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>Day Good Times in Equestria

>Be Anon

>Wake up

>Shit, shower, shave

>Eat some salad

>God you miss meat

>Salad isn’t food

>It’s what comes with the food

>Although you must admit, you’re starting to get used to it

>And with all the other benefits of this strange world, it seems pretty minor

>You’ve been in Equestria for a few months now

>This village had grown on you quickly

>You glance out the window

>Suns rising

>Time you get going

>You head out at a brisk pace, heading towards the Orchards

>Fluttershy runs up to your side, matching your speed

>”M-morning Anon!”

Hey there, Fluttershy. What wakes you at this time of day?

>Though of course, you know exactly why she’s here

>”Oh, well, y-you know what they s-say! The early bird catches the w-worm!”

>She eyes your pants hungrily

>You stifle a smile, and glance at her with a stern look

>She blushes and looks at the ground

>After a moment, you laugh, and pat her on the head

“I’m just messing with you, Fluttershy!”

>She looks back up, and giggles

>She’s still blushing

So, what’s your guess for today? I hope it’s a good one

>”W-well, I figure you work at S-sweet Apple Acres, right? So you must like f-fruit!”

>You raise an eyebrow, but make no move to interrupt

>”So do you like a-apple gags?”

>As she says this, she pulls a big apple with some string crudely inserted through

>It looks more like a necklace

>You stop walking, laughing and patting her on the head again

Hah! Fluttershy, I’m afraid you’re wrong once again!

>Fluttershy’s eyes grow sad, and she looks down at the ground again

Oh now don’t look so glum! There’s always tomorrow!

>You kneel down and lift her head up

Don’t go giving up! These little guesses of yours always make me laugh!

>Fluttershy sniffs and nods, a smile tugging at her lips

>You begin walking again, and after a moment, Fluttershy wanders off

>She rarely stays after a guess

>Oh sure, she’ll visit again by the time the day is over, but she keeps the guesses a daily thing

>Sort of like a morning ritual

>Weird ritual, but you’ve seen worse

>Much worse

>The sun has peeked over the hills as you reach Sweet Apple Acres

>Applejack is standing outside the barn

>She spots you, and jogs over to you as you approach

>”What took you so long, Anon?! Big Mac has already started working!”

Is that so? Well then I guess we better get to work!

>You ruffle Applejacks head as you say this, smiling once again

>”Touching yur bosses head without permission, huh? Should fire ye for that!”

>She sounds stern, but she’s smiling as well

>You ruffle pretty much every pony’s head

>Even the guys

>You’re tall, even for a human, so you kind of tower over all of them

>It unnerved them at first, but they got used to it

>These ponies adapted quickly

>”Well then, let’s get ta work!”

>Applejack trotted off, and you followed suit

>You meet up with Big Mac, who had already filled a couple baskets of apples

>He nods at you, and moves away from the tree

>You nod back, placing your hand on the tree

>You breathe in deeply, and strike the tree with your palm

>Apples fall, and baskets begin to fill up

>It baffles you to no end how they almost all fall into the right place, but you stopped asking after they just gave you a funny look

>Apparently that just always happens

>Big Mac picks up the two baskets he’d already filled, while AJ picks up the ones you just filled

>For the rest of the work day, the two move the apples back to the barn, while you continue filling baskets

>They’re good at moving things

>You’re just as good, if not better, at knocking the apples out

>It’s relaxing

>Calms your mind

>After a few hours, when the sun is high in the sky, you rub your hands together and stretch

>You only work there part time, so you finish at noon

>AJ comes up behind you, to pick up the last baskets

>”Another good day, Anon! I swear, ye just blast through those trees!”

>You smile at her, and start to walk back to the barn with her

Hah, I’ve always been pretty good with stamina! Comes in handy

>”Clearly! Are you sure you don’t want to begin full time? It would really speed things up”

Afraid not, Applejack! I enjoy working for you; just enjoy my afternoons as well

>”Bah! What’s more fun than apples? Nothing, that’s what”

Hah! I’m not apple inclined as you Applejack. If you ever fall behind on work though, feel free to ask for some extra help. Not every afternoon is busy!

>She smiles, though you feel as if she’s disappointed

>Why must all these ponies be so adorable when they’re disappointed?

Well AJ, I imagine you can take a small break to join me for some lunch? I bet you’re starving!

>Applejack’s eyes brighten up

>”Why it would be ma pleasure, Anon!”

>Before you can react, she drops her buckets on the spot, and trots down the road towards town

>After a moment she turns around, a big grin on her face

>”Well hurry up Anon!”

>Scratch that earlier comment

>These ponies are always adorable

 

>After lunch with AJ, you wander around town, enjoying the sun on your neck

>Your mind drifts off as you gaze at the clouds

>You think you see Rainbow Dash flying up high, but she’s gone fairly quickly

>Must be off to train some more

>Only a matter of time now

>”Anon! Darling, could you help me with something quickly?!”

>There we go

>You turn to see Rarity trot over

What do you need Rarity?

>”Oh well, I have a big shipment of cloth coming in, and I could use some strong arms to carry them into my shop and help me organize them!”

So I’m just a pair of arms to you, am I?

>She laughs, and swats you on the arm

>”Oh come now Anon, you know what I mean! I assure you, you will be compensated for your efforts!”

>You smile

>You’re never sure how sincere Rarity is, but she certainly is charming

Well then Rarity, I suppose we should get going then, shall we?

 

>You and Rarity are standing in her shop, looking at her new cloth

>God damn she ordered a lot at once

>That took up a good four hours, three of which were purely organizing it

>”Well Anon, this is just splendid! Here is your payment! Do with it what you will!”

>She hands you a handful of bits

>Or hoof-full

>Pony terminology still gets the best of you at times

>You look at them, and have to admit that’s a pretty good deal

>If you didn’t enjoy doing odd jobs around the village so much, you’d probably look into a second part time job with her

>You take the coins from her hoof, and thank her

>You reach out and ruffle her hair, laughing as she gasps and runs to the nearest mirror

>”Anon! What have I told you about mussing up my hair! It takes a long time to achieve such perfection!”

Oh come on Rarity, you still look great. Also, it’s really more subconscious than anything else

>”Well, tell your subconscious to get in line! There goes my next ten minutes!”

Hah, I’ll make sure to pass along the message.

>Rarity continues to fuss with her hair as you look outside the window

>The sun is beginning to set

>You walk over to Rarity, and pat her on the back

>She jumps, and you smile at her

Back patting for you instead then?

>She smiles back, and this time you’re sure it’s genuine

>”That will do Anon. Have a good night, and do be safe”

 

>You’re making your way home when you hear rustling in the bushes behind you

>You pause, wondering if you had misheard

>After a moment, you continue walking, assuming your mind is playing tricks on you

>You haven’t had to watch your back since you got to Ponyville

>It’s been so relaxing

>Your instincts must be on edge tonight for whatever reason

>You begin to hum a tune, and soon you can see your home appear in the distance

>Nothing special, but it brought a smile to your face regardless

>After a moment, you feel a rush of wind as something pounces behind you

>Before you can think, you spin around, your leg extending into a kick

>You hear a squeak and a blur as whatever was behind you flies backwards

>You pause

>You know that squeak

Fluttershy?

>You hear a moan

>Oh shit

>You run over to her, and see Fluttershy is dazed and her nose is bleeding

Fluttershy! Are you ok?!

>You lift her up, and her eyes flutter open, staring at you

>”A-are s-surprises your fetish, A-anon?”

>With that, her eyes close

 

>You’re in the hospital

>You had carried Fluttershy to the hospital, being careful not to jog her too much

>The doctor pony told you it was nothing serious, just a broken nose

>Apparently she simply fainted from the shock

>They told you that it was fine and that you could go home, but you stayed anyways

>They looked at you suspiciously when you explained what had happened, but asked nothing more

>You waited in the chair by her bed, figuring you should be there to say sorry when she woke up

>After a few hours, you finally dozed off to sleep

 

>Screams of terror fill the air, the sky as red as the ground below

>All around, people are running as the horsemen charge through their town

>Their weapons cut and smash as they kill everything that moves

>The few defenders have been dispatched already, leaving only the women, children, elderly and sick

>None are spared

>Two men walk slowly into town, watching the carnage as it takes place

>They do not ride horses

>They do not see the need

>You can only see their backs, but you know who they are

>You know this place

>You’ve been here before

>Below the men’s feet, a mother cries over the body of her child

>One of the men walks to her, cupping her face in his hands

>She looks at him, the tears flowing freely down her face

>With a twist, he breaks her neck

>He stands, and turns around

>The other man walks up behind him, and though his face is shadowed still, you can see his smile

>He ruffles his partner's hair, and they carry on through the ruined village.

 

End Part 1