looking for, since it isn't water in this creek, but a thick creamy Strawberry Milkshake, as it turned out. There could be no mistaking what I had found.

At least, I didn't need to ask, this just had to be the place. If it wasn't, at least I'm alone, so I wouldn't make a complete fool out of myself, when talking to a creek, even if it is a creek of Strawberry Milkshake.

“I wish there was a gate to a place with other ponies like myself behind the 'waterfall'!” I stated.

“Since it is a part of me, I guess I could try!” the creek responded.

“Thanks!” I replied.

I chose to act upon the idea, the gate actually was going to form inside of the waterfall, as I had wished. What was I going to lose, if it wasn't? So long as none saw me, I would be wet, and that would be the end of it.

I found what seems a fairly long cave inside of the waterfall, then I saw light on the other side. I slowly trotted towards it, eager to see what it was, and how the ponies on the other side would be. Friendly, hopefully, but they're ponies, so they would be bound to be nice. At least, it is how I imagined it.

As I came closer to the opening, I noticed that the main part of the light was separated in two sources of light from just slightly overhead. I just had no idea, as to how it had come to be.

Then it only takes me about a minute, before I spill out into the light of day, and there is a short patch of blond sand path from the mouth of the cage I had just exited. Looking back, the expression; 'Mouth of the Cave' made an entirely new meaning to me, since I could clearly see the mouth of a pink Pony, and her two eyes allowing light into the cave I had just come out of. How come there is a Pony painted on the wall of a barn, and why was the mouth of said Pony the entrance, or exit to the cave.