Love is in Bloom

>>28396766
Is this story >nohooves?

>>28396824
Yes, around their EQG age where the CMC are 14-15.

>>28396936
Dropped. Thanks for warning me, anon.

>>28396766
bump.

>>28396824
that said, some of the stories in 'other stories' are hooves. and you can write whatever you want... or contribute however

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I like that they included this.
Tea-drinking is nice. It's something I'd absolutely love to do with Bloom.

>>28396766
Is it poor form to replace every instance of Anon Orange with a different name in a personal copy? I don't alter anything else I swear, I just don't like the way the name sounds.

I replaced it with Gold Experience before you ask. Why yes I like Prince

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>>28399402
Sounds fine to me. The name "Anon" is meant to be a blank space, anyway.

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>>28397855
>handles

but why though?

>>28400449
nyoh my god

remember in the first season when they used their mouths

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>>28401379
I want to cuddle with her right there and watch her watch the sky with a smile.

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We're Apples forever. Apples together.
We're family but so much more.
No matter what comes, we will face the weather.
We're Apples to the core.

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> The exhausting walk goes on for who knows how long.
>Typically, whenever you’ve had to exercise or walk a long distance, you filled your mind with fantasies.
>Visions of how you’d be so charming and cool, groups of friends and loves flocking around you kept your mind of the dreariness of what you usually considered kinda pointless.
>But this time, you don’t even have that to help you out.
>The pain, like the cry of some awful baby on a plane, snaps your attention right back to it every couple of seconds.
>The second the burning in your legs seems to fade, a fresh jolt of some acidic burn refreshes your memory.
>Pretty soon, you find yourself stopped, panting as you lean over and place your hands on your legs for balance.
>You know it wasn’t long, but it certainly didn’t feel short.
>You’re gonna guess it was five minutes, give or take.

> “Wow, already?”
>The snarkier of your companions insults your time from above you.
>You’re still wheezing, but you manage to croak out a quiet

“Shut up.”

> “What’s that?”
>Guess she couldn’t hear you.
>You lean up, the sudden heat on your face reminding you of the belligerent sun adding to your load.
>Apple Bloom looks at her phone, and announced your time:

> “4 minutes.
>”Sorry Anon…”
>If anything, you’re embarrassed that you couldn’t last longer.
>You’re hoping you don’t lose any favor in her eyes.
>However, there is one small hope you have of reclaiming your manliness.

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>>28405071


“Hey, what’d Scootaloo get?”

> “About 7 minutes.”
>Willikers.
>Alright, you were a pansy, nothing to be said about that.
>You make your way to the inner center while Apple Bloom takes the outer circle.
>As she brushes by you, her hand touches your chest, sliding along it while she moves.
>And despite your already worn body, you feel a small rush of invigoration.
>Nothing too major, but enough to keep you on your feet for the next bit.
>Scootaloo, finding herself fin the middle center again, decries the situation:

> “Wait, I’m taking the middle again? I just got that!”

“Yeah, but I’m fucking beat over here.”
>The curse slips out of your mouth, and you hope it passes by unnoticed.
>The twinge of irritation over the possibility of having to do another slog is enough to make you swear, just for a brief moment.
>A mildly worried look finds Apple Bloom unnoticing, her eyes on Scootaloo.

> “Don’t worry, we’re not going too fast this time.”
> Scootaloo grumbles a bit, but seeing your less fit body and the wear upon it, she allows you to have the easy task for this.
>And by the time that the march begins again, she finds the slow pace set by her bestie to be far easier than the previous one.
>After all, she was forcing Anon to go pretty fast.
>A small pang of regret comes over her at the realization that her time might not have been so much better than Anon’s if she’d gone at the same pace she did.
>But, she thinks to herself, it isn’t like she could do anything about it.

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>>28405076


>As far as she’s concerned, saying anything now would just be weird.
>And so the third set goes, with Apple Bloom steadily marching ahead, Scootaloo trying to do the same amid the occasional worried looks at you, and you trudging along, trying to recover some lost energy.
>It doesn’t go on too far however, as a familiar face enters through the back gate.
>The outer girl’s head looks up to investigate the motion in the corner of her eye, and seeing her big brother, violently waves him over.

> “Big Mac!
>”C’mon over!”
>The big guy, whose eyes were previously on his older sister and her troupe, looks to yours.
>AJ, Bailey and Sweetie are gabbing happily with each other, whereas your team is showing off your expert strategy, not to mention having another male member.
>Preferring the latter to the former, as well as the beaming excitement of his younger sister, he lumbers over to your group.

> “Hey.”
>Apple Bloom speaks up and twists her head to look at him, trying to be heard over the odd acoustics developed from a girl walking in circles.

> “Hey Big Mac!
>”You gonna join in?”

> “Yup.”
>He stands there awkwardly for a few moments before spotting the pile of shoes and the hose beside the bin.
>Making the connection, he takes his boots off and hoses down his feet real quick.
>Then, just as he’s about to jump in, he stops.

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>>28405087


>The three of you have continued rotating, arms still inked together:
> he doesn’t know how he’s supposed to fit in.
>Your tired eyes take him and the situation in, and after a small delay, both you and Apple Bloom realize the unspoken issue.

> “Oh!”

“Uh”…
>Your mind isn’t at full capacity, and needs a moment to figure out the solution.
>Before you can say anything more, Apple Bloom’s unlinked herself with Scootaloo, and holds out an arm to her brother.
>Scootaloo scoots over towards you, both of you now having a pretty small range to walk on.
>You’re kinda wishing there weren’t this many people between you and your favorite cousin, but you’re a bit too tired to really enjoy it if it did happen.
>Once Big Mac is amalgamated, the four of you begin once more.
>Feeling a little rejuvenated by the lack of heavy work, you look up to check the status of the other teams.
>Looks like AJ’s team is still stomping pretty hard, with the exception of Sweetie.
>Ah, Sweetie; the common bond of not being as fit as the rest of your team would undoubtedly bring you closer.
>The women of the third group have kept up their pace, although that’s really not saying much, since they were barely moving in the first place.
>And the final group, the guys that were madly thrashing from before, are all doing perfect imitations of you and Sweetie.
>Their faces downcast, their backs slumped, a perfect picture of exhaustion.
>A small pull comes from your left arm, and you glance over to Scootaloo.
>Her eyes wide, she asks:

> “So, uh… you think you’re gonna stay?”

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>>28405098
Sweet. I'm early

>>28405098
Including Big Mac in things is always good. Especially in this story.

>>28405302
Too cute. Sweetie was the best part of that episode, and that's not saying anything bad about the episode.

>>28406277
I want to cuddle that scoots

>>28400449
Human technology.

>something in this here applesauce smells kinda fishy.

>>28405098


> Your first thought was that she was referring to your placement in the circle, and you were about to offer her your place if she was wanting it.
>Before the words can exit your lips, you realize she’s speaking about you staying in Ponyville.
>Your affirmative answer similarly freezes in your throat, being replaced with a question.

“Wait, how’d you know?”
>She shrugs:

> “Apple Bloom told me yesterday. Said AJ was gonna ask you today.”
>Big Mac’s looking over at you and Scootaloo, his interest gained.
>Unsure of how to respond while under the heavy gaze of the eldest cousin, you stammer out a

“Uh, I guess. I mean, I’m hoping to, but I still gotta see what my parents say.”

> “So, you can’t come if they say no?”
>Her eyes seem bigger as she tentatively asks this next question.
>Apple Bloom’s eyes had come over, resting on you along with the others’.

“Yeah, sort of. I turn 18 in a couple months, so I could come over then, if they’d still have me.”
>At the last part, your eyes look over to the Apples with more than a little fear in them.
>But the anxiety of rejection is cast away by the earnest nodding of your younger cousin, and the more meaningful assent of Big Mac’s nod.
>He was probably more involved with the planning than Apple Bloom was;
> if his clout was on your side, you could venture a little more hope.
>Then again, you don’t actually want the situation to ever come to that;
> a simple ‘yes’ would be perfect, and you can’t see why it won’t happen.
>You look back to the purple-haired girl at your side:
“So yeah, eventually I’ll be here. Or at least, that’s the plan.”

>>28410375


>Somehow, you can’t find the strength to be certain;
> some part of it still seemed too good to be true.
>Meanwhile, the girl to your immediate left offers you a cheery smile, more appreciative than she wants to be.

> “Good. I mean, cool.”
>You nod, too caught up in your emotions too really think.
>Again your mind enters sort of single-targeted focus, the object of your tunnel-vision being the impending question.
>You’re feeling more and more worried about the outcome.
>What would she say?
>It was probably gonna be mom, since dad’s always at work or busy doing whatever.
>And despite spending your life in the same house as her, you still didn’t have a huge grasp on how she thinks.
>She just does whatever people tell her to do, which, in addition to making her fucking awful, makes her kind of hard to pin down.
>She had the spontaneity of fashion, as well as its depth;
> new religions and parenting methods were donned and tossed like dresses.
>She’d wear one for a while and either throw it away or plumb forget about it when a new one came along.

> Is it fashionable to send your son away to live with relatives?
>The question’s seriousness and importance to you is absurd, drawing a dry laugh from you.
>Other kids’ futures were decided based on personalities, wealth, race, etc., but yours may very well be based on the preferences of old biddies in drawing rooms.
>The joke seems less funny when you realize it probably won’t be popular;
> sending your kid away would probably seem like bad parenting.
>Heck, if she were a good parent, it probably would be.

>>28410384


>But who would look up to that?
>Unless…
> maybe you could play it off like you’re going to a boarding school;
> like, make the connections and hope she’ll get that feeling.
>That’s what old women on the Social Register do, right?
>Or you could pretend to be off getting work or life experience on a farm.
>Hey, you could even promise to come back!
>You’d turn 18 just in time to ‘change your mind and stay.’
>Oh, the look on her face if you said that…
>Alright, that sounds like a good enough plan:
> you’ll ask her in your dutiful-and-polite-son voice, and if she says no, you can just say it’s only for the summer.
>If need be, you’ll say you’ll visit.
>Maybe you should start off saying it’s for the summer?
>Nah, let’s save the lies for later;
> fun as it sounds, that could lead into a mess of trouble.
>You begin fine-tuning the plan, picking the right words and phrases to say, when you feel a shuffling ripple through the stomping unit.

> Looking to the left, you see Apple Bloom and Big Mac trading places, citing something about a long time going by.
>Remembering Scootaloo
> –and more importantly, feeling a bit less worn down from the easy walking-
> you offer her your place in the slightly easier spot.
>She accepts, then moves around to your right.
>After linking up with her, you turn to the other girl you’ve connected with:
> Apple Bloom.
>She said something about this being the final rotation to Big Mac.
>You think;
> you’re still a bit out of it from the heat.
>Still, you wanna have at least one more stay with Apple bloom.

>>28410384
oh god, moms like that.
>>28410395
yeah that was my thought too.

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>>28410395


> Gosh, she’s pretty.
>Her hair’s tied up in a ponytail behind her, presumably to keep it as far from the grapes as possible, and out of her face while she jumps and stomps.
>Her bow was left behind at the house, for obvious reasons.
>Even with her height, some of the splash has still gotten in her hair and on her face.
>You can see little marks where some flew up, leaving little purple smudges on her face.
>The blots get more numerous and wider at the lower parts of her body.
>There’s some around her torso and arms, a bit at her hips and thighs, and a ton on her lower legs.
>Seeing the almost entirely purple lower legs and feet fly out of the matter, only to dip back in again, is somehow captivating.
>She kinda reminds you of how a kid might play around in mud puddles on a rare rainy day, knowing it might not come again soon.
>The simple, beautiful girl grins up at you when she notices you staring, wiping some stray hair out of her eyes.
>She blushes, the few freckles on her perfect face seeming to light up on her rosy cheeks.
>A little skip in her step develops, and you find yourself treating it like a cue.
>Your legs find some second wind for themselves, and bring themselves up in a sluggish skip.
> Scootaloo and Big Mac join you, no so much due to a shared enthusiasm, but more because the union would break apart if they didn’t.

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>>28410411
>Apple Bloom with a pony tail
Top cute Stayed-G
>Big Mac skipping
a sight and true beauty to behold
maximum homo

I got here because some c/u/ck got BTFO here: >>28412802

How incestuous is this?

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>>28413308

A little bit? I mean, I don't put a lot of emphasis on it or make it lewd, but the sweet cousin romance is the centerpiece of it and starts pretty soon.

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>>28415196
i fuckin love the art i see in these threads

>>28416936
so pranciful!

>>28419681
whoa, they're so... swirly.

I would certainly help clean her hooves off afterwards

>>28420505
oh yes

Sorry guys, was changing from nights to days and it kinda messed me up a bit.

>>28410411


> A small shout is heard from Bailey’s group:
> "Heeeey!
>”We’re done!”
>The somewhat familiar voice of Bailey shocks the nearly sleeping boy on the porch.
>It wasn’t clear when he’d come out
> –you weren’t really in a position to observe or anything-
> but there he was, sitting on the porch.
>The kid leaps up, starts walking towards their bin.
>He’s got a striped shirt on him, and thick blonde hair flowing every which way.
>He comes closer, and you can make out the freckled cheeks under his thick glasses;
> he looks like the nerd from some family friendly kid’s movie with a group of spunky kids in it.
>Stepping up to their bin, he looks for a minute, then sticks his arm in, swirling it around.

> “I dunno… feels like there’s still some in there that you haven’t got.”

> “Oh c’mon, you know that’s good enough,”
> replies Bailey, putting her hands on her hips.
>The kid still looks unsure of himself, but changes his mind soon enough when he looks toward Sweetie Belle.
>If she said anything, you hear it, but she’s doing this little half-wave thing that seems to hypnotize the judge.

> “Uh, yeah, sure.
>”Looks good to me.”
>Bailey nods, and takes a step out of her bin.
>You wonder if she had planned that;
> it wasn’t clear if he would have approved if Sweetie hadn’t done her flirty little pose.
>It was pretty cute, you had to admit.
>The last of your ability to focus is expelled upon this thought, the heat and exhaustion beginning to pile up on you again.
>This time it didn’t seem to matter that your arm was tied to that magical cousin of yours.

>>28421102


>You weren’t sure how much longer you could do this.
>Just when you think you’re gonna have to take a break, a squeaky voice calls out from beside you.

> “Hey, Ah think we’re finished!”
>Huh?
>You lift your head and spy Bailey’s little brother meandering over to you.
>He gets there, the same unsureness on his voice, and an uncertainty in his tone that matches the previous question.

> “You sure you guys are done already?”
>You aren’t, and look downward.
>Holy cow, the whole things almost entirely smooth slush.
>You’re not sure how you got to that point, or where the time went, but this feels pretty much finished.
>Apple Bloom seems to agree, telling him

> “Well, if they’re finished, we reckon we’re probably there too.”
>The kid looks down, and pulls back in surprise.

> “Wow, you did it a lot better than they did…”
> Apple Bloom cocks her head at this, looking for clarification.

> “Really? This was how it was s’posed to be last year.”

> “Yeah, but we fixed it up so you didn’t have to get it that much;
>” got something to finish crushing it off in the shed.
>”That way it’ll get done a little easier and quicker, not to mention cleaner.”
>He takes a look at the shirts and shorts of your group, all well splattered by the over-stomped grape pile.

> “So, we are done?”

> “I’ll say.
>”Probably been done for a while now.”
>The good news turns into something a little worse, the past few minutes of your slog now invalidated.
>You’d ask him why the heck he hadn’t spoken up earlier, but you are way too tired for that.
>For now, the most you can do is lurch out of the bin and towards the hose.

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>>28421104


>You twist the nearby valve, cold water shooting out of it.
>Your desire to be cool quenched, you point it away from the more sensitive spots of you, where’d it’d begun its spray.
>As accustomization sets in, you hose down your arms and legs, rubbing off some of the stickier goo.
>Looking at the nearby sweetheart, you sleepily ask if you’ve got it.

> “Nah, you still got a coupla spots left,”
> says Apple Bloom, who takes the liberty of helping you out.
>Her small hands rubbing against your chest, back, and other hard to reach areas is a bit too much for you, and you’re glad you’re not wearing tight shorts today.
>Adjusting yourself so as to not be too obvious with your…
> expression of affection, nervously check to see if it was noticed.
>But the girl just keeps on scrubbing the back of your shirt, determination cancelling observation.
>Eventually she finishes up, taking a step back and placing satisfied hands on her hips as she looks you over.
>Once she turns the hose on herself and starts wiping off the colorful goo, you know what you have to do.

> You set your hands on her, thankfully responding to her helping hand.
>There’s a bit more on her than there was on you, probably due to the wilder dancing she’d done right at the start.
>Your hands move to her right arm, sliding up and down the smooth skin, the light action dislodging most of the delicious residue.
>You add a little bit of turn to the motions, now tracing slight zigzags on the skin, further helping remove the grapes.
>Once it looks clean enough, the perfectly colored skin no longer smudged, you begin to work on the other arm in the same fashion.

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>>28421106


>Caught up in your work, you don’t notice the brief reverie that captures Apple Bloom.
>For a good minute, she stops her own motions and simply stands there, breathing in and focusing on your hands.
>The memory of the two others snaps her into focus, and she launches a feverish assault on the sticky purpleness all over her legs.
>As you join her, she finds it a bit hard to concentrate as your hands slide up towards the limits of the short coverings.
>Your hands on the smooth skin of her thighs presents a pretty hard challenge for her, the ability to concentrate only barely grasped by a mighty will.
>Eventually, both legs are finished, and your touch departs.

> She hands off the hose to the others, who’ve been waiting patiently with only a touch of discomfort.
>Their light conversation continues as they begin to wash themselves off with much more ease than the tired boy and girl now walking towards the house.

“Hey, where are we goin’ now?”
>You ask Apple Bloom, realizing that you probably shouldn’t go into the house soaking wet.

> “Usually we just lie on the porch in the sun, but Ah know they’ve got a hammock around her somewhere.”
>Making your way around to the front, you see two stragglers hanging out right in front of the door.
>There’s the hammock on the porch, and it’s totally unoccupied.

>>28421102
And I thought you were dead.

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>>28421111
Quads checked!

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>>28421111
why didn't I think of that? HAMMOCKS!

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>>28421102
No problem. I get it.

>>28421106
>>28421111
w-wow
That's nice

Well-earned cozy time.

Bumping.

Im a whole thread behind. Is the story nearing completion? I dont want to miss the last thread.

>>28424662
>Im a whole thread behind.
so go catch up?
>Is the story nearing completion?
it must be since this is his last day of the week, or nearly
>I dont want to miss the last thread.
so.. don't? I don't understand

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>>28424662

I try for two activities a day, each of which takes approximately 2.5-3.5 weeks of posting. We are halfway done through the second activity of the sixth day, and I have one more day planned, which makes for about 4-5 weeks left to go. That being said, the close ending might require more content than normal (in the context of the day that it's in), and the seventh day is gonna be different than the rest of the days, so even this vague rule isn't entirely trustworthy. I'd guess about a month to a month and a half left to go. So, speaking of real time, we aren't that close; but in the context of the story, we're getting close to the end, and so actual plot might start happening (I haven't written it yet and I don't always stick to the vague plans I have). So the story is nearing completion, but storytime with your friend Staygy is not.

>>28421111


> It’s a dark white, but not quite grey, with little black patterns going back and forth on it.
>The wind blows softly on it, the cooling air forgotten in the direct heat of the sun.
>Luckily, the hammock is perched right before the edge of the porch, and the time of the day doesn’t find the brutal light falling on it.
>The sweet shade over it is enticing, the slight rocking reminiscent of some rustic portrait of the farm.
>Your hand grasps onto Apple Bloom’s, and you walk forward quickly, eager to get into the sweet folds of the hammock.
>Quick steps bring the wooden stairs past, and you collapse onto the semi-soft bliss.
>Immediately the sides envelop you, your balance lost.
>It takes a moment to get to a place where you don’t immediately need to fear falling off, a faint chuckling there all the while.
>With your position secured, you look up to your sweet cousin standing over you, waiting to join.
>You spread your arms out invitingly, and she sits down on the side.
>Before any tipping can occur, she falls back on you, keeping her legs on the ground to prevent the floppy bed from tilting both of you off.
>Finally, she swivels herself quickly, her body attached to yours, with her head right on your stomach.
>After skootching up just a tad, she lets her head rest right into your shoulder, never having said a word.
>Her right arm falls over your body, contracting when you shuffle about, as if to keep you from leaving.
>You shift a couple times, each time her grip on you tightening and a resolute grunt telling you that you aren’t going anywhere.

>>28425722


>After a few very low-key struggles, you manage to get yourself comfy;
> it isn’t too hard, considering how weary you are.
>And from there, your own arms holding onto Apple Bloom, you fall asleep in the sweet summer wind.

> The dream that comes is shifty, nearly incomprehensible to even your illogical sleeping self.
>Some vague threat, like great shadowy tentacles wave malignantly from some horizon, grim and awful as Mordor.
>Apple Bloom, here a brilliant princess, shining like some demigod with Ra as parentage, stood on the precipice of a glimmering white castle, the kind that sparkled like glass in the gentle sun.
>But clouds crept up from the filthy brimstone bordering the divine kingdom, hordes of unthinkable creatures braying in the distance.
>The sky was red, filled with black lines of sharp-looking clouds, like some demonic eye spying some new joy to spoil.
>On that high balcony, the sweet royalty looked as she did on purer days, as if the roiling maw before her either did not exist or did not matter.
>Around her, the air was somewhat clear, brilliant blues and greens flowing through some final piece of Eden were kept from the imminent corruption.
>Her hair was filled with white flowers, her eyes closed and crinkling with her dreamy smile.

> And in that castle, somewhere more grounded, with traditional stone walls and straw bed, you awoke as if from a vision, desperate to save her.
>She did not know; she could not save herself.
>Fearful images on her collapse flashed before your peasant eyes, and you sprinted forward to find her.
>Your legs found themselves invulnerable, the speedy dashing from room to room, floor to floor lending no agony or tiredness to them.

>>28425730


>But the might could not be enjoyed, for every set of stairs eluded you, always on the last room you would look, and every minor ascent bringing windows with grimier exteriors.
>Would that the rotting film be some failure to clean them, and not a true report of the hellish sky bearing down on you.
>The heights found bring more glorious architecture, the grimy stone of your waking place giving way to rooms and halls of diamond and gold;
> but still no luck.
>Finally, as shadows of the abyssal assault begin to creep across the hallways, dimming their vision, you arrive on that noble balcony.
>It’s empty.
>Stepping out to the frail edge, the thrashing darkness of the army is found not only within the city walls, but clambering up the spire.
>The forms are too dim, their movements to jerky, their numbers too large to make out, but one thing is clear:
> the kingdom has fallen, and your princess is gone.
>You close your eyes, feeling the rumbling of the nearly complete onslaught.
>Your memories of a glorious castle are called forth, a happier time longed to hold until the final moments.
>But as your recall those happy memories of the dreamed past, a thought runs through your head, the verses of some long forgotten poem:

>‘That what seemed fair in all the world, seemed now
>Mean, or in her summed up, in her contained
>And in her looks; which from that time infused
>Sweetness into my heart, unfelt before,
>And into all things from her air inspired
>The spirit of love and amorous delight.
>She disappeared, and left me dark; I waked
>To find her, or for ever to deplore
>Her loss, and other pleasures all abjure’

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>>28425741


> And upon opening your eyes, you found the kingdom unscathed, the intruders unfelt, and peace restored.
>The sky shone, the kingdom bustled with cheery commerce, and the castle once more glowed with earthly splendor.
>And none of it mattered.
>It was as if some gray film had coated your eyes, the joy of a nation divorced from you, unable to rekindle your spirit.
>You retreat from the golden balcony, and sit down, your back against the entrance to the castle within.

> A sudden motion stirs you, the vivid imagery of your dream torn away as you’re pulled back into the world.
>The glistening, pointless kingdom gives way to a dim room, a blue sky, and the face of Apple Bloom.
>She tugs your arm, a smile gleaming before you.
>On your way to consciousness, the remnants of that poem return to you:

>‘When out of hope, behold her, not far off,
>Such as I saw her in my dream, adorned
>With what all Earth or Heaven could bestow
>To make her amiable: On she came,
>Led by her heavenly Maker, though unseen,
>And guided by his voice; nor uninformed
>Of nuptial sanctity, and marriage rites:
>Grace was in all her steps, Heaven in her eye,
>In every gesture dignity and love.
>I, overjoyed, could not forbear aloud.’

> The moment passes, and soon all poetry of the imaginary adventure is lost, the only thing left in your mind being the pretty face of Apple Bloom.

>>28425706
that is a very spunky hairdo, very nice.
I feel like i don't want it to ever end!
>>28425722
speaking of things that must never end.. hnnnn..

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>>28425751
That was pretty neat.

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>>28425722
>>28425730
>>28425741
>>28425751
>Medieval fantasy dreams
Beautiful.
>Hammocks
Maximum comf Stayed-G. It just keeps getting better and better.

>>28431832
this.. is not going to end well
unless it ends up like this >>28425706

>>28396766

>>28425751


> She’s there.
>That’s the first thing you notice, and the most important.
>Her sunny face, the color of a peach, looks down on you from above.
>Her bright red hair moves down the short distance to your face, creating makeshift walls around your face.
>The border is darker than usual, the water from the hosing causing it to became a dark maroon, and cling to each other.
>Light flows in where her hair doesn’t fall, illuminating the semi-private space between your face and hers.
>Some parts catch some reflected light, and practically shine, white lines and dots spontaneously arising and exiting at her small motions.
>Her smooth skin glistens, the sun’s job of drying her apparently incomplete.
>The shade of your small bed must have halted its progress.
>In the close perspective, her eyes seem huge, wide circles holding secrets you long for.
>Even crinkled by that constant grin, they hold you steadfastly, a willing prisoner.
>The amber irises are full of vivid patterns, seeming to shift with her expression and position, and draw your own eyes in a wonderful journey to chart them.
>A small nose lies between them, diminutive in stature, only adding to her profound cuteness.
>You wonder what it’d look like if she sniffled;
> you imagine she has an adorable sneeze, if only to match her button-ish nose.
>Her cheeks are well defined, swelling with the gleaming smile gracing you.
>Towards the top, her little freckles mottle the skin, the greatest testament to her pure, joyful youth.

>>28436102
yeah that's the best possible way to wake up

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>>28436658
True
Just gotta give her a little kiss

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I really hope this episode about AB lying treats her well and isn't too heavily focused on AJ.

Still feels like there hasn't been any episode in this season for me to really love for her role in it, like Somepony to Watch Over Me and pretty much everything with focus on her in season 5.

>>28440005
I love how AJ just openfacedly claims to be honest in this episode
like it's one thing when others are all 'you're the element of honesty' and we all chuckle because obviously she and dash got switched
but come on lady, you lie constantly, most of your episodes have been about you lying and having to own up to it

>>28442384
hnnngh. i'd be happy to be anything in that sandwich. bun, meat, the stuff that fell out onto the side..

>>28434283
>CMC Spin the bottle
I think it's illegal to distribute Diabetes, Anon

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>>28436102
Literal Heaven. She'd prolly have a really cute sneeze too.

>>28436102


> Her cheek, round and jubilant with her perfect smile, begs to be touched.
>Your hand moves up to her, your fingers lightly brushing her skin.
>Your fingers place themselves under her jawline, facing up, while your thumb gently strokes her cheek in a small arc.
>She feels so incredible, the softness of her skin adding to that purity she seemed to exude.
>Your eyesight travels a bit lower and to the left, stopping to rest on her sweet pink lips.
>They weren't small, but they didn't have that overindulgent size that belonged to girls that tried to hard.
>There was no makeup, just that perfect natural look she held.
>The hypnotic power of that heavily desired part doesn't quite bring a kiss, but instead calls your had down to it.
>Your hand moves to hte left, keeping the same position, but with your thumb placed over her lips.
>You feel it out, your thumb's arcs moving from corner to corner.
>Somewhere, your awe had infected her, and her smile gave way to a more intense look.
>Her mouth slowly opened, inviting your touch into the wetter part;
> but the moment you accept, and her mouth closes slowly around your thumb, she bolts back.
>Shocked at the spell she was under, and the fact that you were still in public, she keeps a spot about a foot away from you.
>And you, in your still dreamy mind, continued to look at her with loving awe.

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>>28445230


> She’s gorgeous.
>Her whole form, lit from the sun behind her, looks to be angelic.
>Each new moment with her was like a fresh breath of air;
> the memory in those moments apart or in attention lost, was pleasing enough, but the actual watching was something of a far greater caliber.
>Her grace and tenderness, replete in every action, set to rest every rise that came within you.
>Each time some vicious memory of your parents ignited you with shivering wrath, she calmed you down without even knowing it.
>Her radiance alone was something nearly awe-inspiring, and the whole of that glowing beauty made you feel somewhat crude, a low observer of her high beauty.
>But the moment she touches you, looked at you, it was clear that she could never see you as such.
>And that appointment to a place beside her, not beneath, made it true:
> the momentary shades of guilt transformed into self-esteem.
>She was so amazing just to be with, but had made her friendship so much more dear by that mere effect, no doubt unintentional and accidental, of raising you up beside her.
>She loved you, and how could you argue with that lovely voice?

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>>28445239


> She speaks to you, but the words themselves aren’t what you pay attention to.
>That cute little voice, like some new, intriguing music takes hold of you.
>Somewhere inside your head, you understand the tone or words, and nod along, not fully part of the conversation.
>Each note she speaks is lovely, the high pitched voice mixing just right with the accent, making a style of speech you’d never heard.
>It’s Southern, that’s for sure, but chipper, not a drawl.
>She doesn’t speak lazily either, the majority of the difference being in the unusual intonations.
>The natural fluctuations of tone, the rise and fall of speech, are more pronounced, each sentence like some musical adventure.

>Somewhere along the line, motion was introduced, and you’re pulled out of your lull.
>Her hands reach out to yours, two grasping your left, and she yanks you forward.
>The slowly fading dizziness of sleep had been slowly departing, and the violence of her action brushes off the last of it.
>The fuzzy haze dissipates, and you remember your situation fully:
> waiting for grape juice.
>The anticipation gets you a bit excited, and you remove the need for pulling.
>You don’t know how long you were out, but it might have been long enough.
>Stepping faster, you arrive at the door side by side with the best Apple of them all.
>You start to reach for the knob, then stop yourself.
>Apple Bloom looks at you with curiosity, asking the reason why.

> You take a look around your surroundings before you answer her. It’s nice out here.

>>28444983
Those human limbs are extremely unsettling.

>>28444374
would you want a 'peeing on the tree' cutie mark, bloom?
>>28445230
I think petting apple bloom might be one of the most unexpectedly enjoyable parts of this story
>>28445474
indeed. but i never blame anyone for having trouble. the show gets limbs so wrong it's not even funny.

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>>28445249
Awesome update, man.

Apple Bloom is love and beauty. She's just the best.

>Ah'm at a disco!

behumps

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>>28445230
>>28445239
>>28445249
Hot Diggity Stayed-G all you do is amaze and I love you A whole bunch

pomf

chicken arise
arise chicken

>>28456582
>applebloom's cupcakes

>>28445249


> The air is cool and fresh, the breeze blowing around you like it would in some fantasy of the beach.
>Trees and bushes lean with its quiet push, and the vague chill is just enough to keep you at that ideal temperature.
>The feel of it on your skin is refreshing without making a coat or something necessary.
>The sky is light and clear, only a few clouds spread through it.
>Evening has arrived, but the day isn’t quite in its final stages: a slight whisper of red above the horizon is all that prophesies the coming dark.
>Looking out into that immeasurable blue, you find yourself calm and contented, as if floating within it.
>The lazy mosey of the white puffs seems to reflect and emphasize your own tired pace.
>Your body feels as if it could belong to that rare kind of elder, the one who moves slowly, not for the brittleness of bodily decay, but because the victories of youth make additional racing unnecessary.
>You’re where you want to be, and as such, time feels as if it moves slower.
>The easy freeness of this moment, as opposed to the oppressive fear and defeat that would normally cause you to feel disinclined to move, seems to deserve a longer lifespan.
>Once you go in that door, you’re gonna have to socialize, speak to everyone, and try to be more energetic.
>Not that that’s necessarily bad, you just…
> you don’t want to do it just yet.

>Apple Bloom’s hands are in yours, her face looking at yours with a gentle obedience within the usual benevolence.
>You feel as if you could lead her anywhere, speak any destination and have her go with you.

>>28457568


>But while you do feel a pleasure in this, like a merchant coming to own some priceless treasure, the simplicity of ownership doesn’t quite apply here.
>You’re tied to her in a similar way: the responsibility to both keep her from harm and bring her to joy lies on your shoulders, leaving the victorious thrill of ownership oddly combined with the grim joy of duty, of purpose.
>The tender strings of your heart resonate, filling you with the increasingly common swelling of love.
>Your hand reaches over to her face, caressing her lovely cheeks again.
>Answering, you tell her the best you can that you don’t quite want the moment to end so soon.

> Her hand rises to the hand on her cheek, softly holding it and pressing it into her soft skin.
>Her eyes close as she focuses on that simple sensation of your hand on her body.
>A moment passes, and she answers, wanting to stay in the moment too.
>But not too long, as her afterthought corrects, knowing that you might very well want to spend the rest of your time her on this porch.
>She’s not wrong.
>You turn around, leaving your back to the door.
>Apple Bloom follows your cue, facing the outside along with you, leaning into your side.
>The sensation of falling hair, then a lowered head meets your shoulder as she comes to rest on you.
>With your arm reaching over and lying over her own shoulder, the connection complete, you look out on the beautiful world in front of you.

> Apart from the chattering of a house-bound community, there’s not much noise out.
>Being so far from town, not many cars come along to roar into the atmosphere.

>>28457578


>It’s a little strange for you, never being too far from some frantic civilization.
>And the only escape you’d ever gotten was the furious blasting of earphones or a club, which provided no relief from the heart of the matter.
>Here was, as best you could figure, peace.
>A bird chirped here and there, the wind chimes struck low keys, like far away silver bells, and that was it.
>Apple Bloom would speak occasionally, pointing out a close-by bird, or an odd pattern in the roof, the music of her voice completing the absolute beauty of the sound.

> Below the sky, with its unfathomable blue and the low key red underlining it, was a horizon of trees of some sort.
>Grapes were grown on vines, you think, as a childhood book had told you.
>So this must be some other part of the orchard, or a different house altogether.
>Well, whatever the case was, you could see the thick green forestry spreading out from side to side, to farther than the eye could see.
>They were spaced somewhat apart, but the sheer multitude caused by the distance made the grove look thick nonetheless.
>The vast acres, filled with some mysterious fruit, couldn’t help but impress you.
>The size of it was one thing, but this was a farm, right up close.
>Your mother had tried her hand at a garden once, struck by that desire to own nature that comes to so many.
>But even transplanting dozens of partially and fully grown plants to her expensive backyard greenhouse, she couldn’t bring out more than a few deformed carrots.

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>>28457584


>Of course, never attending to it was bound to yield few results.
>But here were actual farmers, people that coaxed produce out of the very dirt.
>The honesty of the work, the actual production of something, was something you couldn’t help but value.
>They worked, unlike your mother, and the produced something, unlike your father, who did little more than put his name on papers in order to amass wealth.

> Out in those distance fields, tall structures could be seen.
>One was undoubtedly a silo, the great height of the silver monolith resembling nothing else from your understanding of farms.
>But beyond such, and the odd speck, probably a neighbor’s house, the vision was almost uniform in the sharp cuts of green and blue.
>The trees ended not too far away, a shimmering green lawn bridging the distance between you and it.
>Here and there some neon toy laid, tossed aside by the short attention span of a child.
>Truthfully, the yard didn’t strike you as that interesting.
>And as you glanced back to the fields and sky, you found your astonishment of them a little strange.
>It wasn’t that impressive, and you’d certainly seen similar things before.
>A cold, scoffing cynicism grew in your mind, mocking you for those long moments transfixed by what was clearly nothing.
>It may have succeeded in wholly overcoming your joy if not for one thing:
> that sweet breeze blowing against your arms and face.

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>>28457578
>>28457584
beautiful!

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>>28457568
>>28457578
>>28457584
>>28457590
This imagery is down right fantastic. It gives me such a warm feeling. It's beautiful, a gift from the heavens just before I go to bed.
Godspeed, Blessed Stayed-G

>>28458751
it reminds me of being a kid and just staring into the sky til i felt all wobbly
not a good memory but still vivid and belivable

>>28461829
I wonder if I could lift all three... maybe.

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>>28464419
>those flexible developing young bodies

>>28464454
normally i'd be with you but this particular picture seems more disturbing. the tightly pulled back hair isnt helping. nor the ballet slippers

>>28457590


> Like a splash of cold water, you felt woken up.
>Only rather than some cold reality facing you, the warm, dreamlike enjoyment came back in fuller force than before.
>Clasping the dear girl to your right, it was so clear that these things, this world, was so much more than it appeared.
>It was the honesty, the clear simplicity of this whole life that appealed to you, like a Londoner visiting the smog-less countryside of France.
>You could breathe here;
> you could live here.
>And looking down at your Apple Bloom, the meaningfulness of her status as a country girl wasn’t lost on you.
>She wasn’t constructed from this world alone, but it was probable that the frigid pressure of the city wouldn’t have let her optimistic cheer last too long;
> even the preppy girls back home would always break down when they thought nobody was looking, the glow obviously little more than pretense.
>But here, this perfect girl was free to be herself, even under all the tragedy of her parents’ deaths;
> it made you wonder if you could be you, and who you really were under everything.

> You breathe out, having held your breath somewhere along the line.
>It comes out in a whoosh, then clean new air comes in.
>Yeah, this was the place for you.
>Nodding your head in silent assent, almost a salute to this place, you turn around.
>Society awaiting, you and her had to break off your comfortable connection, to neither’s pleasure.
>A kiss of condolence and promise meets her forehead, then you reach for the doorknob.
>Before you can open it, she stands up on her tiptoes and kisses your cheek, falling back right as the door swings open.
>She enters before you, missing the slight blush on your cheeks.

>>28466285


> You’re immediately greeted by a great shock of blue, the walls loudly painted a deep cobalt.
>There’s a mess of doors and mini-hallways, all leading to the different parts of the house.
>To your right, there’s some loud conversation, and Apple Bloom has already departed for the source of it.
>You follow her out of that central station, and find yourself in a living room type deal.
>There’s a light blue sofa, with two matching chairs by either side of it, and a clear glass table in the center.
>The material is a soft fabric, and the cushioning is all sorts of cushy.
>AJ and Bailey sit on the chairs, with the two members of the CMC on the roomy couch.
>Jutting out from underneath the table is a thick, dark blue rug, with concentric orange circles spreading from the middle to the outer lining.
>There’s a fireplace on the side opposite to the couch, a good ten feet away, with two wicker chairs in front of it.
>Big Mac sits in one of these, looking thoughtfully out the window.

> There’s an esteemed looking family in a portrait, dressed in fancy attire and frowns, and on the wall adjacent, there’s a large, beautiful picture of a ship sailing on a calm ocean.
>Beyond you, there’s another picture of a lush forest, with yellow-leafed trees, and pink and lime shrubbery covering the ground, a pale blue sky behind it and a light brown path moving to places unknown.
>On the final wall is a small picture of a girl in a deep sea diver’s helmet, a ponytail jutting out the back.
>There’s a small yellow bird in her hand, and a pale pink heart painting above her head on an indistinguishable background.
>Beside this final, mesmerizing picture is the white door you had entered through, with orange divets.
>The girls are talking avidly, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo having their hands holding up their cheeks in intrigue.
>Noise can be heard from the other room, the other guests obviously continuing the party in other parts of the house.

>>28466293


> Immediately, the two youngest girls call to their third, wide open arms imploring her to join them on the couch.
>You make a motion to join your Apple Bloom, but the couch looks a little too full, and a little too full for you.
>The animated speaking and nearly palpable estrogen makes you look for another option, and seeing Big Mac, you head over to the empty wicker chair beside him.
>You’re still a little tired from the nap and the serene enjoyment of this ludicrously rustic home, and right now, the quiet mammoth feels like a better companion than five very energetic girls.
>A small eyebrow raise asks his permission to join, and an almost imperceptible nod opens the chair to you.
>Entering it, you don’t immediately begin speaking to him, not feeling the necessity of such.

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Sorry for the short ones today and last weekend. Stupid stuff keeps happening. I'll give you guys a bigger one tomorrow to even it out, then we'll probably get back to normal. I'd write more, but I'm too beat. Goodnight, my favorite Anons, and have some sweet dreams. I love you very much.

>>28466331
psh, you don't have a quota.

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>>28466293
>Cobalt Blue
Literally my favourite colour
>>28466331
No biggie, my main man. Work at a pace comfortable for you. Goodnight and Love you too Stayed-G

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>>28466285
Aww. Bloom kisses will never stop being the best.

>it made you wonder if you could be you, and who you really were under everything.
I feel that.

I'm really feeling this whole scene. Nice job.

>>28466948
>Braided Bloom
Her filly mane is adorable as it is, especially for how it goes with her tail, but I love it when people draw her hair braided like that. It looks a bit more mature while still looking great on her.

Has penis entered vagina yet?

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>>28470037
nope

>>28470037
i mean, that's how we were all born
but a greenis hasn't gone inside a pale yellow red-furred applegina yet

>>28466309


> Seconds turn to minutes, just laying in the oddly comfortable wicker chair.
>For now, you just take a minute to be alone with somebody else, just a minute to relax.
>Granted, it isn’t really necessary: the nap had removed most of your exhaustion.
>But you were feeling slow, and Big Mac was somebody who you could just chill with, without feeling like you gotta be more energetic.
>Truthfully, the moment you’d left the outdoors, your mind had swelled with thoughts of home.
>The scenic moments spent with Apple Bloom had slowly faded, and the terrors of loss had returned.
>Despite how calm she could make you, and how hard you’d worked on overcoming those fears, the uncertainty of the situation could still overpower you.
>You didn’t know what would happen, despite all the plans you could muster.
>And the fact that the question would come so soon, the discussion with your parents
> -which you hoped would be the last-
> was too close to ignore.
>And what if she said no?
>This was your last night here, and this was the last activity you could do with them.
>How much longer before you left, how much longer til you went to bed, and how much longer til you had to leave?
>You cross your arms, folding and unfolding them several times, trying to dispel a nonphysical discomfort.

>>28471602


> Apple Bloom was having fun.
>The girls had told her that the drinks would be ready pretty soon, pasteurized and chilled.
>It wasn’t the first time she’d tasted this, and she’d be darned if she was gonna let it be the last.
>This stuff was almost as good as that cider you’d be making soon enough; almost.
>Not to mention it was made by herself, and that extra bit made it all the more meaningful.
>She had slipped in between her two friends, each of which was carrying on their own conversation with one of the older girls.
>Sweetie spoke with Bailey about the latter’s younger brother, stars in her eyes.
>Scootaloo and AJ were speaking of the upcoming harvest, which she usually helped out with for a good bit of money.
>Apple Bloom was more involved with this conversation than the first, but part of her kept glancing over to Anon.
>Didn’t seem like he was doing much, just sitting with Big Mac.
>She wanted to join him, but she knew that guys needed their space sometimes, and that was something she’d give.

>>28471609


> After a couple mildly uncomfortable minutes, Bailey gets up to exit the room, mentioning something you don’t hear to the group of girls.
>Before she gets too far, she pauses to look at the girls, then at you and Big Mac, nodding.
>Moments later, she returns with a man and a woman from the stomp session.
>She and the woman hold six glasses, the man holds three.
>The ladies go over to their side of the room, serving grape juice to their party, while the man hands you and Big Mac a glass each.
>He strikes a conversation with a jovial howdy, to which your duo responds with a grunt.
>His name is Johnny, and he and his wife Justine are close friends of Bailey’s family, and do this every year.
> Still, he’s never seen the trick your group pulled;
> he was gonna come up and talk to you about it, but he couldn’t find you.
>Big Mac mentions your need for a nap, and the two of them share a laugh.
>Still, he’s impressed with your speed, and reckons that he oughta try that next time.
>You thank him, feeling genuinely appreciated by the Southerner.
>His elbow finds the top of your chair, and he stays for a while, just shooting the breeze with the fruit-based team about farm work, life in the Ponyville area, and how it relates to city life.

>>28471616


> Apple Bloom’s happy to see Justine here:
> she wasn’t as close to the Apple family, so they didn’t see each other too often, but it was always a pleasure when they did.
>Justine congratulates Apple Bloom on winning
> -apparently your group had finished first without calling it-
> and a rousing cry of victory, coupled with a fist pump, gains the boys’ attentions.
>She gives a big thumbs up to you, then sits back down.
>Justine notices the slight flush, and ask her about that young man, the only person here she hasn’t met.
>Apple Bloom excitedly informs her of the captivating city boy who’d appeared suddenly, and might stay forever.
>The whole time, the other girls nod with suppressed smiles, seeing what’s going on here.
>After the torrent of explanation finishes, Justine turns to you and nods, stating that he looked like he was having fun today, and she hoped he’d be able to stick around.
>And with that, she bids everyone a goodbye, walking over to her husband and bringing him back to the friends they’d left in the other room.

>>28471630


> The conversation doesn’t end after Johnny’s departure, Big Mac quickly filling the gap.
>He continues asking questions about your life, using as few words as possible.
>It’s kind of stilted, the whole back-and-forth not flowing well at all.
>But he’s clearly trying, and he didn’t seem like the kind to fake care.
>You enjoyed it, trying to spread out your answers as much as possible, so as to not burden him with too much responsibility to speak.
>He nods, and even lets out a small chuckle at some of the trouble you’ve gotten into.
>Suddenly, he interrupts you, asking if you’re wanting to stay.
>You respond in the affirmative, but didn’t he already know that from the conversation in the bin?
>He nods, then clarifies:
> he wants to know straight from you, if you’re going to say yes.
>You are.
>That’s good, he’ll be glad to have ya.
>Unable to resist the curiosity, you put the question of why to him.
>All he says is that you seem solid enough, but the respectful acceptance in his eyes is all the affirmation you need.

>>28471642


> AJ turns to Apple Bloom and the other girls, changing the subject by asking if they think you’ve enjoyed your stay.
>All three of them nod vigorously, each interrupting each other with confirming stories of your evident happiness.
>Sweetie Belle speaks of the fun she’d had just hanging out with you at Sonic’s, right after the tubing trip.
>Apple Bloom cites, among others, the tubing trip itself as evidence of the good times you’d had.
>Scootaloo, wanting her own tale, speaks of the skateboarding on that first full day, before he messed up.
>Putting the blame on you for your injuries is enough to get her a thump on the head from the other girls, who say that whole issue was her fault, not yours.
>The ensuing conflict is sorted out by a chuckling Bailey and AJ, the latter of whom is visibly glad.
>She explains the situation fully to Bailey, who’d only heard the barebones of it.
>Bailey thinks it’s great, telling her so.
>She goes on to say that it’s always good to have some friendly help around, especially a cute cousin;
> at this last part, she nudges AJ, winking multiple times.
>AJ, flustered, slaps her hand away, then avoids the snickering looks of the others by turning to Anon.

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>>28471649


> AJ walks over to you, a serious look on her face.

> “Hey Big Mac. Can I talk to Anon for a second?”

> “Eeyup.”
>Your oldest cousin stands up and trades places with her, finding himself in the midst of a cloud of girls.
>Apple Bloom looks straight at you with a hopeful smile, where all the others immediately begin drawing Big Mac into their conversation.
>You give her a similar smile, then turn back to the girl in front of you.

“What’s up?”
>She looks off to the side, as if steeling herself, then focuses on you.

> “Anon, I want to ask you something.”
>You know what she was gonna say, but the very clear seriousness, made evident by her careful, accent-suppressed speech, tells you that you should assume the same.

“Uh, ok.”
>Her green eyes, bigger than you remember, pour into you as she speaks:

> “Do you want to go home?”

“No.”
>The answer is solid and firm, all alternatives unthinkable.

> “Do you want to stay?”

“Yes.”
>She nods, the relief in her eyes visible.

> “Ok, I was hoping you’d say so.
>”We’ve been talking it through, and we’d like to invite you to stay with us.”
>She seems pretty excited to give you the news, but is able to treat it seriously, given that it’s pretty important.
>The offer, though already foreseen, somehow feels entirely new when it’s given by the official spokesperson of the family.
>She proceeds to give you a rundown of the work you’d be doing this summer and during the coming school year, as well as basic information about the town and what it’d be like to live there.
>You can’t help but grin, bobbing your head as she explains, no promise of hard work or worry of fitting in able to dispel that brilliant happiness of the brightest future opening up before you.

>>28471609
>chilled
swing and a miss. oh well, this is not delicious grape juice story, this is cute cousin story.
>>28471649
oh Scoots

>>28471602
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>>28471655
Zoo Wee Mama, what a fantastic and huge update. Once again, never fail to impress and Blessed by the gods

>>28475109
that is unusually cute

>>28471655


> “Ya think you can handle all that?
>”We’ll try not to make it too hard on you, but we still gotta a lotta work to do here.”
>Instantly you assure her that you can.

“Absolutely, you can count on me.”
>She gives you a little smile, then methodically moves on to the next portion of the plan:

> “Perfect.”
>There’s a small moment between now and the next stage of her plan, a moment of relief and satisfaction for the first success.
> “So, now we gotta figure out how to get your parents to say yes.
>”Ah know they’re not exactly on your side, so Ah’m not real sure on how we oughta bring this to them.
>”You got any ideas?”
>Immediately you jump on the opportunity to explain the multiple of plans that have been coursing throughout your mind during the day.
>You explain the initial circumstances of you being only a little way away from adult age, and the eventual freedom you’ll have.
>Following that minor bit of stage-setting, you expound upon the central plans, involving a politeness, a pretense of coming back, and likening to a popular boarding school where you’d learn real world skills.
>She raises her hand to the back of her neck and scratches lightly:

> “That all sounds fine and good, but Ah’m a little against bein’ dishonest with her.
>”Promising to come back and planning otherwise…
>” seems a bit wrong.”

“True, true. But remember who these people are, AJ.”
>You almost grit your teeth as you try to defend your plan.

>>28478510


“These aren’t caretakers, and they’re only parents because they banged, not because they raised a kid.
“They lost their right to any power over me a long time ago, and the way I see it, the power they currently have might as well be stolen, seeing as it certainly doesn’t belong to them.
”This isn’t a peaceful attempt to transfer rights;
” this is reclamation.
“And I’ll take that power from them any way I can.”
>Your fists clench as your impassioned account of the injustice done to you pours out.
>AJ only looks sorrowful, and places one of her hands on your right fist.
>The tender appeal, the familial touch reaches you, calmness beginning to work its way through fiery veins.

> “Anon, you don’t have to convince me that they’re bad parents.
>”But they’re still people, and Ah don’t want you to ruin any relationship you might with them in the future.”
>She shakes her head, the confusion on your face telling her that her point isn’t being made.
> “What Ah mean is that… Ah don’t know.
>”They’re still your parents, even if they’re bad ones.
>”Ah don’t think you should burn that bridge if you don’t have to.”
>Another fire rises in you, a louder retort of the lack of parenthood in your mother and father prepared, but then you figure it out.
>She lost her parents for good, and was trying to protect you from that.
>You breathe in heavily, not sure of what to say.
>No way are your parents and you ever going to be fine, but maybe you could at least meet her halfway.

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>>28478514


“How about this: I’ll use it as a last resort.”
>She looks up, the sad look on her face slightly brightening at the partial success.
“I still have to get out of there, no question about it.
”But I’ll do my best to be diplomatic, and be honest until there’s no other option.”
>She still looks hesitant, but understands your position.

> “Ok,”
> she says, accepting your compromise.
>The two of you sit still for a while, the weight of the moment falling heavily on both shoulders.
>You and her glance at each other every once in a while, you seeking strength and she seeking to provide.
>Closing your eyes, you just breath in the warm air, the happy sounds of a fading party.
>AJ’s voice comes through the sweet darkness, still sounding somber.

> “So, when are you gonna ask?”
>Before, the call was just a plan, hanging harmlessly in abstraction.
>But AJ brings it into the plan, giving it a repulsive reality.
>The hideous importance of it is only matched by the dread of it:
> so much hangs on that conversation, and every moment between you and it threatens the precarious hope placed upon it.
>You have to get rid of it as soon as possible;
> concerns over timing are too far from you, the need to do it soon and to avoid that train tomorrow forces your answer.

“Soon as I can. Left my phone at home, so I’ll do it when we go back.”
>You pause, not sure of the intended timeline.
“Uh, when are we going?”

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>>28478523


>The seriousness of the situation is not lost on AJ, as well as the understanding that if you wait for too long, courage might fail or the parent called might be bothered by the lateness.

> “We can go now if you want. It’s kind of wrapping up anyway.”
>You nod.

“Yeah, I’d appreciate that.”
>She stands up, a slight smile on her face from her happiness at being able to give you this small blessing.
>She motions over to her family, but only Big Mac sees and responds.
>He gets up slowly, like a lumbering giant waking from a mythical slumber.
>Apple Bloom, so engrossed in the conversation with her fellows and Bailey, doesn’t notice the motion or Big Mac.
>You head over, both to deliver the message and to say your goodbyes to the CMC.

“C’mon, Apple Bloom, we’re heading out.”

> “Awww, already?”
>The partially suppressed tragedy in your face is all the answer she needs.
>Sensing something important’s up, she gets up and walks over to you, her side touching yours.
>She gives her friends a cheerful goodbye, which you follow up:

“Alright, it was great meeting you guys.”
>Scootaloo pipes up with visible concern.

> “Wait, are you leaving-leaving?”
> she asks, doubling the word, like when kids define love as ‘like-like.’

>>28478539
>filename
snert

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>>28478539
>Absolutely happening

>>28482230
awww two best pones together again

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>>28478539


“Yeah, this is my last day.
“I’m heading out tomorrow morning.”
>You didn’t intend to say this, knowing that you might not have to, but some part of you can’t bring yourself to accept the reality you so desperately long for.
>Here, Sweetie Belle includes herself in Scootaloo’s concern.
>Weird;
> you didn’t really think that she had liked you that much.
>But the worry can be seen in her eyes as she asks:

> “But I thought you were staying?
>”You’re gonna come back, right?”
>You drop a heavy sigh, trying to cling to your hope.

“That’s what I’m hoping to do.
“Still, it might not happen.
”So, uh-“
> your rhetoric is rapidly failing, the smoothness you try to present falling apart.
>You take a second to make sure your voice doesn’t crack, then continue:
“Uh, if I don’t, it was great meeting you guys.”
>Both of them rocket off the couch, wrapping you in tight hugs.
>Sweetie Belle says nothing, letting the hug speak for itself.
>Scootaloo augments the message with a caring insult:

> “You’d better come back, you big dweeb.”
>There’s a pause between the two clauses, the insult obviously tacked on to avoid appearing too mushy.
>You’ve actually come to feel sort of close with Scootaloo.
>She wasn’t your best friend, and you still didn’t know a whole lot about her, but you’d had quite a bit of fun on account of her.
>She was pretty cool to hang out with, and was actually pretty sweet if you could see through her front, which was usually pretty easy.
>Hugging both girls you promise an eventual return and future adventures.
>The four of you walk to the front door, but you can’t quite bring yourself to exit.

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>>28483032


> Turning back, you see the two younger girls staring at you, their heads popping over a deep blue couch.
>Scootaloo’s hands are on the edge of it, her mouth resting somewhere between where her thumbs are.
>Bright lavender eyes peek out from above, wide as ever.
>Her gaze, even under you catching her is constant;
> she attempts to hide a little bit, but only ducks down an inch or so, wanting to keep you in view.
>Her hair is messy, the rampant exercise unsettling an already casual style.
>The little crinkle in her eyes tells you that she’s smiling, though she’d never admit it.
>Your perfect cousin aside, you really hope you’d get to come back, just for a good friend like her.

> More overtly sweet, the well-named other girl is simultaneously less embarrassed and less cutely affectionate.
>Sweetie Belle wasn’t as fun to be around as Scootaloo was, but she was still pretty cool.
>The few moments you’d gotten to spend just hanging with her, she’d been pretty chill.
>And it was apparent that she was a nice girl, definitely somebody who could be counted on.
>Her left arm lies horizontally on the top of the couch, the hand touching her right elbow;
> her right arm extends upwards, the hand holding her chin.
>She doesn’t look bored, just a little sleepy;
> the smile, below cool green eyes, is a friendly one.
>Raising her head, she frees her hand, allowing it to wave goodbye to you.
>Scootaloo imitates Sweetie, proudly lifting her head up;
> but instead of waving, she merely nods and smirks at you.
>Yeah, that was more or less the goodbye you expected.
>You raise your own hand in goodbye, an earnest thankfulness in your smile.
>Then you turn, and exit the house.

>>28483036


> Somewhere between the easy relaxation after your nap and now, the air had become heavier, weighing on your shoulders like some thick mantle.
>You don’t say much on the car ride home, only looking out into the evening sky.
>It’s not dark, though you feel it ought to be;
> a brilliant sunset, a little early, goes unappreciated into your sight.
>In the backseat with Apple Bloom, her hand finds yours, squeezing gently.
>The stress of the situation, the inevitable confrontation is tearing you apart, such that even these beautiful things can only seem tragically temporary.
>The soft warmth in her hand keeps you from really falling apart, but the ravaging torrent within you remains untamed.
>The bumps in the road toss you up and down.
>Just a little bit longer.
>You squeeze Apple Bloom’s hand back, tightly.
>Just a little bit longer.

> The crunch of gravel welcomes you home, and you hop out.
>The tension, the coursing adrenaline within you, blinds you to everything but the plan, and you leap out of the car.
>Arriving at the door, you impatiently tap your foot, waiting for the key-bearer to allow entrance.
>AJ walks up and opens the door without the key, having kept it unlocked.
>You don’t pause to thank her or wonder why:
> there’s only the need for your phone, and the need to get past any of the obstacles.
>Some part of you wonders if you’re being rude, grieves over the probability that you are.
>But every moment that passes is a moment where your world is hanging by a thread, able to fall at every second.
>Bad news is better than the wait; and so you rocket to your room, and fish your phone out.
>After dialing the first four numbers, Apple Bloom enters your room.

>>28483044


> You ask her if she’s gonna be there for the call, hoping she will be.

> “Yes,”
> she replies, bringing a warmth to you.
>You dial the fifth number, then stop, distracted by your cousin.
> “Hold on.”
>You complete the stoppage, setting the phone down at your side.
> “I don’t think you should call your mom just yet.”
>Right now, you feel like an old man, beaten down before you’ve even begun.
>Exhaustion sets upon you, the phone an unliftable weight right now.
>Meanwhile, the sad eyes of Apple Bloom seem older, but in a different sense.
>Heavy with wisdom, she sits down beside you, and takes both of your hands in hers.
>She seats herself more fully on your bed, crossing her legs in front of her.
>She asks you to do the same, and you mirror her position.
>Both arms rest on knees, hands meeting in the center to connect the two of you.
>Her head leans forward, not for a kiss, but to press her forward into yours.
>For a while, neither of you speaks.
>You just sit there, holding your Apple Bloom, breathing heavily.

> You try to follow her relaxed breathing, but find yourself hyperventilating.
>Her hand moves up to your face, caressing it, not unlike the way you touched her earlier.
>She whispers to you:

> “sh sh sh sh sh…”
> her voice fading off, the tone calming you down.
>You try again to breathe in as deeply and even as her, and eventually succeed.
>She opens her eyes and lifts up your chin, and you open your eyes in response.
>“Anon, I love you. It’s gonna be ok.”

>>28483052
yeah shit i feel that feel tremendously.

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>>28483052
She's a wonderful angel. I love this.

Thanks again, SG.

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>>28483052
oh baby, it's goin' down
Bloomy really is an angle that can calm a sea of emotions. Thank you again

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>>28486804
>an angle
an acute one

I like Sweetie Belle better.

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I want to marry Apple Bloom.

>>28487624
Well write us some sweetiegreen! i think we'd all enjoy hearing some soft marshmallow adventures

>>28493625
i can't not see a boob grab
>yer growin' up, sugarcube!

>>28494465
>Also you strangely got a big chest and no lef arm.

>>28486888
really acute

>>28497186
like one fuckin degree

>>28497556
Damn that's acute

delicious blank flank

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>>28502961
>will you wear it?
>we made it just for you!
>Yeah, wear this and just this!

>>28483052


> You hold onto that embrace, just trying to relax.
>Your breaths slow, matching the cadence she’s set.
>Her warms breaths fall, partly dissipated, on your chin and upper neck.
>It’s shocking how that feeling, so small and hard to be noticed, can feel so intimate.
>The small warmth of her breathe somehow cuts through all the other sensations, cutting through the thick haze so steadily renewed in you.
>You look into her eyes sadly, letting her calming gaze capture you.

> “This is something my sister taught me,”
> she informs you, the corner of her mouth lifted up in a small smile, proud of her knowledge.
> “Just breathe slowly for a minute.”
>You protest, not yet giving her your full trust.

“But, I gotta…”
> She puts her finger to your lips, this time with a big smile.

> “No no no no no, ya gotta do what Ah say.”
>The playful way she goes about it ends up being the right thing to do.
>She’s glad to see your returning smile, knowing that she was gambling on it being welcomed, instead of an annoyance.
>This isn’t a moment you thought you’d welcome fun, even in such a small portion, but somehow, it’s just the right thing to distract you from the crushing pressure of the moment.
>Your smile is a weak one, but genuine.

“Alright, Apple Bloom. What do I do?”

> “I want you to feel your feet.”
>She says, moving to a Buddha-like position, with her legs crossed.
>Her eyes are closed, so she misses your confused expression as you grab your feet with your hands.
>Awkwardly, you stay there and hold them for a few seconds.

>>28505850


>Having no verbal confirmation, she opens her eyes to see you, with crossed legs and feet grabbed.
>The sight is a little silly to her, as her snickering suggests.

> “Sorry, Ah didn’t mean –“
> she chuckles, trying hard to stop and continue the serious teaching
>“-Ah didn’t mean that.
>”Ummmm…”
>She closes her eyes and touches her lip with her forefinger, trying to remember.
>Then, eyes opening wide:
> “Ah mean, just try to describe the feeling of your feet.
>”Like, are they hot or cold, comfy or uncomfortable, stuff like that.”
>Her head nods, the excitement of teaching crossed with the attempt to be coldly didactic, resulting in a very unconventional teaching style.
> “Try curling your toes and uncurling your toes.”
>You think real hard about the sensations of your feet, trying to come up with the words to describe it.

“Um, I guess they’re a bit cold.
“Not cold enough for socks, just a bit chilly.
“Big toe kinda hurts, probably from my shoe.
“It doesn’t fit super well.”
>You say whatever you can think of, not entirely sure what you’re supposed to be doing in the first place.
>She, however, is fully aware of her success:
> you aren’t thinking of your family at all.
>Adrenaline decreasing, your mind is now focused on both your feet and coming up with mundane observations of such.
>Seeing her nod happily, you feel encouraged, and keep up the odd assignment.

> “Alright, good.
>”Now, um…”
>She can’t remember the step after this.
>Going along with the general theme, she improvises:
> “Tell me about the room.
>”What’s it like?”
>It’s slowly dawning on you that she’s trying to distract you.
>Again, you attempt to go along with her, partly due to its success, partly because it’s her.

>>28505859


“Well, the air is nice and cool.
“It smells like…

“ apples, I guess.
“We’re both sitting on the bed, which has a comforter on it.
“The comforter’s, um, got little pictures or drawings or whatever of apples on it…
“My cell phone’s in my hand.”
>You take a moment, shaking your head to get away from the subject that pulls you closer to the edge.
“The walls still have those apples on it, that weird papery wallpaper.
“The floor’s red and green, with a maroon rug over there.
“The lights evening, I mean it’s coming from the evening, I mean-“
> you stop yourself, the stress reducing your words to a jumble.
“The evening light’s coming through the drapes, giving a soft amber glow to the room.
“Kinda like your eyes.”
>She lights up, grinning at the attention; your face flushes at the same moment, like an embarrassed kid after having revealed a crush.
“Uh, my phone is vibrating,”
> you say, partly out of observation, partly in response to the sudden resurgence of the phone’s importance.

> You hold it up to your face, checking the words on the bright white screen.
>It’s just one of your acquaintances, hitting you up for a night out.
>One small “no” texted back, you looked at your Apple Bloom, more grim than before.

> “I think I oughta make the call now.
”Don’t worry, I’m feeling better.”
>At the mention of the inevitable call, her face falls slightly, but she maintains a hopeful visage for your sake.
>A hand reaches out and softly grabs your hand, the one with the phone in it.
>Her earnest eyes are the precursor to one final request.

>>28505869


> “Can we pray about it first?”
>Your heart heavy with doubt over the success that once seemed unstoppable, the notion doesn’t seem like the worst.
>It’s not like it could hurt.
>You nod your head, and allow her hands to grasp both of your own.
>The phone falls to the bed, the soft *pomf* initiating her compassionate words:

> “Father God, please bless the request of my cousin.
>”Please give us success, please let him stay with us, please let him stay with me.”
>The words are earnest and clear, the heartfelt plea clear in what you usually thought was an emotionless, mechanical ritual.
> “Please let him stay with us, God.”
>Bluster and pomp are left behind, only the simple need of a young girl remaining in the words.
>The heartbreak hidden in each syllable suddenly takes a change for the brighter, the hope in the next portion surprising you.
> “And if you don’t allow him to stay, thank you for letting him be here at all, God.
>”Thank you so much for introducing me and the rest of us to him, and for giving me this awesome, amazing, perfect week.”
>At each adjective, she squeezes your hand, the sound of the words noticeable altered by the smile of the grateful Apple.
> “And if he goes, please let him come back as soon as possible. In Jesus’ name, Amen.”
>She opens her eyes at the same time as you, nodding her head and gulping.
>Tentatively, you pick up your phone, and dial your mother’s number.
>You hit ‘Call,’ and the phone begins ringing.

ha, mindfulness techniques. I find those work for me best because it provides a punishment for getting too worked up. if I get frazzled I know I'll have to shut my brain off and focus on boring stuff like the position of body parts for however long that's supposed to take, so I just don't get that anxious. i think. if i remember.
best bloom. good girl.

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>>28505873
making me tear up. You did good.