Pinkie Apple Pie My Little Pony Novels & Stories

Blake said excitedly. Everyone moaned. “Alright Blake, I know you made it specially.” Michael clapped Blake on the back as he got up to go retrieve it. “Aunty Dotty helped me a little.” Blake set the apple pie down and placed his hand on her shoulder, Dotty was everyone's Aunt but related to no-one; her pup had died much too young and she could never bring herself to have another. “But he did most of it himself, I'm very proud.” Dotty smiled up at Blake. He started serving portions of the pie, handing it around the table.

Jean questioned again. “To get a snack for me; I’m hungry,” said Marie, and that is when she saw Jean was holding two puff pastries which raised a doubt in her mind about who it was for as the pantry did not give more than one snack of the same kind to one person. Jean put forward her hand, offering her one of the puff pastries that she was holding. “This is for me?” Marie asked at which Jean did not reply straight; instead, she replied sarcastically. She said, “Who else will it be for?!”

Every little girl wants a pony and the two of them were no different. “You insisted on bringing it home, even though it snapped at you every time you tried to put your hand near its muzzle.” Pippa gives Mare a look. Probably because even at eight years old, Mare was determined to take home that mean old pony, despite all the other younger, nicer ponies that were also there.

Oh lolli lolli lolli, lollipop, lollipop Oh lolli lolli lolli, lollipop, lollipop Oh lolli lolli lolli, lollipop Call my baby lollipop Tell you why His kiss is sweeter than an apple pie And when he does his shaky rockin' dance Man, I haven't got a chance I call him, lollipop, lollipop Oh lolli lolli lolli, lollipop, lollipop Oh lolli lolli lolli, lollipop, lollipop Oh lolli lolli lolli, lollipop Sweeter than candy on a stick Huckleberry, cherry or lime If you had a choice he'd be your pick But lollipop is mine My eyes are went-wide. Alpha Xavier was laughing so hard. Embarrassed, I shut off the radio and looked outside the window. Closing my eyes, I internally screamed. How embarrassing? Now

I said and let my hand slip upwards a bit before taking it off. Slowly, I bent forward, arched my back and put my elbows on the table with my head on my hands. “I hope I have made enough food, guys. Maybe we could have a nice dessert after.” I said in thought while I absently touched my lips. “Ooooh. Apple pie with cream?” P said in a happy voice. Thank you, P. “Yes! Apple pie with cream. Especially the cream, the stuff from the heavens. Mmmmmm.” I said that last bit with a moan.

Annabel begged, clasping her hands dramatically, her big eyes pleading like a pro negotiator. Gloria shook her head with unwavering resolve, her dark hair swaying gently. "Absolutely not. That pie is a sugar bomb cream, bananas, crust, all loaded with the good stuff. Pair it with milk or juice, and you're overloading your systems. Water balances it out, keeps you hydrated, and prevents that post-pie crash. Trust me, I've got your best interests at heart."

"Aunty Nova, do I smell something sweet? Nikky dashed in the house, playing his usual innocent face as he hopped to Aunt Nova. Nova laughed heartily, what was up with this boy and his excessive love for food? "Yes Nik, it's apple pie. It's a family recipe, it's so good." Nova rolled the dough. "Would you like to help prepare?" Nova asked, her eyes twinkling in delight. Nikky's face squeezed in dismay, he hated the cooking but loves the eating. Still, he needed to have a taste of the Apple pie, he could not just resist. "I will help in the cooking Aunty." Nikky smiled, exposing his dimple, what a cute little child.

It's a thirty minute ride from my house to our favourite spot and I can't wait for us to get there. I haven't eaten all day and my intestines are wrapping around each other begging to be fed. My stomach makes a weird noise and Kali let's out a light chuckle. "Someone's hungry.." He says, his eyes not once leaving the road. Kali drives so responsibly. "Yeah I haven't eaten all day." "My mom made apple pie for our picnic." He says with a smirk. Kali's mom makes the most amazing apple pie and she knows how much I love it.

“Yum.” Alex snorted out a laugh, which earned him another glare from me. “Most of the food is cold, dear.” Missy clucked in disappointment. “Do you want me to heat ‘em up or skip straight to dessert? I made pecan pie, pumpkin pie, apple pie—” “Dessert!” Ralph and I shouted at the same time. “Alex?” Missy raised her eyebrows. “One slice of pecan pie is fine, thank you.” “Nonsense. You’re getting a slice of all three,” she said firmly. “I made ‘em for a reason, didn’t I?”

Jade wrinkled her nose, “don’t be so full of yourself, I only ate a few apple pies… but yours is in second place for now.” Cassiopeia’s eyebrows furrowed. “Who’s in first place? And why did you suggest apple pie by the way?” she asked carefully, and she kept checking Jade’s reaction. She was not sure whether the apple pie was connected to what Jade’s problem is. “My best friend… well ex best friend. Her name is Sadie.” Jade said with a bittersweet smile. “She likes baking too and I was always the one she would like to judge whatever it is she bakes. My boyfriend… Jayden, he told me he likes apple pies.”