Brotime - Chapter 3

>You approach Big Mac and both you and Spike greet him

>"Hey you two. Anon, go on and carry the bushels ah already bucked to the cellar." Big Mac states plainly as he bucks another tree

>He doesn't seem to pay much mind to you other than the greeting

>But you know Big Macintosh. That's just his work ethic speaking

>You quickly make your way to the section of trees Macintosh finished and pick up a bushel

>And so begins the long day of work

>Honestly though, it really didn't feel all that long

>You had your dragon bro to keep you company and lift your spirits when you got tired

>At one point he even had you laughing the whole way to the cellar

>A tiring, but overall easy day of work

>You carry the last bushel down the steps to the cellar as Spike waits above

>The moment right after you set down the bushel, you hear the cellar door close and hooves trotting down the steps

>Luckily there are one or two candles lit so it's not -completely- dark. It's still pretty damn dark though

>You know what's coming

>There's a sliver of hope that somep0ny came in here to organize or something

>Or they just wanted to talk in private

>You just hope it's not another rape attempt

>"Ah knew ah'd findja here, Anon."

 

NOPE

>The inevitable has come

>You turn around to see the earth p0ny who has come here for one reason and one reason only

>Rape, rape and more rape

>With a side order of rape

>And some rape for desert

>Okay, enough of that

>You need to think quickly to get out of this with your manhood intact

"C'mon, Applejack. I'm sure Granny Smith and Big Mac are wondering where I'm at. I carried the last bushel here already."

>You motion towards the bushel mentioned

>Applejack scoffs while slowly making her way towards you

>"No they ain't. Ah asked Mac where ya were and he said ya should be in here. He thinks ah just need a word with ya."

>Well there goes that plan

>You don't have time to think of another as Applejack charges you and knocks you down, pinning your arms to the ground

"Get off!"

>"Not 'til ah get what ah've been waitin' for!"

>The bitch planned this shit

>Suddenly you hear a loud banging on the cellar door

>Applejack looks back to the door

>You see your opportunity and raise your legs to shove Applejack off of you

>You buck her flank as hard as you can with your knees, flipping her on her back behind you

>A second later you're scrambling up the steps to the cellar door

>It's darker here than it is deeper in the cellar

>You attempt to push the door open, only to notice the door's boarded up

>You lift the board off of its hinges

>Unfortunately you don't have enough time to open it as Applejack charges you again, sending you through the cellar doors and onto the surface

 

>You seem to find yourself flat on your face a lot recently

>"Anon. You okay?"

>You get up and dust yourself off

>Spike and Big Mac are standing in front of you with confused looks

"Yeah, I'm fine."

>"Hold up a second, Anon. Ah'll be right back."

>Big Mac, sensing what's just happened, walks into the cellar and closes it behind him

>You and Spike press your ears to the cellar door

>The sounds of an angry big brother can be heard

>Big Macintosh. What a bro

>"I kinda knew something was up when Applejack closed the door."

"So you called Big Mac?"

>"Yep" he says with a smile

"I owe you one, bro."

>A few moments later Applejack comes out of the cellar with her head hung low; Big Mac following

>He stops next to you and waits for Applejack to get inside the house

>"Ah'm sorry ya had ta deal with this, Anon."

"It's cool, Mac. I got Spike here to watch my back."

>"Good ta know yer covered. Means ah don't gotta look out fer yer flank constantly."

>The three of you share a laugh

>Big Macintosh invites you and Spike inside for dinner

>At the mention of food, both your stomachs answer for you

>Another laugh is shared

>Definitely some good feels up in here

 

>You three enter the Apple family household

>Granny Smith and Applebloom greet you as you sit at the table

>You sit across from Granny Smith and next to Spike, who is sitting next to Applebloom

>Big Mac and Applejack are sitting across from Spike and Applebloom

>A large feast of apple-themed confections is spread across the table

>It only causes your stomach to grumble even more

>During the meal you engage in conversation with Big Mac and Granny Smith, which leads to Granny Smith telling you the story about how Ponyville was made

>You've heard it already, but you don't care. It gets better with each telling.

>Granny Smith ends her story with her first Zap Apple harvest

>You've yet to taste the apparently incredible jam

>Surprising, seeing as you've been here for more than a year

>You notice Spike hasn't been speaking much

>You finish your apple fritter and look to Spike who seems to be chatting it up with Applebloom

>A smile slowly forms on your lips as you see how intently Applebloom's listening to Spike

 

>After finishing the fantastic meal, thankfully with no suggestive looks from Applejack, you and Spike thank the Apple family for dinner and head out

>You walk down the path, Spike following close behind

>"Hey, Anon?"

"Yeah?"

>You turn around and see Spike beckoning you closer

>You kneel down to him and he jumps on your shoulder

>You then continue on the path to Ponyville

>"What do you think of Applebloom?"

"Applebloom? Well I don't really know seeing as we barely talk. She seems nice."

>"Yeah, she really does..."

>Spike trails off

"No freaking way."

>"What?"

>You smile big and even start laughing a little bit

>"What? What is it?"

"You have a thing for Applebloom, don't you?"

>"No! I do-"

"Yeah you do! You can't hide it from me, bro."

>"Oh yeah? And what makes you think I do?!"

>You can hear a slight tremble in his voice

"Well you were chatting up a storm with her during dinner. That, and you just asked me what I thought of her."

>"Ugh! Just leave it alone, alright?!"

>He turns around on your shoulder, facing behind you

"Aww c'mon, Spike."

>He's silent

>You get into Ponyville and pass Sugarcube Corner on the way to Twilight's

"Spiiiike..."

>He's still silent

"I was just messing with you dude. I'm sorry. Look man, I'm glad you found someone your own age you're interested in. I don't want to bring up bad feelings or anything, but I felt pretty bad when Rarity...y'know."

>"Yeah...I know."

 

>When Spike finally asked out Rarity, it wasn't exactly a happy ending. In fact, it was the exact opposite

>Rarity, being the attention-loving cunt she is, always thought Spike's crush was cute

>But when Spike wanted more than just cute she explained in brutal detail what p0nies would think of a p0ny and a dragon dating, let alone one that was much younger than her

>This put Rarity on your bad side

>Needless to say, Spike was crushed

"Hey, cheer up man! I can tell she likes you, too."

>You make it to the library and stop outside

>"Huh? Really?! How can you tell?"

"Well she was listening to whatever you were saying pretty intently. And she was smiling the whole time."

>"Wow, I didn't notice."

"And that's what you have me for!"

>You both laugh and head inside the library

>Twilight asks you about your day and you have some nice conversation over tea

>Spike is already laying in bed, out like a light

>Twilight apologizes about the rude awakening this morning

>"I was just tired after the trip to Canterlot."

>You wave a hand dismissively after a sip of tea

"It's fine. I did kinda throw your organized shelves outta whack."

>She smiles and finishes her tea

"I forgot to ask you, Twilight. What did you need to go to Canterlot for, anyway?"

>"Princess Celestia wanted a report in person."

"Mind if I ask what the report was about?"

>"Well, it was about you."

>Makes sense

>The last time you saw the Princess was when you first arrived

>After much observation on Twilight's part, she insisted you go with her to Canterlot

>It was during this trip that Spike warmed up to you and accepted your friendship

>It only makes sense that after a few years she'd want an update on your status

>You nod and finish your tea

>Twilight yawns "Well, it's pretty late. I'm going to bed."

>She levitates your cup and hers to the kitchen

"Night, Twilight."

>"Goodnight, Anon."

>You exit the library and head home

 

>You make it inside, thankfully with no rape attempts

>You lock your door and walk upstairs

>You then get undressed and jump into bed

>You sigh heavily as the process begins yet again

 

How did I get here?

Why was I brought here?

What am I doing here?

What is my future here?

Where is here?

Where is my family?

Are they worried about me?

Do they even still exist?

 

Is this my home now?

 

>The questions cloud your thoughts

>You drift off in a sea of doubt