Chapter 8 – How stomping apples
It has been a three days since I took Fluttershy's advice. Which to me seems like the right number to wait, especially seeing as how my legs are starting to hurt from having to walk around the farm.
Luckily today I do not have to go to work, but at the sametime I feel almost forced to stay in my house. Again just not wanting to get into an awkward staring contest with the mare that lives literally just a short gallop from my own home. Worst still is every time I think about her I can only remember her face when she left, and her words that have lead me to believe she took advantage of me. Which, technically is not really the case...And if it was I still do not think I would complain.
I continue to blankly stare into the book that sits in my lap like I have been for the last few hours as my mind just stays consumed about my own guilty conscience.
A little groan comes from me as I close the book in my lap, "I'm never going to get this out of my head...I have to talk to her!" I stand from my seat on the couch as I puff my chest out and hold a stern face.
However, this burst of energy quickly fails as I flop back to the seat, "Oh who am I kidding, she doesn't care. She just did it out of pure lust brought on by my spell..." I sigh as I shake my head, "She probably already pushed her mistake out of her head. Heck she probably doesn't even remember that night for all I know."
A little chill rolls up my back as I think over that night agian, "Oh Celestia, w-what if I got her pregnant?!" As the words bounce back to me from the walls I immediately shake my head, "No no, even if it was the wrong spell that potion would have stopped her from being in heat right when it touched her lips."
I give a slight chuckle as I continue to shake my head, "...That's it, I need to get out of this house before I kill something."
"Wait..." I tap my hoof to my mouth as I think out loud, "I could just squish Spider Mane again...Hm...Too messy."
Once more I stand up as I take a deep breath, "Alright, it's settled I will go and say hello to Applejack. Just a simple hello nothing special." My legs start to move a little slower as I trot forwards towards the door, all the while still planning what I'll be saying, "...Hello Applejack, nice day isn't it. I was wondering if you would like to talk about our little encounter the other day."
My trot comes to a halt as my extend hoof rest to the wood door, my mind wraps to the previous sentence as I try to think about what she would possibly say.
However, as I stand their I continue to planned out conversation this time trying to copy Applejack's voice, "Oh Stony, ah hope you didn't think anything of it. I was just using and there is no way I could even remotely like a small stallion, who can't even reach across his own table without a stepping stool and- OH Celestia! Spider Mane hold me!"
My voice rings through the house as I gallop back towards the couch, "No no, buck me like a tree, I can't do this. It will be far too maddening!"
I rub my front hooves to my head as I close my eyes and just try to chase the bad rendition of how the conversation might go.
As I do this I bring my bottom legs from the ground and to the coach, my size even fully extended just barely reaches the other side as I continues to rub at my head.
But with a sigh I start to open my eyes, "AH!"
I jerk my head back a little more into the cushion as I stare to the spider that clings to side of the couch I lay against.
Its black eyes stare back at me as I watch my own reflection moving from the seat, "I did not really want you to hug me Spider Mane...Your hairy and ugly."
The spider just stares back to me as it continues to cling to the coach's back cushion.
I squint to its unfazed stance as I repeat myself, "I said you are ugly...and small."
Again the spider does not react to me words, and for the moment I just stare to it as my mind begins to clear, "My Luna...I am scared about what somepony would think of me...I mean really? I open dead ponies for a living and stuff them full of stuffing and then paint them with makeup! And i'm worried about some mare saying I was a mistake?!"
The words bounce back to me as I slowly start to smile, "Ha ha! W-why do I care?" I hold my head up high as I speak up with a little authority to the spider, "Spider Mane, for this I will reward you with fresh fireflies tonight."
I start my trot up towards the door as I holds my smile, "Wait..." I again halt my trot as I think over the scenario that brought by my confidence, "On second thought Spider Mane, I am talking to an arachnid...And you are allowing this." I point my hoof to the spider as I squint my eyes, "You are aiding in my insanity and I do not appreciate that. So you will get recently dead fireflies tonight, NOT alive fireflies." I nod my head as I set my hoof back to the ground, "But, you get my thanks."
The spider just stares to me unmoved from where it clings to the coach as I turn back towards the door and then quickly outside.
The later morning sun hangs over head and the weather outside is a spring warm, which helps my courage burn to my legs as I hold my eyes to the path in front of me that leads to the farm. However, my mind still clings to the fact that I did just hold a conversation with my pet spider.
Hmm...Perhaps I should test myself before talking to Applejack.
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(A short trot and a few mental strains later)
The white fence's opening has come quickly within hooves reach as I hold my head up high and my head on a swivel for any sign of the mare I seek.
However, for the moment all my sense bring is the smell of barn animals, sweat and some kind of cheese. Luckily though my eyes do bring a big red pony into view.
Big Mac stands with his back turned from the farm's entrance as he continues to what looks like water the yellow plants that grown in front of the house.
"Hello Groß Mac."
My words quickly bring the stallion's head up and back to me, however my confidence and swagger I hold of the stallion is quickly lost as I stare to his almost death stare, "I mean Big Mac."
"What you want Stony? Granny didn't say you would be stopping by today." Despite the bright and happy yellow and flower print watering can in his hoof the tall and big stallion glares down at me with a stare that would shatter even the toughest of walls.
Luckily I am no wall, "Um...Well I wish to talk with Applejack."
"No."
I nod as I speak up, "Why?"
"Because Stony, I said so." Big Mac impatiently await the quivering in my lips to become words as he stares to me.
Obliging his stare I speak up as I clear my throat, "May I please speak to Applejack."
My selection in words and slightly less confident voice cocks the stallion's head as he speak up, "No, for the last few days she has been quite only comes out to do her chores and I know it's your fault somehow."
"M-my fault? How." My voice rings up a little faster as my ears perk up, "What's wrong?"
Big Mac shrugs as he speaks up, "I don't know she won't say. But if you are to blame I want you to know Stony, I know where you live. And I don't be thinking them legs can carry you to far."
A slight chuckle comes up from me as I nod, "Can you at least tell her I wish to talk with her?"
The stallion squint to me as he looks me over, "Why do you need to talk to my sister so bad for?"
I clear my throat as I shrug, "I uh, gave her a potion for a problem and I just wanted to check up on here."
Big Mac's ear flicks a little as he takes a hoof forward, "You been do'n that magic stuff on my sister?!"
I shake my head as I speak up, "No no, a potion. Like the tea for Granny Smith."
The stallion squint to me as he speaks up, "Stony I will-..."
"Oh hello their Stony."
The shrill older sounding voice rings over Big Mac's as the older lime green mare starts to trot over towards where we stand, "What bring you by hmm?"
I lower my voice to a more respectful tone as I nod, "I wanted to talk to Applejack."
"Oh really?" The mare cocks her head as she continues, "I think she's a little busy right now, but i'll tell her you stopped by."
I nod as I speak up, "Thank you."
"No problem Stony." The old mare's shaky trot comes up as she taps the stallion on his side, "Come on Big Mac, you need to help me get that bee nest off the barn."
"Yes Granny." The stallion holds his gaze to the older mare as she continues to trot away, however before he follows after her he takes a step towards me as he speaks up in a lower voice, "Stony, you know I don't like you very much right?"
I nod, "Yes."
"Good, remember that then." He brings his head up as he turns and trots after the older mare.
To the trotting ponies I turn back towards the path as I speak to myself, "Well this was a waste of time...Dumb spider." I hold that thought as I continue, but my trot pauses for a moment as I turn back towards the closed off windows of the house.
My eyes squint to them for a moment before I bring my legs up again.
End of chapter 8