"Antiequestria, hmph!" Applejack muttered to herself as she stomped down the alien path. At least the layout of Antiponyville was just like Ponyville, if mirrored. Applejack only figured out that she should be walking the opposite way to her farm after she had walked the opposite direction quite a ways. "When ah get my hooves on that no good donkey-snake Discord..." she continued to mutter.
Suddenly, a thought struck her. If this truly was an Anti version of Equestria, then shouldn't there be an Antidiscord? Maybe Applejack could find him and he could send her home.
Before she could develop this idea further, she rounded the last corner to her farm, if in the opposite direction.
What she saw made her heart stop for a moment.
She gritted her teeth, "Where th' buck is mah farm?!" she shouted. Right where her barn should have been standing was just an empty meadow. And all the trees-
The trees-
Oh Celestia.
Pears.
Applejack's left eye twitched, and she promptly spun on her hooves and bucked the nearest tree so hard she cracked the trunk in two.
"Wh-whoa!!" squeaked a voice from in the tree. With the shock of Applejack's buck, a pony- Antipony - who had been napping in the tree was jarred awake and thrown down onto the scarlet grass.
"Whuh?" Applejack said confusedly. The Antipony was a scrawny looking stallion. His fur was a light cyan, and his mane was a short messy mop of light purplish-pink. He fell right on his rump and rolled over, groaning in pain.
Applejack paid no attention to that fact that this was an alien pony that she was meeting for the first time, and instead walked over and scooped the antipony up, holding his tiny frame aloft. "Where. Is. Mah farm." she demanded.
The antipony pawed weakly at her grasp, "Whad arr yoo tawking abowt?" he asked in a thick Manehattan accent. "There's neve' been a fawrm hea! I should know, I live hea!"
"And who are you?" Applejack demanded, giving the antipony a shake.
The stallion grunted, "M' name's Antiapplejack. Now let gow of me!"
Applejack's eyes widened in horror.
Oh, the absolute horror.
She threw Antiapplejack down again, and he got to his hooves slowly, muttering to himself, "I know I'm uh-track-tive, but da broads need to calm down!"
Appejack squinted hard at Antiapplejack. "So yer the opposite of me?" she questioned.
"I don't know what ya mean, broad. Naow would yoo get offa my land?" he said, rubbing his sore shoulders from where Applejack had lifted him.
Applejack wrapped a hoof around Antiapplejack's head and brought him close, staring daggers at him, "Th' name's Applejack. Not 'broad'."
"Oh," Antiapplejack responded, "We got th' sayme nayme, then."
"No, we ain't." Applejack corrected, releasing him. "Ah'm th' original Applejack. You're the Anti-me."
"Well, who's to say yer not th' Anti-me?" Antiapplejack questioned. "No matter thad, whad arr yoo doin' hea, anyhouw?"
Applejack stared more daggers into Antiapplejack, "Ah'm here to teach ya' the magic of friendship."
Antiapplejack looked at her. "Um. Awright."
Applejack suddenly noticed Antiapplejack's figure, "Hang on, now," she said, "If yer the Anti me, why are ya still an earth pony?"
Antiapplejack looked down at his lanky frame, "I'm nawt an earth pony, I'm an Antiearth pony." he corrected, "Where've yoo been livin'?"
"What in Equ- Antiquestria is an Antiearth pony?" Applejack asked in confusion.
Antiapplejack seemed weirded out by Applejack's ignorance, "t's a type of pohny, 'guess. We aren't t' strawngest, but we're the smawrtest. 'Nd the smallest, too." He explained. "Naow what t' buck didja say abowt friendship or whateva?"
"Hang on," Applejack gestured, "Where's ya house?" she questioned.
"Howse?" Antiapplejacke repeated, turning this way and that, "Don't got one. I sleep in t' trees," he said, demonstrating this by promptly leaping quickly several feet into the air, landing deftly on the branch of a nearby pear tree. "Like 'em better t'n a bed, anyhow." he called down.
"Ya can fly?" Applejack shouted, spooked by Antiapplejack's sudden leap high into the air.
"Whad? Naw," Antiapplejack corrected, "J's jump real high. Whad, can't yoo do this?"
"No, ah can't!" Applejack repeated obviously. "Git back down here!"
Antiapplejack shrugged and hopped down onto the scarlet grass again, "I've neva seen an antipony like yoo befour," he observed, "Yer real...beefy."
Applejack took a threatening step forward, "'Nd what's that supposed ta mean?"
"I didn't mean anythin' buy it!" Antiapplejack said quickly, holding up a hoof innocently, "J's...yer real strawng, too. Yoo hurt my shouldeh's." He explained, rubbing his shoulders to punctuate.
"Ah didn't hurt ya. Yer just a wimp," Applejack explained bluntly. But it was true, Applejack could see that she was a lot...thicker than Antiapplejack. She would've mistaken him for a pegasus, but he clearly lacked wings. Antiequestria was already shaping up to be a very strange place.
It was almost like the opposite of her home or something.
Applejack shrugged and forcibly grabbed Antiapplejack's hoof, leading him away, "C'mon. Ah'm gonna teach ya the magic of friendship so ah can get back home and sock Discord in the face."
"I like a rough broad," Antiapplejack flirted.
He promptly received a slap across the face.
"Rough enough?" Applejack asked sweetly.