Arkansas Black had finally snuck away from her so-called Aunt and Uncle. Boy did the orange lady talk a lot! Didn’t she understand she didn’t wanna see their silly farm? She just wanted to find her Mama. The young filly slinked away as her ‘family’ was talking to another pony – a grey mare who didn’t talk so much like the red one.

Now it was time to find her Mama.

But as she walked forward she heard MORE voices. This time they sounded her age.

“Mom says she’ll be around here somewhere with Missus Applejack and Mr. Mac.” The voice was naselly and male.

“This is gonna be so exciting!” Came a female voice, “I wish the others could have come.”

“Aw Glee Club doesn’t need to come, he’s probably off doing something ga…fluffy,” the male voice growled, “But we can have a huge party as soon as we find out when she can do it!”

Now she was trapped. Arkansas was about to run when the ponies’ the voices belonged to popped up. An orange pegasus and…something…a dragon maybe? Their smiles were large but scary to Arkansas. “HIYA!” came the pink thing, “Oh you must be Miss Apple Bloom’s daughter!!! HI HI HI!”

Arkansas squeaked.

“I’m Scooter!” The orange pegasus quipped, “This is Ruby Red! We’re your Mom’s best friends’ kids! We can be best friends too!”

“There’s more of us!” Ruby said, “There’s Occult and Pop Rocks and Color Palate and your cousins! Have you met them yet? We can all have a filly and colt party!” Arkansas’ ears folded back and she curled up in fear. The boy frowned and poked the filly who frowned as well.

“Hey…” Scooter huffed, “Are…you okay?”

Arkansas just squeaked again. Why couldn’t they go away? Why couldn’t she go see her Mama?

lolshitbackgroundisshit

But the degree I’m thinking about has a background part to it? So I figured let’s work on those XD

Anyway Arkansas meets Sweetie Belle & Scootaloo’s youngest kids (remember Scooter has a griffon brother and Ruby has an older sister) and is NOT PLEASED. As I’m writing Arkansas I think she might be a little autistic. She doesn’t like being touched, or assaulted with love from strangers or meeting new ponies. She also doesn’t like looking ponies in the eye when she speaks to them.