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The Little Things [AiE]

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  1. >The sun!
  2. >THE SUN!!!
  3. >You can try to roll over, but the mirror set on the dresser opposite of the window just reflects it back into your eyes.
  4. >In a fit of rage you throw the blanket off of you and stand.
  5. "Alright! I'm up!" you shout at no one in particular.
  6. >You stomp over to the window and force the curtains closed with a burning hatred for all things who enjoy the light.
  7. >A little orange ball on your bed yawns and slowly opens her eyes.
  8. >"Morning, sugarcube," she says with a smile. "Sleep well?"
  9. "Well you know I would sleep better if your god-queen wasn't a totally bitch."
  10. >Applejack laughed at your outburst.
  11. >"You have no problem waking up before the sun on any other day," she says.
  12. "It's Saturday!" you shout. "I have the right to sleep in until noon."
  13. >Applejack rolls her eyes at you.
  14. >You have this discussion every weekend.
  15. >"Well how about we get out day started?" she asked, rolling out of bed.
  16. "Well, awrighty, miss," you say, mimicking her accent. "Ah don't suppose y'all have any plans fer tonight?"
  17. >She chucks the nearest pillow at you.
  18. >You dodge it and it crashes into the window sill, knocking several things down.
  19. >She gasped and covered her mouth with her hooves, her face turning red.
  20. >Oh God, that was so adorable.
  21. >You pick up the knick knacks off the floor and place them back onto the window sill.
  22. >"Well now that you mention it, there is a particular stallion who promised to take me out on a date tonight."
  23. >Applejack looks at you with sultry eyes and flutters her lashes.
  24. >"I hope you don't have a problem with that."
  25. "Who is he!?" you shout in mock rage. "I whoop his ass to next Sunday!"
  26. >She rolls her eyes.
  27. >"Sugarcube, you and I both know you couldn't fight your way out of basket full of rabbits."
  28. "But rabbits can be vicious..."
  29.  
  30. >You get dressed, Applejack puts on her stetson, and you both head downstairs.
  31. >"Anonymous!" greeted Applebloom.
  32. "Hey, Applebloom."
  33. >"Good morning, sonny. Applejack," greeted Granny Smith, nodding at each of you. "Sleep well?"
  34. "Little bit. I'd sleep better if your grand daughter, here, didn't have such a fat butt. She takes up the whole bed."
  35. >Applejack punches you in the side.
  36. >You yelp more in surprise than pain and laugh it off.
  37. >"I am not that fat," she claims defensively. "And I told you it's going to be a while before I can afford a larger bed."
  38. "You should exercise more. Or less. All that work in the fields goes right to your thighs. That can't be healthy."
  39. >Another kick to the side.
  40. >"My butt is not that big!"
  41. "It takes up half the bed! Of course it's big! And it crushed me when you decide to sleep on top of me!"
  42. >"Tssk!" hissed Granny Smith at the two of you.
  43. >You both look at her nodding towards Applebloom from behind.
  44. >You weren't even talking sexual, but alright.
  45.  
  46. >Granny Smith goes back to frying up some eggs, toast, and an apple-based desert for breakfast.
  47. >It's probably fritters or turnovers.
  48. >You can't exactly see in the oven, but if you know Granny Smith, it's probably one of the two.
  49. >Applejack takes a seat and Applebloom chats her up about her and her friends' plans for the day.
  50. >You make your way to the fridge and peer inside at the glorious food stores.
  51. >A carton of milk catches your eye.
  52. >Being as thirsty as you are, you grab the carton, open it up, and take a drink.
  53. >Your eyes shoot open wide and you gag into the carton of milk.
  54. >You pull it away from your mouth and have a major coughing fit.
  55. "Aww! It's sour!" cry with your tongue hanging out.
  56. >Applejack and Applebloom burst into laughter at your cries and at the funny face you made doing it.
  57. >"How long has that milk been in there?" asked Applejack.
  58. >You close the carton and put it back in the fridge.
  59. "No idea."
  60. >You settle for a glass of orange juice and take a seat at the table.
  61. "Hey, where's Big Mac?"
  62. >"I do believe he's out in the fields already," answered Granny Smith. "Big festival coming up."
  63. >Applejack's face went pale.
  64. >"Oh my gosh, that's right! The harvest festival is next week, isn't it!?"
  65. "Aw crap. That means more work, doesn't it?"
  66. >"You know it, partner."
  67. >Normally the family would slowly build up their food stores to sell at the festival as various desserts or just plain apples.
  68. >You and Applejack have been so distracted recently that you completely forgot.
  69. >This is going to suck.
  70. >Granny Smith serves up your breakfast and you and Applejack chow down fast.
  71. >You have a full day of work ahead of you before you can do anything tonight.
  72. >And it was supposed to be your day off...
  73.  
  74. >The two of you take a turnover to go as you head out to the fields for the day's work.
  75. >You haul baskets as Applejack and Big Mac fill them.
  76. >Seeing as he'd been out here all morning, Big Mac had several baskets already waiting for you.
  77. >You split up as Applejack heads for the fields and you get started carting away the baskets to the cellar.
  78. >Initially, you're pretty pissed off at the fact you have to work today of all days.
  79. >You will still have tomorrow off for sure, but it's just not the same.
  80. >Work, work, work.
  81. >All day long.
  82. >As much as you hate working, there's just something therapeutic about it.
  83. >The amount of alone time you get is pretty relazing in itself.
  84. >It gives you plenty of time to just think.
  85. >Think about work, the family, Applejack, or just life in general.
  86. >And it makes you feel...
  87. >Happy.
  88. >The more you think about, there is literally nothing you should be distressed about at this point in your life.
  89. >Oh, you have to work on your day off?
  90. >Cry more.
  91. >It's a minor inconvenience compared to everything else that's going on.
  92. >You've got a great life.
  93. >The love and support of an amazing family.
  94. >One particular mare in particular.
  95. >Work is hard, yes, but honest in its returns.
  96. >The sweat and blood has toned the various parts of your body over months upon months of working for the Apples.
  97. >Applejack can deny that she swoons over you, but you know how stubborn she can be.
  98. >She can't resist your charms and devilish smile.
  99. >And you give her constant flak for it, but it's all in good fun.
  100. >You're going to get your ass kicked one of these days being the cocky bastard you are, but you'll probably laugh while it's happening.
  101.  
  102. >The sun's shining, birds are singing, and you're whistling as you work.
  103. >It's neither drink nor drug induced.
  104. >You just can't stay upset.
  105. >Life is perfect and you're feeling pretty damn good.
  106. >Lunch roll around and you decide now is a better time than ever to munch on your apple turnover.
  107. >You drop of your current load of baskets to the cellar and lay back on a pile of hay in the barn.
  108. >God, you love Granny Smith's cooking...
  109. >You finish your snack faster than you would have liked and just kick back in the hay for a while longer.
  110. >Now would be the perfect time for a nap.
  111. >Especially in the cool air of the barn.
  112. >Heh... Applejack would probably beat your ass if she found you-
  113. >A thought comes to mind.
  114. >You contemplate lying here for a little while longer, but groan and decide to roll off of your spot to stand.
  115. >To the fields you go in search of Applejack.
  116. >It takes a while to find her as she's not in the area you would have expected.
  117. >With her back turned to you, she continues bucking trees and checking her handiwork.
  118. >Being the ninja you are, you move from tree to tree to try and get the jump on her.
  119. >You manage to get close enough that you could dive and tackle her.
  120. >She moves to the tree you are currently behind, looks up to inspect the apples, and then turns to buck.
  121. >You take this opportunity to step out and-
  122. >She bucks back, but misses the tree entirely.
  123. >Instead, she bucks you in our outstretched leg.
  124. "OW! Bitch!" you yelp as you crumple to the ground in a heap.
  125.  
  126. >Applejack walks up with a shit-eating grin as you nurse your leg.
  127. >"I thought you'd have learned by now that you can't sneak up on me," she proclaims.
  128. >You massage the tender flesh of your bruised leg.
  129. "I'll get you eventually."
  130. >Applejack extends a hoof to help you to your feet.
  131. >"So why ain't you working?" she asked.
  132. "I was actually just thinking of something."
  133. >You rise to your feet, but lurch a little as you feel your leg almost give out from under you.
  134. >"What's that?"
  135. "I know we're supposed to be working for the festival next week, but would you be against cutting a bit early for our date tonight?"
  136. >"Anon, you know how I feel about-"
  137. "Yeah, I know," you interupt. "But come on. It's a special night."
  138. >Applejack ponders your proposal before solemnly shaking her head.
  139. >"I can't do it, Anon. It would go against all I believe in."
  140. >Crap.
  141. >You had a feeling she'd say that.
  142. "Alright, then. I understand. But we'll still have time for dinner, right? We'v been planning this night for a while now."
  143. >Applejack holds a confident hoof out before her.
  144. >"You can count on it, sugarcube. I wouldn't miss it for the world."
  145. "Awesome. Well, I'd best be getting back. See you in a few hours."
  146. >You turn and start to walk away.
  147. >"Later, hun."
  148. >You stop and turn your head back to Applejack who was already back to bucking.
  149. >You smile and continue on.
  150.  
  151. >Six o'clock rolls around.
  152. >It's not quite sundown yet, but you still need to get ready and travel to town on top of being a few minutes early to dinner.
  153. >You stack the last of the apple baskets for the night and lock up the cellar.
  154. >In the house, you take a shower and change clothes.
  155. >Nothing fancy, but nothing too inappropriate either.
  156. >You found yourself sitting on the front porch swing not long after as you waited for Applejack.
  157. >Granny Smith joined you on her rocker and Winona lied in your lap as you scratched behind her ears.
  158. >The sun was setting and the moon was about to crest the horizon.
  159. >"Applejack might want to hurry, else you youngin's be late," said Granny Smith.
  160. "My thoughts exactly."
  161. >About that time is when Applejack came galloping up to the porch.
  162. "Evening, sweet cheeks," you taunt.
  163. >"Oh, shove it," replied Applejack. "And sorry I'm late. I just had to finish before I could leave."
  164. "Fair enough. Go take a shower and we can take off."
  165. >"Alrighty then."
  166. >You watched Applejack trot inside and proceeded to stare at the door after she had disappeared from view.
  167. >"Sometimes I thank Celestia she found you," said Granny Smith.
  168. >Your gaze moves from the door to Granny Smith who was staring off into the distance from her chair.
  169. >"She would be lost without someone like you to tie her down."
  170. >You don't reply, but take her words as food for thought.
  171. >She's a wild one, that's for sure.
  172. >But to actually be considered being the anchor in her life?
  173. >That sounds to you like a massive exaggeration, but who to know better than Granny Smith herself?
  174.  
  175. >You wait outside on the porch with Granny Smith for a while longer.
  176. >Unbeknownst to you, you start tapping your foot in impatience.
  177. >"Calm down, sonny," spoke Granny Smith again.
  178. >You question her a moment before you realize what you were doing and stop.
  179. >"You're gonna be waiting up for her quite often," she continues. "Patience is an often-forgotten virtue in a long-term relationship."
  180. >Applejack comes clambering out of the house at that instant.
  181. >She was wearing her Gala dress and had her boots halfway on as she hopped through the door.
  182. >She eventually decided to just kick them off entirely and stood before you with a nervous smile.
  183. >"R-Ready when-"
  184. >She kicked off the last boot that was barely hanging on to her hoof.
  185. >"Ready when you are."
  186. >You trade a glance with Granny Smith before looking back at Applejack.
  187. "I thought you said this wasn't a fancy dinner?"
  188. "So what's with the, uh..."
  189. >You move your hands with an "all over" motion.
  190. >"What? A mare can't gussy up once in a while for her date?"
  191. "Well now I can't help but feel a little under-dressed."
  192. >You tug at the bottom of your shirt for emphasis.
  193. >"You look fine," complimented Applejack.
  194. "And you look beautiful," you reply.
  195. >Her blush is clearly visible around her freckles.
  196. "Welp," you clap your hands once and stand, Winona hopping of your lap and lying down by Granny Smith. "After you?"
  197. >You bow and motion ahead to the front gate like a gentleman.
  198. >Applejack takes the lead and you follow right behind as you start your way to Ponyville.
  199. >Granny Smith just smiles and rocks in her chair.
  200. >"She's be lost without him to tie her down," she says to herself.
  201. >Winona lifted her head to glance at Granny before lying it back down on the porch.
  202.  
  203. >Casual chatting passed the time into Ponyville.
  204. >As did a lot of trash-talkng, physical abuse, and laughter.
  205. >Applejack had commented about how it was a good thing she didn't wear her boots on the long walk to town and back.
  206. >She also made it clear that she can kick you and not worry about ruining them.
  207. >The restaraunt you were scheduled to dine at wasn't too fancy.
  208. >It IS Ponyville, afterall.
  209. >But for some reason, Applejack insisted on dressing up in her best.
  210. >The two of you walk side-by-side to the usher and his podium just outside the door.
  211. >Applejack steps ahead of you to speak with him.
  212. >"Applejack. Table for two," she declares.
  213. >The usher mumbles the name to himself as he peruses the list of names.
  214. >"I'm sorry ma'am, but we already gave your table away."
  215. >"WHAT!?" shouted Applejack.
  216. >She looked up at the clock behind the usher pony.
  217. >"We're two minutes late!" she shouted, pointing up at the clock.
  218. >"Uh, no, ma'am. You're actually 32 minutes late. We have your table reserved for 7:30 pm."
  219. >"You're kidding me!"
  220. "AJ, calm down. It's not that big a deal," you tell her, trying to calm the apple pony.
  221. >She wasn't having any of it.
  222. >"I know for fact I reserved that 8 o'clock tonight!"
  223. >The usher turned his book towards Applejack.
  224. >"Ma'am, if you would look here, you can see-"
  225. >Applejack slapped the book away from her.
  226. >"That's horse shit and you know it!" she shouted as loud as she could.
  227. >You quickly jumped forward and picked her up from behind and held her tight against your chest.
  228. >She kicked and yelled more insults towards the usher.
  229. "We're sorry for bothering you," you state quickly as you carry your date away from the restaraunt.
  230. >The usher just stood there in stunned silence, his jaw hanging open.
  231.  
  232. >"Let go of me!" shout Applejack.
  233. >She kicked her legs out and tried to squirm free of your grip.
  234. >You held on tight.
  235. "Applejack, calm down," you tell her in a calm voice.
  236. >"I said let go of me! I ain't finished yet!"
  237. "AJ. Calm down," you say a bit more sternly.
  238. >"Put me down!"
  239. >You put one hand over her mouth and put your mouth directly over her ear.
  240. "Applejack. Calm. The hell. Down."
  241. >She mumbled into your hand and kick a bit more before quickly calming down.
  242. >You took you hand off her lips when she showed physical signs of getting over her tantrum.
  243. >She took one deep breath and just stared at the ground before her.
  244. >And then she just hung there in your arms, not fighting, but not shouting anymore.
  245. >As if on cue, and as if this night couldn't get worse, the sky let go with a cold and steady rain.
  246. >You felt the water run over your hands as they fell from her face.
  247. >It was only after you felt her twitch with her sniffles that you realized she was crying.
  248. >You took a knee on a wet ground and tuned her around to face you.
  249. >And you embraced her in a long, warm hug.
  250. >She sniffed wiped her eyes on your shoulder.
  251. >You sat like this for a good minute.
  252. >Then Applejack felt your shoulders move.
  253. >You tried to stifle yourself and not let her see you laugh.
  254. >You were failing hard.
  255. "Hey AJ," you sinfally say.
  256. >*Sniff* "What?" she asked.
  257. "You said a swear."
  258. >Applejack quickly stopped sniffling and you could feel a chuckle ripple through her body.
  259. >"Heheh. No I didn't," she said.
  260. "Oh, I think you did, lassie. You said horse sh-"
  261. >A soft hit on your back with the leg she had wrapped around you.
  262. >"I think you're hearing things," she replied.
  263. >You could feel her cheeks move against yours as a smile came over her.
  264.  
  265. >The walk home was indeed a lot more entertaining than the walk to town.
  266. >You had stopped off at the grocery just before they closed up shop and got a cheap 6 bit bottle of wine.
  267. >The two of you ran and danced through the rain as you went.
  268. >Applejack's dress was already ruined, so why care anymore?
  269. >Each of you splashed and played in the puddles like you were kids and spinning around like you were insane.
  270. >If Applejack ever had a doubt before, now she would be 100% satisfied with her decision to ditch her boots.
  271. >She would be downright miserable right now.
  272. >Kicking your feet off back at the house, you went inside and noticed all the lights were off.
  273. >The rest of them must be out or asleep.
  274. >You both head up to your room and ditch your wet clothes.
  275. >You slip into shorts and a t-shirt and Applejack settles for a towel dry.
  276. >Back downstairs, you initiate Plan B.
  277. >Before you get started, however, a note sits on the kitchen table.
  278. >'Hope for the best, prepare for the worst. There's two plates in oven. Have fun, you two,' the note read.
  279. >Signed by Granny Smith.
  280. >You check the oven and, sure enough, two dinner plates ready for the both of you sat inside on a tray.
  281. "Oh, she's good," you say out loud.
  282. >"What?" asked Applejack.
  283. >You pull your dinner out of the oven and set it on the table followed by holding the noted up for Applejack to see.
  284. "Granny Smith," you say before setting the note on the table.
  285. >"I told her not to worry about it," Applejack mumbled to herself.
  286. "What was that?"
  287. >"Nothing. So what is Plan B?"
  288.  
  289. >Plan B looks like Granny Smith's home cooking for dinner accompanied by your cheap bottle of wine from earlier.
  290. >You had shut the lights off and lit a few candles as well.
  291. >Neither of you said much through dinner.
  292. >You just stared and smiled across the table at each other like idiots.
  293. >When dinner was finished, you both polished off the rest of the bottle of wine and headed upstairs to the bedroom.
  294. >You can't recall recently when the last time you had made a little love together.
  295. >It was way overdue and you were both feeling it tonight.
  296. >You slipped into bed, Applejack sliding beneath the covers beside you.
  297. >Passionate kisses fly and your hands start feeling adventurous.
  298. >Your actions brings soft coos and moans from your partner.
  299. >And then your door slowly cracks open.
  300. >The hallway light filtering in from the doorway is your cue to retract your hands back to yourself.
  301. >The silhouette of a small yellow filly with her signature hair bow stands against the bright hallway light in the frame of your bedroom door.
  302. >"Applejack?" she softly calls into the darkness. "Anonymous?"
  303. >"What is it, Applebloom?" asked Applejack, her tone revealing her obvious irritation.
  304. >"I... I can't sleep... I had a nightmare..."
  305. >You and your lover lie in silence for a moment.
  306. >Then Applejack whispers to you.
  307. >"A sister needs to do her job," she says. "Come on up and sleep in between for tonight," Applejack said to her younger sister.
  308. "Aw come on," you whisper back.
  309. >"It's only for tonight. Maybe next time," she says with a smile.
  310. >Well who the hell knows when that's going to be?
  311. >Applebloom climbs onto the foot of your bed and walks up between the two of you.
  312. >You lift the covers to allow her to curl up between you.
  313. >Applejack throws a leg over her, and you and arm over the two of them.
  314. >There will be other nights.
  315. >You recall several thoughts from earlier this morning.
  316. >This is definitely a perfect life if you ever saw one.
  317. >And also, you really need to invest in a larger bed.
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