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Apbrojack 1 (with alternate ending)

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>Day 196 in Ponyville
>Rain is pounding on your roof
>Drops clatter against your windows
>You flop out of bed, heavy sleep clouding your brain
>Rainbow Dash must have the weather team out in force to make this much rain
>Good, you think, it'll keep at least one of your constant sources of worry at bay
>You shuffle to the kitchen to make some coffee
'O, Coffee, who art in cabinet,'
>You open the cabinets and grope for the container
'hallowed be thy beans,'
>Grabbing the beans, you put them on the counter
'thy caffeine come,
>You drop a filter into the machine
'my sleep be done,
>The ground beans fall into the filter
'in me, as it is in ponies.'
>You turn the machine on after pouring in the water
>The machine gurgles to life as the sweet nectar drips into the pot
>As you go to sit down you hear a rapid tapping at your door
>This early? Really? Who the hell is it?
>A sinking feeling hits your gut
>You only know one pony who knocks with that much energy
>Shivers run up your spine, snapping the sleepiness out of you
>Guess you won't be needing that coffee...
1/x
>You look through the peephole in your heavy-ass door
>Blackness
>Must be somep0ny's marshmallow hoof covering it
Who's there?
>”It's your old pal Pinkie Pie, silly filly!”
>Pinkie. Somehow you knew...
>Against your better judgment you open your front door
>Pinkie stands in the rain with her absurd grin holding despite the downpour
>Her hair is somehow still in its crazy poofy state
What is it Pinkie?
>”Oh, I just wanted to invite you to a private party. It'll be fun! Just you...me...”
>Her grin becomes manic as she pulls the string by her leg
>How did you not notice that before?
>The Party Cannon fires a net which entangles you immediately
>You fall to the ground, trapped
>”Oh, I'm so happy you accepted my invitation! Come on, we'll get the party started right away!”
>She takes out a rag and puts it to your face
>You try to hold your breath but eventually you sink into unconsciousness
>The last thing you hear is the sound of Pinkie prancing down the street dragging you along
2/x
>You wake up in the dark
>Where the hell are you?
>The sound of rain is muffled. You're either in a basement or you've been out for a goddamn while
>Your eyes adjust to the dark
>You can make out a pair of eyes staring at you through the darkness
>Fucking Pinkie...
>”Oh good, you're up! Now we can start the party!”
>She hops up and bounces out of the room
>The ropes binding your hands are tight. Struggling avails you nothing
>A lightbulb turns on, illuminating the room as you hear her come down the stairs again
>Pinkie comes back in with two full saddlebags and holding a flask in her mouth
>She sets it on the table and unloads the bags
>Balloons, streamers, confetti, and...a funnel?
>Oh fuck
>She moves over to you and forces the funnel into your mouth
>”I hope you like punch!”
>She pours the contents of the flask down your throat before you can resist
>After putting the flask back on the table she saunters back
>Gotta be a way out. Gotta be a way to escape...
>You feel something behind you
>The ropes fall to the ground as Pinkie unties your hands
>Your legs are next, she works them free of the chair before circling around in front of you
>You bolt out of the chair to run
>It was good fortune Pinkie was absent-minded enough to untie you
>As you start to run you feel your legs crumple beneath you
>You fall on your face into Pinkie's arms, the pony having cut you off
>”Party time, Anon” She whispers in your ear with a heavy breath
3/x
>Pinkie lays you out on your back
>Your limbs won't move. They just lie there limp
>The pony saunters around you, batting her eyes as she stares at your powerless state
>She looks hungrily at your pants, then back at your face
>A greedy smile comes over her face as she lowers her head to undo your belt
>You try to talk but only manage to mumble some gibberish
>Looks like you can't do jack shit right now
>A tugging at your pants signals Pinkie's success with your belt, button, and zipper
>You feel them get pulled off and Pinkie's breath on your exposed skin
>She moves back up to your face
>Her mouth is so close you yours
>She stares at you with an unsettling gleam in her eye
>That hungry look is still there
>You feel as she exhales deeply on your neck, her head moving down your body
>Her snout brushes you as she goes
>'Hey, boner? Cut that shit out right now. There is a time and a place and this is neither'
>Pinkie starts working your boxers off
>She's almost there when she stops suddenly
>You hear something upstairs
>Loud steps
>Pounding on a door
>More steps
>The lights go out
>You hear a loud scuffle as Pinkie is thrown against the wall
>”You ok, sugarcube?”
4/x
>Your eyes adjust again to the dark as your bro heaves you onto her back
Mphabblehacgraphllaphl
>Motherfucking Apbrojack's got your back
>She finally gets you secure and hauls your ass out of Pinkie's basement
>”Looks like she did a number on you, partner. Let's git you back home”
>Applejack carries you back to your house through the rain
>She managed to drape your pants over you so you don't flash anyp0ny
>You get home and your bro unloads you onto your couch
>”Sit tight, sugarcube, Ahll git some coffee fer ya”
>After a little while you can sort of move again
>At least enough to swallow the coffee as your bro helps you hold the mug steady
>You're good enough to talk semi-coherently at this point
Fuckhin Pin-kee Pahh aahhllmosht gaahht mee therrrr
>”Ah know, Anon, yer lucky Ah got to ya in time”
Thaaanksshh, Abbljzack. Yerr a ghood phrend
>She smiles a little bit and looks to the kitchen
>You see a little bit of a blush come on as she gets up to get more coffee
>She's probably just worked up from fighting off Pinkie Pie and then carrying you across town
>Your arms start working after about a half hour
>You can stand up around ten minutes after that
>Apbrojack helps you walk over to your kitchen table
>She sits you back down and goes to the living room to get the mug
>You look out the window
>To your horror you see a familiar pony looking at you from the bushes
>She winks
>You scream
5/x
>Applejack runs into the kitchen
>As she passes the front door you watch as she's blindsided by Pinkie's Party Cannon
>Your bro falls to the ground unconscious
>You look back to the bushes
>Pinkie's gone
>Turn around
>She's right in front of you with her manic grin and greedy eyes
>”C'mon, Anon, we've still got lots of party games to play! Pin the tail on the pony, bobbing for apples...”
>Her tone gets more unsettling as she speaks
>“...hide the sausage...”
>Oh HELL NO
>You leap out of your chair to escape
>She catches your leg and you fall
>Body slams against the table
>fadetoblack.mp3
>Wake up in the basement again
>Pinkie's set up the streamers and balloons
>You struggle to get out of the ropes keeping you in your chair
>The pink pony circles the chair, still eying you with that unsettling glint
>She stops next to you and puts her mouth right up to your ear
>”Now just because you're tied up doesn't mean we can't party. I can think of a couple games we can play in this...position”
6/x
>Pinkie Pie plants a kiss on your neck before walking around to face you
>She rests her forehooves on your crotch and looks at you
>”Don't be a party-pooper, Anon. Everyp0ny loves my parties! You've just gotta get into it!”
>She shifts her hooves, purposefully rubbing them on you
>'Stop it, boner. Now's not the time.'
>'LOL nope'
>Pinkie steps back, smiling at her success
>”That's the spirit!”
>She looks really happy with herself...
>You sit in the chair helpless as she starts undoing your belt
>She hums cheerfully to herself as she does so
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNrXMOSkBas
>Man, fuck this pony
>...Wait, nevermind...shit...
>The pants are off
>This is bad
>This is very bad
>Pinkie is pawing at your boxers absent-mindedly while she stares you in the eye
>”So what game should we play first?”
>She thinks for a minute before looking back at you, having had an idea
>A devious smile crawls over her face
>”How about we just rut?”
>Wow...That was...frank...
>The pink pony climbs up onto your lap
>”You're gonna love this game, Anon!”
7/x
>She starts fumbling at your boxers
>It's slow-going since she has no thumbs and she's trying to balance on your lap
>She's so caught up in her efforts that she doesn't notice your bro creep down the stairs
>Applejack raises her hind legs, preparing to kick Pinkie off of you
>Pinkie leans way back as Applejack's feet fly out
>”Hey! No one like a party-crasher, Applejack.”
>She hops off of your lap as Applejack recovers her balance and turns to face her
>”You keep yer hooves offa him, y'hear?”
>The anger in Applejack's voice is palpable
>”Aw, you're no fun, Applejack. If you want I could share my party guest with you?”
>Applejack blushes, taken aback by Pinkie's suggestion
>Pinkie takes advantage of her flustered state
>She jumps at Applejack, hoping to incapacitate your bro
Applejack!
>Your voice seems to snap her out of it
>Just in time too, she's able to get out of the way
>As Pinkie lands, Applejack lands a hard kick on her side
>The pink pony goes flying across the room
>She gets back up, defiantly cheerful
>”Well if you don't want to share, you can always stay and wat-”
>She's cut off when Applejack lands a heavy blow on her forehead, knocking her out
>You can feel the ropes being loosened behind you
>Saved twice in one day by your bro, Applejack
8/x
>You don't see Pinkie for the rest of the day
>She seemed more determined than usual today
>Maybe it's the rain
>Rainbow's weather team sure are making it pour today
>By the time the sun goes down it's still raining
>Friggin' rain...
>You offer to let Applejack stay the night at your place since walking back to Sweet Apple Acres in the rain would suck
So what do you want to do to pass the time, then?
>She looks surprised for a second, face turning red
>Her blush fades when she sees the confused look on your face
>”Uhh, movies and booze?” She goes for the good old standard
Damn right, bro. I'll get my stash
>You go to the cupboard and retrieve your many bottles
>Applejack Daniels, Celestia's Reserve, the good stuff
>You bring the bottles back over to the couch while Apbrojack flicks on the TV
>The two of you sit back, open the booze, and laugh your asses off at the movie
>As the night goes on you remember why Applejack is your best bro
>Rape-saves aside, she's got your back, she knows how to have fun, and she's down-to-earth enough to get you
>Without looking away from the TV you put out your fist
>She meets it in kind with her hoof
>The rain subsides as the two of you fall asleep on the couch, basking in the TV's blue glow
9/x
>Sunlight filters through your window
>Your eyes open slowly, overcoming the fog brought on by a night of drinking
>Applejack is sprawled out on the couch
>You get up and make a pot of coffee
>As the pot fills up you hear a loud thud
>”Urgh, Ahm ok!” Applejack's groggy voice comes from the living room
Just try not to break any bottles. Some of that stuff's expensive
>”Very funny, Anon. Ah didn't break any of yer precious bottles”
>You chuckle and bring the coffee out to the living room
>After a half hour cleaning up and finishing the coffee Applejack heads home
>Looking out the kitchen window you see her stop and look back
>You can't make out her expression
>She continues walking down the road after a second or two
>A little weird, you think, but you DID almost get taken by Pinkie yesterday...
>...twice...
>No doubt she's worried about you
>At any rate, you've got work to do
>You change your clothes and make your way into town
>You don't want to be late with Twilight. No one wants to be late with Twilight...
10/x
>”Two minutes, eleven seconds, Anon! I could have used you that whole time, but you. Weren't. Here.”
>You were late with Twilight
>She somehow manages to lecture you AND continue whatever it was she was doing at the same time
>”Since you were late coming in, you've got to work extra hard to catch up, OK?”
Sure, Twilight, what do you need me to do?
>A few books float over to you
>”Take these books over to Fluttershy. And please, don't be late with it”
>Twilight sounds exasperated
>It's a little annoying, you were only two minutes late, after all
>But you go anyway. An excuse to see Fluttershy makes up for the lecture
>You take the long way to Fluttershy's house
>As you cross the market district you spot a stallion at Applejack's stand
>He leans on the counter as he leers at your bro
>You already don't like him
>You start back down to Fluttershy's place
>A sudden noise makes you whip around
>Sounds like boards crashing together
>You hear your bro yell
>The books drop to the ground as you rush back to the Apple stand
>Looks like a big board came down on the stand
>The stallion pushed Applejack out of the way, it seems
>She looks safe, unhurt
>Maybe you just jumped to conclusions
>You see Applejack blush
>The stallion looks straight at you with a sneer
>Houston, we have a problem
11/x
>You deliver the books to Fluttershy quickly and go back to the library
>You're mad. Why are you mad? Was it just because of that stallion's shit-eating sneer?
>Whatever
>Twilight's cooled down once you get back
>You work at the library all day and soon forget about Applejack and the stallion
>It's not even a big deal
>She was probably surprised by the falling boards
>Twilight has you organizing books with Spike
>Finally finish around 5
>You head to Sweet Apple Acres after work to see if your bro wants to chill
>Applebloom comes out to greet you when you walk up the path
>”Howdy, Anon? What'cha need?”
I'm looking for Applejack. Have you seen her around?
>”Applejack? She went off with some purple feller a lil while ago”
>That stallion at the market was purple...
>”Hey Anon? Could ya maybe stop crushin' our doorknob?”
>You look down to see your hand clenched around the Apples' front door
Right, sorry, about that, Applebloom. I'll see you later
>”Uh, ok...”
>You walk back to your house with an unwelcome sinking feeling
>It's gonna be a lonesome night
12/x
>The next few days pass without you getting to hang out with Applejack at all
>You overhear gossip from the other ponies
>The stallion's name is Grape Bristle
>Apparently he's been saving your bro from a series of dangerous situations for the past few days
>The ponies are talking
>The two of them have gotten close
>You feel something not right about this
>Applejack isn't one to be so danger-prone
>You decide to ask around about what kind of accidents have been happening
>Everything from falling construction supplies to a fucking tree going down right in front of the two of them just this morning
>Just doesn't sit right
>You head home from the market and see a small violet colt walking down the road with a saddlebag
>The handle of an ax is sticking out as he walks
>This does not bode well
>You backtrack from where the colt was walking until you find the felled tree
>Clearly it's been cut through enough to be pushed over
>Something is definitely wrong here
>That sinking feeling comes back when you think about that stallion using such underhanded tactics
>And on YOUR bro, no less
>Twilight will know what to do. You've got to talk to Twilight about this
13/x
>”I don't know, Anon. Why would somep0ny fake something like that?”
>Dammit, you can't convince Twilight of shit
>You've been talking in circles for forty minutes
>Without the axe you've got nothing
>”If you're really worried, you should talk to Applejack. It sounds like there's more going on here”
What's that supposed to mean?
>”Nothing, nothing. Just go talk to Applejack, Anon. I think this is a long time coming”
I swear to Celestia, if you keep prancing around with your words-
>You take a deep breath and compose yourself
>Can't get worked up right now
>She's right, you should just talk to your bro
Ok, I'll go talk to her
>Fat lot of help she was. You can't just walk up to Applejack and drop something like this
>You need to get proof first
>And you know right where to start
>You go straight to the market and start asking around for information about Grape Bristle and the colt
>Apparently they just moved to Ponyville
>The colt's name is Grape Juice
>They're staying at one of the inns until they can get a house in town
>You get the name of the inn and decide to stake it out
>Sure, you look like a fucking stalker, but you've got to get proof
>Finally the purple colt emerges from the inn
>You tail him until he reaches the edge of town
>He takes a saw out of the saddlebag and sets to work on some tree branches before climbing up
>Son of a bitch...
14/x
>Your anger overcomes your reason and you set out to confront the little shit
>Unfortunately your timing couldn't be worse
>As you pull Grape Juice out of the tree you hear a voice
>”Anon, what in 'tarnation are ya doin' to that colt?”
>FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-
>”I was j-just p-playing in the tree and t-then th-this big m-mean thing just g-grabbed me...”
>The colt is letting the waterworks go
>”H-he said it w-was b-because he d-doesn't like my brother-herrr.....”
>Applejack looks shocked
>”I can't believe what Ahm seein' Anon. Ah never thought you had it in ya to pick on a little colt like that...and just because I'm seein' Grape Bristle? That's low, partner”
>You put Grape Juice down and walk over to you bro
>Before you can get a word in you feel her hoof collide with your cheek
>You close your eyes in pain and you hear your bro's hoofsteps and muffled sobs as she trots away
>When you look up again you see Grape Juice on her back, sticking his tongue out at you
>The next day you get a visitor at your house
>Fluttershy
>She heard about what happened from Applejack, apparently
>But she, being the kind pony she is, decided to come talk to you instead of slapping you and runn-
>No, don't get bitter, Anon. You're better than that
>Maybe Fluttershy can help you with this
>She's good with...uh...animals...costumes...
>Dammit
>Well at least you have somep0ny to talk to about this
15/x
So I guess you heard, huh?
>”About you and Applejack? Oh, um, yes...”
It's not my fault, Fluttershy. I was trying to find out what's going on with that stallion Applejack's with
>”But Applejack said that, um, well...”
I know what she thinks she saw, but I swear, something's not right about that Grape Bristle
>She looks at you, puzzled
I think he's been setting up all those “accidents” so he can play the hero for Applejack
>Fluttershy gives you a kind smile; she's obviously humoring you
>You maintain your pokerface and she realizes that you're serious
>”You really think that Grape Bristle is...tricking Applejack? Oh my, that's a terrible thing to say!”
Fluttershy, you have to believe me, I SAW Grape Juice saw those tree branches yesterday. I know he's been setting up those “accidents”
>”Well is the branch still there? Maybe, if it's not too much of a bother that is...”
>She looks down and pats her front hooves together nervously
Yeah, come on. I'll show you where that little colt sawed the tree branch
>You walk out of the house with Fluttershy in tow
>You'll sort this out now
>That sinking feeling returns whenever you think about that colossal asshole Grape Bristle getting close to your...
>...your bro
>Why did your mind hesitate just then?
We're almost there, Fluttershy
>The yellow pegasus follows timidly
>She'll believe you when she sees
>She has to...
16/x
>You get to the tree and direct Fluttershy to the lower branches
>She flies up and takes a look at the branches that Grape Juice put the saw to
>”Oh my...that doesn't look very good at all...”
Do you see? I'm telling you, Grape Bristle is setting all this up! He's playing Applejack!
>”That big. Fat. MEANIE”
>Oh boy, Flutterrage mode active
>She takes off full tilt for Sweet Apple Acres
>You'd have liked to go with her at the same time to talk to Applejack, but this will do
>You set off running after her. Hopefully you can make it in time to back Fluttershy up
>As you get to Sweet Apple Acres you see Applejack walk out of the barn
>Fluttershy had flown over head a few minutes prior, so it's just you now
>Hopefully she'll have talked sense into your bro
>”You've got some nerve, Anon”
>Ah, crap on a bagel
>”Sendin' Fluttershah up here with yer story, Ah can't believe you'd get her involved lahk this”
>Obstinate, stubborn Applejack
>Your heart sinks with every word
>She's angry, hurt, confused...
>You can see tears welling up in her green eyes
>”Whah can't you just be happy fer me? Whah're you actin' lahk this, Anon?”
>Her anger has turned to sadness as her voice starts to shake
>”You should go”
Applejack, please... just let me-
>”Ah s-said, you sh-should go...”
Applejack, listen to m-
>”NOW”
17/x
>You walk back to town, defeated
>If she won't listen to Fluttershy, how can she listen to anyone?
>That bastard stallion
>You'll kill him
>Your fist clenches
>You can feel yourself shaking
>By the time you get home you can barely see straight
>You close the door to your house and collapse
>You'll kill Grape Bristle
>That bastard...
>He...
>It hits you
>He may have been tricking Applejack
>He may have been playing the underhanded game, setting himself up to play the hero
>But he wasn't the one who drove Applejack away from you
>You did
>You followed his brother
>You pulled him out of the tree
>He just did what any colt would do: pinning the blame on you...
>It's your fault she's crying
>It's your fault she's confused and angry
>The tears start to fall from your eyes
>The sinking feeling in your gut transforms and claws at you
>A knock comes at the door
>”Anon?”
18/x
>The door opens and you hear somep0ny walk in
>”hey,Anon, you in he- woah”
>She sees the state you're in and stops
>You feel a marshmallowy hoof on your shoulder
>You see the cyan of Rainbow Dash's hoof when you look up
>She might not be your closest friend, but you feel like she might know Applejack better than anyone
>The mares are kindred spirits, really
>You compose yourself, comforted by the pegasus' quiet understanding
>”I came to see how you were doing, Anon. I didn't expect...uh...whatever THIS is...”
Sorry, Rainbow Dash. I know it looks bad, everything that's happened with Applejack...
>”Yeeaahhh, I may have heard about that...”
It's my fault...
>”What? How could it be YOUR fault? It's that Grape Bristle character who should be apologizing”
No, no, I followed his brother and made Applejack think I was jealous
>”ARE you?”
No, yes, I...I don't even know...
>”Listen. I heard about that purple stallion's little game from Fluttershy. It's not your fault, it's HIS”
But I-
>”You were looking out for Applejack, Anon. The way a friend should. She's just too stubborn to see it”
Rainbow, what the hell can I do now? She won't even talk to me after today
>”Well first off, you can buck up and pull yourself together”
>You calm yourself down as best you can
>”Now, I'm going to go get this Grape Bristle and his little colt brother and bring them over to Sweet Apple Acres”
What? What are you planning, Rainbow?
>”You'll see. Just head down to the park and wait at the bridge over the river”
>You've got a bad feeling about this
19/x
>You walk down to the park with heavy heart
>Fluttershy couldn't talk sense into Applejack, and she's your other closest friend
>What good can Rainbow Dash do, involving that goddamn stallion and his shit-stain brother?
>You sit on the edge of the bridge and wait
>”C'mon, it's just up this way...”
>You hear Rainbow's voice in the distance
>The sinking feeling returns
>”Is it much further? Apple and I had plans down by the old mill”
>That voice must be Grape Bristle's
>They're close
>You feel your fist clench involuntarily
>The hoofsteps stop
>”Rainbow...”
>Applejack does not sound pleased
>”Why in 'tarnation is HE here?”
>”Just hear me out, OK, Applejack?”
>”Ah ain't inter'sted in what HE has ta say, Rainbow, we're leavin'”
>You turn around as Rainbow produces Grape Juice's saddlebags
>”How'd you get that, you blue meanie?”
>”Let's just say I found it LYING around” Rainbow's voice is full of authority
>Grape Bristle looks panicked at first, but retains his cool
>He's not going to let anything up
>”Rainbow, what is goin' on here?”
>Applejack looks at her pegasus friend impatiently
>”You've been tricked, Applejack”
>Applejack's eyes narrow.
>This can't be going as Rainbow had hoped
20/x
>”Anon tried to show you but you pushed him away because you're so bucking stubborn”
>Grape Bristle smirks that shit-eating smirk
>”Anon here has done nothing but hurt my Applejack out of his jealousy, Rainbow Dash”
>Rainbow shoots him a glare that shuts him up
>”He was trying to show you proof. Proof I've got now”
>She empties Grape Juice's saddlebag onto the ground
>The saw falls into a pile of sawdust and woodchips
>You see a hammer, some glue, and a load of other tools drop in front of Applejack
>”What's all this? So my brother is into carpentry. Doesn't prove anything”
>”I figured you'd say that, so I took photos”
>She drops several pictures of the sawed branch, the board over the stand (which was missing several nails) and other instances of Grape Juice's sabotage
>Applejack's face turns from shock and disbelief to pain and anger
>”Y'all tricked me this whole tahm?”
>She looks at Grape Bristle, hurt
>Rainbow flies off
>”I'm done here, it's up to you now, Anon. So don't buck this up”
>Grape Juice takes a few steps back
>He knows what's coming
>”Apple, let me explai-”
>A hoof to the face sends him to the ground
>”Ah don't wanna hear another word outta you”
>She takes a look at the photos and you see her face as she realizes her error
>Grape Bristle stands back up, looking furiously at you
Bring it on. I've been waiting for this
21/x
>As the stallion charges you you see Applejack rear her hind legs
>Before you have a chance to punch him in his smug face, her hind legs crack into this skull, sending him flying
>Grape Juice bolts when he sees his brother floored by one kick
>Applejack looks back at you
>”Anon...”
>Her eyes are welling up again
>”Ahm so sorry, Anon... Ah didn't know...”
>You wrap your arms around her as her voice quakes
It's OK, Applejack
>”It's naught, Anon. Ahm a terrible friend”
You're not
>”Ah am” she sobs “Ah wanted to be more than just yer 'bro' and Ah didn't know how...”
>You say nothing. All you can do is hold Applejack tighter
>”...And then HE came along, and he paid attention to me. He was always there when things went bad. Ah just accepted it b'cause Ah wanted it to be true so badly...”
>Her words hit you hard. You're to blame for missing her feelings. For missing your own...
>”Ah love ya, Anon... Ah don't care that yer a human...Ah don't care...”
>The sinking feeling in you gut is gone
Applejack...
>You pull her face close to yours
I know
>Your kiss silences the heavy sobs from the pony in your arms
>You don't care that she's a pony
>She doesn't care that you're a human
>It doesn't matter
>In this moment, you feel immortal
>Like everything is going to be alright
End
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>As the stallion charges you, a rush of adrenaline surges in your body
>You don't even care that he can probably floor you easily
>He tricked your bro
>Rainbow's right, it's not your fault
>He rears up
>You clench your fist and duck down
>As his hooves overshoot you, your fist finds its mark
>Grape Bristle's stomach yields as you follow through
>He stumbles back, eyes clamped shut in pain
Didn't set THAT up, did you?
>'You suck at one-liners, you know that?'
>Not now, brain
>You take a step forward
>The stallion sees your determination
>He stands across from you, waiting for you to make a move
>”That's enough, botha y'all!”
>Applejack finally speaks up
>”Bristle, Ah can't believe you'd stoop so low as ta trick me into likin' ya. We're through, y'hear? Now git!”
>Grape Bristle sighs and nods. Nothing he can do to change her mind anyway
>He walks past you to pick up Grape Juice
>As he passes you he stops
>”I might have tricked Apple, here, but you know what, Anon?”
>He pauses, then, with a snarl
>”At least I tried to give her something more than somep0ny to 'hang out' with. You're no better than me. Don't forget that”
22/x
>Well, that kind of took the wind out of your sails...
>Grape Bristle walks off with his brother
>You watch them go as Applejack comes up to you
>She looks like she's about to say something
I'm sorry, Applejack... I should have just told you myself before any of this happened
>”It don't matter none, Anon. Ya wanted ta look out fer me-”
I was jealous
>”...Say what now?”
I did this, all of this, because I was jealous, mad, conflicted
>”Jealous... a what?”
>You turn to look at her
>She's blushing again
>Grape Bristle's words echo in your head
>He's right, you made her your bro and she ignored her feelings because of it
>But you've come to a realization through this
Him, getting so close to you. At first I thought I was just looking out for my...bro
>You hesitate
>She winces at the word
But when nop0ny believed me I panicked. Thinking of losing you...
>Her arms encircle you
>”Not another word, sugarcube”
>You return her embrace, lowering your head to meet hers
Can it work?
>”Ah don't know, sug. But we kin give it a trah...can't we?”
>Her mane is soft
>You can feel her heartbeat through her chest
Yeah...we will
>The two of you stay there in silence until it's time to go back home
>~~~~~~~
>Across town
>”Eye-twitch, tail-shake, leg-flap, eye-twitch, mane-flip”
>A gasp
>”Anon and Applejack??”
>A poofy mane deflates and a sinister aura fills the air
>”I'll have to throw a party...”
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>Day 196 in Ponyville
>Rain is pounding on your roof
>Drops clatter against your windows
>You flop out of bed, heavy sleep clouding your brain
>Rainbow Dash must have the weather team out in force to make this much rain
>Good, you think, it'll keep at least one of your constant sources of worry at bay
>You shuffle to the kitchen to make some coffee
'O, Coffee, who art in cabinet,'
>You open the cabinets and grope for the container
'hallowed be thy beans,'
>Grabbing the beans, you put them on the counter
'thy caffeine come,
>You drop a filter into the machine
'my sleep be done,
>The ground beans fall into the filter
'in me, as it is in ponies.'
>You turn the machine on after pouring in the water
>The machine gurgles to life as the sweet nectar drips into the pot
>As you go to sit down you hear a rapid tapping at your door
>This early? Really? Who the hell is it?
>A sinking feeling hits your gut
>You only know one pony who knocks with that much energy
>Shivers run up your spine, snapping the sleepiness out of you
>Guess you won't be needing that coffee...
1/x

>You look through the peephole in your heavy-ass door
>Blackness
>Must be somep0ny's marshmallow hoof covering it
Who's there?
>”It's your old pal Pinkie Pie, silly filly!”
>Pinkie. Somehow you knew...
>Against your better judgment you open your front door
>Pinkie stands in the rain with her absurd grin holding despite the downpour
>Her hair is somehow still in its crazy poofy state
What is it Pinkie?
>”Oh, I just wanted to invite you to a private party. It'll be fun! Just you...me...”
>Her grin becomes manic as she pulls the string by her leg
>How did you not notice that before?
>The Party Cannon fires a net which entangles you immediately
>You fall to the ground, trapped
>”Oh, I'm so happy you accepted my invitation! Come on, we'll get the party started right away!”
>She takes out a rag and puts it to your face
>You try to hold your breath but eventually you sink into unconsciousness
>The last thing you hear is the sound of Pinkie prancing down the street dragging you along
2/x

>You wake up in the dark
>Where the hell are you?
>The sound of rain is muffled. You're either in a basement or you've been out for a goddamn while
>Your eyes adjust to the dark
>You can make out a pair of eyes staring at you through the darkness
>Fucking Pinkie...
>”Oh good, you're up! Now we can start the party!”
>She hops up and bounces out of the room
>The ropes binding your hands are tight. Struggling avails you nothing
>A lightbulb turns on, illuminating the room as you hear her come down the stairs again
>Pinkie comes back in with two full saddlebags and holding a flask in her mouth
>She sets it on the table and unloads the bags
>Balloons, streamers, confetti, and...a funnel?
>Oh fuck
>She moves over to you and forces the funnel into your mouth
>”I hope you like punch!”
>She pours the contents of the flask down your throat before you can resist
>After putting the flask back on the table she saunters back
>Gotta be a way out. Gotta be a way to escape...
>You feel something behind you
>The ropes fall to the ground as Pinkie unties your hands
>Your legs are next, she works them free of the chair before circling around in front of you
>You bolt out of the chair to run
>It was good fortune Pinkie was absent-minded enough to untie you
>As you start to run you feel your legs crumple beneath you
>You fall on your face into Pinkie's arms, the pony having cut you off
>”Party time, Anon” She whispers in your ear with a heavy breath
3/x

>Pinkie lays you out on your back
>Your limbs won't move. They just lie there limp
>The pony saunters around you, batting her eyes as she stares at your powerless state
>She looks hungrily at your pants, then back at your face
>A greedy smile comes over her face as she lowers her head to undo your belt
>You try to talk but only manage to mumble some gibberish
>Looks like you can't do jack shit right now
>A tugging at your pants signals Pinkie's success with your belt, button, and zipper
>You feel them get pulled off and Pinkie's breath on your exposed skin
>She moves back up to your face
>Her mouth is so close you yours
>She stares at you with an unsettling gleam in her eye
>That hungry look is still there
>You feel as she exhales deeply on your neck, her head moving down your body
>Her snout brushes you as she goes
>'Hey, boner? Cut that shit out right now. There is a time and a place and this is neither'
>Pinkie starts working your boxers off
>She's almost there when she stops suddenly
>You hear something upstairs
>Loud steps
>Pounding on a door
>More steps
>The lights go out
>You hear a loud scuffle as Pinkie is thrown against the wall
>”You ok, sugarcube?”
4/x

>Your eyes adjust again to the dark as your bro heaves you onto her back
Mphabblehacgraphllaphl
>Motherfucking Apbrojack's got your back
>She finally gets you secure and hauls your ass out of Pinkie's basement
>”Looks like she did a number on you, partner. Let's git you back home”
>Applejack carries you back to your house through the rain
>She managed to drape your pants over you so you don't flash anyp0ny
>You get home and your bro unloads you onto your couch
>”Sit tight, sugarcube, Ahll git some coffee fer ya”
>After a little while you can sort of move again
>At least enough to swallow the coffee as your bro helps you hold the mug steady
>You're good enough to talk semi-coherently at this point
Fuckhin Pin-kee Pahh aahhllmosht gaahht mee therrrr
>”Ah know, Anon, yer lucky Ah got to ya in time”
Thaaanksshh, Abbljzack. Yerr a ghood phrend
>She smiles a little bit and looks to the kitchen
>You see a little bit of  a blush come on as she gets up to get more coffee
>She's probably just worked up from fighting off Pinkie Pie and then carrying you across town
>Your arms start working after about a half hour
>You can stand up around ten minutes after that
>Apbrojack helps you walk over to your kitchen table
>She sits you back down and goes to the living room to get the mug
>You look out the window
>To your horror you see a familiar pony looking at you from the bushes
>She winks
>You scream
5/x

>Applejack runs into the kitchen
>As she passes the front door you watch as she's blindsided by Pinkie's Party Cannon
>Your bro falls to the ground unconscious 
>You look back to the bushes
>Pinkie's gone
>Turn around
>She's right in front of you with her manic grin and greedy eyes
>”C'mon, Anon, we've still got lots of party games to play! Pin the tail on the pony, bobbing for apples...”
>Her tone gets more unsettling as she speaks
>“...hide the sausage...”
>Oh HELL NO
>You leap out of your chair to escape 
>She catches your leg and you fall
>Body slams against the table
>fadetoblack.mp3

>Wake up in the basement again
>Pinkie's set up the streamers and balloons
>You struggle to get out of the ropes keeping you in your chair
>The pink pony circles the chair, still eying you with that unsettling glint
>She stops next to you and puts her mouth right up to your ear
>”Now just because you're tied up doesn't mean we can't party. I can think of a couple games we can play in this...position”
6/x

>Pinkie Pie plants a kiss on your neck before walking around to face you
>She rests her forehooves on your crotch and looks at you
>”Don't be a party-pooper, Anon. Everyp0ny loves my parties! You've just gotta get into it!”
>She shifts her hooves, purposefully rubbing them on you
>'Stop it, boner. Now's not the time.'
>'LOL nope'
>Pinkie steps back, smiling at her success
>”That's the spirit!”
>She looks really happy with herself...
>You sit in the chair helpless as she starts undoing your belt
>She hums cheerfully to herself as she does so
>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNrXMOSkBas
>Man, fuck this pony
>...Wait, nevermind...shit...
>The pants are off
>This is bad
>This is very bad
>Pinkie is pawing at your boxers absent-mindedly while she stares you in the eye
>”So what game should we play first?”
>She thinks for a minute before looking back at you, having had an idea
>A devious smile crawls over her face
>”How about we just rut?”
>Wow...That was...frank...
>The pink pony climbs up onto your lap
>”You're gonna love this game, Anon!”
7/x

>She starts fumbling at your boxers
>It's slow-going since she has no thumbs and she's trying to balance on your lap
>She's so caught up in her efforts that she doesn't notice your bro creep down the stairs
>Applejack raises her hind legs, preparing to kick Pinkie off of you
>Pinkie leans way back as Applejack's feet fly out
>”Hey! No one like a party-crasher, Applejack.”
>She hops off of your lap as Applejack recovers her balance and turns to face her
>”You keep yer hooves offa him, y'hear?”
>The anger in Applejack's voice is palpable
>”Aw, you're no fun, Applejack. If you want I could share my party guest with you?”
>Applejack blushes, taken aback by Pinkie's suggestion
>Pinkie takes advantage of her flustered state
>She jumps at Applejack, hoping to incapacitate your bro
Applejack!
>Your voice seems to snap her out of it
>Just in time too, she's able to get out of the way
>As Pinkie lands, Applejack lands a hard kick on her side
>The pink pony goes flying across the room
>She gets back up, defiantly cheerful
>”Well if you don't want to share, you can always stay and wat-”
>She's cut off when Applejack lands a heavy blow on her forehead, knocking her out
>You can feel the ropes being loosened behind you
>Saved twice in one day by your bro, Applejack
8/x

>You don't see Pinkie for the rest of the day
>She seemed more determined than usual today
>Maybe it's the rain
>Rainbow's weather team sure are making it pour today
>By the time the sun goes down it's still raining
>Friggin' rain...
>You offer to let Applejack stay the night at your place since walking back to Sweet Apple Acres in the rain would suck
So what do you want to do to pass the time, then?
>She looks surprised for a second, face turning red
>Her blush fades when she sees the confused look on your face
>”Uhh, movies and booze?” She goes for the good old standard
Damn right, bro. I'll get my stash
>You go to the cupboard and retrieve your many bottles
>Applejack Daniels, Celestia's Reserve, the good stuff
>You bring the bottles back over to the couch while Apbrojack flicks on the TV
>The two of you sit back, open the booze, and laugh your asses off at the movie
>As the night goes on you remember why Applejack is your best bro
>Rape-saves aside, she's got your back, she knows how to have fun, and she's down-to-earth enough to get you
>Without looking away from the TV you put out your fist
>She meets it in kind with her hoof
>The rain subsides as the two of you fall asleep on the couch, basking in the TV's blue glow
9/x

>Sunlight filters through your window
>Your eyes open slowly, overcoming the fog brought on by a night of drinking
>Applejack is sprawled out on the couch
>You get up and make a pot of coffee
>As the pot fills up you hear a loud thud
>”Urgh, Ahm ok!” Applejack's groggy voice comes from the living room
Just try not to break any bottles. Some of that stuff's expensive
>”Very funny, Anon. Ah didn't break any of yer precious bottles”
>You chuckle and bring the coffee out to the living room
>After a half hour cleaning up and finishing the coffee Applejack heads home
>Looking out the kitchen window you see her stop and look back
>You can't make out her expression
>She continues walking down the road after a second or two
>A little weird, you think, but you DID almost get taken by Pinkie yesterday...
>...twice...
>No doubt she's worried about you
>At any rate, you've got work to do
>You change your clothes and make your way into town
>You don't want to be late with Twilight. No one wants to be late with Twilight...
10/x

>”Two minutes, eleven seconds, Anon! I could have used you that whole time, but you. Weren't. Here.”
>You were late with Twilight
>She somehow manages to lecture you AND continue whatever it was she was doing at the same time
>”Since you were late coming in, you've got to work extra hard to catch up, OK?”
Sure, Twilight, what do you need me to do?
>A few books float over to you
>”Take these books over to Fluttershy. And please, don't be late with it”
>Twilight sounds exasperated
>It's a little annoying, you were only two minutes late, after all
>But you go anyway. An excuse to see Fluttershy makes up for the lecture
>You take the long way to Fluttershy's house
>As you cross the market district you spot a stallion at Applejack's stand
>He leans on the counter as he leers at your bro
>You already don't like him
>You start back down to Fluttershy's place
>A sudden noise makes you whip around
>Sounds like boards crashing together
>You hear your bro yell
>The books drop to the ground as you rush back to the Apple stand
>Looks like a big board came down on the stand
>The stallion pushed Applejack out of the way, it seems
>She looks safe, unhurt
>Maybe you just jumped to conclusions
>You see Applejack blush
>The stallion looks straight at you with a sneer
>Houston, we have a problem
11/x

>You deliver the books to Fluttershy quickly and go back to the library
>You're mad. Why are you mad? Was it just because of that stallion's shit-eating sneer?
>Whatever
>Twilight's cooled down once you get back
>You work at the library all day and soon forget about Applejack and the stallion
>It's not even a big deal
>She was probably surprised by the falling boards
>Twilight has you organizing books with Spike
>Finally finish around 5
>You head to Sweet Apple Acres after work to see if your bro wants to chill
>Applebloom comes out to greet you when you walk up the path
>”Howdy, Anon? What'cha need?”
I'm looking for Applejack. Have you seen her around?
>”Applejack? She went off with some purple feller a lil while ago”
>That stallion at the market was purple...
>”Hey Anon? Could ya maybe stop crushin' our doorknob?”
>You look down to see your hand clenched around the Apples' front door
Right, sorry, about that, Applebloom. I'll see you later
>”Uh, ok...”
>You walk back to your house with an unwelcome sinking feeling
>It's gonna be a lonesome night 
12/x

>The next few days pass without you getting to hang out with Applejack at all
>You overhear gossip from the other ponies
>The stallion's name is Grape Bristle
>Apparently he's been saving your bro from a series of dangerous situations for the past few days
>The ponies are talking
>The two of them have gotten close
>You feel something not right about this
>Applejack isn't one to be so danger-prone
>You decide to ask around about what kind of accidents have been happening
>Everything from falling construction supplies to a fucking tree going down right in front of the two of them just this morning
>Just doesn't sit right
>You head home from the market and see a small violet colt walking down the road with a saddlebag
>The handle of an ax is sticking out as he walks
>This does not bode well
>You backtrack from where the colt was walking until you find the felled tree
>Clearly it's been cut through enough to be pushed over
>Something is definitely wrong here
>That sinking feeling comes back when you think about that stallion using such underhanded tactics
>And on YOUR bro, no less
>Twilight will know what to do. You've got to talk to Twilight about this
13/x

>”I don't know, Anon. Why would somep0ny fake something like that?”
>Dammit, you can't convince Twilight of shit
>You've been talking in circles for forty minutes
>Without the axe you've got nothing
>”If you're really worried, you should talk to Applejack. It sounds like there's more going on here”
What's that supposed to mean?
>”Nothing, nothing. Just go talk to Applejack, Anon. I think this is a long time coming”
I swear to Celestia, if you keep prancing around with your words-
>You take a deep breath and compose yourself
>Can't get worked up right now
>She's right, you should just talk to your bro
Ok, I'll go talk to her
>Fat lot of help she was. You can't just walk up to Applejack and drop something like this
>You need to get proof first
>And you know right where to start
>You go straight to the market and start asking around for information about Grape Bristle and the colt
>Apparently they just moved to Ponyville
>The colt's name is Grape Juice
>They're staying at one of the inns until they can get a house in town
>You get the name of the inn and decide to stake it out
>Sure, you look like a fucking stalker, but you've got to get proof
>Finally the purple colt emerges from the inn
>You tail him until he reaches the edge of town
>He takes a saw out of the saddlebag and sets to work on some tree branches before climbing up
>Son of a bitch...
14/x

>Your anger overcomes your reason and you set out to confront the little shit
>Unfortunately your timing couldn't be worse
>As you pull Grape Juice out of the tree you hear a voice
>”Anon, what in 'tarnation are ya doin' to that colt?”
>FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-
>”I was j-just p-playing in the tree and t-then th-this big m-mean thing just g-grabbed me...”
>The colt is letting the waterworks go
>”H-he said it w-was b-because he d-doesn't like my brother-herrr.....”
>Applejack looks shocked
>”I can't believe what Ahm seein' Anon. Ah never thought you had it in ya to pick on a little colt like that...and just because I'm seein' Grape Bristle? That's low, partner”
>You put Grape Juice down and walk over to you bro
>Before you can get a word in you feel her hoof collide with your cheek
>You close your eyes in pain and you hear your bro's hoofsteps and muffled sobs as she trots away
>When you look up again you see Grape Juice on her back, sticking his tongue out at you

>The next day you get a visitor at your house
>Fluttershy
>She heard about what happened from Applejack, apparently
>But she, being the kind pony she is, decided to come talk to you instead of slapping you and runn-
>No, don't get bitter, Anon. You're better than that
>Maybe Fluttershy can help you with this
>She's good with...uh...animals...costumes...
>Dammit
>Well at least you have somep0ny to talk to about this
15/x

So I guess you heard, huh?
>”About you and Applejack? Oh, um, yes...”
It's not my fault, Fluttershy. I was trying to find out what's going on with that stallion Applejack's with
>”But Applejack said that, um, well...”
I know what she thinks she saw, but I swear, something's not right about that Grape Bristle
>She looks at you, puzzled
I think he's been setting up all those “accidents” so he can play the hero for Applejack
>Fluttershy gives you a kind smile; she's obviously humoring you
>You maintain your pokerface and she realizes that you're serious
>”You really think that Grape Bristle is...tricking Applejack? Oh my, that's a terrible thing to say!”
Fluttershy, you have to believe me, I SAW Grape Juice saw those tree branches yesterday. I know he's been setting up those “accidents”
>”Well is the branch still there? Maybe, if it's not too much of a bother that is...”
>She looks down and pats her front hooves together nervously
Yeah, come on. I'll show you where that little colt sawed the tree branch
>You walk out of the house with Fluttershy in tow
>You'll sort this out now
>That sinking feeling returns whenever you think about that colossal asshole Grape Bristle getting close to your...
>...your bro
>Why did your mind hesitate just then?
We're almost there, Fluttershy
>The yellow pegasus follows timidly
>She'll believe you when she sees
>She has to...
16/x

>You get to the tree and direct Fluttershy to the lower branches
>She flies up and takes a look at the branches that Grape Juice put the saw to
>”Oh my...that doesn't look very good at all...”
Do you see? I'm telling you, Grape Bristle is setting all this up! He's playing Applejack!
>”That big. Fat. MEANIE”
>Oh boy, Flutterrage mode active
>She takes off full tilt for Sweet Apple Acres
>You'd have liked to go with her at the same time to talk to Applejack, but this will do
>You set off running after her. Hopefully you can make it in time to back Fluttershy up

>As you get to Sweet Apple Acres you see Applejack walk out of the barn 
>Fluttershy had flown over head a few minutes prior, so it's just you now
>Hopefully she'll have talked sense into your bro
>”You've got some nerve, Anon”
>Ah, crap on a bagel
>”Sendin' Fluttershah up here with yer story, Ah can't believe you'd get her involved lahk this”
>Obstinate, stubborn Applejack
>Your heart sinks with every word
>She's angry, hurt, confused...
>You can see tears welling up in her green eyes
>”Whah can't you just be happy fer me? Whah're you actin' lahk this, Anon?”
>Her anger has turned to sadness as her voice starts to shake
>”You should go”
Applejack, please... just let me-
>”Ah s-said, you sh-should go...”
Applejack, listen to m-
>”NOW”
17/x

>You walk back to town, defeated
>If she won't listen to Fluttershy, how can she listen to anyone?
>That bastard stallion
>You'll kill him
>Your fist clenches
>You can feel yourself shaking
>By the time you get home you can barely see straight
>You close the door to your house and collapse
>You'll kill Grape Bristle
>That bastard...
>He...
>It hits you
>He may have been tricking Applejack
>He may have been playing the underhanded game, setting himself up to play the hero
>But he wasn't the one who drove Applejack away from you
>You did
>You followed his brother
>You pulled him out of the tree
>He just did what any colt would do: pinning the blame on you...
>It's your fault she's crying
>It's your fault she's confused and angry
>The tears start to fall from your eyes
>The sinking feeling in your gut transforms and claws at you
>A knock comes at the door
>”Anon?”
18/x

>The door opens and you hear somep0ny walk in
>”hey,Anon, you in he- woah”
>She sees the state you're in and stops
>You feel a marshmallowy hoof on your shoulder
>You see the cyan of Rainbow Dash's hoof when you look up
>She might not be your closest friend, but you feel like she might know Applejack better than anyone
>The mares are kindred spirits, really
>You compose yourself, comforted by the pegasus' quiet understanding
>”I came to see how you were doing, Anon. I didn't expect...uh...whatever THIS is...”
Sorry, Rainbow Dash. I know it looks bad, everything that's happened with Applejack...
>”Yeeaahhh, I may have heard about that...”
It's my fault...
>”What? How could it be YOUR fault? It's that Grape Bristle character who should be apologizing”
No, no, I followed his brother and made Applejack think I was jealous
>”ARE you?”
No, yes, I...I don't even know...
>”Listen. I heard about that purple stallion's little game from Fluttershy. It's not your fault, it's HIS”
But I-
>”You were looking out for Applejack, Anon. The way a friend should. She's just too stubborn to see it”
Rainbow, what the hell can I do now? She won't even talk to me after today
>”Well first off, you can buck up and pull yourself together”
>You calm yourself down as best you can
>”Now, I'm going to go get this Grape Bristle and his little colt brother and bring them over to Sweet Apple Acres”
What? What are you planning, Rainbow?
>”You'll see. Just head down to the park and wait at the bridge over the river”
>You've got a bad feeling about this
19/x

>You walk down to the park with heavy heart
>Fluttershy couldn't talk sense into Applejack, and she's your other closest friend 
>What good can Rainbow Dash do, involving that goddamn stallion and his shit-stain brother?
>You sit on the edge of the bridge and wait
>”C'mon, it's just up this way...”
>You hear Rainbow's voice in the distance
>The sinking feeling returns
>”Is it much further? Apple and I had plans down by the old mill”
>That voice must be Grape Bristle's
>They're close
>You feel your fist clench involuntarily
>The hoofsteps stop
>”Rainbow...”
>Applejack does not sound pleased
>”Why in 'tarnation is HE here?”
>”Just hear me out, OK, Applejack?”
>”Ah ain't inter'sted in what HE has ta say, Rainbow, we're leavin'”
>You turn around as Rainbow produces Grape Juice's saddlebags
>”How'd you get that, you blue meanie?”
>”Let's just say I found it LYING around” Rainbow's voice is full of authority
>Grape Bristle looks panicked at first, but retains his cool
>He's not going to let anything up
>”Rainbow, what is goin' on here?”
>Applejack looks at her pegasus friend impatiently
>”You've been tricked, Applejack”
>Applejack's eyes narrow. 
>This can't be going as Rainbow had hoped
20/x

>”Anon tried to show you but you pushed him away because you're so bucking stubborn”
>Grape Bristle smirks that shit-eating smirk
>”Anon here has done nothing but hurt my Applejack out of his jealousy, Rainbow Dash”
>Rainbow shoots him a glare that shuts him up
>”He was trying to show you proof. Proof I've got now”
>She empties Grape Juice's saddlebag onto the ground
>The saw falls into a pile of sawdust and woodchips
>You see a hammer, some glue, and a load of other tools drop in front of Applejack
>”What's all this? So my brother is into carpentry. Doesn't prove anything”
>”I figured you'd say that, so I took photos”
>She drops several pictures of the sawed branch, the board over the stand (which was missing several nails) and other instances of Grape Juice's sabotage
>Applejack's face turns from shock and disbelief to pain and anger
>”Y'all tricked me this whole tahm?”
>She looks at Grape Bristle, hurt
>Rainbow flies off
>”I'm done here, it's up to you now, Anon. So don't buck this up”
>Grape Juice takes a few steps back
>He knows what's coming
>”Apple, let me explai-”
>A hoof to the face sends him to the ground
>”Ah don't wanna hear another word outta you”
>She takes a look at the photos and you see her face as she realizes her error
>Grape Bristle stands back up, looking furiously at you
Bring it on. I've been waiting for this
21/x

>As the stallion charges you you see Applejack rear her hind legs
>Before you have a chance to punch him in his smug face, her hind legs crack into this skull, sending him flying
>Grape Juice bolts when he sees his brother floored by one kick
>Applejack looks back at you
>”Anon...”
>Her eyes are welling up again
>”Ahm so sorry, Anon... Ah didn't know...”
>You wrap your arms around her as her voice quakes
It's OK, Applejack
>”It's naught, Anon. Ahm a terrible friend”
You're not
>”Ah am” she sobs “Ah wanted to be more than just yer 'bro' and Ah didn't know how...”
>You say nothing. All you can do is hold Applejack tighter
>”...And then HE came along, and he paid attention to me. He was always there when things went bad. Ah just accepted it b'cause Ah wanted it to be true so badly...”
>Her words hit you hard. You're to blame for missing her feelings. For missing your own...
>”Ah love ya, Anon... Ah don't care that yer a human...Ah don't care...”
>The sinking feeling in you gut is gone
Applejack...
>You pull her face close to yours
I know
>Your kiss silences the heavy sobs from the pony in your arms
>You don't care that she's a pony
>She doesn't care that you're a human
>It doesn't matter
>In this moment, you feel immortal
>Like everything is going to be alright
End

Alt. Ending
>As the stallion charges you, a rush of adrenaline surges in your body
>You don't even care that he can probably floor you easily
>He tricked your bro
>Rainbow's right, it's not your fault
>He rears up
>You clench your fist and duck down
>As his hooves overshoot you, your fist finds its mark
>Grape Bristle's stomach yields as you follow through
>He stumbles back, eyes clamped shut in pain
Didn't set THAT up, did you?
>'You suck at one-liners, you know that?'
>Not now, brain
>You take a step forward
>The stallion sees your determination
>He stands across from you, waiting for you to make a move
>”That's enough, botha y'all!”
>Applejack finally speaks up
>”Bristle, Ah can't believe you'd stoop so low as ta trick me into likin' ya. We're through, y'hear? Now git!”
>Grape Bristle sighs and nods. Nothing he can do to change her mind anyway
>He walks past you to pick up Grape Juice
>As he passes you he stops
>”I might have tricked Apple, here, but you know what, Anon?”
>He pauses, then, with a snarl
>”At least I tried to give her something more than somep0ny to 'hang out' with. You're no better than me. Don't forget that”
22/x

>Well, that kind of took the wind out of your sails...
>Grape Bristle walks off with his brother
>You watch them go as Applejack comes up to you
>She looks like she's about to say something
I'm sorry, Applejack... I should have just told you myself before any of this happened
>”It don't matter none, Anon. Ya wanted ta look out fer me-”
I was jealous
>”...Say what now?”
I did this, all of this, because I was jealous, mad, conflicted
>”Jealous... a what?”
>You turn to look at her
>She's blushing again
>Grape Bristle's words echo in your head
>He's right, you made her your bro and she ignored her feelings because of it
>But you've come to a realization through this
Him, getting so close to you. At first I thought I was just looking out for my...bro
>You hesitate
>She winces at the word
But when nop0ny believed me I panicked. Thinking of losing you...
>Her arms encircle you
>”Not another word, sugarcube”
>You return her embrace, lowering your head to meet hers
Can it work? 
>”Ah don't know, sug. But we kin give it a trah...can't we?”
>Her mane is soft
>You can feel her heartbeat through her chest
Yeah...we will
>The two of you stay there in silence until it's time to go back home
>~~~~~~~
>Across town
>”Eye-twitch, tail-shake, leg-flap, eye-twitch, mane-flip”
>A gasp
>”Anon and Applejack??”
>A poofy mane deflates and a sinister aura fills the air
>”I'll have to throw a party...”
End

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