Chapters The Girdle. Episode : Ticket Master
Applejack runs into the house and makes a bee line for the kitchen. Arriving, she skids to a halt, grabbing the flour off the rack and tossing it onto the table. It lands with a heavy thump, a cloud of flour rising up and coating the snout of Big Mac who was trying to enjoy a cool drink of apple juice.
“Cough cough, ha… CHOO!” sneezed Big Mac. “What in tarnation has gotten into you?” Big Mac asked, wiping the flour off his nose.
“Twilight’s got an extra ticket to the Grand Galloping Gala, and Ah’ was hoping she would invite me to join her in attending!” Applejack answered as she dashed around the room grabbing several sticks of butter, bags of sugar, four cartons of eggs and a very wide assortment of spices as well.
“Well…” Big Mac said, pondering over the vast quantities of ingredients, “that still doesn’t explain all this.” He said as he slowly waved his hoof over the table. “You plan to set up a stall somewhere?”
“Nnnope…” Applejack imitated her brother’s catchphrase as she looked at him; a sly grin appeared on her face. “Ah’ plan to treat my good friend there Twilight to a barrage of good eats later, hah!” she said as she began pounding on the dough she was preparing.
“Applejack!” Big Mac suddenly said, a little louder than he expected. “Are you saying that you are gonna bribe her into giving you that extra ticket?” he glared at her.
“Oh course not.” Applejack replied, looking insulted. “Why Ah’ think my friend Twilight would enjoy a tasty treat of Apple Fritters, Apple Pie and maybe some Apple Crumble. And if she was feeling mighty gracious and invited me along to the Gala, well, Ah’ fer one won’t say no now would I?”
“Nnnope. But I still think that’s its wrong to bribe her fer that ticket. No matter how well you try to sugarcoat it.” Big Mac said, rather disapprovingly as he turned and walked towards the door.
“Oh, Big Mac,” Applejack stopped him before he could leave. Big Mac simply turned and looked back at Applejack. “Just in case you thought ah fergot about it,” Applejack began, “Ah won tha’ bet. All the Golden Delicious apples are in the barn.Hur hur, I win big bro.” Applejack ended with a smirk on her face.
“Ah’mh gonna go check it first.” Big Mac said as he left the kitchen.
“Why, this is your sister Applejack talking here! There is no way that ah be fibbing about something like that.” She yelled out, all the while skillfully pressing in the base for her apple pie.
But big Mac had already disappeared out of the kitchen.
As he closed in on the barn, he wondered if there was a way to wiggle out of this. He really didn’t want to wear Granny Smith’s girdle let alone walk down Stirrup Street in one. He made his way over to the barn and stood there. Just stood there for a good five minutes. He was wondering if he should go in. Applejack was never one to lie about the results of a bet, even if she did lose. Sighing, he pushed the barn door open anyway. Sure enough, the apples were all there. Big Mac looked across the fields and noted that all the Golden Delicious apple trees were bare of apples. He slowly made his way into the barn, determined to find a small sliver of hope that Applejack did not win the bet. About two hours later, and with a sigh of defeat, he slowly made his way back to the house.
As he approached the house, he noticed Granny Smith rocking slowly back and forth on her rocking chair. She smiled as Big Mac approached her.
“Why hello there Big Mac. Lemme guess…” she started, “checking the barn to see if you had won or lost the bet?” a grin on her face.
“Eeyup… Hey!” Big Mac suddenly realized, “Granny, how didja know about the bet?” Big Mac looked at her, an obvious mix of confusion and embarrassment on his face.
“Hee hee, sonny, granny hears things, and things like these ah don’t easily forget, just like when it comes to Zap Apple season!” her grin widening just a little. “So how bout you wear the black one with the laces? Or, or maybe the frilly white one instead?” an almost enthusiastic zing in her voice.
“Granny…” Big Mac almost whined, “I’ll go pick something out mah’self” he said, his face a little redder than usual.“Yup, you go on ahead and look for something you’d like… in yer granny’s underwear drawer that is! Eeehee hee hee hee hee!” the old mare cackled as Big Mac slowly made his way to her bedroom.
Big Mac decided, before entering the room, that he’d just get the plainest looking one that was there. Several moments later, he picked out a simple black girdle. And then it struck him. How was he going to wear something that was that tight? He’d stretch it out pretty wide. Sighing again, he walked out to Granny Smith. He was not looking forward to her laughing at him again.
“Granny,” he began “If I were to wear this, it might get so stretched out that it’ll no longer be usable.” He told her.
“Big Mac, I dun need a girdle anymore. So you go on ahead and stretch it out.” She said with a wink.
Suddenly, it began to pour. Big Mac decided that the rain, heavy it was, now matched his mood.
Big Mac tossed the girdle over his back and walked to the kitchen. The time he took to confirm the apples in the barn, add to the time he took to find a suitable girdle, meant that Applejack had just about to leave, the kitchen table laden with apple based goodies, ready for the wagon. If only it wasn’t raining. He walked up to her. “All right Applejack. You win. I’ll walk down Stirrup Street with this thing on. Just help me get it on…” he said, blushing so bad that it was visible even on his already red face. “Ah never wore one of these before”
Applejack tried to hold back a giggle. “Just slide yer hide legs in, and then pull it over yer flank. Ah’ll help tie it then.” She told her big brother. It was a bit of a struggle; however, eventually Big Mac was able to wear it. It was uncomfortably tight, even without tying it to place.
“We’ll leave once the rain stops.” Applejack said as she begun loading the small wagon by the door.
And as fast quickly as the rain had started, it stopped. Out came the sun, and the freshness a sudden cloudburst filled the air. “Well, let’s go brother.” Applejack giggled, giggling at Big Mac's embaressment.
The walk down the street was almost torture for Big Mac, who was walking in front of the wagon. The girdle was tight, it chafed his inner thigh, almost restricted blood to his legs, not to mention, as they passed the ponies in town, they all gave him weird looks. Some giggles, some pointed with their hooves and some simply shook their head, disapprovingly. Thankfully the rain kept a majority of the villagers indoors. Big Mac was blushing so fiercely, his face was a brighter red than the rest of his body.
“Just a little more Big Mac,” Applejack said as they were about to react the end of Stirrup Street, “Then you’re free to go.” She said as she chuckled loudly.
“Eeyup…” Big Mac muttered to himself, always keeping an eye on the end of the street.
“Another 15 steps …. 10 steps ….. 5 steps …..” Big Mac mentally counted as the end of this ordeal was coming to a close.
“4 … 3 … 2 … 1. That’s it!” he yelled in triumph. “Applejack, the bet’s done and the task is complete. I’m heading back to the barn.” He said rather quickly and in one breath. And before Applejack could reply, there was only a dust cloud where once stood Big Mac. She turned around and old caught a glimpse of his tail as he galloped straight for Sweet Apple Acres.
Applejack chuckled to herself once more. A bet worth the effort, she thought to herself. Now the next thing was to look for Twilight. “Excuse me ma’am,” she asked a random pony, “Have you by chance seen Twilight Sparkle lately?”
“Oh, I think I saw her heading towards the Carousel Boutique.” Came a reply.
“Thank ya kindly.” Applejack replied as she made her way to her next destination, pulling the wagon full of treats behind her.
Injury. Episode : AppleBuck Season
Her eyes opened and a yawn slowly escaped her lips. She blinked her eyes, not really wanting to get up just yet. The rooster crowed only a few moments ago and a sliver of sunlight shone in through the curtains, shining directly into her green emerald eye.
She tossed in bed, hid her head under the covers and turned around, her back now facing the offending beam of light. She heard a knock on the door, and then the creaking of its hinges as the door slowly opened. A rough call of her name stirred her again. And she looked at the pony. A strong red pony. She mumbled something that seemed to satisfy him. He turned around and walked away, leaving her door open. A sigh escaped her lips. She knew she just had to wake up. Things needed to be done and it wasn’t going to take care of itself. If only there was something to motivate her. She looked at her bedside table, noticing the golden ticket just sitting there.
Applejack was lying in bed; the Golden ticket to the Grand Galloping Gala between her hoofs. Giggling to herself, feeling mighty pleased that she is now one of the exclusive guest to one of the most exclusive Galas in all of Equestria. She just lay there for a moment, daydreaming about the Gala.
“Applejack!” Applebloom yelled for her sister from the kitchen. “Come down for breakfast already!”
Applejack sat up, looking at the clock. Yes it was time to get up. But she could not allow such a dream to end so abruptly. So she lay back down, her ticket against her chest. “Another minute or so won’t hurt.” She thought to herself. Unfortunately, that sentiment was not shared by Granny Smith.
“Applebloom dearie, go on up there and see what is taking that sister of yours so long. Its not like her to be late for breakfast.”
“Aww Granny, do I hafta?” Applebloom whined. “Go on now, just see what’s keeping her.” Granny Smith insisted. “Okay.” Applebloom finally agreed, looking a little sour. She slowly made her way upstairs. Her sister’s room is directly in front of the staircase.
Once there, she peeked into her sister’s room. She found Applejack still in bed, holding something against her chest, grinning like a silly filly dreaming about her first crush. Applebloom quietly snuck in, creeping low as to not make a sound. She made it safely to the foot of her sister’s bed, who apparently was still daydreaming. Applebloom held her breath as she slowly stood up. She looked at her sister, still grinning to herself. Applebloom quietly took in a lungful of air, her mind already racing, thinking of all the trouble she’s gonna get into. It’s too late now….
“WHA’CHA GOT THERE APPLEJACK!!!!” Applebloom screamed at the top of her voice!
Applejack leapt up in pure shock, clearing a good meter off the bed before crashing back down. She twisted in mid-air and landed in a rather awkward position which caused her to bounce right off the bed. She landed on her stomach with a loud thud, the wind slightly knocked out of her.
Applebloom on the other hand was laughing her flank off, rolling on the floor, her hooves bunched up against her tiny body, as tears flowed from her eyes. However, she recovered quickly, well, quicker than Applejack who was just only starting to realize what had happened.
“What’s this?” Applejack heard her sister ask. Quickly, she shot up and turned around. Applebloom had the Golden Ticket in one hoof. At first, Applejack was feeling rather upset with her little sister, but that sweet smiling face as well as the little filly handing back the Ticket cooled her anger quite a bit. Applejack could never stay mad at Applebloom on the account that she knew deep down that Applebloom was only playing and never meant any harm. But that didn’t mean she’d get away with that little prank earlier.
“That’s my Galloping Gala ticket you have there.” Applejack said as she nipped the ticket back and placing it on her bedside table. “And I’m gonna be attending that Gala later this year.” Applejack said rather proudly.
“You Applejack. Hah, I thought that was only for sophisticated ponies.” Applebloom said.
“What was that?” Applejack was taken aback. “You think that ah can’t be sophisticated?” She said, now with an evil glint in her eyes. “You know what squirt, I was about to let you off earlier, what with you scaring the daylights outta me, but now, I think you deserve ‘the punishment’.” Applejack said as she loomed closer and closer towards Applebloom.
“Oh no… Applejack… ya… yah wouldn’t” Applebloom backed off nervously.
“Oh yes my little filly, yes I do….”
“What in tarnation are those two doing up there? Big Mac, go check on yer sisters, the foods getting cold. ” Granny Smith rasped out rather impatiently.
“Okay granny.” Big Mac said obediently as he got off his chair and moved towards the stairs.
“Now what could be taking those two so long” Big Mac was thinking to himself as he began climbing the stairs to Applejack’s room. “Surely they had to be up by now.” Big Mac grinned suddenly thinking that Applebloom might be bouncing on her siste’s bed, trying to get her to come down. However, halfway up, he suddenly heard shrieks coming from above. Shrieks of laughter that sounded like Applebloom. “Not again.” Big Mac thought to himself.
“Hah! You think its funny do ya yer little filly!” Applejack mock yelled at her sister as she ran her hooves up and down her little sisters back and flank.
“Please heeeheehee! Stop Applejack! Haah aaaha! I’m sorry… aaaah! I’m haaha! Soorrrriiieeee!!!!! Hahaha!” Applebloom pleaded in between laughs and giggles as she desperately tried to crawl away towards the stairs in a feeble attempt to escape the terrible tickling she was getting.
“Uh uh… no way little sis, ya had this a’coming and yer getting what ya deserves.” And with that she pulled her shoulders up, flipping Applebloom towards her and onto her back just as she was about to make her escape down the staircase. She was now laying down outside Applejack's room, her muzzle facing Applejack’s.
“Please, please! Stop!” Applebloom continued pleading, as Applejack continued her unrelenting tickle assault on the little filly.
Suddenly, “What in tarna-OOF!” was the only thing Applejack heard as Applebloom, in her wild attempt to escape, accidentally gave one hard kick, landing her hooves squarely against Big Mac’s chin as he came up the stairs.
“Yeow!! Ow!! Oof!! Argh!! Uhh!! Oof!! Thud…..” and all went silent as Big Mac lay sprawled at the bottom of the staircase. His face against the floor as his legs hung, dangling over his head.
The two sisters came rushing down towards their fallen brother.
“BIG MAC!” Applebloom called out in terror and concern. “Ah’m sorry, ah’m sorry, ah’m sorry, ah’m sorry, ah’m sorry…” Applebloom almost chanted. “Ah didn’t mean it…” she continued, tears in her eyes.
Applejack arrived a few minutes after, a look of concerned in her eyes. “Ah just called the doc. He’ll be here lickaty split, you’ll see.” She tried to reassured him. “Are you okay Big Mac?”
He rolled his eyes to look up at her, his straw of hay still in his mouth. After a moment, he answered… “Nnope…”
I Dream of Fluttershy (Dream)
This story is a dream story from listening to this verse (the chorus), sung to the tune Fireflies by Owl City
I'd like to make myself believe Equestria's kind pony Would come to me when I'm feeling tired And snuggle me to sleep 'Cause ponies have invaded all my dreams
Here is the link to the whole songFluttershy 20% cooler
It is a cold winter night, and outside the air is still. Not a sound could be heard, not a chirp, not a squeak, not a peep. The song silent night came to mind and I started humming a little tune. I was under my quilt, trying my best to sleep. But the room was warm, no. It was hot. There was no ventilation nor was there a fan to speak of. It was quiet typically, a stone box. I could have opened the door, but then, just outside, in the hall, my father, uncle and their friends were there. They had come to watch the game. By now, they’d be fast asleep. Yup, asleep in the hall. They would be sprawled across the couch, easy chair and probably the rug as well. My father, uncle and their friends were heavy sleepers. And they snore rather loudly. Their snores were barely audible with the door closed. What more with the door open? No, I would not have opened the door. I wanted my peace and quiet. However, that did not solve my current problem. The room was really hot. I leaned out to open the window. Unlocking it, I slid the window open and immediately the cold air came rushing in.
“Bad idea.” I told myself as the temperature in the room plummeted. One moment I was baking and now, I feel like a Popsicle. The problem was, I had accidentally pushed the window a little hard, sending the glass to slide all the way to the other end. I looked over the bed and cursed softly. The floor was marble and my slippers were in the cupboard. My feet will be frostbitten should I step out of bed. I just lay there, unsure if it was worth getting out of bed to shut the window. After all, it was still warm, more or less, under the covers. I chose to stay. Second bad idea of the night. Soon I began to regret that decision as the warmth crept out from under the quilt. Shivering, I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep.
It was then that I heard a soft fluttering sound, like wings flapping gently. I slowly opened my eyes and look out into my room. My vision still blurry, my mind in a haze, I felt frozen solid. There stood something on four legs, canary yellow with long pink hair. I could also make out a large pair of wings as it folded neatly to the creatures side. It lifted one of its front legs and slid the window towards me, making the gap smaller. Less cold winter air now invaded my room and the chill lessened. The yellow creature walked towards me. I could hear the clopping of hooves on the marble floor. As my vision cleared up, I looked and saw a sweet, gentle pony face, looking right at me. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. The creature standing in front of me resembled something from the cartoon my little cousin made me watch. “Fluttershy?” I mumbled a question, still half asleep.
The creature giggled softly. “Why yes, it is me.” She replied in that soft gentle voice she had in the show.
“You… are… real?” I asked, not believing what I was seeing. In response, she trotted closer and pushed her muzzle just below my cheek, nuzzling me. It felt so nice, so comforting to have this pony do that to me. I brought up my hand and touched her cheek.
“Wha… what are you doing here?” I asked softly, not wanting her to leave.
“I saw your window wide open and that you were shivering, and I thought that you looked so cold.” A sweet kindness in her voice. “So I came in and closed the window and to see if you’d be okay.” She smiled as she finished telling me.
“I’d feel better if you could snuggle up with me.” I said instinctively as I yawned, still half asleep.
She giggled and answered in a soft little voice, “If you really want me to.”
“Please.” I mumbled.
I felt the quilt move slightly and the cold air bit savagely into my warm body. I shivered rather roughly. However, I then felt a weight climb into bed, and I scooted myself further in. The quilt was then pulled over me and soon what felt like legs was placed over my shoulders. I was gently pulled closer towards the yellow pony as she too slid closer. Her forelegs wrapped around my back as she pulled me close, pressing me against her soft chest. Her fur was warm and I felt her breathing gently. She gently nuzzled my cheek as I wrapped my own arms around her neck. Again I noticed how soft her fur was against the bare skin of my arms. She felt warm, so comfortably warm. I placed one leg over her hind leg, hooking the back of my knee around hers. A small gasp escaped her lips due to my actions, and if I was not mistaken, I think I saw her blush. I was tired and I didn’t think of what she might interpret from my actions, however, I didn’t really care. I felt so comfortable in Fluttershy’s embraced that I slowly drifted off to sleep. I kissed her gently on the muzzle, whispering a soft ‘Goodnight’.
Just before I slipped into unconsciousness, I felt her wing extend under the covers, over my body.
The following morning, I woke up, the room a comfortable warm. The sun shone through the curtain-less window behind me. The first thing I heard as I lay in my bed was that of my father and the chatter over the previous night’s game with my uncle and their friends. I thought back to the night before. I remembered, vaguely that Fluttershy had been in my room. However, I could not remember if she had snuggled up with me, however, I do remember a soft warm body against mine. I pushed aside the notion, claiming that it was just a wonderful dream. My reasoning that Fluttershy, a character from My Little Pony, Friendship is Magic is nothing more than a cartoon.
It was then I rolled over and noticed a long delicate canary yellow feather on my pillow. And I smiled.