Title: Broken Wings, Chapter 5 - Morning After Author: MisterElGuapo Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/fFQQrCZv First Edit: Friday 25th of May 2012 10:32:06 PM CDT Last Edit: Friday 25th of May 2012 10:32:06 PM CDT http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ya5ICVKUERg >The sunlight stings your eyes as you drift awake. >Someone turn that damn sun off. >Your hangover could rend the earth asunder. >You sigh, memories of last night trickling back in to your brain. >You rub your forehead. >Did you really… >Something warm and fuzzy stirs on your chest. >You look down. >Applejack is still sleeping, quite contentedly. >And all of your clothes are gone. >… >Yep. >You did. >You don’t remember much of the experience, but you don’t want to kill yourself for committing a crime against nature. >That’s…good, right? >Roll with it, too late now anyway. >AJ’s breath cascades across your skin as you feel a warm moisture pool on your chest. >AJ’s drooling in her sleep. >Gross, yet oddly adorable. >You stroke the orange mare’s cheek. “Hey…AJ, wake up…it’s morning.” >She mumbles something and stirs, making your skin feel tingly with the sensation. >Her eyes flutter open, as if awakening from a dream. >She smiles as she sees it was no dream. >Then winces from the hangover. >”Eh…g’mornin Anon…” >She slinks up and nuzzles her head into your neck as you stroke her mane. “Morning…” >No alcohol to use as an excuse now. >How do you feel about AJ? >”Anon…about last night…you don’t have any regrets…do ya?” >You look down at Applejack, who is obviously worried. “I…no. Last night…I don’t have any regrets about last night.” >Admit it, you had fun. >Pony Poker. >Shut up. “It’s just…I don’t know. This is all still sort of new to me…and…I’m not really sure what I’m feeling right now…you know?” >… >Did you just give her the “It’s not you, it’s me” line? >Shut up! >AJ looks like you just shot her dog before she sighs. >”Ah guess ah understand…we did drink a lot last night. “Oh, did we ever…” >”But…last night aside…ah’d be willing t’take it slow, y’know…see where it goes…if yer interested, that is…” >You give it some thought before you draw AJ’s head close, answering with a soft kiss and a smile. “That sounds nice…you know…see what happens.” >Applejack just smiles and nuzzles your face. >That’s when the two of you hear the door thrown open. >You look around. The two of you are in the hay loft. >How the hell did you get up here? >”…but Big Mac, what if they’re hurt? What if they’re waitin’ fer us t’go an’ rescue them?” >Applebloom. >Your and AJ’s faces are saying the exact same thing. >shitshitshitshit… >You try to make as little noise as possible as you slip on your clothes. >”Nah Applebloom, yer’ sis an’ Anon are grown, they can’ take care of’ themselves.” >Ok. Shirt? Check. Socks? Check. Boxers? Check >Morning wood? >Check. >OH COME ON. I DO NOT NEED THIS RIGHT NOW. >AJ gives you a “seriously?” look. >You shrug sheepishly. You’ll have to explain the concept of morning wood later… >Wait… >Where are your pants? >”Look, Big Mac! It’s Anon’s britches! They’re right here on th’floor! Where’s the rest of ‘im?” >…. >Oh no. >The two of you peek over the edge of the loft. >Applebloom is sniffing your favorite pair of jeans. >Big Mac, while looking around, makes eye contact with you and AJ. >And turns three shades of red brighter. >For such a simple guy, he’s quick on the upkeep. >”Applebloom…go see if Granny needs any help.” >”But…Big Mac…” >”AH MEAN NOW.” >AB jumps and snorts. “Fiiiine,” she groans as she sulks out of the barn. >Cue the uncomfortable silence. “Hello…Mac…” >”’Part.” >”Uh…hi thar…big brother…” >”AJ.” >… >”How about ah’ step outside while you two…uh…finish up. >You and AJ just nod quickly. >Big Mac sighs and walks out. >… >”So…Anon, d’ya need me ta…ya know…take care of that.” >She motions to your morning helper, all bright eyed and bushy-tailed. “Nah, this happens all the time…it’ll go away on its own.” >”…y’sure?” >Are you kidding me? >Then again…it’s been awhile, one last romp before “taking it slow” couldn’t hurt. “…fine, but real quick.”   --------------   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=roHQU6wAG1k >Rainbow Dash shoots you an annoyed look as you come in, tugging on your white coat as an apple sticks out of your mouth. >”You’re late.” >You take a bite and swallow, holding the apple in your hand. “Yeah, sorry…I got tied up.” >”…you have a good time with Applejack last night?” “Yeah…just went out, had some drinks, and went home.” >”…that’s it?” >Wait, what? >Rainbow glares at you, obviously hurt. >Did getting here late really upset her that much? “Yeah, that’s it…Sorry I’m late Dash, but that happens sometimes.” >”Yeah…sure…” >You check her chart…She’s had the X-ray already. Was that it? >No way, that couldn’t be it. Rainbow may hate hospitals, but she’s not a brat. >”You have hay in your hair, Anon.” >You blink and pull a golden straw out of your hair. >Huh… >Waitaminute…is she… >No….why would she care anyway? It’s not like she’s interested in you like THAT. >Not the way AJ is. >As you turn around, Nurse Trueheart is standing there, conveniently with the x-ray images. >Well, that should help move things through this awkwardly tense moment. >RD glances over at you as you rack them up, turning on the light and studying the results. >Hmm….You nod. “Good news Dash, I think those rods can come out. We can get you walking tomorrow. How’s that sound?” >You look over at her. >Wait…why does she look like she wants to cry? >”Y-yeah…that’s great. Let’s do it Anon.” “Uh…alright then. I’ll go book the OR, the nurses will be in before too long to prep you for surgery. Alright?” >”Fine.” >You recoil a little at her tone. If something’s jittering her critters, she’s not telling you about it. >You just nod and leave, not wanting to press the matter. >As you turn to enter your office, the sound of hooves running up the hallway catch your attention. “Nurse Redheart? What’s the matter?” >”Anon, it’s your patient, Rainbow Dash…” “Yeah, I just left her room. I was about to schedule her rod removal. What’s up?” >”I just heard from the higher ups. After her surgery, we have to street her. Her insurance is refusing to cover her rehab.” >WHAT? >Goddamn insurance companies…just as dickish as they were with people back home. >So, you get to kick Rainbow out a barely functional cripple? >No. You promised AJ and the others you would look after Rainbow Dash. >You promised Rainbow you would help her fly again. >What to do…. >… “Nurse, let me worry about that. Go prep Miss Dash for surgery.” >You frown and enter your office as Redheart scurries off. >It’s a pretty big shift, and AJ may not like the idea. >But…you owe it to your patient. >You have a plan.