The filly flew through the sky with gleeful determination. Oops, have to watch out for that passing cumulo-cute-us cloud. It was raining adorable forest animals onto a bed of pillows. The disharmony in the landscape all around pleased her.
She flew until she spotted a group of foals. They were running around a baseball field, in the patches of chocolate rain, and splashing in the chocolate puddles.
The little girl giggled with delight, before disappearing in a flash of white light, and reappearing on the field. "Can I play?!" She demanded more then asked, as the ponies yelped in surprise.
"Er... Sure?" Replied a gray Unicorn filly. With the strangeness of today, a filly appearing out of nowhere was hardly the weirdest thing they saw. Even a filly with bizarro eyes. "We do have an odd number right now, and not nearly enough players for a full team, but do you know how?"
"I know lots of things!" The little abomination grinned. She really did! She didn't know how but she knew a lot. Reading, Writing, advanced calculus, how to write 'boobies' on a calculator, and especially games. She knew it all, or rather she knew everything her daddy wanted her to know. "Can I be the pitcher!?"
"But I'm the pitcher!" Whined a colt.
The grayish filly rolled her eyes. "You can be a pitcher for my team, but we're batting right now."
"Kay!" The bugaboo eagerly ran to the end of the batting line.
The game was a disaster, but the fun kind of disaster. She was really bad at this. Balancing on your hind legs, while swinging a bat, was really hard. Pitching was much more fun. As she was actually really good at that. The ball kept spiraling through the air, and dodging the bat. Her teammates all cheered, as the raining cotton candy clouds, shined over the field.
They didn't keep score. They just kept playing with the loosest of rules. Only switching positions when somepony declared they were bored.
The only thing they really insisted on, was that the gray filly hold the bat like everypony else, and not cheat with her Unicorn magic. The abomination took that to mean she shouldn't use her magic either, although none of the kids told her that directly.
For some reason, the filly decided that this would be okay. Discord hadn't put much of a moral compass in her, but for some reason she wanted to play fair.
"Look!" One of the fillies cried with excitement, as she pointed at the abomination's flank. "You got your cutie mark!"
"I did?" She looked down, to see the tattoo like image on her butt. It was a baseball and a screw. "Ball screw?" She blinked at the mark. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Not ball screw," One of the Colts snickered. "Screwball, you know like that crazy pitch of yours! You're supposed to be a professional pitcher! That's so cool!"
The other pitcher pouted. "That's not fair! I've been pitching all day too! Where's my mark!?"
"Now don't spoil this for her." The gray Unicorn glared. "We need to celebrate!" She hopped up and down. "Hey Rocket!" She looked over at a Pegasus colt. "Those clouds are made of Cotton candy, right? Go get us one! We'll have our own private party!"
The kids cheered, and began snacking on their lunch of chocolate milk and cotton candy. They laughed and celebrated, until they were exhausted. Nursing their bellies on the wet grass.