The door being gently closed caused the massive stallion to look up, seeing his oldest younger sister enter the farmhouse. She wordlessly sat opposite him, and he slid across a cool mug of cider. They didn't say anything, just sat there drinking before the mare spoke up. “How's Bloom?”

“She wanted to go back to t' library, stay with Sky. Ah told 'er that he needed time alone after today.”

“Yeah... well he ain't alone. Shy is staying there whilst Twi's in Canterlot. That don't bother you none, does it Mac?”

“Nnope. Me an' Miss Shy are still friends. We jus' didn't mesh, that's all.”

“Ya mean she didn't put out, right? You stallions are all the same, only after one thing.”

“Actually... it was me. Ah was the one that didn't... 'put out'.” Just the look on his face was enough to tell Applejack that he was telling the truth, and she didn't even bother trying to wipe the grin from her muzzle. “Don't matter none now anyways, Ah with somepony that's... teaching me to treat a mare right.”

“Seriously Mac? After what AB and her friends put y'all through, you're givin' it another go?”

“Eeyup. By t' way, we got guests tonight. Effie is in with Bloom, an' you're sharing ya bed with that other 'bolt. Ah'm sure ya won't mind.”

“Mac, Ah told you... that Ah was jus' curious back then. Mares don't do it for me, pure an' simple.”

“Keep tellin' yerself that. Ah'll send those magazines back an' cancel the subscription, shall Ah?”

“How the hay do you know about them?”

“Noticed ya missing a few issues yet? Best beat me to t' mail on Tuesday, or Ah'm taking it.” Applejack downed the rest of her cider and got up, punching Mac in the shoulder as she walked past.

“Ya best leave them alone, or Ah'll get yer mare to give ya detention!” She ignored the chuckle from her brother, and made her way to her room. Her brain sputtered to a stop when she saw the mare on her bed, one of her booklets held in her hoof. “Do ya mind? Those are private!”

“Well... the least they could do is get a better model. There is no way my flank is that fat! Don't you think so?” The covers were thrown from the bed, Spitfire showing her rump to the mare in the doorway, whose cheeks were suddenly pink. “Oh come on! It's just a joke! It's been a long day, how about we just go to sleep?”

The magazine was discarded and the covers thrown back over the pegasus, Applejack then lying down above them. “Aww, you're no fun! You don't expect me to stay under here all alone do you? I might get... cold.”

“Yer under t' covers. You ain't gonna get cold.”

“I'm just teasing, I heard you talking to your brother. Look, I'm not going to do anything, so just get into bed.” Applejack shuffled around until she was lying back to back with Spitfire, who was just drifting off when her eyes suddenly shot open as a hoof brushed her flank. “I thought you said mares don't do it for you?”

“Ah... may not 'ave told t' whole truth, Ah like stallions jus' as much. An' Ah don't mind a bit of... experimentation every now an' then.” The mares rolled over and faced each other, Applejack coming to one conclusion. Spitfire was hot, and not just because her mane looked like it was on fire. The farm mare let out a soft gasp as her gesture was returned.

“We... can just sleep if you want. I'll sleep on top of the covers. This is your bed after all, and...” A orange hoof was placed over her muzzle as the other one undid the red ribbon, a long blonde mane draping around the farm mare's shoulders.

“Sugarcube... we ain't gonna need any covers tonight.” Spitfire gave a happy moan as her bedfellow pushed closer and kissed her fervently.

You slowly went from dreaming to that muzzy not awake yet state. You were lying on your back, and could feel somepony pressed against your right side, feeling their warm breaths against your neck. You cracked open your eyes and glance down at Fluttershy, who was lying on her front with her head resting on your shoulder, a wing across your chest. You placed your head back against the pillow, unwilling to get up from such a comfortable position.

And then your body took over, and you tried to fight against it's reaction, but to little avail. And as if the world wanted to prove that this day wasn't going to go well, Fluttershy rolled in her sleep... on top of you. Her eyes shot open when she pressed against something you hoped she wouldn't. “S-s-s-sky. Are y-y-y-you...”

“I'm sorry! I... didn't expect... that to happen.” The mare slid off you and pulled up the covers, allowing you to remain hidden. She glanced back over her shoulders at her own wings, cheeks turning red as she saw them at half spread. “It's um... the first time... I've woken up in bed with a mare that wasn't Effie or my mom.”

“Who's Effie?” Oh right, she wouldn't know that name! The reason your family used it was so that she could go about her daily life without constant interruptions from fans of the Wonderbolts. So there was no way that... “Do you mean Fleetfoot?” Okay, you've underestimated another pony in this town, the first being your absent host.

“Yeah... b-b-but that hasn't happened since we were foals!” You grinned sheepishly as the mare giggled at you, then turned to the night stand. She picked up the piece of paper and read it over.

“Twilight said she doesn't know when she'll be back, so we're welcome to use whatever we want. She's also left some bits in case we need to buy more stuff. You just stay there and... um, 'calm down'. I'll go start breakfast.” She made her way over to the door, then looked back over her shoulder at you... catching you staring at her flanks. “Um...”

You quickly avert your gaze, but it then settled on the poster of Spitfire on your wall. You glance out the corner of your eye as you hear Fluttershy giggle, catching the mare walking out whilst swaying her hips. Calm down indeed, that just put the image in your mind. The sound of market stalls being set up provided a nice distraction, and ten minutes later you hobbled down the stairs and into the kitchen, just as Fluttershy was setting out some pancakes.

You can't help but smile at the cute little pink apron she was wearing, and with a giggle she flapped over, dragging you to the table, sliding a high stacked plate in front of you. You felt the blush rise as she kissed your cheek, turning away with a smile and started to wash the dishes. You noticed something wrong and furrowed your brow. “Fluttershy, are you not eating?”

“Oh no, I'll have something later. Those are for you.” She watched you with surprise as you grab another plate, slide half of your pile onto it and set down on the place next to you. “Sky, I'm fine...”

“Please?” You give her your best puppy dog eyes, and she sighed softly, turning the tap of and joining you at the table. You both ate in silence, occasionally glancing at each other. You could feel the heat in your cheeks and saw the blush on her face every time your gazes met, and you'd both start a staring match with the opposite wall. You never won.

Once you were finished eating, amidst much protest from the soft spoken mare, you cleared the table and cleaned up the kitchen after shooing Fluttershy out. How you managed to persuade her to let you work you didn't know, but you were thankful she did. After putting the kitchenware down on the table, as you didn't know where Twilight stored them, you trotted back out into the main room, where Fluttershy was reading the morning paper.

You glance around at the bookshelves, trying to get something to catch your eye, but there's only so much reading you can take in a week. You sit down on the couch with a sigh, eyes closed. You open them again when you feel another pony close, finding Fluttershy looking concerned at you. “Sky, what's wrong? Please, tell me.”

“I...” You knew what you wanted, but didn't think she would think it's a good idea. You were going to try though. “I'm fed up of being cooped up inside! It was either here or the hospital, only going to other places for awhile! I want to go outside for some time! Please, Fluttershy... can we go for a walk?” Multiple emotions play across her face, the main one being concern, before she heaves a sigh, and nods her head.

“Okay... but not a word to Twilight! Where... um, would you like to go?”

“Sweet Apple Acres.”

All the ponies you had passed had just given you wary stares, but a stern glare from Fluttershy and they soon gave up, letting you reach your destination in relative peace. You only slipped once, which was a plus. It had been a few years since you were last at the farm, and you marvelled at how much land it encompassed. Rows upon rows of apple trees were laid out before you, and you smiled as the memories of chasing and being chased by your two cousins with water bombs when you were foals crossed your mind.

“LOOK OUT BELOW!!!” You quickly jump to your left, hoping to avoid whatever it was. There was a splash just to your left as something blue fell from the sky and into the farm's pond. A moment later a pegasus mare's head with a rainbow mane broke the surface, smiling over at you and Fluttershy. She got out of the water and shook off, then trotted towards you. “Sky, you've gotta go back to town!”

“Um, why?”

“It's a surprise, but a good one! Come on!” You didn't want to, there was a reason you wanted to go to the farm, and that was to see your family. Dash seemed to know what you were thinking, and started to tug you into the air. “Everypony is waiting for you!” With a small giggle from behind, you felt hooves push into your flank, Fluttershy getting you airborne.

It took awhile, as before yesterday, you hadn't flown for two weeks, but eventually you touched down in the town square. It was as busy as the day before, but the gathered ponies looked more scared than anything, and they weren't looking at you. It was then you noticed gold glinting amongst the crowd and from the rooftops, and with a glance you spotted at least twenty Royal Guards.

You met the gaze of Applebloom in the crowd with her friends, who pointed behind you with a hoof and smile. Well, it couldn't be that bad, and you fell to your flank in shock upon seeing the pony behind you. Taller than Big Macintosh, with wings more powerful than even Spitfire, and a magical ability that was rival by just three other ponies. She leant down her long neck, and gently bopped the tip of your muzzle with a hoof. “Good morning, my little pony.”

You got one good look into Princess Celestia's eyes before yours snapped shut, and you felt the ground come up and meet your muzzle.

Author's Note

Hey guys, sorry it's been a while for this to come. As a few of you know, I've been busy with another story...

So I'm trying to leave that one behind and update my others. I know it's a short one, but it's better than nothing, right?

Also, I have no idea where the SpitJack/AppleFire came from!