Living the Good Life: Chapter 5

>The walk back to Twilight’s was fairly uneventful. Nothing major occurred on your trip, aside from the helicopter squirrels. Those were pretty interesting.
>When you arrived at the treebrary Twilight opened the door before you could even knock. She was worried sick about you. You were expecting this; after all you were gone all day.
>She thought you were trampled by rabbits, you stifled your laughter. “Oh come on Twilight I doubt a few rabbits can hurt me,” you say with a smile as you step through the threshold.
>”Still, you could have let me know,” Twilight says as she closes the door behind her. “I’ll be fine Twilight, you’re treating me like a child. I’m pretty sure I’m older than you.” You retort.
>”You’re in an unfamiliar place how can I not worry?” she asks as she looks you over, “And what’s with the towel?” Twilight asks.
>“Oh, when I was working with Pinkie we ended up throwing confectionary at each other…got kinda messy, had to clean myself up.” You explain as you make you make your way to Twilight’s basement door.
>”Oh…well…did you have any luck with her?” you nod, “Yup, she’s pink and bubbly again,” you say with a smile. Twilight returns her smile before trotting to her ladder.
>She’s probably going to turn in to for the night but before she starts her climb she asks, “So how’d you do it?” you respond with, “Confectionary fight and laughter.”
>Twilight nods before making her way up the ladder. With her head turned you remove your towel and add it to the dirty clothes tucked under your arm.
>”Gonna go head on back ‘home’ and get some clean clothes, have a good night Twilight,” you say as open the basement door. She doesn’t respond.
>You turn around to find her in mid climb. She’s staring intently at you blush ever present on her cheeks, you sigh. “So that’s what it looks like,” Twilight says, almost as if she’s admiring it.
>You give her the best deadpan glare you can muster, “Yeah that’s what it looks like, by the way you’re drooling,” you say before turning your back to her. You hear her yelp before she tries wiping her maw.
>That in turn causes her to lose her grip on the ladder. You hear a soft thud as she hits the floor. “Ow…” Twilight whines. You chuckle to yourself as you open the basement door and shut it behind you.
>Ah there it is your little teleporting bed. You take a running leap and land on your bed; you’ve always wanted to do that at least once. Test the bounce and all that.
>You throw the covers over you and crawl your way down; inevitably you end up in the hallway to your Discorded paradise. Ah and here come the headaches, great.
>At least Eris and Screwball aren’t out and about; they don’t get to see your nakedness. You’re still a little pissed at Screwball from this morning.
>You open the door to your bedroom, step inside, and freak out at the sight of Discord, Eris, and Screwball sitting on your bed. Apparently they were waiting for you.
>”Well…I wasn’t expecting this,” says Discord before laughing, Screwball joins in on the laughter. Eris merely blushes before throwing her grpyhon arm over her eyes.
>”Dude what’d we talk about this morning put on some pants or something!” Eris shouts, you sigh before walking over to your dresser.
>Zebra-striped sleeping pants, socks, and a wife beater are your choice of clothing for tonight. When you’re dressed Discord motions for you to take a seat…in your new black leather recliner.
>Fuck yeah Discord got you a present; you pull it so it’s facing the right side of your bed and you take a seat. Yeah this baby’s going to fit in to your room real nice…
>”Thanks for the chair boss,” you say as you recline in your seat, Discord nods approvingly, “You’re welcome, noticed your quarters were…lacking,” he says before he and his daughters turn to face you.
>Screwball’s smile drops, “Aww Daddy never gets me anything!” she pouts.
>”Except the roof over our heads, your room, your stuff, and that lovely little hat,” says Discord as he flicks the little fan on top of Screwballs hat.
>“Screwball you get like that whenever ANYP0NY gets anything…spoiled brat,” Eris says before crossing her arms, “What was that?” Screwball asks before growling and glaring at her sister.
>”You heard me pipsqueak,” says Eris as she flicks her tongue out at Screwball. Apparently Screwball’s rage hit a new level. As soon as Eris did that Screwball lunges at her sister.
>Soon the two of them are fighting in a cartoony cloud, which rolls out of your now open door. With a snap of his fingers Discord closes the door behind his daughters.
>”You have to forgive them it’s in their nature to fight,” Discord says as he reclines on your bed, “So do you have a friendship report for me?” he asks before grinning.
>You nod, “Kinda pulling this outta my ass but…I’d have to say friendship can be complicated when one party says they ‘hate’ the other, but it takes the patience of a good friend to look past that fact and at least try to make the friendship work. Who knows, you may come to find out that the other person doesn’t hate you?” you ask before shrugging, you could probably come up with something better but whatever.
>Discord chuckles, “Yeah sounds kinda forced, but…it reminds me of a situation I was in not too long ago,” Discord says before sitting up again.
>”Oh?” you ask, “Yes, see…Celestia said she hated me, told me she hated my guts. So, I tried to be friendly, threw a little chaos here and there, and well…it didn’t work.” He says before shrugging.
>”So what happened?” you ask leaning in as you do so, “I banished her and her sister to the moon of course!” says Discord. He breaks down in to hysterics.
>”Jesus Discord that’s morbid!” you say, not finding the situation funny in the slightest. Discord wipes away a metaphorical tear after his laugh. “I know right?” is all he says.
>He gets down to ‘business’ soon after. “”I’ll accept what you’ve given me, and I expect a better one tomorrow. Another day, another new friend, farewell,” you hold your hand out to stop him but it’s too late. He’s already snapped his fingers and teleported out of the room.
>You had questions that needed to be answered…and you know he doesn’t actually live in this place. You’re going to have to make a trip to Canterlot if you wanted to have a chance to speak with him.
>Until then you’re going to have to go along with making friends without knowing WHY you’re making friends. Sure having new friends is fine and all…but why you, and why p0nies?

>Within nothing else to really do you stand, walk over to your bed, lie down upon it, and head off to sleep. Meanwhile Eris’ and Screwball’s fight began to heat up.
>Eris was pulling Screwball’s mane, then Screwball somehow ended up on top of Eris and she started beating her with her hooves. Then it all went back in to a cartoony cloud of violence.
>And that cloud proceeded to destroy the couch, the ping pong table, the bar…the fridge, and of course the ceiling furniture. Their fight continued well on in to the night.
>You wake up the next day to find that you have company…in your floor. Eris is passed out at the foot of your bed. Screwball is lying on her back with her hooves in the air.
>She’s groaning in pain while Eris remains unresponsive. At least…at least your room looks untouched. You get up and walk over to your dresser, choosing to ignore the two lying in pain in your room.
>Both of them seemed capable of casting some sort of healing spell so they’d be fine. As you’re putting on your pants you hear, “Hey…*huff* Anon…what’s *huff* up?” asks Screwball as she weakly lifts her head.
>”Nothing much, wondering just what the hell happened while I was asleep last night,” you say as you finish getting dressed for the day.
>A plain red hoodie, blue jeans, and of course the same shoes were your choice for today. As you approach Screwball she says, “Oh nothing…sis and I got in a fight…and destroyed everything.”
>You scoff, “You can’t be serious,” you say in disbelief as you step out of your room and in to a damned warzone. Screwball wasn’t lying…the building looks like a wreck.
>Doors are off their hinges and lying around, the walls have holes in them, when you step in to the living room you see nothing remains of the furniture…except a few bits and pieces.
>You can’t even count the amount of scorch marks this room holds. At least this table appears to be intact. Seriously…what’s a perfectly good table doing over in the corner?
>You walk over to it and pat your hand on its top, damn this is one sturdy table. That’s the only thing to survive this apocalypse.
>As you walk away the table crumples in to a pile of ashes. You head back in to your room and over to Screwball. “So who won?” you ask as you kneel down to her.
>”I did, Eris can’t handle this,” says Screwball as she points to herself. You hold up your fist and Screwball bumps it with her hoof, “Good job,” you say, “Thanks,” She says in response before passing out.
>You don’t mind letting the two keep your room for today, after all they’re going to get an earful from their father…probably. You walk out of your room and head through the darkened section of the hallway.
>As soon as your head pokes out from under the covers you’re assaulted with Twilight’s voice. “There you are Anon what took you so long I’ve been calling in to that blanket for an hour!”
>You shrug as you step out in to Twilight’s basement, “Sorry your voice doesn’t carry, I didn’t hear a thing,” is your response. She groans before wrapping her hoof around your hand.
>She starts trying to pull you, “W..what is it?” you ask as you start sliding along the floor. Wow…for a bookmare Twilight seems pretty strong.
>When you don’t comply with her pulling she puts you in a purple bubble of magic and levitates you with her.  As the two of you enter the library you see Spike in a magic bubble of his own.
>”Sup,” you say before waving to Spike, “I see you’re in a bubble. I’m in a bubble myself,” Spike states as he pokes his magic bubble.
>“Now that I have the two of you I can show you the amazing thing!” Twilight squees after her little announcement. “Wait…what amazing thing?” you ask as you shift your position in your bubble.
>Twilight merrily trots to her door with you and Spike in tow, “So how’d you end up in a bubble?” you ask as you turn to Spike.
> “Wanted to sleep in, she didn’t want me to sleep in,” Spike says before shooting Twilight a stern glare, “And today was my day off too!” he whines.
>Twilight waves a hoof dismissively without even looking at him, “Oh Spike don’t be such a baby,” she magically unlocks her door when Spike says, “But I am a baby!”
>”Details, details.” Twilight says in response as she steps out in to the front pathway of her housebrary. You and Spike are forced to follow…and the two of you see something that neither of you could believe.
>The buildings…they…were normal or well they weren’t springy or checkered or on fire! The town now looks like a place the Amish would call home.
>Unfortunately the streets still resembled poker cards and there were still dancing bulls and long legged rabbits, but hey the town is now a step up from where it was before.
>”Isn’t this great guys?! First the sun and moon are put back on track now the buildings!” Twilight exclaims as she trots around her path.
>You have to admit, you don’t really share Twilight’s enthusiasm…then again you haven’t lived in Equestria for very long. You had no idea that the town looked like this prior to Discord coming in.
>But you have to admit…the town seemed calm…serene…if you took away the chaos that still plagued it. You hoped that you’d be able to one day view P0nyville the way it was meant to be viewed…
>Until then you’re to make as many friends as possible, which reminds you of the questions you still needed to have answer…and now a new one came to mind.
>Why was the town becoming normal again? Was it something to do with you, apparently Twilight thinks that. Her happy voice brings you back to reality.
>”I just can’t believe it!” She pops the bubbles you and Spike are in, you hit the ground on your stomach and Spike ends up landing on your back.
>“Thanks for the cushion,” Spike says before getting to his feet and leaping off your back. “Don’t mention it,” you say as you get to your knees.
>You wipe the dirt from your hoodie before getting to your feet, you curse when you see the dirt on your jeans. Fuck it you’ll find a way to wash them later.
>When you look over to Twilight you see that she’s got this silly grin on her face as she merrily trots around her housebrary.
>“I don’t know how it happened or why but today just seems so great!” you watch on in silence as the gray starts to melt away from her revealing her purple coat.
>The color slowly creeps up her hooves, then to her main body…then neck…and it all goes away as soon as a voice mockingly calls out from above, “Hey Twilight? What’s soaking wet and clueless?”
>You look up to see Fluttershy hovering over Twilight with a bucket; suddenly Fluttershy slams the bucket down on Twilight’s head, soaking her. “Your face!” Fluttershy exclaims before taking off.
>Before you can say anything Fluttershy is in the air and out of site. Damn Pegasus… ruining happy moments must be her special talent…you walk over to Twilight and pull the bucket off of her head.
>Twilight’s completely soaked, “Are you alright?” you ask as you kneel down to Twilight’s level. Whatever happy mood she had is gone now.
>Twilight hangs her head down before trotting back inside her housebrary. You sigh out of frustration when her door slams shut.
>Fluttershy keeps shitting on everyone’s day and you’re starting to get sick and tired of it. You’ve only been here a few days and she’s done nothing more than piss you off and hurt Twilight.
>”Hey Spike,” you turn to the little dragon, “Yeah Anon?” Spike asks as he looks up at you, “Do you know where Fluttershy usually hangs out at? Or think you could tell me where she lives?” you ask.
>Spike nods, “Yeah she’s got a cottage on the edge of the Everfree Forest, but she won’t be there. Ever since… turning grey she started hanging out with Liarjack.” Spike explains.
>”Who?” you ask as you get to your feet, “Well, her real name’s Applejack but when she turned grey she turned in to a really bad liar,” Spike takes the bucket in your hands and sets it next to the door.
>”What makes you think Fluttershy’s with Applejack?” Spike turns back to you, “Ever since Rarity became a greedy hoarder, and since Rainbow Dash up and left town, the only ‘friend’ Fluttershy has left is Applejack. That’s how I know,” Spike explains as he takes a seat at Twilight’s doorstep.
>You nod; this shit with Fluttershy is going to stop. If she won’t listen to reason you’ll MAKE her leave Twilight alone. “So what does this Applejack look like?” Spike is quick to answer.
>”You’ll find her at Sweet Apple Acres, a farm on the outside of town. She’s well…like the other mares she’s grey, but she’ll have three apples for a cutie mark and she’ll be wearing a brown Stetson hat.” Spike’s kind enough to point in the direction you need to go.
>And that’s all the information you need, with the town’s buildings looking normal it won’t be too hard to spot any barn or apple trees. “I’m gonna go have a little talk with Fluttershy,” you say as you stand and start walking in the direction Spike pointed.
>”And I’m going to make Twilight some hot chocolate, that’ll help cheer her up,” man Spike’s a nice little dragon, as you walk away he makes his way back inside the housebrary.
>As you walk the carded path leading over a bridge you start thinking of ways you could approach this. If you find Fluttershy there you’re going to have to shut her up long enough for you to say what you need to.
>You’ll probably have to worry about this Applejack p0ny too. A liar and a bully is a very bad combination. If you run in to Applejack asking for Fluttershy then she’ll probably lie.
>Heh…Liarjack, you just hope Spike’s little nickname for the p0ny isn’t as accurate as he made it out to be. Regardless bad liars have an easy tell, this p0ny’s going to have one too. Just gotta figure out what it is.
>After a good thirty minutes of walking you finally start seeing apple trees lined up in close proximity to each other. Must be the apple orchard of Sweet Apple Acres, hell it makes sense to you anyway.
>You walk a wide dirt path leading to a two floor homely looking place a ways off from the road. You spot a few cows eating in an open field near the back of the ranch.
>Then you see the chicken coops not too far off from the fields, and the apple trees…so many apple trees….as you near the house shrill barking catches your attention.
>A little brown and white spotted dog bounds towards you. Well isn’t that nice this place has a guard dog. You half expect the dog to slow down but unfortunately that doesn’t happen.
>Okay that dog’s running full speed at you now…maybe you should run? Nah that thing’s small it’s not like it can do any real damage. Suddenly the dog leaps for you when it gets in close.
>You reach your arms out and catch the dog. You position your hands so they’re holding her under the arms of her front paws. She’s kicking her hind legs and barking incessantly.
>”Hey,” the dog keeps barking, “Hey!” this dog isn’t shutting up, “GOD DAMN IT SHUT THE FUCK UP!” the dog lets out a yelp before silencing itself. Holy shit this dog understood you…
>”Do…do you talk…other than bark I mean,” you ask it, curious as to whether or not dogs could really talk in this world.  When it tilts its head and whimpers you sigh.
>Of course the dog can’t talk what were you thinking? “Listen, I’m looking for Applejack, can you find Applejack…” you look at the dog’s tag, “Winona?” the dog’s ears perk up when you say her name.
>”Where’s Applejack?” you ask the dog before setting her down, she sits and tilts her head, looking up at you as she does so.
>Maybe if you tried that demeaning baby talk that all dogs seem to eat up she’ll lead you to her. “Huh where’s Applejack girl? Where is she where’s the little p0ny Winona?”
>The dog lets out a happy bark before spinning around in circles, she looks at you then her head turns in the direction of the barn, then back to you. She spins around again.
>”Come on Winona take me to Applejack, aww who’s a good girl?” you coo as you pat your knees. Winona takes that as an invitation to put her paws on your legs.
>Aw, this is adorable; this dog was all bark and no bite. Lucky for you, if Winona here was a pit bull you’d probably have half your ass torn off by now. You scratch Winona behind the ears.
>”Aw good Winona, now take me to Applejack,” you say with a smile, Winona lets out a happy bark before taking off towards the barn. She looks back at you to make sure you’re following.
>Wow…this was a hell of a lot easier than you thought; Winona must be a pretty shitty guard dog. Whatever at least you don’t have to deal with any headaches…from the dog at least.
>As you make your way over to Winona and the barn you start feeling a little nervous. You really didn’t want a repeat of your first day here. You were hoping to avoid conflict if at all possible.
>When you get to the barn Winona starts scratching at the door. Hmm, looks like the door is a push because as soon as she did that the barn door swings open.
>With that you step inside, wait a minute…isn’t it kind of rude to just walk on to someone’s property? A very familiar voice calls your attention to the second floor of the barn.
>”What are YOU doing here you freak?” yup that’s Fluttershy alright…and it looks like things have already gone sour…
>You sigh before looking up to the second floor. Unfortunately from your position all you can see is a ladder leading up and floorboards.
>"Fluttershy I'm not in the mood for your bullshit, if you don't want to end up having your wings torn off your body you'll come down here," you say threateningly. You tap your foot and wait for her to appear.
>Then you hear the southern drawl of a mare call out from the second floor, "Ya'll ain't gonna find her here no sir, no Fluttershy here," says the out of site mare.
>Just from that lie alone you're already suspicious, "Let me guess Fluttershy Applejack's up there with you isn't she I'm guessing that's her?" you ask as you cross your arms.
>"Ah told ya'll Applejack ain't here," says the unknown mare, "Maybe Applejack is up here, maybe she isn't..and I'd watch your mouth alien. Nop0ny threatens me," says Fluttershy as she finally flutters down from the second floor and to your eye level.
>You give Fluttershy a cocky grin, "Good thing I'm not a p0ny huh?" she growls in response. Suddenly a gray mare matching Spike's description peers out from the second floor
>"Is that tha alien ya'll told me about Sugarcube?" asks the mare as she looks over you, Fluttershy nods, "He's ugly isn't he?" she asks before sticking her tongue out at you.
>"That there's the ugliest darn thing ah ever seen. Uglier than a manticore," Applejack says before looking from side to side, you note a few beads of sweat upon her brow.
>God that's such an obvious tell it's almost painful to watch, you shake your head before pinching the brim of your nose.
>"Yup you're Applejack alright," you say as you look between the two, "Now on to buisness, Fluttershy, you're going to apologize to Twilight for what you did earlier," your eyes narrow.
>Fluttershy laughs, loudly, she has to land because her wings start fluttering out of her control, after about a minute she wipes away a tear.
>"Maybe you're not so bad after all, that was a great joke. Me, apologizing? That's a riot," Fluttershy shakes her head rapidly, "You're not so bad? What's wrong with me?"
>You are not amused, "I'm being serious, that shit you pulled made her cry and it pissed me off. Now either you do as I say or I make you regret it. Got it?" you ask before cracking your knuckles.
>Fluttershy's eyes go half lidded, she isn't taking your seriously at all, Applejack climbs down the ladder and takes her spot next to Fluttershy.
>"Bah, this alien ruined a perfectly good nap too, he ain't much o' nothin," says Applejack as she looks you over yet again.
>"Well sorry to disappoint but I don't really care I'm not here for you," you say without giving Applejack so much as a second glance, "Well now that's just plain ol rude!" Applejack shouts before glaring at you.
>"Don't care, sorry, anyway we're going," you say as you make your way to the barn door. As you reach the doors you turn to see Fluttershy hasn't moved an inch. "You coming?" you ask through gritted teeth.
>"Hmm. Nope," she says before flashing you a shit eating grin, yeah you're unamusement has hit a new level. You sigh, "Okay, if you're not going to come along I'll just beat you to a pulp then and drag you there myself," as you walk over to Fluttershy she says
>"Or you can do something for me and I'll give Twilight her apology," you stop in your tracks before raising a brow in question, do you really want to ask what she wants? You know she's a bitch, regardless she'll probably renig on whatever deal she's looking to make.
>You bite the bait regardless, "What did you have in mind?" Fluttershy's grin seems to be getting wider. "Oh I've got a few ideas Anonymous, and I'm fairly certain you'll just enjoy them," that doesn't seem ominous at all...same thing goes for that smile...
>The three of you stand in silence for a few seconds, "Again, what did you have in mind?" you ask, Fluttershy looks at your hands before her wings flare out from her sides ever so slightly.
>"Those hands," Fluttershy says, "What about them?" you ask as you look at your digits, "Give me a wing massage," at the end of her order her eyes go half lidded and her smile becomes a sly one.
>Oh hell no you're not about to relieve the stress of a bitchy p0ny. It didn't help that Applejack started giggling like mad. "Are ya'll serious Sugarcube?" Applejack asks as she looks to her friend.
>When Fluttershy nods Applejack's smile fades, she whispers, "But Fluttershy he ain't even a p0ny...it'd be so wrong, 'sides what if he tries to rip em off ya?" asks Applejack as she looks between you and her friend.
>Fluttershy whispers back, "Applejack, when he grabbed my wings...before he started twisting...those hands were like a dream, now shut up and go along with it you hick."
>"Fine, but don't ya'll say ah didn't warn ya," says Applejack, "What the hell are you two whispering about over there?" you ask Applejack.
>"Oh um...nothin at all, nothin to worry about," Applejack says before biting her bottom lip out of nervousness. Yeah this lying is getting old a lot quicker than you thought.
>"You know what, forget the deal I'll just kick your flank," you say before approaching the mares, "Anonymous I will apologize if you do this for me," Fluttershy's smile disappears after this.
>Is she serious, or is she messing with you? If you give her what she wants what's stopping her from just taking off...oh yeah you'll be in arms reach of her if she tries anything those wings are gone.
>You smirk, "Deal," you say as you walk over to a nearby table, you find two bails of hay near the table. Stacking them upon each other allows you to properly sit in front of it.
>After that you take the baskets filled with assorted apples and set them on the barn floor...probably an apple sorting table or something you don't know apple farmers and how they work.
>You put your elbows on the table and lean in when it's cleared, "Hurry up and get over here. Let's get this over with," you say as you motion for Fluttershy to lie on the old wooden table.
>Fluttershy saunters over to the table, she wastes no time in flying to the top of the table. She lies on her belly before sticking her right wing out and to you. "Let's get started alien,"
>You sigh before reluctantly pulling her outstretched wing in to your hands. Unfortunately for you, you have no idea what the hell you're doing. At least this is nothing more than a massage...
>You start by preening her wings, being sure to straighten any out of place feathers you could find. As your  hands run along the smooth texture of her primary feathers Fluttershy sighs happily.
>The more you straightened her feathers, the more she seemed to squirm in your grip. Her wing flutters in your hands.
>You move on from her primary's to her primary converts when your fingers brush the underside of her converts she lets out a soft moan. Wow...you can't be doing that good of a job.
>You don't notice Applejack's reddening cheeks as you continue to work your magic. With the feathers along her converts straightened you move your hands up to the bend of her wing.
>When you feel the bone you start putting a bit more pressure upon them than you did her feathers. You're careful not to use too much force you're not looking to hurt her...yet.
>After a few minutes of massaging the bend of her wing you start to smell something...odd. "Fluttershy what's that smell?" she's quick to respond, "Ignore it...keep going," she coos.
>"If you insist..." you say, unsure of the situation now, when you feel the bend has received enough attention your fingertips trail along the converts and to the axilleries.
>While your right hand focuses her axilleries your left hand focuses upon the node. When you apply pressure both of her wings shoot out from her sides they are stiff to the touch.
>"F...Fluttershy?" you ask, "Please...don't stop..." is her response, the way she says it sends a chill down your spine.
>"I...okay," you say as your fingers start to kneed, it doesn't take long for her to start squirming under your touch.
>The smell starts getting stronger, when you start to kneed with more force her little moans turn up in volume.
>Well, damn you really do have the magic touch don't you? Maybe you could find a job working as a massage therapist or something.
>Your hand start alternating, then you go back to massing and preening areas you've already taken care of. Her entire form is shaking under your grip.
>"Oh...oh sweet Celestia!" Fluttershy cries out. Suddenly her entire body begins to shiver violently...then her eyes seem to roll up in the back of her head.
>Her entire body goes limp and the smell is almost overpowering now. "Applejack is this nor...mal..." you ask as you look over Applejack.
>Her face is as red as the apples you've moved, Fluttershy's face is fairly flushed as well...and she's got this satisfied...lazy grin...and she's panting.
>Oh my god you're a fucking moron, you should have noticed something when the smell started...you may be a virgin but you've watched enough porn to know that...
>You just sexually stimulated Fluttershy...upon realization your hands start to shake. You pull them from Fluttershy's wings as if you were pulling them away from an open flame.
>You feel so...so dirty you look at your hands, disgusted with them...and yourself. You look at the bottom area of Fluttershy to find that the table is a darker color...and its wet.
>Fluttershy speaks to you between breaths, "Thanks...for the...massage...whorse," she laughs. And you are no longer responsible for any following action...
>You feel used, you feel unclean. You've just molested a p0ny, you've done something you'd never think of doing to anything let alone an alien horse.
>But regardless of what you've done, Fluttershy still made a deal with you. Whether she's a total bitch or not is irrelevant, she's going to apologize to Twilight...and to you for having you do this.
>You clench your hands in to fists and grit your teeth, "So is Twilight going to get her apology?" you ask as you angrily stare down Fluttershy.
>Fluttershy waves a forehoof dismissively, "Nah, she's not getting a single thing from me," she smirks. Yeah she's just made a very big mistake.
>You don't like being used, and you really hate liars. You grab the underside of the table Fluttershy is laying on and flip it, knocking Fluttershy on to the barn floor.
>"Hey you freak that hurt!" yelps Fluttershy as she picks herself up off the floor, when she tilts her head to look up at you her little eyes reflect anger.
>She should be afraid, but then again nop0ny has stood up to her so why should she? She'll have to learn fear from you. With a swift kick you knock away the overturned table that separated the two of you.
>"I really don't like liars cunt," you growl before cracking your knuckles. As you approach Fluttershy she has that look of anger and defiance, but her body starts to betray her.
>She starts to back away from you and you walk to close the distance. When you do she backs away from you again, neither of you take your eyes off of the other.
>"You're running out of room to run," you say as you leap to grab the pegasus. Fluttershy tries to fly away but the massage you gave her wing has left her weak.
>She's only able to barely fly over your hands before having to land again, "What's wrong can't fly?" you ask as you get to your feet. Now, Fluttershy is afraid. She looks from you, to her friend, then back to you.
>You reach out to grab her and she darts around you. When she gets over to her friend she says, "Applejack take care of this creep!" Applejack looks from you to Fluttershy before quirking a brow.
>"Ya'll want me to fight an alien?" Applejack asks in disbelief, Fluttershy nods vigorously as you walk over. The two of them are in a corner, there is no escape from you this time.
>You have no bone to pick with Applejack but if she tries to stop the glorious retribution Fluttershy so desperately deserves you won't hold back on the little earth p0ny.
>"Get out of the way country horse," maybe this little warning will be enough. Just then you hear the barn door open behind you. You turn around to find a large...red...p0ny hauling a cart.
>This p0ny stands at a much larger height than the two mares in front of you. You assume this p0ny is a stallion considering the size. His emerald eyes look over you and the two mares you have cornered.
>He separates himself from his cart full of apples and trots over to the three of you. Not knowing what you are causes him to keep a good fifteen feet between you and him, "What in the heck are you an why ya'll got mah sister in the corner," he asks.
>His voice shows that he's being calm about this, probably because he has no idea what you are. Were you a p0ny with his sister and her friend in such a position he probably would have already started charging.
>"Big Mac this big alien molested Fluttershy and he was gonna rape me! Help us big brother!" shouts Applejack, you feel a cold chill run through your body as Big Macintosh narrows his eyes.
>"Please I'm so scared!" Fluttershy adds, you can hear Fluttershy start to break down. Oh those two dirty rotten liars...Big Mac's eyes twist in anger. "Oh this is bullshit!" you shout in frustration.
>Big Mac's voice remains calm, but his tone carries authority, "Git away from mah sister and her friend, now." You immediately back away from Applejack and Fluttershy.
>Big Macintosh trots over to the three of you, causing you to move to the right in order to keep yourself away from him and the mares. He stops when he's standing in between you and them.
>"Big Mac, I know this looks bad, but you've gotta listen to-" he cuts you off, "No, YOU listen alien. Nop0ny does that to mah sister. Now ah'm a gentlecolt so ah'ma give ya five seconds to high tail it out of here before I chase ya'll down and beat ya to a pulp." when he growls you can't help but feel intimidated.
>Well hasn't your day just gotten better? First Twilight's happiness gets flushed down the toilet, then your dumb ass got tricked into pleasuring the one who made Twilight sad.
>Now some country p0ny's big brother is about to make you pay for something you weren't going to do. You have the greatest luck of any living creature known to p0ny kind.
>But seriously, why does it have to be you? All you wanted to do was help Twilight and now it's escalated to this.
>She deserved to be happy, she was miserable before you got here, sure it was annoying but nop0ny was willing to lend a hoof to help. At least Spike is making her hot chocolate.
>"One," Big Mac says; you don't deserve this. You've done nothing but try to help, sure you're angry and sure you want to hurt two p0nies but how can you not be and who in their right mind wouldn't? "Two," says Bic Mac as his posture becomes aggressive.
>You look behind Bic Mac to find Fluttershy and Applejack both giving you a shit eating grin. Your anger has hit a new level you never thought existed.
>Sorry Big Mac but you're in the way, "Three," you walk over to the ladder used to get to the barn's second floor and tip it over.
>It's built for p0nies not for humans of your size, you stomp on the side of it as hard as you can and a portion of it snaps off. You hold the broken piece like a thin club.
>It's not much but it should do something to a p0ny like Mac here. "Four," you hear his hooves dig in to the dirt. You turn around and start walking towards him with your 'club' in hand.
>"Five," you finish for him. You swing the piece of broken wood and before he can react you crack it along his muzzle. His head jerks in the direction you struck, Applejack and Fluttershy gasp in horror.
>"There, maybe that knocked some sense in to yo-" Big Mac tackles you, cutting you off in mid sentence. When you're on your back Big Mac slams his front hooves in to your solar plexus.
>You feel the air leave your lungs and everything around you becomes blurry. You thought your landlord hit hard, that fat italian had nothing on Big Mac.
>As you struggle to get in a breath of air Big Mac swings a front hoof across your jaw, you feel a tooth come loose. When he brings his hoof back for another swing you spit your dislodged tooth at his face.
>You get him right in the eye with it. Big Mac yelps before backing away. You use this time to try to catch your breath.
>When the air finally reaches your lungs Big Mac gets right back to pounding his hooves in to you. Luckily you've brought your arms up to block them, but your arms can't take the blows.
>It's like someone's hitting your arms with a damn truck, if this keeps up he's going to snap the bones in your fore arms.
>When he lifts his hooves for another stomp you bring your knees up to your chest, then you place your feet on Big Mac's belly.
>Using your legs you try to lift Macintosh and by some miracle you're strong enough to do so. You push him away from you and scramble to your feet.
>"Get em big brother!" Applejack shouts, Big Mac turns his body around so he can buck you with his hind hooves. You move in the direction he turned so you can avoid his buck.
>He tries again and again you move in the same direction he does so he misses. You hear him grunt in frustration. He tries a third time, when he does you position yourself so you're parallel to him.
>You run forward and tackle him from the side, you straddle Bic Mac so he's stuck on his side. "Now are you gonna stop and listen to me!" you shout as you try to keep Mac pinned.
>His response is spitting in your face...you lose it...and you just start hitting. You slam your fists down as hard as you can in to the side of Mac's face.
>From the position he's in Macintosh can't get in a good hit, nor can he get up, nor can he defend himself from you. You keep punching his muzzle, his right eye, his head, withers, anywhere you could.
>He tries to tuck his head in to his hooves but you don't let him. You use your right arm to keep his hooves down and you start punching with your left.
>That's when you feel something smack the side of your head, disorienting you. You look around to find an apple on the ground. "Wha..." you turn your attention to the cart Big Macintosh brought in.
>You find Fluttershy standing there, she's glaring and holding apples in her hooves. You growl and try to get to your feet. That's when she starts pelting you with apples.
>Honey Crisps, Macintoshs, Granny Smiths, Red Delicious, and many others pelt in to your chest, face, stomach. You bring up your arms to protect your face  and you start running towards the two.
>That's when you feel a Honey Crisp pelt you right in your nether regions. You groan before clutching to your privates from outside your jeans. You fall to your knees...and those mares keep pelting you.
>You grit your teeth and try to ignore the pain so you can get to your feet. You manage to kneel before you feel a set of hooves slam in to your back.
>You open your mouth in a silent scream before hitting the ground. Your entire world becomes a mixture of colors, the pain coursing through you is indescribable.
>You want to open your mouth and scream but you can't seem to breathe. You want to move around and writhe, but your body seems to have locked up on you...and that's when things get worse.
>Like you, Big Mac doesn't stop...and then Fluttershy joins in. The two of them alternate between each other. There isn't a part of your back end they don't hit.
>Big Mac's and Fluttershy's hooves soon meld together, they both start to hurt equally. There is no relief for you.
>That is until sweet darkness overtakes you and your senses, soon the pain seems to melt away. As your unconscious body is being beaten by Macintosh and Fluttershy, Applejack stares uneasily at the events taking place before her...
>You are Applejack, and from watching your brother and your best friend beating the alien called Anonymous you start to feel pangs of guilty.
>Why were you so quick to lie? He wasn't going to hurt you, just Fluttershy. She took advantage of his ignorance and anger in order to get a cheep thrill...why were you willing to defend her?
>She deserved at least a stern talking to, and she didn't help by rubbing it in and calling him a whorse. IF you were him you'd of bucked her yourself. So rude...so dishonest...just like you.
>Ever since Discord touched your head you've done nothing but laze around and lie to your kin. It'd be over the most ridiculous things too, things that wouldn't even net you in any sort of trouble.
>Little things like 'Did you leave your hat in the chair,' or 'Is Applebloom up yet,' and things of that nature. You'd tell a little fib here and there and things'd be fine and nop0ny ever got hurt from it.
>And now look at what your lies have caused, somep0ny's getting a beating of a lifetime over your lies. He doesn't deserve it, you know it...but you went ahead and lied anyway.
>You can't just sit here and let this happen...but if they know you're lying then Big Mac will get really mad...maybe it'd be better if you just kept quiet and let whatever happens happen.
>But it isn't right. You look at your brother and see the rage billowing from him. He's stomping on Anonymous as hard as he can...and Fluttershy is doing the same.
>"Take that you freak!" Fluttershy screams as she continues to stomp, "Ya dang rapist ya'll get what ya deserve!" He wasn't going to do anything like that at all...so why did you think of something so severe?
>You know in your heart that you've got to say something before it's too late...Anonymous isn't moving...you may already be too late
>You don't notice but as your guilt grows your color starts to return, as your heart aches over Anonymous' undeserved beating your colors start to cover you bit by bit.
>"S...stop," you say barely above a whisper. Neither of them hear you, as you get to your hooves your color starts snaking over your cutie mark and mid section.
>"Stop!" you shout before breaking off in to a gallop towards your brother and friend, you start by yanking on your brother's tail.
>You don't know where you found the strength to do it but you start literally pulling your brother off of Anonymous. When Macintosh's hoof connects with the dirt he finally realizes what's going on.
>"What is it Applejack? Ya'll wanna beat em up too? Go right ahead ah won't stop ya," he starts rubbing the swelling around his eye. When he smiles you can see that he's cut his lip at some point.
>You shake your head and his good brow is raised, "What's goin on sis? What's wrong?" you avert your eyes from Macintosh, "And what's with yer coat?" you start tapping your hooves on the ground in anticipation.
>"Ah..." your color starts creeping up your neck, "Ah..." your mane and tail turn back in to their blonde hue, "Ah lied.." and finally your eyes regain their green tint.
>"W...wha?" Big Macintosh asks as he takes a seat in the dirt, "Ah lied...the alie...Anonymous wasn't gonna rape me...he was gonna hit Fluttershy for tricking em into doin somethin inappropriate. He wasn't gonna touch me,"
>Silence falls between the two of you, the only noise that can be heard is Fluttershy's hooves as they connect with Anonymous' unconscious form.
>"Are ya'll...are ya'll serious?" Macintosh asks as he starts to look over his own hooves in horror, you nod, "Ah was under pressure...and ah...ah had tah lie," Big Macintosh's response is an angry one.
>"What kinda excuse is that?! Do ya'll know what ah was tryin ta do? Ah was gonna kill em Applejack!" Big Macintosh wastes no time in turning around and swatting Fluttershy away from Anon.
>"Hey!" she shouts in frustration, as she turns to face Macintosh her response is cut short by Big Mac's furious glare, "Ya'll went along with that lie, what the hay's wrong with you?!" Mac shouts
>"What? Applejack you told him the truth?! What gives and here I thought you were cool," she shoots Applejack a look of disappointment.
>"Ah don't care why ya'll did it, but ah do know one thing. Ah don't hit mares but if ya'll don't skedaddle ah'll make an exception for you," Big Mac's threats aren't to be taken lightly.
>Fluttershy knows this fact, "Whatever, I don't wanna hang out with a bunch of losers anyway," and with that Fluttershy takes to the air. She flies out of the barn door and out of sight.
>You look out the open barn doors after her, Fluttershy has really changed...just like you and not for the better. The sound of something being dragged catches your attention.
>Big Mac has the hood of Anonymous' jacket in his teeth, he's dragging him towards the apple cart. When he puts Anon next to the cart Mac dumps it of all its contents. Apples go spilling in to the floor.
>"Big Mac what ya'll doin?" you ask as you trot over to him, "Ah'm takin em to the hospital, he's barely breathin. Ya'll need ta help me load em up."
>You nod before helping your brother empty out whatever apples remain in the cart, when it's clear you position yourself under Anon's legs while Big Mac lifts Anonymous' upper body with his head.
>Since neither of you have magic to help it takes the two of you a moment to get Anonymous situated in your apple cart.
>The two of you manage to set Anonymous on his back...his long arms and legs dangle over the edges of your cart. He's a lot larger than you thought, that and another thought comes to mind.
>Would anyp0ny at the hospital actually know how to help an alien? Well, he did mention an apology to Twilight, maybe bringing Anon to her would work out better.
>"Hey Mac change of plans," you say as you hitch the cart to your brother. He looks to you with his good eye, "We're takin em to Twilight,"