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<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Be Anon, on the weekend at your uncle's</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You've been coming here most weekends since you were a kid, riding horses and helping out with chores</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's not like you're crazy about horses, but they are kinda cool, and Uncle Nemo has back problems from time to time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It also helps that he gave you a chestnut mare for your tenth birthday</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anon, this is your horse. She's a good filly, treat her well. She is your ticket to all the girls you could want.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; At the time, you weren't that interested, you were ten after all</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You did notice old Nemo did have a different &quot;aunt&quot; every three or four of months, so he must have been onto something</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; So you took care of Natalie, as you called her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Feeding her apples and carrots to gain her trust, taking her for rides, brushing her down, and so on</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She grew up with you, following you around the enclosure, nuzzling you from time to time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It was nice, and made up for how few friends you had in high school</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Natalie would listen as you complained about your day</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; About how your crush didn't notice you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; About the dumb things you said</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You poured out your soul to that horse, and she did her best to comfort you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Three months after you graduated, you got the news</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Uncle Nemo is selling his home</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Seems his back problems finally got the best of him, and he's stuck in a wheelchair</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; He has buyers for most of his horses, old friends of his for the most part</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But you have to figure out what to do with Natalie</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There aren't that many stables close by, and you will not, cannot sell her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The Saturday noon sun finds you on her back, riding around Nemo's pasture</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You have until the end of the month to find a new place for the both of you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; But you aren't thinking of that right now</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's a relaxing, exhilarating feeling, the wind on your face, the powerful muscles churning beneath you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel more safe in the saddle than anywhere else</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Natalie whinnies, churning the ground as she turns the corner of the fence</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There's a shimmering in the air further down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You press your knees into her sides, signaling a halt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She slows down, whinnying</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Once Nat stops, you slide down from the saddle and lead her forward</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Is there some sort of geothermal activity over there?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As you get closer, the shimmering intensifies, then abruptly clarifies into a clear image</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A sun-dappled apple orchard lies before you, in a rough oval with wavy edges</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You approach slowly, crouching to rip up a handful of grass</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Natalie snuffles behind you, no doubt smelling the apples laying spoiled on the ground</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Once you are about a yard away, you throw the grass up in the air</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It drifts through the portal, scattered but undamaged</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You almost wish the portal went somewhere cool, but that would be too convenient</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel a little reckless doing this, but you inch your left hand towards the portal, pinkie extended</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It doesn't even ripple as it passes, and you still feel normal</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You risk your entire hand with the same results</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Then Natalie brushes past you, trotting right through</span><br />&quot;You can be pretty dumb, you know that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; No helping it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You jog through the portal, hoping she didn't just doom you both</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You catch up to her pretty quick</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; For some reason she's stock still, except for her twitching ears</span><br />&quot;Everything okay, girl?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You glance back the way you came, and are relieved to find that it is still open and the same size</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The orchard itself is pretty normal looking, just big</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;What the neigh? Where the neigh am I? Apples on trees, on the ground...am I in neighing heaven?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The voice is a pleasant contralto, with only the slightest rasp</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It's also decidedly female sounding</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look down at the trembling mare beside you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This is getting seriously weird</span><br />&quot;Nat, are you talking?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She turns her head to the side, her eye going wide</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Holy neigh, you can understand me? Anon, I- I think we're in heaven.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You pat her neck</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ...</span><br />&quot;Excuse me a moment. WHAAAAAAAT. THEEEEEEEEEEEE. EVERLOVING. FUUUUUUUUUUUNIONS.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Nat prances in place, glancing around&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Feel better?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Natalie walks forward, ears twitching</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;See any angels or whatever?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You smile a little</span><br />&quot;Natalie, we are probably not in heaven. This is an orchard, where apples actually come from. We are probably still on Earth.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Nat paws at the ground a little</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;What about that orange foal? That's weird.&quot;</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; You glimpse some movement in your peripheral vision</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Turning your head, you spy what seems to be an orange pony with a cowboy hat, pulling a wagon full of apple bushels</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The pony stops when she sees you and Nat, then unhitches herself</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You slide out of the saddle, no point in being more intimidating than you have to be</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your horse nickers at you, but her eyes and ears are focused on the newcomer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The orange pony halts at about three yards from you and tips her hat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Howdy, mah name's Applejack. What brings y'all down to Sweet Apple Acres? You ain't lost, are you?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You should feel more surprise at another talking horse, but the cowboy hat bothers you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There is enough civilization here to produce a hat, how is that possible?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Meanwhile, Nat does the talking</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;We might be lost. Is this heaven?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Applejack tilts her head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Nah, this here is the Apple family orchards right outside Ponyville. You have heard of Ponyville, right? Or at least Canterlot?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; That last one snaps you out of your thoughts</span><br />&quot;Canterlot? Is there some King Arthur horse ruling this horse Narnia?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; The orange pony turns to Nat with concern</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Did your stallion here hit his head? He ain't makin' a lick of sense.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Natalie flicked an ear</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I don't think so. Humans are just silly sometimes, it's what makes them cute.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You blush a little at the comment, and Nat nickers in amusement</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Applejack looks between the two of you, a small smile on her face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;If you say so. Well, ah guess the other thing is if you were from some other world or something.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your horse swings her head to the side to look you in the eye</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You shrug</span><br />&quot;Might be. I've never heard of those places, or even talking ponies before.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Applejack looks a little troubled by your answer</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Right sorry to hear that. Ah'll introduce you to Twilight, she's been dealing with that portal stuff a lot, she oughta be able to help you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She turns and trots off into the apple trees</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You shrug at Nat and move to follow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You are getting some serious Narnia vibes, there better not be some magical monarch oppressing the land</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; At least it's not winter</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Natalie walks behind you, occasionally bumping her snout against your arm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You smile, reminded of all the times she did the same thing, begging for treats</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; ...</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Hey Anon, ask her if I can eat these apples.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Yup, just like old times</span><br />&quot;Say, Miss Applejack, it' been a while since Nat and I had breakfast. Would it be alright if we had a few apples?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Applejack chuckles, glancing at you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Ah'll do you one better. Let's stop by the house an Ah'll fix a proper lunch for everypony.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You raise your eyebrows</span><br />&quot;That's very generous of you, thank you very much.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She snorts, a smile lingering around her lips</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;What kind of mare would Ah be if Ah let a stallion starve? Hope y'all like apples though, it's something of a family specialty.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Nat grins</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Can horses normally grin?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Usually it's baring their teeth, right?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Narnia magic, that's your bet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I'm looking forward to it.&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look down at your portion</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A huge slice of apple pie, some toast, and a glass of what can only be apple juice</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You knew that horses have a sweet tooth, but dessert for lunch?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Well, one time can't hurt</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There doesn't seem to be any forks or anything, guess you'll have to use your hands</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You pick it up and take a bite</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You nearly moan from the taste</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; A perfect mix of apple and cinnamon, sweet but not too sweet</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The crust is flakey and buttery and not too dry</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The apple filling practically melts in your mouth</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You swallow with some regret, consoled only by the prospect of more pie</span><br />&quot;This is, without a doubt, the best apple pie I have ever had. I think I'm in love!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Applejack blushes, tipping her hat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Glad you like it.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You turn to see how Natalie is enjoying it, only to see her large tongue mop up the last of the crumbs on her plate</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She eyes the rest of the pie in its tin</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The cowpony follows her gaze and smiles</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Go on and have it. Ah imagine it takes a lot to feed a big mare like yourself.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Nat's eyes sparkle with happiness as she digs in</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What a glutton</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Of course, the entire time, you have also been tearing into your slice of the pie</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; It gets kind of messy, with some of the syrup dripping onto you fingers</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look around, but there doesn't seem to be any napkins on the table</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You simply lick your fingers clean</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; When you look up, you see both mares staring at you</span><br />&quot;It was really good filling, didn't want to waste it.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Applejack blushes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Natalie's nostrils flare</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Applejack, are you in a herd?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The pony's blush deepens</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;To be honest, no.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Nat turns to you, ears flicking happily</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Let's add her to our herd, so we can have delicious apple foods everyday. She already wants to rut you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You have no words</span><br />&quot;What?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Except that one</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Applejack hides her face with her hat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Natalie tilts her head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Your uncle had his herd of horses he would rut, and I think it's time you start making one of your own.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You feel queasy</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What the hell, Uncle Nemo?</span><br />&quot;Tell me he never... with you...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; She shakes her head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Of course not, you're my human. Speaking of which, any time you are ready, just let me know. I've been looking forward to it ever since you started smelling like a real male.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Applejack puts her hat back on her head, a determined expression on her face</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anonymous, Ah can't rightly couple with you unless you've had your alpha, wouldn't be proper. So don't you mind about mah inclinations. And Natalie? You got to be more roundabout with stallions, they don't cotton to being propositioned so bluntly.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Your horse nickers sadly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Do you not want to rut me, Anon?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; What are you supposed to say?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You stroke her neck, trying to think</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She leans into your touch, nickering happily</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Back home, you wouldn't even consider it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Here, though</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She can talk, and has a rather nice voice</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Nat is a person here, not an animal</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And she likes you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Really likes you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; And you were going to move out of home, just to continue living with her</span><br />&quot;I do, Nat. Just give me time to get myself ready for it, alright?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Natalie smiles</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Alright. And then after, you can rut Applejack.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; The pony hides her face again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; This is so ridiculous</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You laugh</span><br />&quot;I want to get to know her a bit more before anything like that. Besides, we still need to find a place to live here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Applejack peeks at you from under her hat</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;You ain't trying to get back home?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You shake your head</span><br />&quot;I will want to send a letter to my family, but I think this world is the best place for Nat and I.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Natalie nuzzles your cheek</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;My human takes such good care of me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You hear a new voice</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Awwww, that's sweet.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Tiny hooves paw at your thigh</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;How long have you been together? And what should Ah eat to grow as big as your mare?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You look down to see a little yellow pony with a red mane tied with a large pink bow</span><br />&quot;About eight years, and mostly hay and grass.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Applejack scowls</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Applebloom, don't go bothering our guests.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You smile</span><br />&quot;It's okay, kids are naturally curious.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Applebloom brightens at this</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Are you a minotaur? You look a little funny, if you are.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Applejack facehoofs</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;You shouldn't tell a stallion they look funny. And besides, Anon looks very handsome, not funny at all.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; There are minotaurs here?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Neat</span><br />&quot;No, I'm just a human. Minotaurs are part cow, part human.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt; Applebloom tilts her head, then looks at Applejack</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;You fancy him, Sis? You finally gonna join a herd?&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Applejack gets to her hooves and strides over</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;Anon, let me just put this filly away, and Ah'll take you to Twilight. If you'll excuse me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; She picks up her sister by the scruff of her neck and carries Applebloom off despite the filly's protests</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; Nat nudges your arm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; &quot;I really want her in the herd. She's fun.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; You chuckle</span><br />&quot;I'll think about it.&quot;</div></div>




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