Aborted Romance

Apple Bloom panted as she trotted up the hill, a heavy basket of apples weighing down her back. As she did so, she looked to her lift to see a bouncy Pinkie Pie, not at all sweating or tired from all the work. Oh, how Apple Bloom wished she could be like that.

She dumped the basket of apples with the others and looked towards Pinkie. “Thanks for your help. When ah heard that Applejack had to head out to see her sick cousin, ah didn’t think we’d have many apples this harvest season!”

“No problemo!” Pinkie cheered.

“Alright. Now just gotta feed Winona, and start making that apple pie Granny wants!” Apple Bloom said, turning to head off. As she did so, her hoof accidentally knocked over one of the apple baskets, and the apples spilled out and rolled down the nearby hill.

“Oh horsefeathers!” Apple Bloom cried, racing out after them. “Ah knew we should’ve put them closer to the house!”

Pinkie Pie laughed and bounced down after her. “This is fun!”

“Fun? Ahm about to lose all the apples!” Apple Bloom watched in alarm as some of the apples splatted onto the trees below, but barely had time to do anything when she tripped over her own tail and started rolling down the hill herself. She screamed, and closed her eyes for whatever impact, but when she stopped, she felt only a fluffy...pink tail.

“Watch your tails there Apple Bloom!” Pinkie said, before giggling. “Heheh, watch your tails. Hahahaha!” She fell over onto the ground in laughter.

“Uh, heheh,” Apple Bloom said, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. “Thanks, Pinkie.”

“No problem!” Pinkie Pie said. “Now, what was that about Apple pie?”

“Right!” Apple Bloom said, climbing back the hill. “Gotta find Winona first.” She looked around, calling out his name.

Pinkie Pie raced ahead towards the house. “Tell you what. You handle the dog, and I’ll start with the pie. Don’t worry, I’ll save you the best part; decorating!”

Apple Bloom smiled and continued searching.

“Right! All that’s left to do is use the leftover pastry to decorate it, then it’s into the oven!” Pinkie cheered.

“Ah’ve never thought of that before. We normally either eat or throw out the rest of the pastry.”