I jumped out of my bed and unto the hard wood floor below. Everything hurts; my legs, my behind, everything. I feel a sharp stinging ringing against my rump, it’s painful and I have no remedy for it.
Inching to the door closet door I wiggle my rump side to side in a pointless attempt to nullify the stinging, it’s really irritating. I stopped slowly sitting on my behind and rolled backwards and unto my back.
Slowly working the onesie’s buttons I unclipped the top from the bottom exposing my diaper in full view.
The built up moisture in the diaper felt unbearably uncomfortable. I grabbed the side of the diaper latching unto the tabs; I wrapped them forward, and watched as the diaper fall neatly on the ground.
The room’s cold air breezed against my vag, it made me cringe at first but it felt refreshing. It’s also worth noting that I sorta regret wearing my wet diaper all night long. That was just mighty lazy of me.
Carefully I slid the diaper from off my waist and crawled my way out of my onesie. Wow, it certainly is a lot bigger than I remember. I don’t know if it has something to do with my Applebuckin’ bringing my weight down or what but I definitely am getting skinner.
I put away my onesie and my pacifier. I don’t want nopony findin’ out about it. Thinking bout’ the look on Rainbow’s face just tore me apart.
Her eyes! I swear they made me feel like I was bein’ judged. It ain’t my fault I wanna be a little filly I-I just can’t deal with it! I just don’t want pony’s to judge me for wanting to be foal… I can’t help it I swear!
I felt a tear stream down my face as I kicked the box into the closet, I heard Granny callin’ me down stairs. I’m going to guess she’s wonderin’ where all the milk has gone. Well, the answer is all over my backside in the form of ah’ chapped red skin.
I swear I feel like such a dirty little filly right now, I didn’t notice how painful a diaper rash could be until I found my dealing with one; maybe I outta use more powder next time?
I trotted down stairs, past the old family portrait, and into the living room. Like I thought Granny Smith convicted me of drinking the last of the family’s milk.
And there they sit; Big Mac, Granny Smith, an Applebloom all together at the family dining table.
Granny smith set down her coffee and looked at me dead in the eyes, “Oh Honey, you’re not looking to hot. Is something wrong Applejack?”
I took my seat at right beside my baby sister, cringing a bit as my rump squashed a bit against the chair I smiled, “No, I’m fine… really. Just busy buckin’ Apples is all, sorry about the milk.”
Granny Smith smirked at me, “Well dear, just be careful not to overwork yourself. I know your friend’s have been too busy t’ work but I appreciate your labor.”
I smiled watching as Big Mac and Applebloom both left the table and outside the door, “Why thank y’all Granny, But I ain’t putting half the work in that Big Mac is.”
Granny Smith passed me an envelope, smiling she spoke, “It’s just a bit of a thanks Applejack, I want you to do something with your little sister come two days for now. I don’t want her to have to think about your momma.”
I smirked grabbing and opening the envelope, it was a few douzen bits. Actually the most bits I’ve seen come outta this family in a long time.
I grabbed the bits and tipped my hat off to mah granny, “Thanks Granny, I’ll be sure to have a good time alright? If ya need me I’ll be workin’ the fields.”
After a quick trot back to my room to put away the bits I headed out the front door and into the Apple tree grove.
Man it’s hot today, an ah’ mean it. Ever been outside when it’s arid? Well try buckin’ your legs back some 10 times per tree. Now I want you to multiply that by some 40 or so trees an acre, then multiply that by however many acres this farm is!
Worse part is I don’t even see Big Mac workin’ an Appleblooms probley on some sorta crazy adventure with her friends. Then there’s me, stuck buckin’ trees hours on end.
After about three hours of tree buckin’ you start pickin’ up on the simple things that make nature beautiful and kinda terrible. I’m seein’ lots of bird attack eachother, lots of preditors round’ this time of the year I guess.
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Y’all know what’s more borin’ than applebuckin’ for some three hours on end? Why applebuckin’ for nine hours on end.
My legs are tired, and sore. Also I think my behind has a sunburn on it, I probley should’ve invested in some rash crème but I don’t believe I have any; didn’t really reckon on havin’ an accident and not cleaning myself up.
I suppose it’s mah fault like everything else; laziness is a sin after all. I lined my legs up with the tree, I sprung forward, kicked the tree’s hard wood surface and watched as dozens of apples fell around me.
I swear it’s getting harder every day, A-Ah wanna give up so bad but I can’t! Not just yet, I’m not lettin’ down the family!
I kicked the tree behind me a few more times before I gave up, the tree was empty; I was just a bit wiled up I guess?
Out of nowhere a streak of Rainbow comes blazin’ past the sky… it was Rainbow Dash. Oh god why?! I ducked my face in front hoofs and prayed for her to leave me alone. Rainbow wasn’t real rational to begin with and it didn’t help that I have no explanation for my actions.
I’d say it took her a good dozen minutes to spot me, it’s not like her to take her time; something was up.
“A-Applejack?” I heard from behind. A part of me wanted to turn around but my self-esteem got the better of me. I ducked to the ground like a little filly and blushed. I don’t have words, this is beyond embrassin’, I don’t know what to say!
Rainbow walked up behind me gracing my side with her flank and oh my gosh I wanna melt. I think she could tell I was nervous, probley cause of my position but still. She crouched next to my head an pecked my on the cheek. She bit my ear and whispered, “I-I’m sorry I called you those mean things, I just don’t know. I just don’t know what that was all about and I overreacted.”
I bit my lower lip and stood back up on all fours, “I-It’s mah’ fault Rainbow, I didn’t ever want somepony seein’ me like that. It’s embrassing and it’s all my fault!”
Rainbow frowned; I could tell she was being genuine. She’s so sweet sometimes, “W-what do you mean ‘It’s all my fault’?”
I looked away from her, I felt the tears gatherin’ round my eyes. I don’t want her to see me like this, I wanna be the strong one in the relationship, “I-I… two days from now.”
I could tell Rainbow was on the brink of remembering, she had a curtain glimmer in her eye that told me she was trying to recall something.
“Mah’ parents death…” I said hanging my head in shame.
Rainbow’s expression lit up and she covered her mouth “Uh-oh...” She hugged me tight and told me to sit down.
I sat on my sore rump and felt my legs get weaker. I could tell there was a clear loss of tension in my muscles; I just sorta melted into Rainbow’s embrace.
Feelin’ a bit winded I asked, “So whatcha thinkin’ now?”
Rainbow frowned, “I-I dunno, does the accident have anything to do with what happened with you last night?”
I blushed, “I-I dunno Rainbow, I just feel guilty bout’ it all an I don’t wanna let any pony down, an doin’ that thing I did last night makes everything seem alright.”
Rainbow pecked me on the cheek, “Well I wanna help you. I know I’m not always the most understanding person but I still love you regardless. I-I’ll talk to you later, I don’t wanna interrupt your work now and I have to get back to cloud monitoring.”
I turned my head to her leaning in for a kiss, my lips met her and my face got even hotter than it already was. I smiled, “One more thing, would you please not tell anypony bout’ what happened last night?”
For some reason the expression in Rainbow’s face dropped almost like what I said hit a sour note. Smirking she weakly smiled, “N-no problem Aj, I-I’ll talk to you later alright? I-I love you, goodbye”. With that she flew back into the sunset leaving me one my lonesome sour behind once more.
I gave up for the night, I think I met my quota, can’t right tell to be honest. I’m not gonna bother pullin’ the applecart back tonight, it’s only half full anyway.
Slowly I start pacing my way back to the barn. I can feel the sweat run down my forehead and my blood pumping in the back of my legs. I’m really glad I don’t have a mirror to see myself with, I must look a mess.
I feel like it’s my fault that I’m so tired, it was selfish for stayin’ up so late roleplaying. I’m such a selfish pony, I can’t even support my family.
Along the way home I start noticing the overwhelming lack of breeze at this barn, my body is so tense; like a thousand needles stick into every orifice of my body each time I step. I eventually make it back to the main barnyard; it’s pretty well getting dark, family probably ate already.
I walk to the back of the barn and into the small shower shack we have back there. I wash myself which albeit refreshing, ain’t all that relaxing. The water is freezing cold and just plain uncomfortable.
I don’t feel the need to describe my bathing rituals in full detail. I just wash my hair, wash my coat, my eh… privates, and polish my hoofs. I shake any and all water off my body.
Outside of the washroom is a small tin tub. My parents used to warm it up for Applebloom and I when we were youngins’, I sometimes help Applebloom bath when she needs it.
Heh, I love Applebloom more than any other pony in my life. By that I mean I guess I just care for her the most, it’s real hard growing up without a mommy and I try hard for to make sure she feels like she has one. I defiantly ain’t no filly though, and I certainly ain’t no stallion. I know I’m not much of an influence on Applebloom’s life, but I like to think I am.
Ah walk back into my house, like I guessed the entire place is pitch black. I-I don’t know why, but I kinda wanna check on Applebloom, maybe see how she’s doing.
I knock on her door, “Hey Applebloom, mind if I come in?”
“Sure thing!” I hear from the other end of the doorway.
I walked in her door; stepping inside the first thing I noticed was an array of differn’t colored crayons scattered across the floor. Applebloom of course sat in the center of them using one of them to illustrate a drawing in front of her.
Shutting the door, I trotted over to her. She’s so adorable when she’s not crusadin’. Ah duck down beside her makin’ sure not to interrupt her drawing too much.
“Watcha doin their baby sis?”
Applebloom spat out the crayon and lifted her drawing up, “I drew you and the rest of the family of course…”
I couldn’t quite tell what was wrong with her expression, but there was something defintly up. Still I pet her mane and held her closer to my body, “Awh, that’s great Applebloom. You’re such a good artist!”
I watched her smile before she staired at me nervously.
“Is something wrong Applebloom?”
Applebloom looked at the floor avoiding eye contact with me, “I-I was talkin’ to Scootaloo today. Scootaloo said that Rainbow saw you this morning dressed awfully weird.”
I blushed, “Whadda ya mean there Applebloom, what all did she say I was wearing?”
Applebloom shrugged, “I dunno, something kinda foalish. I didn’t even know you wear clothes to bed…”
Oh thank Celestia Applebloom doesn’t know. With a bit more confidence I spoke, “Well Applebloom, ya see I was wearin’ a nightgown. I know I don’t act like a filly much, but sometimes I like to dress up.”
Applebloom looked me dead in the eyes, “Y-You’re lien ain’t ya?”
(Shoot!) With a false smile I turned my head to the side, “Alright… what do you mean?”
Applebloom clapped her hoofs together drawing her own attention away from me, “I-I went into your room and found somethin’…”
I turned my head to the side, “What do you mean Applebloom?”
It’s worth noting that by this point I was making a mental checklist of everything I remembered to throw away. I should be good as long as Applebloom didn’t find my soiled diaper.
I watched as Applebloom blushed reluctantly stepping up on her little hoofs. Her steps were shakey as she moved towards her bed stand. Her head ducked in shame she sat down infront of me with my bottle; it was half filled with milk.
“W-where’d you find that?” I said cranking my head to the side.
Meekly Applebloom spoke, “A-ah found it by your bedside. Ah was going to return it to you when I was done, ah’m sorry!
I smiled warmly wrapping my hoof around her bringing her in tight by my side, “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that Applebloom. I was going to give you that bottle anyway; I found it last night in my closet.”
There’s was a long silence before I broke it with an obvious question. I used my hoof to grace Applebloom’s mane as I held her close by my side, “So tell me Applebloom…” I looked her in the eye, she was blushing like she was ashamed, “Why do y’all want to use a foal’s bottle?”
Applebloom used her front hoofs to cover up her face, “I-I dunno…”
I started gracing her mane a bit gentler, “Now Applebloom, I know you know you’re too old for foal bottles, and I know you know what day it is comin’ up. Y’all care to talk about it?”
Applebloom’s cheeks flared red as she hugged unto my side.
I stood up bringing her to a cradle with one of my arms, “Awh, Applebloom. Let me tuck you in and we’ll talk about it alright?”
Applebloom’s mouth cracked open as she weakly spoke, “C-can we sleep in your room tonight? I-I don’t wanna sleep alone now that I’m thinking about it.”
“About what Applebloom?”
Applebloom closed her eyes, “I-It.”
I didn’t want to stress her any further, so I held her close to my chest and ah let her hold my neck for leverage. I walked her to my room and set her own the bed. I closed the bedroom door shut givin’ her time to get nice and cozy.
“One second Applebloom, I’ll be back.”
I made my way back into Applebloom’s room and grabbed the bottle she dropped on the floor. Making sure not to disrupt my baby sister too much I just snuck to the window side of the bed and crawled into the covers from behind her.
I hugged Scootaloo from behind with one hoof and set the bottle infront of her face with the other.
“No one knows about the bottle other than us right? I suppose you snuck downstairs and got the new milk Big Mac must’ve gotten in market?”
Applebloom nodded.
“Alrighty, well how bout’ we keep it that way alright? It’ll be our little secret, now would you like me to feed you?”
Applebloom tuned her body around and shot her eyes wide open, “H-huh? I-I’m not a foal I just… I just was curious and ah uh…”
I leaned in hugging Applebloom close to my chest, “It’s alright Sugarcube, you just listen to my heartbeat and suck away alright?”
A blush lit Applebloom’s face as she let me guide the bottle’s amber nipple into her mouth.
I felt her hug unto me as I hugged unto her. I remember this moment, my mom used to feed me in bed like this. I don’t know why but I think Applebloom feels the same way I do about our parent’s death.
It doesn’t matter now, all that matters is I help my baby sis through this. Two days is the 9th anniversary of my parent’s death and I think I’m not the only one that remembers that now.
I hug Applebloom extra tight leaning my head in to kiss her on her forhead. Muffled by my chest I hear the distinct sobbing of Applebloom.
The room went silent as the sound of Applebloom’s feeding filled the air. Before I knew it Applebloom let go of the bottle and rested her head against my chest.
Ah ain’t really sure why but I found myself holding my sisters head closer to my chest. All of a sudden Applebloom closed her eyes and fell asleep…