- >Day Calypso Music Montage. In Equestria.
- >You've been out of work so long.
- >On and off due to getting hurt.
- >Or legal crap.
- >And recently four days on a train with the Pink One.
- >But this past week?
- >This past week was good.
- >Repaired a leak in the roof at Sugarcube Corner.
- >Repaired a broken door at the Schoolhouse.
- >Fixed a cart with a broken wheel and got a bag of cherries for that.
- >No intrusions by other ponies, which is shocking.
- >Pinkie Pie has been giving you some cookies
- >At least whenever you work late for the Cakes.
- >Twilight Sparkle's been out and about
- >But not bothering you.
- >Rarity had you move a shipment of something or other across town.
- >Easy money.
- >No Rainbow Dash
- >That's disconcerting.
- >No Fluttershy
- >That's...a shame.
- >She used to be unbearable.
- >But you gave her a shot.
- >And she's helped you out a lot if you think about it.
- >Fucking Fluttershy, where are you?
- >Wait, you're almost forgetting somepony.
- >"Well howdy there sugarcube!"
- >Oh right, Applejack. Sheesh.
- >Haven't seen her in forever.
- >You're hauling a bag of ginger, a big ol'bag'o'ginger to the Cakes.
- "Oh. Hey Applejack, how've you been?"
- >"How've I been? How've you been? Shoot, ain't seen you since yer little hoedown went sixways south on a sunday."
- "I...actually don't know what that means. But hey, since I've got you here--I kinda wanted to apologize for being a jag to you at Festivus."
- >"Water under the bridge, sweetpea."
- "Oh. Well. That was easy. Hey, I know winter's sort of your off season, but any chance you guys need an extra hand over at Sweet Apple Acres?"
- >She rubs the back of her head with a hoof.
- >"Well, I'm sure we can find someplace to put you."
- >This week has been very profitable.
- >Things are going your way.
- >And Fate's not going to interfere
- >You hear that fate?
- >You need that money, okay fate?
- >If you interfere, I'm going to beat you to death.
- >With a hammer.
- >Finish making your deliveries.
- >You've been working multiple jobs a day when possible.
- >Ponies waste a lot of time working on a single task.
- >Which might be fine for them.
- >But multi-tasking and making multiple deliveries
- >Or several repairs at various locations a day
- >Have given you a grand total of 480 bits this week.
- >Given you are usually going for 20 or 15 for a whole day
- >This is a big fucking deal.
- >Tomorrow you're going to buy some new clothing.
- >From Rarity, not from the thrift store.
- >You'll look like someone who isn't from 16 Candles.
- >For once in god knows how long.
- >Go home.
- >Close doors.
- >Close windows.
- >Lock both.
- >Blinds down.
- >Move bed.
- >Hide money under floorboards under the bed.
- >You're not paranoid.
- >You just really want to not suffer some immediate loss of wealth.
- >Wait for it.
- >Wait for it.
- >No schadenfreude.
- >You're just so happy.
- >Move bed back to normal.
- >Everything is turning up Anon~
- >Go to sleep.
- >Sweet Apple Acres isn't exactly beautiful in winter.
- >But if anything it looks like spring's coming soon.
- >Doing some plumbing work in the basement.
- >"Anon, how come you got them weird hooves?"
- >Applebloom is supervising.
- "They're called hands."
- >"Are those little legs with hooves on like..ah normal hoof?"
- >You look at your hands as you work with your toolbox.
- >You've never really thought about it that way.
- >That's sort of uncomfortable to think about.
- "What would a plumbing supervision cutie mark look like Applebloom?"
- >Her eyes light up like a kid in a candy shop.
- >"Ooo~ I bet it'll have like... ah Hat and ah Wrench and ah Golden Star!"
- "Well what if it's a toilet?"
- >You snicker.
- "Or worse, what if it looks like a--"
- >She pouts.
- >"Shoot Mr. Anon, you ruined this."
- "Applebloom, I will never figure out your fascination with butt tattoos."
- >"That's cus you don't have one either!"
- "Yeah, in Human-land we get pieces of paper that say what we're good at."
- >"I thought y'all got shot at by robots and stuff."
- >Your lesson stuck with them.
- >Anonymous, shaping the minds of future generations.
- "When we aren't fighting the cylon menace, we get pieces of paper."
- >She seems to poo-poo that whole idea.
- >Cutie marks are weird.
- "Hey, you seen Fluttershy around lately?"
- >Applebloom has a big grin on her face.
- >"Why you askin' Anon? I thought you didn't like her~"
- >You recognize that tone.
- >What's to follow is a K-I-S-S-I-N-Shut-the-fuck-up.
- "I haven't seen her around in a little over a week."
- >She gives you a look like she's on to your shit.
- >"You like Fluttershy, don'tcha Anon?"
- >What, did someone send out a memo?
- >Wait.
- >These ponies like to gossip.
- "Who told you that?"
- >"Uhm..."
- >You stop your work and set down your tools.
- "I'm not mad. This isn't like the whole...What was it, Gabby Gums, thing."
- >She looks upset now.
- >"How come you know about that!"
- "I spent four hours repairing the printing machine. Your Editor-In-Chief had nothing better to talk about."
- >That might've been mean.
- "Hey, I'm just asking who you heard it from."
- >"Are ya gonna crew-sa-fy me on that Tree of Woe?"
- >Wow. Your lesson is really sticking with those kids.
- >Probably should've left out Conan the Barbarian.
- "I can't turn into a snake monster so I don't have the authority to do so."
- >She perks up.
- >"Okay! Well I heard it from Scootaloo who heard it from Sweetie Belle who heard it from Rarity-"
- >Oh god.
- >"And Rarity says not to say that she heard it from Rainbow Dash, who was none to pleased as punch if you-"
- >People really don't have anything better to do.
- >"And she heard it from Spike who said you were weird who heard it from Zecora who heard it from the Mayor-"
- "The Mayor is in on this?"
- >"She's a pony not a robot, Anon! Sheesh! And she heard it from Twilight who was being all mopey and she said-"
- >Maybe she'll get a cutie mark in annoying.
- "Applebloom, do you know who said it originally?"
- >"Well that'd by my sister, duh!"
- >What.
- >You haven't talked to Applejack in almost forever anyway.
- >Least of all about this crap.
- >And you don't like her.
- >Well, you do like her.
- >You just don't want to fuck her.
- >Or believe in all this goofy crap about love.
- "Why'd she say that?"
- >"Cus it's true, isn't it?"
- >She's got a smug face.
- >You might just crucify her to the tree of woe.
- "Go turn the water back on, I need to go talk to your sister."
- >Applejack's nursing a cup of warm cider at the dinner table.
- >Bic Mac is probably off in town selling apples.
- >No Granny Smith to be seen.
- >Applebloom runs past you once your out of the basemen
- >Something about wanting to see if she got an ugly toilet cutie-mark
- >"Well you fix those pipes for me, sugarcube?"
- "Pipes are fixed."
- >Applejack's got a pleasant enough smile.
- >She sips.
- "Word around town is you're telling people I like Fluttershy."
- >She sets her cup down.
- >"Word is that's correct, last I heard."
- >Pull up a chair and sit down.
- >Across from her.
- >Eye contact is important.
- >She sips. And grins.
- >"Somethin' wrong with that, Anonymous?"
- "Why're you all so damn interested in my life? I'm just trying to get by."
- >"S'just gossip, Anonymous."
- "Yeah, but why me?"
- >"Cus we know yer about two days away from going evil on us."
- >This again. Christ.
- "Twilight already cleared me on the whole seed of evil bull crap; so I'd really appreciate it if my personal life wasn't much of your concern."
- >She sips again.
- >"That's some darn good cider."
- "I'm sure it is."
- >"Now y'all presented about human culture to my sis."
- >Well, human culture by way of pop culture reference and spite.
- >The only other option was to listen to Twilight's lectures.
- >Those are boring.
- >Honesty wasn't on the table.
- "Which one of the Elements are you again?"
- >"Honesty."
- >Well, Honesty is at the table. Literally.
- >But this is a different situation.
- "Did I give her nightmares or something?"
- >Applejack laughs wild and full.
- >It's a belly laugh, something rich and genuine.
- >"That'd be preferred to what I'm dealing with, Anon!"
- >She rolls her eyes.
- >"I gotta send Bic Mac to market everyday because if not Applebloom will jump up on his back and shout."
- >What.
- >"She's always goin' 'Who run Sweet Apple Orchard?' and when Big Mac tries to tell her, she says 'Me do!'
- >"S'real annoying Anonymous. Apparently yer human leader did that a lot?"
- "One of them."
- >"Well, she's trying to get her leadership cutie mark that way."
- >Applejack sucks down the rest of her cider.
- >"But from what I did hear from Twilight about your presentation is that you really are a bit scary."
- >This again.
- >"I don't think you're scary."
- "That's great, but can we get back to talking about Flutt-"
- >She cuts you off.
- >"I think what's wrong with you is you make OTHER ponies scary."
- >What.
- >"Just look at Rainbow, she's been acting right strange since yer party!"
- >Well, there's a point.
- >You've managed to allow what had been flirtation turn a friend into a psycho.
- >All you did was tell her what you liked.
- >And it's not like you demanded anyone change for you.
- >Though she did bust your nose.
- >And bash your forehead.
- >And boil your hand.
- >And tongue-fuck your face.
- >You're rubbing your scarred hand.
- >Subconscious, stop it.
- >Applejack runs her hoof around the rim of her glass.
- >"Fluttershy went off to speak to an old coach about something cus of you."
- "Is that a bad thing?"
- >"Well ya'd have to ask Pinkie and Rarity, they were the ones who had to deal with her last time."
- >Well it's just a flight coach or something.
- >How bad can it be?
- >She's not exactly as built as Dash.
- >She probably can't beat the shit out of you...
- >...even though that might be an arousing prospect.
- "Oh. Well, I am sorry about that. I was just sort of being...myself."
- >That gets a smile.
- >"I bet. Now why don'tcha show me what'cha did to my pipes so I don't have to pay ya the next time they freeze up on me."
- >You show her the pipes and explain the process.
- >It's really not that hard. They've got books about this.
- >Like, even here in Equestria.
- >The basement is stocked to the brim with cider barrels.
- >Bushels of apples to be sold later.
- >Work bench with some farming supplies.
- >Your toolbox is on it.
- >Shelves and shelves Apple preserves.
- >"Do ya think yer a bad guy, Anon?"
- >Ugh.
- >Is it possible to lie to the Element of Honesty.
- >You don't know how these super powers work.
- "Compared to who?"
- >Smart answer.
- "It's all relative, Applejack. Compared to you I might look like scum, compared to some evil overlord, I probably look decent enough."
- >She smirks and quirks a brow.
- >Full on dreamworks face.
- >"Decent enough? Compared to some evil overlord?"
- "Something might be lost in translation."
- >"So are ya bad?"
- >Something deep inside you really wants to slap her.
- >This job isn't worth that much.
- >You only took it because you wanted to help out.
- >Even though she already said you guys were square.
- "Not in the slightest."
- >BAM.
- >Stars and darkness.
- >Open your eyes, Anon.
- >Try to move Anon.
- >That's something strangling you Anon.
- >You stop moving.
- >You can't see your face, but you know you're going to have black eye after all this.
- >You are freezing.
- >"Ya shouldn't lie."
- >Fucking Applejack.
- >You're coming to your senses now.
- >She's got...what is this, a bike lock?
- >Since when do these ponies have bikes!
- >Well, it's locking you to a damn pillar in the basement.
- "Why am I naked?"
- >"Clothes was dirty, washin'em."
- >She looks you up and down and snickers.
- >It's insulting.
- >...fucking boner, do not raise for that.
- >"Someone's a -lil- excited I see."
- >She flicks your dick with her hoof.
- >"I knew ya were bad, but this..."
- >She laughs.
- >"Well shoot, everythin' Fluttershy said bout ya at yer little shindig was right, wasn't it?"
- >You're turned on now.
- >Despite very much not wanting to be.
- >"Sorta expect ya ta have a bigger one. Cus yer so tall."
- >She gets right up in your face.
- >"I bet'cha wanna kiss me real bad, don'tcha?"
- >"Cus yer a bad boy."
- >This is what we call a self-fulfilling prophecy.
- >If you say yes, she can say you do change ponies into--
- >Well...This situation sort of emphasizes the whole corrupting thing.
- >If you say no
- >You're lying.
- >Which will probably prove her point because good people don't lie.
- >You curse your fetish for being abused.
- >Clear your mind.
- >You exhale a breath.
- "Applejack, if I say no; you'll tell me I'm lying and probably hit me. Again."
- >That grin is almost sadistic on her.
- >Try not to show her your own predatory smile.
- "If I say yes, then your point will be proven. Because Applejack, you're scaring me."
- >She frowns.
- >"Uh."
- "I'm not trying to be a smart-ass, but it's in my best interest not to answer one way or the other."
- >"But wait---what?"
- "Can you give me my pants back?"
- >"Anon, wait--what'er'ya'sayin'?"
- >You suck in some air and count to five.
- "Applejack, I'm chained by the throat in your basement."
- "This is sort of terrifying."
- >"Well I was just tryin' ta stop ya from making other ponies scary."
- "And that's going so-so-so well."
- >Applejack just looks at you.
- >And then she starts to walk away.
- "Applejack, are you getting my clothing?"
- >And she goes up the stairs.
- "You're not just going to leave me down here, right?"
- >And off go the lights.
- "Oh fuck me. COME ON!"
- >You try to make yourself comfortable.
- >Doesn't go so well.
- >Wrap your arms around your legs.
- >You are quite cold.
- >Rural basements are rarely properly insulated.
- >You're going to keep calm.
- >What's the worst thing that could happen?
- >Wait.
- >NO.
- >STOP IT BRAIN.
- >Thinking like that is the opposite of keeping calm.
- >Hey.
- >Thought Police.
- >I just got kidnapped by one of your super friends.
- >Fucking help me.
- "Fuck it's cold."
- >You lose track of time.
- >Everything smells of apples.
- >Can't see a damn thing.
- >It's very cold.
- >Nothing to hear but the occasional hoof-steps upstairs.
- >You lose track of time.
- >Did you already think that?
- >It's so damn cold.
- >You fade out.
- >"...well I didn't think it'd kill'em!"
- >"Calm down Applejack, you may have done the right..."
- >You're not dead.
- >Just cold.
- >Tired.
- >Another face trauma that may as well be another head trauma.
- >And you're still locked up tight.
- >You open your eyes.
- >The lights are on. They hurt.
- >Very badly.
- >Applejack and Twilight Sparkle are talking.
- >You try to get back into the world of the waking.
- >"..gonna get banished ta th'Everfree Forest, ain't I?"
- >"Calm down--"
- >Twilight sees your eyes opening.
- >She looks way too happy for this situation.
- >"Anon are you with us?"
- >You take a breath.
- "How long have I been down here?"
- >"Bout eight hours."
- >Applejack comments, rubbing her hoof against her leg. A bit of shame.
- >Eight hours.
- >You thought it'd be longer.
- >Twilight looks angrily towards Applejack.
- >"Applejack, go upstairs. I've got to make sure Anon's okay."
- >"Seems okay ta me."
- "Can you get this damn thing off my neck?"
- >Applejack smiles awkwardly.
- >"Yeah, 'suppose I really better get goin'."
- >She leaves.
- "Twilight, get this damn thing off my neck."
- >"Are you okay, Anon?"
- "Twilight get this thing off of me."
- >She raises her voice.
- >"She did what?! WELL!"
- >She's shouting a few inches away from you.
- >She's a terrible actress.
- >Like, community theater bad.
- "Twilight, what are you doing?"
- >She looks at you.
- >Well part of you.
- >Ah shit, it's this isn't it?
- "Twilight, it's called a penis. Stallions have them too, y'know."
- >She's blushing.
- >How cute.
- >Oh wait, no it isn't.
- >Because you're a broken plate shard away from that scene in Breaking Bad.
- >And it's fucking freezing.
- >"Well what's with the head?"
- "When I'm -free-, I will tell you."
- >"How come it's so small?"
- >...
- >Boner, do not start.
- >She taps it.
- >Goddamn it.
- "Because it's cold! Now, can you just get this thing off of my neck?"
- >"Is it true you like getting hurt?"
- >Oh this is going to end well.
- >You raise your hands to resist.
- >Her horn ignites in violet light.
- >Your limbs begin to tingle.
- >It's very painful to hand your arms pulled as far behind your back as possible.
- >Sadly, this is somewhat arousing.
- >She magics over some rope from the work bench.
- >Arms are bound.
- "Twilight, let me go or I swear you will regret it."
- >She's taken back by this.
- >Being forward and a little threatening can be useful.
- >"Oh! This is just foreplay, right?"
- >What.
- >"Because you like it when the fighting goes both ways!"
- "That is NOT what this is!"
- >She presses a hoof up against your throat.
- >"I have a thing too, can I do it?"
- >She increases the pressure.
- >You close your eyes.
- >Magic rips them open.
- >"I need you to look at me when I do this Anon."
- >You're full erect now.
- >Fuck everything.
- >She plops her marehood right down on your erection.
- >She winces and smiles as it slides in to the hilt.
- >..why does it have to feel good?
- >"Anon--return your library books when I loan them out to you!"
- >She pushes harder on your neck and leans in closer.
- >You can barely breathe.
- >The only air you're getting is her breath.
- >It's hot and heavy.
- >"It's FIVE BITS--"
- >She lifts herself off your penis and then slams back down.
- >"For every LATE DAY--"
- >Again.
- >You're getting light-headed.
- >"PAST DUE!"
- >This is how you die.
- >You fade from consciousness.
- >You wake up.
- >In your bed. Back home.
- >Your home in Ponyville.
- >You're dressed.
- >You get up and run your hands over your throat.
- >You have bruises.
- >Wasn't a dream.
- >You wish your life could have a cop out situation like that.
- >You get up.
- >Your legs hurt.
- >Your everything feels very worn.
- >Did they fucking drag you back home?
- >Ropeburns on your wrists.
- >You go to the bathroom.
- >Black eye. Bruised throat.
- "I hate this FUCKING REALITY."
- >You just got raped.
- >You dated girls with the fantasy before.
- >And you are sociopathic enough to just...
- >Not...react.
- >You check the clock.
- >Well, it's the early morning now.
- >No idea how long you've been out of it.
- >May as well shower and get ready for work.
- >You aren't able to process this shit yet.
- >Make coffee.
- >Get dressed.
- >Someone put forty bits on the dresser.
- >You're a whore.
- >Sigh.
- >Make breakfast.
- >Oatmeal.
- >Drink coffee.
- >Go to Sugarcube Corner.
- >Open up.
- >Take inventory.
- >Sweep up.
- >Clean windows.
- >"Anonymous, what happened?" Asks Mr. Cake.
- >"Dear? Anon, how come you aren't talking?" Asks Mrs. Cake.
- >Avoid questions.
- "Fell down some stairs."
- >They both know you're lying.
- >Clean the bathrooms.
- >Hoof on your shoulder.
- >Mr.Cake.
- >"Anonymous, you're a good worker...and a good guy. What happened?"
- "Fell down some stairs."
- >Mrs. Cake looks in from outside.
- >She's got her two kids.
- >Cute kids.
- >You got raped last night.
- "What am I going to do, Mr.Cake? Cry about it?"
- >You didn't tell him what "it" was.
- "The way I was raised you either laugh or you cry. So I have to quit being a wussy. And just...Did you guys check your stock of eggs today?"
- >Mrs.Cake nods and then walks away. Mr. Cake sighs and speaks.
- >"I..think I know someone you should talk too."
- >It's apparently free to listen.
- >If you don't like what you hear, it's free anyway.
- >If you're satisfied, you pay.
- >Not as big a crowd, but then again this isn't Ponyville.
- >This is Appaloosa. A day by train away.
- >Security seems pretty tight.
- >Even if they're all just goats.
- >Holy crap it's a minotaur on stage.
- >He's rambling on about something.
- >"I pity the foal who doubts Iron Will's methods!"
- >He's got a charisma you can appreciate.
- >About twenty minutes into his rhetoric, you've got a smile on your face.
- >Back home you never would've gone to a seminar like this.
- >Would be great blackmail material against you if you ever tried politics.
- >"Now Iron Will is going to bring in a special somepony whose living proof of his method working!"
- >He strikes a pose.
- >"That's no joke, friends. She was so good at asserting herself, she wouldn't even let me bill her for my techniques!"
- >The crowd cheers.
- >"Instead, she agreed to come out here and speak with you all today! Iron Will would like you to meet-"
- >"The ONE!"
- >"THE ONLY!"
- >Holy shit.
- >It's fucking Fluttershy.
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