Maud Pie walked through a field that stood at the edge of Ponyville. “Rarity said it should be close to the middle of the field.” Maud blinked slowly. “She didn’t want to talk about it for some reason. Is she trying to lay claim to it by keeping it a secret from everypony?” mused Maud as she reached her destination. “It is rather magnificent,” she said as she stood in front of a large rock in the middle of the field. Maud slowly placed a front hoof onto the side of the rock and tapped it three times. “Yes, this is the rock that Rarity told us about.”
Maud removed her hoof from the rock and reached inside of her smock. Slowly, ever so slowly, she reached further into her smock until her hoof rubbed up against what it was seeking. “Boulder, I found a friend for you to visit while I run some errands in town.” Maud pulled her hoof from the pocket of her smock and held a small stone in front of her face. “I will return once I have completed my errands. Boulder, this is Tom, a friend of Rarity’s...at least I think it is a friend of hers. I’ll leave you two to get acquainted.”
Maud placed Bounder on top of Tom, nodded, and then turned around. She slowly walked out of the field and back towards Ponyville.
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A slight breeze blew through the field and over the two rocks.
I say, this is turning out to be quite the nice day today. My name is Tom, said Tom in rockspeak, the language shared by many of the rocks and minerals in Equestria.
It is a pleasure to meet you, Tom. My name is Boulder. said Boulder in rockspeak. You don’t seem to be from around here. If you don’t mind me asking, how did you get here?
Another breeze blew past Tom and Boulder as they sat in the field, as if a rock had just sighed...if a rock could sigh.
It is a sad tale, fair Boulder. I was once part of a wall in the old city up on top of the mountain. Many creatures would walk by and admire the stonework in our garden. Small ponies, medium-sized ponies, and also one large white pony enjoyed the walls in our garden.
Oh, my! I know of those walls in the city atop the mountain. I was carried through those gardens by my pony. You were part of their walls, Tom?
Indeed, I was. Those days were glorious days in the sun, rain, snow, and mostly any other type of weather. Everything was wonderful, until the Weird One escaped.
Oh, sweet schist! You were right there when all that happened, weren’t you?
Yes, I was there on the Day of Weirdness. Things were looking pretty bleak, until She showed up.
She? Who is She? asked Boulder.
She was the pony who pulled me from the wall. She was beautiful, and at first she loved me. She carried me around and didn’t want any other pony to get close to me. I was special to her, but towards the end of the Day of Weirdness things had changed. She rolled me into the field here, and I don’t see her much anymore. Oh well, ‘tis the life of a rock. I saw her with a pretty little gem the other day, but the joke’s on her. Not long afterwards I saw that gem around the neck of another pony.
The wind had been gradually increasing during the course of the conversation, and now it was blowing with a little strength. The sky began to grow darker as more and more rain clouds were put into place by the pegasi.
Well, said Boulder, her loss. She doesn’t know what she is missing. It is not often that a nice, strong, sizable rock such as yourself can accompany one of the ponies.
An earth pony ran by Tom and Boulder on the way back to Ponyville, and as the pony passed them, Boulder shifted slightly on top of Tom. The first drops of rain began to fall on the field, and gradually the rain increased.
Oh my! Tom, if you don’t mind me saying so, I just noticed how incredibly hard you are! And...are we both getting...wet?
Indubitably, my dear Boulder, I believe we are becoming...wet. And I must say, with you here with me, I am definitely feeling quite hard.
Oh, Tom!
Oh, Boulder!
Lightning flashed in the sky, followed by a loud thunderclap that vibrated everything nearby. Boulder slowly started to slide down the side of Tom.
Tom, you naughty rock you! Your mossy patch is just the right thickness. Boulder giggled as the slow descent over Tom’s side continued.
Ooooohhhhh, Boulder, that feels so good! Oh, Boulder, keep going, Boulder!
Boulder soon passed the mossy patch and began sliding over a rough place on the side of Tom. Thunder slowly rumbled as Boulder ground against the rough patch on the side of Tom.
Oh, Tom! Oh, yes oh yes oh yes!
Ooooohhhhhh! Boulderrrrrr!
Thunder rumbled loudly in the sky as Boulder ground over the last of Tom’s rough patch. Boulder reached the edge of Tom and then fell off of Tom’s side, and landed on the ground a few inches away. A very fine rock powder that contained bits and pieces of both Tom and Boulder slid off of Tom’s side and landed on the wet ground. The moisture of the newly fallen rain caused the powder to pull together, creating three small rock powder lumps that sunk into the moist earth.
Oh, Tom, you were wonderful!
Oh, my, Boulder! That was the best grinding I have ever had! If ever a rock were out of breath, Tom was at that moment.
The sound of hoofsteps grew louder as a Pony approached. “Oh, Boulder,” Maud said as she picked Boulder up with her hoof. “Didn’t we just have a talk about having safe specks?”
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“And that’s how baby rocks are born,” said Pinkie Pie as the lights turned on in the library. She hummed a happy tune as she turned off the movie projector and put the reel of film back in the case.
Three minutes of silence followed as the ponies in the library sat looking at Pinkie Pie with blank stares. Rainbow Dash was the first to recover. “Pinkie, what gives? I was told this would be an exciting movie night. That was...I don’t know what that was.”
“So you’re telling me that rocks spawn like fish?” asked Twilight. “And was it really necessary for you to do the voices?”
“Yepperooni and Yepperooni!” said Pinkie Pie. She reached into a small pouch on the table and pulled out a small stone. “This is one of the baby rocks. I just dug it up this morning to be transplanted out at the rock farm.”
“Pinkie, please tell me that you haven’t made any other ‘documentaries’ around Ponyville,” said Twilight.
“Well,” said Pinkie Pie, “I haven’t made any others around Ponyville…”
Twilight wiped her forehead with her hoof and sighed in relief.
“...But I did make a few in Ponyville…” said Pinkie Pie.
Author's Note
Written just for fun for Jake's Horse Word Extravaganza.
This is a work of fanfiction (unofficial stories that lovingly borrow characters/settings, written by a fan of the show) - please do not confuse this with the the show. This story takes place in a somewhat alternate universe.
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