Chairs
Applejack hums. She swivels to the left. She swivels to the right. Then, with a bright and beaming smile, she shoves her hoof off the desk's edge and spins, spins, spins in the desk chair. "Hmmmm-heee hee heee..."
I sit on the edge of the buckets I carried back from the closet and stacked on top of one another. I rub my chin, then proceed to type the second half of an e-mail across my office keyboard.
Applejack spins to a stop, her mane flouncing as she teeters left and right. "Duaaaaaah..." Her emerald eyes rattle, then blink to a stop. She smiles, freckled dimples and all, and rolls the sleeves of the hoodie up her hooves. Then, licking her lips, she slides down onto her rump and kicks the desk's edge with both rear legs.
This propels the office chair—and her—across the thin space of the cubicle. She collides with the other side, rattling the bulletin board and sending a few thumbtacks falling to the floor. "Whoops! Heehee! Sure does glide, don't it?"
I bite my lip, sweating slightly as I struggle to get through this dense e-mail that is supremely important... for some reason that's presently lost to me. I lean forward, rubbing my chin with two gloved hands. I spot the shapes of heads out of my peripheral. I glance to the side and spot co-workers craning their faces over the walls of their cubicles, gazing towards my part of the office and grinning while murmuring curiously to one another.
"Hey! Reckon I can make it glide and spin at the same time?" A tiny guffaw. "Here goes!" The cubicle wall behind me wobbles as I hear the grinding of wheels over the plastic carpet guard.
"Applejack—" I turn around, only for the chair to collide with my shoulders. "Ooof!"
"Whoah nelly!" The spinning seat launches Applejack like an orange missile. I expertly catch her, cradling her in my grasp. She shakes her head and blinks up at me with legs curled. "Heheh... howdy, partner! Nice catch, there!"
"Applejack, I'm glad you're having fun and all, but I really gotta work on this."
"Work on what?" Applejack crawls down and sits in my lap, squinting at the computer screen with a scrunchy face. "Y'all meanin' to tell me that this is what ya do all day?"
"It's part of it, yes."
"And what's the other part?"
"Managing the schedule for the Viki—I-I mean my boss. I mean..." I face palm with a sigh. "Darn it..."
I hear a passing giggle as a secretary walks by the cubicle, pausing to smile at the sight of the tiny pony sitting in my grasp.
"Whew-wee! She's got herself a purdy getup!" Applejack glances up at me, her golden mane tickling my chin. "Bet yer jealous, huh?"
"Maggiethatcher's been doing temp work here for over ten months, AJ. She and I are nothing more than business professionals—"
"What's this gizmo, anyways?" Applejack nudges the keyboard around in front of us. "It looks just like them glowy thangs you make appear."
"Applejack, please, don't—"
"Ooooh!" Applejack coos, running her hoof along the home-row keys. "I can actually feel 'em too! And I dun even need to be wearin' yer gloves!"
"Sometimes the old-fashioned way of doing things can never go away."
She looks up at me with a beaming grin. "Can I just give it one tap? I won't mess yer work up. I promise."
I sigh through a weary smile. "Fine. Go ahead. Just don't hit the 'enter' key."
"The what key?"
"That big bulky thing right there."
Pensively, almost as if afraid that the thing would explode, Applejack leans forward... then finally slaps her hoof over the left side of the keyboard. We both watch as a glaring 'hdgfchgstx' appears in the e-mail field.
"Hah!" She cackles, her tail flicking against my chest. "Didja see that?" She giggles again, pointing at the monitor. "I made a human word! A people-paragraph, as it were!"
"Heh..." I reach over her head and quietly backspace through the butchered text. "Not quite. Still, I'm sure St. Beacon would approve of your charisma."
"Ya really think so?"
"Why not? The holo-construct became self-aware and promptly died while defending the Vatican from Brazilian Terrorists."
"Ooooh!" Applejack reaches toward the far end of the desk. "What's this thang do?" ClapClapClapClap. The desktop is covered in collapsed staples. "Looks like the floor of a farrier's workshop! Heheheh—Whoah nelly!" She slips from my lap.
I catch her just in time and plop her back onto the desk chair. "Applejack, just what's gotten into you today?"
"Well..." She fiddles with the hem of her hoodie, avoiding my gaze. "I'm just plum happy to see ya, sugarcube." She then tilts her head back up and smiles at the ceiling. "Plus, this whole place is new!"
I giggle. "Applejack, all things considered, everything about my world is 'new' to you."
"Yes, but this place is newer!" She says, spinning in a circle as she tries to take in every detail. "And there're people here—people who're your friends!"
"They're... not exactly my friends."
"Don't be silly." She smirks at me. "You work and labor with 'em, don'tcha?"
"Well... uh... sure..."
"Then they might as well be kin!" She winks. "After all, those who sweat together..."
"Eheh... but my job isn't exactly apple bucking, AJ."
"Yeah? So? To each their own, darlin'."
"Ennngh..." I rub my temples, gazing lethargically at the e-mail. "I'm never going to get anything done at this rate."
"Oh." She gulps, then wraps her tail around her lower legs as she stares down at the floor. "Reckon yer right. It'd be best if I headed on home and left ya alone to yer chores."
"What? No!" I wince from how loud that outburst was. "Please, Applejack. It's alright. These last few days have been..."
"Yeah?" She stares up at me.
I stare back. I fidget. "... very very... boring without you."
She blinks. "Oh."
Silence.
I feel my stomach gurgling. I smirk. "Tell ya what..." I crouch low to the ground and turn the back of my neck to her. "You wanna see more new and exciting places?"
"Uhhhh..." Applejack instinctively trots forward and props herself onto my shoulders. "Yeah?"
"How about I show you where humans around here go to eat, hmmm?" I stand up with her legs wrapped around my neck. "Then you can finally tell me all about your 'amazing' weekend. Now wouldn't that be fun?"
"Hmmm... yup. I reckon." She clutches my head and rests her chin at the top of my scalp. "Just promise to warn me in case we run into that nasty thang you told me about once."
"You'll have to remind me. What nasty thing?"
She gulps and stammers, "'Meat loaf.'"
"Girl, trust me." I chuckle. "I'd be warning myself in the process."
Stats
Page generated in 0.039 seconds
Total duration
964 users online
144,005 hits today, 2,314,256 yesterday
FIMFiction
My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic Fanfiction
Designed and coded by knighty & Xaquseg - © 2011-2024
Follow & Support Us
Support us
SubStar
Chat!
Discord
Follow us
Twitter
MLP: Friendship is Magic® - © 2024 Hasbro Inc.®
Fimfiction is in no way affiliated with or endorsed by Hasbro Inc.®
This is fiercely and wildly adorable.
Mental image of everyone in the cafeteria cooing over AJ and trying to give her treats, leading to her freaking out and accidentally bucking 'The Viking' in the stomach with both hind hooves.
4422341 Agreed
I've got to say, I love all the weird "historical" nonsequiturs peppered throughout this fic.
Saint Beacon...
That guy should be a story all by himself, and there he is, just dropped in the middle of the fic like it's nothing special.
4422368 Or feeding her beef... Everyone knows ponies can TOTALLY digest beef...
This was so adorable that I got a heartattack!
Then the cuteness wouldn't leave my corpse alone which shocked my heart back to life immediately afterwards so I could continue to experience such extreme levels of cuteness
Applejack.
Playing with a spinny chair.
Oh my god.
Ugh. Applejack, you're making my heart hurt.
All that needs to be said is cute and funny keep this shit going
You had me at "Trans-dimensional hoodies"
I wanna AJ!
Is everyone named after famous book authors in this future?
Oh no... Not the meatloaf!
God, this just keeps being cute as hell. Why can't I have a pony to take to work?! Of course, since ponies are vegetarians, that might be a little harrowing. And if I lived in this universe, I'd probably have coworkers named Jacqueschirac and Goldameir, but still...
My headcanon is that you actually used your fist to type this.
She's acting less and less like AJ and more and more like a kitten every chapter...
...I'm somehow ok with this.
4423546
I think everyone's just named after famous terrible people in general.
Aynrandy is named after a horrible book author. Maggiethatcher is named after a horrible politician. Michaelmoore is named after a horrible political book author. Shortskirtsandexplosions is named after a lemur. You can see the trend here.
Our narrator here has clearly not had the right kind of meatloaf.
4424631
ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMTIzNTQ4MjYyOV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzgwNTEzMg@@._V1_SY317_CR6,0,214,317_AL_.jpg
Yup
This is so cute!
I really can't wait for the next update!
4424523
Hm, I wonder who could possibly be next, then.
Daww! So cute!
Def Leppard's Pour Some Sugar On Me started playing on my Pandora while I was reading this chapter. Seems appropriate, given the level of sweetness in it.
Makes sense to me. To Applejack, if you're not working up a sweat, you're not working. Office work and goofing around on a computer are nearly indistinguishable to an extradimensional apple farmer.
Looking forward to more. Though that hint about a heart problem in the previous chapter seems a bit hard to swallow in so advanced an era.
In the end, the experiments discover ponies´ cuteness is addictive to humans.
4424913 Hm... Georgebush?
4406181 Agreed. On both measures.
4426903 not really trying to be a dick.. i was joking with my friend after i hadhim read this... we were both drunk... i apologizen
and downvoting togiving my opinion?? what is this non-democracy? lelz
4426911 i see whathe is saying tho... because they may be freetogo at anytime... but the one with the thumb controls if they stay or not. if the juice were to run out all they would have to do is plug it in. and if it completely ran out, and each hoody is connected to a specific pony. and the humans can call the ponies whenever. i see why pulp thinks it could be a form of slavery.
Dear Lord, its like Bring Your Daughter To Work Day.
4427413
Everypony knows Twitch aims for Anarchy only!
Wait...buck...this isn't Twitch...
Ah well....PRAISE THE HELIX FOSSIL
You ought to let AJ type up a chapter. See what it's like from her perspective and mind through the use of her own trusty hooves. On a standardized keyboard. Without assistance. Please?
4423816
I want to agree with you, but that totally wasn't a QWERTY keyboard.
4429599
I dunno, all the letters are in the same cluster. Perhaps it wasn't his fist, per se. Maybe he just rolled his intermediate phalanges across the keys to simulate the tip of a hoof, but it's still a funny image.
... I'm giving this too much thought, aren't I?
4429614
No.
In international news today
Doctors from 58 countries around the world report a sudden spike in the incidence of type II diabetes. Oddly Enough, the only common factor in most of these new case appears to be that all patients spend a good portion of their leisure time reading My Little Pony fiction. Commented one patient interviewed: "I just can't resist the tiny Applejack! Skirts has done me in!"
I wonder if Shortskirts would allow another writer to dive into another part of this universe he has created...
You're making Lyra and all of your primary ponies that present positively pleasant personalities seem less sweet--instead more richly pleasing--in comparison to this Applejack the more that this universe is explored.
don't hate meatloaf...foods food especially meat
This just gets cuter all the time!
4427444
they may be freetogo at anytime(1)... but the one with the thumb controls if they stay or not.(2) if the juice were to run out all they would have to do is plug it in.(3) and if it completely ran out, and each hoody is connected to a specific pony.(4) and the humans can call the ponies whenever.(4) i see why pulp thinks it could be a form of slavery.(5)
1) They are free to go at any time. Therefore, this is not slavery.
2) You mean the one with the thumb can force the pony to go?
3) Yes, that's how technology works.
4) And each phone number or email address connects to a specific person, and we can call or email someone else whenever. Your point?
5) I don't.
4432935
im saying, if the hoodie is connected to one pony, and that pony cannot remove herself from the connection with the hoodie, a wrong person can use the hoodie, to spawn a pony whenever they want, like a sex slave. and im saying the human who decides to use it wrong,, yeah
4433050
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe that the story has confirmed that Applejack can enter and exit the hoodie whenever she wants to (not counting when it's uncharged), and that only she can choose to do so.
4433081 well she can't leave while on... Whatever realm/planet the main character is on.
I wish for an Applejack of my own
4422659 They actually can, just not a lot of it.
4437954 That's like saying a dog can digest chocolate... Just not a lot of it.
It isn't at all healthy for them and (to my understanding.) can/will kill them, albeit for different reasons (indigestion.)
Another fantastic chapter! I love this story
4433221
Can't she? So far, only the MC has pulled the strings, but there's no reason why Applejack couldn't press them to the floor and tug her head away. Or something.
4433050 *Looks at title*
How exactly would that work?
Sex slaves, huh? The size of cats?
Well I guess you could get em to lick something...
4448831
Ohh! A science project!
Technically, depending on how pony anatomy scales and how stretchy they are, you might get something compatible it if you made the hoodie just twice as big. Of course you'd then have a 2' 36kg pony. Lap sitting would probably be a thing of the past, and a kick from one would no longer be a cute and adorable thing. Erring on the side of caution would require a hoodie 3x-4x bigger, which would increase weight to 121kg and 288kg respectively. Oh course ideally you'd want to tailor the hoodie to put the mare's hips slightly higher than the man's hips so that...
Wait a minute... Oh dear Celestia what am I talking about?!
Um...