Why can’t I sleep? Why can’t I sleep!? I spent all night playing games and drinking, for gods’ sake! I should have collapsed by now! Argh! Damn it! Damn it all!
There’s only one explanation. There has to be. Why did she do that? What was she thinking? I don’t care that she was drunk. I don’t care that she could barely stand. Urgh!
Justin woke up late that morning. He hadn’t gotten much sleep the past few days, and whenever he had it was full of strange dreams.
“Wow,” Twilight Sparkle said as he stomped his way into the main hall of the library. “Good morning?”
Justin simply groaned as he poured himself a cup of coffee. “What time is it?” he asked, scratching himself.
“Nearly eleven. I’m surprised you woke up this early.” Twilight turned back to the stack of notes she had made during Justin’s talk with the princess.
“Bad dreams,” he muttered.
“I might have a few books that could help,” Twilight suggested.
“I am not in the mood to go turning pages, thank you very much. Besides, I’d rather stretch my wings.” Justin stopped where he stood and smacked himself in the head.
Twilight stopped reading and stared at Justin. “What was that for?”
“I’m not going to talk about it.” Despite the mare’s badgering, he refused to give in, eventually leaving with a handful of bits he had found lying on the counter.
He made his way to what looked to be the market, judging by the number of ponies there. He turned out to be right and quickly located Applejack standing behind a cart. “Well, howdy, Justin!” The farm pony stopped and blinked, properly taking in the man’s dishevelled appearance. “Woah. You okay, sugarcube?”
Justin rubbed at the bags under his eyes. “Feel like I got kicked in the head, so all things considering, not that bad.” He pulled some of the bits from his pocket. “I feel like breakfast.”
“It’s nearly lunchtime,” Applejack pointed out in a deadpan.
“I just woke up, okay?”
“Ya’ll been havin’ nightmares?”
“Not nightmares. Not exactly,” Justin replied. “Mind if I sit down?” he asked, gesturing to an empty crate behind the cart.
“Sure thing.” Applejack pushed the crate closer with a hoof so he didn’t need to move as far.
Justin eased himself onto the crate slowly so as not to lose his balance. He rubbed at his eyes again.“I keep having... dreams.”
“Lemme guess. Rainbow Dash?”
Justin turned to the farmer. “How’d you know?”
Applejack snorted. “It don’t take somepony like Twilight to figure somethin’ like that out.”
“Fair enough.” Justin sighed and slumped down. “I don’t know why, though. I mean, she was drunk out of her mind! That kiss meant nothing!”
“Here, eat this.” Applejack passed an apple fritter to Justin. “Now, the way Ah see it,” she said, leaning against the cart, “ya’ll been tellin’ yaself that it meant nothin’, but until ya hear those words from Rainbow Dash herself ya won’t think otherwise.”
Justin swallowed his mouthful of fritter and stared at the farmer. “That is pretty deep, y’know that?”
“What, just because Ah’m a country gal Ah can’t be all philosophical and stuff?” Applejack asked in mock indignation.
“I never said that,” Justin replied, too tired to see the joke. “Well, if you think I should talk to Rainbow, where can I find her?”
“Knowin’ her, probably sleepin’ in one of mah trees.” Applejack adjusted her hat. “If ya’ll are willin’ ta wait, Ah can help ya check the orchard for her.”
“Well, I haven’t got anything better to do. If I fall asleep, don’t wake me up.”
“Say, sugarcube, can ya tell me somethin’?”
“What?”
Justin and Applejack were walking the path to Sweet Apple Acres, the farm pony pulling the cart as though it weighed nothing.
“Why exactly are ya happy stayin’ here?” she asked, a little worried.
Justin looked at the cloudless afternoon sky. “I did say that my life there wasn’t great, didn’t I?” he asked back.
“That ya did,” Applejack replied. “But what about yer friends? Or yer family?”
“All my friends moved away to study.” Justin chuckled. “They wanted to become doctors or lawyers or writers. Before I wound up here, I hadn’t spoken to any of them in two years at least.”
“Two years? Really?” Applejack had trouble believing what he had just said. But thanks to being the Embodiment of Honesty she could tell that every word was truth. “Well, what about yer family? Don’t they miss ya?”
“My father left my mother when she was pregnant. She died three years ago.” The light, almost carefree way he spoke stunned the farmer. “Didn’t have any brothers or sisters, either. Just me.”
“How can ya talk about yer mother’s death so easily?” Applejack asked after finding her voice.
“It was years ago, and she was sick. Inoperable cancer,” he explained.
“Say what now?”
“The doctors couldn’t have done anything even if they tried. If they cut her open to get it out, she would’ve died in days. Instead, she spent the last six months of her life travelling, doing her best to make the most of what she had left,” Justin replied, sighing. “Should’ve gone with her to Egypt,” he muttered.
Applejack didn’t know what Egypt was, nor did she really care. “What did ya say before about ya father? Somethin’ about leavin’ yer mother?”
“Yeah. Never knew him. Don’t want to either.” Justin’s expression became hard at that. “He wanted nothing to do with me, why should I want anything to do with him?” he asked angrily.
“Ah didn’t say anythin’,” Applejack replied warily. “Do ya know why ya father left ya mother like that?”
“I don’t know!” Justin shouted. “I just don’t know! For all I know he got killed and I shouldn’t be hating him. I just...” Justin slumped, his shoulders drooping as he tried to force down his anger.
“Easy there, Justin.” Applejack had stopped pulling the cart to look properly at the human. The way he went from bittersweet reminiscing to anger to confusion was more than a little concerning. “Take a deep breath now.” Justin did as she said. “Keep calm now. Gettin’ angry at that won’t do ya no good now.”
“I know,” Justin muttered. “I thought I got over this years ago. I just...” He sighed.
“That ain’t the kinda thing somepony can get over easily, Ah reckon.” She rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “Maybe ya’ll worried about being rejected or somethin’?”
“Rejected? What the hay are you talking about?” Justin blinked. “Did I just say ‘hay’?”
“Ya’ll worried about being rejected. Ya think yer father wanted nothin’ ta do with ya, so you have a...” Applejack took a moment to think. “A fear of rejection, maybe?”
“A fear of rejection?” Justin turned to the mare, one eyebrow raised. “Really? That’s the best you can do?”
“Hey, Ah ain’t no fancy psychiatrist now. Ah’m just taking a few guesses. Hay, Ah’m probably completely wrong.” Applejack started walking again. “Maybe Twi knows more about this kinda thing?”
“Well, she knows the princess. Might ask for a pony who knows about this kind of thing,” Justin said as he followed.
“That’s a good idea,” Applejack replied. “Now come on, Big Macintosh expected me back ten minutes ago.”
“Applejack, why were ya late?”
“Sorry, big brother,” Applejack shouted back. “Had to help mah friend here.”
“Did Twilight ask about how we grow our trees again?”
“No, different friend.” She gestured to Justin. “Ya’ll remember this fella, dontcha?”
“Eeyup.” Bug Macintosh approached Justin, the big red stallion’s head level with the man’s neck. “Ah’m Big Macintosh.”
“I’m Justin.” There was an awkward silence as the two simply stared at each other.
“Say, Big Macintosh,” Applejack asked, “ya’ll seen Rainbow around?”
“I saw her sleepin’ in one of the Red Gala trees about half an hour ago,” he replied. He turned to Justin. “Well, it was nice meetin’ ya, but Ah gotta go. Ah promised ta help Applebloom with her math homework.” The stallion walked off slowly back towards the house. Justin couldn’t help but wonder what he was like when he was talkative.
As he disappeared into the building, Applejack went to up to Justin. “Gimme a moment to put the cart back inta the barn, then we can go find Rainbow.”
It didn’t take long to locate Rainbow Dash. Amongst the greens and reds her cyan coat stood out easily. She was lying on a branch, a foreleg dangling as she snored lightly.
“So, ya want ta wake her, or should I?”
“I think I will.” Justin approached the tree and shook it. Rainbow stirred but didn’t wake.
“Hmm,” she moaned in her sleep. She began to giggle and kicked with one of her legs. “That’s good...”
Applejack and Justin looked at each other, eyebrows raised. “Is she dreamin’ about what Ah think she’s dreamin’ about?”
“I hope not,” Justin whispered in response. He shook the tree again.
“Oh, Justin,” the pegasus said happily. “Hmm...”
“Oh god,” Justin muttered.
“Oh Celestia,” Rainbow moaned.
“Oh hay no!” Applejack approached the tree and bucked it hard, knocking the pegasus from her perch. “What in tarnation is wrong with ya, Rainbow!?”
“Huh? Wha?” Rainbow had landed on her head and was looking at them upside down. She righted herself and stared at her friend. “What are you talking about?”
“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Justin muttered.
“We heard ya talkin’ in ya sleep,” Applejack replied.
“You... you did?” Rainbow was suddenly very nervous. “I... I was dreaming that I was getting a massage! Yeah, a massage.”
“Musta been a heck of a massage to get you moaning like that,” Applejack answered, her anger mixed with disgust.
Their argument was interrupted by the sound of Justin retching from behind a different tree. “I’m going back to the library,” they heard Justin say.
“What? Why?” Rainbow asked.
“To see if Twilight can erase my memory,” he replied, still sounding a bit queasy. “And to get me that psychiatrist.”
“What?” Rainbow took flight and followed Justin. “What do you mean, a psychiatrist?
“That’s personal, thank you very much,” Justin replied with more force than he had intended. “And I don’t want to be around you just now. Especially seeing what you were dreaming of...” he muttered as he left Rainbow behind.
“You heard that?”
“I heard enough!”
Oh god I hope Twilight can get me a psychiatrist. This is not something I want to deal with! God, I thought she didn’t want anything to do with me in that way! Then I hear that! Dammit! I do not need or want those mental images! Get out of my brain! Get out of my brain, dammit!
*looks left* *looks right*
Now, what reactions can I expect from my readers...?
Woo! New chapter, and it's really funny.
Can understand why Justin tossed his cookies too.
Can't wait for the next one.
Oh...OH GAWD!!!! I don't know whether to be scared or to laugh my flank off!
....I think I'm just gonna laugh.
Great Chapter!
Best chapter yet,
-Character Developement in OCs and NOCs
-The interactions after RDs wet dream are PRICELESS
-We delve in more on Justin's psyche
Keep it coming!
I'll be honest, I was expecting a bit of "Straight Dash? WTF!?"
Glad that hasn't happened, though also a little disappointed...
LMAO at scene at the tree
finally, another chapter!!!
why did justin get sick???+=???
i would put color into that rainbow any day if you catch my drift
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He still sees the ponies as animals, to a degree. Even though Rainbow may as well be human, mentally speaking, he can't get over the fact that her personality is in an animal wrapping, as it were.
Plus, what he imagined what Rainbow was imagining may have been... particularly messed up. I dunno.
And dude, slightly messed up, that.
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I'm betting that such reactions are less prevalent here because you can't post anonymously.
Taking a name requires one to follow certain rules of etiquette.
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Sorry to post once again but HA!
I totally called that in my comment for the previous chapter.
Carry on.
I vote for laughing.
While I can understand where Justin is coming from, I can also just chalk it up to his mindset being different than mine.
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Straight Dash? WTF!?
Wow, Justin must not really like rainbow dash.
That or the dream reminded him of the mr hands video
Disgusting imagery aside, Great chapter
Oh rainbow you so crazy. Great chapter, I'm interested to see where this will end up.
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It's not that he doesn't like her. It's just being thought of in that way that breaks his brain.
Yeah, I can see why he is freaked out. I would be too. Good story though.
Tracking.
...Interesting. Very interesting. Oh... and MORE! please.
Beuno.....
lol
Easily one of the most interesting fics i've read since it all began. So sad that this chapter ended already.
I need more.... I don't want to wait however long it is for the next chapter!.... But please take your time, i'm really enjoying it!
Ugh, disgusting!
Don't do anythung stupid!
I'm loling too hard to think a smart coment, so...
MOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!
Loved it, mate. Want more!
It pleases me that it's getting so many good reviews
This made me lol. Your chapters need to be longerrrr
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I know. I try, I honestly do. But it just winds up being unnescary padding that serves no purpose.
Wat
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lol, still awesome fic btw,
MOAR
I lol'd my ass off.
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That was disturbing. And really funny!
As a proper gentleman of the Interwebz, I shall now respond in the most logical and polite fashion:
WUT
LOLOLOLOLOOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
Im gonna be sick D:
lol im surprised you didn't put something in about rainbow having "wet dreams" lol
anyway... ll
Honestly, I don't care what species you are, if you're having wet dreams about me I'd be flattered. Buuut, that's just me.
OH GOD I SHOULDN'T BE LAUGHING RIGHT NOW 'CAUSE THAT WAS HORRIBLE!!!
My Reaction:
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Justine's Reaction:
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Here Justin 'ave somma' mine.
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If I am in their world and rainbow likes me I am taking it.
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That's becuase you're not prejudiced or stuborn.
Well i think he could have been nicer to her and not so rude acting like what sh did was horrible. People and ponys can have dreams. I know i do.
You're kidding right? That string of words was downright verbose.
I was biting my fist to keep my guffaws from waking the house! Perfect timing.
Well... since I see a lot more positive comments than I think this chapter deserves, I'll do a contrast here
I didn't like the chapter, it feels like it was made by an immature teenager, the chapter is very silly and the dialogues feel somewhat artificial, plus Dash's thing feels very forced... I honestly don't see why she would be in love even in What a moment that happened, I hope all she wants is to fuck Justin for some strange reason and that's all, at least for now.
On the other hand, if the idea of this fanfic is not to be something serious and that everything is simply seen with humor, in my case it has not succeeded and it does not seem to be that type of fanfic. Of course it has humor that at some point has made me laugh, but I also don't see that it is the type of story in which it pretends to be all jokes and pranks.
For me it's a very bad chapter, so I'm going to give it... 1 star ⭐
The reason I'm giving it one star is because of the way Justin acted with Raimbow Dash, just for the drama.
Although this story is already quite old, I don't want to offend the author, nor do I think I'm better than him (I couldn't make an entertaining fanfic even if my life depended on it), my intention is only to give my point of view