//------------------------------// // Family Story #1 // Story: The Romantic Mare // by OroKinAu //------------------------------// The music blared in the stereo as a filly danced around in her pink room and sang along with the song. "My secret combination is a mystery for you!~" she sang as she wiggled her rump so her tail could spin around. "Use your imagination, I'm not easy but I'm true!~" she climbed on the bed and began to dance and bounce on it. "I love you Kalomira!" she squealed with glee. "Macoun, mommy needs your help outsid-" Trend was interrupted by the sight of his daughter dancing sexy on her bed. "MACOUN!" he yelled as he quickly used his magic to turn off the stereo. The filly looked around with confusion from the sudden silence. "Huh? What?" she turned to see her dad at the doorway. "Your mother needs your help outside." Trend sternly exclaimed. "Now!" "Yes daddy." she said before she quickly ran out to save her further embarrassment. She grabbed her favorite red bandanna before she ran outside. She galloped out to the orchid to see her mother bucking some of the apple trees. "What is it mommy?" "'bout time ya got here, ah need all the help ah can get." her mother explained. "Ah need ya to help me haul all of those baskets into the barn so ya can help me sort them." she instructed. "Yes mommy." Macoun agreed. Inside, Trend was in the study doing the farm finances. "Oh, I hope we get a good harvest this time, it's getting harder each year from all this increased competition." he sighed. Outside, Macoun carried a basket filled to the brim with apples into the barn. She looked down to see that her hooves chipped. "Oh darn, I just got these fixed yesterday at the spa." she may be a farmer girl, but she loved to look perfect. Applejack chuckled. "Ya, and yer girly ways, ah have no idea where ya got that from." "But mommy, you know it is my dream to be a noble lady of the court." the filly began to fantasize. She pictured herself at a grand ball, wearing a fancy gown, dancing with a mysterious stallion prince. "It would be wonderful, a farmer girl and her perfect prince." she began to waltz around the barn, much to Applejack's bemusement. "Princess Macoun and her Prince Charming, the debutante ball king and queen!" she squealed with girlish joy. Her mother suddenly grabbed her to snap her out. "Save the fantasizin' for after chores." she sternly explained to her only daughter. The filly sighed. "Yes mommy." At another part of Sweet Apple Acres, in the clubhouse, Cortland and his two friends were reading a magazine. "Oh wow look at that beauty!" pointed one of the colts. "Now there's something I want to ride forever." "I know, she's very powerful too." agreed Cortland. Cortland and his friends were looking through a magazine about trains and model trains. "Oh wow, look at the model town, it's the most beautiful G-scale town I have ever seen." "I wish my model rail town was like that." Cortland sighed. The colt's ears perked up when they heard a bell in the distance, the bell could only symbolize on thing; "DINNER!" exclaimed Cortland. "Got to go guys, see ya tomorrow!" he ran off leaving his two friends behind. Both Applejack and Macoun calmly walked into the dinning room as Trenderhoof rang the dinner bell. Cortland ran in through the back door in the kitchen. "Save some for me!" exclaimed the colt as he sat down at the table with his parents and sister. Dinner was already served on everyone's plate. "Oh wow, I love savory apple dishes!" cheered the colt. "Mommy..." whined Macoun. "you know I can't eat apples...I break out in hives when I do..." she confessed with worry. "Don't worry my princess," assured her father. "I made the exact same dish but without the apples." he served it to her. "Thanks daddy." she smiled. Applejack looked on with worry, it pained her to know that despite being an apple, Macoun could not eat them. Something that never happened before in apple family history. Macoun suddenly gave an extremely powerful belch, much to the filly's embarrassment. "Hehe...excuse me." Everyone just laughs. "That's my girl." laughed Applejack. That night, Trend was in the shower as Applejack brushed her untied mane at the dresser. "Ah worry about Macoun sometimes Trend..." began the mare. "Our entire livelihoods revolve around apples and she can't eat them without breakin' into hives and suffocatin'" Trenderhoof stepped out of the shower, he used his magic to dry his mane with a towel. "Calm down hun, our little Macoun is handling her condition well despite the circumstances." he walked into the room to put on his night shirt. "It just hurts that my only daughter can't participate in some of my families traditions." she explained, hurt. "No apple pie eatin' contests, no apple cider drinkin' contests, she can't eat most of the foods traditionally eaten in the apple family reunion." she continued. "It's sad..." "Her condition doesn't make her less of an apple." the husband explained. "You spent 26 hours in labor, naturally and without drugs to give birth to our precious foals, you are not a quitter, I know you, don't give up hope now." "The only reason ah refused the pain killers was because ah distrust doctors." she explained with a sigh. "I know...I know..." he chuckled. He kisses the mare's forehead. "You're my silly stubborn country mare, and I love it." he joked. Applejack gave a small smile from the compliment. "Ah'm trying not to worry, really am, but that comes with bein' a parent and all." "Tell me about it hun." he agreed before he got on the bed. "And don't worry, I'll take the foals to school in the morning, you just relax." he said as he started to dose off. Applejack just smiled at the sight of her husband falling asleep. "Ah swear ya like sleepin' more than me sometimes." she laughed to herself. She got on the bed next to the stallion, tucked herself in and curled up against him. "Good night my silly city slicker." she joked before she herself fell asleep. Tomorrow was another day.