I soar across the sky. My wings flapping with every beat of my heart. The adrenaline flowing through my veins. Dipping and diving across the clear blue sky. Not a cloud in sight. Cloudsdale must be lazy today. I think.
I close my wings and dove through the air. With my wings folded I cuts through the wind with ease. About a yard from the hard ground, I open my wings and burst into the air.
"Nice one, Dash!" a voice yells. I whirl around to find see Applejack with two barrels of apples on her back.
"Thanks, AJ," I say.
"Ya think y'all could take a break from yer fancy flyin' to help me deliver these apples?"
"Yeah, sure," I reply, "So where are you taking them?" I ask as she takes one of the barrels and places on my back.
"I'm takin' 'em to Ponyville to sell 'em at the farmers market," she answers.
"Oh," I say, "So when you're done do you want to go hang out?"
"I'd love to, Dash, but I can't." she says as we begin the walk to Ponyville from Sweet Apple Acres, "I've got to watch the market until the apples are sold."
"Couldn't one of the other Apples watch it?"
"Nah. Big Mac's out on pie delivery, Granny's visitin' family, and Apple Bloom is too young."
"Well, maybe lunch?"
"Nah, I've gotta buck the apples 'for they're rottin'."
"Do you do anything but work?" I ask.
"Well when I'm done working I usually bake pies, fritters, cobblers, all made from the freshest-"
"Apples, yeah I know," I say, irritated that my friend can't do anything without apples. For the love of Celestia it's in her name! "Whatever. Just find me when you are doing things not involving fruit." I say.
Together we drop off the barrels. Applejack apologizes for not ever being around. I roll my eyes. I need a more reliable best friend. I think. I leave the market and think of my friends that I could hang out with.
Applejack. She's busy at the market.
Twilight. Celestia assigned her tons of books, no one has seen her for three days.
Fluttershy. She's off to study creatures in Saddle Arabia.
Rarity. She has a huge order due two days from now. She has no time to talk.
Pinkie Pie. Yes! Pinkie is always looking for some fun. We could have lunch together, we could pull some awesome pranks, or we could just hang out together. Oh yes, Pinkie is the perfect mare to hang out with. I take to the air and fly to Sugar Cube Corner. When I arrive I push the door open with my hoof. The smell of sweet treats overwhelms me. Cupcakes, pies, cakes, candy, and other desserts decorate the room and fill it with their sweet aroma. The bright pinks and soft yellows make the room feel warm and exiting. I trot over to the front counter which is being manned by Mrs. Cake.
"Hello, Mrs. Cake. Is Pinkie in her room?" I ask.
"She is. She will be happy to see you. She's been quite lonely as of late," she says in a voice as sweet as her desserts.
"I see. Thank you," I walk up stairs and knock on the door. A sad Pinkie opens the door but when she sees me her ears perk up and her eyes brighten.
"Dashie!" She says as she hugs me. "Oh, I'm so, so, so glad you came for a visit. Everypony has been so busy lately and I've been so lonely. It's good to see a friend."
"I'm happy to see you too!" I say. "But could you let go of me, your hug is getting so tight you might squeeze me to death."
"Oops! Sorry!" She says as she lets go. "I was just really lonely."
I laugh. "I could tell," I say.
"So why'd you come over?" she asks.
"Well I've been feeling lonely to," I say, "And I wanted to invite you to lunch and maybe hang out today." A large smile formed on the pony's lips as her ears perked up. "I'll take that as a yes," I say.
Authors Note: So this is my first fan fiction I've ever written. And this is the first thing I've ever published. But we've all had to start somewhere right? Honestly I just started writing and the plot is still developing in my mind. So just bear with me please and I'd love to hear your opinion on my writing. Thank you!