Younganon Golden Harvest (incomplete)

>You are Golden Harvest.

>You didn't really want to go, but hopefully mother wouldn't be too mad if you stopped for a second and...

>You zip back and give Anon a kiss on the cheek while he isn't looking, then gallop back home as fast as possible, giggling all the while.

"Heehee, I hope he thinks of me more often~!"

>After a few minutes of constant galloping, you reach the front door of the Carrot family home and let yourself in with a key inside your mane.

"Mom, dad! I'm home!"

>"Golden! How was your day?"

>Your mother, Carrot Top, emerges from the kitchen with food and places it on the table in the dining room.

"It was great! I really think me and Anon-"

>"Anon and I."

"Yeah, Anon and I, I think we're totally going to be meant for each other!"

>Carrot top rolls her eyes and shakes her green-maned head.

>"I don't know if it'll work out, dear. He is pretty involved with the princess."

>You pout.

"But he's the colt next door..."

>"I know dear, but he's hardly a colt at all. I know that doesn't mean much to us, but it still complicates things..."

>You pout harder.

>She sighs and pats the top of your head.

>"Your father and I will discuss it, alright?"

"Okay..."

>You walk around the house to get to the kitchen and wash up your hooves.

>Looking at them, you think about Anon's hands. Such strange gross things. You would fix them soon.

>You make a face in the mirror imagining Anon's look of surprise.

"Heehee! He'll be really happy."

>When you rejoin your family at the table, your father is present. He gives you a nod and a smile.

>"So I hear our little child has found her special someone?"

"Yes, I think Anon, who lives with the Apples, is the one for me!"

>He coos and scratches under your chin.

>"That's adorable. But uhh...do you know about the birds and the bees yet?"

"Not a clue, daddy."

>He breathes a sigh of relief.

"But I know its supposed to happen during Estrus so I guess I have until next year to learn!"

>His face loses mirth visibly as your mother chuckles.

>"Well, in any case, we hope you know what you're getting into.Love is a battlefield, after all."

"Then I am ready to fight!"

>You make a mock-military pose, eliciting laughs from your parents.