Thanks to bigMAREmac for the inspiration!
Life on a farm really wasn't all that fun. Life on a rock farm? Ponies didn't even know what fun was. From the moment the first rays of sunrise cracked across the sky to the moment that the last bit of light disappeared across the horizon, there was work to be done. Always something to be moved, or broken, or shattered. Three ponies were out in the rock quarry, two of them a dull grey color, the third a dull shade of pink. The ground was dry and cracked, a recent drought had done away with most of what little vegetation managed to grow here.
"Pinkamena!" The darker grey pony barked. "You're falling behind again, try to keep up, won't you? There's still a lot of work to do before sunset. Don't make me tell Father you've been slacking off again." Their parents were out at the moment, away at BoulderCon in Coltorado.
The young pink pony had been feeling increasingly isolated lately, and sighed with annoyance. "I've asked you to call me Pinkie, and all we ever do is work. Can we have fun once in a while, Inkie?"
Inkie blinked. "Fun? What is fun?"
"You know! It's like... the opposite of work." Pinkie honestly didn't know how to explain the concept of 'fun', it was something strange, a weird concept to her family, a weird concept even to her. But she wanted desperately to know more about it.
Inkie shook her head. "Doesn't sound like my thing. Come on, Pinkie. Be serious."
The pink pony looked hopefully at her other sister. An equally dull colored pony with a lighter mane. "Blinkie? What about you? Do you want-"
"I'm busy, Pinkie. Stop fooling around. Anything we don't get done today, we'll have to do tomorrow. Get back to work."
Pinkie sighed, hanging her head and trudging reluctantly towards her two sisters. So engrossed she was in her reluctance to work that she didn't notice where she was going until it was too late. Pinkie's hoof touched down on a large crack, and she screamed loudly and jumped backwards.
Inkie and Blinkie stared at her in confusion. "What's the matter with you?"
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!" Pinkie cried, and the ground began to rumble and shake. Inkie and Blinkie took off in fear.
"Earthquake! Earthquake! Get inside, Pinkie! Now!"
Pinkie remained where she was, legs shaking. The ground strained and split apart, an enormous fissure opening up between her front legs. For a brief, terrifying moment, Pinkie's legs began to stretch apart, until she regained her composure and made a jump to the side. The crack widened and deepened, glowing molten rock slowly beginning to seep out from the ground. It flowed towards Pinkie, who made a run for the house. A savage pillar of fire burst out of the ground just in front of her, and she dove to the right.
Another pillar of fire burst a few inches away, and Pinkie dove towards the left. The ground was breaking apart faster than she could run, and the filly made a dramatic leap towards the front porch, hind hooves briefly scrabbling at the porch while hanging before he pulled herself up and dashed into the house.
Inkie and Blinkie were nowhere to be seen, and the house was quickly being consumed by the deteriorating landscape. Molten rock consumed the ground and flowed in underneath the doors. Thinking quickly, Pinkie leaped onto a nearby coffee table, then onto the couch.
"Don't touch the floor... don't touch the floor..." she muttered to herself. "Inkie! Blinkie!" She called. "Where are you?"
There was no answer. The route to the front door was sealed off, but perhaps she could make her way to the kitchen. Grabbing a sofa cushion in her teeth, Pinkie leaped to the edge of the couch and onto another table. The route to the kitchen was rapidly being dissolved by the glowing river of death.
"Shoot!" Pinkie exclaimed through the cushion. She flung the cushion into the hallway, then immediately leaped upon it. As the cushion caught fire and began to melt, Pinkie jumped yet again, this time onto the counter in the kitchen. The door was so close!
"I can make it... I can totally make it! It's just... just..." She wrinkled her nose. "A little space, then a little space, then a longer space... oh! Oh! I know! A hop, skip and a jump!"
Pinkie hopped over the stove onto the other side of the counter, the river of molten rock filling in the floor. She skipped across the sink towards the door, only a single leap away now from the back door. Pinkie scrunched her legs and jumped with all her might, hooves outstretched towards the door handle.
But it wasn't enough. She had misjudged the distance, and it would mean her untimely demise!
"No..." Pinkie whispered, her jump falling short, and fell into the flowing magma a few inches from the door in a burst of streamers.
Inkie and Blinkie entered through the back door, looking at their very odd sister twitching and writhing on the floor of the kitchen. They exchanged a glance of concern, a look they had shared many times before.
"Pinkie, get up."
Pinkie stood.
"What are you doing?"
"Trying not to touch the floor! The magma is everywhere!"
Inkie and Blinkie looked around, there was no sign of magma anywhere. But the living room and kitchen was a mess.
"Why are the cushions on the floor?"
"I had to escape the magma, duh!"
"Get back to work, Pinkie." They chorused together.
"You guys are no fun..." Pinkie sighed, and returned to the rock quarry through the open door.