Pick Your Perspective: Between a Cowgirl and a Diva

She approached you, microphone in hand, and her siren song was the only noticeable element besides her gorgeous form. The lights, the cheers, and the stage didn’t exist to you. Adagio Dazzle had chosen you. Your vision began to darken across its periphery, but you didn’t pass out. As if before a moment had passed, the two of you were almost naked and her rear pinned you to the wall but, when you woke up, the beautiful blonde hair of your wife Applejack was what greeted your eyes, rather than the back of Adagio’s head. Her warmth felt distant, there was quite a bit of room between your naked bodies, so you shuffled in bed to close the distance and embrace her. You ran your left hand over her sleeping form, and rested it over your child growing within her; fatherhood scared you, but you banished the thought for now and tried to return to your dream.

No, that wasn’t right. You shouldn’t be dreaming about some celebrity. It’d break Applejack’s heart if she could read your thoughts right now. Still, returning to sleep did sound nice, so you shuffled just a little closer and closed your eyes back. Seconds passed.

Applejack had other plans, you clearly heard her waking up, and her movements against your body were certainly nicer than some dream. “Mornin’.” A simple word, always beautiful in her voice, even though she was yawning when she said it. She started to stretch and tried to turn over to face you, but you gently held her in place and propped yourself up to kiss her cheek. She let you hold her like that for a few minutes more before speaking up. “If we don’t get outta bed, we won’t get anythin’ done, ya know.”

“What exactly is there to do today, honeycrisp?” She smiled at the nickname. She stopped smiling when you reminded her with your next words. “You’re not fit for farmwork right now, and today’s my day off anyway.”

She blew a raspberry. “I’ll find something to do.” She sat herself up, with your help; shuffled off the bed, again with your help; and walked over to the wardrobe. You were planning to wear nothing more than boxers and a T-shirt for the moment, but she handed you a pair of pants and you figured she was serious about doing something around the house. She slipped into her panties, bra, and shirt by herself, tying the shirt in a knot to cover her bosom since it no longer fit her otherwise. You were tying your shoes when she held up her folded blue jean shorts and her skirt in each hand and asked for your opinion. “What d’ya think, partner, shorts or skirt?”

You glanced at her hips with nothing more than panties covering her. “I don’t know, no one else is in the house right now, and I’d sure like to watch you dust in just those.” She playfully hit you on the head with the shorts before moving to put the skirt away. “No, no, I prefer the skirt. It fits you better these days.”

She chuckled and handed the skirt to you, which you held open at the floor as she gently stepped into it, pulling it up to her hips so she could adjust it herself. Then you helped her slide into her shoes, tying them before finishing yours. Her leather boots had long been uncomfortable to wear with swollen feet. You stood up before earnestly asking about her plans. “Alright, so what are we doing today, sweetheart?”

Applejack walked past you as she spoke. “There’s got to be somethin’ that needs doin’ ’round here. C’mon.”

Having a well-maintained house was horrible for busy work, since every time Applejack remembered something wrong with it you had to point out that you or her brother had already fixed it. She was beginning to get frustrated walking around the house only to find nothing wrong with it, but then her stomach growled and you realized neither of you had eaten breakfast even though it was lunch time by now. “Hey, that’s what needs doing around here. We need to go on a date before you pop.” You gently poked her rather taut bump for emphasis.

“A date? I don’t know, do we have that kinda money just laying around?” You started to roll your eyes without thinking, but instead pretended to look at a light fixture before you upset her.

“I don’t think eating in town for once, just the two of us, will bankrupt us. C’mon, let me show you off a little.” You nuzzled her, but she squirmed away.

“Now you hold on, I don’t want no one seeing me all nasty and bloated like this if I can help it.” Was she blushing just a little?

“Don’t worry, we’ll go somewhere without many people, somewhere cheap.” She still looked uncertain. “It’ll be fun.”

Whether she only pretended to think for a moment or not, you couldn’t tell. “Well, alright.”

The drive into town was mostly uneventful. You watched the beautiful orchard leave your view as you drove along the dirt road and passed the gate. The scenery along the paved roads wasn’t horrible, and there were still too many trees to count, but you always felt a little guilty for leaving the property that was now yours as much as hers. You decided to tune the radio to the local news station, and listened for any news relevant to either of you. You swallowed uncomfortably after hearing the announcer mention a big concert planned for the nearby area, and your hand collided with hers as both of you reached to touch the dial.

Applejack chuckled. “I don’t like ’em either, sugarcube.” It sent a tingle down your back to hear that, almost as if she were letting you know she’d heard your thoughts earlier. You swallowed again. She’d never told you about any talking in your sleep, but maybe she wouldn’t if you did. You cleared your throat. No, she was just agreeing with you, and nothing more. Everything was fine.

“So,” you kept one hand on the steering wheel and placed the other over hers, “where do we want to go?” She smiled as your hand caressed hers, and scratched her chin with the other while she mulled over your question for a moment.

“Somewhere decent, with a lot of variety.” That sounded like a buffet to you. It would probably be pretty empty this time of day.

After you parked, you got out and managed to walk around to open Applejack’s door for her before she could, since she had a little trouble with her seatbelt this time. You did a slight bow as you held out your hand for her to grab, and you knew she liked it even though she may have rolled her eyes. She was certainly smiling while you walked to the restaurant with her, and as you held open the door for her.

As the parking lot showed, the place was mostly empty right now. You ordered drinks, found a table, and Applejack was getting her plate while you did much of nothing.

You didn’t notice the tour bus that parked outside, nor did you notice when three colorful women walked in. You did notice when you felt something warm and soft press into the back of your head, however, and your body jolted slightly for a moment. Applejack had headbumped you with her belly before, once or twice, when you were slouching and not paying attention. You turned to look at her before sitting up straight; it was odd how she could sneak up on you like that when she was in a different part of the restaurant.

You’ve done a fair amount of navel gazing these past few months, but now you were gazing at an entirely different navel. Your eyes followed the dark line upwards to see a smug face looking down at you. She was the woman from your dreams, Adagio Dazzle herself, but this felt much more like a nightmare.

“Hello, daddy. Did you miss me?” She smiled in a predatory way. “What a delightful coincidence. This is much easier than meeting you up at that barn they call a house.”

“What the fuck are you doin’ with my husband!” There she was. You turned your head to see Applejack marching over as quickly as she could.

Adagio looked aghast in a fake way, stealing your attention. “Your husband?” She resumed looking down at you. “You never told me about her! I thought I was the only girl for you!” That was said in a more genuine but still fake way, not that Applejack noticed the conspicuous lack of tears such as those beginning to form in her own eyes.

Applejack glared at you too, sputtering. “I-I can’t believe ya cheated on me?! Why, wasn’t I good enough for ya?!” Now the tears were freely flowing.

You took a moment to swallow in a way that only made you look more guilty. “I never cheated on you! Honest!”

“Then explain yourself already!” Applejack spoke while wiping tears from her face. Adagio, you didn’t notice, was content to just stand and watch both of you.

“I, I don’t know what happened. I don’t remember ever seeing her. I swear to Celestia, Applejack, I swear!” Her silent look managed to squeeze more words out of you. “Uh, I, I’ve had a few weird dreams about her lately, but that’s all!”

Adagio placed a finger underneath your chin and turned you to face her. “Now, now, hubbie, don’t you remember driving through town one night, alone, and seeing a concert in the middle of town? Don’t you remember my sweet siren song?” Your heart was beating too loudly for you to hear someone mutter “our siren song, you fat bitch” at a nearby table.

Adagio giggled, ever fake. “Of course, I suppose half the point is that you don’t remember, now isn’t it?” You forcefully but still gently enough removed her finger from your chin. Turning back to face Applejack, you noticed she was right on top of you now to get at Adagio. You had to lean back and shrink in your chair while they butted up against the other as well as they could.

“I get it now.” Applejack pointed her finger at Adagio, and it looked like she was struggling to not ball it into a fist. “You stole my husband you fuckin’ siren, you fuckin’ whore!” She jutted her neck out a little for that last word.

Adagio kept her hands behind her back, and you only now noticed her two sisters looking ready to pounce at the drop of a hat. “I guess I did. Now what are you going to do about it?”

“I’ll skin ya alive, you evil bitch!” You had to break this up, at the very least because you were stuck between and underneath them, but also for your child still inside Applejack, and even your possible child in Adagio. You quickly, but still as gently as you could manage, snaked your hands up, over, and between them to slowly push them apart. Not really thinking, and without time to think anyway, their bosoms were really the only part of their bodies you could push from without hurting anything, or anyone. Thankfully, no one had broken out her claws—you stole a glance at Adagio’s sisters—or teeth, yet.

“No one’s killing anybody today! Let’s just calm down!” You didn’t even look at Adagio when you spoke, only locking eyes with Applejack. “Calm down, honeycrisp, calm down, for the baby.”

You, Applejack, Adagio, and her two sisters were sharing a table, somewhat. Snot-filled napkins littered the floor and table where Applejack sat.

“Why don’t we just share him? You get him half of the year, and we get him the other half. Deal?” While better than Adagio’s first suggestion to share you three months out of the year, you knew Applejack would never accept, and you didn’t really like the idea either. You still really hoped you were dreaming somehow, but you couldn’t wake up.

You turned to look at her again after that suggestion. Applejack’s face was red, and she looked like she was going to start bleeding through her nose. You gently ran your hand along her cheek. “It’ll be okay, honeycrisp, so long as we have our family it’ll be okay. Just stay calm, for the baby.” She managed to smile at you.

“And what about our baby, love?” While you were tending to Applejack, Adagio had taken your hand to rest it on her bump without you noticing. This entire situation was insane. You needed to learn why Adagio hated Applejack enough to do this to you, today. You started racking your mind for anything Applejack had mentioned about magic and monsters over the years. She’d never been one to brag about anything like this. Your totalled train of thought fully derailed at yelling from one of the sirens.

“Ooh, ooh, can I have a baby too?” Adagio’s sister with the blue hair shouted another inanity, and you winced watching Adagio slap her on the back of the head. You hoped she treated your child—well it probably was your child the longer this went on—more gently than that. You’d thought you and Applejack had everything planned out well enough, but a demonic half-sibling really changes things.

Today would feel very long.