Title:           Younganon Golden Harvest
Author:          GhostKid
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First Edit:      Thursday 14th of February 2013 01:07:52 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Thursday 14th of February 2013 01:07:52 AM CDT

>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.
 
>Golden Harvest: you is.
>Ready: you weren't.
>The next day you had jitters that shook from your tail to your teeth
>This was the most important rule for your family.
>Introduction.
"If I can just get him to come over and stay...he'll understand we've gotta be together!"
>Yes. That is most certainly what is going to happen.
>You gallop off towards the Apple family home to invite him over when you remember something important.
>You forgot to fix your mane!
>And your fur...
>And your teeth were hardly presentable.
"Oh, shoot!"
>You freeze, suddenly worrying maybe a little too much about how everypony else was going to see you.
>After all, you were in the middle of nowhere, safely away from town.
>Nobody would be able to tell.
>You permit yourself that idle fantasy, resuming the path to your romantic interest.
>Humming, you approach the door with a gentle knock of your black hoof.
>Nobody responds.
>No PONY, you chide yourself. Anon was certainly a pony. He didn't act like a dog or a dragon, or a cow or donkey. So he had to be a pony.
>You knock again, more forcefully this time, but the door swings open as you do so, and you fall right on your face, green mane splaying out.
"Ah!"
>Anon stands at the door, wide-eyed.
>"What in...the hay? Who are you?"
>Your name was Chrysalis, soon to be queen of the Changelings.