- >>The mental games are starting to effect you more and more in your life
- >>Your sleeps are more and more restless
- >>Celestia has taken to implanting unpleasant images in your brain. Flashes of your past life.
- >>Never the good parts
- >>As far as you know, there are no good parts
- >>Not like in Equestria
- >>Under the rule of the benevolent Celestia, life is better. You love Celestia. She is your God. You owe her everything
- >>You have taken to praying to her for a cure to your insomnia
- >>The cycle is vicious
- >>Celestia made sure of that
- >>The fighting is good money. Good, and you're good AT it
- >>Save for Applejack, there are only a few fights you've lost
- >>And you're confident that you could have won those just as likely as they did
- >>But it isn't perfect
- >>It's underground
- >>Frowned upon by Pony society
- >>Ponyville is but one stop on the yearly tour, and you cannot follow it
- >>You are anchored to Ponyville. Celestia made certain of that.
- >>So your employment is far from permanent
- >>You supplement your fight money, which needs to last you most of a year, with income from odd jobs around ponyville
- >>Just like when you were new. Help people move, help stock stores when they are short on horsepower
- >>Every once in a while you serve as a bouncer at a bar
- >>But your business opportunities sometimes get squandered when people like Twilight are around
- >>Fucking magic
- >>Poor girl does not realize it, but she makes your life harder than it needs to be
- >>You can't believe where you've ended up as a result
- >>While the others buck, you haul
- >>Sweet Apple Acres, home of the best apple trees in Equestria
- >>It's also the home of your stalker
- >>Anonymous is not stupid
- >>You keep an eye out
- >>Brokintosh gets a little impatient with you sometimes. You cannot haul as fast as some of the others
- >>After hours and hours, he takes pity on you. You're only human.
- >>“Anon, yer' hands would be more useful in the cellar sortin' apples.”
- Ten four.
- >>He doesn't get it, but when you leave to the apple cellar being filled today he smiles.
- >>“Eeeyep.”
- >>When you're done for the day, you get in line with all of the other hired hands and get your bits before you depart
- >>Applejack is always the one handing out the coinage
- >>When you pass, she grins at you wantingly
- >>Express your disinterest by taking your bits and leaving
- >>And so your days go.
- >>Sorting green apples, yellow apples, and red apples
- >>It's hard to keep up with the volume of apples coming in to the cellars, but you manage
- >>Harder, still, you have to serve as the first quality control screen
- >>Work
- >>Get paid
- >>Hang with your best bro, Rainbow
- >>Sleep
- >>Your life is regimented mediocrity
- >>And you thank Celestia for it behind every breath you take
- >>Last day of the season
- >>Brokintosh is aware of your financial troubles. You refuse to ask for hand outs
- >>You must have had a conservative vein in you in your previous life, not that you would know that
- >>You want to work hard. You want every bit to reflect your blood, sweat, and tears
- >>You want to be proud of your money
- >>You want Dash to be proud of you. Proud of discovering you, proud to call you Broski
- >>You also want Celestia to be proud of you. Proud that she chose you. Show her that you are thankful
- >>Brokintosh approaches you
- >>“Hey, Anon. Want some overtime?”
- >>The sun is setting, but you have nowhere to be.
- That would be great.
- >>“Alright. Just come to me when you're done.”
- >>You get to work in the cellar, the last one to be filled before the season is out
- >>Your fingers trail off the last plump, red jewel as you place it in its appropriate crate and hammer it shut
- >>Your job is done
- >>You know not what time it is, but it is dark, it is late. You turn to leave.
- >>You won't bother Brokintosh tonight. Head home, come back tomorrow for payment
- >>But you stop half way up the steps. You hear hoof beats
- >>Applejack stands over you, and step by step she comes down the cellar
- >>“Big Mac sent me to pay ya, Anon”
- That's nice
- >>Anonymous is not stupid
- >>Even as the cellar closes behind her, you beam a hostile glare at her
- >>You're too tired to deal with this shit tonight
- >>“Kinda reminds ya of that one time, don't it?”
- We were in a silo 'that one time.'
- >>She tosses her braid over her other shoulder as she throws her head
- >>“Pssh! Yer' a picky one. Good thing ya don't got a choice.”
- >>She creeps lower and lower down the steps, and you creep back further and further from her
- >>She is wholly content with this feeling of power over you
- >>“Too bad Big Mac reassigned ya to organizin'. Ah was enjoying the view when you were hauling those heavy crates.”
- >>You get off the steps and make your way back against the pile of crates
- >>She hops off and homes in on you like a bloodhound
- Why do you do this?
- >>“Mmm~ what's that, sugarcube?”
- This. We both know where this is going. You're going to try and rape me, I'm going to esca
- >>She puts a hoof to your chest
- >>“No escapin' for you, this time. An' besides, I wouldn't have ta do this if'n you would just let it happen”
- >>She starts crawling up on you
- >>You put your hand to her chest and push her off
- No.
- >>Applejack stumbles back onto all fours and snorts, clapping a fore-hoof to the ground
- >>“Well...! Why not! Ah'm a perfectly doable young mare, ain't I? What is it, am I not pretty 'nuff fer' ya, city-boy?”
- You're a pony
- >>“Should I wear my hair like Fluttershy? Or that Dash... yer' always hangin' out with her!”
- Applejack
- >>“Why, I bet you've bucked her brains out more'n...”
- APPLEJACK
- >>She looks to you, wide eyed
- You're a pony.
- >>“Yeah, so what?”
- I am Anonymous.
- >>She glares at you
- I do not forgive, I do not forget.
- >>“What's that got to do with anythin'?”
- >>You narrow your eyes at her
- I'd hate for our friendship to be dashed over this.
- >>The orange mare beats her hoof twice on the ground
- >>The 'f' word appears to have been effective
- >>Emotional crit
- >>“But... why's it gotta be like that?”
- Just let me go, Applejack.
- >>Pause
- Please
- >>She looks down to the ground
- As a friend
- >>Her hoof beats the ground once more
- >>“Ah... awright. But next time, Anon...”
- >>Her voice is laced with frustration as she moves up the cellar doors and easily opens them
- >>“Git, before ah change my mind.”
- >>You consider asking Macintosh for hazard pay
- >>You decide against it
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The Story That Never Was - Chapter 2
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