A Hundred Followers And More · 6:40pm Oct 15th, 2015
Huh.
Well would you look at that.
And I didn't even try for the last one.
Feels somehow unrewarding for getting a follower randomly, but hey. I'm not knockin' ya.
unlessyouwantmeto
So anyway, it's been a while. Comparatively, been a while. Like... since my last blog post, not since...
youknowwhatImean
I figure I'll give you guys one more taste to see how you like it.
"Uh, this batch may or may not be good to sell. They were in the oven the entire time we were getting that huge cake from Tartarus into the ca- uh... the th- thing, the cart." Good job, me. Explained perfectly. Then I heard a giggle.
"Okay. Then let's see about it. Crunchy and kinda burnt?" She keeps her distance, staying between the counter area and the cooking area's door. I could only see her head and a hoof.
"Yeah, bit more burnt than usual."
"They should be fine, it won't hurt anybody. Some might even like it. We'll put a sign up saying crunchy and we'll see how they sell."
Right, because crunchy muffins are a good idea. Well, they might be after all. I wouldn't know and I'm not gonna try. I set them to the side, ready for my mother to put frosting on them and set them out.
The rest of the day went on like normal. The breaks, the lunch, the arguments and apologies... yeah, even mistakes as my usual. Not many, and not all mine, but hey, accidents happen. The end of the store hours were gone and I happily set my apron on the counter, along with my head in a large sigh.
"So the crunchy muffins did pretty well, didn't they? I told you it was an alright idea." I wanted to make some remark of some kind, like how she would have said it was a whatever idea for however it turned out. Pumpkin pat my back, and I turned to look at her, lightly glaring apparently as she leaned back a bit with a questioning look. "What? It was a compliment, wasn't it?"
"Well, yeah. I guess." I just stared as she shook her head a bit. The way her mane moved, her natural look... I wanted to lean in and kiss her. But I didn't. I may have leaned forward, but not enough to get close enough to try. Instead, my instinctual move was to brush some of her mane out of her face for her.
She looked at me like she was questioning me again. "What was that for?" I just shrugged and kept staring. She was way too beautiful for her own good, I swear. And I don't think she knows it. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah I am." As much as I wanted it to be true, I couldn't keep the shaking from coming and swallowing every five seconds. It was all I could do to keep myself even slightly together.
She just shook her head and walked away, and I forced myself to not stare.
Jeez, what was happening to me? I wasn't myself, that's for sure. I wouldn't normally have the courage to do that kind of stuff. Why do I feel like this with my sister anyway?
For those of you new to favoriting MPWFoE, welcome! You may have noticed I tagged the story in the blog post, if that even works still. The reason being; you're looking at sneak peeks of the long-awaited sequel for it! Yes, I'm writing a second story addition to that one, and it's going to be bigger, better and more dramatic.
And yes it'll include the sex. Kinda. Little bit of the sex.
I'll see you all in a delicate few months.
GODAMNIT STOP TEASING US