Farmhand

Long chapter just because ^-^

Big Macintosh pulled Quill aside as he was walking back to the house, just having finished his chore load. Apple Bloom was off finishing up some school project with Sweetie Belle. Something to do with timber wolves, was all she had said before she'd rushed off.

"Something the matter, Big Mac?" Quill rolled his shoulders, wariness taking root in his joints.

"Yeah. Yer getting awful close ta Apple Bloom." He said bluntly.

"You apples sure do cut straight to the point, huh? I'm afraid I don't know what you mean." Quill was honestly confused, though he kept his face relaxed, even aloof.

"Don't play stupid with me, colt!" Big Mac looked furious. Quill kept calm, figuring this was some weird over-protective-big-brother thing.

"I honestly have no clue."

"You two are just getting closer. Always wrapping your wing around her when yer walkin back to the house. And the hugging!!" Quill had to fight not to laugh.

"Big Mac, you don't have to worry. She's my friend. Friends hug. My wrapping a wing around her is just another way for a Pegasus to hug somepony." He smiled, blushing without quite knowing why.

"Uh huh." Big Mac kept a stony face, and suddenly Quill frowned, finding it hard to remain pleasant.

"Big Mac, do you have some kind of problem with me? I've done nothing but treat you and your sisters well, help with the chores, and be a friend to Applejack and Apple Bloom. I haven't done a single thing wrong to you or either of them. So if I did something to offend you, please let me know!!" Quill's eyes were narrowed in anger. Big Mac regarded him for a long moment before answering.

"It's your book." Quill blinked in surprise.

"Pardon?"

"It's your book. It's like a pony who's at least thirty wrote that."

"Mhm. I'm proud of that, actually."

"Lots of adult themes. Some steamy parts. Some gory parts. Some very, very, very dark parts." Quill still didn't understand.

"If you don't like don't read. I've never met a hater before, but there's a first time for everything~"

"Quill, the thing is, you'd have to have a bucked up, twisted, dark mind to write somethin like that." Big Mac finally said bluntly, giving up beating around the bush.

"No, actually. I have a bucked up, twisted, dark past. Not mind. I just think about things that have happened...channel the emotion from that into what I write. It seems to work. My books are popular aren't they?" It took Big Mac a moment to come up with an answer for that.

"Look, ah don't want somepony who could write somethin like that having anything to do with my sister."

"Well, unfortunately I'm friends with your sister. You can't do anything about it either or in her eyes you just took away one of her few friends." Quill said. In the way of friends Apple Bloom only talked about him, Sweetie Belle and Twist. Quill knew Big Mac would hate, or at least dislike him for this, but he also knew that Apple Bloom's brother couldn't retaliate. At least not at the moment.

"Fine. But I'm watching you, Quill. Remember that."

"Have fun, pedo!!" Quill muttered as he walked away.

"What was that!?" Came an angry voice from behind.

"I said good talk, brother-in-law!!" He called back teasingly, anger making him torment the stallion. He didn't mean anything by it at heart. He didn't ever hear Big Mac's mumbled reply as he turned tail and walked back to the house.

Irritable now, Quill trotted up to his room and slammed the door. This didn't go unnoticed, and a moment later there was a soft tap on the door.

"Quill, y'all right?" Applejack was standing in the hall, shifting nervously from hoof to hoof.

"I'm fine, Applejack!" His face betrayed the truth, although she had no way of knowing that.

"Quill, ya don't sound fine. Is something bothering ya?" Obviously, at least to her, something was, but she knew it would help him more to say it aloud himself.

"No, I'm alright." He was slowly calming down.

"Alright, then, if yer sure." Her hoof steps receded slowly down the hallway.

(Carousel Boutique)

Sweetie Belle sat on the edge of her bed, looking down at Apple Bloom, who was finishing the last few words on her paper.

"I hate mating habit papers." She told her scarlet-maned friend.

"It's actually quite a fascinating subject sometimes, if a bit disturbin." Apple Bloom laughed at the face Sweetie was making, like she'd smelled a dead dragon corpse that had been laying in the hot sun for a week.

"Sure, Apple Bloom. So, tell me about your new "Farmhand" or whatever. Rarity told me about him. Some kind of writer, isn't he?"

"He wrote those books you read a couple years back and weren't a big fan of." Sweetie nodded slowly.

"You loved them. I wasn't a fan, the steamy scenes bugged me. I find participating in such activities positively revolting." Apple Bloom laughed shortly.

"You sound like your sister. And you can't think that badly of sex, you did let Button Mash pound you after all." Sweetie Belle blushed scarlet and bopped Apple Bloom on the head.

"Shut it!" She exclaimed in a very unladylike way. Apple Bloom just laughed and closed her book. After a moment, Sweetie Belle's eyes widened ever so slightly.

"Nice way to change the subject, Apple Bloom. "So tell me about him." Apple Bloom laughed harder, and it took a long moment for her breath and speech to return to her.

"He's a great guy, really. He's Caron and he doesn't want anypony to worry about him. It seems like he needs a bit of help though." She said slowly.

"What do you mean by help?" Sweetie tilted her head.

"Somethin about his past is disturbin to him, and he seems to have trouble copin with the things he's been through. Usually though ya can't tell."

"Uh huh...go on..." Sweetie Belle was interested, though her attention was waning slightly.

"Well he's a hard worker, for sure, and obviously very creative. He's humble, though, doesn't like attention, and he's strong, too. Very strong. Like, ah don't understand this pony strong! He literally cracked a tree he was bucking once. Just blushed and apologized."

"You sure do pay attention to this pony. Tell me more." Sweetie was smirking now, though Apple Bloom was unsure why.

"Well...ah dunno what else ta say. He seems really helpful. He can cook too. He can sing! Really well!! He doesn't know I heard him though." She giggled, and Sweetie's smirk turned to a grin.

"Why are ya smiling like that?" Sweetie Belle ignored the question.

"Don't you have any conplaints? Anything about living with him that annoys you?" Apple Bloom thought for a long moment.

"Nothin. He's a great friend and houseguest."

"Maybe...more than a friend?" Sweetie winked teasingly. Apple Bloom gazed at her blankly.

"What do ya mean?"

"Well, think, Apple Bloom. You could list twenty good things about the pony without even trying. But, you can't find one negative thing to say about him?" Apple Bloom was catching on.

"No, ah don't lahk him lahk that." She blushes delicately, glaring at her unicorn friend.

"Come on, Apple Bloom! It's soooo obvious! Okay, hear me out. Have you ever been thought to yourself, seemingly randomly, that he smelled good? Like, right after doing a lot of work when he ought to smell awful?" Sweetie was grinning from ear to ear. Literally. It was a tad creepy actually. Since when could pony faces bend like that? MORE POWER TO HER MOTHA BUCKA!!!! Apple Bloom hesitated, then shook her head firmly. At this, Sweetie rolled on her back, laughing and pawing the air.

"Wow!! You hesitated. You have!!! Who knew, his sweat would be a turn on instead of a turn off to you!"

"Sweetie Belle!! Nothin about him is a turn on ta meh!!" Apple Bloom exclaimed in embarrassment, blushing darker.

"Fine, the , riddle me this." Sweetie clopped her hooves together.

Has he ever been hurt and you felt like you had to help him without quite knowing why?"

"Yeah, he was really hurt when he got ta the farm, but I had ta help him because he would've died if ah didn't!" Her breath was uneven, and she was blushing steadily darker.

"Alright, fair enough. I have one more, though. You said your sister sent him away at first. Were you mad about that, or sad, and didn't quite know why?" Apple Bloom remembersed storming off to her room in anger that he had to go, and her blush began to match her mane.

"M-Maybeh?"

"Apple Bloom, you like Quill! Admit it to yourself!" She paused to sniff the air. "REALLY APPLE BLOOM!?" A faint but present sweet scent had tainted the air in the room.

"So you want him around, you only see the good in him, you want to keep him safe, you like his scent, and now you're aroused while we're talking about him!" She hiccuped from laughing so hard.

"Fine, alright!" Apple Bloom ran a hoof through her mane, getting off the bed.

"There ya g*hic*go, Apple Bloom. Now the question is, what're you gonna do about it?"

"Nothin!!" Apple Bloom sounded firm on this, and the scent was fading as she calmed down.

"Aw, come on Apple Bloom! You should tell him how you feel!"

"Ahm to shy fer that. Ah most certainly will not be tellin him anything!" She gathered her things and left before Sweetie Belle could reply.

Dinner that night was eaten in an uncomfortable silence. Quill was deep in thought. Was Big Mac right? Was he getting closer to Apple Bloom? If so, was that a bad thing? Somehow he didn't think so. But that aroused more questions than it answered. If it wasn't bad was it good? If so, why? He had no idea how he felt towards the young mare sitting across from him, and he didn't know where to begin sorting it out.

Apple Bloom was more sure of how she felt than he was, but she was unsure what to do about it, to say the least. Was Sweetie Belle right? Should she do something about this? She couldn't, though, really. No way no how. She was to shy, and there as simply no possibility that he could like her back. And Sweetie Belle was right, she hadn't been able to name any flaws about him. Was there something she was missing because gf infatuation? She'd had to sort out the mess of emotions in her head later...

After dinner was over and the dishes were washed, Quill went upstairs to his room, still lost in thought. He didn't know how long he'd been laying there when there was a soft rapping on his door.

"Come in." He looked up as Apple Bloom stepped in slowly.

"Need anything, Apple Bloom?" He watched her as she came over to stand beside the bed, and he sat up so they were almost eye to eye.

"Ah was wondering if ya wanted some ice cream before b-bed." She said softly, and he smiled.

"I'd love some." She giggled and smiled, pulled him downstairs with her, gently, taking him to the kitchen.

A moment later there were two bowls of ice cream sitting on the counter, and Apple Bloom produced a can of whipped cream from the fridge, giving them both a more-than-generous amount.

"Isn't that um...a lot?" He chuckled, and she glared playfully.

"Watch it, mista." She waved the can at him threateningly, and he laughed harder.

"What're you g-gonna do!? Spray me?" He was mid laugh when a jet of the whipped cream hit his muzzle. He froze, staring at her.

"Sorry!" She smirked, obviously not sorry, and wiped most of it off with her hoof, casually licking her hoof clean. Quill watched this silently, the fur on his muzzle still glazed with white.

He made a snatch for the can, but she twisted away, and another round of the whipped cream hit his shoulder.

"Apple Bloom, I'm gonna-!!" She tackled him, spraying a copious amount onto his face and chest, and he just spluttered indignantly. Still more hit his upper stomach before there was a quiet rasping noise, alerting the ponies the can was empty.

"Really, Apple Bloom? I can barely even see!" It was true, his cheeks were coated with the cream, which was partially blocking his vision.

"Hmmm..." She scooped as much as she could off his face, licking her hooves clean again. She was still sitting on his waist, straddling him.

She scooped it off his chest, licked, stomach, lick, but at that point she couldn't really get any more off. Groaning in embarrassment, he tilted his head back and closed his eyes.

Those eyes flew open again, however, when something small and wet rasped over his cheek.

"Apple Bl-?" He glanced at her unevenly. She was blushing slightly as she licked his cheek again.

"Just getting ya clean..." She licked a few more times until the fur on his cheek was glossy and blue.

An odd sort of tingling went through his belly as she moved down, cleaning off his neck with slow, steady, licks. The simple act of cleaning his fur was an odd sort of pleasure to him, though he managed to keep his breathing even.

Until she slid down to his chest. Her soft tongue rasping over his chest send tingles running down his spine, and he arched his back by a hair. After a moment that felt like an eternity, his chest was clean, which only left his stomach.

Moving down, she drew her tongue in steady strokes over his stomach, until the last of the whipped cream had disappeared down her throat.

"Y-Yer clean now." Her voice was shaky, and she wiped her mouth sub-consciously as she crawled off him, standing slowly. He took a moment longer to stand, and when he did, he looked at her questioningly.

"Just helpin ya clean off. Since it was meh fault ya got dirty, after all." She was smirking, now, and something about the look on her face ignited a series of thoughts he shouldn't have been having.

"Umm..." Before he had time to react, his wings sprang up, thoughts of her cleaning more places than she had filling his head.

"Heh, why are ya wings like that? Ah don't know much about pegasi..."

"D-doesn't matter." He laughed nervously, and she walked up to him, looking him in the eye.

"Tell meh, Quill." Something in her voice...he didn't know how to explain it, but it was...different. A sweet scent he attributed to the ice cream hit his nose.

"It really doesn't m-matter..." He looked down at her uncertainly, and after a long stare, she shrugged. Her eyes looked slightly clouded.

"Ah uh...need ta go ta my room. Good night, Quill." She smiled warmly, and he wrapped his arms around her in a hug, slowly pinning his wings to his sides again.

"Good night, Apple Bloom." And she was gone.

A/N-Okay guys I wrote this while both doing role-play and reading a very descriptive clopfic, so don't judge the final result. If your dirty minded then a third of this sounded incredibly wrong to you.