Chapter 32
Onyx Versus a Pie
“...And then, darling, you should have seen it; her dress was yellow AND pink! How a couturière could even think about making a dress like that … it’s just awful. Would you like more tea?”
Onyx accepted the offer; his cup of tea had been empty since she started talking about all the differences between fashion in Ponyville and Canterlot.
“Damm this is so boring … it’s not that I don’t care but … what am I saying. I DON’T CARE AT ALL!”
“So, darling, of course you know the fabulous Prince Blueblood?” asked Rarity with stars in her eyes at the thought of her idol.
“Blueblood … yeah I know him, he’s my cousin … so it’s not really of a surprise that we know each other.”
“And what’s he like; is his mane is as fabulous as they say? What about his voice, I’ve read that his voice is so deep and sensual that it even attracts some stallions.”
“Oooh … I’m sorry, Rarity, but look at the time; if we don’t go now, we’ll never get to Applejack’s,” said Twilight before Onyx could answer.
“Oh … well I do hope you come see me again, Onyx; I have so many questions about him.”
Twilight and Onyx said their goodbyes to the white unicorn and made their way to Sweet Apple Acres.
“Thanks for getting getting me out of there; she’s not as bad as the higher class ponies in Canterlot, but still … I’ve alway got difficulty to talk with those types of ponies. And what the hay was all that about Blueblood’s voice being deep enough to charm stallions ... who writes this!”
“Oh, it’s nothing Onyx. Now if you don’t mind, I want you to meet Applejack; she’s totally unlike Rarity.”
“If she doesn’t talk about dresses, I’m fine with it.”
After a few minutes of walking, they started down the road to the Apple family home. Once they reached the door, Twilight knocked and Applejack came to answer them.
“Howdy Twilight, what can Ah do to help you?” asked the orange pony with a heavy southern Equestrian accent.
“I just wanted to introduce you to my dear friend; I hope I’m not disturbing anything important.”
“Not at all, sugarcube; in fact, we were jus’ about to eat a late dinner, and Ah’m sure that we have enough food fer both of you.”
Onyx and Twilight followed the orange mare into the dining room where the Apple family was seated around the table. Applebloom, too busy drawing a map of Ponyville, didn’t notice the Prince walking in, and Big Mac and Granny Smith didn’t really react and just happily prepared two more places at the table for their guests.
“Prince Onyx, would you like some—”
“Just Onyx, will be fine; I’m not the type to care about all that ‘royalty’ stuff, y’know?”
Applejack introduced each member of the family to Onyx; the kind apple farmers welcomed him as if he were one of their own, with a happy, relaxed atmosphere as Onyx took a seat between Big Mac and Twilight. When everypony was at the table, they gave thanks for their meal which consisted of apple salad, apple sauces, grilled apples, apple fritters, and apple dumplings; all washed down with apple juice and cider. Unfortunately for him, Onyx had never really cared for apples, but would be polite and eat what he was given. The atmosphere in the room was something that Onyx rarely had the chance to feel—being around the table, eating a relaxing, home-cooked meal with friends and family... In Canterlot the food was great, but they always felt like something was missing. Maybe it was because Celestia was sometimes too busy with the kingdom to eat with her family, or the food was too fancy for his tastes, or the all the stuffy aristocrats... When they were finished, Granny Smith took all the plates and set on the table a big apple pie and began serving a slice to everypony in the room.
When it came turn for Onyx to receive a slice, he politely declined, “Sorry, but I’m full; the apple salad was wonderful, and I don’t think I could eat another more bite.”
The old mare, ignoring his request, just put the slice on a plate and put it in front of Onyx saying, “Oh nonsense dearie, anypony can find some room fer this here good ol’ pie o’ mine.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t. I’m very full, and I don’t really love apple pie—”
All of the Apples froze after hearing what the prince said; they were looking at him like he just said that he sold their farm.
The lime-green Apple matriarch broke the silence. “What did you jus’ say? Ah’m not sure if Ah misheard you, but did you say you don’t my apple pie.”
“...Well it’s not that I don’t like your apple pie ... I just don’t like apple pie in general.”
“And why’s that?! Our apple pie ain’t classy enough fer your tongue, or is jus’ that you want to show your superiority by throwing our food away like some sorta garbage?” Applejack glared.
“Superiority ... wait, what? No, I just don’t want to—”
“How dare you to hurt our family like that, coming in our house and showing disrespect to mah granny an’ sisters like that,” said the large, red Clydesdale stallion.
“Why would you that to us?” pleaded the filly with heart-stopping puppy dog eyes.
“But ... but ... Twillight, please help me.”
It was at that time that Onyx turned to see Twilight laughing her flank off, then suddenly the apple farmers laughed with her.
“Wait, what?” Twilight was answered him first.
“Onyx, they aren’t really angry; Applejack and I played a prank on you.”
Onyx face-palmed, he should have known that Twilight would tell her friend that he didn’t like apples.
“Don’t you worry sugarcube, we ain’t a bunch of flankhurt crazies.”
“Are you angry mister Prince?” asked the adorable, little filly.
“Angry, me? No my little pony, I thought it was pretty funny,” said the prince, sharing a laugh with everypony.
Chrysalis was finishing her meal, watching the Prince and his purple friend as they walked down the street in the middle of Ponyville via the patio of a restaurant. The food in her mouth tasted like ash on her changeling tongue and she was scrounging off of the scraps of love from couples in the restaurant; she was starving for a proper meal, but she couldn’t take the risk of being discovered just because she was hungry. She finally found a way get the Prince all alone; all that she needed was him to fall asleep. Tonight, the Prince would be out of her way, whether he ended up being her ally or a source of food.