Kenneth's POV

It had been a couple weeks since I had been thrust into this new world, it had taken the locals a while to get used to me, but the Apple family, as I had come to know them, assured them that I was of no harm whatsoever.

But I had not gotten over that fact that I had been away from my son in over two weeks, there wasn't a moment where I wasn't thinking about how my son was doing, who was taking care of him, and was he wondering where his dad was? The Apple Family had offered me a home, and I had given them my thanks, I had enjoyed the company of the youngest Apple siblings the most, both of their personalities reminded me of my son, and at times I couldn't even tell the difference.

Apple Jack, the youngest of the two had taken to calling me Grandpa Ken, much to my annoyance, it seemed she had grown on me, almost as if she were an actual granddaughter, but the older sibling Big Macintosh as I had learned, just called me Ken, he wasn't much for words, and sometimes I would give a sarcastic comment about how he was an amazing conversationalist, much to his displeasure.

Over the time I had stayed here I had managed to drag my car, with some help from Apple Smith, into their barn, which I had graciously thanked them for, in fact right now I was sitting under my car with the jack holding it up, working on the left rear axle.

"Hey there, thought ya' might like some company," I heard that southern-like accent that I had become oh so familiar with, "and I brought some drinks if yer' thirsty." I had started to become very fond of her company, even in these dark times, she made them, bearable.

"Smith, oh, Smith, my throat would be a dry as a desert without you." I told her in the teasing manner I had become famous for, as I was getting out from under the car, my hands covered in grease from the car, I had grabbed the cloth next to me to wipe my grimy hands of the filth.

I looked down at my current attire, I had on a messy red plaid shirt that the family had lent to me, but I still had my original jeans on, albeit they were now a bit worn from wear and tear, my shoes were also the same, but they too had gotten a bit faded from wear and tear.

As I got up from my sitting position, I noticed that she had a bit of sweat coming down her forehead, and her breathing seemed labored, "Hey are you doing alright?" I asked her with high concern at her state.

"O-oh I'm doin' just fine, just a little dizzy is all, nothin' ta' fret over." She told me trying not to tip over from her lightheadedness, I wasn't buying it for a second.

"Don't give me that crap, you look like your about to collapse just from a gentle breeze," I grabbed the plate holding the glasses of lemonade from her and placed it over by the car, "and I'm not cool with you passing out on me just because your too stubborn to admit that you need help." I told her in a rare stern tone that I only use when I get someone to listen.

She tried to look at me with defiance, but as soon as she tried to take a step forward, overexertion took its hold on her, as she was starting to collapse, I rushed forward and grabbed her by the waist and the shoulders, "Geez, you really are too stubborn to ask for help," I said to her in a soft tone, "c'mon your getting rest whether you like it or not." I told her while placing her in a bridal carry.

"B-but, the harvest." she tried telling me not noticing I had practically lifted her with little to effort.

"Right now, you need to worry about yourself, the harvest can wait," I tried to explain to her, not realizing she had already passed out in my arms, when I finally realized she had fallen asleep, I couldn't help the warm smile on my face at seeing her, "man, you really are hopeless." I said to myself before carrying her back to the house, before I felt her shift in my arms to get closer into me, I had blushed at her being so forward, shaking the thought I had resumed my trek back to place her in a proper place of rest.
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After putting her in bed and telling young Jackie to look after her, I asked Big Mac to help me with the rest of the harvest, he said he would help with the rest of the harvest, as he was already helping out Smith with it before she had gotten a fever.

Now never let it be said I was a whiner, as I had taken on multiple odd jobs, some of which had next to impossible things to lift, but these baskets full of apples, were torment, the baskets themselves were half as wide as my car, and having to drag them all the way back was absolute hell, but I kept telling myself that it was to help out the Apple Family.

But for some reason, it felt like I was doing this because I wanted to, but I wrote it off as just a random thought, but the more it kept coming to me, the more it bothered me, why was I doing this? I certainly didn't have to, but I chose to, I don't know why I did but, just seeing how desperate Smith was just to finish this, I decided to shake these thoughts, rather focusing on finishing this harvest.
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I decided to check up on Apple Smith to see how she was doing, why did I care? I don't know, but all that I do know is that I was worried about her, I lightly knocked on her door, "Hey there, rise and shine sleeping beauty," I had taken to calling her this, as she wasn't a very pretty sleeper, snoring as loud as a horse, but right now wasn't the time to tease her, "how are you feeling now?" I asked her walking in her room.

The moment I saw her my eyes immediately softened, her hair was a bit messy and there was a wet rag on her forehead, and her cheeks were extremely red from the fever, "Oh I'm doin' fine, I heard from Apple Jack that you and Macintosh were finishin' up the harvest," she said with a weak smile on her face, "you know you didn't have to, I coulda' finished it all up by myself."

"No you can't, not in your condition, I won't let you." I stated with no room for arguement.

She looked at me with some kind of stare, "Well, why do you care so much?" She didn't mean anything by it, she was just simply curious, why would I care? I'm in a world I have yet to get used to, and I barely have a connection formed with anyone from this world, but I did and I have no idea why.

"I honestly don't know, I don't know you guys that well," I started explaining to her, "and I've been separated from my only son, and I just," at this point I closed my eyes preparing to say everything that was on my mind, "I just, can't stand the thought of being alone," I stated the truth that even I didn't know until I said it, "just the thought of being alone here, it scares me unbelievably so." I finished while clenching my fists so hard that my knuckles turned white.

I was in deep thought, mulling over all the possibilities of what would become of this, until I felt a gentle touch on my cheek, I looked at her to see her pulling her hair out of her braid, allowing it to fall back into a beautiful sight of snow white hair, "Well, you don't have to be alone, and I know we can't replace what you've lost," she stated, her blush almost seeming to increase, "but, we'll be here for ya', I'll be here for ya'," she stated that last part quietly looking away from my gaze, trying to keep it to herself, but I definitely heard it, "I just hope that, with time, we can help ya' get past this, I know that Apple Jack looks up to ya', more than ya' know," she stated gaining a smile at the thought, "I know ya' miss, yer' son, an' I just wish I could do somethin' ta' help ya'." She stated that last part with a small amount of saddness.

Through it all I could only look at her in awe at how much she wants to help, but it appears as if I've been ignorant of her efforts, I gently cupped her cheek, getting her to face me, "Hey, you do more than enough, more than you know," I told her with a soft and warm smile, "you don't have to worry so much about me, but you choose to, and I couldn't be more grateful if I tried," I stated with a soft chuckle at the end, "I'm sure that if my son were here, you'd find almost no difference between him and your family." I stated that last part with an even bigger smile on my face.

I didn't even realize I was being pulled into her until I felt a tug on my shirt, her eyes were shadowed by her mane, and she used her amazing strength to pull me into her embrace, and much to my flustered state, I could feel her toned body and her chest pressing against my torso, but now that I'm this close I smelled something weird coming from her, something completely different from anything I've ever smelled from this place.

"I-I can't, take it any, more," I heard her say in a desperate tone that also started to sound sensual, "I'm s-sorry Kenneth, but you really shouldn't, be here, right now." Her breathing became even deeper, and the blush on her face became even more pronounced, much to my extreme confusion.

"Hey are you okay, do you need me to bring you something?!" I stated in a panicky manner, hoping that she was ok.

"Mmmm~," she whined and threw her head back, with a hand placed over her mouth to silence the sound coming from her, "p-please, y-you have, t-to go." She tried pushing me away from her but I wasn't giving in, not until I knew what the hell was going on.

"I'm not going anywhere, not until I know what's going on with you, cause you seem to know a hell of a lot more than I do." I told her in a matter-of-fact manner.

Only to my surprise she then pounced on me and straddled my waist, her messy upbraided white mane swayed gently above my face, her face was fully flustered, her eyes were half-lidded, "I'm, really sorry, but it was too embarrassing to tell you outright, but, a few times every year," she looked away in shame with a few tears starting to form at the edge of her eyes, "us mares go through a cycle of..." I felt something wet on my pants, but it was also sticky- ooohh.

I smiled gently at her, "So you go through something like heat, am I right?" She was still looking away, but she gave a slight nod, I then sat up grabbing her waist, keeping her from falling, and she gave an adorable squeal in response, at this point I was blushing as bad as she was, "You know, I wouldn't mind helping you out with that," she looked at me in shock and disbelief, "it's not to relieve stress but," I looked into her eyes that were full of lust, and want, "but because I think I'm starting to fall for you." I told her with one of my famous 'Rayson' smiles, and with those simple words, her eyes full of lust changed to something more.

"K-Kenneth, are ya' sure?" She looked up at me with apprehension, "I-I mean I'm not the most experienced mare, and I'm sure ya' could go for some pony much prettier than m-" I interrupted her with a simple action, nothing much, but it told her everything she needed to know, I had stopped her rambling by kissing her with everything that I had in me, my left hand stroking her back in a comforting way, my other hand stroking her white mane, she was taken aback at first as she had tensed up, but almost immediately relaxed in my embrace, as she returned the action with the same same amount of ferocity.

After awhile I had pulled back to regain my breath, "I don't care about other mares, I care about you, and that won't ever change," I told her with all the passion I had for her, "don't ever doubt that."

At my last statement, tears started to flow from her eyes, but her smile told me she was the happiest mare in the whole world at the moment, and you know what, I was the luckiest man to have this wonderful 'mare' by my side.
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After several hours of commencing in the sacred ritual of passion, we were both laying under the covers covered in sweat and, ahem, other fluids, we were now just enjoying each others company, I was just running my hands through the locks of her mane, and she was just looking up at me with practical hearts in her eyes, "If this is a dream, I hope it never ends." I heard her say under her breath.

I chuckled at that, "I don't think you have to worry about that," I said as I kept stroking her mane, until another thought came to mind that made me pause, "I know that nothing can replace my son."

She looked up at me in shock that I had brought that up again, after all they had been through, but I reassured her with a smile on my face, not one filled with pain, but with acceptance, "I can't replace what I lost, but I can gain something new," I told her and she gave me a light punch in response to keeping her in suspense, "well, I'm going to go and finish up that harvest, if you'll excuse me-" I was about to leave the bed when she suddenly straddled my waist again, rubbing against my nether region.

"Ya' may not have known this, but us mares can last for the entire night, more if we're feeling restless, and all day I've done nothin' but rest all day, and ya' can guess whose responsible." She told me causing my cheeks to darken, and my lower blood levels to rise.

I had a comical sweatdrop go down the side of my head, "Well," I said while holding onto her, flipping our positions, "I guess when you put it like that, I have no choice but to take responsibility." I told her before kissing her passionately, with her arms around my neck, reciprocating the same feeling as I was.

Author's Note

I felt so weird writing this, I know that there is so much I could do to improve this, and I really need your guys suggestions on how I could do better on this, I also feel like I rushed it a bit, what do you think, should I separate them into different chapters or should I just leave it as is, please let me know what you think about it. And if you enjoyed it please let me know, I'm always looking forward to seeing everyone's reaction to this