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>You wake the next morning.
>And you have a migraine.
>Pretty unusual first thing in the morning.
>Maybe it had to do with your dream.
>It probably hurt cause spirit dreams are special.
>Though it didn't feel much like a spirit dream.
>Not that you have any to reference.
>It felt more like your life flashing before your eyes.
>A very sad life.
>Getting bit by the neighbor's dog was unpleasant.
>Especially when the neighbor's dog was a Chihuahua named Ms Fuzzywumps, and the the whole street saw you running from her.
>They never let you live it down.
>Then there was getting rejected by a girl you asked out cause you lost a bet.
>That wouldn't have been so bad, except that at best she was a 4/10 .
>That pretty much sealed your virginity by any woman who didn't charge by the hour.
>But the saddest part was how much of the dream were of you playing games.
>If you died back home and they wrote about you based on this dream, it would go something like:
"Here lies Anonymous
He lived for the Swarm
He fought for the Orcs
Fuck you Gandhi"
>Damn, your life was sad.
>Was that your subconscious telling you to just kill yourself?
>If you saw someone with a life like that, you'd certainly tell them to.
>Maybe it was you spirit guide telling you you need to stop being a bitch and man up.
>Yeah, that sounded better.
>You've been taking shit from the p0nies since day one.
>You've given everything you can, and you can't give anymore.
>Too bad they have magic.
>Magic is bullshit.
>Perhaps it's best if you just bide your time and take it one step at a time.
>Besides, you gotta get to work.
>Walking to the kitchen to grab some toast to eat on the way, you see a deer near the edge of the forest.
"Spirit guide."
>You look at him for a bit, hoping for some kind of sign, and your migraine increases.
>But it's not so much a throbbing pain like headaches and migraines you've had before.
>It's more of an odd, tingly feeling of discomfort.
>Hard to explain really.
>Looking back the deer is gone, and your migraine starts to subside.
>Maybe he was filling your head with knowledge or something?
>Yeah that sounds about right.
>Looking at the time, you realize if you don't haul ass now, you're gonna be late.
>Scarfing the toast down on your way out the door, you sprint your way to Sweet Apple Acres.
>You debate taking the long way, but even at full speed nonstop, you'd still be late.
>That means going through the town and listening to p0nies and their shit talk.
>Just gotta ignore them.
>You hear the typical subtle whispers.
>And the not so subtle yells and sneers.
>You block them out as normal and continue, but then something stops you.
>Something you haven't heard before. You just barely caught it, but it hit you like a truck.
>"That Applejack must be some kind of freak to let that monster work for her."
>"I guess it takes a freak to like a freak."
>Now, you were never much for violence.
>Sure you enjoyed violence in your entertainment, but you never really wanted to actually hurt anyone.
>Now you wanted to murder someone.
>Or somep0ny as it were.
>You turn back and see to two mares laughing at their little joke.
>The glare you give them could freeze water.
>They notice and lock up, a visible look of fear on their faces.
>Even before working at the farm, your stature was intimidating, at least to p0nies, standing at least 2 feet above them.
>And working on the farm only added to that.
>As it stood, the only p0nies physically stronger than you around here were AJ, Big Mac, and Snowflake.
>You weren't as big as a minotaur, but to a p0ny you might as well have been Godzilla.
"What was that?"
>Enough venom laces your words that you wouldn't be surprised if they actually had to get anti-venom for it in this crazy world.
>They continue to just stare at you, eyes locked on you from the fear that this monster was about to lose control and hurt them.
"I don't think I stuttered, I asked what was it you just said?"
>They begin to cower down. It's only now that you realized how quiet and still everything has gotten around you.
>Most of the onlooking p0nies share a similar expression to the two mares, ready to bolt at the slightest provocation.
>A few others try putting on brave faces, attempting to look scary, but it's clear there's no resolve in them if anything were to happen, and they'd run just like the others.
>You get a little angry and suddenly all the shit talking stops? These are the things you've been letting push you around for months now?
>This must be thanks to your spirit guide, that migraine must've been him giving you the courage to finally stand up for yourself.
>But that's not what matters now.
>Treating you like shit was one thing, but you weren't gonna let this slide.
>Applejack has been an absolute blessing and a friend ever since you came here, and you weren't going to let them ridicule her just because she was nice to you.
"Oh? I ask you something and all of a sudden you become mute? You didn't seem to have a hard time talking when you were talking shit abou-"
>"Anon you featherbrain! Yer later than figs in winter. Now come on and let's git, we're gonna have to work past sundown to make up fer this."
"Applejack? But they were-!"
>"The only 'butt' here better be yours hightailing it to the farm!"
>You debate for a second about going, or staying to give the two mares a chewing out long overdue, and think better of it, mostly because you don't wanna start any more trouble and possibly get AJ involved.
>"Come on partner, them apples ain't gonna buck themselves!"
"Yes boss."
>Without further incident, you start heading for Sweet Apple Acres.
>It isn't until you're nearly there that you failed to realize that there's been no sound of hooves behind you.
>Looking back, you see Applejack just now making her way towards you.
>The look on her face, you've seen her mad at you for being late or messing up on the job, but the expression of what you can only describe as a mix between anger, annoyance, and disappointment.
"What took you so lo-"
>"What was that all about Anon?"
>Her tone matches her expression perfectly.
"You mean back in town, that was, uh, nothing really."
>"Anon, I'm the Element of Honesty. Yer gonna have to do a much better job at lyin' if you think you can pull the wool over my eyes."
"Yeah, sorry. I guess I just let them get to me today. It's just some of the things they said this time really got under my skin."
>You decide against telling her that it was them talking about her that set you off.
>"They're just words, Anon. Ah'm not gonna say words can't hurt ya none, but they only hurt if ya let 'em."
"You're right, it's just that's it like this everyday, and I suppose it's just wearing me down."
>She looks at you a bit sadly, then walks up beside you and bumps you with her flank, with that charming smile of hers.
>"Tell ya what Anon, we get finished with everything today, and I'll bake an apple pie, just fer you."
>You were honestly a bit sick of apple dishes, since that's pretty much been your whole diet since working on the farm, but you weren't going to tell that to Applejack.
>Besides, that mare knew how to make a damn good pie.
>The work would help take your mind off of the events in town, and the pie would just be gravy.
>"But don't you go gettin' comfortable with this arrangement. Can't have ya getting spoiled on me."
"Oh?"
>Time to ham it up.
"But mooommmmy! I don't wanna do chores! I wanna go and play with me friends!"
>She quizzically raises an eyebrow, trying to grasp what you just said.
>Then it hits her, and a smug grin grows on her face.
>"Boy, you best get that keester in gear of you want any pie!"
"You're the worst mom ever! All the other moms let their kids play whenever and stay up all night!"
>"Well too bad, you ain't got other moms, you just got me. Now move that rump before I make you go get your own switch to tan your hide with!"
>She 'spanks' you with her tail.
"Waaaaaahhhhh, you're so unfair!"
>You can't hold it in any longer, as the two of you lose yourselves in a fit of laughter.
>Shortly after, AJ regains her composure.
>"Land sakes Anon, you got some nerve calling a young mare like me 'mom'. That's good, shows you got some backbone, cause you're gonna need it as all this jabbering means we're just gonna have to work that much harder to make up fer it."
>You give an exaggerated groan as the two of you begin walking towards the orchards to get to work.
>"So Anon, you do anything yesterday? You said you were calling it an early night, but you sure were late this morning? Something happen to ya?"
"Nah, I realized I was running low on some things, and thought I'd see Zecora about it. Interesting story, I learned I was Native American."
>"What's that?"
>Oh yeah, she wouldn't have the slightest idea what that was.
"I'll tell you about it after work. I'm late and my boss will kill me if I don't get everything done on time. She's a real slave driver."
>"Sounds more to me like she's got a good work ethic, you should listen to her more. She might be able ta help ya turn them noodles you call limbs into something a stall-, man, could be proud of."
"More like she's as stubborn as a mu-"
>Out of the corner of your eye, you think you see an ear poking out from behind a tree.
>A mule ear.
>AJ catches your line of sight, and sees it too.
"Err, she's just really stubborn."
>The ear slowly retreats behind the tree.
>You lean down to whisper to her.
"Do mules just hang around everywhere waiting for someone to say that or something?"
>"Its one of the greatest mysteries in Equestria, even the Princess can't figure it out."
>You both laugh over that. And then a random thought occurs to you.
>You've been harvesting apples everyday since you got here.
>Sure the farm was big, but you've harvested the whole thing already.
>Three times, at the very least.
>It's like the apples just pop back on the trees seemingly overnight.
>That means there will never be a day off because of no apples to pick.
>Fucking magic.

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>You wake the next morning.
>And you have a migraine.
>Pretty unusual first thing in the morning.
>Maybe it had to do with your dream.
>It probably hurt cause spirit dreams are special.
>Though it didn't feel much like a spirit dream.
>Not that you have any to reference.
>It felt more like your life flashing before your eyes.
>A very sad life.
>Getting bit by the neighbor's dog was unpleasant.
>Especially when the neighbor's dog was a Chihuahua named Ms Fuzzywumps, and the the whole street saw you running from her.
>They never let you live it down.
>Then there was getting rejected by a girl you asked out cause you lost a bet.
>That wouldn't have been so bad, except that at best she was a 4/10 .
>That pretty much sealed your virginity by any woman who didn't charge by the hour.
>But the saddest part was how much of the dream were of you playing games.
>If you died back home and they wrote about you based on this dream, it would go something like:
"Here lies Anonymous
He lived for the Swarm
He fought for the Orcs
Fuck you Gandhi"
>Damn, your life was sad.
>Was that your subconscious telling you to just kill yourself?
>If you saw someone with a life like that, you'd certainly tell them to.
>Maybe it was you spirit guide telling you you need to stop being a bitch and man up.
>Yeah, that sounded better.
>You've been taking shit from the p0nies since day one.
>You've given everything you can, and you can't give anymore.
>Too bad they have magic.
>Magic is bullshit.
>Perhaps it's best if you just bide your time and take it one step at a time.
>Besides, you gotta get to work.
>Walking to the kitchen to grab some toast to eat on the way, you see a deer near the edge of the forest.
"Spirit guide."
>You look at him for a bit, hoping for some kind of sign, and your migraine increases.
>But it's not so much a throbbing pain like headaches and migraines you've had before.
>It's more of an odd, tingly feeling of discomfort.
>Hard to explain really.
>Looking back the deer is gone, and your migraine starts to subside.
>Maybe he was filling your head with knowledge or something?
>Yeah that sounds about right.
>Looking at the time, you realize if you don't haul ass now, you're gonna be late.
>Scarfing the toast down on your way out the door, you sprint your way to Sweet Apple Acres.
>You debate taking the long way, but even at full speed nonstop, you'd still be late.
>That means going through the town and listening to p0nies and their shit talk.
>Just gotta ignore them.
>You hear the typical subtle whispers.
>And the not so subtle yells and sneers.
>You block them out as normal and continue, but then something stops you.
>Something you haven't heard before. You just barely caught it, but it hit you like a truck.
>"That Applejack must be some kind of freak to let that monster work for her."
>"I guess it takes a freak to like a freak."
>Now, you were never much for violence.
>Sure you enjoyed violence in your entertainment, but you never really wanted to actually hurt anyone.
>Now you wanted to murder someone.
>Or somep0ny as it were.
>You turn back and see to two mares laughing at their little joke.
>The glare you give them could freeze water.
>They notice and lock up, a visible look of fear on their faces.
>Even before working at the farm, your stature was intimidating, at least to p0nies, standing at least 2 feet above them.
>And working on the farm only added to that.
>As it stood, the only p0nies physically stronger than you around here were AJ, Big Mac, and Snowflake.
>You weren't as big as a minotaur, but to a p0ny you might as well have been Godzilla.
"What was that?"
>Enough venom laces your words that you wouldn't be surprised if they actually had to get anti-venom for it in this crazy world.
>They continue to just stare at you, eyes locked on you from the fear that this monster was about to lose control and hurt them.
"I don't think I stuttered, I asked what was it you just said?"
>They begin to cower down. It's only now that you realized how quiet and still everything has gotten around you.
>Most of the onlooking p0nies share a similar expression to the two mares, ready to bolt at the slightest provocation.
>A few others try putting on brave faces, attempting to look scary, but it's clear there's no resolve in them if anything were to happen, and they'd run just like the others.
>You get a little angry and suddenly all the shit talking stops? These are the things you've been letting push you around for months now?
>This must be thanks to your spirit guide, that migraine must've been him giving you the courage to finally stand up for yourself.
>But that's not what matters now.
>Treating you like shit was one thing, but you weren't gonna let this slide.
>Applejack has been an absolute blessing and a friend ever since you came here, and you weren't going to let them ridicule her just because she was nice to you.
"Oh? I ask you something and all of a sudden you become mute? You didn't seem to have a hard time talking when you were talking shit abou-"
>"Anon you featherbrain! Yer later than figs in winter. Now come on and let's git, we're gonna have to work past sundown to make up fer this."
"Applejack? But they were-!"
>"The only 'butt' here better be yours hightailing it to the farm!"
>You debate for a second about going, or staying to give the two mares a chewing out long overdue, and think better of it, mostly because you don't wanna start any more trouble and possibly get AJ involved.
>"Come on partner, them apples ain't gonna buck themselves!"
"Yes boss."
>Without further incident, you start heading for Sweet Apple Acres.  
>It isn't until you're nearly there that you failed to realize that there's been no sound of hooves behind you.
>Looking back, you see Applejack just now making her way towards you.
>The look on her face, you've seen her mad at you for being late or messing up on the job, but the expression of what you can only describe as a mix between anger, annoyance, and disappointment.
"What took you so lo-"
>"What was that all about Anon?"
>Her tone matches her expression perfectly.
"You mean back in town, that was, uh, nothing really."
>"Anon, I'm the Element of Honesty. Yer gonna have to do a much better job at lyin' if you think you can pull the wool over my eyes."
"Yeah, sorry. I guess I just let them get to me today. It's just some of the things they said this time really got under my skin."
>You decide against telling her that it was them talking about her that set you off.
>"They're just words, Anon. Ah'm not gonna say words can't hurt ya none, but they only hurt if ya let 'em."
"You're right, it's just that's it like this everyday, and I suppose it's just wearing me down."
>She looks at you a bit sadly, then walks up beside you and bumps you with her flank, with that charming smile of hers.
>"Tell ya what Anon, we get finished with everything today, and I'll bake an apple pie, just fer you."
>You were honestly a bit sick of apple dishes, since that's pretty much been your whole diet since working on the farm, but you weren't going to tell that to Applejack.
>Besides, that mare knew how to make a damn good pie.
>The work would help take your mind off of the events in town, and the pie would just be gravy.
>"But don't you go gettin' comfortable with this arrangement. Can't have ya getting spoiled on me."
"Oh?"
>Time to ham it up.
"But mooommmmy! I don't wanna do chores! I wanna go and play with me friends!"
>She quizzically raises an eyebrow, trying to grasp what you just said.
>Then it hits her, and a smug grin grows on her face.
>"Boy, you best get that keester in gear of you want any pie!"
"You're the worst mom ever! All the other moms let their kids play whenever and stay up all night!"
>"Well too bad, you ain't got other moms, you just got me. Now move that rump before I make you go get your own switch to tan your hide with!"
>She 'spanks' you with her tail.
"Waaaaaahhhhh, you're so unfair!"
>You can't hold it in any longer, as the two of you lose yourselves in a fit of laughter.
>Shortly after, AJ regains her composure.
>"Land sakes Anon, you got some nerve calling a young mare like me 'mom'. That's good, shows you got some backbone, cause you're gonna need it as all this jabbering means we're just gonna have to work that much harder to make up fer it."
>You give an exaggerated groan as the two of you begin walking towards the orchards to get to work.
>"So Anon, you do anything yesterday? You said you were calling it an early night, but you sure were late this morning? Something happen to ya?"
"Nah, I realized I was running low on some things, and thought I'd see Zecora about it. Interesting story, I learned I was Native American."
>"What's that?"
>Oh yeah, she wouldn't have the slightest idea what that was.
"I'll tell you about it after work. I'm late and my boss will kill me if I don't get everything done on time. She's a real slave driver."
>"Sounds more to me like she's got a good work ethic, you should listen to her more. She might be able ta help ya turn them noodles you call limbs into something a stall-, man, could be proud of."
"More like she's as stubborn as a mu-"
>Out of the corner of your eye, you think you see an ear poking out from behind a tree.
>A mule ear.
>AJ catches your line of sight, and sees it too.
"Err, she's just really stubborn."
>The ear slowly retreats behind the tree.
>You lean down to whisper to her.
"Do mules just hang around everywhere waiting for someone to say that or something?"
>"Its one of the greatest mysteries in Equestria, even the Princess can't figure it out."
>You both laugh over that. And then a random thought occurs to you.
>You've been harvesting apples everyday since you got here.
>Sure the farm was big, but you've harvested the whole thing already.
>Three times, at the very least.
>It's like the apples just pop back on the trees seemingly overnight.
>That means there will never be a day off because of no apples to pick.
>Fucking magic.

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