Forever Young (ch.2)

                                                  Forever Young

                                                   by schwartz

 

>Morning came all too quickly for you.

>You spent the rest of your Birthday night giggling and kicking your hooves on your bed like a giddy school filly until you fell asleep.

>You're going on a date!

>With Anonymous!

>And he asked you!

>Think of what could happen if it all goes well!!

>You and he will become exclusive,get married and have a family-

>Whoa girl. Don't get ahead of yourself.

>Just make it through the day first.

>You leap from your bed exuberantly and gussy up in the bathroom.

>You still have that dopey look from last night after the hug.

>His arms were so strong..!

"Cheerilee..You gotta get ready for work..snap out of it!"

>You pat the side of your face twice with a hoof.

"Game face. You got this Cheerilee!"

>You put on your sternest face-

>-And hop out of the bathroom like pinkie pie giggling madly.

>You bounce into your kitchen for a quick breakfast. School isn't for another hour so you have the time to savor it for once.

>That may have been the best Birthday ever!

>You met a strapping young stal--er human and no berry in sight!

>Berry.

>You whip out a carton of eggs and the butter from your refridgerator.

>Your joyous face goes into cringing anger in short order.

>Berry Punch. Her story is truly tragic.

>Berry lost her home,Husband and filly due to spending all her bits on the sauce every night.

>After her kid got taken by Foal protection services she partied all night drinking and rutting whomever pony she pleases or will have her.

>She helped get you your teaching job so she felt it was only right you put her up.

>Your patience has begun to wane over the years with berry's behavior.

>You set up a cast-iron skillet with a pat of butter in the center.

>You hear your front door open and slam.

>You hear groaning and dragging hoofsteps come into the kitchen.

>A chair scoots out and back in at the dining table.

>You know who it is without even turning around.

"Good morning Berry. Rough night?"

>You sigh.

 

 

>Berry obnoxiously yawns.

>The scent of Hard booze and Stallion lingers on her breath.

>You stifle a gag as you prepare your over-easy eggs

>Disgusting.

>"Baby sis,it was the roughest! They tag-teamed me all night!"

>She goes into excrutiating detail on what happened.

>Being "plugged" from both ends.

>All the swallowing and gagging she did.

>Not what you wanted or needed to know.

>Sarcasm is lost on Drunkard ponies it seems.

>She chuckles.

>"Men...No self-control. Ya know?"

>That's a Black kettle ms.Pot.

>You harrumph, growing irritated.

>Berry sloppily leans on your table, eyes half-lidded and smacking her lips.

>"So how did the rest of your night go?"

>Your mind drifts back to anonymous and your coming date.

>Your smile creeps back accompanied by your pink cheeks.

"It was...alright.

>You stifle a giggle.

>Berry is paying more attention to the eggs than you.

>You plate the eggs and sit them down at the table.

>Before you could sit down to enjoy them Berry had already slid them towards her end.

>"Oh wow! Thanks sis! I was starving!"

"Wh--no Berry those are-"

>"Isn't it time for work?"

"......"

>This Whorse!

>You watch in silent fury as your sibling gobbles up YOUR breakfast like the inconsiderate glory-hole lush she is.

>And she pulled the work card..AGAIN.

>You glare at her yolk-covered oblivious face and nab an apple from the fridge.

>As you make your way to the door munching angrily you hear berry call out.

>"Cheery, leave a few bits for me? I wanna go out tonight."

>You smirk to yourself without looking back.

"No can do sis. Sorry!"

>Berry turns in her chair sideways to look at you leaving.

>"What? Why not!?"

>You gingerly open the door and step outside. You turn back to Berry, the sun highlighting your coat.

"I'm gonna get my groove back tonight."

>You slam the door and trot off to the schoolhouse.

 

>THUNK.

>"C'mon anon put yer back into it!"

"I don't have much more back TO put!"

>You are Anonymous, Apple-picker,and bucket dragger extrodinaire.

>It just hit noon, and the sun is whooping your ass.

>Couple that with the fact Applejack picked today of all days to fucking micro-manage.

>You raise your mallet and slam it into the base of the tree.

>A torrent of Red apples rain down into the buckets.

>This sucks ass. Like complete shit.

>Here is a brief explaination of what has been happening in the last three years.

>Applejack took over the farm completely after granny smith passed on.

>That fruit Big Mac still works with the fruits.

>Ha.

>And Applebloom?

>Don't laugh, but she invented fucking Pony Home Depot.

>She offered to help the farm out.

>Automatic apple pickers and everything. The works!

>But nooooo.

>No way josè! She said.

>We Apples do our work tha hard way ,and tha right way! She went on to say.

>We follow tradition around hurr!

>Applebloom went on to offer you a job as her V.P.

>The girl was always sweet on you so, you know your life would have been easy.

>You're young,dumb, and full of--

>Well you get the picture.

>But you are also loyal. AJ took you into her home when you came here at seventeen.

>You couldn't turn her away.

>But for the love of christ, you thought she learned her lesson on being headstrong and refusing help!

>Stupid, stubborn, country bumpkin pony.

>Once the buckets are filled you load them into a cart for transportation by...ugh..Big Mac.

>You feel him eyeing you up.

>Can gay guys be called pigs?

>"Yer buildin up quite the sweat thar Anon.."

>He licks his lips.

>You look around for Applejack.

>No where to be found. Of course. The one time you need her and she's carmen sandiego.

>"You mind takin that shirt off?"

>He winks at you.

>Filthy sexual harrassing fruitcake.

>You don't hate gays.

>But fuck if Big Michelle here isn't all up in your face with this shit.

>But you got a surprise for his ass.

>You smugly grin.

 

"I'm sorry Big drag queen, but I don't think my soon-to-be girl would like me showing off the goods to..whatever you are."

>you grimace looking him up and down.

>he cocks his eyebrow at you questioningly.

>"Care to explain?"

>you pick up your mallet and move on to the next tree ignoring his request.

"No not really. She'll be here at four.You can meet her then."

>Big Gay Mac watches you walk away...that or he's checking you out.

>Nasty Bastard.

>You hear the sounds of the wagon being pulled away at last. You want to get this shit done in the worst way.

>You have a date tonight after all.

>And with all the Cougar Ponies prowling around netting a hot young thing like Cheerilee is a godsend.

>Cougar pony...hm.

>You hoist your mighty tree hammer and swing.

>More Red delicious rainfall.

>This goes on for about an hour.

>Pony Dennis Rodman has been strangely quiet and normal throughout all this. He must be pissed.

>You could care less. No sexual harassment makes Anon happy and productive.

>Two rolls around and you decide to take a late lunch under One of the vacant trees in the field.

>A simple Pbj and chips.

>Light but it serves its purpose.

>But a peaceful lunch it's not.

>"Sugarcube! What's this Ah hear about ya gettin yerself a Mare?"

>Gossipy Red Bitch!

>You shrug and bite into your sandwich.

"It's no big deal. Just some mare I met at the bar."

>Applejack lays at your side facing you waiting for you to go on.

>"...."

"..."

>"...Well?"

"Well what?"

>"What's she lahke? Where dus she wurk?"

"I'm not really comfortable sharing that info with my boss."

>She scrunches her face up and pokes your ribs with a hoof.

>here we go.

>"Anon ah never considered mahself yer boss. If'n anythang yer lahke a younger brother!"

"Someone should tell Big Queen Latifah that."

>"Whut?"

"Nothing."

>"Then spill it. Whut mare managed to wrangle the illusive Anon by tha Heartstrings?"

>You groan in annoyance.

"Jesus, Aj it's just some schoolteacher okay?"

>Applejack's face freezes.

 

 

>She sits the for a moment in stunned shock.

>You resumed your eating, not really caring for Aj's theatricsat this point.

>Aj looks into the sky and licks her lips.

>"Ah wanna tell ya a story Anon-"

>You stare off into the distance chewing.

"Is it a good one?"

>Applejack hasn't looked away from the sky.

>"Ah'll let ya'll be the judge of that."

>You look to her.

>She's scowling. Hard.

>Like her face could crack at any moment.

>"Afore, ya came to Equestria Big Mac was seeing this here mare."

>Is she talking about Cheerilee?

>Big Mac wasn't a flamboyant fudge packer at some point?

>"They seemed lahke tha purrfect cupple to everypony in public. They wurr so ahffectionate it made us all sick with tha "Schmoopty doopties" to the "Muffin Lips" chattur-"

>That accent man.

>But focus. This could be important.

>"But away from tha public it was so much more.Tha Mare was needy, moody,underhanded in her intentions, and kept pushing Mac ta give her foals and marriage."

>You start to panic internally.

>You could call bull if this was Rarity or whatever, but Aj embodies Honesty.

>When she tells you something you should listen.

>"Why she even once threatened ta kill herself if'n he didn't.

>You swallow the lump growing in your throat.

>"Poor Mac got so scared he swore off mares completely. Now because of this mare Big Mac is...well ya'll know."

>So is that why he's a total man-slut?

>...

>What a pussy.

>Scores himself a hot young thang being the old turd he is and he doesnt have enough testicular fortitude to rein her in?

>"Since then no Stallions approach hur or associate with her, out of fear of ending up like Big Mac. A "Stallion Stuffer."

>You've finished your lunch by now and affix Aj with a curious gaze.

"So what happened to this mare?"

>Applejack shakes her head.

>"That's not tha question ya should be askin."

" And what is the question I should be?"

>Aj frowns and locks eyes with you.

>"Whut yer gunna do when ol Cheerilee does the same to ya."

>Old?

 

>How old is Cheerilee exactly?

>And could this story be true?

>Sure,Aj tells the truth but she can exaggerate it a bit as well.

>Shit. You may have opened pandora's box here.

>You feel a hoof touch your shoulder shattering your mental council.

>"Ah care about ya Sugarcube. More than ah have anypony who wasn't family. A young strappin stallion like yerself can do so much better is all ah'm sayin."

>You give her a semi-worried look.

>"Mah advice ta ya'll is to let her down as soon as ya can. Otherwise thangs are gunna be a repeat of tha past ah reckon."

>you nod in agreement.

>That may be for the best.

>But one thing is bugging you.

"Say Aj..how old are you?"

>She cocks an eyebrow.

>"Ah just turned Forty last month. Why?"

>Wow.Forty and she looks this good?

"How long have you known Cheerilee?"

>She scratches her chin looking up in thought.

>"Ah'd reckon since we were fillies in school."

>Holy hell!

>That'd place her around the same age then!

>These ponies have to be part highlander.

>But Cheerilee-

>Forty and crazy. Lovely combo there.

>A soft giggle from Aj catches your attention.

>"Ya know anon, if'n ya'll wanted a mature mare ta tussle with, ya'll could've just asked!"

>She wiggles her rump in your direction with a devious smile.

>you chuckle and slap your knee.

"You and those jokes Aj. I swear!"

>she has this look of astonishment.

>"j-jokes?"

>Ever the pranker that Aj.

>Silly cow-pony.

>You get up and dust yourself off and hoist your mallet onto your shoulder.

>Aj is looking away with sadness painted on her visage.

"We better finish up for the day then."

>She looks into your eyes with those green orbs.

>"Y-yeah. let's get ta wurk.."

>You and Aj part ways and resume your duties.

>In two hours Cheerilee will arrive at the Sweet apple gates.

>She knows you work for Aj,yet she didn't seem the least bit concerned!

>Is she one of those oblivious types who can't see to get hints even when they walk up and wiggle themselves in your face?

>Godammit.

 

>Time ticks by agonizingly slow.

>Like waiting on your dad to get home after he was called due to you acting out in class.

>Should you ask Cheerilee about this? Would she even tell the truth?

>Maybe you could like, friendzone her of something?

>You don't want some frenzied cougar pony threatening to kill herself over you.

>FUCK. She's going to be in your house.

>She'll know where you live!

>Why can't there be a carfax for like, women?

>You spent the meager amount of time left mumbling under your breath and working as if you were on autopilot,playing out every possible scenario in your mind.

>You hope that Aj is stretching the truth.

>You sincerely do.

____

 

>School ended at two thirty yet you can't help but be impatient.

>You want to see him now!

>Maybe you're falling too fast?

>You grade papers in silence all the while glancing at the clock.

>Its enticing ticking is beginning to grate on your patience.

>2:36.

>Go faster!

>You hope you remember how to do it.

>Courting you mean.

>Not.."that"

>Your body is a temple!

>You're not giving it up that easy!

>Though a taste wouldn't hurt...

>You shake your head of those dirty thoughts.

>No Cheerilee.

>You aren't Berry.

>Save it for your wedding night.

>Marriage thoughts now?

>You really are jumping the gun.

>You finally return back to reality.

>You graded all the papers with A's enclosed in a heart.

>It really has been too long.

>How pathetic.

>You slam your head into your desk.

>You should focus on other things like telling Berry to get her own place.

>Or a job.

>Or just help in general.

>She's a wreck, not that you can talk but she's self-destructing at an astounding rate.

>And soon you'll be pulled into the gutter with her.

>You gaze at the clock.

>2:43.

>Gah!

>Your mind wanders to anonymous.

>Maybe you could get him a gift?

>Like some wine?

>Just what would make it special?

"Hmm.."

>You open your desk drawer.

>Inside lies a vial of liquid you confiscated from the CMC before they graduated.

>Love Poison.

 

>You bite your bottom lip.

>It'd just be a little right?

>Not a whole bunch like you ingested..

>You shift in your seat, your heart thumping as you weigh your options.

>He would love you forever even if things go wrong...

>You could start that family. Get married. Have that life you wanted.

>All it'd take is just. one. drop.

>Your heartbeat is in your ears.

>You stare at the vial of Rosy liquid for a long while.

>You sigh and shake your head.

>You wet your lips and close your desk drawer.

>3:10.

>Maybe you'll go get that wine now.

______

 

>"That should about do it fer today"

>You and Big Mac nod at Aj.

>You think Aj gave him the details of who you were going out with.

>He's only talked about sucking you off like twice.

>Eugh.

> You cross your arms still bothered by what Aj told you.

>Can it be considered accurate? No way you're asking Big Red.

>Aj turns to you while Big Mac steps away to put away the cart.

>"Tomorrow we're prepping these bad boys to sell in tha market. So you can have tha day off sugarcube."

>Did you hear that right?

>Applejack the slave-driver gave YOU the day off?

>A pig flies overhead.

>That doesn't count. It's Equestria.

"Wow..thanks Aj..I don't know what to say!"

>She smiles at you.

>"Don't thank me yet sugarcube. Ya'll just have double tha work tha day after!"

>...Fuck.

>You could've been having office sex with Applebloom right now.

>Aj notices your disdain and giggles.

>"well ya better git sugarcube. ya'll got bigger trees ta buck."

>You look to each other in silence.

>"Be careful Anon. A leopard doesn't change its spots. They just become harder ta see."

>That was..not gonna lie it's so ominous it's terrifying.

"Will do Aj."

>You turn to begin your possible death-march when a hoof wraps around your wrist.

>Aj catches you by surprise when she yanks you down to your knee and kisses your cheek.

>You're rendered speechless from her boldness.

>You search each others faces in this close proximity.

>It feels amazing.

 

>The Butterflies are moshing in your stomach.

>You never really saw Aj in this light.

>"Jus..be careful okay?"

>You slowly nod unblinking.

>She smirks and pats your cheek twice with a hoof and trots into her home.

>She has a noticeable sway to her hips.

>This makes things more complicated.

>You rise from your kneeled position and head down the path out of sweet apple acres in a zombie-like trance.

>Your hand keeps moving to your cheek.

>You look over to the barn. That's where you lived until you turned nineteen. It brings back fond memories.

>You and Aj spent many hours chatting through the night.

>Big Mac comes out the barn.

>He takes notice of you and gives you bedroom eyes.

>You make a sour face at him not stopping your trek.

>He stands up on his hind legs giving you full view of his horseco-

>-aannnnnd fond memories time is over.

>Inappropriate fucklord.

>The delapidated sign of Sweet apple acres comes into view.

>Standing by the gate waits your cerise escort for the evening.

 

>She waves to you with a smile on her face.

>Despite the warnings of Aj from earlier echoing in your mind you're gonna power through this.

>You notice she has on saddlebags with a bottle neck poking out from inside.

>A certain teacher is looking to get loose!

>She trots to you and hugs your waist.

>"Anonymous! I was so excited to see you!"

>She's beaming.

>It's really cute.

>It's almost hard to imagine her being like what Aj described.

>You smile back.

>You can't let on you may know something.

"Shall we then?"

>She nods eagerly and you both start the journey to your residence.

>You spent the majority of the walk talking about each others day, excluding the talk with Aj of course.

>She talked with such joy it was easy to forget about her alleged "Dark side".

>"A Leopard doesn't change its spots. They just become harder ta see."

>You finally reached your home.

>You had it built alongst the main road to Canterlot for practical reasons.

>reasons you'll think of later.

>You open the door and let cheerilee inside.

>"Such a gentlecolt!"

>She giggles and canters inside.

>You follow her in as she looks around your interior.

>"So what's the plan? Dinner and a show?"

>You scratch your arm.

"Well I need to shower first and we'll go from there I suppose.

>She nods and and sets her saddlebags down.

>You point to the bottle neck.

"So what's up with that?"

>She pulls out a long bottle with crimson liquid swirling around with her teeth.

>"I got you a present! It's a favorite brew of wine in Dodge city. I was thinking we could have a glass before we go out?"

>Booze makes everything better you suppose.

>Maybe it will make her more forthcoming with information.

"Sure. I'll have some. Glasses are in the bottom cupboard by the stove."

>You split up her entering your kitchen and you the shower.

>You turn the faucet releasing the scalding droplets from the showerhead.

>You disrobe and begin the traditional later, rinse, and repeat ritual.

>The hiss of the falling water is loud but not enough that you can't hear cheerilee moving around.

>You can hear her hoofsteps on your hardwood floor and the clinking of glasses.

>You turn the water off now free of the work day grime you were covered in.

>You hear a soft cork pop in the midst of toweling off.

>You feel as if you should be wary of it but you disregard it.

>It was just the bottle.

>You go with mere casual attire. T-shirt and jeans and casual.

>Hell cheerilee is naked. why not?

>You enter your living room to an odd sight.

>Cheerilee has set up not up the wine glasses but a plate of cheese in the center on a plaid table cloth covering your coffee table.

>She moves fast.

>It's cute and..creepy?

>yeah that's the word.

>She smiles at you from your sofa laying on her side with half-lidded eyes.

"You certainly made yourself at home. What's all this?"

>She laughs softly.

>"I just thought maybe we could talk a bit more before going out? Consider it an "Introductory class"."

>You shrug and join her on the sofa.

"What did you want to chat about?"

>She puts a hoof to your mouth.

>"Ah-ah-ahhh. You have to be quiet when teacher is holding class.."

>Oh snap. SHE'S DOING THE SEXY TEACHER THING!

>"And teacher thinks we should have a toast-"

>She leans over and delicately wraps a hoof around the glass closest to her. You follow suit and take the adjacent one.

>She lifts it into the air.

>"To new friendships and more."

"Here here."

>You clink your glasses together and drink.

>...It tastes funny.

>You notice the bottle on the table and set down your glass and lift up the bottle inspecting the label.

>Cheerilee is still drinking.

>You look the exterior over from top to-

>The top has a screw on cap.

>THE TOP IS SCREWED ON.

>The cork soun-

>Your vision blurs and you roll over onto the floor.

>A small vial and cork were concealed under your table by the cloth.

>You can't speak.

>You use the last of your fading consciousness to eye cheerilee.

>She smiles at you.