You walk quietly through the Apple's orchard, admiring the way the sun bursts through the fruit filled trees. Yet, the prize you were looking for wasn't in a tree, but rather, should be kicking one. You hear the sound of the strong, practiced kick in the distance, and set course for him. Big Macintosh.
It’s been long enough. You’ve lived in this G rated world for months, and you can only read books and use the images in your mind for so long. The other side of the bed is cold at night. You want someone to laugh with… to cry with. You want someone to come home to. And, well. When you think of male companionship, he’s the only one who comes to mind.
You've tried to get his attention for weeks. Gentle touches, talking to him, laughing and smiling as much as possible around him, pet names. You’ve done the works. Perhaps some of it was kinda forced, but you just loved being around him. You've always had a thing for shy guys... but you couldn't take it any longer. No more ‘What if’s. No more second guessing. If he won’t make the first move, then you will.
You've worked yourself up all day for this moment. Confidence is key. Approaching his strong, crimson frame, you take a deep breath and reassure yourself one last time. There is no way he doesn't like you. You’ve got this
"Big Mac! How's it goin?" you ask cheerfully.
He looks up at you, and then returns to his work by heading to another tree.
"AJ's in the barn," he mutters.
Then, he’s back to silence. He’s always been a quiet one, but in some ways, that just makes you want to open him up even more.
"Okay, but, uh. I didn't come to see her," you reply, standing in front of him and holding your hands behind your back to tactically puff out your chest. What? Gotta flaunt what'cha got. Moreover, there’s no definitive proof that stallions don’t want some of this. You want some of this.
He grunts in response and, with a single fluid motion, bucks his tree with tremendous force. Oh. Wow. Those leg muscles. Uh. Did it just a little warmer outside?
"Well, uhm. When are you done working?" you ask curiously, rocking back and forth on the spot.
"Dunno. Round bed time?" he says, moving to another tree.
A silence falls between the two of you as he moves to another tree.
"Well, um. Instead of that, why don’t you take a break! You’re such a hard worker. What if we went to see a movie or something?" you ask meekly.
He moves to the next tree silently.
"Nope."
The simple word hits you like a slap to the face. Your arms fall limply to your sides.
"Heh. Y-yeah. Movies are dumb... but uhm. Food is good! How about dinner?" you say awkwardly. “Eating is a thing that people do. Together. Sometimes.”
"Nope," he replies.
You gulp and nod. Well, he’s gotta give you a reason. Or something. Maybe this is just a bad day.
"Right! Watching money. I understand, well maybe-"
"Femanon," he says firmly. You look up at him, your heart in your throat. "I have a hard enough time keeping the farm alive, let alone a relationship. I’m not interested. And I’d just be a jerk to you. Go home."
You open your mouth to speak, but close it as he turns away, off to another tree.
“Yeah, well. Fine. But you could have been a little more polite about it.”
Turning on the spot, you make tracks out of the orchard, leaving your heart behind.