Brotime - Chapter 9

>You're woken up suddenly by a loud yelp

>You look around your room. Light is coming from the window; that much tells you it's morning

>You hop out of bed and look out the window. The tree underneath is being rustled

>Much like your jimmies in anticipation of what the hell yelped so loud

>Didn't see that one comin', didja?

>You open your room door, not before grabbing your drawers off the floor, and race downstairs to the front door

>Opening it you're...somewhat surprised to see Fluttershy hanging from the tree in a net

>"H-Hi...Anon."

"Fluttershy...what were you doing outside my door?"

>"Waiting...f-for you..."

"And what's in that rag in your hoof?"

>She's looks down at the rag, then back at you nervously

>You give her a stern look

"It's coated in chloroform...isn't it?"

>She nods slowly

>You sigh and cut her down, but not before taking the rag away

"Go home, Fluttershy. I'll see you...some other time I suppose."

>"B-Bye, Anon.."

>She flutters away slowly

>What a way to start your morning

>You shake your head before closing the door

 

>Spike rises as you shut the door

>He yawns and rubs his eyes

>"Mornin' Anon."

"Morning, bro."

>"Who was at the door?"

"Uh...Fluttershy."

>"Did she try anything?"

"Well...she was actually trapped...in a net...You didn't set a trap in my tree last night, did you?"

>"No. I'm no good with that kind of stuff."

"Weird...if you didn't set that up, and I didn't set that up, then that means..."

>Man that mare has your back even when she's not there

>You smile and laugh

>"Huh? What's so funny?"

"Pinkie Pie, man! She set that trap just in case anyp0ny tried to get me this morning!"

>"She left?"

"She probably had to work. It -is- Monday."

>"That's true. Wow, she knows how to protect somep0ny, huh?"

"Ain't that the truth."

 

>That morning you decide to reward Pinkie Pie with your presence at Sugarcube Corner

>You run through the normal morning routine and meet Spike downstairs

>After he jumps on your shoulder you're out the door, not before locking it of course

>Bad shit happens when you don't lock your door

>You're walking through the market when you spot Big Mac working the apple Stand

>Seeing him, you realize you didn't see him on your visit to Sweet Apple Acres yesterday

>Spike's stomach growls

"Gettin' hungry there, eh bro?"

>"Yeah, a little."

"And what would you say if I got you an apple tart to hold you over?"

>"I'd say you were the coolest human around."

"But I'm the only human around."

>"Exactly."

"Spike, that didn't make sense."

>"Exactly."

"Stop sayin' exactly."

>You both laugh as you approach Big Mac

"Howdy there Anon, Spike."

>You brohoof

"Not much, dude. How much for an apple tart?"

>"Two bits

>You fish a couple bits out of your pocket and drop them in the box attached to the stand

>Big Mac hands you a tart, which you hand to Spike

>You can hear him take a bite as you speak to Big Mac

"So, dude. I didn't see you at the farm yesterday."

>"Sorry 'bout that. There were some parts of the orchard that Applejack left behind last week. Makes me think she was doin' somethin' else durin' the time she was supposed ta be workin'."

>She was probably preparing the rape trap you escaped from

>You decide it best not to bring this up to Big Mac

>The sympathetic bastard within you wins again

>Wouldn't be good to get Big Mac on Applejack's ass after rejecting her so harshly

>But then again, if she didn't see it coming she wouldn't have started the rape attempts

"So you finished it for her, huh?"

>"Eeyup. Ah don't think you saw how she was on your visit, Anon, but she looked angry gettin' out of that basement, as ah'm sure Applebloom toldja. Then she was all depressed."

"Yeah, I did see her. She looked pretty bad, but I talked to her."

>He raises an eyebrow

>"Ya talked ta her? I hope you realize how dumb you are, she coulda done somethin' to ya. She didn't try nothin', did she?"

"No. Everything went okay. I was kinda worried about Applebloom. She was scared something was wrong with Applejack, so I asked her to cheer up a bit. If not for herself, then for her sister."

>"Ah'm mighty glad ya did that, even if you are dumber than dirt."

>He bumps your arm with a hoof

"Gee, thanks bro."

>You all laugh

 

>You waved goodbye to Big Mac and continued on the path to Sugarcube Corner

>You step inside and wave to Pinkie Pie. She notices you and smiles big

>You approach the counter. "Hi Spike."

> You begin to say hi to her when you're instantly greeted by a kiss before you can even say 'hello'

>Pinkie breaks the kiss and moves back behind the counter

"Y'know, I think I like that better than 'hello.'"

>She giggles

"Oh, and before I forget, thank you for setting up that trap this morning."

>"Oh Oh Oh! Who set it off? Who set it off?"

"Fluttershy. She was planning on knocking me out. Good call on the net."

>"Thanks! I didn't wanna leave you unprotected, so I whipped that up before coming here."

"Well you have my gratitude."

>"It was no problem. So what can I getcha? The usual?"

"Actually Pinkie, I could go for some killer breakfast right about now."

>"Mhmm!" Spike nods

>"One super-fantabulistic breakfast, coming up!"

>She zips in the kitchen and is back just as quick

>"The cakes are making something extra-special, Anon! Why don't you two wait at a table?"

>You nod and sit at the booth below the window

>Spike jumps off your shoulder and walks across the table, sitting opposite of you

>After a few minutes Mr. Cake walks over with a stack of pancakes

>Now, normally you'd be tired of pancakes and would be disappointed with this

>But normally there aren't chocolate chip bits, hard candy-coated chocolate pieces and whipped topping on your pancakes

>Can't forget the strawberry syrup, which Mr. Cake displays by drizzling all that shit over the stack

>It's beautiful to say the least

>Spike's mouth is watering. Mr. Cake chuckles

>"Well, dig in boys!"

>You both oblige him and tear into the stack

 

>You ate too much

>Seems Spike did as well

>The entire stack of pancakes is completely obliterated, leaving only bits and crumbs on the plate that once held the stack of perfection

>Pinkie Pie joins you once she sees you're both finished

>"So how didja like it?"

"It...was...amazing."

>"Uh-huh."

>Pinkie Pie smiles then kisses your cheek

>You hear the saloon doors of the bakery open

>You turn to see Twilight. She looks...exhausted for some reason

>Her hair's all frizzy and sticking out in places and she has bags under her eyes

>She approaches your table

>"Anon...I need to speak with you."

"Uh sure, what's up Twi?"

>"Princess Celestia has asked me to visit Canterlot. And she wants me to bring you."

"Huh? What for?"

>"I'm not sure, but she says it needs to be soon as possible."

>Maybe she wants a report on your progress in person

>Though she did get one recently

>She probably wants to see for herself

"Well, I can't say no."

>"Sorry. You should get prepared, I'm planning on going tomorrow morning."

"Alright then. See you tomorrow."

>Twilight leaves

>Well this kinda sucks

>You get to take a trip to Canterlot, sure, but that means you don't really get to spend time with Pinkie Pie

>Pinkie looks kinda sad, but her hair and color still retain their natural shape and tone

"Sorry, love. I'd stay if I could, but y'know...Princess's orders and whatnot."

>Pinkie Pie hugs your arm and looks in your eyes

>"You know this means you're staying here all day to make up for this, right?"

"Well duh."

>You three share a laugh

 

>Day eventually turned to night, much too quickly in your opinion

>It's true. Time -does- fly when you're having fun

>And fun it was. You even got a little bonus for splurging in Canterlot, courtesy of the Cakes

>Not to mention the whole incredible day you spent with Pinkie and Spike

>You kissed her deeply as a goodbye before leaving Sugarcube Corner

>Spike sat on your shoulder the whole way home, jumping off onto the couch when you arrived

>He wrapped himself up in the blankets and fell asleep almost instantly

>You ran upstairs, got packed, and jumped into bed

>Tomorrow's going to be an eventful day

>Trip to Canterlot, then a meeting with Princess Celestia

>It's more than likely just a quick progress report

>She hasn't seen you in person since the last meeting you both had

>It only makes sense she would want to see you now

>It's somewhat skeptical, seeing as the meeting was so urgent it needed to happen as soon as possible

>Your reasoning can't come up with an excuse for that

>It remains a mystery

>You'll find out about it soon enough, but that doesn't make you feel any better about it

>A small shred of doubt resides in the back of your mind

>You shake your head of the thoughts and close your eyes, letting sleep take hold of you