Nearly six months had passed since Twilight and Big Macintosh had started going out; and neither couldn’t be any happier. They would rotate between staying at the library and staying at Sweet Apple Acres. Both had their risks in terms of the couple’s nightly activities. The library was slightly easier since the only other one to live there was Spike, and once asleep he was a pretty sound sleeper. When worried he’d wake up, Twilight would sometimes slip a little something extra into his nightly cup of tea. The Apple residence was a bit trickier. On more than one occasion Applejack had to complain to the happy couple.
“Ya’ll gotta learn tah be a bit quieter,” said Applejack. “Ah think Apple Bloom is startin’ to not believe me when ah say yer just given Twi a wrestlin’ lesson.”
“Wrestlin’?” asked Big Mac.
“Ah had to tell her somethin,” said Applejack. “Ah sure as hay aint tellin’ her ya’ll are gettin’ on like a bunch of frisky critters! Ah won’t be the one tah explain that to her!”
“Then who’s gonna tell her when she starts askin?” asked Big Mac.
“Well…ah,” Applejack stumbled a bit over her words. “Ah din’t really think that far ahead. Cuz ah don’t wanna think that far ahead! She’s not at the age yet where we tell her bout the birds n the bees!”
“Pa taught me by takin’ me to a pasture and watchin’ some cows,” said Big Mac.
“Ah know,” said Applejack with disdain. “Ya’ll did the same with me!”
“Seemed like a good idea at the time,” thought Big Mac.
“Just talk to Twilight,” said Applejack. “And both ya’ll need to learn some restraint and to keep yer noises down. And ah sure hope ya’ll are usin’ protection! We don’t need anymore little ones walkin’ bout right now!”
“Don’t worry, sis,” said Big Mac. “We’ve been takin' the necessary precautions.”
“Good,” said Applejack. “Plus I don’t need tah be reminded that ah aint gettin’ any at the moment.”
“Ah din’t need tah hear that,” said Big Mac.
“Well ah din’t need tah hear ya’ll night after night!” exclaimed Applejack
Twilight was walking about the library with a big smile on her face, humming to herself while looking through various books. It was starting to get on Spike’s nerves.
“Do you have to be constantly humming and happy?” asked Spike.
“I thought you wanted me to be happy,” said Twilight.
“If I had known you’d be like this,” began Spike. “I would’ve preferred you being single.”
“Hardy har, Spike,” said Twilight.
“Not to mention the constant nights of you and Big Mac doing it,” said Spike off handedly.
This got Twilight’s attention right away, as she went into a little panic.
“How did you know about that!?” she asked. “How do you even know what that is!? You’re just a baby dragon!”
“Oh please, Twilight,” began Spike. “First off, I’m not a baby anymore; at least by dragon standards. Second I’m your assistant and it’s my job to organize books. I’ve probably read almost every book in this place like you have. And we do have books on sex.”
“I thought I was being so careful,” said a panicky Twilight.
“You mean slipping me something extra in my nightly tea to keep me asleep longer?” asked Spike with sarcasm.
“But how?” asked Twilight.
“Again,” began Spike with a sigh. “I’m your assistant. You’ve used me as a guinea pig with your various potions. I guess I’ve built up an immunity to sleep potions. I think I need to invest in some ear plugs. And you two better be using protection. I already got Pee Wee to take care of; I don’t need a foal as well.”
Spike continued his work, while Twilight muttered to herself about how crazy this was. She had to accept that Spike wasn’t as young an naïve as he used to be. She also didn’t take into consideration that dragons aged differently than ponies. There was a knock at the door. Twilight decided to answer it and hope it would take her mind off what just happened. She was not expecting the pony at her doorstep.
“Bookworm!?” said Twilight with great surprise. “What are you doing here!?”
At her doorstep indeed was her ex colt friend, Bookworm Ferdinand Scholar, AKA Chester Buckingham, current author of the Daring Do book series. He was looking very disheveled, and had the look of somepony who had probably been drinking a little.
I have a bad feeling about this. will watch some more.
Yeah, I can relate to AJ and Spike's complaints, sonsiderin the women my best friend brings home on occasion.
Then again, with some of the ones I have brought home from the bar... I guess I don't have much room to talk
1538912 I figured most could relate to that. I also liked the idea of Spike being fully aware. To me it seems like dragons would age differently from ponies, since most species do. Plus I figured he's no longer a simple baby dragon since he talks and does all that assistant work for Twilight.
“Don’t worry, sis,” said Applejack. “We’ve been taken the necessary precautions.” I think you can see what's wrong here.
I have to say, I was worried Spike was going to get screwed over so hard I'd have a new hole in my wall from my head bashing into it, when I saw he was having a sleepover with the CMC; however, this chapter has qualmed that concern nicely. In fact, Spike and Twilight had the best part of the chapter, couldn't stop laughing. You really hit the sarcastic nature of Spike dead on, and while I ain't terribly interested in the TwiMac, I look forward to see how the rest plays out.
Hmmmmmm... now might be a good time for Rarity to finally take notice of Spike
1538955 Oops, I tend to write these late at night. lol I just always felt Twilight and Big Macintosh made sense. It's the whole opposites attract angle.
1538955 Fixed! Thanks for pointing that out. I didn't need a whole lot more people pointing out that goofup. I'm very appreciative of people pointing out the mistakes like that.
Well....this can't be good
1539023 Think of it more as HIJINKS ENSUE! or I SMELL SHENANIGANS!
You'd think that Applebloom would already know all about that. She DOES live on a farm, you know.
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Good point, especially considering the shenanigans the crusaders tend to get up to.
1538992 That's one of those bad cliches that doesn't really work. A good couple requires a common ground to talk about and enjoy together, but they need to be different enough that they do things they normally wouldn't, broaden their horizons, and don't get bored.
Even that can be bad though, take AJ and Rarity, they share no common interest to talk about or share, but their work is their lives and they couldn't have both a farm that requires the majority of their attention and a striving fashion career that often requires travel and complete concentration.
I really don't see a pitfall to Mac and Twi like that though. Although, when it comes to kids, Mac would want them to work the farm while Twi would want them to be as absorbed in their studies as she was. Something to think about, I suppose.
1539127 I have given them common interests. Grant it that's books, but it's something. I also like to think Big Mac helps to keep Twi in balance if she gets too neurotic. As for kids, I haven't thought that far ahead.
1539089 TRUE. BUT I found it funnier for Applejack to have to make up excuses for Twi and Mac's nightly activities. And maybe Apple Bloom IS aware of what's going on, but she doesn't let Applejack know because she doesn't want her big sister to be all sad that she's growing up. At least that's how I like to see it.
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1539153 I figured as much, being that they'd need something to get them together and you seem fairly skilled at writing
I was merely pointing out the fault of the cliche, as so few people actually realize there is one.
"At her doorstep indeed was her ex colt friend, Bookworm Ferdinand Scholar, AKA Chester Buckingham, current author of the Daring Do book series. He was looking very disheveled, and had the look of somepony who had probably been drinking a little."
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1539169 Oh I'm fully aware that it's a cliche. But there's nothing new under the sun. The Bible said that, and it was penned over 2000 years ago. MLP itself takes several references from various other aspects of pop culture. In fact Pinkie Pie's forth wall, physics defying antics are reminiscent of old timey cartoons when you think about it. Also: "I was merely pointing out the fault of the cliche, as so few people actually realize" their" is one." I think you meant "there." Let's keep an eye out for one another! And thanks for complimenting my writing. I do my best
1539205 "There's no such thing as an original thought; it only matters what you do with it."
Woops
1539252 Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is nonexistent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery – celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from – it’s where you take them to.” - Jim Jarmusch
1539304 Impressive soliloquy.
1539324 It's by indie filmmaker Jim Jarmucsh.
Dun Dun DUN!
I'm already a fan of this one. I never pictured Book Worm as a drinker, something pretty bad must of happened...
Bookworm???
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1540611 I agree with the mustachioed gentlecat