You are awake… kind of, you’re conscious at least but your body refuses to respond, like you’re in a limbo of sorts. In your half-conscious state, you feel a sensation of sorts encasing your body as you try to wake up.

‘Umm... am I wet?’

‘Geez dude… you’re a guy.’

You sigh, ‘I know that! Did I ever say that I was wet in the loins? No, I'm actually wet.’

Your brain laughs, ‘Maybe that’s how this horde infects you. With a zombie bite, you turn into one of them so maybe if-’

‘If your implying that I'm turning into a woman then let me just stop you there.’ The sensation grows more and more evident to your senses, ‘Can’t you feel it? We are wet.’

‘Gross.’

‘Quit fucking around! We need to wake up, something’s wrong.’

‘Like how wet you are.’

‘Yeah, that’s getting pretty old, now can you wake me up or somethi- AGHH!’ The sensation that encases your thoughts grew ever so cold, seeping into your head then slowly crept down your spine. Soon, it came to be unbearable as you slip back into a void.

You bolt upright, shivering from the sensation that still tickles your nerves. ‘What the hell was that?’ You look up and cop a face full of water, ‘Oh… it’s raining.’

You hear the continuous rippling sound from the waters impact on the roof of the barn… that seems to be exactly where you are. You pat you body all over and feel that you are soaked from head to toe in icy rain water.

‘Oh fuck it’s raining!’ You your head turns and your eyes scan for Spike through the darkness. There... he seems to be completely devoid of any effects apart from his green hair falling flat over his eyes and even through all the noise of the rain, his snoring can still be heard.

‘Hey, uhh... it turns out you were right.’

‘No shit.’

‘So you mind getting me indoors? I'm freezing my ass off up here.’

‘Yeah, but I'm bringing Spike, no way in hell I'm leaving him up here.’

Your brain sighs, ‘If you must.’ You heave yourself up from the cold tiled roof of the barn and pick up Spike, preparing to abandon ship.

‘We can just jump down right? It’s not that far.’

‘If you break your leg or something then it’s you own fault.’

‘Yeah, yeah, I know-woah! Totally rethinking this.' You look down off the edge of the barn and notice that you cant see the ground at this time. You would be able to get down if Spike weren't in your grasp but unfortunately, he was.

'Hey, you know there's this cool thing called gravity?'

'I'm not dropping him off the edge.'

'C'mon, if the rain doesn't wake him up then there's no way a little fall will get to him. Think about it, it's him or us.'

Sighing, you think, 'What I hate most about this is that it makes sense.' You look at the teenager you hold in you arms, 'And I suppose if you do happen to wake up then I can just say you fell.' You gulp, peering over the edge into the dark abyss, 'Bon voyage little buddy.'

With all your might, you heave Spike from your grasp and plunge him over the edge and into the darkness waiting below. 'Now that's dealt with.'

You peer over the edge of the roof to see that his head smashed into a wooden crate that was lying idly on the ground.

‘…there was one thing on the ground. ONE THING! And you manage to score a direct hit.’

‘I was shooting blindly.’

‘Well open your eyes for a change and you might get something right for a change.’

‘Hey!’ You sharpen the tone of your thoughts, ‘You’re the brains of this operation so don’t blame me for your mistakes.’

‘I… I have nothing to say about that.’

‘Nothing helpful at least, now get us down from here.’

You swing yourself over the edge and hold onto the gutter, with you momentum, you launch onto a pile of neatly stacked wooden crates.

Your face holds a smug grin, 'Nailed it.'

The pile begins to wobble like it was a game of Jenga. You can feel it, back and forth, back and forth until suddenly.

CRASH

…no response. ‘Excellent,’ You stumble out of the pile of wood crates keeping you near-miss from yesterday in mind. You pick up your friend, which may now be slightly concussed, and carry him into the barn.

You gently place Spike on a bale of hay and begin searching for any tools or supply’s. You shiver, ‘Or some dry clothes.’ But like outside, it’s as murky as the bottom of the ocean, severely reducing sight.

After a brief search, you manage to dig out an old blanket from it’s dusty grave and flick the dust off. You take all your clothes off (except for your undies), wrap yourself in the blanket’s fluffy goodness and fall asleep again in an oversized wheelbarrow, safe and dry.

Three Hours Later…

Awake again, groaning at the prospect of waking up and being playing sex tag during rutting season. You recall the events of last night, ‘Right, Spikes head.’

You raise yourself from the wheelbarrow and part with blanket to go and check on him. There, he’s sleeping… with a rope tying him to a wooden column.

‘…did I do that?’

‘Like you’d know how to tie a knot, you struggle with shoelaces.’

‘That was one time, leave it alone.’

You hear a sigh, ‘Until next time.’

You look around for the rope wrangler thinking, ‘Maybe someone tied him up and left him there for later, like a spider with a fly.’

‘Well,’ You think, ‘whoever it was, it wasn’t Applejack, she’s over there sleeping on the bench with her limbs tied up.’ Reminding you of yesterday with Spike at Pinkie’s.

Still look out the barn door and see that it’s almost dawn, when it hits you, ‘Wait… Applejack? Why was she on the bench anyways?’ You look back and see four ropes lying uselessly on the four corners of the bench, with no Applejack.

You sigh before you’re struck from behind with a wooden plank making your lose consciousness.

Later…

Receiving a face full of water, you hear, “Up an’ at ‘em lazy bones! We don’t got much time.”

“Huh…?” You open your eyes and notice your visions as foggy as Froggy Bottom Bog. You wriggle you body, taking into awareness that your body is hog-tied and your clothes, well… they didn’t stick around for the party.

Your captor laughs triumphantly, “I suggest ya forget about strugglin’ sugarcube, your going to need your strength for what I got in store for ya.” She winked.

‘Great,’ You skulk, ‘My arms are bound to my legs and my clothes decided to run off somewhere, and I cant do a damned thing about it.’

You shake your head to clear your vision. Now getting a clear view of Applejack, she was wearing an orange and white checked shirt with it being shortened by a knot an inch below her bosom. She also wore a pair of needlessly short blue denim pants and of course, her Stetson hat.

You struggle again, giving off another chuckle from Applejack, “Sorry. Ah wouldn’t have ya like this if I hadn’t heard of what ya did to Rainbow.”

She knelt down, holding her 'private apples' in front of your face, “Wouldn’t want anythin’ happening to ma' girls now would I?” You shake your head. “Coz if you try anythin’, y’all regret it.” She looked meaningfully at your private area.

“Now,” She cut the rope that held your hands and feet together whilst still keeping them tied to their respective groups, “Get ready ‘cause I'm- uhh, I'm going to buck you into next week.” She said, sounding slightly unsure of herself.

“Applejack?” You ask, “I know it’s rutting season and all but,” You clear your throat, “Have you… ever done this before?”

She scoffed, “O’ course I have! What would make ya think otherwise? Ya know, there was this one time-” She began, trying desperately to prove her point whilst you wrestled with the ropes on your arms.

“-an’ I had him tied up and everything,” She thought for a moment, “just like now I suppose, but you aint’ drunk so I suppose this aint’ really the same as-”

Your commanding voice cuts her off, “Applejack,” She shuts up, “for your information I really don’t care, nor do I need the details. But I still don’t believe you little Miss ‘element of honesty’.”

“First of all, you are a terrible liar and second of all,” You look into here emerald eyes, “I know you, and I know that you wouldn’t do that because you have eyes for somebody.”

You continue, still looking into her beautiful eyes, “I have eyes for somebody too, Applejack, and I’d be betraying her if I let you go through with this, and you would be betraying your special someone too.”

She was trembling as she looked down upon you, staring up at her, you let her tears fall down onto your naked body, “Your right,” She sobbed, “Your right. Just like always, your right.”

‘You really are a true gentleman, you know that right?’

‘No, actually, that’s probably the first time I've ever heard it from somebody that isn’t myself… its too bad you are me.’

‘So who was it?’

‘What?’

‘The girl who has actually managed to catch your eye, who is she?’

You blissfully smile for a moment, staring at the cowgirl trying to withhold her tears, ‘We’re looking at her.’

‘That… kinda makes a load of sense when you think about it I guess.’ Mr Brain replied sounding slightly off-put.

‘Yeah well, shut up and let me enjoy the moment... and I thought you would already have known that?’ You thought as you continued your heart-warming embrace.

“Hey, what’s going on here!?” A childish voice practically screamed from his fixed position against the pillar, “You told me that you don’t want to have sex during this week, neither should I. So why are you!?”

“Does it look like AJ and I are having at eachother?” You say through your teeth, mumbling just loud enough for him to hear you, “Geez, trust you to ruin a heartfelt moment.”

“Hey!” His voice turned to anger (or as angry as Spike can sound), “I happen to be the cause of most heartfelt moment.”

“Meaning what?” You sneer, “You’re the most insecure or the bunch?”

Spike was about to think of some witty comeback before Applejack stepped in, “Could you two jus’ quit it!”

She knelt down and began to untie your feel after finally realising you had broken free of her hand-bindings, “Listen, if your gonna survive out there then I suggest y’all behave an’ get along.”

You feel the rope loosen from your feet and you get free and stand up, “By the way, Applejack?”

“Hmm?”

“Where are my clothes?”

“Oh!” Her face brightened like a cherry, “T- they’re over b-behind the wheelbarrow.”

“Right,” You walk to where she instructed and put them on, now feeling a sense of self-security again. “Spike, get ready, we’re leaving.”

“Fine," Spike snapped, "I'm ready when you are.”

“Oh, right,” You grumble, “Applejack never took off your clothes.”

Applejack’s face had somehow turned even redder as she attempted to put on a pouting face, “Y’all jus’ scram before I change mah mind.”

Spike saluted briefly, “Yes ma’am Applejack.”

“Right,” You say, opening the large wooden door, allowing the blinding light of day in, “Lets go.”

“Wait.” Applejack said quietly, her tone suddenly matching one which would be used by Fluttershy, “About that the girl who caught your eye,” her gaze met the floor, “can… can ya’ tell me who she is?”

You gently hold her chin and lift her emerald gaze to meet your, “She happens to be an apple farmer, much like yourself.”

Applejack smiled and put a hand to her hip, “Oh really? Do I know her?”

“You have no idea how close.”

“Oh really? Because I think I'm starting to get the picture." The two of you moved closer together but were once again interrupted by a green haired teen, “Hey,” Spike grabber your arm and pulled you away, “We were leaving, let’s continue to do so.”

‘What a spoil sport.’

‘You have no idea.’

The two of you (or three if you count Mr. Brain) were walking into the orchard when you heard an ear-splitting crack in the distance.

Spike quivered, “What was that?”

“No idea… unless.” The noise returned as a section of bark on the tree next to you exploded, “Spike, run!”

Looking back at the house, you spy the figure from yesterday in the window holding what appeared to be a large rod of sorts… or a shotgun, either way, the two of you make a scilent agreement to make yourselves scarce.

Five minutes later a seeing trees going past, Spike looks like he’s run a marathon and you wouldn’t mind a quick stop either. Spike pants, “How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Run without tiring.” He wheezed, “I mean, I’ve never seen you work out.”

“Well…” you ponder, “I guess I don’t get into bad shape, so I guess that leaves me in good shape.”

Your accomplice cocked hid head to the side, “Does that even make sense?”

“No idea.”

The voice of a slightly decrepit, elderly woman whisps through the trees, "Come now Applebloom, these seeds aint' gonna plant 'emselves."

After a quick exchanging of horrified glances between you and Spike, you get up and dash blindly into a tree, knocking you out cold once more.

Author's Note

Yeah... I know. I month and a half. My brainz has been overloaded with all kinda of crap with assignments and school stuff. This would have been out a couple of weeks ago but things have been slightly dramatic at my school lately with a boy in the year below me passing away to cancer soo... yeah. That however is no excuse, I can swear that I will try to post a bit more frequently whilst trying to make it better than this chapter, (im not too sure about it now but I have something awesome planned for later ;) )

Also, I meant to address this in the previous author notes but completely forgot; when I posted the first chapter, I was asked by someone, "How anthro are we talking here?" and there was something about RD's shaved legs in there too, the best way to describe the anthro here would be the equestria girls after transformation thingy, how they have wings and horns and... whatever it is that earth ponies have (superhero steroids?)

Hope to post again soon, cyaz :p