//------------------------------// // Meanie Pinkie // Story: Reflections of the Past // by Phaoray //------------------------------// “Are you sure about this?” Meanie Pinkie asked, looking over the fields as a throng of Pinkie’s explored every rock and cranny. “Oh it’s no trouble at all, dear.” Cloudy Quartz responded. “It’ll be nice to see this old farm get a bit more lively.” She gave a tight smile before looking over to the window of the old farmhouse. Meanie looked that way but only caught the last part of a grey mare’s ear before it went out of sight. “Oh, don’t worry about Marble, she’s a little shy. But she’ll get used to everypony in time. You are family, after all.” Meanie Pinkie nodded. “Thank you, Miss Quartz. We’ll turn this rock farm into a rock plantation before you know it!” “Just call me Cloudy, dear. I’m just happy to have so many extra hooves. I feared Limestone would one day be here all alone. It’s nice to see that won’t be the case anymore. Well, if you’ll excuse me, I need to talk to Pa about the new construction, what with all those bits sent by that nice purple dragon.” Cloudy Quartz slowly walked back into the farmhouse, leaving Meanie Pinkie to herself. She breathed in the fresh air, happy that she no longer had to taste salt with each breath. Suddenly, her ears perked up, and she felt a sudden surge of rage tingle throughout her head. Wordlessly she ran over and behind the barn, quickly honing in on her target. “Hey!” Meanie Pie yelled at the purplish gray mare whose hoof was inches away from being broken. “Don’t touch Diane’s Dias!” Limestone Pie brought her hoof away from the dais and glared as yet another Pinkie came over to her, despite how clear she thought she made it that she wanted to be left alone earlier. Still, this Pinkie took her off guard a bit. The flat hair, the darker pink fur, this one was unique, especially the anger in her eyes and growl in her voice. Pinkie would never have looked at any of her sisters that way. Still, this was her farm, and she wasn’t about to be told what she could or couldn’t do. “Why shouldn’t I? It’s on my property.” Limestone said. “I couldn’t care less!” The Pinkie growled out, getting inches away from Limestone’s face. “Cloudy already promised nopony would touch it, so don’t!” “Hmph” Limestone leaned in, pressing her nose hard against the other mare, who wasn’t given an inch. “Well maybe I won’t if you can keep all those idiots out there from touching Holder’s Boulder!” “Hey! Don’t talk about my family like that! Only I get to call them idiots!” The Pinkie yelled back, sidestepping Limestone and almost causing her to fall over from the sudden lack of pressure. “What’s Holder’s Boulder anyways?” Limestone recovered from her misstep and pointed over to Holder’s Boulder leaning against the barn. It was just easier to hide it back here then to keep yelling at the Pinkie’s to stay away from it. The Pinkie stayed silent for a moment, looking it over before snorting and looking away. “Well, it’s really cool. No wonder you want to keep it to yourself.” Limestone’s eyes widened a little. She brought a hoof up and rubbed at one of her cheeks, not used to them being by anything but anger. “Yeah, well you're dais is really nice looking.” “Oh, um, thanks.” The Pinkie said, shuffling one of her hooves in the dirt. “So, you got a name?” Limestone asked. “Yeah, Meanie Pin-Pie. Meanie Pie.” “Hah!” Limestone cackled throatily. “You guys have the craziest names. Mine’s Limestone.” “Oh, cool.” Meanie looked around a little, apparently making sure the coast was clear of anypony else. “So,” she asked as casually as she could. “Wanna check out my dais?” “Dunno, you wanna check out my boulder?” “I’d love to.”