Well, one could argue that Lemon Sweets was an average pony. And today that rule rule seemed to hold true. It did not seem to soon have a truck back up on it, ending it and every thing good old lemon held near. She walked pass sugar cube corner on her way to her lemon stand. The, well, sugary aromas filled her lungs with the love it surely took to create the culprits of the sent. A yellow stallion could be seen chasing after a certain small, yellow pegasus. Lemon took a load off behind her stand in the market place, a small wooden thing with a picture of two lemons leaning against each other. The market place seemed to be in a bustle as ponies moved from here to there getting this and that and the other thing, to make this that or the other thing. Lemon Sweets, the dainty but out spoken pony sat behind her stand, the yellow lemons depicted in the picture an exact copy of her cutie mark, save the pile of sugar in-between the yellow fruit. The mare was a shade of yellow that also matched the sign and was complimented with a pink mane... the mare, not the sing of course.
Lemon had just moved from the snooty town of Canterlot because, well, everypony was snooty. This was her first day her and nopony seemed to notice. The pink mare had lived in Canterlot all of her life, but she loved one thing, what the ponies there would call common fair food she had taken to calling lemons. So the lemon mare packed and took a big leap of faith of starting a new in ponyville. The mare figured somepony would get a craving for a delectable lemon sometime or another. Besides, the lemon market in Canterlot was surprisingly more like the black market for unicorn horns than for fruit. All of her customers forced her to make only house calls, were a brown cloak, and never refer to them by name. Even though the pay was garbage, she still could afford her small home in the outskirts of the town. But even so, her mother practically paid for all the fees of teleporting her everything to ponyville save sweet's actual home.
The Lemon pony shook those thoughts away as she turned the closed sing around to make it an open sign. She waited for her first customer... and waited... and waited... She decided to use the waiting to start a book she picked up form the castle that doubled as a library. She started the book... and finished it... and waited. Then she looked at her neighbor. "Hey, I'm not getting any biters, any tips?" the stallion looked back at her and said in a raspy voice, "Your aint getting any biters cause' you don't have a name in this town. Usually you would meet them at the party, but I bet Pinkie just can't keep up with new ponies all the time." Even though Lemon thought the party part to be confusing, she thought this advise to be very convenient non the less and thanked the man before closing up shop. She decided to go to the store she passed on her way to work. Sugar cube corner still had the sweet sent that she wish she could marry. The bakery had the look of a giant cake, which made Lemons mouth water harder as she walked into the bakery and greeted the blue mare behind the counter.
"Hi," Lemon said to the pony "Oh, hey honey, I'll get to you lickedy-split, just one second." The yellow mare waited for the blue mare to finish putting some sweets away. When she looked up from her boxes the mare noticed Lemon. "OH! Hi, I'm Mrs. Cake, I'm sorry to give you such a rude first impression!" Mrs. Cake looked around the shop awkwardly before picking a cake off of the counter. "Here take this, honey, I guess you haven't met Pinkie yet? That's strange, honey, because usually pinkie throws a bi-" Before Mrs. Cake could finish her thought, a pink mare came bouncing down the stairs, took a full thee second gasp while floating in the air and ran upstairs in a blur. Mrs. Cake turned back to Mrs. Sweets "That would be Pinkie..." And thus the truck started to beep a warning.
Lemon took the cake and thanked the blue mare before exiting the shop, leaving the smells behind her save the cake. She took the cobblestone path back to her house, saying hi to everypony she met, all doing a double take and saying something about Pinkie and a party. Lemon just made the conversations short and trotted on home, she just wanted to get some rest in her new house. When she got there the earth pony pulled a key from a fake plastic rock and pushed it into the keyhole, closed the door behind her and sat on the couch. She thought it would be a good idea to give away free samples. She picked out the deformed lemons she could spare into a create. finally she decided to eat dinner and call it a night. Opening the cake, she picked out a slice, ate it, and went upstairs to finally go to sleep.
The next morning, Lemon took the lemons with her and sat on her flank and waited for ponies to her free things and want them. Wheb she saw nopony was there, she chalked it up to be because she was early. Just when she realized that the pebbles she was sitting on were very uncomfortable, a cannon shot conffeti in her face. Lemon swears she jumped as high as a low fling pegasus, but in reality only jumped a foot, a small feat for an earth pony. When she landed, she found that the conffeti was stuck to her coat and mane with cake batter and ice cream. "HI ya!" yelled the pinkie earth pony from yesterday. "I'm sosososososososoooooooooooo sorry I didn't give you a welcome party with my welcome wagon, so I made you a biiiiiiiiiig party in the center of town!" With that, she somehow shoved the party cannon in her mane and half lead, half dragged poor old Lemon across ponyville to a fountain with a statue of a pony in it.
"WELCOME TO PONYVILLE!!!" Everypony screamed, blowing the lemon mare's hair back in a frizzy heap. The pony that Lemon gathered from yesterday was named Pinkie. "My names Pinkie Pie!" squealed the pony, confirming her belief. Then Mrs. Pie drug sweets at break neck pace across the party naming everypony in thirty seconds in a completely random order. Then, showing off the last of the ponies in the town, the party pony yelled "And these are my bestest bestest friends! Not say the other ponies aren't my bestest bestest friends, it's just that together, us six fillies are the elements of harmony!
"We stopped a bad Mare called Nightmare Moon, than a bad draconequus named Discord, than a centaur who goes by Tirek. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAnd finaly, A bad filly with the name Starlight Glimmer, but Twilight here lead us through it all with friendship!" said the pink mare, making an air rainbow with her hooves that surprisingly filled with an actual rainbow. Lemon just sat there, her mind violated by the fact she just went faster than light, stopped abruptly, and speed up again repeatedly... she was going to need therapy.
Well, now that she had everypony's name tattooed to her psyche with the power of ptsd, she was getting to know everpony and was fitting in quite nicely. Than she laughed at all the fun she was having and how yesterday she felt like an outcast. She asked Pinkie if she would like to come to her house to hang out after the party. Nopony else could come due to prior commitments, but that was okay because Lemon wanted to get to thank Pinkie personally for the party. Than a remote with a big red button fell from the sky, bonking Lemon on the head. "Ow!" She blurted in surprise. The remote was just a rectangular prism with a big red button on it that said easy. Both mares looking down decided to press it because it's not like you aren't going to press a big red button. With that, the button said "That was easy," in a stallions voice and Lemon and Pinkie felt there atoms being taken apart one by one as is normal with inter dimensional travel. The truck is now upon Lemon.