Author's Note

Yo what's up readers, Uncle Weeaboo is about to confide in ya'll, so buckle the fuck up. When I published this story, the first chapter was not all that good, trust me, I know. As I was writing this chapter, I realized that I was doing something that I thought I would never do, half ass the writing. I was, at first, disgusted with myself that I allowed my standard of quality to go down. However, this made me more determined to make this story the best it can possibly turn out.

No more lazy Uncle Weeaboo here, kiddies. Uncle Otaku is back in action, ready to blow all you tops off... But not in that way, just cause this is a clopfic dosen't mean you get sexual favors, that's creepy.

I hope you enjoy this chapter and I will warn you now, next chapter will contain *gasp* story! So keep it in your pants for the 3rd chapter... Or not.

II. Dinner With Apples

Wolfgang sighed as he leaned up against one of the many apple trees in Sweet Apple Acres. The day was nice and chilly, yet the sun still shined as bright as a day in July. Winter Wrap Up, had just finished last week, so Wolfgang could now return to work part time at the farm. The norm for him was to harvest more apples than there are residents in the town. However, thanks to the winter season, there were far less apple trees to worry about. Now that his work was done, Wolfy slid down into a sitting position and took a long swig from his flask, quickly downing the ale inside. Wolfgang's mind drifted to his mare while he stared at the object that held his lifeline.

When he and Fluttershy became a couple, Wolfgang was put on a limit for the amount of swigs he could take from his flask. It started out difficult for him, seeing as drinking was his only source of comfort, both from being displaced in a new world and for reasons he doesn't talk about. However, when he saw how worried she was and when she finally broke down about his problem, something in him really wanted to improve, not for him, for her.

In reality, Fluttershy was his first relationship that he truly cared for, one that wasn't some cheap thrill or a fling he could throw away once he was done. When she asked him on a date, Wolfgang was a little perplexed that a sweet mare like her would be interested in an asshole like himself. Naturally, he thought it would be over after the first date, yet somehow it didn't. They continued to go out and eventually they decided to go steady. Wolfgang had felt something with Fluttershy that he had never felt with anyone else before, companionship. If for the rest of his life Wolfgang had to spend it with Fluttershy, he would gladly do it with no objections. Although, he certainly wasn't expecting the request he got from her halfway into the relationship.

"Saddle up partner!" Yelled a southern voice across the field of apple trees. Wolfgang sighed as he looked at the moving figure of his boss, Applejack. Staying silent, he observed the farmer's double D's bounce in tandem with her steps. Did it make sense to Wolfgang that most of the breasts in this world had minds of their own, no, but damn it he didn't care. She stopped in front of him and put a hand on her hip, observing her shabby looking employee. Wolfgang began to look at her as well, noticing her tied up denim shirt revealing an ample amount of cleavage.

"Something the matter boss?" Wolfgang asked as he slid his flask into his pocket and scooted up to stand at a near equal height with his boss. Despite Applejack being 6'1, Wolfgang managed to beat her by one inch.

"I just got a message from Fluttershy, said somethin' bout a herd a rabbits occupyin' the cot." Applejack said as she took an apple from one of the baskets on the ground.

"Shit, those rabbits always get in the goddamn house... And she lets em' every time." Wolfgang exhaled as Applejack tossed the apple into the air. "Guess I should ask Zigg's to let me crash, but I did that last week... Shit." He pondered on his options quietly, sometimes muttering curses as he did.

When the apple came down to Applejack's hand for a fifth time, she swiftly took it into her hand and bite into it, leaving a rather large bite mark. She smiled cooly, "Relax there partner, we already talked and said it's more than fine for you to stay at the house."

"You mean it?" Wolfgang wondered if this was a joke, considering the matriarch of the Apple family constantly cracked at him for his appearance. It especially wouldn't help now, his jeans stained with dirt and his wife beater stained with sweat.

"'Course sugarcube," Applejack got behind him and slapped him hard on the rear, "Now hop to it!" Wolfgang held his ass while he walked towards the apple's abode.

"How come when you slap my ass, it's okay, but when yours truly happens to do it," He used his hands to gesture to himself, "you punch my arm."

"Cause," Applejack wrapped her arm around his neck, "The stallion should always act kindly towards his mares, at least that's wut Rarity said."

"Rarity..." Wolfgang put a hand to his face as Applejack gave a laugh. In Equestria, rules about courting and relationships were very different in terms of Wolfgang's home. For one, most relationships in Equestria and other countries in this world were polygamous, meaning plenty of mares were all hooked up with one stallion. Of course, that did not mean a mare couldn't have multiple stallions or a mare having multiples of a mixed group. Equestria is a very free nation, and the populace liked it that way.

When Fluttershy asked if Wolfgang would like to court her best friends, she needed to explain more than she thought she had to. Wolfgang knew himself to a point, he knew he would jump at the opportunity no problem. Yet, being offered it outright was shocking for the man to hear.

"So Wolfy, it's five mares still, right?" Applejack asked as they slowed their pace towards the house.

"Yup, and it'll be a mystery how I'm with any of 'em," Wolfgang looked to the blond mare, "Especially you, you freakin' hated me when we first meet."

Applejack was not impressed to say the very least, her sour look made sure that came across. A disheveled Twilight looked more frantic than ever while smiling wearily at her friend. Not only was she escorting this species thought to be non-existent across town, but now she was failing to convince Applejack to at least hire him part-time. She looked over to Wolfgang, hoping that the human would put a fight to work here. All she saw was him sitting in a corner in the bar they were in, drinking so much liquor that he should be dead. His appearance wasn't helping him much either, with a stained shirt, greasy hair that reached the middle of his neck, and the most glazed eyes one could ever see.

"Come on AJ, it's only part-time work, you always say your family could use some extra help around the barn." She tried to appeal to Applejack, but sadly did not get through.

"Ah know I said that, but even we need to have some standards on who we might hire," Applejack looked at Wolfgang with wary, "Your... 'Hooman' friend here doesn't look like he worked a day in his life, plus the alcohol stench on 'im is rampant." Applejack spoke in an austere manner. She didn't bother her friends with any of the stories about ponies that came for an interview, but she knew what a deadbeat looked like. Time after time, she turned down bum after screw up who had no true motivation for working at that barn. She glanced at the human that Twilight brought with her and saw the same thing, a pony (person in this case) who didn't really care to work.

At this point, Twilight couldn't really fight back in the human's defense. From first meeting him, Twilight saw a complete mess that could walk and drink a bar out of business. His attitude wasn't any better, often choosing to not converse when spoken to or simply cursed a pony out for as much as looking at him. "'Sides, you sure the colt won't put his grubby hands on anything?" Applejack questioned, her look of wary never leaving her face as she eyed the stone cold human.

With barely a second gone, Wolfgang pushed himself up to stand, causing the mares to let out a startled yelp. Wolfgang wobbled over to the couple and leaned himself on some hay next to Twilight. He then looked straight at Applejack, who kept a stern face as she locked eyes with him. Listen here farmer horse," Wolfgang slurred a bit, yet continued, "I get the idea of keeping appearances or whatever shit that is. Sure, I also smell, but fuck it, I don't have anyone here to impress in this colored shithole, and that includes backwoods ponies who've probably Inbreed to keep up in generations," He leaned forward so his mouth was mere inches from her muzzle, "And I don't steal from anyone, cunt."

Applejack, who was very pissed off, leaned back and sighed. "Well, ya certainly don't know how to charm a potential employer." She muttered with venom in her voice.

"No thanks babe, I've kissed enough ass in my old home, what's the point in doing it again." Wolfgang strutted to the barnyard door, leaving a Princess of Equestria groaning in agitation. Wolfgang, getting cocky at this point, turned and yelled out, "Besides, I could get a hundred fucking apples out of those goddamn trees."

Applejack's eye twitched and turned her head to the human as fast as she could. "Wut was that partner!" She called out to Wolfgang, who stopped in his tracks. He smirked, knowing that his comment seemed to have sparked something in the mare's nerves.

"You heard me, give me 50-no, 40 minutes with your orchard and i'll have a hundred apples waiting for ya, no joke!" Wolfgang shouted back. Applejack stared at Wolfgang for a long time, she could see he wasn't fibbing, even though he was shitfaced. It was odd, she saw so many ponies who had no spirit to do any of the physical labor or meet the demands of which working for her home required. Yet, as she looked at the human, she saw the one thing she was looking for in a part-time worker, motivation.

She smirked confidently, "Alright there 'hooman', I'll take your bet, 40 minutes in the orchard, if I don't see a hundred of my family's apples in those buckets, kiss your keister outta here." She held out her hand to shake on the challenge. Wolfgang understood the gesture and firmly shook Applejack's hand.

"Alright then, time to start!" Wolfgang ran out to the orchard, although stumbled a little while doing so. Applejack chuckled, ready to see if this new resident could pick up his own weight. She ran to the orchard as well, leaving behind a very unnerved and frustrated Twilight.

Wolfgang cringed at the memory, "Sorry about the things I said by the way, I'm sure you know I wasn't the most stable back then." He rubbed his chin stubble in embarrassment. Applejack made her grip tighter on Wolfgang's neck to reassure him, though to him it felt like he was losing oxygen over the past comments.

"It's no problem anymore sugarcube, I honestly forgot when you managed to harvest them apples." Applejack flicked Wolfgang's nose, making him smile at least for a little bit, going back to his blank expression in an instant. "Sheesh, at least keep up a grin for a little while there Wolfy, those sessions with Twilight workin' right?"

"Ugh, I don't wanna think about those sessions right now." Wolfgang murmured.

"Why not?"

"Last Thursday, Twilight kept trying to prod about my past."

"Ah, the taboo subject."

"It's not a taboo subject."

"Then why not talk about it?"

"... It's my business, not anyone else's."

"See, that's the kind of attitude that keeps you in Twilight's sofa every Thursday. Ya gotta open up to us Wolfgang, we're here to help you, not turn on you."

"I'll think about it." Applejack rolled her eyes, that was his usual response when she or the other girls tried to talk sense into him. She looked ahead and saw the house, still as red and giant as ever. "Ever considered repainting?" Wolfgang nudged her side playfully. Applejack smirked and ran up to the house to greet her family members. Wolfgang slowly followed behind, hoping this night would go well.

This night was not going to go well.

Wolfgang was now sitting on the sofa watching some poorly rated sitcom. If he could, he would switch the channel in a heartbeat, but he couldn't. He couldn't, because he was in the company of the Apple family matriarch, Granny Smith. Granny Smith liked horrible shows, and Wolfgang only really knew the horrible TV shows that Granny Smith would watch. If there was such a thing as good Equestrian television, then Wolfgang was oblivious to their existence.

Wolfgang groaned as the matriarch stared attentively at the television, clearly doing her best not to look at him. Granny Smith viewed Wolfgang as a young punk and made it clear whenever she talked to him. Wolfgang thought Granny Smith was a fuddy-duddy and made it clear whenever he talked to her. They were really in tuned when they had conversations.

In Wolfgang's peripheral vision, he saw the true temptress of the house, the crisp figure of a true beauty, the old upright piano in the corner of the living room. Wolfgang relished every moment he saw that piano, the smooth wooden texture, the shine of the keys, and the lack of dust that collected. It was a sight to behold, yet he did not dare to play it. His passion for music was his whole world back home, but now that he was in this new world for a year without ever playing an instrument, Wolfgang honestly was reconsidering what to do here.

"Play it." He snapped out of his thoughts on the piano when he heard the spindly voice of Granny Smith. He turned his head to the old mare, who was eyeing him with her glassy orange eyes. "Well, go on now, play the ol' gurl."

"U-Um," Wolfgang stuttered for a moment, "You want me to play?"

"What else did I say, trim the dang nab bushes? Go and mess 'round, dinner ain't till six and Mac won't be back till 5:30."

"What about Bloom?"

"Young Applebloom's visiting a friend. Now, am I gonna have to get outta this 'ere rokin' chair to move your punk butt or what?" Granny Smith took a drink of water as she eyed Wolfgang. He hesitated, not sure if he really wanted to go back to playing, but something compelled him to do so.

He got up and headed towards the piano, "Thanks, ya old coot." He smiled playfully at her as he sat down on a chair.

"Don't go crowin' 'bout it, ya goon." She smiled back at him. Wolfgang looked with a mix of delight and wonder at the piano keys. Thier white color shined and practically reflected his face back at him. He brushed his fingers across every key to get back the feeling he lost long ago. With a long breath, Wolfgang pressed a key and heard the beautiful sound. Pressing a few more, Wolfgang suddenly got into a rhythm and found a beat he liked.

Within a few minutes, Wolfgang was in his own little world as he pressed key after key. He started humming a tune that went with the beat and increased the speed of his playing. Nostalgia poured through Wolfgang's bones, feelings of happiness and grief mixing together while he played his song. The sounds of other instruments played in his head like trumpets and cellos. He would have continued if not for a rough "Ahem" sound that interrupted his train of thought.

Stopping his track, he looked behind him to see Granny Smith with a shocked look, Applejack leaning on the wall with a smirk, and Big Mac with his usual stoic expression. Seeing the big red stallion gave Wolfgang a fright as he looked at the clock on the top of the television, which read 5:45. "W...Was I playing for twenty minutes." He asked, followed by a short nod by Applejack. Wolfgang gulped as looked back at the piano, looks like he still had his groove after all.

Dinner was soup, nice and simple brothy soup. Wolfgang dug into his bowl without any prompt, not wanting to extensively talk about his piano playing. His fingers were soar from the twenty straight minutes of playing. The voice wasn't doing much better, it now sounded a little deep and it hurt to speak for long periods of time. Looking around while he ate his soup, he saw Big Mac sitting across from him, happily eating his soup.

Big Mac was a very tall pony, about 6'4 in height. His muscles were well developed due to his work on the farm. However, his job didn't leave him any time to worry about appearances, not that he cared anyway. His orange mane was unkempt and his red coat had slight patches of dirt. This didn't stop him from being regarded as the town stud, though. Mares would see Big Mac work on the farm and swoon over his muscled frame. This was the direct opposite for Wolfgang, who normally had mares walk by without so much as noticing him.

He looked at Wolfgang and gave a nod, which Wolfgang returned with his own nod. Wolfgang and Big Mac had a general understanding with each other. Wolfgang saw Mac as the protector of this farm and the family that occupied it, so after his stunt when he first meet Applejack, he tried to keep a clean slate. There was a small number of stallions that lived in this town, So Big Mac liked to help any male that lives in Ponyvile, and that would include Wolfgang. They didn't talk much outside of their work, where Wolfgang would ask if he should do some other task next, which was either followed by "Eeyup" or "Nnope".

"So Wolfy," Applejack, who was sitting to the far left from Wolfgang, began, "I never took you for a piano player."

Wolfgang finished his soup at this point, so there was nothing to distract him from this conversation, "Uuuh, yeah, I am."

"You got dem rapid fire fingers there boy!" Granny Smith preached, some soup spilling out of her mouth, "I reckoned you weren't gonna stop playin' till the stroke of midnight, so I had to turn off my daily programmin'."

"That ain't that much of a shame Granny." Applejack chimed back in.

"Eeyup." Big Mac agreed.

"But this night was a very important episode!" Granny yelled, very invested in her sitcom.

"It was a rerun." Wolfgang deadpanned.

"An important rerun, Zaba was goin' to her first prom with dat delinquent Zebra boy."

"Mrs. Smith, what is your obsession with the Zebrican Equestrian channel."

"Insight." Granny Smith answered with a matter-of-fact tone. The company at the table sighed, knowing that the Zebrican Equestrian channel was far from going out the door.

"Right, back to the matter at hand," Applejack went right back to Wolfgang, not ready to let this go, "How'd you learn to play a piano?"

"... Practice." Wolfgang immediately got up and washed his bowl, drowning out any talking with the sink. After he took as long as possible washing the bowl, he stuck it in the dishwasher. "Thanks for the meal, mind if I shower?" Applejack sighed, knowing that prodding him further would only agitate him.

"No problem, up the stairs to your right, I left some of Mac's leftover clothes in there for ya." She informed as she pointed up. Wolfgang nodded and kept a steady pace up to the shower, ready to sleep for the night.

Wolfgang was a little unnerved. He was currently lying in Applejack's bed, which was only big enough for one pony to fit. As soon as he got dressed, Applejack directed him into her room and told him not to come out. He was getting worried, thinking Applejack gave him her bed and she was gonna sleep on the couch. Wolfgang spent most of his young adult life sleeping on people's couches if he ever crashed. He had a niche where whenever he slept in someone's house, he would take the couch. He believed that if anyone invited someone to their house, they still reserved the right to their bed.

Filled with paranoia, he was about to get up to check on Applejack before he saw the door open. In came Applejack, her long blond mane hanging down to the end of her back. She wore a plain white tank top and some red short shorts, allowing for at least one apple from her cutie mark to be exposed. Wolfgang eased up and looked straight at the ceiling as so not to stare. Usually he would look at Fluttershy openly without fear, but when Applejack catches him staring, it involved teasing of the very physical kind.

Applejack stretched and groaned as she walked up to the single-pony bed. She lifted the covers off of Wolfgang and looked down at the human in her bed. It was clear that Big Mac's clothes were too big for Wolfgang's small frame, the shirt alone was very baggy. Applejack smirked as she got on top of him and lay on his chest, pulling up the covers to keep warmth.

"... You know this bed isn't big enough for the both of us right." Wolfgang commented quietly as the farmer mare's body pressed up against his own.

"Yeah, but I thought you wouldn't mind since we're part of a herd." Applejack replied as she got comfortable on her lover's chest.

"Yeah... That."

"What's wrong sugarcube?"

"Nothing," Applejack gave Wolfgang her "really?" look, so Wolfgang gave up, "I'm just thinking about last year, how I got here, how I'm living here, everything really."

"So what's it have to do with the herd?" Applejack asked as she rubbed his chest to calm him down.

"It's just, I never had any 'meaningful' relationships in my past life, never had time for love or whatnot. So when you girls all formed a herd with me, I just... I don't know why any of you did. I mean, Fluttershy's told me many times why she loves me, but, I'm just not used to affection." With hands on his face, Wolfgang groaned after getting some of his problems off his chest. He was supposed to talk about this stuff with Twilight, but his stubbornness made it difficult for him to confide.

Applejack increased her grip on Wolfgang's chest and sighed, "Ya wanna know why I asked ya partner?" It took a couple minutes, but he nodded, so Applejack recalled the events.

"Well, when ya won the bet, I wasn't exactly the happiest to work along side you, you weren't the nicest guy back then. Workin' with ya was something else, watching somepony so depressed everyday, yet would come on time and do what was need of 'im. It was almost awe-inspiring to see ya come in. We only ever asked you to come out on Tuesday's and Wednesday's, so we expected you ta skip some days, yet you never did. I believe my feelings for ya mainly occurred when the whole family got the flu. We were particularly afriad 'cause cider season was coming up, so the town would have been mighty pissed. I headed out to the orchard to see if I could attempt to buck some apples, but then I saw a couple baskets of 'em outside. I went deeper into the orchard and found ya on top of one of our biggest tree's on a Saturday picking dem apples. I had to admit partner, I was mighty happy that you did that, so when Fluttershy asked me about this herd business, I thought to myself 'why not?'. So, ya know, it evolved from there, and here we are."

Applejack was looking up at Wolfgang the entire time as she spoke. Wolfgang blushed as he attentively listened to her recount her feelings. She smiled at him and he smiled at her, both enjoying the company of each other. Applejack's smile stopped as she felt a hard object poking her clothed nethers. Her wits figured precisely what was poking her, which made her give a mischievous smirk. "Well partner, didn't think hearin' my explanation would get ya all fired up~."

Wolfgang was confused until he got his mind on the present and felt his hard-on. "Aw shit, I don't think I can get it down... I may need help~." He too smirked at his herdmate, ready to relieve some tension.

"Alright sugar, but only a blowy, the family's asleep." Applejack spun around so her head faced the peak of Wolfgang's shorts. She opened up the hole in the middle of the shorts and underwear, pulling out his penis. Giving the head a kiss, she immediately slid the shaft down her mouth and bobbed up and down. Wolfgang, never one to leave his mare's out of the pleasure, began slipping off the short shorts and panties from Applejack's lavish bottom. Once he saw her pussy in his face, he began licking it rapidly.

Applejack moaned as she sucked on Wolfgang's cock, her pussy winking with his tongue inside. The bed started to shake and creek as the two continued their 69 position. Applejack was overwhelmed, not getting to experience this pleasure often do to her busy schedule. Ceasing pleasuring Wolfgang with her mouth, she spun around and locked lips with him. They made out for what felt like hours, rubbing up on each other as their privates were exposed in the open. Applejack reached down and grabbed Wolfgang's tool, lining it up with her entrance.

Wolfgang broke the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting their lips as he looked at what AJ was doing. "I thought you said only oral?" He said between breaths.

"Fuck what I said before, just enjoy~." She moaned as his penis entered her. Not one for waiting, Applejack began with a few bounces on Wolfgang, finding herself a nice rhythm. She ever so slightly brought up the speed of her bounces, to where the bed was creaking nice and loud in the room. Wolfgang timed his thrusts when she meets his shaft, enhancing their pleasure. Applejack leaned down and kissed Wolfgang as she thrust on his penis. Their peeking points were reaching their limit, causing them to speed up the lovemaking. The creeks were fast and loud, the sounds portraying that the bed could break in a second.

With one final thrust, Wolfgang and Applejack both came in tandem, both moaning in pleasure. Breathing heavily, Applejack slowly brought the covers up to them and pulled off of Wolfgang's penis. Laying on top of him, she poked his nose and gave a small smile. "Love ya, Wolfy." She said, showing no sign that it wasn't true.

Wolfgang smiled back, but couldn't say those the word that most could say naturally. "... You too AJ, you too." Wolfgang wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes, no doubtedly preparing to deal with Granny Smith asking about their sexual activities.