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- >The sun!
- >THE SUN!!!
- >You can try to roll over, but the mirror set on the dresser opposite of the window just reflects it back into your eyes.
- >In a fit of rage you throw the blanket off of you and stand.
- "Alright! I'm up!" you shout at no one in particular.
- >You stomp over to the window and force the curtains closed with a burning hatred for all things who enjoy the light.
- >A little orange ball on your bed yawns and slowly opens her eyes.
- >"Morning, sugarcube," she says with a smile. "Sleep well?"
- "Well you know I would sleep better if your god-queen wasn't a totally bitch."
- >Applejack laughed at your outburst.
- >"You have no problem waking up before the sun on any other day," she says.
- "It's Saturday!" you shout. "I have the right to sleep in until noon."
- >Applejack rolls her eyes at you.
- >You have this discussion every weekend.
- >"Well how about we get out day started?" she asked, rolling out of bed.
- "Well, awrighty, miss," you say, mimicking her accent. "Ah don't suppose y'all have any plans fer tonight?"
- >She chucks the nearest pillow at you.
- >You dodge it and it crashes into the window sill, knocking several things down.
- >She gasped and covered her mouth with her hooves, her face turning red.
- >Oh God, that was so adorable.
- >You pick up the knick knacks off the floor and place them back onto the window sill.
- >"Well now that you mention it, there is a particular stallion who promised to take me out on a date tonight."
- >Applejack looks at you with sultry eyes and flutters her lashes.
- >"I hope you don't have a problem with that."
- "Who is he!?" you shout in mock rage. "I whoop his ass to next Sunday!"
- >She rolls her eyes.
- >"Sugarcube, you and I both know you couldn't fight your way out of basket full of rabbits."
- "But rabbits can be vicious..."
- >You get dressed, Applejack puts on her stetson, and you both head downstairs.
- >"Anonymous!" greeted Applebloom.
- "Hey, Applebloom."
- >"Good morning, sonny. Applejack," greeted Granny Smith, nodding at each of you. "Sleep well?"
- "Little bit. I'd sleep better if your grand daughter, here, didn't have such a fat butt. She takes up the whole bed."
- >Applejack punches you in the side.
- >You yelp more in surprise than pain and laugh it off.
- >"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."
- "You should exercise more. Or less. All that work in the fields goes right to your thighs. That can't be healthy."
- >Another kick to the side.
- >"My butt is not that big!"
- "It takes up half the bed! Of course it's big! And it crushed me when you decide to sleep on top of me!"
- >"Tssk!" hissed Granny Smith at the two of you.
- >You both look at her nodding towards Applebloom from behind.
- >You weren't even talking sexual, but alright.
- >Granny Smith goes back to frying up some eggs, toast, and an apple-based desert for breakfast.
- >It's probably fritters or turnovers.
- >You can't exactly see in the oven, but if you know Granny Smith, it's probably one of the two.
- >Applejack takes a seat and Applebloom chats her up about her and her friends' plans for the day.
- >You make your way to the fridge and peer inside at the glorious food stores.
- >A carton of milk catches your eye.
- >Being as thirsty as you are, you grab the carton, open it up, and take a drink.
- >Your eyes shoot open wide and you gag into the carton of milk.
- >You pull it away from your mouth and have a major coughing fit.
- "Aww! It's sour!" cry with your tongue hanging out.
- >Applejack and Applebloom burst into laughter at your cries and at the funny face you made doing it.
- >"How long has that milk been in there?" asked Applejack.
- >You close the carton and put it back in the fridge.
- "No idea."
- >You settle for a glass of orange juice and take a seat at the table.
- "Hey, where's Big Mac?"
- >"I do believe he's out in the fields already," answered Granny Smith. "Big festival coming up."
- >Applejack's face went pale.
- >"Oh my gosh, that's right! The harvest festival is next week, isn't it!?"
- "Aw crap. That means more work, doesn't it?"
- >"You know it, partner."
- >Normally the family would slowly build up their food stores to sell at the festival as various desserts or just plain apples.
- >You and Applejack have been so distracted recently that you completely forgot.
- >This is going to suck.
- >Granny Smith serves up your breakfast and you and Applejack chow down fast.
- >You have a full day of work ahead of you before you can do anything tonight.
- >And it was supposed to be your day off...
- >The two of you take a turnover to go as you head out to the fields for the day's work.
- >You haul baskets as Applejack and Big Mac fill them.
- >Seeing as he'd been out here all morning, Big Mac had several baskets already waiting for you.
- >You split up as Applejack heads for the fields and you get started carting away the baskets to the cellar.
- >Initially, you're pretty pissed off at the fact you have to work today of all days.
- >You will still have tomorrow off for sure, but it's just not the same.
- >Work, work, work.
- >All day long.
- >As much as you hate working, there's just something therapeutic about it.
- >The amount of alone time you get is pretty relazing in itself.
- >It gives you plenty of time to just think.
- >Think about work, the family, Applejack, or just life in general.
- >And it makes you feel...
- >Happy.
- >The more you think about, there is literally nothing you should be distressed about at this point in your life.
- >Oh, you have to work on your day off?
- >Cry more.
- >It's a minor inconvenience compared to everything else that's going on.
- >You've got a great life.
- >The love and support of an amazing family.
- >One particular mare in particular.
- >Work is hard, yes, but honest in its returns.
- >The sweat and blood has toned the various parts of your body over months upon months of working for the Apples.
- >Applejack can deny that she swoons over you, but you know how stubborn she can be.
- >She can't resist your charms and devilish smile.
- >And you give her constant flak for it, but it's all in good fun.
- >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.
- >The sun's shining, birds are singing, and you're whistling as you work.
- >It's neither drink nor drug induced.
- >You just can't stay upset.
- >Life is perfect and you're feeling pretty damn good.
- >Lunch roll around and you decide now is a better time than ever to munch on your apple turnover.
- >You drop of your current load of baskets to the cellar and lay back on a pile of hay in the barn.
- >God, you love Granny Smith's cooking...
- >You finish your snack faster than you would have liked and just kick back in the hay for a while longer.
- >Now would be the perfect time for a nap.
- >Especially in the cool air of the barn.
- >Heh... Applejack would probably beat your ass if she found you-
- >A thought comes to mind.
- >You contemplate lying here for a little while longer, but groan and decide to roll off of your spot to stand.
- >To the fields you go in search of Applejack.
- >It takes a while to find her as she's not in the area you would have expected.
- >With her back turned to you, she continues bucking trees and checking her handiwork.
- >Being the ninja you are, you move from tree to tree to try and get the jump on her.
- >You manage to get close enough that you could dive and tackle her.
- >She moves to the tree you are currently behind, looks up to inspect the apples, and then turns to buck.
- >You take this opportunity to step out and-
- >She bucks back, but misses the tree entirely.
- >Instead, she bucks you in our outstretched leg.
- "OW! Bitch!" you yelp as you crumple to the ground in a heap.
- >Applejack walks up with a shit-eating grin as you nurse your leg.
- >"I thought you'd have learned by now that you can't sneak up on me," she proclaims.
- >You massage the tender flesh of your bruised leg.
- "I'll get you eventually."
- >Applejack extends a hoof to help you to your feet.
- >"So why ain't you working?" she asked.
- "I was actually just thinking of something."
- >You rise to your feet, but lurch a little as you feel your leg almost give out from under you.
- >"What's that?"
- "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?"
- >"Anon, you know how I feel about-"
- "Yeah, I know," you interupt. "But come on. It's a special night."
- >Applejack ponders your proposal before solemnly shaking her head.
- >"I can't do it, Anon. It would go against all I believe in."
- >Crap.
- >You had a feeling she'd say that.
- "Alright, then. I understand. But we'll still have time for dinner, right? We'v been planning this night for a while now."
- >Applejack holds a confident hoof out before her.
- >"You can count on it, sugarcube. I wouldn't miss it for the world."
- "Awesome. Well, I'd best be getting back. See you in a few hours."
- >You turn and start to walk away.
- >"Later, hun."
- >You stop and turn your head back to Applejack who was already back to bucking.
- >You smile and continue on.
- >Six o'clock rolls around.
- >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.
- >You stack the last of the apple baskets for the night and lock up the cellar.
- >In the house, you take a shower and change clothes.
- >Nothing fancy, but nothing too inappropriate either.
- >You found yourself sitting on the front porch swing not long after as you waited for Applejack.
- >Granny Smith joined you on her rocker and Winona lied in your lap as you scratched behind her ears.
- >The sun was setting and the moon was about to crest the horizon.
- >"Applejack might want to hurry, else you youngin's be late," said Granny Smith.
- "My thoughts exactly."
- >About that time is when Applejack came galloping up to the porch.
- "Evening, sweet cheeks," you taunt.
- >"Oh, shove it," replied Applejack. "And sorry I'm late. I just had to finish before I could leave."
- "Fair enough. Go take a shower and we can take off."
- >"Alrighty then."
- >You watched Applejack trot inside and proceeded to stare at the door after she had disappeared from view.
- >"Sometimes I thank Celestia she found you," said Granny Smith.
- >Your gaze moves from the door to Granny Smith who was staring off into the distance from her chair.
- >"She would be lost without someone like you to tie her down."
- >You don't reply, but take her words as food for thought.
- >She's a wild one, that's for sure.
- >But to actually be considered being the anchor in her life?
- >That sounds to you like a massive exaggeration, but who to know better than Granny Smith herself?
- >You wait outside on the porch with Granny Smith for a while longer.
- >Unbeknownst to you, you start tapping your foot in impatience.
- >"Calm down, sonny," spoke Granny Smith again.
- >You question her a moment before you realize what you were doing and stop.
- >"You're gonna be waiting up for her quite often," she continues. "Patience is an often-forgotten virtue in a long-term relationship."
- >Applejack comes clambering out of the house at that instant.
- >She was wearing her Gala dress and had her boots halfway on as she hopped through the door.
- >She eventually decided to just kick them off entirely and stood before you with a nervous smile.
- >"R-Ready when-"
- >She kicked off the last boot that was barely hanging on to her hoof.
- >"Ready when you are."
- >You trade a glance with Granny Smith before looking back at Applejack.
- "I thought you said this wasn't a fancy dinner?"
- "So what's with the, uh..."
- >You move your hands with an "all over" motion.
- >"What? A mare can't gussy up once in a while for her date?"
- "Well now I can't help but feel a little under-dressed."
- >You tug at the bottom of your shirt for emphasis.
- >"You look fine," complimented Applejack.
- "And you look beautiful," you reply.
- >Her blush is clearly visible around her freckles.
- "Welp," you clap your hands once and stand, Winona hopping of your lap and lying down by Granny Smith. "After you?"
- >You bow and motion ahead to the front gate like a gentleman.
- >Applejack takes the lead and you follow right behind as you start your way to Ponyville.
- >Granny Smith just smiles and rocks in her chair.
- >"She's be lost without him to tie her down," she says to herself.
- >Winona lifted her head to glance at Granny before lying it back down on the porch.
- >Casual chatting passed the time into Ponyville.
- >As did a lot of trash-talkng, physical abuse, and laughter.
- >Applejack had commented about how it was a good thing she didn't wear her boots on the long walk to town and back.
- >She also made it clear that she can kick you and not worry about ruining them.
- >The restaraunt you were scheduled to dine at wasn't too fancy.
- >It IS Ponyville, afterall.
- >But for some reason, Applejack insisted on dressing up in her best.
- >The two of you walk side-by-side to the usher and his podium just outside the door.
- >Applejack steps ahead of you to speak with him.
- >"Applejack. Table for two," she declares.
- >The usher mumbles the name to himself as he peruses the list of names.
- >"I'm sorry ma'am, but we already gave your table away."
- >"WHAT!?" shouted Applejack.
- >She looked up at the clock behind the usher pony.
- >"We're two minutes late!" she shouted, pointing up at the clock.
- >"Uh, no, ma'am. You're actually 32 minutes late. We have your table reserved for 7:30 pm."
- >"You're kidding me!"
- "AJ, calm down. It's not that big a deal," you tell her, trying to calm the apple pony.
- >She wasn't having any of it.
- >"I know for fact I reserved that 8 o'clock tonight!"
- >The usher turned his book towards Applejack.
- >"Ma'am, if you would look here, you can see-"
- >Applejack slapped the book away from her.
- >"That's horse shit and you know it!" she shouted as loud as she could.
- >You quickly jumped forward and picked her up from behind and held her tight against your chest.
- >She kicked and yelled more insults towards the usher.
- "We're sorry for bothering you," you state quickly as you carry your date away from the restaraunt.
- >The usher just stood there in stunned silence, his jaw hanging open.
- >"Let go of me!" shout Applejack.
- >She kicked her legs out and tried to squirm free of your grip.
- >You held on tight.
- "Applejack, calm down," you tell her in a calm voice.
- >"I said let go of me! I ain't finished yet!"
- "AJ. Calm down," you say a bit more sternly.
- >"Put me down!"
- >You put one hand over her mouth and put your mouth directly over her ear.
- "Applejack. Calm. The hell. Down."
- >She mumbled into your hand and kick a bit more before quickly calming down.
- >You took you hand off her lips when she showed physical signs of getting over her tantrum.
- >She took one deep breath and just stared at the ground before her.
- >And then she just hung there in your arms, not fighting, but not shouting anymore.
- >As if on cue, and as if this night couldn't get worse, the sky let go with a cold and steady rain.
- >You felt the water run over your hands as they fell from her face.
- >It was only after you felt her twitch with her sniffles that you realized she was crying.
- >You took a knee on a wet ground and tuned her around to face you.
- >And you embraced her in a long, warm hug.
- >She sniffed wiped her eyes on your shoulder.
- >You sat like this for a good minute.
- >Then Applejack felt your shoulders move.
- >You tried to stifle yourself and not let her see you laugh.
- >You were failing hard.
- "Hey AJ," you sinfally say.
- >*Sniff* "What?" she asked.
- "You said a swear."
- >Applejack quickly stopped sniffling and you could feel a chuckle ripple through her body.
- >"Heheh. No I didn't," she said.
- "Oh, I think you did, lassie. You said horse sh-"
- >A soft hit on your back with the leg she had wrapped around you.
- >"I think you're hearing things," she replied.
- >You could feel her cheeks move against yours as a smile came over her.
- >The walk home was indeed a lot more entertaining than the walk to town.
- >You had stopped off at the grocery just before they closed up shop and got a cheap 6 bit bottle of wine.
- >The two of you ran and danced through the rain as you went.
- >Applejack's dress was already ruined, so why care anymore?
- >Each of you splashed and played in the puddles like you were kids and spinning around like you were insane.
- >If Applejack ever had a doubt before, now she would be 100% satisfied with her decision to ditch her boots.
- >She would be downright miserable right now.
- >Kicking your feet off back at the house, you went inside and noticed all the lights were off.
- >The rest of them must be out or asleep.
- >You both head up to your room and ditch your wet clothes.
- >You slip into shorts and a t-shirt and Applejack settles for a towel dry.
- >Back downstairs, you initiate Plan B.
- >Before you get started, however, a note sits on the kitchen table.
- >'Hope for the best, prepare for the worst. There's two plates in oven. Have fun, you two,' the note read.
- >Signed by Granny Smith.
- >You check the oven and, sure enough, two dinner plates ready for the both of you sat inside on a tray.
- "Oh, she's good," you say out loud.
- >"What?" asked Applejack.
- >You pull your dinner out of the oven and set it on the table followed by holding the noted up for Applejack to see.
- "Granny Smith," you say before setting the note on the table.
- >"I told her not to worry about it," Applejack mumbled to herself.
- "What was that?"
- >"Nothing. So what is Plan B?"
- >Plan B looks like Granny Smith's home cooking for dinner accompanied by your cheap bottle of wine from earlier.
- >You had shut the lights off and lit a few candles as well.
- >Neither of you said much through dinner.
- >You just stared and smiled across the table at each other like idiots.
- >When dinner was finished, you both polished off the rest of the bottle of wine and headed upstairs to the bedroom.
- >You can't recall recently when the last time you had made a little love together.
- >It was way overdue and you were both feeling it tonight.
- >You slipped into bed, Applejack sliding beneath the covers beside you.
- >Passionate kisses fly and your hands start feeling adventurous.
- >Your actions brings soft coos and moans from your partner.
- >And then your door slowly cracks open.
- >The hallway light filtering in from the doorway is your cue to retract your hands back to yourself.
- >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.
- >"Applejack?" she softly calls into the darkness. "Anonymous?"
- >"What is it, Applebloom?" asked Applejack, her tone revealing her obvious irritation.
- >"I... I can't sleep... I had a nightmare..."
- >You and your lover lie in silence for a moment.
- >Then Applejack whispers to you.
- >"A sister needs to do her job," she says. "Come on up and sleep in between for tonight," Applejack said to her younger sister.
- "Aw come on," you whisper back.
- >"It's only for tonight. Maybe next time," she says with a smile.
- >Well who the hell knows when that's going to be?
- >Applebloom climbs onto the foot of your bed and walks up between the two of you.
- >You lift the covers to allow her to curl up between you.
- >Applejack throws a leg over her, and you and arm over the two of them.
- >There will be other nights.
- >You recall several thoughts from earlier this morning.
- >This is definitely a perfect life if you ever saw one.
- >And also, you really need to invest in a larger bed.
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