Cheating the Cycle of Life- A Padded Pony Collab

Apple Bloom’s pacifier slipped from her mouth as her jaw fell. The slightly wet plastic and rubber object swung from the cord around her neck. Her eyes widened slightly, as she took a small step back. She stared at her four and a half year old cousin, Peach Cobbler. The filly had a coat the color of sweet cream, and a mane the color of a ripe, juicy peach. Each movement of Apple Bloom caused her pull-up to crinkle audibly. It wasn’t extraordinarily loud, but, to the filly, it was like a six-barrel cannon being fired in repetition.

“Apple Bwoom?” Peach asked, blinking. She was confused at the sight before her, “Why you wearing my twaining pants?” She took a step forward, her hooves clopping against the polished oak floor. “I thought yous used da potty.” She asked. She reached out a hoof to her eleven year old cousin.

“I-I, uh, ya see..” Apple Bloom stammered. She was sweating bullets, as she swallowed. She glanced between her cousin, and the open door “Um, Ah,” She blinked. She quickly grabbed her supplies. “Ah’m gonna go look for mah Cutie Mark Cobbler!” Crinkling, she scrambled out of the room. This left her young cousin confused, and alone in the room.

Apple Bloom kept on galloping, her hooves pounding against the wood of the house, before it gave away to freshly cut grass. She ran until she collapsed, out of breath, at her cousin Bab’s summer home, where she and her parents, the Oranges, were staying on holiday.

The door slowly opened, as a shadow fell over the filly, “Apple Bloom?”