Story I:
The Three Pony Sisters Pie
Once upon a time, there were three pony sisters named Pie, who lived together on a rock farm. Their full names were Marble Pie, Limestone Pie, and Pinkie Pie (that's me!). The three sisters loved each other very much, and did almost everything together. If it wasn't for the love they had for each other, life on the rock farm would've been very dull indeed. I mean, it already was kinda dull, but I'm talking super dull. Like Being Forced To Watch Paint Dry kinda dull. That was not the rock farm, thank goodness. And it's all thanks to my sisters!
Anywhoodle, although there wasn't a lot of fun to be had on the rock farm (there were only rocks there, and they're not much fun to play with), the sisters were allowed to go to a meadow to play after they had finished their chores. It was a fun meadow, with lots of dandelions to scatter in the wind and so much beautiful wildlife that Fluttershy would have a field day making all sorts of new friends! Unless it was like that time we all went to the Grand Galloping Gala and she didn't make any friends at all for some reason. Never understood that. Anyway, the point is the meadow was fun, and Pinkie Pie would throw a We Finished Our Chores So Let's Have Fun party there whenever she could. Marble and Limestone liked Pinkie's parties very much. Much more than their parents did, actually. Then again, my dad always said there was a time and a place for everything. He still liked the parties I put together for holidays and birthdays, after all.
Now, to get to the meadow, the Pie sisters had to go through an underground tunnel which was reserved for when there was a surface-rock shortage (it's a lot of complicated rock farm stuff, and I'm not the right pony to ask about it. Besides, it's boring). But one day, the tunnel was taken over by a ferocious Diamond Dog who snuck under all of our noses. Diamond Dogs are sneaky like that. Dad says they're common pests on rock farms, but I never saw one until my friend Rarity was ponynapped that one time (that wasn't fun). I guess it's because they spend all their time underground, and I don't go underground all that much. Ah well.
So on this fine day, Marble finished her chores early, and decided to go to the meadow. Through the tunnel she went; clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop went her hooves. But just when she was halfway through, the Diamond Dog leapt from the shadows!
"Who's that tiptoeing through my tunnel?!" the Diamond Dog barked.
Marble yelped and shivered. "I-it's me, the Marble Pony Sister Pie," she whimpered. She then tilted her head. "Wait, what?"
What what?
"'The Marble Pony Sister Pie?' Why would I call myself that?"
Well, that's how the name's presented here.
"Huh? Here where?"
Sorry, Marble. I dunno how to explain it. It's nothing to worry about, anyway.
"I-if you say so," said Marble, turning back to the Diamond Dog. "A-anyway, that's who I am."
"So, you're one of those rock-finding ponies," said the Diamond Dog with a gleam in his eye. "Maybe I should enslave you and make you hunt for pretty gems!"
"Wh-what?" Marble squeaked, shaking like a leaf. "I-I don't wanna do that!"
"Too bad!" the Diamond Dog snapped. "You're going to be my workhorse!"
"Oh, but then my family would get worried about me," said Marble. The very thought caused her eyes to water. "I love them very much, Mr. Diamond Dog. So please, don't enslave me. Don't you have a family?"
"I have a pack. Does that count?" asked the Diamond Dog.
Marble blinked. "You do? Then, where are the other Diamond Dogs?"
"I dunno. Hunting or something, I guess," said the Diamond Dog with a shrug. "Diamond Dogs hunt for gems, y'know."
"Why?" asked Marble.
"Because they're pretty," said the Diamond Dog.
"That's the only reason?"
"I, guess?"
"Well, that's dumb."
"Look, I wouldn't be a Diamond Dog if I didn't hunt for diamonds!"
"But you just said you weren't picky about what gems you hunt for. Wouldn't that make you a Gem Dog?"
"No, that wouldn't... I never said that... Why are you...? Rrough!"
The Diamond Dog let loose a roar of frustration before turning to Marble.
"You know what? Forget it," he growled. "Workhorses shouldn't cry or ask so many stupid questions. I'll just enslave one of your sisters. They're probably twice the workhorse you'll ever be."
"P-please don't," said Marble meekly. "They mean a lot to me, and I'd be devastated if anything ever happened to them."
"Yeah, I don't care," said the Diamond Dog gruffly (wow, what a meanie-pants, amiright?). "Just get out of my sight and go play in your stupid meadow."
"Th-thank you," said Marble with a bow. And with that, she meekly tiptoed out of the tunnel.
***
Later that afternoon, Limestone finished her chores. So, she decided to go join Marble in the meadow while Pinkie finished up and prepared for the We Finished Our Chores So Let's Have Fun party she would throw when she got to the meadow herself. Through the tunnel Limestone went; clippity-clop, clippity-clop, clippity-clop went her hooves. Just when she was halfway through, the Diamond Dog jumped out.
"Who's that trotting through my tunnel?!" the Diamond Dog barked.
"Oh, hello. Limestone Pie's the name," said Limestone, because the real Limestone would probably get really mad at me if I made her call herself "The Limestone Pony Sister Pie." Limestone then looked up at the ceiling. "Huh? Who said that?"
I did.
"Who are you and why do you sound like Pinkie?"
You silly-filly! I am Pinkie! Hi, Key Lime!
"Ugh, Pinkie~. You know I hate that nickname."
Why? I think it's cute. Nana Pinkie called you that all the time when you were little.
"Why do you think I hate it? And besides, aren't you supposed to be back at the house doing chores?"
Oh, I am. But at the same time, I'm narrating this story.
"What?"
It's kinda hard to explain. Just roll with it, 'kay?
"Alright, fine. Whatever. I should probably know better than to try and get a straight answer out of you, anyway," said Limestone, rolling her eyes. For the record, that comment was uncalled for, but I'll let it slide 'cause she's my sister and I know she doesn't really mean it.
"I've been waiting for you," said the Diamond Dog, leering at Limestone with hungry eyes. "I'm gonna enslave you and make you my workhorse!"
"Oh, you can't enslave me," said Limestone.
"And why not?" asked the Diamond Dog.
"It says so right here," said Limestone, pulling out a large scroll. When she unfurled it, it rolled out the length of the tunnel.
"What's that?" said the Diamond Dog.
"Oh this? This is a contract I signed with my parents when I started working on the rock farm," said Limestone. "If you violate it, they'll sue your vest off."
"That so?" said the Diamond Dog. "Well, where does it say I can't enslave you?"
"Hang on, let me find it," said Limestone, looking through the long document. "Hmm. Uh... Actually, I don't have time for this. You find it."
She then gave it to the Diamond Dog and pranced off. The Diamond Dog looked through the scroll, only to find that it was nothing but gibberish.
"Must be some kind of code," he mused, reading through the scroll. "Would've helped if she gave me some sort of guide or something. I wonder where..."
He trailed off when an idea struck him. "Wait a minute! Why do I care about what this stupid piece of paper says?!"
He then dropped the scroll and ran after Limestone. In an instant, he was in front of her and pressing his nose against hers.
"Say, are you trying to pull a fast one on me?!" he snarled.
Limestone smirked. "Well, uh, confidentially..." She then looked both ways and leaned in close, as if to tell the Diamond Dog a secret. "I just did. And you know what else?"
"What?"
"You have a very slappable face."
To demonstrate her point, she slapped the Diamond Dog a few times and ran off. The Diamond Dog roared in frustration.
"That tears it!" he bellowed. "I'm going to enslave your sister! She's three times the workhorse you'll ever be!"
"I wouldn't recommend that~," Limestone hollered back.
However, the Diamond Dog didn't give two figs about what Limestone recommended. That's because he didn't have two figs to give. If he did, maybe Limestone could've had a little snack on her way to the meadow. Silly Diamond Dog.
***
Finally, Pinkie Pie was done with her chores. And what better way to celebrate a job well done than to go play in the meadow with her sisters? I know I can't think of anything better! So off she went; boingy boingy boingy boingy boingy boingy went her hooves. She was so excited about playing with her sisters, that she laughed and giggled all the while.
"Who's that bouncing and giggling in my tunnel?!" the Diamond Dog roared as he sprang from the shadows.
"It is I, the Pinkie Pony Sister Pie!" Pinkie Pie proclaimed. And because she's me, she had no problem with saying that. I like being me. I can't picture myself being anypony else. Well, except maybe Chancellor Puddinghead, but you two will learn about that when you're older.
"Ah-ha! I've been waiting for you!" said the Diamond Dog. "I'm gonna make you my workhorse!"
"Hold that thought," said Pinkie Pie. She then reached behind her, pulled out her Party Cannon, and fired it right in front of the Diamond Dog. The Diamond Dog crashed through the ceiling and went flying up, up, up into the sky above!
"I tried to warn him," said Limestone with a shrug as Pinkie emerged from the tunnel. And with that, the Three Pony Sisters Pie had the best We Finished Our Chores So Let's Have Fun party ever! Or, at least until the next one.