//------------------------------// // Harvesting // Story: A Tight Problem // by Fifty Shades of Yellow //------------------------------// You yawn when looking at the passenger window, watching as the houses pass by and the sun peering over the horizon. Only six hours of sleep and you’re off to that orange girls’ house at the crack of dawn, and on the weekend? This truly is a new type of hell. ”Honestly, if what you’re telling me is true...” Your mother angrily mumbles to you. “If it wasn’t, I wouldn’t even have bothered to tell you about it.” She sighs, trying to keep her attention on the road. ”Just be happy that your father doesn’t know anything about this.” “Yet.” You add in, knowing that he’s bound to get wind of this soon enough. ”Look here; if you do this right, and I mean help out with that pink girls window, I’ll forget this ever happened, capiche?” “Yeah, yeah.” You agree with low energy. ”What was that?” She irritatingly asks when pulling in the driveway. “Yes, mother.” You appropriately reply, even with a bit of bitterness in your tone. ”Good, call me when it's done.” You open the door and leave the car. ”And try not to break anything this time!” She shouts out before you shut the door. You watch her drive off, thinking how lucky she is on the fact that you didn’t break her window. ”Mornin’ partner!” A familiar jolly voice picks you off guard. You turn around and see that farm girl approaching you… in a blue dress. ”Right, I forgot my manners. The name’s Applejack.” Your main focus is still on why would she even wear that instead of anything else. ”It’s the frilly dress that’s bothering you, isn’t it? I’m actually wearing it because the word on today is that it’s going to be warm out here.” She takes a good look at you. “And it looks like you’re doing the same with them shirt and shorts.” She walks up to you and puts a hand on your shoulder. ”I like a man that’s prepared.” She guides you into the barn and grabs out a hedge trimmer. “First things first, we need to get the bushes done. Then we hand pull the weeds from the pavement, and move on to getting the dead branches off the trees.” She hands it over to you and guides you over to the row of bushes. ”And that’s just the beginning for you.” “Hold up, I’m basically being your gardener for the day?” ”I thought you knew.” She replies with a smirk. “Besides, you don’t know the family way on how to paint the barn properly.” “Does it involve double coating?” ”Well, yeah, but it’s not as easy at it sounds.” ”Do you go from top to bottom, or bottom to top?” ”Now what does that matter?” “It does, if you don’t want to get that pretty dress ruined.” ”If I did care about it, I wouldn’t have worn it, now would I?” You can’t doubt that logic. "Well, let's get to it!" She smacks you on the back before walking off, revealing a bit of her assets. A few hours later... With a good heave, you drag the very last bale of hay over to the rest. After this, you should be done. Nearly twelve hours of Applejack’s chores have kept you up. Sure, there was a break once every while, but that was barely enough to give you enough energy to continue. You were more than glad when she offered you a sandwich around lunchtime, or else the growling in your stomach would’ve never stop. As you were hauling it over the other bale of hay, the string that was keeping it together rips. Straws of hay scattered around you, leaving you to groan in anguish. Applejack isn’t going to like any of this. Speaking of which, you hear the barn door slide open, allowing a familiar shadow cast over a good portion of the barn. ”How’s it going in here?” Applejack questions you as she’s standing outside, blocking the setting sun. “Almost done here, just need to clean up the last of this hay.” You gather as much that you can in your arms and try to sculpt it into a cube. ”Heh, it’s fine, sugarcube. Just put it all into a little bush and let’s talk for a bit.” You stop for a moment, pondering over what she wants to talk about. If it’s about your payment, she better not back out on her word, or else that tree sitting on a nearby hill will be the perfect spot for her grave. You sit down, waiting for her to say something. She grabs the end of her dress and fans it out, exposing her plain white panites. ”Quite a day, huh?” “Yeah… So, what is it that you wanted to talk about?” ”Now, I did say that I would help out with the window, but what about that broken contraption that you tossed out the window?” Oh shit... You completely forgot about that window you smashed open. ”I’ll fill in for that as well.” You think to yourself that there is an ‘if’ coming, isn’t there? ”If,” there it is, “you drop them trousers for me.” “Um, what?” ”You heard me. Just drop ‘em and let me do the rest.” She crouches down and reaches over for your shorts. “I don’t think so.” You scoot away, and begin to stand up. She forces you back down and gets on your lap. ”Now what’s the rush? Granny’s asleep and the rest of my family won’t be back for another hour.” “I’d rather gain my wizard powers rather than give you a shag on this germ infested pile of crap.” ”Uh, who’s getting what now?” You push her off and stand up, making your way towards the barn door. ”Pinkie’s going to be mighty upset over the music box!” “I’ll live with it!” You yell out, halfway done from leaving her in this barn. ”Guess you leave me with no choice.” A moment later, a loud ripping sound stopped you. Did she just went primal and ripped her dress of? As you were turning around something flies over you and then falls down. Before you know it, you’re trapped in a thick layer of rope. ”Gotcha!” She pridefully says when luring you in with a part of her dress dangling to the side. You tried to fight back, but the rope was too strong and pinned your arms to your waist. ”I love it when they’re playing hard to get!” She shouts out when pulling you in. You do your very best to anchor your feet down, but it fails as you slide across the floor. Unfortunately, she wins, pulling you back to the messed up pile of hay. ”Ha-ha! Nice try, sugarcube!” She wraps the rope around you and pushes you down. “Now, stop your squirming, I don’t wanna hurt ya.” A different shadow casts over you. ”Applejack?” A young voice interrupts your about-to-be rape session. The two of you look to see a small, young girl that looks a bit like Applejack. ”Apple Bloom!” Applejack scrambles around to get her dress back in place, trying to hide her white bra that matches with her undergarments. “W-why are you home so early?!” ”Sweetie Belle couldn’t hang out anymore because of her sister.” ”What’s Rarity cryin’ over this time?!” She barks out when getting up. ”Sweetie didn’t say, but what I heard from Rarity was something about how much of a failure she was, along with what’s wrong with her makeup, or something.” ”So why are you here!?” With a closer examination, you can see that there’s a bit of duct tape dangling on the back of her dress. Did she plan this out? ”The door is locked and I don’t have the key.” ”Again?!” ”I was in a rush this mornin’!” As they are arguing, you begin to wiggle around, trying to escape from the rope. Applejack groans. ”Alright, I’m on my way.” You freeze, hoping that she wouldn’t look at your attempt to escape. “I’ll be back, so don’t try anything funny while I’m gone.” She storms out and begins to close the door. ”Did the heat get to you or what?” Apple Boom questions her state of mind. ”Oh shut it.” She slams the barn door shut and locks it. You waste no time on wiggling around to get out. Damn, she did a good job at this. But that won’t stop you! You thrash around, trying to loosen it up. After a good thirty seconds you stop to check if there was any progress. It didn’t even work in the slightest bit. You go full retard and do it again, but this time, you stand up. You stop after hitting a barrel and tripping over it. “Argh, what the…?” You take a look and read out the stamped out words. “APPLE CIDER.” A small flow of it pours out. You get an idea, but you have to act fast. You roll around in the cider, hoping that you'll get some sort of advantage. A good minute passes by. The lock on the barn door jiggles around. ”Alright! Hope you’re ready for the ride of your life time, partner!” Applejack announces when sliding the barn door open. She looks around, only to notice a damaged apple cider barrel still leaking on the ground, some rope scattered across the floor, and you, about to jump through the barn window on the second floor. ”Hold it right there, you slippery varment!” She points at you, slowly exiting through it. The only thing that’s down there is a tarp spread out and suspended in mid air by rope and pipes. Fuck it, what do you have left to lose but your virginity if you stay here any longer? You lean out and fall smack dab in the center of the tarp, preventing a fair amount of impact. The rest was cushioned by the sound of a crate or two being crushed from your fall. “Ouch…” You mumble out, looking at the orange sky right above you. You try to get up, but the immense pain coming from your back and ass slow you down. Once you manage to stand up, you slip on the tarp and land on your knees. You forgot that you’re still soaked in Applejack’s homemade apple cider, so this might be tricky to get off. From the corner of the barn, you hear something rapidly coming towards you. ”Playing hard to get, aren’t ya!?” She laughs. “I like a good chase! It makes the reward all the better!” You slide your way to the end of the tarp and start to run as if there was no tomorrow. She tries to chase you through the tarp, but slips on the small droplets you left from falling. ”Consarn it!” She screams out. You look back to see her face down on the ground. She groans when getting up. “You ain’t getting away that easily, you darn rascal!” She touts out. You can only limp away, still sore from the five meter fall. Applejack slides right past the puddle and gets off the tarp. You run off and manage to get to the wooden picket fence. Somehow, she manages to catch up and grabs you from the back. With immense effort, she pulls you away from the fence and tosses you to the ground. A part of your shirt rips apart as you collapse on the grass. ”Looks like we’re doing it out here now!” She raises her hands, ready to rip you apart, but is grounded to a halt when her hands are bounded together by a piece of rope. “What in tarnation?!” You look off to the side and see Apple Bloom holding her sister back with the rope. ”What are you waitin’ for?!” You assume that’s your cue to push back, so you do so and watch her fall down as you get up. ”Apple Bloom! Let me go!” Applejack shouts out as she starts to fight back. ”It’s not gonna happen, sis!” Apple Bloom makes her stand as she does her best to bring Applejack in. ”He’s mine! I caught him fair and square!” You back away and run back to the fence. ”And he doesn’t want any of it!” Apple Bloom voices out your very own thoughts about this situation. You finally slip over the fence and back away from the farm, watching as the sisters argue. ”Just you wait and see! He’ll turn right back around!” Applejack still tries to fight against her own sister by yanking herself away. “Listen, Apple Bloom, you let me go, and I’ll let you have a turn with him, what do ya say?” You notice the clear red blush that’s appearing over Apple Bloom’s face. You take no chances and start to run down the long trail back to the city.   For five minutes, you ran as fast that you could. No breaks, and without any means to slow down. By the time that you did stop, you decided to look back. No sign of Applejack or her sister in plain view. You suck in as much air and sit down on the curb. So far, nothing has went your way. All you wanted was to go through one week with nothing going in between you and-- Your phone vibrates. You fear for the worst as you pull it out. As you take a glimpse at the caller and were relieved to see that it was just Norman that was checking in on you. Only issue is that now the screen on your phone is cracked. Looks like a small sacrifice will be made if you want to answer. You take a good amount of air in and glide your finger over the screen. You wince once it's over and rub your index finger with your thumb, keeping the fresh cut open. You do this to keep your mind off of the stress that you're going through.   ”Hey man, how’s it going?” “Blood for the blood God…” ”Uh, what?” “Nothing, just talking to myself.” ”Right…” He skeptically responds. “I’m losing my fucking mind with these girls!” ”I’m taking that you striked out with the farmer chick now?” “That bitch went to extreme lengths to have me. She wanted to rape me!” There was a moment of silence. ”Anon, are you feeling well?” “I’m not crazy, you ignorant bastard!” ”Woah, calm down.” “I won’t! Not until I get a good, hot shower and a new set of clothes!” ”Sounds like you just worked all day.” “I did, and I won’t be doing that again soon. Listen, I need a favor from you, can I borrow some clothes and your shower?” ”Dude, I have company over. I can’t just let anyone over.” “YOU OWE ME YOU GODDAMN SON OF A BITCH!” ”Okay! Shit. But when tomorrow comes, you’re going to tell me everything that happened.” “Fine, I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” You hang up and put your cracked phone away. Well, at least it can’t get any worse that this, right?