Now and then
I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy
You could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love
And it’s an ache I still remember…
- Gotye
***
Six years ago…
***
It all had felt like a dream up until now. A fairytale. Nopony gets to be this happy, except in books and legends passed down by the generations. It was everything she ever wanted. The pieces fell into place so elegantly, and she felt so lucky that the picture they painted included her.
Something wasn’t the same though. There was a layer of dust clouding things, and it all seemed to turn towards some sort of nightmare. She was lost in a labyrinth where every choice and turn she made led to the same inevitable end. Confused. Lost. Forsaken.
Alone.
Applejack had locked herself in the bathroom. She had no reason to do so. She was the only one in the house after all, but Celestia forbid that somepony find her in her weakest hour. Every breath she took seemed heavy and pained. She looked no different than after a long day’s work in the fields, but this was not the case. Her exhaustion was the result of another day spent in self-pity and tears.
She looked in the mirror, hardly recognizing the stranger staring back at her. She silently asked what she had done to herself, and why this had to happen to her. She was scared, and all she wanted was the one pony who could make her feel better. At the same time, that was what she feared most of all right now. She knew that hiding would get her nowhere, but it was the closest thing to safety she could find right now.
She kept telling herself the same thing over and over again. ‘This is all Gran’s fault,’ echoed the voice in her head. Denial was getting her nowhere. Granny Smith had passed several months ago. Applejack knew the nagging voice inside her head wasn’t that of her elder, but her own creation instead. She had been haunted for months by what she thought for sure were the wishes and last requests of her grandmare, but it was just her subconscious harassing her, using Granny Smith’s voice to tug at Applejack’s heart.
Somewhere, there was a part of Applejack that knew this the entire time. Her grandmare was a stern, wise pony, but she would have never said such hurtful things to Applejack. Applejack was simply beating herself up emotionally. Perhaps it was simply because of her grandmare’s passing, or it could have been her resistance to give Granny Smith full disclosure before she went to sleep for the last time. Applejack continued to stare into the reflection, browsing the options for an answer that would provide no solace. Thoughts and accusations flew through her mind at a mile a minute. She thought she wasn’t normal; that she didn’t deserve love.
‘Love?’ It was all she ever wanted. Apples, sunshine, love. It all seemed so simple to her, but somewhere it had all gone horribly wrong. She knew how lucky she was to have been born with all three. Sweet Apple Acres seemed to have been built to make her happy. She had found solace in the rewards of hard work, family, and community. It had been everything to her for so long, but one day it stopped being enough. Ponies came from miles around to admire the fruits of her labor, but that didn’t fill her void. Applejack would find herself distracted while bucking the expanse of trees, her eyes fixated on the hills leading into town. She had kept hoping that the day would come when somepony came over those hills to see her, and not her work.
Applejack’s hoof was shaking as she turned the faucet, releasing a steady of flow of cold water into the porcelain bowl beneath her. She pulled her face towards the bowl and splashed cold water onto the flushed skin of her face. She returned her gaze to the reflection in the mirror, and without her trademark hat, she looked as naked and unrecognizable as she felt inside. It was impossible to discern which of the droplets in her reflection were made of sweat, and which were made of cold water that had failed to wash away the pain. Her eyes tracked down towards the puddle forming in the sink. A distorted reflection of herself stared back at her, disturbed by ripples emanating from the constant flow of the faucet. The image in the sink captured the Applejack that she had as of late come to recognize as her true self, and the sight infuriated her. She pounded her hooves into the liquid mirror, in a futile attempt to destroy the intruder. The water did little to slow her punches from the collision against the porcelain, and after a few punches she fell backwards against the wall. Her body slowly slid down until her flank rested against the cold floor. She looked at her hooves, the orange fur tinted red with blood, colors of the fire that raged inside her.
Applejack wasn’t sure how to feel when she finally found the love she had been searching for. She had wanted to buck herself and see if she would wake up from some sort of dream. For her, love felt like a thick blanket on a cold winter night. It was a hot swallow of cider that spread from her throat to every inch of her thick hide. It made her feel weak and stupid, and she couldn’t care less. From that point on, it seemed like every day was the first morning of spring. Life was full of color, and the sun seemed to shine just for her. It wasn’t like anything she had ever heard about. It was better, because it was happening to her.
It was Granny Smith’s declining health that changed all that, and that wasn’t her fault. Nopony can fault another for growing old and frail, but watching this happen made Applejack question her motives and her reason for being. All the meaning she had found in life suddenly seemed petty to her. She told herself it wasn’t fair, but it wasn’t changing. Granny wasn’t getting better, and with each breath she inched towards a light unseen.
Applejack was broken when her family laid Granny to rest. It was a small procession, and as the hours passed, the numbers dwindled. Big Mac had been the first of the family to leave the proceedings, with Fluttershy in tow. He had been solemn the entire day, and quiet, even by his standards. He set his wheat sprig atop the stone monument and hugged his youngest sibling before leaving. He only stopped to look at Applejack for a moment, the bond between the two requiring no words or actions to communicate the sorrow and sympathy they conveyed for each other. His legs seemed to have trouble holding up his frame as he wandered off to someplace that was anywhere but there.
Apple Bloom fared no better. She held a hoof to the monument, and the cold stone sapped her strength. Her sobbing could be heard for miles around, and she would have laid there next to the monument forever if Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle hadn’t carried her off towards home.
Applejack remained there a while longer, her love close at her side. At that moment though, Applejack felt like the pony next to her was miles away. She was broken. Her entire body shook and she couldn’t gather a single thought together. Her life felt void and null. She felt like she had let her grandmare down. She felt that her failure to tell her was the greatest mistake of her life.
And then, she felt she had to make it up to her.
Applejack began to descend into a darkness that consumed her. She was possessed by selfish thoughts, and was unsure what she could do to remedy them. She thought about what Granny Smith had wanted for her. The only answers she kept finding led her back to the farm.
For several weeks, she had found herself wide awake before morning. She would climb to the top of the barn and watch the changing of the guard in the sky. As the light emerged to reveal just how expansive the family land was, she wondered what the future held for the farm. She knew that one day, she would be like her grandmare, and there wasn’t anything that could change that. She became scared. She had dedicated her life to this farm, just as her grandmare did before her. Applejack thought about what would happen to the farm once she was gone, and the uncertainty consumed her every thought. Apple Bloom’s calling was sure to take her away from the farm, and it was unknown if it would ever lead her back. As for Big Mac, as happy as she was to see him head over hooves, she feared the unlikelihood of Fluttershy being able to bear offspring that could handle the strength and dedication the farm required.
As she lay on the bathroom floor, Applejack wondered how she could possibly have been so foolish. She had made a mistake. She had misjudged all her feelings, and her honesty was getting the best of her. She pulled herself up and over the edge of the bathtub, and turned on the shower to try and wash away the blood on her hooves as well as the regret that loomed over her. Her long mane draped around her frame as it grew damp and hung heavy on her. The blood and sweat rinsed away with ease, but as her hooves graced her abdomen, her body became overcome with the shaking and twitching of her muscles and she collapsed.
‘It was a mistake. I know that now, so why must you remind me?’
Life and time had refused to halt after Granny Smith’s passing, and as Applejack tried to catch up with her work, her love and her emotions, she grew apart from those around her. All she lived for at that time was her fear of a bleak future for Sweet Apple Acres. All she knew for certain was if she let that happen, then she would have truly failed her grandmare. Her love was far away, distant not just from Applejack pushing her away, but separated by distance as well. Applejack hated waiting for her love to return, even though it had done nothing to quell her pain thus far.
Applejack had wandered away from the farm for a while, and that was when it happened. She didn’t know the pegasus in the slightest, but even as he hovered, he could tell that Applejack seemed lower to the ground than the other earth ponies. By now, Applejack could barely remember what he looked like, but the clouded memory still haunted her as she stood under the water trying to scrub it away. That nagging voice inside her had told her to go for it, and she foolishly gave in.
As the pain rocked through her body, she could feel how out of place her body felt. Applejack had always been toned by her hard work, but as her hoof graced her abdomen, she felt supple and weak. It was as if all her guilt and emotions had manifested themselves into a tumor that festered within her, pulling her apart and feeding off her.
That was why she had sequestered herself in the bathroom in the first place. The guilt had reached its apex, and she knew today was when her world was going to descend deeper than she could imagine. She was thinking clearly again for the first time in months, but that didn’t change the fact that she was now being forced to live with her mistakes and indiscretions.
As Applejack shut off the shower, she could hear the front door to the farmhouse open, and the soft sound of the hoofsteps could only belong to one pony. Applejack’s heart sank even lower as the moment she feared quickly approached. She took a final, prolonged look at her reflection. She wondered if she could just keep up the charade a little longer. The truth was too hard for her to face, but it was going to come out today whether she was ready or not. She had never looked so frail in all her life. She felt like the slightest breeze could shatter every bone in her body, and at this point she wouldn’t care if that happened.
There was a rapping against the door, and a voice she had heard a thousand times prior inquired if Applejack was inside. She nervously told her love she’d be out in a minute, barely remembering to welcome her beloved back home from their journey. Applejack made a feeble attempt at conversation as she readied herself to face her fears. She asked about the event that had called her love away for the last few weeks. She heard a response, but wasn’t listening at all, offering back pathetic ‘yeas’ and ‘nays’ whenever she thought she should.
Applejack could hear the hoofsteps go back downstairs, and still she stood in the bathroom contemplating her attack plan. She didn’t have the slightest clue how to approach this. It had been scaring her for weeks, but in all that time she hadn’t thought of a single way to approach the situation. She bandaged her injured hooves and slowed her breathing to a crawl.
The seconds moved like hours as Applejack opened the door and made her way downstairs. Each step sent stinging pain up her legs, as the still-fresh wounds on her hooves winced from the pressure of her weight. The pain resounded throughout her body, but Applejack could barely notice. By this point, pain was all she knew, and she had become numb to it.
At the bottom of the stairs, Applejack could make out bits and pieces of her lover peeking out from the outline of the couch. Applejack came around the back of the couch towards the empty side and set herself down next to the object of her affection. She laid there silent for as long as she could, trying to enjoy what little peace she could have next to the pony before she ruined everything.
The other pony sorted through stacks of mail that had arrived during the sabbatical. The pony took little notice to the farm pony that was lying across the couch, as they had hundreds of times before, but before long the pony noticed the bandages around Applejacks hooves. The mail fell to the floor as Applejack’s love grabbed one of the bandaged hooves and asked what had transpired and the state of Applejack’s wound.
Applejack pulled her hoof towards her and out of her love’s grasp. She didn’t feel the pain, but felt too guilty to be worthy of her lover’s touch. As Applejack faced the pony, she could see a look of concern on their face, and Applejack quickly turned her face away from their gaze. Those eyes. She was unworthy of being looked on by those eyes. This was supposed to be the pony Applejack would spend the rest of her life with, and she had thrown it all away.
The pony opposite Applejack became worried, and demanded to know what was bothering Applejack. Applejack was normally so happy to see her love return home after these long trips, and her behavior was more than unusual, even though Applejack had acted strange ever since Granny Smith’s death.
The words left Applejack’s mouth without hesitation. She couldn’t even look at the pony as she told the truth, or at least as close as she could come. She didn’t ‘think’ she was pregnant, she knew full well a foal was gestating inside her. Everything grew silent as she said those words, and she waited for the inevitable. Outside, the birds stopped singing, the flow of the rivers grew silent, and the breeze stilled itself. The only sound Applejack could hear was inside her head saying, ‘This is it.’
For the first time in weeks, Applejack felt pain again. There was no numbness present as the hoof connected with the side of her face. The smack of hoof on flesh echoed around the house. The pony across Applejack exerted heavy breaths, their heaving chest barely able to contain all the anger felt in that moment. Applejack slowly pulled one of her injured hooves to where the slap had connected. She tasted salt and iron; tears and blood. She said nothing. She didn’t retaliate. She welcomed the hatred that she felt she deserved.
As Applejack turned to face her love, she caught a glimpse of flank galloping out the door. The door slammed shut and a frame on the fireplace mantle came crashing down with a harsh shatter, obscuring the captured image of a time when they could tell each other anything.
Just like that, she was scorned. Isolated. Abandoned.
Alone.
Except for the sound of a heartbeat that wasn’t her own.
***
Within the farmhouse, the shelves near the fireplace were lined with scrapbooks. In this household, family was everything, and Applejack was raised to learn that a family is built not on the whole of its members, but on the memories they build together. She had taken it upon herself years ago to catalog the journeys of her life, lest they be lost to the sands of time. At the time she had compiled them, Applejack wasn’t sure the purpose they would hold, but it seemed a good way to pass the time during the downtime of the long winters in Ponyville.
Dozens of scrapbooks had been started and completed, and many more started and unfinished. These shelves were a testament to the farmer’s short and difficult journey through life. Applejack approached a shelf and pulled a book down. The tales in the books ranged from adventures and parties to greetings and goodbyes. There were books that catalogued the various harvests of Sweet Apple Acres going back twenty years. Some told the stories of the elements, as could only be told by the element of honesty. There was one that held copies of Applejack’s correspondences with Celestia during her youth. Another held pictures of Winter Wrap-Ups and Running of the Leaves from past and present.
The book in Applejack’s hooves was not like those scrapbooks. None of the books on the shelves stood out in any particular fashion. They all were wrapped in the same backing, and none of them varied in size by a noticeable amount. The only way to notice this book was to look at it as it stood on the shelf next to all the other books. Applejack had made many scrapbooks over the years, but most had sat on the shelf, never being called upon by anypony to be browsed or reviewed. A thick layer of dust covered many of the older projects in the collection. The book Applejack pulled down was pristine. It was older than many of the books in the collection, but the many times she had perused it prevented it from gaining any sense of age, although some of the edges had been worn down from Applejacks occasional haphazardness.
This book was different. It had called to her many nights before, and she had always answered. The younger Applejack that stared back at her in the photos looked like to a stranger to her. She was in every single photo in the book, and she looked so happy. In most of the photos, it seemed that Applejack took no heed for the camera pointed at her, instead having her eyes fixated on the pony next to her. Tears welled up in Applejack’s eyes as she recalled each and every memory that lay imprisoned within the pages of the book. She held a hoof to her mouth to muffle her cries, embarrassed that she might wake Twilight or the fillies sleeping upstairs.
The layout of the book was awkward, and as she browsed the pages the pictures grew faded with age. The ponies in the pictures grew younger on each page, but still looked at each other with the same longing in each other’s eyes. A desire that burned strong from the beginning. Only in one photo could the duo be seen locked in embrace. Even though it was off-center and poorly lit, the lens had captured the pair entranced with their lips locked and hooves wrapped around each other. The true subjects of the photo smiled in the center unaware of the passion emanating from the nearby lovers, and almost anypony looking at the photo would notice the detail in the background and laugh it off as the drunken antics of ponies at a party, but it was so much more than what the photograph revealed. It was that moment that sparked a fire which to this day burned inside Applejack, stronger than the fire that illuminated the photograph on the page.
A soft, tired voice came from the top of the stairs. “Auntie A.J.? Why are you still awake?”
Applejack slammed the book shut and tried to hide it against her side. She fumbled as she spoke, “Apple Bushel? What in the hay are yah’ doin’ out of bed lil’ filly?”
Apple Bushel stumbled towards Applejack, still half asleep. “I had a nightmare. I jus’ came down for a glass of water.”
Applejack welled up with emotion as she looked into the emerald eyes of the filly. There were dusty scrapbooks on the shelves of another filly that looked just the same at one time, except for the wings that sprouted from Bushel’s hide. It was those eyes that caught Applejack’s attention though. Applejack didn’t realize she was speaking aloud as she said, “Of all ah have to give yah’, yah’ had to get mah’ eyes.”
Still sleepy, the filly didn’t take notice of what Applejack had said. “What was that, Auntie A.J.?” she said as she yawned.
“Nothin’ sugah’cube. Let’s get you that water.” The two went to the kitchen, and returned with glasses in tow to lie next to the dwindling fire.
Applejack had left the book lying on stones in front of the hearth, and Apple Bushel took notice of the detail. “What’s this, Auntie A.J.?” she said as she tried to take a peek at the book.
Applejack swiped the book from the young pegasus before she could get a good look at it. “Just one of mah’ scrapbooks.” She placed the book back in its place on the shelf, her hoof gently caressing her hoofwriting along the spine that read ‘Rarity & Me’. She lay down next to Apple Bushel as she tried to explain. “Ah was just thinking about somepony ah used tah’ know.”
“Like Twilight?”
“No sugah’cube. Not like Twilight,” Applejack said with a faint smile.
“Then what do you mean?” the filly said, her voice a mix of confusion and exhaustion.
Applejack thought for a moment about a way to say it to her, but gave up quickly. “Ah’ll tell yah’ when you’re older.”
The fire uttered its last breath and the room became draped with darkness, accented by the illumination of the moon. Apple Bushel was too tired to complain about Applejack’s lack of an answer and scooted closer to her, resting her head against Applejack’s side. “Auntie A.J.?” she forced through a final yawn.
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
Applejack wrapped a hoof around the small pegasus as the two shut their eyes to sleep. “Ah love you too, Lil’ Bushel.”
DAAAAWWW
792585
Did you really read through it that quick? I'm impressed
792591 that i did and i found out that applebushel is applejacks daughter i'm a fast reader
792595
Well I'm glad I made someone dawwww. I didn't want the chapter to be all bawwww. Next one will though....
792609
I"m able to read the last harry potter book in a day
I really hate being right.
792615
I mean, I'm able to read fast. I just usually don't. I like the time I spend with a book.
792632
You're not right yet.... you'll see...
Also, sorry I let you down there. I know you're a Sparity fan, but trust me, Spike will be there
792655
You're a sick pony....
And I love it.
If you like dirty jokes, I edited this out, but Celestia's letter originally told her to return to her old "clopping grounds"
792635 I read fast and am still able to retain what i read, its awesome
Whoa damn, this... changes things.
I take back what I said earlier, no offence intended. I'm glad I stuck with it
Except for the sound of a heartbeat that wasn’t her own. *jaw drops to the floor*
“Ah love you too, Lil’ Bushel.” No...
“Of all ah have to give yah’, yah’ had to get mah’ eyes.” ...
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ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! BUT THEN WHAT ABOUT FLU- What about...
*entire theory with Rarity falls apart*
No wait! *remembers 'Two is company, three's a crowd'* There's still a chance!
But if it was Applejack and Rarity, it wouldn't make sense if Bushel is a pegasus... DAMN YOU PONY-GENETICS!
PonIver: "There's more to this story than you might think."
Me: "I totally agree!"
-Glassed
Okay, I return. I hate this pair so very much and it's such a crack ship and no one seems to see it. I've come this far and I ain't no quiter, but my mood has been soured for a bit. My punching bag has a few new red stains on it too. Lucky me I held back, I could do without having to replace it. Anyways keep up the good work. I'm gonna go dip my hands in peroxide and bandage um. Don't wanna get a infection or something after all.
Dammit, so It IS Rarity. Damn you Dash, you should've made a move
hrmph, I'll just deal with it because the chapter is still awesome, doesn't matter how you look at it...
Damn you making me like a chapter with RariJack
*sigh* RariJack huh well good chapter i guess even though I hate this pair with a passion. But still personal gripes aside it still a very good chapter and can't wait to see what's next.
792749 Applejack cheated on her with a male Pegasus; that's why they're no longer together.
792800 ...Why the hell didn't I think of that?! My theory is still valid!
Though, wonder why Fluttershy is the 'mother' of Bushel. Avoiding a scandal perhaps?
-Glassed
792749
Well I'll get the details on that later, but yes she was RAISED by Fluttershy and Big Mac. A filly should have proper parents.
And why do you think Rarity slapped her and ran when Applejack broke the news of her pregnancy? It obviously wasn't hers...
792758
Awww I know it's kind of a crack ship, but I needed some interesting Applejack material. I like to think that since I let Fluttershy and Big Mac attract, I'd go for an opposites attract thing. Please don't hate me...
792764
I want to make everyone love all ships
792831
About making everyone love all ships..... Son, I'm sorry to break it to you but you have no chance in pony hell... Or any where for that matter.
792609 I thought Apple Bushel was Fluttershy's daughter.
Never been a fan of RariJack. But the chapter was really well done. Now it kinda answers about Sweetie Belle not showing up. Rarity is probably ordering her not to go anywhere near Sweet Apple Acres now.
792831 You... you just admitted it. It was Rarity! *does victory dance* I CALLED IT! I FREAKING CALLED IT!
Now to find out who she was unfaithful with. Hey wait a minute... Twilight was right! It was Applejack's foal! Holy moley!
Oh well. Hmm, color scheme is similar to AJ, just shorter mane. Doesn't help much in finding a father.
(I was mentioning Two is company, three's a crowd because of the ability to get pregnant from unicorns mares as well. You could have done something similar perhaps.)
-Glassed
792865 whoever she has been unfaithful with was a male pegasus.
792887 Yeah, I can figure as much. I was trying to go with color scheme/design to figure out who it might have been.
-Glassed
792865
I thought the scrapbook at the end revealed it. Did you need my help with that? And it doesn't matter who she was unfaithful with, it's supposed to be some random pegasus.
792852
More details in upcoming chapters on that, but she was raised by Fluttershy and Big Mac. Fluttershy wouldn't have admitted the truth with Apple Bushel in the room anyway....
792923
I didn't even realize I did that.... but sure whatever
792926 OK, random pegasus. Fair enough, I can see the reasoning.
Now, how would one get to the conclusion that it would be Rarity? It could be just about anypony.
-Glassed
792936
Oh, it TOTALLY is. And yeah that whole album is GOLD
792951
She is looking through a scrapbook of her another pony at the end. There's a whole paragraph describing the ponies kissing passionately. The spine on the scrapbook reads "Rarity & Me"
I know I left it kinda mysterious until the end, but was I unclear? I don't want people to be too confused when reading it...
792951
Process of elimination of ponies within the mane six RD is a shut in, Pinky is the mayor, Flutters is taken, and Twilight has been gone for ten years so that only leaves Rarity
792978 Well think in this direction: It might not have been one of the mane six.
It might not even have been Rarity in those pictures... (which is was apparently considering PonIver's words.)
-Glassed
792831 ... Nope, still mad. What can I say, "it's nice to see that even though Spike is never given a chance in hell, Applejack who has nothing in common with Rarity and who would need Rarity to devote herself to the farm and give up her passion for fashion is the perfect match. Why can't she just see that and forgive Applejack for cheating on her, it was a moment of weakness." Nope not gonna lie
I love the work mate, I really do, but I wish you had just paired Rarity with no one and used her job as an excuse. Honestly with the exception of Blue Blood and Rarity. Worst. Possible. Ship.
It also means I have to read through a chapter of Rarity explaining everything to Twilight. I should get more bandages for my elbows.
792990
Good point I just really couldn't think of any mares that are frequently shipped with applejack outside of the mane six
793001
Who said it was the perfect match? They're not together anymore...
And you still have no idea what happened to Rarity
Her story goes deeper than "Applejack and I were together and it didn't work"
That would be lame. She'll get more than that
And the whole Rarijack idea came later. I had decided on Rarity's story early on, but as the story progressed I was stuck on what to do for Applejack, and I when I thought about Rarity's story line, this kind of fit.
Also to be fair, while I hate no ships in particular, I'm not a fan of Sparity lol. Mostly because I can't get over the fact that in my mind Rarity is like 20 and he is like 8
793023
This glue was made by magic.... horse magic....
792990
Sorry I made you so confused... I know this chapter offers some answers but the rest have to come later...
793078 Oh no, I like confused. Makes me think of stuff.
-Glassed
793078 I had wondered about that when you said you had Rainbow Dash's and Rarity's stories figured out right away, but not A.J.'s. It's one of the reasons I assumed I was wrong initially, other then I really wanted to be.
I'm not saying you did, I just can't pretend like I can stand them. But you have put yourself into a corner now where you can't ignore it, and Twilight is going to have to take some course of action to resolve the issue.
I still have one other idea for how Rarity's chapter is going to go. It's kind of tragic though.
It's not helping either that Spike is most likely gonna get fucked over again.
793141
BTW, I still like your stories if I'm not a Sparity fan
Oh, I it's fine if you hate the pairing, and I completely understand why you do.
793165 I kinda figured that out a while ago to be fair man. It's about the emotion behind things that drive a story. So even though I hate this "twist" like I said, still love the story.
... My mood still sucks though but it seems to be improving. Maybe finishing some writing will get me over the hump.
Hmmmmm... interesting.
I am officially hooked on this story. I was anxious enough to find out who Applejack's lover was, and now I'm even more anxious to find out who got her and how she got pregnant. But I'm a bit confused. If Applejack was pregnant--WHY MUST YOU CLIFFHANG US?! IS APPLE BUSHEL REALLY FLUTTERSHY'S AND MAC'S DAUGHTER? IS SOMEONE TRANSGENDER? I DON'T KNOW, BUT FINISH THIS STORY SOON!
793078
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793309
Um....just....wow....transgender pony? I didn't think I'd confuse so many people with Applejack and Apple Bushel's relationship lol
793295
Sorry I upset you so much buddy. You've been so supportive since the beginning and your feedback has meant a lot.
793393
Nobody ever says sharks...
Also...WOO! 1000 hits! Meesa happy
793495 Do what I do and blame Ven for taking to long to edit! All good, I knew from the start when you had Twilight describe Spike's relationship as somewhat obsessive and creepy the win for me wasn't there. Still I could tell the story was going to be good, and so I continued thankfully. I just need to brain bleach this chapter from my mind.
Honestly, some people seem to think I only read Sparity stuff cause it's all I've written and I'm the contributor for the Sparity group. I find them funny.
You deserve a cutie mark in making me feel sad but you know what ..... I want moar !!!!!!!
793542
I never thought you only read that....it's just all you write lol
They are funny, but I'm still creeped out by that pairing.
And really? Bleach the chapter out? The ending didn't do anything to make up the difference? Oh and you should at least be happy they're no longer together.
793597
THEN MOAR YOU SHALL GET
Beautiful, truly beautiful. This is almost as good as allgraaza. Keep up the good work Also soooo called it.
793611 Lol I said some people, not you mate It was more of an agreement that even though you might not necessarily like a ship if the fics good you'll still read it. I will not however ever read a Blueblood x Rarity fic EVER.
The ending was very... sad. I mean it was sweet but the pretense that he's hiding the truth from her daughter is sad. It was a twist!
And sad ponies don't make me happy, they make me... well not sad cause I'm heartless bastard but I sympathize. She's lost the only person she really loved romantically apparently, there's no happiness to be found there.
I don't post gifs or I'd totally have a Spike rape face pic for this moment!
Another fic added to favorites.
This one really intrigues me. It runs like a real episode, but contains the emotion of a well written drama. (Something that I honestly would not be surprised to see in the later parts of the show)
While others are frightened of Pinkie, I love her heightened antics, and her logic. What the buck is she smoking? Where can I get some?
Rainbow Dash's story is indeed tragic, but I'm sensing something good for her future. It is impossible to just leave it at her being in her beaten, crippled state forever. (Especially now that Twilight, aka, the MOST POWERFUL UNICORN IN ALL OF EQUESTRIA is back. Surely she has something in those spellbooks like she said)
Applejack's history really touched me. I really want to see this lover and why he (or on the offchance it's a she) abandoned her because she was pregnant. Apple Bushel is Applejack's daughter, which I actually suspected reading a ways back. Really sad story nonetheless. Poor AJ.
Something happened with Rarity and Sweetie Bell. Jealousy perhaps? Maybe Sweetie found her singing career, used Rarity for her outfits but then grew apart and far outshined Rarity in glamour, talent, and beauty. Rarity's jealous nature took hold and something happened that they both regret?
So many questions. I await your next chapter good sir.
wait, applejack is a lesbian?
"Her love was far away, distant not just from Applejack pushing her away"
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oh, yeah. rewatch the show, you'll see what I mean.
794026 Torturing people without getting payed is to much effort. The disposal alone is just a pain.
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Oh darn it. I tried so hard to keep it ambiguous until the reveal at the end of the chapter. Oh well, I'm not perfect, and most people had already figured it out anyway.
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Thanks a lot! Oh an reread the end of chapter 6 again carefully. That scrapbook she's reading answers a few of your questions.
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Sounds like you learned that from experience... I am officially scared of you now
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Thanks a lot! I knew this chapter would get mixed reviews but I tried to keep it as tolerable as possible. What's allgraaza?
794080 Well that makes you smarter then a lot of people. At least at first.