Arcadia

by Sir Alexander Wolfgang

Unexpected Climax

If a blade were present one could cut the silence with a knife. Save for Twilights heart, and Fluttershys, frantic babbling for intervention. She had not yet realized the possibility of being shot was now extinguished. Fluttershy was hugging Twilight with crushing tightness, her tears dampening the collar of Twilights shirt. Twilight whispered in to her ear, hoping to calm her. As usual, it didn't work. Spike stood up, keeping one eye on the towering man with the rifle, still wary of these farmers.

"I-I'm sorry, y'all. I thought it wan one of them damn tribal's, come to wipe us out," the woman stepped into the dirt, barefoot, to help the violet haired one, and the pink haired one.

"Just 'one', of them damn tribal's?" Spike said, pausing the brushing off, of his jacket.

"Yeah," she took Twilights hand to help her up, Fluttershy still clinging to her,"They some mean bastards, I tell ya', them Myca-what-ever-an's."

Spike, nodded, turning his gaze back to the behemoth, before him.

The man was nearing eight foot easily, now that Spike focus wasn't on the gun her held, it was clearto see his abnormal height.

"Uhh, hello," Spike waved his hand slightly.

The man stood solemn like a statue.

Spike looked from left, to right, shrugging, "Can you talk?"

He still stood there, only one eye to be seen.

"I guess not." Spike turned back to the blonde haired woman.

She had, had strange luck, prying the anxiety ridden Fluttershy from, Twilight. Normally if Fluttershy was that scared there was nothing you could do about it, one of the main reasons Spike didn't want her to come at all. That, and Fluttershy had a strange comfort around him, and talked more to him than anyone. Which was more than annoying sometimes.

Twilight stood up now, brushing off the seat of her pants with one hand, and extending the other to shake the blondes. Spike glanced away, hearing the faint noise of their speech. The tall man, was gone. When he looked back, the blonde woman, was patting Fluttershy on the back, and pointing inside the house somewhere. Fluttershy rushed in, holding her bag, probably to change her pants, judging by the stain that had formed. He tuned back in to the conversation.

". . . -m sorry, she has a, err, uh. A few anxiety disorders,m I'm sorry if she's any trouble, she means the best though," Twilight said, explaining the other girls, behavior.

"It aint nothin'. Now come on in. Y'all are gonna' need the rest, for the work tomorra'." The blonde woman disappeared inside the house, smiling.

Twilight reached for her bag, laying in the dirt, but Spike beat her to it, waving his hand, as if to tell her to go inside. She did so.

The inside of the house, was with out light for the most part. Save for a few dim lamps. Spike, who was standing in the door way could see a kitchen far off past, a couch, and to his left a stair case. In the doorway, of the kitchen Spike saw a very jubilant face, wave for him to come closer. He complied, but not before dropping his, and Twilights things on the couch.

The air in the kitchen, was very sweet. Especially when compared to the uneasy staleness of the air in the lounge. A moment passed when he found the surprisingly short blonde woman, in front of him again. They were the same height, Spike not very tall himself.

"Sugar, just get whatever, ya' like, an' come on to the dinin' room," she handed him a white plate.

Spike nodded, as she left for the dining room, carrying a plate of food with some unseen food on it.

He turned left to find a fine assortment of food. And there was an undeniable theme to go along with it. Apples. He knew they farmed apples, but he didn't know it took up half their diet. From this dinner it seemed that they ate only apples, and meat. All along the green, tile, counter it was lined with food, ranging from baked apples, to steak. Pork, and beef. Struedal, and stew.

Spike used a pre-placed fork, to place a very succulent looking steak on his plate, and gathered a large pile of baked apple slices as a side, preferring to keep things simple. He joined the others in the dining room. Twilight and the blonde woman had apparently hit it off, as they were talking to each other, very joyfully. Spike took a seat on the chair farthest from the doorway. The first question to pop in to his, young, mind was: Where's the tall dude, that almost shot me? He would have asked, but Fluttershy was joining them, face down, and wearing a fresh pair of pants. But no plate.

"Why don't ya'll get yerself some food? You gotta be hungry." The blonde said, before Fluttershy even sat down.

"It's okay," she mumbled in response before, sitting down.

"It's alright, my cookin's fine."

"I-It's not that, I-I'm a vegetarian. And I really don't care much for apples. I don't mean to be ru-"

The blonde looked at her quizzically,"A vegi-what?"

"A-a, uh. A vegetarian," Fluttershy looked down to her lap.

Spike rolled his eyes and began eating.

"What in tarnation is that?" The blonde asked maintaining perplexion.

"I don't eat meat." Fluttershy swallowed.

"Not even bacon?"

"No." her head sank lower.

"Chicken?"

She shook her head.

"Beef?"

Twilight decided to end Fluttershy's torment, "She doesn't eat meat, or anything that comes from animals. And I'm sorry but apples make her sick to her stomach."

"Oh, uh, sorry then." The blonde said, eating her first piece of dinner. "Ah, got some celery in the pantry, if yer hungry."

"No, it's fine, I'll be okay."

"Suit yer self." the blonde began to truly eat.

For the rest of the dinner Spike, and Fluttershy sat in silence while Twilight, and the farmer, whose name turned out to be Applejack, talked among themselves. Spike listened for any information on the man, but surprisingly, Twilight never brought it up. Very strange considering that Twilights curiosity often dwarfed Spikes. He would have asked himself, but the drawl of this woman was driving him mad. It was like she was raised with complete disregard for the letter 'G'.

When supper was finally over Applejack showed them to their rooms. They made their way up the creaky stairs, following her, an eary lack of sound hanging over them. Spike would be sharing a room with the shy one, and Twilght got a room all to herself. At first she insisted she share a room with the other two, as would be unfair for her to have so much room. But she agreed to stay alone, in the end. After all that was over with Applejack stood erect in the hallway, in front of them, and gave them the words, "Rest up now, there's alotta' work ta' do," and then left, leaving them to make themselves at home. They wasted no time getting to bed.

Twilight, dreamed again. Though this dream was of definate contrast to the one she had, last night. It was of her home in Canterlot. She was standing on her balcony. It was exactly how she remembered it, only there wasn't a book in her hand, and complete chaos had stolen away the placidity of the capitol city. The sky was a furious red, and the towers, that should have been reaching for it, were instead crumbling. The cobblestone streets below, had been set ablaze, as complete frenzies of people trampled one another in an attempt to escape consumption by the horde of flame behind them.

The only thing louder than the screaming of men women, and children was the blaring of sirens, calling for evacuation. But even with how loud that was, the most chilling noise was the constant moaning, she heard, coming from somewhere she could not place. it did nothing hinder the clarity of the door behind her being broken down, splinters flying everywhere. She turned, her face, two teary rivers flowing from her eyes, to see a group of soldiers coming in her direction. They each wore the uniform of the Equestrian military, and more frightening than the rifles they pointed at her, was the face at the front of them all. Her brother.

His face carried no sympathy, only a scowl as if she, Twilight, had wronged him. He pointed his finger at her, motioning for the line of men that had formed, to open fire. As the muzzles flashed she woke, her sweat covering herself, and the sheets. She sat up straight, almost giving the poor farm girl, that turned the lamp on, have a heart attack.

"Uh, sorry but it's time ta' get up, kay?" Applejack said, very unsure.

"So-sorry, I-I had a, a bad dream." Twilight said, breathing heavily.

"I noticed. So, uh meet me outside one you wash up. Towels are in the closet kay?" Applejack was now at the door.

Twilight nodded, Applejack left.

Twilight tossed the quilt covering her to the side, and rose from her bed, to find a most unsettling feeling between her legs. a moist feeling. An aggravating one. Her pupils dilated, she looked down, to her cotton undergarments. Yes exactly what she had feared, had happened. Somehow her nightmare, was now classifiable as a wet dream. She was mortified.

Author's Note:

Okay, sorry for the chapters that have been so short, it's just been a while since I last updated. As always leave your criticism, and questions below. Please, I'd like to improve.

Comments

[spike-ify it]

OH BOI,.......THATS FUNNY
but seriously, love the story's premise n' shit i know you've probably heard it before but in any story short chapters are troubling but none-the-less i'm content.... i'd like to read more if thats cool with you