Chapter 1- Applejack and Caramel

Change

Waking up bright and early, I headed outside to see my group for Winter Wrap-up. I noticed a new, shy colt hanging near the back. He had three horseshoes for a cutie mark, a brown mane, blue eyes, and his coat was a light orange. Nudging my brother, Big Macintosh, I asked him if he knew who the colt was. I got a simple 'Nope' in reply. Heading over to him, a pony stuck out their hoof, and tripped the colt. He fell flat on his face. Glaring in the direction of the pony that did that, I grabbed his hoof and helped him up.
"Thanks… I'm Caramel." He murmured.

"Hiya, Caramel! I'm Applejack!" I announced. He looked down at his hooves.
"You here to help clean Sweet Apple Acres?" I asked, maybe a bit too fast.
He didn't raise his head, but instead he said quietly "Yes…" He needs to get over his shyness. I Yelled at Big Mac to come over, and teach Caramel what to do. Surprisingly, he talked to Big Mac just fine, while he was really shy around me. What's up with that Pony?

2 Months Later…

Caramel and I were out at Sugarcube Corner, sipping Milkshakes, when he kissed me. It was totally unexpected, and I can tell I went red afterwards. He ran off, thinking I hated him. But I didn't.

I loved Caramel.

One Year later…

"I do," I said, looking my fiancée straight in the eye.
"I do." Caramel replied. All my friends and family were there. My newest Friend, Twilight Sparkle, My brother Big Macintosh, standing next to him were Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, and Rarity. We were now Mare and Colt.

Our Honeymoon didn't go quite as expected. Our little filly, Lucy, was born 2 weeks early. She always wore a bow in her hair, like my little Sister Apple bloom, and looked just like Caramel, with the same colour coat and mane. She has a few freckles over her nose, like me, and had 'my eyes' as Caramel says. I do her mane and tail the same way I do mine. Lucy was even more desperate than Apple bloom was at her age for her Cutie Mark. Apple Bloom's Apple Crumble Cutie Mark was great inspiration. My sister told her stories about when was looking for her true talent.

Lucy always passed them on to Angel and Princess Holly, her best friends. They named themselves the Cutie Mark Crusaders, after Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom, and used their Club House. After many months of agonized begging, crying, screaming and Wishing, Lucy earned her Cutie Mark. It was a lasso. Our little mare became Rodeo Champion of Equestria, like I tried to. Caramel and I couldn't have been prouder.