Granny Pie,
Sure feels funny bein’ called Granny, don’t it, Granny? Same here, sugar. Now things’ve come full circle, and we gotta make sure the young’uns don’t get their lives all muckity-mucked up like we did. These here pills don’t do much for my arthritis, meanin’ I ain’t got all year, hon, so I’ll get right to it.
Some things run in the family, right? Our men run off and got they selves killed, deader’n a swamp tree after a lightnin’ strike. Old Bismarck Baldwin Apple was a looker for dang certain, tough as nails and built like a granite outhouse. Dumber’n one too, but I weren’t picky in them days. There weren’t nothin’ here but woods and rocks far as the eye could see. I needed a strong, tall stallion to get the farm started, and sweet Celestia did I find a good’un! Hard worker but no time for me nor for our kids. You didn’t do so bad yourself there, filly. That Marsh Tacky stallion o’ yours mighta been a mean cuss, but he made durn sure y’all didn’t want for nothin’. We told ‘em they shoulda waited for the constable to call up a posse afore dealin’ with that manticore, but them hardhead colts didn’t listen none. Left us to fend for ourselves, but Celestia provided, and here we are.
Our kids didn’t do so bad. Not so good neither. My colt, my only colt, my little prize Jonathan Crispin – what a waste! That foal never had half the common sense Luna gave a goat. How he landed that little filly that gave me Applejack and Macintosh and Applebloom, I’ll never know. She weren’t no fool and she weren’t hard on the eyes, which left me hopin’ she’d buck some sense into Crispin. Nope, it weren’t meant to be. She was a city filly at heart, and when he took off for the hills to follow some fool harebrain scheme, she left for Manehattan without nary a look back. AB was just a foal, and my other two weren’t much older. They had to grow up too fast, just like your little ones. Your girl married some rock-farmin’ preacher-type, which I know weren’t what you wanted. But them’s the breaks, and like you used to tell me, when life gives you rocks, you make – well, smaller rocks. But you get the picture. At least your kids are still around, even if they did pack you off to some old ponies’ home.
If nothin’ else turned out right, our grandkids are sure swell. And that there's what I meant to write you about. I was ramblin’ for a while there, so my pills must be wearin’ off. I gotta focus and get this here wrapped up. My little AJ and your Pinkie – they’s good ponies, both of ‘em. Hearts o’ gold and hard workers, both as friendly as could be. Pinkie done asked me if she could court my AJ, and I got a mind to tell her to go for it. AJ’s a big mare now, but I appreciate your grandfilly’s askin’ me proper-like. She’s got your eyes, hon – blue as the sky and deep as lakes. You and me – well, you remember that little glen in the forest off the lane between the East Orchard and the South Rock Field? I ain’t forgot it and I never will. Don’t rightly know if I ever told you, but you were the first pony I ever called ‘sugarcube’. It didn’t work out ‘tween us, I know – back in them days, we needed foals to work the farms, and that takes stallions. Like I said, we gotta make sure our grands don’t miss out like we did. They got a chance to make up for a lotta lost years and a whole lotta missed chances between our families. Let’s give ‘em what they’s earned and give ‘em our blessin’.
Still thinkin’ o’ you, sugarcube.
Yours always,
‘Granny’ Smith Apple
Awww, cute. No one gon' beat you at da fluff, Brunnen. No one.
Nicely done. Now that I think about it, there's a lot of unexplored territory -- and untold backstory -- when it comes to Granny Smith.
That was lovely.
Congratulations, sir. You have convinced me of ApplePie as a viable ship. FlutterJack now remains the only mane six ship I'm unconvinced of.
Commence read.
That was a pleasant read.
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Here's a paragraph pulled from a recent piece I submitted to TMP. It sums up my feelings on FlutterJack / AppleShy (Twilight's doing the talking):
"So who’d have thought that Applejack and Shy would move in? Turns out that Fluttershy needed that routine, the gentle comforting repetitiveness of farm life and rural schedule, and the general lack of daily drama that came with being a farmer’s marefriend. Applejack needed a mare who wasn’t afraid to walk the forest or the garden to get her hooves dirty, and who understood the ebb and flow of nature and agrarian life. I’m willing to bet that pegasus understands more about growth and fertility and the cycle of life than any dozen earth ponies you care to name, AJ excluded, of course."
Assuming Twilight and Rarity move back to Canterlot (Twi for Princess-hood or to romance a Princess, Rarity for her business), and Dash joins the Wonderbolts, then I picture Fluttershy and Applejack gravitating toward each other while realizing they should have done so much earlier.
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I'm convinced. I guess FlutterJack has been overshadowed in my mind by FlutterMac. Similar scenario, but one of them would have to go into assertive mode to get the relationship going. Not so with AJ although that discounts foals (without some kind of assistance) and I always pictured Flutteryshy and AJ to some extent as the type to want to start a family.
But with magically assisted foals fairly common, little Applebutter would come along soon enough.
So much fluff XD
Brunnen you're the best,
Read a set of sadfics, got myself in a right ol' state, then ya got me brighter than a button and happier than pigs in mud
Oh my. Guess it's getting late if my brain's going to mac mode again XD
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2157705 where do you see pinkie going? Or are you a fan of pinkiedash (friend shipping/ship shipping either wins )
I could see her moving out to las pegasus or manehatten, possibly working with vinyl in some kind of portable rave business (fill the party canon with glow sticks and neon paint and we're done XD