//------------------------------// // Part 1: Applejack // Story: A Victor's Kiss // by Fifty Shades of Yellow //------------------------------// First up is Applejack. Traveling there isn’t much of a problem, but the house is. That place is ginormous. It makes your average sized home look like an apartment. You visited everyone’s house once in a while, but hardly entered her home. From your point of view, looks like a western themed mansion. ”Howdy! Brush your feet and come on in!” You wipe your shoes on the outside mat and walk inside. The lighting is mostly done from the outside, even when there is an insane amount of lamps in each room. You’ve heard all the insane rumors about this place. Big enough to house a Mexican family, three dungeons are hidden below, and the backyard is the length of a football field. You’ve only viewed seven rooms, at max. There is the living room, her room, the living room, two bathrooms, Big Mac’s room, and accidentally entered Apple Blooms room. That was from a misunderstanding on where the bathroom was. Silly you, since it was the doorway across from Apple Bloom. ”Come on! Let’s not waste the day standin’ here.” She says while leading you to the staircase. The second floor is supported by bark free logs. Smooth and smell freshly sanded, as if they just came out of a factory. The two of you walk up the staircase and enter a familiar hallway. A few of these doors you are already known what’s behind them. The rest are still a mystery. She goes down and pulls on the cord to open up the hatch to the attic. The latter slides down and stops a few feet away off the ground. She grabs on and starts to ascend. ”Well? Come on! You’re not gonna do any use if you’re just gonna stand there.” As she gets higher, you grab on and climb. From what you are looking at is a dark entrance to the attic and some nice form-fitting fabric covering AJ's rear. ”I hope ya aren’t lookin’ where you don’t need to down there.” You keep your eyes forward and continue on climbing. Once you’re up, there are a few chests, crates, and some vintage luggage scattered around the poorly lit room. ”Alright, all we’re doing today is organizing these into where they need to belong. Crates stay on one side, the chests in the center and the rest in another corner. And head my warning, don’t open any of them up, you follow that?” You nod. ”Good to know that we understand each other.” For what has felt like an entire day has gone by, it’s only been three hours. Hey, you can do the heavy lifting, but you are doing it repeatedly and pushing most of this to the side. Just this last chest you need to move and that will be it. ”Ya got it? One, two, three.” You list and move to your left, tripping over another chest that you tried to move over. ”Gosh darnit Anon!” The chest you were carrying falls down and the lid swings open, dropping its containments. You get up and look at the mess you’ve made. It’s… a bunch of toys, a photo album, and a small cowgirl outfit. Off on the side is a hat that looks like the one that she is wearing, but designed for a child. ”Uhh, j-just look away, I can handle this one by myself.” You ignore her order and grab a plastic revolver. ”C’mon now, just leave it.” She pleas. You rotate it around and examine it. “I used to have one of these when I was a kid.” She takes it away and throws it in the chest. ”Yeah, that’s nice. Can we just finish this already?” You ask what’s wrong with helping her clean up. ”I just don’t like it when people look at how silly I was back then.” She grabs the photo album and skimps through the pages. ”Take a look for yourself.” You see a much younger AJ in the same outfit that is on the ground. She is wielding the fake revolver, while running around with a pup. In the background is a few apple trees, with just the open sky and small hilltops. ”It’s not really something that I want to leak out of this room.” “We’ve all been kids at one point. Besides, you look cute in this.” She tilts her hat with one hand while taking the album away from you with the other. ”Just, don’t tell anyone else, alright?” She puts it in the chest, while grabbing the rest and carelessly tosses everything inside. “What’s the big deal?” She stops to look at you. ”I want everyone to know that I’ve always been who I am now.” “And that would be?” “A serious woman without a hint of a childlike manner in her life.” She closes the chest and sits on it. You take a seat right beside her. “Cheer up. Look, if it means that badly to you, then I’ll keep it as a secret.” Applejack straightens her hat out and looks at you. ”I know that this all sounds ridiculous, but, it’s just how I wanted to be viewed as to the rest. I know that I sound like a stick in the sand for saying this.” “Forget about it. It won’t leak out of this room. If you want to stay like this, then that’s all on you.” She has a bright smile that almost seems contagious. Her eyes look off to the side, while her hand moves over your own hand. You start to lean in, but realize what you are doing. “Hey, it’s kind of getting late. Let’s get this with the rest and call it a day.” You get up and grab the side of the chest. ”Yeah, sure.” She wistfully says.