I ran over to the bar where I heard Knit scream and busted through the door. As I entered, a crowd of stallions were surrounding something or somepony in the center where the pool tables were. At first, I grew nervous, hoping that Knit wasn't in the middle of them all. Until I heard Knit's feminine like scream once more and I heard it from the crowd.

"GET AWAY FROM MY FRIEND!!", I hollered at the top of my lungs.

Anypony who didn't pay attention to me at first, stopped what they were doing to see what I would do. My worry was getting the best of me and I couldn't control it. I walked my way through the crowd with heavy hooves, making a path straight to Knit. My worry turned to confusion as I saw Knit nuzzling crotches of the stallions that were surrounding him.

"Oh hey Scrib. Sorry, I couldn't help myself. I walked into a bar and this stallion thought I was a mare and he made me stoop to give him some... well, you know. So I was about to do it then more started showing up and I fell in love with their musky workhorse smell. Ugh its so good", he explained.

A blush flooded my cheeks as I felt a huge embarrassment creep up my spine. I didn't know how to react and I wondered how everypony would think of me after this. Knit got up from taking his last few whiffs of their undercarriage and shoved me out the door with him.

"Welcome to my fabulous world. I'm sorry you had to find out like this but you had to find out my sexual side eventually", He said as we walked towards the bank.

"Knit, I don't want to talk about what I just saw. Just don't bring it to the house. Now, let's get some bits so I can make something tonight for dinner"

"Alright alright. So what're we going to eat tonight?"

"I don't know. Depends what we find at the market", I said as we walked past the giant stone ponies and up the stairs inside.

The bank was spotless and very elegant looking. I trotted down the corridor and up to the bank teller just to see how much money my father left me. Ever since I was a colt, he said he'd be there for me but then one day, he had to serve the princess and never came back. Hope he's alright though. I asked the mare what my account balance was then she asked for my information and looked confused as she told me there was absolutely no bits in my account. I couldn't believe my ears! Why would he suck my account dry? He told me he'd put bits away for me. I was so frustrated and all I wanted to do was beat something to tiny pieces so Knit apologized for my behavior and guided me out the door. My eyes were filled with tears and I didn't have enough energy to even walk down the stairs.

Knit followed close behind and patted my back to comfort me, "Don't worry, Scrib. We can get jobs at a clothing and food place just so we can eat and get discounts. It'll be fine"

He was right. I should've been prepared for this. After all, we did leave our hometown and should've expected the unexpected. I took a deep breath and got up. We had to head home and maybe look for a job. My plan was to see if Braeburn was still at Sweet Apple Acres and ask if he could help get me a job in the food department. I explained it to Knit and he insisted we go there immediately for some strange reason.

We made it to Sweet Apple Acres and began looking for Braeburn. Alas, he was nowhere to be found but then we heard some thumping and grunting behind the barn deep in the trees so Knit went to go check it out then called for me.

Brae was working the field and he was sweating up a storm. His hind legs were slamming against the trees while another stallion was collecting the apples. It was the stallion that I saw in the photos only he was a little older and more reddish. I suppose the flash washed out most of the color. I looked at Knit and he looked as though he's seen the most beautiful erotic thing in the world. His hormones were getting the best of him so I yanked him by his scarf out of Braeburn's sight.

"Knit, get it together. If we want to work here, you have to get your game face on not your perv face", I scolded him quietly.

"I'm sorry. You're right", he responded.

I nudged him back towards Braeburn and the other stallion. I waved at them, hoping to get their attention. Braeburn noticed me and stopped what he was doing. He used his hoof to wipe the beads of sweat from his brow which put Knit on edge. He loved a working pony between his plot cheeks and he couldn't take it anymore. He excused himself then bolted inside to calm down. I sighed and asked Brae if he could offer me a job or help me get one. He then looked at the red stallion and then back at me.

"Where are my manners?! Scribble, this is Big Macintosh. The bronco of Sweet Apple Acres", he said while introducing me to the red stallion.

I shook his hoof and smiled pleasantly. He had big hooves which he probably uses to buck the trees for apples. I looked up at him and asked when he could let me work. He didn't say a word but shook his head to gesture "no". My pleasant smile faded and he looked at Brae the patted him in the back before walking inside.

Braeburn shrugged, "Sorry Scrib, but you're in no shape to do work like this. Maybe you should wait for Big Mac's sister, Applejack. She has plenty of connections and she'll definitely help you."

I nodded and decided to go inside to see if Knit was calm. I should've called him ahead of time because I walked right into some romance. There Knit was, kneeling down with his head wedged between Big Mac's thighs. He was sitting on a hay bail, sweating more than the last time I saw him. I didn't say anything but Big Mac saw me and gestured me to leave. Knit was too lost in the moment to notice so I just left and shut the door behind me.

I sat by a tree that Brae had already bucked and harvested, waiting for this Applejack pony. I started to fall asleep about an hour later but somepony nudged me and scolded me for falling asleep.

I looked up, a little drowsy, and gazed at the pony who didn't appreciate fatigue. I assumed it was Applejack since she looked like the mare in the picture only she was so full of color in the flesh. Her hazel eyes stared into mine and began to squint.

"Is this the lil' newbie yous talkin' about Brae?", she hollered towards Braeburn.

He nodded in reply as he pushed the bushels into a row. She told me to get up and follow her to the porch of her barn. I got up and wobbled close behind, my legs still asleep from the awkward position I was in. She looked like a tough cookie and I didn't want to make her mad but then again, I felt a warm vibe around her. There must be more to her than meets the eye.

Author's Note

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