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Miscast - Chapter 11

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>Day 24 in Equestria
>"Anon, Ah don't mean to be rude, but that is one of the ugliest things Ah've ever seen."
"Oh come on, it's not that bad."
>You and Applejack are standing outside of this run down, broken, piece of shit building on the outskirts of town.
>Or as you like to call it, your future home.
>"Seriously, Anon, we have another barn..."
"Applejack, I've been mooching off of you guys for a month."
>No fallacy in that statement.
>For the better portion of a month, you've been sleeping in comfy piles of hay and eating their apples.
>And as much as you enjoyed mooching, it's time to stop.
>That sack of bits Rarity gave you amazingly did not get wasted in a few nights of drinking.
>In fact, the booze barely made a dent.
>After a night of drunken contemplation, you decided to buy and fix up your own place.
>"Looks like ya got a LOT of work ahead of ya..."
"Definitely, but it will be worth it."
>You don't often do things on your own.
>But when you do, damn it feels good.
>AJ accompanied you to the hardware store to pick up a proper tool set.
>Hammer, Nails, Saw, Screws, Screwdriver, and a fancy Tool Box filled with other necessities.
>All of this took a small chunk of bits, but you still have the majority of them left.
>You even bought the building on discount because of how, well, shitty it is.
>Long story short, you still have a of bits left.
>To go drinking with.
>Real fucking responsible.
>As you make your way back to the shit shack...
>"How's the, uh, scar?"
>It hasn't been bothering you of late.
"It's fine. Just as mysterious as ever."
>She's been the one to ask the most about it, aside from Fluttershy.
>Does she know something about it...?
>Or maybe you won't be fucking paranoid and she's just genuinely concerned.
>Let's go with number 2.
"I appreciate the concern, though."
>"Yeah, no problem..."
>She really IS concerned.
>And that's concerning you!
>Recursive concern.
>And so you get to work.
>AJ helps you out the whole time, giving you nails and boards.
>Eventually, it gets late in the day, and the sun starts to set.
>"No point in workin' when we can't see."
"Sounds fine by me."
>"Ya'll gonna sleep in the splinter shack, or you wanna come back to the barn?"
>You hoped you could have started sleeping in it today, but it is in no condition to live in it.
"Guess I'll have to eh?"
>You put all your tools in the house and lock it up, and make your way back to the barn.
>After a short walk, you're there.
"Thanks for the help today, AJ."
>"Ain't nothin', sugarcube."
>As you walk in and prepare to lie down in some comfy as shit hay, you hear.
>"Give me just a minute, I got a present for ya."
>A present?
>You haven't done anything present-worthy.
>But who're you to turn down free stuff?
>In a few minutes, she returns with two bottles.
"Hm?"
>You grab one from her.
>Applejack Daniels...
"You make your own booze?"
>She looks away.
>"Yeah, here and there...it's the strong stuff too, not like that dishwater you get at the bar."
>Now this is a fucking present.
>"Ah wanted to thank ya for all the help on the farm."
"I'm pretty sure letting me sleep here was thanks enough."
>"Heh, it was nothing. Besides, always nice to have another person besides the family on the orchard."
>Applejack works all the time.
>All. The. Time.
>It's understandable she should be happy someone else came along.
>Even if it wasn't a p0ny.
>"Well come on, enough chit chat. Down the hatch!"
>You clink bottles with her as you down the booze.
>Ho-ly shit this stuff was strong.
>She's right, you may as well be drinking soda at the bar.
>This is REAL alcohol.
>And it tastes like delicious fucking apples.
>As expected from an Apple-family brew.
>You take another swig as you lay your head back in the hay.
>Before long, you and Applejack are engaging in drunken conversation.
>"So is Rainbow such a LIGHTWEIGHT, that after a few beers, she flew into the barn?"
"Yep, she'd probably pass out drinking this stuff."
>"What a pushover!"
>You drunkenly giggle at poking fun at Rainbow.
>With that small frame, it's no surprise she couldn't hold her liquor.
>"It's been FOREVER since Ah've had a drink like this..."
"Don't get out much?"
>"It's always work, work, work, make meals, babysit Applebloom, blahdeblahdeblah..."
>That sounds like a massive pain in the ass.
>"You workin' here has made it a bit easier...but Ah never get to go out at night with friends."
>And that's not fair in the least.
>Drunken kindness goes into full swing.
"Applejack, why don't I babysit Applebloom for you sometime?"
>She looks up at you in awe.
>"You'd really do that fer me?"
"Absolutely."
>Your bro-ness is at critical levels.
>"That would be so great!"
>She throws herself at you, giving you a big hug.
>"It's not often people are so nice to me..."
>Which you find odd.
>Maybe it's just because she's so out of the way?
>"Thanks so much..."
>She's still hugging you.
>Normally you'd find a way out of it, but that AJ Daniels has hit you pretty hard.
>Plus the hay is so comfy, you don't wanna move.
>Eventually the hug is released, but she doesn't leave.
>She just kinda lays on you.
>You don't mind.
>You're exhausted, hay's comfy, she's warm and offered you booze.
>She's been concerned for your health and gave you a place to stay.
>Hell, it only makes sense you share a drink and chat like this.
>The lying down may be a bit much.
>But who cares, you're halfway to wasted.
>Another sip, and you toss your head back.
>Damn she's warm.
>And soft.
>NO, no petting.
>You know where that got you before.
>"Heh, you know mah Granny still thinks you're a p0ny..."
>You can't help but giggle at that.
"Yeah..."
>"She thought it was an awful shame ya weren't here to court me..."
>...
>The next morning, Day 25 in Equestria...
>Good morning, hangover.
>You sit up from your pile of hay and stretch.
>That was some powerful drink last night...
>With Applejack.
>Nothing happened, right?
>Of course not.
>You're a bigger man than that.
>And she's a fucking p0ny.
>You've been here for a while, but not for that long.
>You go to rub your temples to alleviate the mild headache...
>Something's in the way.
>You pull it off your head...
>A brown Stetson hat.
>...
>"Morning, sugarcube."
>Looking down to your right, you see an orange marshmallow sharing the hay with you.
>You have GOT to be kidding me.
>She turns up and looks at you.
>"Ah gotta say, the hat suits ya."
>You quickly take off the hat and pop it on her head.
"It, uh, definitely looks better on you."
>She laughs lightly.
>"Thanks."
>Oh fuck this is bad.
>This is BAD.
>In a few minutes, you're up and at 'em.
>Luckily you noticed you were still fully dressed, so that quelled some suspicion.
>You still have to wonder...
>"Thanks again for last night Anon, that's exactly what I needed."
>Fucking dammit that isn't helping.
"Yeah, no problem..."
>"So you'll take 'em off my hooves later today?"
>What?
>Oh, OH! She means Applebloom and her friends.
>Whew.
"Of course! I said I'd give you a ha-hoof."
>That just sounds wrong, but it's proper vernacular.
>She gives you a smile and gets up herself.
>"Welp, I'm gonna get my work done for the day and get ready to go out!"
"Sounds like a plan."
>She shakes off the hay and walks towards the exit.
>"See ya later, sugarcube."
>She gives you a wink, then leaves.
>NOT HELPING WITH THE SUSPICION.
>Looks like you have a fun day to look forward to.
>Looking after Applebloom and her pals.
>Babysitting, yay....
>"MORNING!"
>Oh hell you recognize that voice.
"Pinkie, what in the-"
>She covers your mouth.
>"Look at you, lying down with Applejack! Was it FUN~?"
>She was fucking here for...
>I don't know how long, but she saw.
"Nothing happened."
>"Are you suuuuu~re?"
>Not a chance.
"Yes."
>Lying fuck.
>"If you say so~"
"What the hell do you want?!"
>"Noooothing, just making sure you're happy!"
>That's her excuse? Making sure you are HAPPY?
>"You seem to get along reee~ally well with a few p0nies."
>She sounds almost evil...but her voice is so high and cheerful.
"I guess so. What of it?"
>You want her gone.
>"Nothing, nothing at all..."
>She smirks.
>"I'll see you later~"
>She dives into the pile of hay.
>And she's gone.
>Fucking. Crazy. Stalker. Psycho. P0ny.

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>Day 24 in Equestria

>"Anon, Ah don't mean to be rude, but that is one of the ugliest things Ah've ever seen."
"Oh come on, it's not that bad."
>You and Applejack are standing outside of this run down, broken, piece of shit building on the outskirts of town.
>Or as you like to call it, your future home.
>"Seriously, Anon, we have another barn..."
"Applejack, I've been mooching off of you guys for a month."
>No fallacy in that statement.
>For the better portion of a month, you've been sleeping in comfy piles of hay and eating their apples.
>And as much as you enjoyed mooching, it's time to stop.
>That sack of bits Rarity gave you amazingly did not get wasted in a few nights of drinking.
>In fact, the booze barely made a dent.
>After a night of drunken contemplation, you decided to buy and fix up your own place.
>"Looks like ya got a LOT of work ahead of ya..."
"Definitely, but it will be worth it."
>You don't often do things on your own.
>But when you do, damn it feels good.

>AJ accompanied you to the hardware store to pick up a proper tool set.
>Hammer, Nails, Saw, Screws, Screwdriver, and a fancy Tool Box filled with other necessities.
>All of this took a small chunk of bits, but you still have the majority of them left.
>You even bought the building on discount because of how, well, shitty it is.
>Long story short, you still have a of bits left.
>To go drinking with.
>Real fucking responsible.
>As you make your way back to the shit shack...
>"How's the, uh, scar?"
>It hasn't been bothering you of late.
"It's fine. Just as mysterious as ever."
>She's been the one to ask the most about it, aside from Fluttershy.
>Does she know something about it...?
>Or maybe you won't be fucking paranoid and she's just genuinely concerned.
>Let's go with number 2.
"I appreciate the concern, though."
>"Yeah, no problem..."
>She really IS concerned.
>And that's concerning you!
>Recursive concern.

>And so you get to work.
>AJ helps you out the whole time, giving you nails and boards.
>Eventually, it gets late in the day, and the sun starts to set.
>"No point in workin' when we can't see."
"Sounds fine by me."
>"Ya'll gonna sleep in the splinter shack, or you wanna come back to the barn?"
>You hoped you could have started sleeping in it today, but it is in no condition to live in it.
"Guess I'll have to eh?"
>You put all your tools in the house and lock it up, and make your way back to the barn.
>After a short walk, you're there.
"Thanks for the help today, AJ."
>"Ain't nothin', sugarcube."
>As you walk in and prepare to lie down in some comfy as shit hay, you hear.
>"Give me just a minute, I got a present for ya."
>A present?
>You haven't done anything present-worthy.
>But who're you to turn down free stuff?
>In a few minutes, she returns with two bottles.
"Hm?"
>You grab one from her.
>Applejack Daniels...
"You make your own booze?"
>She looks away.
>"Yeah, here and there...it's the strong stuff too, not like that dishwater you get at the bar."
>Now this is a fucking present.

>"Ah wanted to thank ya for all the help on the farm."
"I'm pretty sure letting me sleep here was thanks enough."
>"Heh, it was nothing. Besides, always nice to have another person besides the family on the orchard."
>Applejack works all the time.
>All. The. Time.
>It's understandable she should be happy someone else came along.
>Even if it wasn't a p0ny.
>"Well come on, enough chit chat. Down the hatch!"
>You clink bottles with her as you down the booze.
>Ho-ly shit this stuff was strong.
>She's right, you may as well be drinking soda at the bar.
>This is REAL alcohol.
>And it tastes like delicious fucking apples.
>As expected from an Apple-family brew.
>You take another swig as you lay your head back in the hay.
>Before long, you and Applejack are engaging in drunken conversation.

>"So is Rainbow such a LIGHTWEIGHT, that after a few beers, she flew into the barn?"
"Yep, she'd probably pass out drinking this stuff."
>"What a pushover!"
>You drunkenly giggle at poking fun at Rainbow.
>With that small frame, it's no surprise she couldn't hold her liquor.
>"It's been FOREVER since Ah've had a drink like this..."
"Don't get out much?"
>"It's always work, work, work, make meals, babysit Applebloom, blahdeblahdeblah..."
>That sounds like a massive pain in the ass.
>"You workin' here has made it a bit easier...but Ah never get to go out at night with friends."
>And that's not fair in the least.
>Drunken kindness goes into full swing.
"Applejack, why don't I babysit Applebloom for you sometime?"
>She looks up at you in awe.
>"You'd really do that fer me?"
"Absolutely."
>Your bro-ness is at critical levels.
>"That would be so great!"
>She throws herself at you, giving you a big hug.
>"It's not often people are so nice to me..."
>Which you find odd.
>Maybe it's just because she's so out of the way?

>"Thanks so much..."
>She's still hugging you.
>Normally you'd find a way out of it, but that AJ Daniels has hit you pretty hard.
>Plus the hay is so comfy, you don't wanna move.
>Eventually the hug is released, but she doesn't leave.
>She just kinda lays on you.
>You don't mind.
>You're exhausted, hay's comfy, she's warm and offered you booze.
>She's been concerned for your health and gave you a place to stay.
>Hell, it only makes sense you share a drink and chat like this.
>The lying down may be a bit much.
>But who cares, you're halfway to wasted.
>Another sip, and you toss your head back.
>Damn she's warm.
>And soft.
>NO, no petting.
>You know where that got you before.
>"Heh, you know mah Granny still thinks you're a p0ny..."
>You can't help but giggle at that.
"Yeah..."
>"She thought it was an awful shame ya weren't here to court me..."
>...

>The next morning, Day 25 in Equestria...

>Good morning, hangover.
>You sit up from your pile of hay and stretch.
>That was some powerful drink last night...
>With Applejack.
>Nothing happened, right?
>Of course not.
>You're a bigger man than that.
>And she's a fucking p0ny.
>You've been here for a while, but not for that long.
>You go to rub your temples to alleviate the mild headache...
>Something's in the way.
>You pull it off your head...
>A brown Stetson hat.
>...
>"Morning, sugarcube."
>Looking down to your right, you see an orange marshmallow sharing the hay with you.
>You have GOT to be kidding me.
>She turns up and looks at you.
>"Ah gotta say, the hat suits ya."
>You quickly take off the hat and pop it on her head.
"It, uh, definitely looks better on you."
>She laughs lightly.
>"Thanks."
>Oh fuck this is bad.
>This is BAD.

>In a few minutes, you're up and at 'em.
>Luckily you noticed you were still fully dressed, so that quelled some suspicion.
>You still have to wonder...
>"Thanks again for last night Anon, that's exactly what I needed."
>Fucking dammit that isn't helping.
"Yeah, no problem..."
>"So you'll take 'em off my hooves later today?"
>What?
>Oh, OH! She means Applebloom and her friends.
>Whew.
"Of course! I said I'd give you a ha-hoof."
>That just sounds wrong, but it's proper vernacular.
>She gives you a smile and gets up herself.
>"Welp, I'm gonna get my work done for the day and get ready to go out!"
"Sounds like a plan."
>She shakes off the hay and walks towards the exit.
>"See ya later, sugarcube."
>She gives you a wink, then leaves.
>NOT HELPING WITH THE SUSPICION.
>Looks like you have a fun day to look forward to.
>Looking after Applebloom and her pals.
>Babysitting, yay....

>"MORNING!"
>Oh hell you recognize that voice.
"Pinkie, what in the-"
>She covers your mouth.
>"Look at you, lying down with Applejack! Was it FUN~?"
>She was fucking here for...
>I don't know how long, but she saw.
"Nothing happened."
>"Are you suuuuu~re?"
>Not a chance.
"Yes."
>Lying fuck.
>"If you say so~"
"What the hell do you want?!"
>"Noooothing, just making sure you're happy!"
>That's her excuse? Making sure you are HAPPY?
>"You seem to get along reee~ally well with a few p0nies."
>She sounds almost evil...but her voice is so high and cheerful.
"I guess so. What of it?"
>You want her gone.
>"Nothing, nothing at all..."
>She smirks.
>"I'll see you later~"
>She dives into the pile of hay.
>And she's gone.
>Fucking. Crazy. Stalker. Psycho. P0ny.

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