The ponyville market was at best competitive, and at worst cutthroat. There was a lively rhythm of dropping prices and rising voices, each vendor offering the best deal in Equestria if you let them tell it. Forelle arrived, as always, deafened slightly by the noise as she walked to her spot. It was the only one she managed to keep with any regularity, just close enough to still be considered the market, but just far enough that she’d be hoase by the end of the day from trying to get anypony to hear her. She looked around the market square, sighting the usual suspects, vegetable stands, ponies selling jewelry, flowers, hats, saddles and all manner of things. Forelle sat her basket on the ground, and from her saddlebag she pulled a tiny sign, hoof written in her own fine looping script. There were tiny marks where she had scratched out previous prices and written in new ones. She was quite hopeful this newest price might bring in some adventurous customers, because if it didn’t she wouldn’t have room for another.
She took a deep breath, cleared her mind of all the little niggling distractions and worries in her head, put on a smile, and called out into the market square.
“Ciao ponies of ponyville! I bring with me pears so sweet and juicy they’ll melt on your tongue! Perfect for all your cooking needs! Pear salad! Pear crumble! Even pear pie!” Her rich Roman voice filled the air. She knew it would be lost among the cacophony of the market, but it did feel good to let her voice out every once in awhile. As she yelled her inner salsepony looked for potential customers, changing and adjusting her words for anypony who happened to walk by. She yelled about how pears could make good food for foals if crushed when she saw a mother walk by, about how good they were for your eyes when an older stallion wandered too close, even about several things she probably ought not to have known pears were good for as a young couple walked by. Still none of it seemed to have any effect as the day wore on. It passed fairly quickly, the sun seeming to speed across the sky as her voice grew steadily quieter against the never ending press of market voices, her basket of pears just as full as it had been when she’d come.
Her stomach let out a dangerously low growl as she stared at her own stock. She really didn’t have to use much in the way of hyperbole to make them look good. They did a fine job of that on their own. She flopped down onto her haunches sadly as she finally gave up yelling all together, settling into what she was sure was a fairly pathetic staring contest with a particularly plump example of her wares. Her stomach gave another complaining growl, this one came with a shooting pain that settled dully in the pit of her chest. She hadn’t eaten since yesterday, and that had only been a daisy or two she’d managed to afford with her meager, now non existent savings.
The bad part about yelling for hours on the subject of how good her product was, was that she’d had to listen to every word. So now she sat there, stomach a notch below empty, staring at what she herself had said was the single most perfect basket of pears in the universe.
Forelle said something under her breath in Roaman, leaning down and simply smelling the fruit for a few moments. The sweet bouquet of emanating from the basket almost enough to satiate her hunger on its own.
Almost.
Her stomach gave yet another, almost pleading whine, and she knew it was hopeless. With a heavy breath she took the smallest of her little crop gently between her hooves, and lifted it to her mouth.
Forelle’s teeth clanged against each other as she bit down on empty air. A wooden bat sending the small fruit tumbling to the cobble stones.
She stared at her empty hoof for a few moments, then at the bruised and battered pear on the ground. Anger rose in her chest seeing her hard earned produce so roughly handled. She whipped around to face her attacker, only to have quite a few unpleasant words die on her tongue as she saw a red stallion about five times her size. He seemed a bit disoriented, at his hooves was a young filly with brilliant red hair and an older orange mare in a cowboy hat. They didn’t look terribly pleased.
Forelle’s heart began to beat faster in her chest. She’d heard stories from the other tenants of the boarding house about the seedier elements of the ponyville. Terrible stories of protection rackets and less than equal competition. She wasn’t exactly sure what “Getting a pair of cement horseshoes” would entail but she was fairly certain she didn’t want to find out.
She tried to make herself look as small as possible.
The orange mare in the hat stepped forwards, looking serious as the little filly beat the bat against the ground several times.
“How much?” she asked, tapping a hoof against the cobbles.
Forelle actually flinched.
Were they asking for money? She didn’t have any to give...And she wasn’t sure she wanted to know the penalty for not paying up. Forelle subconsciously placed herself between the encroaching ponies and her basket, running several replies through her head. She thought it best to feign ignorance.
“Mi scusi? non parlo l'inglese,” she said quickly.
The mare’s serious demeanor vanished.
“Oh great! She’s speaking fancy! Now, Applebloom, how do you expect to properly apologize to the lady?”
Forelle blinked. Apologize?
The little filly, who Forelle assumed was named ‘Applebloom’ walked up sheepishly.
“Uhh...” She started. “I...” She pointed to herself with a hoof speaking slowly. “Am.” She waved her hooves in a wide circle. “Sorry.” She gestured to her face and made a frowning expression. “About hitting.” She swung her tiny hoof in a batlike motion. “Yo-”
Forelle silenced her with a gesture, looking questioningly at the trio.
“Um...I am sorry?” She said tilting her head a bit. “I am not sure I understand what is happening.”
Applebloom looked physically relieved.
“Oh thank Celestia. She speaks Equestrian.”
The older mare pushed her sister aside, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly with a hoof. “What my little sister’s trying to say is, she’s sorry for hitting your fruit earlier. She’s been trying to earn a cutie mark in baseball, and has been hitting everything ever since. Including my brother’s noggin.” She gestured to the dazed giant behind her. “She wants to pay for it, right?” She cast a quick glare at the little filly, who shrunk back a bit and nodded. “So I was asking how much for the...whatever these things are.”
Forelle’s ears perked up at the mention of pay. “Pears!” She said quickly. “They are pears.”
“Pears...” The mare tried the word on her tongue experimentally. “Well, alright, how much for the pear?”
Forelle briefly considered lying. The fact that she did hurt a little inside, not matter how poor she got she always wanted to remain honest. Still, it was tempting, this was her first sale in recent memory. But she couldn’t do it.
“Two for one bit...” she said quietly.
The orange mare blinked. Twice.
“What? That’s ridiculous!”
Forelle felt a bit of anger rise in her her again. “They are worth three times that much!” she said, a bit louder than she’d intended. “It is the best deal I can give!”
The mare leaned back a bit, surprised at her outburst, then put a gentle hoof on her shoulder.
“I know sugarcube, that’s why I’m surprised...you can hardly get seeds for that little...”
Forelle anger’s anger vanished as quickly as it had come, replaced by a much heavier, more insidious emotion. She looked at the ground, staring at her little basket blearily.
“It is...the best deal I can give...” she repeated softly.
The hoof on her shoulder pulled her a bit closer to the mare, who smiled softly.
“Not much luck in the market sugarcube?”
Forelle simply shook her head.
“That’s a mighty shame, these look like good...pears.” She patted Forelle’s shoulder. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll take the one Applebloom whacked, one for me and my brother, for no less than two bits a piece mind you, and as a show of good faith, I’ll give you two apples to replace your lost stock.”
The roaman pony looked up sharply at that, eyes wide. “Really!?” She caught herself suddenly, and tempered her enthusiasm. “Why would you do that?”
“Because, us market folk have to stick together don’t we? And I hate to see a good pony go hungry. You take one of those apples and you eat it, you hear? You look like if I hugged you you’d snap right in two.”
Forelle blinked away a tear, and managed a small smile. “I...I think I am willing to take that risk.” She wrapped her hooves around the orange mare, who discovered that Roaman hugs are not something one forgets quickly.
After she worked a bit of feeling back into her spine she offered a hoof to the pear pony. “The name’s Applejack, you?”
“I am Forelle.” She shook Applejack’s hoof enthusiastically. “Thank you so much for this kindness. You do not know how much it means to me.”
“Shucks, it’s nothing. Never killed a pony to be kind once in awhile. I know we’re supposed to be competition, but there’s far too much of that going around the market without us adding to it.” She fished the bits out of her saddlebag and passed them to Forelle, who quickly hid them away in her own, making sure to put them in one of the pockets without a hole in it. In turn Forelle picked three of the biggest, freshest looking pears in her basket and doled them out among the three ponies. The largest didn’t seem very responsive, so with a little hop she left it sitting on the top of his head. Applejack quickly replaced the pears with two large red apples. She smiled. “Now, we have to go back to mind our own store, but you take care now. Feel free to come by and say hi when you get a minute, okay sugar cube?”
Forelle smiled widely, her face hurt a little, probably because she hadn’t used those muscles much recently, not genuinely. “I will, I will! Where is it that you live?”
“Sweet Apple Acres, just down the road apiece. Hope to see you there! Nice to meet you sugarcube!”
The little filly jumped onto the giant’s back, and Applejack nudged him forwards, he seemed to need little more instruction than that to start the journey back to their own cart on the other side of the market.
Forelle stood frozen for several minutes.
Sweet Apple Acres...
The place she could see from her window....The largest producer of apples in town, and one of the reasons she had made so little since coming here. Her main competition.
Down in the pit of her stomach she felt a bit sick. She’d, at the back of her mind, hated everything about that place since she’d arrived, the trees, the leaves the...admittedly delicious looking... apples, and the ponies who she imagined owned it. She internally reprimanded herself for judging them so harshly. But at the same time knew that she had very little chance in the marketplace because of them, and that’s the way it would stay.
“Wow, those look delicious! How much?” A voice shook her from her thoughts. Her face lit up as she saw a brown stallion standing in front of her looking at her basket hungrily. She quickly straightened her hat a bit and put on her best face.
“You my good stallion are a pony of great taste! These are the finest pears in all of Ponyvi-”
“Pears? Yuck, no, pears are rubbish, I meant the apples. Those look lovely.”
Forelle’s face fell as she looked down at the two apples sitting in her basket. “Oh...um...” She sighed, she did need the money. “Two bits?”
“Deal!” He passed her the money. “Give me that one over there on the left, the one that’s not touching the pears.”
Forelle did as he instructed, a bit more forcefully than necessary and the stallion left, munching happily.
Her previous good mood evaporated a she watched him leave. She felt a familiar coldness creeping back into her body, one that had nothing to do with the chill in the air. She layed down on the cobbles and curled her body around her little basket, staring almost ruefully at the single apple she had left. Her stomach let out what could only be considered a roar, and for the first time that day she gave into it. She nosed it out of the basket and onto the ground in front of her, where she took a bite.
She had to admit one thing.
Next to her own pears, it was the single best thing she had ever been lucky enough to eat.
this is good, but i noticed a couple of errors.
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!
I love pears, that stallion has no tastedl.dropbox.com/u/31471793/FiMFiction/emoticons/sillyfilly_Applejack.png
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Would you mind pointing them out? I'm a TERRIBLE proofreader.
Oh that is just anti pear prejudice! Screw you Doctor!
Grilled pears are delicious.
idea she uses the bits to buy the apples at low prices places them next to her pears (which i find dilicious by the way) making the apples look better so she can sell them at enflated prices then after a while she can bring the price of the pears down and sell more to make more so she can buy more seedlings pears trees so that when they start proudceing she can slowley start to phaxe out the apples once more people start buting her pears untell she can become an independent seller
I AM BEING BRILLIANT
1280215 better yet, just PM me th' next chapter.
1280310
Alrighty then, deal. I'm writing this story as the day progresses (Everything you see has been written since I woke up) so the next chapter isn't penned yet, but is getting penned as we speak. In the mean time PM me any errors you found in the previous two chapters if you would mind. Thanks for the help!
-Squeak
1280332i'm honestly proofing someone else's stuff right now, so i don't think i can do th' previous chapters yet. i tend to do already posted chapters when i don't have a chapter that needs to be posted to work on.
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Ah well, that's fine.
Onwards and Upwards!
1280377just pm me th' next chap when you're done.
nice chapter
I dislike pears, but if I were in Ponyville, I would not hesitate to buy some of her damned merchandise to give her some money to buy some food.
Awaiting further releases.
EDIT:
You might want to add the 'OC' character tag if Forelle is yoursNever you mind, she's not yours, but you did well in giving that comic some more story.
Damn you DOCTOR!!! Your hatred of pears has cursed a mare to nearly starve.
Seriously though good job. I look foward to more.
Poor kid, maybe trip to the library of Ponyville could help her out. I mean what better way of learning a new way of sell than from a book right ?
Still it was a nice update and a nice way of showing the old "judge a book by its cover" idea.
Pelase do keep up the good work upon such a great storyline like this one.
Will read late but...mmm...
By, "Forelle created by John Joseco ", do you mean the cover art or the actual character?
'Cause the comic the cover art is from is by emlan. Specifically here.
Nice twist with the Apple family, I will be looking forward to more of this.
Make me have all the feels won't ya? Gosh.
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I do most certainly HAIT. PEERS, but I would gladly buy and eat some for the sake of fair Forelle here.(you get the reference?)
1280377
Talking about the good Doctor, could you be so kind as to advice me to HOW to properly watch the show? I have principles of watching from the beginning unless it can be skipped, but I do not know if I can do that. And it will take me forever to reach the Tenth Doctor from the First if I start from the beginning. Should I watch the first episode, or could I start anywhere?
I has a sadnow.
Oh yeah, and I curse that stallion at the end. May he be set on fire.
P.S. IRL I love pears and cannot stand the taste of apples.
What in tarnation?
Uhhh, sorry AJ but it's true.
1281142
There are several ways to start I suggest starting with 'New Who' which started in 2004 with the ninth Doctor. The effects aren't the best but the writing is great and you'll quickly fall in love if you happen to like scifi to any degree. Another good starting point is season five which starts off with the 11th Doctor and which you can start with little to no background knowledge.
Hope it helps!
-Squeak
1281170
Okay, so basically I CAN watch from several points. I'll definitively start at the Ninth or Tenth, then probably watch some of the older ones later. Thank you very much kind Sir or Madame.
1281154
If you didn't notice, that was most likely the good Doctor. The Doctor may have his dislikes if he so wishes.
Also, I used to love PEERS, but now they have a tendency to taste wet, yet dry and sweet yet sour in a chaos that is rather despicable. So as of now, APPLES is a force truly great, while the despicable PEERS can die in Tartarus for all I care!
...but if it helps Forelle, I'll gladly eat some...PEERS now and then. Ugh.
i wish i could go into this story and buy her pears. I.LOVE.PEARS. so far im feeling for Forelle, i would give her big hug and help her with however i can. good story, keep it up.
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I didn't notice the (possible) reference to Doctor Who(oves) here, but you do realize that the doctor hates apples? Not pears? I haven't heard anything about pears.
What else? oh yes! Great story!
1281249
Pears, not peers. I'm not talking about cannibalism, I'm talking about fruit.
This is wonderful! Also heart-breaking. But still wonderful! I was scared that the apple mafia was moving in on poor Forelle there for a second.
1281142 Lots of luck on that.
Most of the First Doctor's and Second Doctor's episodes were destroyed and no longer exists.
So lots of good luck on finding those eps, what few are left of them.
I'm guessing that from the up-votes vs. down-votes that this story is funny as hell?
Interesting story. The moment I saw that comic panel I knew someone was goin to make it into a fic sooner or later, and you seem to have executed it very well.
On an unrelated note...
It's... odd. Whenever I read a story involving Big Macintosh he's either portrayed as a secret genius who simply doesn't like being near others, or a complete idiot who needs to be told what to do but has a 'good heart'. I'm assuming this stories going for the latter?
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Actually, 10th doctor instructed martha in season 3 "dont let me eat pears, i hate pears!"
not sure that im replying to you, im new to fimfictions commenting system
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I know. I intentionally misspelled it because that's how I pronounce it nowadays.
1282296
Oh? Why is that?
1283933 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doctor_Who_missing_episodes
1284125
Ohhhhh....then I hope to be lucky enough to find some of those!
1283713
Bloops,
And yes, yes you did reply to me
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Yes, it was a reference, but really, I have the misfortune of having my formerly beloved PEERS' magnificent taste warped into such a detestable one. So from now on, I despise PEERS.
...why do I spell and pronounce it PEERS? Because The Doctor utters...their name... Like PEERS!
Wait... wait... Applejack likes pears? What blasphemy is this!
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...or it could be the headache speaking. You know, after Applebloom smacked him "I'm the noggin"?
1284467
To be exact, he instructed her that in a deleted scene from his long, long, long list about what he should and should not be allowed to do while human.
1285977
Ah, I was wondering where they got the audio for the ponified version....
1285995
I see then.
1286031
Tennant? Or Chris?
1286051
You mean which Doctor it was? John Smith, I believe.(Tenth)
1286074
... Do you really think that his name was John Smith? If not, my sarcasm-o-meter is not going off.
The tenth doctor's real name is Davide Tennant (Tennet?) In the show he used John Smith when he needed a full name, or to hide.
1286585
Oh, well that is certainly strange.
People I have spoken to always referred to the Tenth as John Smith.
1286750
It's how he's referred to in character, and most people probably never bother to learn his real name.
Want to switch to PM? We're sorta hogging the comments...
It's sounds like great story, so I will fav it, but I can't understand one thing, where the buck do you have comedy in this?
"Slice of life", sure fits, but instead of "comedy" you should give "sad" tag, because otherwise it's misleading.
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Sorry!
You see I put the story up THEN wrote it....I meant it to be a comedy, I honestly did, but Forelle had other ideas, she doesn't find her life terribly humorous and refuses to let me write it that way.