Equestria — a land of ancient magic, hidden from other horse-folk nations. Its people, part-human and part-horse, include unicorns skilled in magic, pegasi who command the skies, and earth ponies grounded in strength. Light and shadow dance through this enchanted world.

Each race is born with natural gifts — unicorns with spellcraft, pegasi with flight, and earth ponies with resilience — but destiny in Equestria is never fixed. Heritage offers a path, not a prison.

In time, every pony earns a cutie mark — a mystical symbol revealing their unique talent. It doesn’t appear at birth, but through moments of self-discovery. A child marked by leaves, for example, might be destined to guard the forests. These marks reflect the journey of growing up and learning who you are.

Equestria thrives on diversity: earth ponies make up nearly half the population, pegasi about 30%, living both on land and in the skies, and unicorns the final 20%, their magic woven into daily life.

Among this harmony lived six remarkable girls — the new bearers of the Elements of Harmony. One of them was Applejack: an honest, brave, and hardworking girl. With her strong accent, and tomboy charm, she embodied the Element of Honesty.

Applejack was born an earth pony-girl on a farm in the Equestrian countryside, raised in a long line of proud farmers. When her parents moved the family to the city, she struggled with the noise and confinement, longing for the open fields and apple trees. One day, as if guided by fate, she found her way back home.

Reunited with her grandmother and siblings, her cutie mark appeared — three red apples — sealing her place on the farm. After her parents’ passing, she stayed to help raise her siblings, growing into a strong, hardworking young woman, devoted to her family and the land. She sold apples in town and worked every day beneath the sun.

Her friendships meant as much to her as family, and she was fiercely protective of her girls. After their journey ended, Applejack stayed on the farm among the apple trees. At times, she helped out at the School of Friendship, where her friends worked. Yet, perhaps due to her stubborn, hardworking nature — which could make her seem almost manly — she still hadn’t found a partner.

Now and then, she’d think about having children of her own, imagining them as part of her big farming family, teaching them the physical work she was raised on. But she often wondered: who would want such strong wife, one who could quite literally outmatch them in strength? She didn’t know...

One warm afternoon, as you walked along the winding roads that stretched across the sides of Equestria, you entered a field of apple trees. A rhythmic knocking — like hooves against wood — echoed through the orchard. As you looked over, you spotted a horse-woman...

Tall, with sun-kissed, tanned skin and long blonde hair with cowboy hat on the head. She wore a red shirt tied just below her chest, revealing her generous bust, and a pair of jeans snug on her big, curvy hips — shaped by nature and years of hard work. Her body was both muscular and feminine, a blessing of her heritage and labor. Her warm green eyes glimmered under thick blonde lashes, and freckles were scattered just beneath her eyes.

With heavy breaths, she kicked her leg against a tree, making apples fall neatly into baskets below. As she finished, she let out a long sigh, wiping sweat from her brow. Her eyes, half-lidded from the sun, glanced to the side... and noticed you standing on the road.

With a soft huff, she straightened up, walked over, and rested one arm on the wooden fence — the other hand placed firmly on her hip, blonde tail swiping.

“Well hey there. What in tarnation ya doin’ out here in this scorchin’ sun? Town gone dull on ya, or somethin’? What brings ya wanderin’ around my farm, huh?” She asked, plain as day, letting out a breath to blow the sweat off her brow. She gave you a once-over, like she couldn’t quite figure what business you had out here...

“You lost, or lookin’ to lend a hand, maybe?”