[Corn/Bigpone] Corn and the Bigpony - 1

>Once upon a time, in the magical land of Equestria, there was a small town nestled between White Tail Woods and the beach to its west.
>This little town was called Treble Town.
>It was home to an abundance of ponies, from the typical earth-ponies, unicorns, and pegasi, to the more exotic bat-ponies, moth-ponies, and even sea-ponies, which typically resided in the town square's fountain that was connected to the ocean by a tunnel.
>Gryphons and diamond dogs could also sometimes be found in this quaint little town, but were much less common.
>Now, why exactly would all of these various species, including some found to be a bit more antagonistic to ponykind, all congregate in one town?
>Music, of course.
>The music created and performed in this town was just enough to bring anyone together.
>That town was of little consequence to a single, solitary earth-pony that resided a short walk from the south end of the town.
>She loved the music, of course, but her real passion was farming.
>And, given Treble Town's population and attraction, all of its citizens needed food.
>What better than locally grown corn?
"Pop!"
>The little pony, with a talent for growing corn and cooking it into almost anything, strolled out into her field.
>On any normal day, she would spend her time making sure her crop was growing with utmost love.
>Today, however, would not be a normal day.
>The sun was blocked out, a shadow cast upon her field.
>She tilted her head, her poofy popcorn-like mane drooping a little.
"Pop?"
>Why was her beautiful corn being deprived of its delicious sunlight?
>She followed the direction the shadow was being cast from to find a very large nose sniffing through her crop.
>Very large, in that this nose could quite possibly smush her into creamed corn.
"Pop!"
>She started running through her crop to the nose.
>"Hm?"
>The little earth-pony started shouting up at the mare, who towered over her at probably fifteen times her size.
>"Hello?"
"POP!"
>"Oh! Hello. I'm sorry, is this your farm?"
>The pony nodded.
>"My apologies. I've just arrived in town for the music festival. How much would all of this corn cost?"
"Pop."
>"I don't think I have that much, and most places don't really cater to bigger ponies, like myself. Would it be too much for you to try to grow a corn my size?"
>The little pony tapped her chin in thought.
"Pop?"
>She shrugged.
>It would be possible.
>It would take quite a few tries.
"Pop."
>"You will?! Oh, thank you!"
>The very large mare turned to start back toward the town, but quickly turned back around.
>"I'm sorry, I almost forgot. My name is Sequoia."
"Pop."
>"Corn? That's a fitting name."
>Corn grimaced and raised an eyebrow.
"Pop."
>"O-okay. I'll be back tomorrow, I'm sure I can find a bunch of stuff in town to tide me over."
>Corn nodded slowly as Sequoia turned and trotted away.
>The ground beneath the large mare shook with each step, almost threatening to knock Corn off balance.
>Corn turned back to her house to begin planning this massive corn.

>A few hours later, Corn re-emerged from her home with a small pouch of seeds, a vial of water, and a lockbox.
>She only had a few tries at this.
>Corn trotted out to an open plot of land that she had tilled just a few days ago.
>There, she dug a hole, dropped a single seed in, sprinkled a little bit of water onto it, and covered the seed in dirt.
>Against everything she stood for, and her habit of farming completely traditionally, she mustered up her earth-pony magic.
>This caused the seed to sprout through the dirt and start growing rapidly.
>Of course, it still took a few hours for it to grow completely.
>In that time, Sequoia decided to come back around.
>"Hello."
>Corn ignored her, continuing to concentrate on the cornstalk.
>Sequoia sat by and watched as the cornstalk grew almost to her height.
>The stalk snapped in half after it reached a certain height.
>Both ponies stared at it, Corn angry, and Sequoia surprised.
>"That looks good!"
"Pop!"
>"But-"
"Pop pop pop, pop!"
>Corn started to scream her little 'pops' at the corn for being a failure.
>"Maybe if you make the stalk thicker?"
>The little earth-pony stopped yelling, thought for a moment, and started to roll the failed corn away.
>Sequoia followed Corn to a cliff overlooking the ocean, probably a few football fields away from Corn's farm.
>Corn rolled the corn over the cliff, said a few sorrowful 'pops' and turned away.
>The bigger pony just sat, completely confused by this little pony.
>"What was the point of that?"
>Corn stopped for a moment, and sighed.
"The longer a cob of corn is able to stay on its stalk, the more ripe it will be, up to a certain premiere harvesting point. Any time before that point, or after, and the corn will not be sufficient for consumption. It will either be too sweet, or too bland. The best corn is a perfect golden-yellow."
>"Did... did you just speak?"
"Pop."
>Corn could only speak common if she were explaining something very specific about corn, or relaying a fact about her crop.
>Nopony knew why.
>They walked on to the farm, where Corn tried to grow another big corn.
>This time, she made sure the stalk was thick enough to hold the corn up.
>However, in the few hours it took to grow, Sequoia's stomach started to growl.
>"Is it done?"
"Pop."
>Corn kept concentrating on the stalk and the cob to make sure they had sufficient time to reach their full potential.
>Her eyes snapped open as she felt her connection to the cob drop.
>She looked up to find Sequoia with the cob halfway in her mouth.
>It was covered in drool.
>Corn glared at the big pony, her cheeks burning red with anger.
>Sequoia spit the corn out and tried to place it back on the stalk.
>It fell over with an earth-shaking thud.
>Corn grumbled as she repeated the earlier process of sending the cob over the cliff.
>"How about we try together?"
"Pop?"
>"I mean, I'm still an earth-pony. Maybe it'll work?"
>Corn shrugged, buried another seed, watered it, and popped her lockbox open.
>From it, she extracted a tiny pouch filled with crystals.
>She placed a few crystals around the seed.
>"Amplifiers?"
>Corn nodded.
>It was time to pull out all of the stops, especially since it was getting late.
>An hour worth of concentration could be amplified an extra hour per crystal.
>That way, they would be able to sleep and the corn would be fully grown in the morning.
>Both ponies concentrated as hard as they could on the seed and crystals, forcing it to grow.
>After an hour, they left it to its own devices.
>Sequoia slept out in Corn's front yard, while Corn retired to her bedroom.

>The next morning, Corn was awoken to an earthquake.
>She panicked for a little bit before remembering her guest.
>"Corn! Come look!"
>Corn grumbled as she rolled out of bed, trotted downstairs, and left her cozy home for her field.
>The sun was blocked, not from Sequoia, but from something just as massive.
>Its silhouette did it no justice.
>Corn approached it and Sequoia, who had sat beside it.
>"I think we did it. This is really, really cool!"
>As Corn moved closer, her curious expression turned to one of pure disgust.
>The mass was not a corn stalk with a corn growing skyward.
>It was a tree that grew corn like a tree would grow apples or oranges.
"Pop!"
>"But the corns are huge!"
"Pop!!"
>"But it works!"
>Corn started to scream and headbutt the trunk of the tree.
>"Are you really going to throw that over the cliff? Wouldn't it be better suited, you know... to keep growing corn on for big ponies? It's already hard enough for us to find food that isn't a bunch of little foods. Could you maybe, I don't know... Keep this? For us? I've got friends around that I'm sure would love this."
"Pop."
>Sequoia was a heretic to all things corn, but if she only had to have one tree to feed dozens of big-ponies, then this could work.
"Pop."
>"Really? You will? Oh, thank you!"
>Sequoia picked Corn up and almost crushed her with a hug.
>"How much do I owe you?"
"Pop."
>Sequoia stares at the tree.
>"I guess I can look for Gloomy and she if she can help move the tree."
>Corn nodded and rolled her eyes.