Abrupt Sense of Flames

WARNING: SOME MATURE CONTIENT

  As the orange mare steps back, her eyes scan over you. ‘Oh Celestia, why?’.

  You expect her to start breathing rapidly and pass out but instead she lowers her chin and starts to pump her eyebrows up and down rapidly.

  “Hey there, hoot hooves. Wanna come back with me and ah’ll show you aroun’ ALL of town...” She says lustfully. She begins to approach you with a devious smile.

  “Applejack!” Screams Twilight. ‘Ah good, Twilight might straighten her out.’ “He’s Mine!”

  “WHAT?!” You scream louder than Twilight.

  “Yeah Applejack! You can’t have him. I got him first!” Twilight says. Her head turning towards you. She sees the panic and antipathy in your eyes as you step away.

  “Um no Twilight. I thought we cleared that up? And who is this? Another one of your crazy friends?” You interrogate Twilight, motioning your hoof towards the orange mare’s direction.

  “What? But you feel the same! Don’t you?” Twilight asks as her melancholy begins to turn a liquid in her eyes.

  “No. Not after what you put me through. I don’t hate you. I barely even know you!” You say in distress from the lack of understanding that this mare has undergone.

  “Ha! So ah can have this big hunk uh’ colt all to mah self!” Applejack says, moving even closer to you.

  “Um, no-ah!” You start but the orange mare suddenly throws her hoof down in between your legs and grabs on firmly. Your cheeks begin to blush but your other expressions are showing the opposite.

  “Hmm, you sure got a lot down there,” Applejack says to you moving her chin up to yours. Your mind now has no idea what in the hell to do. You’ve never been in a situation close to this at all! You’ve never had to mares fighting over you, nor even had one attracted to you. You’ve always avoided relationships. Probably because you’re still waiting for that ‘special somepony.’ And these two are defiantly checked off the “Possible” list.

  You try to step away but her warm hoof is still latched on there good. A slight tingle erodes from your stomach and you jolt away, bringing the mare with you.

  You have not been paying much attention to the conversation between the two as this mare continues to explore where you have never expected somepony to explore before.

  “Oh mai, you sure are a big pony.” Applejack says as her grip finally releases.

  “BLARH,” the sound coming out of your mouth from a breath that has been fastened in your lungs for the duration of the assault. You regain your breath and attempt to confront the “star struck” mare from her outgoing actions.

  “What was that about?!” You scream as your anxiety begins to flood your brain.

  “Oh don’t act like you didn’ like it!” Applejack says pulling her chin even closer to yours.

  “Applejack! Why are you acting like this? You always act like this when I find somepony!” Twilight cries.

  “Oh shut up Twi. He even said he doesn’t like you. Why should try to keep him all to yourself!” Applejack argues back to Twilight, who is now leaning on her front hooves, barely sustaining her weight. Her tears from your heart break and from Applejacks yelling is killing her.

  You feel terrible about what you did to Twilight but you had to get out of there. You seem to be making the problem even worse. You wanted to apologize to her but didn’t want to risk another assault from the orange mare.

  The two ponies snagged in an argument that Twilight was barely in from all her sobbing, had them distracted enough for you to step away.

  As you turn to leave the situation, you notice that the scene has caused a bit of a crowd. You see all the ponies eyes fixed on you. You began sprinting through the crowd, bumping shoulders with everyone in you way. You don’t bother to say ‘excuse me’ or anything from fear that the two mares would hear your attempt to get away.

  Once you get out of the circle that has formed around the arguing couple, you run back to the library. On your way, your brain begins to think about all that’s occurring.

  ‘What the fuck just happened?’ is the first to pop up. Then the next was ‘Where’s Cherry?’ and then ‘Where am I going to go?’. You couldn’t stay at the library. She would constantly bug you. Or would she? You barely know her. She said that this kind of thing has never happened. Maybe it would be nice to have her around. Maybe since she liked you, you would have to do less work and get paid more! No, that would be wrong. Living there won’t be that bad, if it is you could find somewhere else to go. Your sure there’s somewhere.

  Concluding on at least trying to stay there, for Cherry. You haven’t thought about her much. Your own selfish needs have been hungering to be solved before you could think about your little sister. You’re her big brother. You should be taking care of her and you haven’t.

  As you’re brisk jog slowly develops into a fly, you make your way back to the library but something catches your eye. A small streak in the sky. Red was it? Or blue? No it was green. What ever it was that flashed in the sky captured your mind and you stood and watched the last of the particles fade into nothing.

  You eventually brush it off and continue your way to the library where Cherry lays confined in her bed. When you enter you spot that she’s been up for a while. Often back home you would leave early to the market for sustenance. Cherry has grown independent from these many lonesome mornings and has taught herself how to cook, bake, and even finish some of your unfinished chores!

  Cherry has been up for about an hour, cooking and unpacking your stuff. Leaving is now not an option for you at all. She has already made this place her home. She seems to spill an influence over everywhere new she ventures. You know that she won’t have a problem calling here home, but school on the other hoof has always been a problem for her.

  “Hey Cherry!” You holler into the empty arch which leads into the kitchen, assuming that’s where she is.

  She marches out and call’s you by your full name, with an apron tied around her waste that she must have found. She’s angry. “Where have you been?” She stomps.

  “Oh uh Twilight had a ‘breakdown’ so we took her to the hospital. Sorry we were gone so long. I didn’t want to wake you.” You say politely.

  Cherry’s face suddenly morphing from anger to disquiet. “Oh my! Is she ok?” The distressed filly asks you.

  “Oh she’s fine.” You answer as your eyes try to avoid Cherry. Your pupils jolting around the room from one side to the next. You begin to get a bit warm and hope she doesn’t sense any ‘fib’ in your voice.

  “Well where is she?” Cherry asks as she leans back, crossing her arms and begins to tap her hoof.

  “Uh… She’s talking to a friend!” You quickly spurt out.

  Cherry takes a second you stare deeply into your eyes before speaking. “Huh, what ever. Want some eggs?” The suddenly ecstatic mare asks you. Her moods snapping back and forth again.

  “Hmm… would I ever! Im starving!” You reply gaily running into the kitchen.

  After about 15 minutes of intense grazing, there is a sudden nock on the door. You don’t get up right away because you’re not in a rush. The knocking becomes faster and in a cheerful rhythm. You get up and trot to the door, satisfied with your meal. Your little sister can always make something good. You pull the door towards you slowly and see the pink mare standing at the doorstep.

  “Hi! How are you? Long time no see! What’s up? I’ve been so busy planning your party! Anyways, here’s your invitation!” She hands you a pink letter with her mouth. Clearly an invitation to her party.

  “Thanks Pinkie! I’ll be there!” You say, very excited to attend this party. Nopony has ever thrown you a party before. You wonder if she does this for everyone, but you don’t mind if she does.

  “Hey! Where’s Twilight?” Pinkie asks. Her eyes squint and look inside behind you.

  “I don’t know. I thought she would be back by now.

  “Okie dokie! Well see you at your party!”

Pinkie hops and makes a one eighty degree turn and bounces away down the street.

  You turn back around, closing the door. You return to the kitchen to assist Cherry as she cleans up. ‘This is going to be nice’. The only thing you are discomforted about is seeing that ‘Applejack’ again. You’ve never felt so uncomfortable in your life. Not even with Twilight.