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A New Landscape by Landscape

By SlavePonyGeneral
Created: 21st December 2020 07:20:01 PM
28th March 2023 09:28:36 AM
Applejack/spg/

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  3. UPDATED: 11/13/2019
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  5. >a “hard worker” the website said
  6. >she certainly looked pretty strong
  7. >the picture on the screen showed her at all angles
  8. >certainly looked like the kind of pony who would be able to help you do your landscaping work
  9.  
  10. >so, you splurged
  11. >made the order, spent the money you’d been saving up
  12. >from what you hear, these ponies are pretty hardy
  13. >and in the list of descriptions, you saw “background in agriculture and manual labor”
  14. >and, surprisingly, she was rather cheap to purchase
  15. >that was all you needed to hear
  16.  
  17. >You were surprised when you heard your phone ring so early in the morning
  18. >it was the salesmen notifying you of when they would arrive at your house with your brand new pony you purchased
  19. >11:00 am in the morning
  20. >It was a Sunday, normally your day off to sleep in
  21. >but the news made you excited enough to make it impossible to sleep anymore
  22. >So, you get up and groggily set up your coffee maker
  23.  
  24. >You’ve already planned it out
  25. >You’ve got a guest room that you basically never use
  26. >It’ll be where she can sleep
  27. >and you’ve done your research on what ponies can eat
  28. >obviously, there’s no meat items allowed
  29. >but eggs are surprisingly ok to feed them, however
  30. >so, you bought a few dozen eggs
  31. >got plenty of fresh veggies and fruit
  32. >even some fancy bread
  33.  
  34. >true, you made your wallet cry a little bit
  35. >you do okay for yourself, but you’re not exactly rich either
  36. >but it’s the middle of summer, and there is plenty of landscaping work that you and your company have to do right now
  37. >you make a decent living
  38. >even if it’s tiring work
  39. >hopefully, your little pony will be up to helping out
  40. >you took a bit of a gamble
  41. >you’ll have to see!
  42.  
  43. >Finally, at ten past 11:00, you hear the knock on the door
  44. >a few loud thumps
  45. >then, the doorbell
  46. >You get up from your chair, where you’ve been sitting anxiously for the last half hour
  47. >you dart over, and open the door
  48.  
  49. >on the other side, there’s a short, chubby man
  50. >maybe 5 foot 7
  51. >and in his hand, he’s holding a thick leather leash
  52. >your eyes follow it down, until you clap eyes on her
  53.  
  54. >there she is, the pony that was in the picture
  55. >orange coat
  56. >little white freckles on her cheeks
  57. >emerald green eyes
  58. >blonde mane done up in a ponytail
  59. >it’s definitely the same pony
  60.  
  61. >but then, you notice a few other things
  62. >and the little smile on your face slowly fades away
  63.  
  64. >yeah, her mane is blonde
  65. >but, dirty blonde
  66. >as in, ACTUAL dirt
  67. >And the more you look her over, the more you see how skinny she is
  68. >wiry muscles show themselves, true
  69. >but so do her ribs, protruding faintly through the skin
  70. >you stare at her for a second
  71.  
  72. >and the pony, a soon as she notices you looking at her, very quickly averts her eyes
  73.  
  74. >The chubby man speaks, and you come back to reality
  75.  
  76. “Hello, sir. Are you mister Anon?”
  77.  
  78. >It was a question you knew the answer to
  79. >but it took you a few seconds to answer
  80. >you’re still looking at the pony there on your porch
  81. >and you start to realize why she was so much less expensive to purchase
  82. >eventually, though, you do respond
  83.  
  84. “Uhh… yeah. That’s me.”
  85.  
  86. >The man nods his head, and with one hand tightly grasping the leash, he reaches back and pulls out a clipboard
  87.  
  88. “Right, mister Anon. I’ll just need you to sign and turn in this paperwork and give your signature of ownership. The rest of the information we need was already provided by you online.”
  89.  
  90. >He hands you the clipboard and a pen
  91. >You pick it up, and begin to read
  92. >but your mind still wanders
  93. >and so do your eyes
  94.  
  95. >the orange pony doesn’t look anywhere but the ground
  96. >neck lowered
  97. >it’s like she’s afraid to look at you
  98.  
  99. >your gut churns
  100. >something feels off about this.
  101. >off about her
  102. >but even so, you tentatively sign the papers and hand the clipboard back to the man
  103.  
  104. >He smiles, not showing any teeth
  105. >stretching out his fat cheeks
  106. >and he nods
  107.  
  108. “Very well. Thank you for your business, sir. She’s yours, now. Enjoy.”
  109.  
  110. >He passes the leash over to you
  111. >with a bit of hesitation you take it from him
  112. >He gives you a short, parting wave, and turns around, walking back toward his car
  113. >a shiny black sedan
  114. >with a couple of other chubby men sitting in the passenger and back seats
  115.  
  116. >”Enjoy.”
  117. >That’s what he had said.
  118.  
  119. >you only look for a few seconds before a chill runs up your spine
  120. >you aren’t even sure exactly why
  121. >you look away, and look back down to the pony on your porch
  122.  
  123. >the little thing is a not much less than 5 feet tall, including her head
  124. >she hasn’t budged an inch from where she had been standing
  125. >and she’s still not looking at you
  126. >you look down to the leash in your hand
  127.  
  128. >finally, you shake off the uneasy feelings and speak your first words to her
  129. >”Come on, let’s get you inside…”
  130.  
  131. >You give a very gentle tug on the leash
  132. >she doesn’t speak a word, but her head lifts up momentarily when you pull the leash
  133. >then, she wordlessly takes a step forward through your front door
  134.  
  135. >you walk backwards, watching her closely
  136. >she’s staring at the hardwood floor
  137. >her hooves clop noisily on the hard surface
  138. >the way she walks is a little draggy
  139. >the tips of her petite hooves slightly scraping the floor with each step
  140.  
  141. >and lastly, you notice one more thing about you brand new little pony
  142. >she’s shivering.
  143. >Not the kind of shivering when you’re cold, oh no.
  144. >the kind of shivering someone does when they’re terrified
  145.  
  146. >For a second, the two of you stand there in silence
  147. >and your thoughts begin to race
  148.  
  149. >you let go of the leash
  150. >The pony’s ears perk up, for a moment
  151. >but then they droop back down
  152.  
  153. >the silence is awful
  154. >painfully awkward
  155. >you decide to break it, since this pony is obviously incredibly shy
  156.  
  157. “Hello, I’m Anon. What’s your name?”
  158.  
  159. >You speak with a cordial tone
  160. >trying to lighten the mood
  161. >it doesn’t work
  162.  
  163. >The pony remains silent for a few moments
  164. >she’s staring at the floor
  165. >her hooves are shivering as she stands motionless
  166. >you don’t push her, giving her plenty of time
  167. >and eventually, she answers
  168.  
  169. “I-I’m Applejack, master.”
  170.  
  171. >her voice has a familiar country twang to it
  172. >being down south, it fits right in
  173. >but she says her own name with a wince
  174.  
  175. >however, that’s not the main thing you notice
  176. >did you hear that right?
  177.  
  178. “Uhh… did you just call me ‘master’?
  179.  
  180. >you ask her timidly
  181. >not threatening in any way
  182. >or so you thought
  183.  
  184. >the blonde-maned pony’s eyes grow wide
  185. >she suddenly looks up at you
  186. >and her lip is quivering
  187. >she speaks with a stammer and shortness of breath
  188.  
  189. “Oh, I-I’m real sorry! I didn’t know you w-wanted to be called something else…”
  190.  
  191. >she slinks back a little bit
  192. >flinches away from your gaze
  193.  
  194. >your confusion, however, only magnifies
  195. >so does your worry
  196. >what was the matter with this pony?
  197.  
  198. >brow furrowed, you address her again
  199.  
  200. “Yeaah... you can just call me Anon. Here, how about I just get this collar and leash off of you?”
  201.  
  202. >you take one, cautious step forward
  203. >this pony looks like she’s ready to bolt, the way she’s shying away from you
  204. >you kneel down and gently take hold of the collar
  205. >your fingers gently brush the muscles in her neck
  206. >they are hard as a rock
  207.  
  208. >but you also can see her ribs from close up
  209. >they aren’t bulging out, but you can definitely see them
  210. >you grimace
  211.  
  212. “Hey… are you hungry, Applejack? I’ve got plenty of food for you. Fruits, veggies, greens, eggs…”
  213.  
  214. >you cough to clear your throat
  215. >you fiddle with the buckle on the collar and pull the fabric out of the loop
  216. >once it’s off, you drop it on the floor
  217. >Applejack isn’t responding to you
  218. >so, you ask the question again
  219.  
  220. “Um, Applejack? Do you want lunch?”
  221.  
  222. >You scoot back, and stand up
  223. >but you hunch over and put your hands on your knees
  224. >you try to look her in the face, but she’s not looking back at you
  225. >your mind is going to dark places as you are beginning to piece things together
  226.  
  227. >Finally, she answers
  228. >but it’s not what you anticipated
  229.  
  230. “I-I’m… I’m allowed to eat all of that?”
  231.  
  232. >for the first time since she arrived, she looks up at you
  233. >there’s a tiny glimmer in her eyes
  234.  
  235. >but you must have been giving her a face by accident
  236. >because as soon as she does, she wilts, and turns her head back away from you
  237. >like she’s waiting to be struck
  238.  
  239. >this is when you start to piece things together
  240. >your mind was rejecting it as a possibility before
  241. >you didn’t want to believe it
  242. >but the emaciated look, her demeanor, the pain and fear in her voice
  243. >it all went far beyond shyness
  244. >really, it was the most obvious thing in the world
  245.  
  246. >This pony has been abused.
  247.  
  248. >You are going to have to tread very carefully.
  249. >you don’t want to draw attention to all of those horrible things she must have had to go through
  250. >at least, not yet
  251. >poor thing doesn’t look ready
  252. >so, you simply nod
  253. >and answer her softly
  254.  
  255. “Yes, Applejack. Of course, all of it. I got it just for you.”
  256.  
  257. >rather than wait for her, you decide to go to the kitchen
  258. >the way your house is, there are no walls between the living room and the kitchen
  259. >you open up the fridge and take out a carton of eggs, some cheese, a few handfuls of spinach, and a fresh apple
  260. >put them down on the counter right in front of her
  261.  
  262. “Hey, how about I make you an omelette? Cheese and spinach sound good?”
  263.  
  264. >Applejack is still rather quiet
  265. >but she looks up at the counter, finally managing to peel her eyes away from the floor
  266. >when she sees the ingredients you’ve laid out in front of her, you once again see the spark in her eyes
  267. >just a tad of life in there
  268. >and the tips of her ears twitch upward
  269. >she inhales
  270.  
  271. “Uh… uh huh…”
  272.  
  273. >Good, because you were going to make it anyway
  274. >You don’t waste time getting started.
  275. >you pull out a pan and a bowl
  276. >start heating the stovetop and cracking the eggs into the bowl
  277. >you weren’t exactly a cook, but this was one of those things you could actually make pretty well
  278. >lots of burnt eggs along the way to mastery, though
  279. >you’re going to try extra hard today to make the best dish you can
  280.  
  281. >you look over to her and realize that she’s sitting down on the floor, now
  282. >before, she was just standing there
  283. >bracing herself
  284. >you frown at her sympathetically and point to the living room couch
  285.  
  286. “Hey, you can sit down on the couch and wait if you want, Applejack. Go ahead and make yourself feel at home!”
  287.  
  288. >you talk loudly over the sizzling in the pan
  289. >checking the pan briefly before watching her
  290. >Applejack hears you, and looks over at the sofa
  291. >her emerald eyes widen, and her jaw falls
  292. >she glances over at you, a fearful expression on her face
  293. >but you just smile at her
  294. >and point at the couch again
  295.  
  296. “Go on, it’s ok!”
  297. >Applejack once again looks over at you
  298. >she’s still very tense
  299. >but her expression, slowly, begins to relax
  300. >eventually, she slinks over to the sofa
  301. >and gingerly steps on, sitting down
  302.  
  303. >a few minutes pass, and it’s all done
  304. >and it’s a masterpiece
  305. >you’re so glad you’re able to cook something so good for her
  306. >poor thing looks like she hasn’t had something like this in…
  307. >maybe ever.
  308.  
  309. >you put her plate down on one end of the table and sit down on the other side
  310.  
  311. “Alright, it’s done! Come on and eat up. I think you’ll like it, Applejack.”
  312.  
  313. >you look over the counter, the only thing separating the living room from the kitchen
  314. >you see her still sitting there
  315. >shoulders up straight, not relaxing in the slightest
  316. >but when she hears her name, she seems to automatically get up
  317. >and she walks over to the table with that same drag in her hooves
  318. >but she does what you say like it’s an order
  319.  
  320. >steady now
  321. >you’re going to take your time with her
  322. >it’s only just beginning
  323.  
  324. ...
  325.  
  326. >Applejack looks at you warily before she sits down
  327. >with a wince
  328. >you notice, and it makes you raise your eyebrows
  329. >you put the plate with the omelette down in front of her, and a fork
  330. >you don’t know if she uses those things, what with hooves and all
  331. >but you’ll cover all your bases
  332. >not used to this pony stuff yet
  333.  
  334. >you sit down in the seat beside her
  335. >you have a cup of yogurt to eat so that things aren’t as awkward
  336. >so that you aren’t just watching her eat
  337.  
  338. >Applejack stares down at the plate
  339. >her body is still shivering
  340. >she looks like she’s in a trance, under some kind of spell
  341. >you point at the plate
  342.  
  343. “Go ahead, hon. You must be hungry. Right?”
  344.  
  345. >Applejack seems like she refuses to look at you in the eye
  346. >but she, with a little hesitation, responds in the affirmative
  347.  
  348. “Yes… I am, m-mmaster, I mean Anon! Anon….”
  349.  
  350. >she swiftly corrects herself
  351. >she must have suddenly remembered that you wanted her to call you by your name
  352. >Tears spring to her eyes
  353. >she freezes
  354.  
  355. >you see her beginning to panic
  356. >and you’re getting an idea of just how bad her past situation was
  357. >you try to dispel her fears as best as you can
  358.  
  359. “Hold on, hold on, Applejack! It’s alright, I’m not mad at you! Ok? I promise, it’s no big deal!”
  360.  
  361. >Applejack takes a hard, shaky breath
  362. >in and out
  363. >a tear falls down onto the table
  364. >she stammers
  365.  
  366. “I-I’m-m sorry…”
  367.  
  368. “That’s alright, hon. Now, please, just… eat. Ok?”
  369.  
  370. >Applejack nods
  371. >she sniffles, and slowly, she bends her head down
  372. >she takes a mouthful from on end, chews it quietly, and swallows
  373. >then, she looks over at you again
  374. >like she’s seeking approval for the next bite
  375.  
  376. >you feel her sad, fearful gaze as she stares at you
  377. >distrustingly
  378. >you smile gently
  379. >open up your yogurt cup
  380. >point at the omelette with your nose
  381.  
  382. “Go on!”
  383.  
  384. >Applejack gulps, and turns back to her plate
  385. >but then, she does something that surprises you
  386. >she eats much, MUCH more quickly
  387. >not ravenously, but close to it
  388.  
  389. >your hand freezes around your yogurt spoon watching her
  390. >she’s breathing heavily as she eats
  391. >within thirty seconds, the whole thing is gone
  392. >Applejack swallows her last bite, and her ears fold back
  393.  
  394. >you barely pay any attention to your spoon as you eat your yogurt
  395. >Applejack stares at her empty plate
  396. >screw it
  397. >you set your cup down
  398. >you weren’t hungry anyway
  399.  
  400. “Sooo, Applejack… how about I show you your room?”
  401.  
  402. >you get up from your seat
  403. >walk over to her
  404. >she finally follows you with her eyes
  405. >you gesture for her to get up
  406.  
  407. “Don’t worry, I’ll get your plate. Come on, follow me…”
  408.  
  409. >Applejack is predictably slow at first
  410. >but she nods her head silently and begins to slide out of her chair
  411.  
  412. >this time, though, you pay close attention to her face
  413. >and she winces again
  414. >you once again see some tears come up in her eyes
  415. >she sets her hooves down at a weird angle
  416. >like she’s angling herself away from you
  417.  
  418. >the alarm bells go off in your head
  419. >something is very wrong
  420. >you bite your lip
  421. >hold up your hand
  422.  
  423. “Uhh… hold up.”
  424.  
  425. >Applejack sucks in air through her nostrils
  426. >tenses up every muscle in her body
  427. >her eyes seem to pop out of her head for a moment
  428. >she looks at the floor by your feet
  429.  
  430. “Applejack… turn around.”
  431.  
  432. >Applejack’s jaw falls
  433. >and you hear a sob leave her
  434. >then, she does something that she hasn’t done in a while
  435. >she looks at you
  436. >right at you, if only for a moment
  437.  
  438. >but she does what you say
  439. >bows her head, and turns around with a sob
  440.  
  441. >when you see it, you bring a hand to your mouth
  442. >she’s trying to cover it with her tail, but it’s futile
  443.  
  444. >all up and down her legs and rear, you see numerous, violet-red stripes
  445. >they stretch across horizontally
  446. >and there’s too many of them to count
  447.  
  448. >all you can do is stare in shock
  449. >And the pony in front of you just quietly sobs
  450.  
  451. >You aren’t sure what to do next
  452.  
  453. >Applejack looks over her shoulder
  454. >tears are collecting on her chin and falling to the floor
  455. >now that she can’t hide it, she is expressing her pain more openly
  456. >and her obvious embarrassment
  457.  
  458. “I-I’m… I’m a good pony, Anon, I promise I don’t, I-I won’t give you any trouble… I swear!”
  459.  
  460. >As she continues talking, you begin to recall when your elementary school class talked about black slavery in the 1800s
  461. >something that sticks out in your mind as you realize what Applejack must believe you are thinking right now
  462. >when a potential buyer saw evidence of numerous whip scars, it was a sign that the slave was rebellious
  463. >it, in turn, decreased their valuation on the market
  464. >made them into a liability
  465.  
  466. >your heart breaks as Applejack looks at you pleadingly
  467.  
  468. “I’ll a-always do what you say, Anon! I’ll obey you…”
  469.  
  470. >that’s it
  471. >you can’t bear to hear any more
  472. >you hold up your hand to gesture for her to stop
  473. >she does, with a whimper
  474. >lowering her ears and head
  475.  
  476. >you take a long, deep breath
  477.  
  478. “Applejack, listen to me, hon. Whatever your old “master” did to you… I ain’t him. I will never, ever be him. Do you understand?”
  479.  
  480. >you do your best to keep your voice under control
  481. >you don’t want to scare her
  482. >but under the surface, you are furious
  483. >those lines, those scars
  484. >they are recent, and terrible
  485. >the skin has even been abraded enough to where there are patches that are shiny
  486. >where the skin’s surface isn’t there anymore
  487.  
  488. >Applejack is crying openly, now
  489. >she responds, almost automatically
  490.  
  491. “Yes, Anon!”
  492.  
  493. >but you can hear in her tone of voice, the fear
  494. >and you get the sense that she wasn’t fully processing what you just said
  495. >like all she heard was “do you understand”
  496. >and she said yes out of fear of further punishment
  497. >you cringe
  498.  
  499. >Applejack flinches when you step toward her
  500. >but her eyes grow wide when you get down on your knees
  501. >you do decide, however, to use her apparent will to obey you to your advantage
  502. >and give her a soft-spoken command
  503.  
  504. “Please, turn around, Applejack. Turn around and look at me.”
  505.  
  506. …
  507.  
  508. >thankfully, she lowers her tail, and turns herself around
  509. >she wavers at looking up at you, but she eventually does do what you ask
  510. >her eyes glisten, a tear tracing a line through the film of dust and dirt on her face
  511. >you stay kneeling
  512. >and very carefully, you extend your hands toward her
  513. >she gasps when you place them below her jaw, and gently lift her face
  514.  
  515. “I will never, ever do what he did to you. What I just said is the honest truth, hon. Whatever horrible things he did to you, that’s all in the past. I’m not going to be like him.”
  516.  
  517. >She looks intently at you
  518. >with those massive, expressive green irises
  519. >you could almost lose yourself in them
  520. >you blink rapidly for a moment, collecting yourself
  521.  
  522. “Tell me if you understand, Applejack.”
  523.  
  524. >Applejack’s face is frozen
  525. >a tear from her cheek drips onto your wrist
  526. >Her mouth is slightly agape
  527. >and it’s clear to you that she’s truly processing what you just told her, this time
  528.  
  529. >faintly, she nods her head
  530. >you can feel her warm exhale on your wrists
  531. >releasing air she had been holding inside of her this whole time
  532.  
  533. >it’s the first sign of her relaxing, even slightly, since you got her here
  534. >you smile at her
  535. >you hope it comes across as warm and welcoming
  536.  
  537. >Applejack doesn’t smile back, but she doesn’t avert her eyes from you, either
  538. >like she has been all those times before
  539. >you can only hope that it isn’t just because you TOLD her to look at you
  540. >Either way, there is new business that you need to attend to
  541.  
  542. >and she isn’t going to enjoy it.
  543.  
  544. >you pull your hands away from her and slowly get up
  545. >Applejack’s head falls a little now that your hands aren’t propping it up
  546. >you really don’t want to say what you’re about to say
  547. >but after seeing those marks on her rear and legs, you can’t put it off
  548. >You bite your lip
  549.  
  550. “Alright. Now, Applejack… those marks are bad, hon. And I don’t want to put you through even more pain, but… we gotta clean those cuts.”
  551.  
  552. …
  553.  
  554. >You wince for Applejack’s sake
  555. >this won’t be pleasant for her
  556.  
  557. >what you just said takes a moment to sink in
  558. >but once it does, the orange pony’s head shoots up
  559. >she fixes you with those huge, glistening eyes once more
  560. >breathes shallowly through her open mouth
  561.  
  562. >you can clearly see the fear making a resurgence on her features
  563. >Her back hooves are shaking a little bit, too
  564. >she’s clearly still in a good deal of pain
  565. >but with a shuddering sigh, she lowers her head at you
  566. >gives a labored nod of her head
  567. >and once more, she seems calm
  568.  
  569. “Y-yes, Anon.”
  570.  
  571. >she sniffs
  572. >wipes a tear
  573. >but she also seems resigned to it all
  574.  
  575. >that’s about as good of a reaction as you could hope for
  576. >so, you’ll get this over with now
  577. >you wave at her, motioning for her to follow you down the hallway
  578.  
  579. “Alright. Let’s get you to the bathtub. Follow me…”
  580.  
  581. ----
  582.  
  583. >Applejack is standing stock still in the doorway while you search the bathroom cabinet
  584. >sorting through the crap, you withdraw a fresh new bar of soap, still in the cardboard box
  585. >it’s nothing fancy, but it will get the job done
  586. >you don’t have any of that fancy antibiotic cream or anything
  587. >there’s also a small bottle of rubbing alcohol down there, but you aren’t going to touch that
  588. >you don’t want Applejack’s screams of agony to be heard around the neighborhood
  589. >sure, you use it sometimes on the job when the blade of a shovel or something cuts your hands, but not for something as widespread as this
  590. >poor thing wouldn’t be able to take it.
  591.  
  592. >you pop the bar of cream white soap from the box and turn on the water faucet
  593. >you run your hand beneath it until it is a comfortable lukewarm temperature
  594. >then, you motion to Applejack again
  595.  
  596. “Come on, hon. I’ll help you into the tub.”
  597.  
  598. >Applejack swallows, and slinks into the bathroom with her tail pressed tightly against her leg
  599. >she looks scared, but nothing like the terror that was on her face before
  600. >when she gets close enough, you reach under her front legs, and gently lift her up
  601.  
  602. >holy COW, she’s heavier than you thought she would be
  603. >thankfully, you’re used to lifting heavy bags of sand and hauling wheelbarrows filled with mulch and gravel
  604. >you set her down very carefully into the tub, and make sure she can stand on all four legs before letting go
  605. >you face her rear and hind legs toward the faucet
  606. >water laps up against the fetlocks of her back hooves
  607. >Applejack’s breathing hard, but she’s not resisting you
  608.  
  609. >you wince again when you see the marks
  610. >there are so many of them
  611. >some of the cuts are deeper than others
  612. >and it also doesn’t help that they’re in such a, well, embarrassing area
  613. >the wounds never appear to have been cleaned, as you expected
  614. >they’re dried out a little, but bits of dirt and grime are visible as well
  615. >honestly, her whole body could use a good bath
  616. >but you have to get this sorted first
  617. >have to give everything a thorough rinse with cool water until it’s moist and able to be cleaned
  618.  
  619. >thankfully, you have one of those detachable shower handles with a hose, the kind you can use to wash things up close
  620. >hopefully that will speed things up a little
  621.  
  622. “Ok Applejack, are you ready? I’m going to turn on the showerhead.”
  623.  
  624. >Applejack gasps lightly
  625. >she looks over her shoulder
  626. >takes a long look at the showerhead in your hand
  627. >like she was trying to verify that you really WERE going to do what you said you were doing
  628. >when she sees it, she swallows, and turns back around
  629.  
  630. >She nods her head, and you see her flick her tail away completely
  631. >keeping it off to the side
  632. >She also raises one of her front legs, and braces herself against the opposite wall with it
  633.  
  634. “Y-Yeah. I’m ready, Anon.”
  635.  
  636. >It’s only just occurring to you now, however, how vulnerable Applejack is right now
  637. >you know this has to feel awkward for her
  638. >after all, you can kind of see everything right now
  639. >with a normal animal, you wouldn’t think anything of it
  640. >not even with a normal horse, or a pony
  641. >but a pony that can talk?
  642. >That was different
  643. >certainly more different than you were hoping it would feel.
  644.  
  645. >you push it out of your mind, however, when you realize that you have kept Applejack waiting for nearly ten extra seconds
  646. >so, you jerk the shower diverter on and point it at the bathtub wall
  647. >after all, you don’t want to startle her with a sudden rush of cool water
  648. >you want this to be as comfortable for her as you can make it
  649.  
  650. >the water shoots out with a gurgle and a hiss
  651. >Just from that sound alone, she jumps a little
  652. >but she settles back down quick, exhaling sharply
  653.  
  654. >you start with her right side, working from top to bottom
  655. >that way, everything will all flow down hill, so to speak
  656. >but when the lukewarm jets of water make contact with her damaged skin, Applejack winces audibly
  657. >she bends her bracing leg a little, closing her eyes
  658. >but she isn’t giving you any trouble as you work the water down slowly, watching some of the dirt and grime go down the drain
  659. >you are honestly appalled by how dark the water is beginning to look
  660. >Applejack may very well get an infection if you aren’t thorough enough
  661.  
  662. >you go over the whole right side three times before switching to the other side
  663. >this time, Applejack’s legs and rear tense up, and she hisses from between clenched teeth
  664. >the water pressure must be a little high
  665. >but with how scabbed over some of these marks are, and how much dirt seems to be pressed deeply in, you have to have it that way
  666.  
  667. >all the while, you are making a good effort to avoid the region directly below her tail
  668. >if anything, you have to get that part dead last, and only if she lets you
  669. >and only if you can stomach it
  670.  
  671. >once the regions are rinsed well, you can see the skin beginning to moisten and the marks getting a little bit brighter in color
  672. >the wounds are more open, now, but that also means they’re going to hurt more, too
  673. >but that’s unavoidable
  674.  
  675. >you reach down to the floor of the tub, and pick up the bar of now-lathered soap that you let sit in the pooling water, and grab a washcloth from a hook up on the wall
  676. >now it’s time for the even less pleasant part of this whole debacle
  677. >it’s not rubbing alcohol, but you know that this is still going to sting a lot
  678. >but it has to be done
  679.  
  680. >you lean your head forward
  681.  
  682. “Alright, Applejack. I gotta use the soap, now. You ready?”
  683.  
  684. ...
  685.  
  686. >Applejack shivers
  687. >she turns her head, and her eyes lock onto the bar of soap
  688. >she hesitates, but her head nods again
  689.  
  690. “Yes, I-I’m ready Anon.”
  691.  
  692. >then, she lifts up her other hoof, and presses that one against the wall, too
  693. >she hides her head in between her hooves, bracing herself
  694. >you wipe the bar of soap onto the washcloth, and give it a thorough covering layer
  695. >and then, not making her wait any longer, you start again from the top, pressing the soapy cloth deeply into the grooves of each mark
  696.  
  697. “Ah… Ahh, ah! Ow...”
  698.  
  699. >Applejack winces, and a shiver travels up her spine
  700. >She gasps and vocalizes softly into her hooves, but the hard walls echo it around the room
  701. >you have to ignore it
  702. >this is for the best
  703. >you are very methodical, making sure you trace every mark you see
  704. >the suds are turning darker in color, too
  705.  
  706. >Applejack is still holding on, but you can hear her crying softly
  707. >her back hooves sometimes slosh the water when she raises and lowers them, trying to cope with the intense stinging pain
  708. >you once again, however, stay away from the place under her tail and between her legs
  709. >move past it, and slowly progress down her leg
  710. >until the whole surface of her right buttock and thigh is covered in suds
  711. >then, you rinse it all out with lukewarm water once again
  712.  
  713. >a tear or two mixes in with the water in the tub as Applejack holds in sobs
  714. >the poor thing is only halfway done, too
  715. >you rinse out the cloth twice with water, and reapply the soap
  716. >then, you begin working on the other side
  717.  
  718. “Ah! Ow, ow, ahh!”
  719.  
  720. >this time, Applejack is louder than before
  721. >she bends both of her front hooves, like she’s trying to pull her rear end away from you
  722. >you continue cleaning, however, which draws a sob from her throat
  723.  
  724. >you grimace
  725. >lowering your voice, you speak with a tone of gentle understanding
  726.  
  727. “It’s gonna be ok, Applejack. Just stay strong, stay still, you can do it…”
  728.  
  729. >still vocalizing, she gives a small stamp of her left rear hoof
  730. >splashing the water a bit
  731. >trying to do something to help distract herself
  732. >but hearing what you said, she unbends her front legs, and obediently moves back to where she was before
  733. >she mutters out a nearly-whispered apology
  734.  
  735. “S-s-sorry, Anon…”
  736.  
  737. “That’s ok. I’m working as fast as I can, hon.”
  738.  
  739. >It will be over soon.
  740.  
  741. ...
  742.  
  743. >You do eventually make it all the way down her leg
  744. >Applejack is trying so hard to stay still, but her legs are shivering and shaking constantly
  745. >but when you start to rinse it all off, she begins to breathe a little easier
  746. >and her muscles relax
  747. >welcoming the cooling jets of water washing over the constant burn of stinging soap
  748.  
  749. >the long slashes across her rump and legs are a different color than they were
  750. >the water finally lost its grayish brown color as it ran down her legs
  751. >you still grimace when you take a long look at the damage
  752. >but at least it can now heal properly, with some heavy bandages and gauze tape
  753. >your work, at least on this part of her body, is finally done
  754. >you smile
  755.  
  756. “Alright, Applejack. That’s the end of that, ok? You did great.”
  757.  
  758. >Applejack nods faintly, but keeps her face hidden in between her hooves, which remain propped up against the wall
  759. >you leave the showerhead running, angling it down
  760. >you rinse off the washcloth again, and reapply the soap for a third time
  761. >business hasn’t concluded just yet, but at least the worst part is finally done...
  762.  
  763. “A...An-non?”
  764.  
  765. >suddenly, you hear Applejack’s voice peep out, that soft country twang of hers coming through once again
  766. >You freeze, holding the washcloth in your hand
  767. >well, that was unexpected
  768. >the first time she’s actually initiated anything with you
  769. >hopefully, this is because she’s starting to trust you, even just a little bit
  770.  
  771. >she also seems aware of the fact that she’s never addressed you before now, too
  772. >her voice cracks with timidity, like she’s expecting you to rebuke her for addressing you first
  773. >the thought that she would be so scared of something as simple as that...
  774. >it honestly makes you furious on the inside
  775. >but you keep your cool
  776. >you’re going to make sure that she knows that initiating conversation is perfectly ok
  777. >so, you reply, very casually
  778.  
  779. “Yes, Applejack? Is everything alright?”
  780.  
  781. >Applejack sniffs through clogged nostrils
  782. >she must have a runny nose after all that crying
  783. >the poor thing
  784.  
  785. >she stammers out what she says next
  786. >this time, she doesn’t even look over her shoulder
  787. >but you can still see part of her face
  788. >and it’s gone from orange to furious, scarlet red
  789. >and the corners of her lips are curled downward in a fearful frown
  790. >she keeps her position, like she isn’t daring to budge unless you tell her it’s ok, first
  791.  
  792. “Are you… are you gonna w-wash me… down there, too?”
  793.  
  794. >Oh shit.
  795.  
  796. …
  797.  
  798. >firstly, you take note of the nervousness in her voice
  799. >it’s very clear that she isn’t asking because she actually WANTS you to
  800. >and to be honest, you were considering not doing it
  801. >she may be a pony, but she’s not some mindless animal
  802.  
  803. >but at the same time, you know that if it were you bathing yourself, you would want that spot cleaned, too
  804. >hell, ESPECIALLY that spot
  805. >but you also don’t want her to feel like you’re violating her
  806. >so, you sigh, and ask her the big question
  807.  
  808. “Well… be honest with me, Applejack. Would you be ok with it?”
  809.  
  810. >you wait for a reply
  811. >Applejack is thinking it through
  812. >glancing in your direction
  813. >you get the sense that she’s feeling you out
  814. >err, so to speak
  815. >trying to figure out if she trusts you enough
  816. >well, she understandably has issues with that, even though you’ve been nothing but nice to her
  817. >you wouldn’t blame her if she said no
  818.  
  819. >and come to think of it, you kind of want her to say no…
  820.  
  821. “I… I am.”
  822.  
  823. >aaand that was not the answer you were expecting
  824. >you can practically feel the static in the air with how awkward the situation just got
  825. >you close your eyes, bite your lips
  826. >And when you open them, her nethers are right there
  827.  
  828. >Applejack says no more
  829. >she’s closing her eyes, too
  830. >but you notice, with a strange, bubbling feeling building in your stomach, that she seems to extend her bracing legs even more
  831. >pushes her rear out, and lowers her front
  832. >and spreads her legs wider
  833.  
  834. >you grip the soapy washcloth in your hand a little tighter
  835. >she’s actually trying to make it easier for you
  836. >you have to say, you never expected to be in a situation like this with her
  837. >but here you are
  838. >you don’t want to do this, really
  839.  
  840. >but at the same time, you find yourself… flattered
  841. >in a really weird way
  842. >only a minute before, she was afraid you were going to hit her for just asking a question
  843. >and now, she trusts you this much?
  844. >quite a huge switch
  845.  
  846. “Well… if you say so. Just… lemme know if you need me to stop. At any time. Ok?
  847.  
  848. >Applejack nods
  849.  
  850. “Yes, Anon. I, I understand.”
  851.  
  852. >good
  853. >as long as she understands that, you’re just okay enough with this whole thing to do it
  854. >you take a moment to overcome your hesitation
  855. >remind yourself that she’s ok with this
  856. >and that it needs to be done
  857. >it needs to be done...
  858.  
  859. >You bunch up the washcloth and pinch it between your four fingers
  860. >angle the softest part outward
  861. >and at last, you press it firmly onto the folds of her most private place
  862.  
  863. >you feel her do a little jolt when you make contact
  864. >but she quickly relaxes
  865. >not hearing a demand for you to stop, you begin to rub the washcloth downward
  866. >pressing down firmly enough to actually do some good
  867. >you don’t scrub back and forth, but rather, you trace a single vertical line in the same direction
  868. >you feel the muscles tensing and contracting beneath your fingers, even through the cloth
  869. >Applejack is breathing hard through her nose
  870. >but she’s not telling you to stop
  871.  
  872. >so you continue
  873. >pushing away… well, any thoughts whatsoever about what you’re actually doing right now
  874. >you cringe when you see the suds, like before, turning darker in color
  875. >it really is more than a little gross, but you feel terrible for Applejack
  876. >having such a part of her body be dirty can’t be comfortable
  877. >listening to her carefully, making sure you aren’t doing anything painful, you begin to focus your attentions on the right fold
  878. >through a thick layer of washcloth, you trace down the outer lip
  879. >that’s when you hear Applejack gasp
  880.  
  881. “Ah…”
  882.  
  883. >your hand stops dead in its tracks
  884.  
  885. “You alright, hon?”
  886.  
  887. ...
  888.  
  889. >Applejack’s ribs rise and fall rapidly
  890. >she’s trying to keep her breathing under control
  891. >trying to keep quiet while you do your work
  892. >she nods
  893.  
  894. “Y-yes, Anon, I’m fine. It’s just… it’s real sensitive.”
  895.  
  896. >you frown
  897. >the air around you feels charged
  898. >so tense
  899.  
  900. “Like… in a painful way, orr…”
  901.  
  902. >She shakes her head, this time
  903. >and exhales sharply
  904.  
  905. “N-no, the… other way...”
  906.  
  907. >Oh.
  908.  
  909. “Oh.”
  910.  
  911. >Applejack’s back shivers, but she remains exactly where she is
  912. >meanwhile, you’re not sure what to do, now
  913. >you were kind of hoping that this would be one of those unpleasant things that you do and get over with, and hopefully forget about
  914. >I mean, you’re glad she’s not in pain and all
  915. >but you’d almost prefer a little more of that, over…
  916. >fuck, this is so awkward.
  917. >Fuck.
  918.  
  919. “So… do you want me to stop, or…”
  920.  
  921. >Applejack sighs
  922. >her tail twitches
  923. >then, she shakes her head
  924.  
  925. “No, no… no, Anon. It’s ok.”
  926.  
  927. >well, at least she doesn’t sound TOO enthusiastic
  928. >after all, you need to clean her, not… stimulate her.
  929. >damn, you should’ve just said no
  930.  
  931. “If you’re sure, Applejack… I’m gonna keep going, ok?”
  932.  
  933. >she says nothing
  934. >whatever
  935. >you push your thoughts aside once more and, with the same diligence as before, you finish scrubbing the right side
  936. >Applejack fortunately doesn’t seem to make much noise as you trace down the left side of her nethers
  937. >scrubbing it kind of like how you would wipe the dust from a guitar string
  938. >luckily, your efforts do not seem to be pointless
  939. >she’s definitely getting cleaner
  940.  
  941. >now, for the final part
  942. >you bunch up the washcloth once again, and flatten your fingers inside of it
  943. >and, swallowing, you begin to clean the inner folds
  944. >it’s the last part, thank God
  945. >you feel like a total perve, but you don’t linger long
  946.  
  947. >but Applejack is feeling it, for sure
  948. >her right rear leg twitches, sloshing in the water some more
  949. >she gives a gasp, and for just a short moment, her vocal chords crack
  950. >as soon as that happens, it’s out with your hand
  951.  
  952. >once you pull it away, you swear that you can see her rump move back
  953. >jutting out even more, like it’s following the direction of your hand
  954. >but she pulls it back a second later
  955.  
  956. >you pick up the showerhead again, which has been idly shooting water all over the floor of the bathtub
  957. >and you rinse the whole spot, making sure that every single sud is washed away
  958.  
  959. >as soon as the water hits, though, Applejack makes the loudest sound yet
  960. >like a hiccup, but sharper
  961. >you decide that you aren’t going to ask
  962.  
  963. >but then, something happens that draws your full attention
  964. >at the bottom of her nethers, right at the tip of her vagina, a pinkish red spot suddenly pops out
  965. >goes back in
  966. >then pops back out again
  967.  
  968. >it keeps doing this, over and over again
  969. >you aren’t sure what to make of it
  970. >but it’s not like you’re going to ask your new pony what it is, either
  971. >”Hey, what’s wrong with your vagina?”
  972. >Jesus H. Christ…
  973.  
  974. >once you stop rinsing her, however, it stops
  975. >and Applejack’s whole body does a little lurch forward
  976. >a harsh exhale leaves her, a pent up breath that hadn’t been released until now
  977.  
  978. >and so concludes the most awkward situation you have ever been in all your life
  979. >both for you and, probably at least, for Applejack
  980. >you give the washcloth and extra thorough rinse, this time before you reapply the soap
  981. >you speak softly to Applejack, but still loudly enough to be audible over the background hiss of water
  982.  
  983. “Alright, hon, we’re done with that. Now, I know you’re probably sick of standing there so long, but I’m just gonna get the whole rest of you now, ok?”
  984.  
  985. >Applejack huffs and puffs
  986. >you notice out of the corner of your eye, that the thing pop in and out of her mare folds, again
  987. >but she answers you right away
  988.  
  989. >Yes, yes An-non, I… I’ll stay right here, Anon.”
  990.  
  991. >good, you think
  992. >she’s still cooperating, just like she always has been
  993. >even though you just basically fondled her
  994. >glad she’s so understanding
  995. >but you can’t help but give a little chuckle when you realize that she’s still in the same, bent over position
  996. >you clear your throat
  997.  
  998. “Um, hey Applejack… you can just stand up regular, now, hon.”
  999.  
  1000. >her reaction is a little bit priceless
  1001. >she gasps, redness on her face
  1002. >starts to scramble
  1003. >it’s a little difficult to do in a slippery tub, but she manages to put her front hooves back down and bring her back legs together
  1004. >she starts to stutter, retracing her words
  1005.  
  1006. “Oh, I uh… yes, Anon, yes, I-I’m just… just gimme just a s… sorry, Anon…”
  1007.  
  1008. “That’s alright, hon. Now, just do what you’ve been doing, and let me work. You’re going to be clean as a whistle by the time I’m done!”
  1009.  
  1010. >with a little blush on her face, she simply nods wordlessly
  1011. >she gives a little smile, even though it fades shortly afterward
  1012.  
  1013. >it’s the happiest expression you’ve ever seen her make.
  1014.  
  1015. >with determination, and breathing a sigh of relief, you get to work.
  1016.  
  1017. …
  1018.  
  1019. >it still felt a little awkward, you won’t lie
  1020. >but bathing the rest of her, after THAT, felt like nothing
  1021. >when you finally finish rinsing her off, her orange coat looks a lot like it did in the picture
  1022. >bright, smooth, and soft
  1023.  
  1024. >unfortunately, washing her also reveals some other things
  1025. >a mixture of things you hadn’t noticed before, and things that were covered up before
  1026. >smaller, shallower scars scattered over her frame, as well as a good number of bruises
  1027. >this pony’s former master…
  1028. >you’d like to wrap your hands around his neck
  1029.  
  1030. >you dry her off, but take care not to touch her rear and thighs
  1031. >you don’t want pieces of fabric finding their way into the wounds
  1032. >that’s just going to have to drip dry
  1033. >you leave her for a moment, and search the bathroom cabinet again
  1034. >you find some gauze, but you give a low groan when you realize that it isn’t going to be enough
  1035. >you also don’t have any medical tape
  1036. >jesus, you probably should have checked that BEFORE you deep cleaned her… everything
  1037. >you’re in a bit of a pickle right now
  1038. >there’s a pharmacy only a five minute drive away from your house
  1039. >but you can’t take Applejack with you
  1040. >there’s no way
  1041. >you don’t want those scars to be seen in public
  1042. >and besides, you aren’t going to let her go anywhere at all while those things aren’t covered up
  1043.  
  1044. >but you can’t just leave her here at home, either
  1045. >not without supervision, that is…
  1046. >or… can you?
  1047.  
  1048. >you try to find another way, but it’s starting to become clear
  1049. >you’re probably making a huge mistake
  1050. >but you can’t see how else you’re going to do this
  1051.  
  1052. >you fix Applejack with a serious stare
  1053. >she’s not looking directly at you at first, but when she notices you staring at her, she jerks her head sideways to look back at you
  1054. >that instant, she folds her ears back
  1055. >and she seizes up
  1056.  
  1057. >you show her the half-used roll of gauze
  1058.  
  1059. “Hey, hon. I just checked the cabinet to get you some dressing for the wounds on you, but… I don’t have what I need.”
  1060.  
  1061. >Applejack’s face, steadily, relaxes a bit
  1062. >when she hears your tone of voice, you think she realizes that you aren’t cross with her
  1063. >jeez, your stare must have been angry looking
  1064. >you’ll have to work on that
  1065. >ahem
  1066.  
  1067. “So… I’m gonna have to go up to the store and get some stuff. It’s only five minutes away. So, Applejack…”
  1068.  
  1069. >you point at the placemat below her hooves
  1070.  
  1071. “I’m gonna need you to stay put while I’m gone. Ok?”
  1072.  
  1073. >Applejack, her face timid and fearful before, suddenly goes blank
  1074. >looks at you with this expression of “wait, what?”
  1075. >but she glances down at the placemat
  1076. >and when she looks back at you, she nods resolutely
  1077.  
  1078. “Yes, Anon. I won’t leave this spot, I promise.”
  1079.  
  1080. >you hear her enthusiasm
  1081. >or… whatever it is
  1082. >come to think of it, you honestly don’t doubt her, either
  1083. >poor thing probably still thinks you’ll take a belt to her or something if she moves
  1084. >but you’ll use her irrational fear to your advantage this time
  1085.  
  1086. >you nod back at her, and smile
  1087.  
  1088. “Ok, good. Thank you, Applejack. I’ll be back very soon, don’t worry!”
  1089.  
  1090. >you wave goodbye, and close the door slowly
  1091. >she doesn’t wave back
  1092. >but that’s ok.
  1093. >you know she’s going to be ok.
  1094.  
  1095. …
  1096.  
  1097. >your truck is a piece of shit.
  1098. >no really, it’s fucking garbage
  1099. >the whole back seat section is filled with half-empty bags of organic fertilizer, hardwood mulch, stone fragments, old fast food bags, a toolbox…
  1100. >you’re pretty sure Applejack would get an infection just being near this thing
  1101. >whatever happens, you made the right call
  1102.  
  1103. >you arrive at the pharmacy
  1104. >it takes you five minutes by itself just to find the stuff
  1105. >damn, gauze is expensive
  1106. >so is special first aid tape
  1107. >but it’s worth every penny if it means you can help this poor pony out
  1108. >fuck it, you get a tube of antibiotic ointment, too
  1109. >you really hope it won’t sting
  1110. >but you have to keep the region moist
  1111. >otherwise, the scars won’t heal as well or as quickly
  1112.  
  1113. >you make a beeline to the car once you’ve paid for them
  1114. >plastic bag in your hand
  1115. >you hop in the driver’s seat and toss the bag in the passenger’s side
  1116.  
  1117. >you back up quickly, in a hurry to get home…
  1118.  
  1119. >and then, you see a flash of headlights from behind and to the right of you
  1120. >which is followed by a thundering CRUNCH of metal
  1121. >And your head jerks to the side, before whiplashing back the other direction
  1122.  
  1123. >it takes a moment for it to sink in what just happened
  1124. >you sit there, hands gripping the wheel
  1125. >white knuckled
  1126. >and then, once you understand what just occurred, you swear
  1127. >loudly
  1128.  
  1129. “FUCK! FUCKING, FUCK GOD DAMN IT, SHIT PISS FFFFUCK!”
  1130.  
  1131. ...
  1132.  
  1133.  
  1134. >the police were slow to the scene
  1135. >you told the guy driving the other truck that he could have your info, and he could back with you
  1136. >it was your fault, after all
  1137. >but nooo, he had to get the police
  1138.  
  1139. >well, you had looked over to his truck
  1140. >and you sighed with relative relief when you realized that it’s a piece of shit, too
  1141. >and the damage is quite minor
  1142. >at least your payment out of pocket wouldn’t be TOO exorbitant
  1143. >you hope
  1144. >but your premium is gonna go up, for sure
  1145. >damn it, you really wanted to save up some more spending money from your jobs this summer
  1146. >but life gives you lemons, and all that shit
  1147.  
  1148. >the dent from tonight honestly blends in with the rest of your jalopy
  1149. >you’re just glad you can drive home
  1150.  
  1151. >you check your watch
  1152. >and swear again
  1153. >it’s been almost two goddamn hours
  1154. >you told her it would take you what, five minutes? Ten minutes there and back?
  1155. >this is horrible.
  1156.  
  1157. >You rush to the front door, fumbling with the keys
  1158. >you just hope Applejack hasn’t thought the worst
  1159. >you hope she’s still there…
  1160.  
  1161. >you throw the door open and jog inside, heading right for the bathroom with the plastic bag of gauze and cream in your hand
  1162.  
  1163. “Applejack! I’m back, hon, I’m back! I’m so sorry...”
  1164.  
  1165. >You reach the bathroom door
  1166. >you see that it’s still closed
  1167. >you turn the knob and slam it open
  1168.  
  1169. “Ah! AHH! Ah…”
  1170.  
  1171. >and there she is
  1172. >lying down on the placemat on the floor
  1173. >or, at least, she WAS lying down
  1174. >but she jolts awake when the door swings open
  1175. >practically jumps in the air, and thumps into the wall of the bathtub behind her
  1176. >her sharp, terrified scream echoes around the bathroom
  1177. >and it’s soon followed by heavy, labored breathing
  1178.  
  1179. >she stares up at you with her pupils wide as saucers
  1180. >her ears pin down on her head, and she seems to try and melt into the bathtub wall
  1181.  
  1182. >well, now you feel like an idiot
  1183. >you had to just crash into the room, didn’t you?
  1184. >it’s not like the poor thing wasn’t already scared enough
  1185. >you quickly get down on one knee, and hold the bag forward, toward her cowering frame
  1186.  
  1187. “Hey, hey, it’s me, Applejack! It’s Anon!”
  1188.  
  1189. >you reach into the plastic bag and pull out the gauze, tape, and tube of cream
  1190. >you set them down at your feet, right in front of her
  1191. >then, you stick the bag in the trash can
  1192. >all the while, you’re looking at her
  1193. >taking in the fear you see in her eyes
  1194. >it’s heartbreaking
  1195. >you try to calm her down
  1196.  
  1197. “See? I got the stuff. I’m gonna be able to get your marks covered up, now. Applejack?”
  1198.  
  1199. >she looks like she’s in a bit of shock
  1200. >her eyes are still huge, but at least she’s not heaving as much
  1201. >then, as the seconds tick by, you finally see her release the tension in her muscles
  1202. >you also see a few tears spill right out of her eyes and plop onto the tile floor
  1203.  
  1204. >you keep talking to her, making sure your voice is calm, clear, and soft
  1205.  
  1206. “I’m sorry, so sorry I took so long, hon. I just… I got into a car accident. It wasn’t a big one, but I had to wait for the police, and… gosh, I’m so sorry, Applejack.”
  1207.  
  1208. >she makes no reply other than a sniffle
  1209. >she covers up her face partway with her hoof
  1210. >she begins to whisper something, but she closes her mouth before scarcely a syllable gets out
  1211.  
  1212. >you lean your head forward
  1213.  
  1214. “Applejack? What is it, hon?”
  1215.  
  1216. …
  1217.  
  1218. >she shivers
  1219. >continues to face the wall
  1220.  
  1221. “I-I thought… you were mad, c-cuz I was sleeping…”
  1222.  
  1223. >she stutters, and squirms uncomfortably
  1224. >you shake your head, gritting your teeth together
  1225. >your heart aches just hearing that
  1226.  
  1227. “Oh, no, no, Applejack! Why would I get angry over something like that? Besides, I’m the one who left you here for two hours… and I’m really sorry I slammed that door open, ok? I know it must have startled you.”
  1228.  
  1229. >Applejack finally dares to look at you
  1230. >you try to give her a warm smile
  1231. >hope to calm her down, make her realize you aren’t going to hurt her
  1232.  
  1233. >and, for once, it seems to work
  1234. >she lowers her hoof, showing the rest of her tearstained face
  1235.  
  1236. >now that she has calmed down, you pick up the gauze, tape, and antibiotic cream
  1237. >she looks at your hands warily, but seems to know that whatever it is, it’s going onto her
  1238. >god, you really hope this cream doesn’t burn…
  1239.  
  1240. “Ok, hon. I’m gonna need you stand up and stay still for me, ok?”
  1241.  
  1242. ----
  1243.  
  1244. >it’s a lot harder to apply all of this stuff than you you thought it would be
  1245. >thankfully, the antibiotic cream doesn’t sting when you put it on
  1246. >Applejack still braced herself against the wall anyway, though
  1247. >she actually seemed a little surprised when she realized that it didn’t hurt when you applied it
  1248. >poor girl probably thought you were going to make even more pain for her
  1249.  
  1250. >wrapping the gauze around her rump and affixing it on both of her flanks with the tape wasn’t easy, either
  1251. >you had to avoid putting gauze over either of her private spots, so you did vertical strips of gauze beside them instead
  1252. >once you got down to her legs, it was a lot less awkward, though
  1253. >it kind of looks weird once you’re finished
  1254. >but hey, it got the job done
  1255. >all finished, now
  1256. >now, it just needs to heal
  1257.  
  1258. >you put away what’s left of the cream, tape, and gauze under the bathroom sink
  1259. >then, you scoot yourself around to get a better look at her face, which is hidden between her hooves
  1260. >she’s still bracing herself
  1261. >you clear your throat
  1262.  
  1263. “Ok, Applejack. It’s all done.”
  1264.  
  1265. >she lifts up her head, and sighs deeply
  1266. >then, this time without you having to remind her, she takes her hooves off the wall
  1267. >stands up straight
  1268. >you smile
  1269.  
  1270. “You did great, hon. Thank you so much for cooperating all this time, even though I know it hurt a lot…”
  1271.  
  1272. >she nods her head, and bows it down
  1273. >she’s still not looking directly at you, but she does turn her body a little bit
  1274. >facing the corner to your right
  1275.  
  1276. >it suddenly occurs to you that she never seems to look right at you
  1277. >barely a glance every now and then, but that’s it
  1278. >unless you tell her to, that is
  1279. >you’ll have to work on that later
  1280. >for now, you have to tell her a few things
  1281. >and you might as well tell her to look at you while you say them
  1282.  
  1283. “Hey, look at me for a minute, hon.”
  1284.  
  1285. >Applejack’s eyes get bigger for a moment, and her ears twitch
  1286. >but, just like every other time you’ve told her to do something, she does it with little hesitation
  1287. >you stay kneeling, not wanting to tower over her in a domineering way
  1288.  
  1289. “Good. Now, those scars are going to take time to heal, ok? So, I need you not to touch those bandages, be very careful if you want to sit down, and not exert yourself too much, ok? Those bandages need to stay on.”
  1290.  
  1291. >you give her the instructions with a level voice
  1292. >firmly enough, but there’s no need to “hammer it in”
  1293. >she does nothing less than try her best to remember everything you told her
  1294. >sure enough, she replies in a grave tone
  1295.  
  1296. “Yes, Anon. I understand.”
  1297.  
  1298. >you inwardly fist pump
  1299. >well, now that’s settled
  1300. >this long, horribly awkward cleaning session is over
  1301. >and now, you’re gonna help this mare out in any way that you can
  1302. >you can’t wait for what you’re going to show her next
  1303. >even the thought of the car accident only hours before seems to fade in your mind
  1304.  
  1305. >you wave her toward you
  1306. >she understands the silent gesture, and approaches you, but stays at a distance
  1307.  
  1308. “Ok, Applejack. Let me show you your new room!”
  1309.  
  1310. ------
  1311.  
  1312. >It’s right down the hall
  1313. >conveniently close to the bathroom
  1314. >it’s not a big room, and not a big bed
  1315. >but somehow, you doubt that will be a problem
  1316.  
  1317. >Applejack follows you at a short distance, maybe two feet
  1318. >so when you open the door to her room, she doesn’t automatically go in
  1319. >you have to point inside
  1320.  
  1321. “Come on, take a look!”
  1322.  
  1323. >Applejack purses her lips together, and nods silently
  1324. >she slinks up to you, standing on the other side of the doorway, watching you closely
  1325. >jeez, it’s like she’s expecting you to kick her if she fails some kind of test you’re giving her, or something
  1326. >you take a step back and give her all the room she needs
  1327.  
  1328. >she steps into the doorway
  1329. >and freezes
  1330.  
  1331. >you look down at her
  1332. >the seconds tick by
  1333. >and holy cow, she’s still not moving
  1334.  
  1335. >eventually, you see her front legs shake
  1336. >you’re about to say something, ask her if something is wrong
  1337. >you even look in the room with her
  1338. >half expecting some horror you weren’t aware of to be residing in the room
  1339. >I mean, you haven’t used this room in a while, so…”
  1340.  
  1341. “I… have a bed?”
  1342.  
  1343. >she asks the question in a mutter
  1344. >barely above a whisper
  1345. >she chokes on the word “bed”
  1346.  
  1347. >your heart flutters in your chest
  1348. >god, this hurts...
  1349. >you nod
  1350.  
  1351. “Yes, Applejack. It’s all yours!”
  1352.  
  1353. >she continues to stand there
  1354. >and stare
  1355. >and stare…
  1356. >just… in shock
  1357. >She hiccups
  1358.  
  1359. “But… I haven’t done anything yet…”
  1360.  
  1361. >she sounds so surprised
  1362. >and now, you can’t help smiling
  1363. >but that smile quickly turns into a grimace
  1364. >she’s so shocked that she gets to sleep in a bed…
  1365.  
  1366. >thinks she has to “earn” something so basic
  1367. >something you take for granted
  1368.  
  1369. >something happens to you
  1370. >you have an urge to do something that you were hesitant to do before
  1371. >Applejack is standing right next to you
  1372. >your hand is right there behind her head
  1373.  
  1374. >you bite your lip
  1375. >tense your whole body, hoping she won’t freak out
  1376.  
  1377. “It’s alright, hon.”
  1378.  
  1379. >you reach out, and put your hand on her head
  1380. >as expected, she tenses up
  1381. >gasps
  1382. >and her eyes dart over to you for an instant
  1383. >but you don’t withdraw your hand
  1384.  
  1385. >instead, you slowly brush over her mane with your hand, down the length of her neck
  1386. >feel her vertebrae faintly sticking out through her skin
  1387. >you wince, but you don’t stop
  1388. >you pet her several more times
  1389. >and she doesn’t move
  1390.  
  1391. >but then, something happens that chills your blood
  1392. >you’ll never forget it
  1393.  
  1394. “Ohh… I understand, An-non, I… wh-where do you want me?”
  1395.  
  1396. >your hand stops mid pet
  1397. >this time, you don’t just think it
  1398. >it slips out of your mouth in a low whisper
  1399.  
  1400. “Oh… oh shit…”
  1401.  
  1402. ------
  1403.  
  1404. >Applejack heard you.
  1405. >You feel her muscles twitch under her skin as she angles her ears in your direction
  1406. >when you pull your hand away, she turns her head
  1407. >a worried look on her face
  1408.  
  1409. >you hold up your hands and take a step back
  1410. >shaking your head
  1411. >you take a deep breath with eyes closed, holding your head in your hands
  1412.  
  1413. “Uhh, Applejack… I just… what…”
  1414.  
  1415. >somehow, this is the biggest bombshell yet
  1416. >even bigger than when you saw the scars across her rear and legs
  1417. >does she really mean…
  1418.  
  1419. >it gets more unbelievable
  1420. >Applejack turns around after a second of hesitation
  1421. >you hear her hoofsteps as she rotates around to face you
  1422. >then, she speaks
  1423.  
  1424. “Oh, I-I understand, m-master Anon, I… the bandages…”
  1425.  
  1426. >you hear her take a step forward
  1427. >slowly, your eyes open up, but not before you feel something that jerks you to a state of alertness
  1428. >something tugs the fabric on your pants, and then, you hear the sound of your zipper being pulled down
  1429. >heart stopping, you look down to see Applejack right there, the head of the zipper in her teeth
  1430.  
  1431. >you can’t help how your respond
  1432. >if you could do a redo, you would
  1433. >but your hands, formerly behind your head, fly down
  1434. >and sharply, you swat her snout
  1435.  
  1436. “GAH! Applejack! No, no!”
  1437.  
  1438. >you flinch as soon as your hand connects
  1439. >Applejack’s teeth come off of your zipper
  1440. >she yips, and her eyes go cross for a brief moment
  1441. >you didn’t hit her hard, but when she stumbles back, you know you didn’t have to
  1442. >you stand there in shock, reeling back yourself
  1443.  
  1444. >Applejack, thanks to the swat to her nose, has fresh new tears welling up in her eyes
  1445. >she covers her snout with a hoof
  1446. >and looks shamefully down at the ground
  1447.  
  1448. “I, I-I’m sssorry, Anon, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I thought… I’ll t-turn around…”
  1449.  
  1450. >you can only stare in disbelief when she turns around and raises her tail
  1451. >and lowers the front of her body to the floor
  1452. >your mouth gapes open, and you start furiously shaking your head
  1453. >a loud shout preparing to escape your throat
  1454.  
  1455. >Applejack looks over her shoulder, at you
  1456. >through her teary eyes
  1457.  
  1458. “I can bend over the b-bed, mas--”
  1459.  
  1460. “APPLEJACK, STOP!”
  1461.  
  1462. -----
  1463.  
  1464. >the whole house falls completely silent
  1465. >yet, it seems like your command is echoing around the hallway
  1466.  
  1467. >Instantly, before another word could get out, Applejack stopped
  1468. >and you can see her muscles bulge with tension
  1469. >she cringes like she’s just been kicked, and her tail clamps down over her privates
  1470. >you stare down at her with your jaw slackened
  1471.  
  1472. >there are tears in your eyes when you see her expression
  1473. >such fear
  1474. >a look that implores you about what she’s done wrong
  1475. >You bite your lips and calm yourself down from your outburst
  1476.  
  1477. >Applejack is still bent over
  1478. >her chin and cheek pressed against the carpet
  1479. >she won’t move
  1480.  
  1481. >So, you’re going to have to make her.
  1482. >it’s for her own good
  1483. >keeping your voice level, you address her after almost a minute of silence has passed
  1484.  
  1485. “Applejack, hon… stand up. Stand up, and turn around.”
  1486.  
  1487. >as usual, you don’t have to tell her twice
  1488. >her legs quiver, obviously sore from maintaining such an uncomfortable position
  1489. >but she does what you say
  1490. >however, you didn’t tell her to look at you
  1491. >so, she doesn’t, opting to gaze at the floor
  1492.  
  1493. >you don’t even know how to respond
  1494. >all you had done was pet her
  1495. >shown her some much-needed affection
  1496. >you never thought it would have led to this.
  1497.  
  1498. >you can tell Applejack is trying valiantly not to break down
  1499. >there is a small red spot on her nose where you bopped her
  1500. >you almost apologize, but you decide against it at the last second
  1501. >it was disturbing how fast she had worked your fly down
  1502. >you note, with a grimace, that she has obviously done it before
  1503. >you had to stop her right away, and besides, you didn’t actually hurt her
  1504. >no blood was dripping out of her nose, thank goodness...
  1505.  
  1506. >her soft voice, nearly a whisper, reaches your ears and pulls you out of your thoughts
  1507.  
  1508. “Master Anon, I---I’m so sorry, p-please---”
  1509.  
  1510. >you can’t hear any more of this
  1511. >it’s too much
  1512. >you cut her off right away, holding up your hand
  1513.  
  1514. “No, no. No, just… just stop, Applejack. Please. I’m not mad, I-I… just… just come here, hon. Come here.”
  1515.  
  1516. >you speak with as much softness as possible
  1517. >hold out your hand like you have something it it
  1518. >beckoning her toward you
  1519. >you even get down on one knee
  1520.  
  1521. >Applejack looks at you with terror in her eyes
  1522. >but despite herself, she takes the first, shivering step in your direction
  1523. >blinking rapidly, breathing heavily
  1524. >a tear falls like a rock to the floor
  1525. >but slowly, she approaches your outstretched hand
  1526.  
  1527. >you swallow hard
  1528. >there are no words you can think to say right now
  1529. >so, you’re going to do something else, instead
  1530. >you’re not going to say a word
  1531.  
  1532. >Applejack lowers her head in submission, and places it beneath your hand
  1533. >and that’s when you make your move
  1534.  
  1535. >you lean forward, both arms outstretched
  1536. >and then, clasping down tightly, you hug her around her shoulders
  1537. >and pull her into you
  1538.  
  1539. >the tension you feel in her entire body is unreal
  1540. >hard as stone
  1541. >you feel her jump in place when your arms wrap around her
  1542.  
  1543. “Ahh! Ah, ah…”
  1544.  
  1545. >you briefly feel her body jerk backward
  1546. >but just for a moment
  1547. >then, gradually, you feel her settle more into you
  1548. >her warm breath tickles your back, even through your t-shirt
  1549. >her head is perched on your shoulder
  1550. >then, you move one of your hands up to the top of her head
  1551. >and laying it into her silk-like mane you cradle her head
  1552.  
  1553. >you press your cheek against the side of her neck
  1554. >it feels so much like a normal horse
  1555. >you close your eyes, and at last, words make their way onto your tongue
  1556. >And then, hugging her tighter, you say them
  1557. >words that you never would have dreamed you would ever say, to anyone
  1558.  
  1559. “I’m not going to rape you.”
  1560.  
  1561. >you grasp the hairs of her mane in between your fingers
  1562. >and you dare to pet her head again
  1563. >her coat still smells like fresh soap from your bath
  1564. >you hold her close, and begin to rock her from side to side
  1565.  
  1566. >Applejack sniffles, and you feel her chest heave
  1567. >you continue stroking her mane, and repeat yourself in whispers
  1568. >she slowly starts to relax, and you feel just the slightest give in the skin of her neck
  1569.  
  1570. “I’m not going to rape you, alright? I’m not going to rape you. I’m…”
  1571.  
  1572. >then, it happens
  1573. >a sob
  1574. >you feel it wrack her body in your hold
  1575. >then another
  1576. >a hot teardrop falls onto your back, and seeps through the fabric of your shirt
  1577. >and her body, formerly tense as a coiled spring, begins to melt into your arms
  1578.  
  1579. >suddenly, you feel her weight pressing against you
  1580. >she goes limp, and several sobs escape her
  1581. >she’s pushing you backward, but you brace yourself on one knee and bear her weight
  1582. >in between cries, she tried to get something out
  1583.  
  1584. “I… I-I… I…”
  1585.  
  1586. >then, it all breaks loose
  1587. >she loses it, completely
  1588. >what can only be described as a broken wail leaves her throat
  1589. >her howls echo up and down the hallway
  1590. >tortured cries, the result of so much anguish for so long, come flooding out
  1591.  
  1592. >you don’t say a word.
  1593. >you press yourself deeper into her body, and keep her secure
  1594. >and her cries go on and on.
  1595.  
  1596. -------
  1597.  
  1598. >you sit in your chair
  1599. >rotating a half empty bottle of beer in your hands
  1600. >a small lamp is the only thing lighting the room
  1601.  
  1602. >it’s getting late, but you can’t sleep
  1603. >Applejack, on the other hand, had no trouble
  1604. >the poor pony had exhausted herself from crying so hard, for so long
  1605. >you don’t even know if she really felt it when you picked her up and tucked her into her new bed
  1606. >you were very careful to lay her on her side, and make sure that her damaged rear was not taking any of her weight
  1607. >and that was that.
  1608.  
  1609. >You had to go to work tomorrow.
  1610. >Not only that, but your line of work meant that you had to get up early
  1611. >you had to meet with your other four employees before you all drove to the work site
  1612. >you also had to go up the stone sales center and get another pallet of stone because you were close to running out
  1613. >it was a big patio, after all
  1614. >and you were already running behind
  1615. >you were hoping that your new pony would be able to pitch in some help
  1616. >you’d show her the ropes, give her some simpler jobs to start out
  1617. >make sure she knew what she was doing
  1618. >but now…
  1619.  
  1620. >You couldn’t take her up to the work site in this condition
  1621. >Her hindquarters were whipped to hell, her body was thin, her mind…
  1622. >well, that was in the worst shape of all.
  1623. >but could you possibly leave her here? All alone, for hours?
  1624. >you almost think you should admit her to a hospital
  1625. >but you really won’t have much money to spare until you can finish this patio job
  1626. >and with the car accident, you know your premium is going to increase a ton
  1627.  
  1628. >you don’t know what to do.
  1629. >this had been such a bad idea…
  1630. >no. No it hadn’t.
  1631. >Applejack had been through hell before she came to you
  1632. >you saved her
  1633. >you saved her life.
  1634.  
  1635. >and you know, it’s starting to occur to you
  1636. >you’d left her in the same place for two hours
  1637. >on a damn bathmat
  1638. >and she hadn’t moved
  1639. >she hadn’t done anything to your house
  1640. >in fact, she’d done exactly what you said
  1641. >which only makes sense…
  1642.  
  1643. >you don’t want to do it, but you’re going to have to wake her up early
  1644. >she needs sleep, but you don’t want her to wake up and find you totally gone
  1645. >you thought of leaving a note, but that wouldn’t be ideal
  1646.  
  1647. >you drain the rest of your beer and get up
  1648. >it’s getting late, and maybe you’ll be able to fall asleep eventually
  1649. >you don’t take sleeping pills, because they make it almost impossible to get up the next morning
  1650.  
  1651. >two hours later, after tossing and turning and nearly throwing your blanket right off the bed, you finally drift to sleep.
  1652.  
  1653. -----
  1654.  
  1655. >the beep of your alarm rips you out of your slumber
  1656. >with a sharp breath, you roll over and slap the top of the clock, and the beeping ceases
  1657.  
  1658. >you actually look at the clock, hoping that maybe, just maybe, you still had 30 minutes left or something
  1659. >but you don’t
  1660. >you groan
  1661.  
  1662. >back to the old grind.
  1663.  
  1664. >you roll out of bed and walk groggily to the bathroom
  1665. >yawning loudly
  1666. >the light stings your eyes when you flip the switch
  1667. >as usual, you splash some cold water on your face
  1668. >it wakes you up
  1669. >at least, sort of
  1670. >then, you leave the light on and enter the hallway again
  1671. >you’re going to whip up some breakfast...
  1672.  
  1673. >you know, you really might have forgotten
  1674. >you were so groggy that you actually may have forgotten about the pony you had put to bed last night
  1675. >but lucky for you, when you exit the bathroom, she makes it impossible
  1676.  
  1677. >she’s standing right there, at the other end of the hall
  1678. >looking right at you
  1679. >the light coming out of the bathroom reflecting off of her huge, emerald green eyes
  1680.  
  1681. >you freeze in place
  1682. >practically stop mid yawn
  1683. >she points her nose at the floor, but angles her eyes up at you
  1684.  
  1685. “G-good morning, master Anon.”
  1686.  
  1687. ------
  1688.  
  1689. >The two of you meet eyes, and stare for a long while
  1690. >all you can really see well at first was the light gleaming off of her eyes
  1691. >but the rest of her comes into the picture as your eyes adjust to the dark
  1692.  
  1693. >you tilt your head in surprise
  1694.  
  1695. “Oh. Well, hey. You’re… already up.”
  1696.  
  1697. >you rub your eyes and lean against the wall
  1698. >Applejack nods her head, and stands up straighter
  1699.  
  1700. “Yes, Master Anon. The sun was just starting to go up.”
  1701.  
  1702. >she almost sounds like a soldier
  1703. >talking to her superior officer, or something
  1704. >you furrow your eyebrows and chuckle under your breath
  1705. >and yawn again
  1706.  
  1707. “Oh. So, is that when you, you know, normally get up?”
  1708.  
  1709. >It’s a basic question
  1710. >you didn’t intend to communicate anything other than what you asked
  1711. >but you underestimate her nerves
  1712.  
  1713. >She lowers her head, and her posture slumps
  1714. >then, she asks you a question with a significantly diminished tone
  1715.  
  1716. “I’m sorry, di-id you want me up earlier? I haven’t done any work yet, I’m s…”
  1717.  
  1718. >She trails off
  1719. >and suddenly, it’s back to yesterday’s grind
  1720. >you take your leaning arm off of the wall, and shake your head at her
  1721.  
  1722. “No, no, Applejack. Relax, ok? Take a deep breath.”
  1723.  
  1724. >As usual, she takes your request as a demand
  1725. >breathes in deeply, and exhales deeply
  1726. >stops herself mid-sentence
  1727. >when it appears she has calmed down, you continue
  1728.  
  1729. “Well, if I’m honest, Applejack, I was going to let you sleep as long as you wanted this morning. I have to go to work early in the morning, and I was going to leave you a note letting you know where I was and letting you know what food I have for you to eat.”
  1730.  
  1731. >Applejack listens to you intently
  1732. >but as you talk, you can see one of her eyebrows rising up in confusion
  1733. >she looks down at your feet, appearing to contemplate what you’ve just said
  1734.  
  1735. “Oh, uh… yes, Anon. But-”
  1736.  
  1737. >she seizes up a bit
  1738. >you notice her look up at you as soon as the last word leaves her lips
  1739. >like she’s expecting you to rebuke her for talking back
  1740. >well, you’re going to clear that up right now
  1741.  
  1742. “Go on, hon, what is it?”
  1743.  
  1744. >Applejack seems to relax at your gentle tone
  1745. >she licks her lips
  1746. >and takes a step back
  1747.  
  1748. “I just… what work do you want me to do, Anon?”
  1749.  
  1750. >well, this is getting a little bit complicated
  1751. >you were planning on telling her yesterday why she was here
  1752. >why you purchased her in the first place
  1753. >but the whole everything yesterday had been such a clusterfuck you never got the chance.
  1754. >Now, you had to explain it all early in the morning
  1755. >damn, this week isn’t starting off well
  1756.  
  1757. “Ehh, it’s… a little complicated right now, hon. Don’t worry, I’ll have work for you to do, I will, it’s just… I can’t let you work in this state. Your rear end needs to heal, and you need to gain some weight back before I can let you work with me and my team.”
  1758.  
  1759. >You watch her face closely
  1760. >every word you say, for some reason, seems to be worrying her more
  1761. >she stammers, falls silent, but then begins to say something back in reply
  1762.  
  1763. “I can work, Master, I can work. I can pull, I can carry, I can push…”
  1764.  
  1765. “I’m sure you can, Applejack. But now, you need to get rest. There is no way you’re going to be working while those cuts are still healing. This stuff is good, hard work, and I’m not having you get injured or having your cuts start weeping again. Ok?”
  1766.  
  1767. >You wait for her typical “Yes, Anon, master sir your highness”
  1768. >but surprisingly, this time, there’s quite the delay
  1769. >she’s silently pondering everything to herself
  1770.  
  1771. >she licks her lips again, and her brow forms a V shape in between her eyes
  1772.  
  1773. “I-I… Anon, I…”
  1774.  
  1775. >ok, you really don’t have time for this
  1776. >if she’s going to be so obedient, you’re going to just have to keep on taking advantage of it when it’s for her own good
  1777.  
  1778. “No, Applejack. Stop. There’s no discussion here. What I said is final, and I don’t want to hear any more. Ok?”
  1779.  
  1780. >wow, you sounded a little harsh
  1781. >but you have to get going
  1782. >you haven’t even gotten your coffee going, yet…
  1783.  
  1784. >The expression Applejack makes is a pretty drastic change
  1785. >she communicates with her eyes low to the ground that she knows she’s overstepped her bounds a bit
  1786. >Shrinks back
  1787. >but she nods, and says no more on the matter.
  1788.  
  1789. “Yes, Anon.”
  1790.  
  1791. -----
  1792.  
  1793. >Applejack is quiet for the next ten minutes
  1794. >she gingerly sits down at the table on a pillow-padded chair as you sip your coffee, absentmindedly eating your eggs
  1795. >she eats the breakfast you’ve laid out in front of her, but very slowly
  1796. >she looks around the dimly lit room
  1797. >you glance back and forth between your steaming mug, the clock on the wall, and the pony across the table from you
  1798.  
  1799. >there’s a dejected look on her face
  1800. >a certain cloudiness in the whites of her eyes
  1801. >you poke the yolk of one of your eggs and watch it run out over the plate, but you don’t eat
  1802. >watching her is making you lose your appetite
  1803.  
  1804. “Hey, Applejack. You ok, hon?”
  1805.  
  1806. >the lack of delay when she nods her head at you is surprising
  1807. >she bites her lip, and stands back on her hooves
  1808.  
  1809. “Yes, A-Anon, I’m fine. I’m ok.”
  1810.  
  1811. >her posture changes
  1812. >shoulders are broader, head held higher
  1813. >legs straight
  1814. >like you’ve snapped her out of something
  1815.  
  1816. >but then it hits you
  1817. >she’s still trying to get you to change your mind
  1818. >put on the air that she’s ready to work.
  1819. >She dare not ask you again, you know
  1820. >but she’s a smart girl.
  1821.  
  1822. >still, you can’t.
  1823. >even though, for whatever reason, it’s killing her spirits
  1824. >the pony needs rest and rejuvenation
  1825. >and the injuries she’s sustained don’t mix with dirt, sand, and stone dust
  1826. >you shake your head
  1827.  
  1828. “Look, hon. I know you said you want to work, and I’m very happy to see you eager. The team and I could really use the help. But you can not, I repeat, can NOT work yet. I’m sorry, but that’s what has to happen. Ok, Applejack?”
  1829.  
  1830. >She folds her ears back, and her shoulders slump
  1831. >every new word makes her shrink down even more
  1832. >but she nods anyway
  1833.  
  1834. “Yes, Master Anon. I… so I will work, though?”
  1835.  
  1836. >you puff air through your nostrils in a slight laugh
  1837. >you drop your fork onto the plate
  1838. >and give a good natured roll of your eyes, smiling
  1839.  
  1840. “Yees, Applejack. I promise. I promise you’ll have plenty of work to do once you’ve healed up and you don’t look as skinny. And you can start by eating your breakfast now, ok? I mean, is everything on your plate alright?”
  1841.  
  1842. >you honestly aren’t mad
  1843. >just perplexed, and maybe a bit amused
  1844. >well, you don’t have to worry about work ethic whatsoever
  1845. >more than can be said than for a couple of your own guys
  1846. >you lean your head in your hand
  1847.  
  1848. >Applejack pauses and eyes her plate
  1849. >then she takes a little mouthful of her scrambled eggs
  1850. >she chews, swallows, and nods her head
  1851.  
  1852. “It’s good, Anon. Thank you.”
  1853.  
  1854. “Good. I’m glad. I made sure there weren’t any shells in it.”
  1855.  
  1856. >that gets a tiny smile out of her
  1857. >it disappears right away, but you notice
  1858. >and then, you smile
  1859.  
  1860. >another minute passes, and now you’re starting to think
  1861. >she wants to work, that much is true
  1862. >and you are going to have to leave her here alone for at least this week
  1863. >and it’s not like there’s an abundance of things to do
  1864. >and actually, even though you live here, when you are sick yourself, you get a little stir crazy, too.
  1865.  
  1866. >alright, Applejack. You win… sort of.
  1867. >you sigh, take the last bite of your breakfast, and get up
  1868. >Applejack flinches, and stares up at you now
  1869.  
  1870. >she watches you nervously as you open the drawer of your small end table
  1871. >a low stammer escapes her
  1872.  
  1873. “M-Master Anon?”
  1874.  
  1875. >you pull out a piece of paper, a pen, and tap your chin
  1876. >then, you begin to write
  1877.  
  1878. “Ok, Applejack. You may not be able to work with me now, but I’m going to write a list of things for you to do, right here at home. Ok?”
  1879.  
  1880. …
  1881.  
  1882. >paying close attention to her facial expression, you notice her ears perk up and angle towards you with intrigue
  1883. >her nervous frown fades
  1884. >you don’t know if she thought you were going to pull something else out of the drawer, or what
  1885. >you don’t know what’s going through her head
  1886. >it takes you a minute or two to think of enough things to put up on the list
  1887. >by the time you’re done, you have five things
  1888. >a few of them are minor things that you just have there to keep her busy if that’s what she wants
  1889. >the fifth, however, you added with an asterisk next to it
  1890. >there’s some dirt involved
  1891.  
  1892. >You pick up the piece of paper and walk over to where Applejack is standing
  1893. >then, you rotate the list in front of your chest so that it’s facing her
  1894.  
  1895. “Alright. Now, Applejack, here’s a list of some of the things that could be done around here. I’m not home all that much lately because of all the work I have to do, but with you here… maybe this stuff can finally get done.”
  1896.  
  1897. >you point at the first item and work your way down
  1898. >Applejack is listening very attentively
  1899. >paying close attention to every single word with wide eyes
  1900.  
  1901. “First, there’s the kitchen floor. It needs some sweeping, but I’ve got a broom and dustpan in the pantry. It’s on the bottom shelf. Then, I have a bit of a dust problem in the house… I, uhh, haven’t gotten around to dusting in a long time, but I have a duster in the laundry room. I’ll get it for you.”
  1902.  
  1903. >Applejack nods after each item, uttering a quick “Yes, Anon” each time
  1904. >you continue
  1905.  
  1906. “Thirdly, and this is really not something you have to do if you don’t want to, hon, but the bathroom we were in last night could use some extra scrubbing. I have a handled brush and a load of cleaning soap under the sink, but if you don’t want to do that, that’s fine. Just make sure you keep your bandages clear, ok?”
  1907.  
  1908. >Applejack nods enthusiastically
  1909.  
  1910. “Yes, Anon. I’ll be careful.”
  1911.  
  1912. “Good. Now, I also have some dirty dishes that need cleaning. They’re in the broken dishwasher. The sink’s right up there, and I got a nice wide stepladder propped up against the kitchen wall right over there so you can reach the counter. Just take your time, be careful, and don’t feel any pressure, ok?”
  1913.  
  1914. >Applejack purses her lips together, and nods her head
  1915. >she looks over at the stepladder, following your gaze
  1916.  
  1917. “Yes, Anon.”
  1918.  
  1919. >you smile
  1920. >you have a feeling she’ll be alright
  1921. >and now, for the final item
  1922. >you take a deep breath
  1923.  
  1924. “Good, Applejack. Now, this last one, you most DEFINITELY don’t have to do right now. But I wanted to leave it on the table just in case. My flowerbeds… well, they’re in bad shape. In fact, basically everything in there is a weed. If you can salvage any of the flowers in there, leave them, but I won’t be upset if you ripped basically all the plants in the beds out of there. There’s clover, dandelions, crabgrass, and all kinds of other crap sitting in there, growing taller and taller. Now, the really important thing here, Applejack, is that you have to do whatever you can to make sure that no dirt gets on those bandages. If you think you might, don’t do it, ok?”
  1925.  
  1926. >Applejack follows your eyes around the edge of the walls, getting an idea of how many beds of dirt and weeds you have around the house
  1927. >she’s very attentive
  1928. >the pony nods her head, a little slower this time, and glances over her shoulder back at her rear with a swish of her tail
  1929.  
  1930. “Yes, Anon. I understand.”
  1931.  
  1932. >You smile
  1933. >setting the list down on the kitchen table, you kneel down in front of her
  1934. >and despite her flinch, you put your hand under her chin
  1935. >you speak softly, making eye contact
  1936.  
  1937. “Ok. Now, listen to me, ok? If you don’t want to do this stuff today and decide that you want to rest, that’s perfectly alright. And if you aren’t sure of what to do or forget how to do something after I show you how, please don’t feel like you have to do it today. Ok?”
  1938.  
  1939. >Applejack hesitates for a moment
  1940. >and her nod is slower, but her eyes show understanding
  1941. >you really, really want to stress to her that she isn’t going to be in trouble if she doesn’t get all of these things done today
  1942. >you honestly hope she doesn’t get any of them done today, especially not after what happened yesterday
  1943. >pony needs some well deserved rest
  1944.  
  1945. >but for some reason
  1946. >you know, just a hunch
  1947. >you think she won’t just sleep today
  1948. >but it’s ok.
  1949. >this isn’t strenuous stuff.
  1950. >she’ll be fine.
  1951.  
  1952. >Applejack’s voice cuts through your ruminations
  1953.  
  1954. “Yes, Anon. I understand.”
  1955.  
  1956. >And that’s that.
  1957. >You’ve got fifteen minutes before you have to leave
  1958. >time to get moving…
  1959.  
  1960. …
  1961.  
  1962. >It had taken twenty minutes to fully explain everything to Applejack
  1963. >but it was alright.
  1964. >it’s not like you were actually on a strict timetable day to day
  1965. >hell, you were the employer, and it’s not like you’d never been a tad late before
  1966.  
  1967. >Applejack had not disappointed you
  1968. >remaining attentive as ever
  1969. >You had spent those extra five minutes drilling it into her head that it was ok not to do things today
  1970. >you think she had understood…
  1971.  
  1972. >well, you were going to try and get things done quickly today.
  1973.  
  1974. >sometimes, you all met at the house or worksite, and sometimes, you all met at your own driveway
  1975. >you wished you’d agreed to meet at the latter
  1976. >would have given you some extra sleep
  1977. >goodness, you were exhausted right now
  1978. >probably the sleeping pills still wearing off
  1979. >you’ll get through it
  1980.  
  1981. >as usual, highway traffic sucked
  1982. >added an extra twenty minutes to the trip
  1983. >but you’d factored that in already
  1984. >you hoped your employees did the same
  1985.  
  1986. >you were the first to arrive, as usual
  1987. >not because they were late, but because you were early
  1988. >as with most of your clients, the house is pretty huge
  1989. >around back is the project your team has been working on
  1990. >you can’t see it from the front, and it’s a bit of a trek from the driveway
  1991. >it’s made it a pain to get all those pallets of stone onto the patio ground
  1992. >as well as the wheelbarrows full of gravel and sand
  1993. >no wonder you’re so far behind schedule
  1994.  
  1995. >you hop into the bed of your truck and retrieve a few of the tools you’ll need
  1996. >a shovel, a few bags of stone dust, a hammer and chisel, and a big stone saw
  1997. >carrying the bags, you walk around
  1998.  
  1999. >and there it is
  2000. >the nightmare
  2001. >the project from hell
  2002.  
  2003. >the patio is pretty huge
  2004. >three different levels of light red sandstone, each level about five inches above the one below it
  2005. >the whole thing is rectangular in shape, with a medium height border wall all around it
  2006. >or, at least, there will be one
  2007.  
  2008. >but the worst thing are the pillars in the middle
  2009. >they’re all covered in stone fragments on the bottom foundation
  2010. >those stone fragments might look haphazard, but holy hell, they are difficult to cut
  2011. >it takes a lot of expertise and skill, as well as time, to do them right
  2012. >they can be all different shapes, but they have to be around the same size
  2013. >cut from raw stone chunks
  2014. >also, they have to jut out the same distance from the pillar, so they have to be the same thickness
  2015. >it’s been a time vacuum unlike anything you ever expected
  2016. >you look over the the ground beside the patio, where the raw stone chunks are lying down
  2017. >man, the last thing you want to hear…
  2018.  
  2019. -----
  2020.  
  2021. “Boss, we gon’ need more stone.”
  2022.  
  2023. >this project isn’t a nightmare.
  2024. >it’s a night terror.
  2025. >you stare blankly at the man standing across from you, pointing at the pillars with his open hand
  2026. >you feel the air stop in your lungs
  2027. >trying to process
  2028. >hoping he’s joking
  2029.  
  2030. >but he’s not.
  2031. >you bring a hand up to your face, trying to hide your bubbling anger
  2032.  
  2033. “Alfredo… Alfredo, I just bought whole new pallet last week, man! Can’t you just…”
  2034.  
  2035. >you trail off when he shakes his head at you, an apologetic look in his eyes
  2036. >he gestures to the pillars again
  2037.  
  2038. “There’s not enough, boss. ‘s not enough, have to cut too much…”
  2039.  
  2040. >you groan, and take a step back
  2041. >you couldn’t believe it
  2042.  
  2043. >Alfredo was a fantastic worker
  2044. >and not only that, he was a skill stonecutter and mason
  2045. >you pay him very well
  2046. >he’s very good at what he does
  2047.  
  2048. >which is why it hurts
  2049. >because you know he’s right.
  2050.  
  2051. >that was easily another 1.5 grand you’re going to have to put into this project
  2052. >and you’ve already gotten more stone not one, not two, but three times
  2053. >you seriously underestimated this project
  2054. >those damn pillars…
  2055.  
  2056. >fuck it.
  2057. >you’re not going to worry about those for today
  2058. >you wave your hand at the pillars like you’re shooing away a fly
  2059.  
  2060. “Ahh, don’t worry about that for today, Alfredo. Let’s just join Paco and Aaron and focus on getting those other pallets of stone unloaded for sitting wall, ok? I’ll get more stone pieces tomorrow.”
  2061.  
  2062. >Alfredo shrugs his shoulders
  2063. >adjusts his gloves on his hands, sets down the chisel in his hand, and walks over to an empty wheelbarrow
  2064.  
  2065. “Ech, alright, boss.”
  2066.  
  2067. >you sigh
  2068. >when you’ll ever get this patio done, you have no idea
  2069. >no timetable
  2070. >this is going to be a looong day…
  2071.  
  2072. -----
  2073.  
  2074. >damn, your legs were sore
  2075. >it hurt to even step on the brake
  2076. >better wheelbarrows are yet another thing you’re going to have to add to your list of things to get
  2077. >the ones you have now are creaky, and tip over if you look at them funny
  2078.  
  2079. >still, focusing all your attention on the sitting wall on the outside of the patio was a good idea
  2080. >you’d finished a good chunk of it
  2081. >even managed to affix some of it with mortar
  2082. >all you needed were the capstones, now, and you’d be able to finish it hopefully by the end of Wednesday
  2083.  
  2084. >truthfully, you could have gotten more done
  2085. >but you didn’t want to wait too long
  2086. >it was hard to work while you were distracted, anyway
  2087. >the thought of the orange pony at home, all alone for hours, made you call it quits by 2:30
  2088. >your fellow workers hadn’t complained, either
  2089. >this was tough work
  2090.  
  2091. >also on the plus side, the traffic wasn’t as bad yet
  2092. >you were almost home after only thirty minutes
  2093. >when you do arrive, you wait in the truck for a minute while you sip the rest of the gatorade bottle you purchased on the way back
  2094. >and you take a few deep breaths
  2095.  
  2096. >you aren’t sure what you’re going to see
  2097. >but whatever it is, you’re going to try to prepare for it
  2098.  
  2099. >you empty the bottle, throw it in an old grocery bag, and hop on out
  2100. >both of your feet feel like lead weights in your muddy, steel-toed boots
  2101. >you kick the dirt off the bottoms, take them off, and reach for the doorknob
  2102.  
  2103. >but then, you pause
  2104. >suddenly, you realize that there’s something different
  2105. >you were so tired that you almost didn’t see it, but it hits you
  2106. >you look at the beds of dirt on either side of the door
  2107.  
  2108. >they’re clear.
  2109. >before, there was a jungle of weeds
  2110. >but now, it’s just brown dirt
  2111. >and you can also see, as you look down the front wall, that there is a huge pile of leaves and debris
  2112. >all of the crap that was once in those flowerbeds
  2113. >and at first glance, you can also see the roots on the plants, still covered in dirt
  2114.  
  2115. >holy cow, she actually did it
  2116. >and it wasn’t a half-assed job, either
  2117. >she went all out, made sure to get to the deepest roots she could
  2118. >a smile spreads across your lips
  2119.  
  2120. >somehow, deep down, you expected this
  2121. >You couldn’t wait until she could really work with you and your team
  2122. >someone with her work ethic, with her drive…
  2123. >it was amazing
  2124.  
  2125. >you open the front door, and step inside
  2126.  
  2127. >you didn’t think that the mood in the air could change so quickly
  2128. >so dramatically
  2129. >but as soon as you enter, your smile disappears
  2130.  
  2131. >the first thing you notice is the total silence
  2132. >like the very air has gone still
  2133. >you don’t know why, but your hairs stand on end
  2134. >a prickling chill travels up your spine
  2135. >there isn’t a single peep
  2136. >not even your air conditioning is running at the moment
  2137.  
  2138. >Something is wrong.
  2139.  
  2140. >as quietly as you can, you set your work boots down beside the door, and close the front door
  2141. >the air around you feels oppressive
  2142. >weighing you down
  2143. >you call out, quietly
  2144.  
  2145. “Applejack? I’m home. Where are you?”
  2146.  
  2147. >you walk further in, past the couch
  2148. >no response
  2149. >your stomach starts churning
  2150. >you try again
  2151.  
  2152. “Applejack? Hon, you there?”
  2153.  
  2154. >still nothing
  2155. >well, she must not be inside the house
  2156. >then it hits you
  2157.  
  2158. >Of course! She must be working outside
  2159. >you exhale a breath you’d been holding inside of you
  2160. >nothing to worry about! She was just hard at work, that was all.
  2161.  
  2162. >you walk over to the sliding glass door at the opposite end of the room
  2163. >the blinds are partly closed, letting only some of the sunshine through
  2164. >it draws a thick column of light on the carpet, slicing the room in half
  2165.  
  2166. >you almost miss it as you walk over
  2167. >the light is so bright, it practically washes it out
  2168. >when you see the glistening out of the corner of your eye, you turn your head
  2169. >and you see it there, lying on the floor
  2170.  
  2171. >plate shards.
  2172. >they’re lying in a neat pile, and lying in the metal dustpan
  2173. >out in plain view
  2174. >and it’s a big stack
  2175. >and there’s something else you notice
  2176.  
  2177. >the shards are put back in the shape of the plates
  2178. >that is, as best as they CAN be put together
  2179. >and you can see that there are five plates in total that have been shattered
  2180.  
  2181. >and then, you eyes travel to a piece of paper
  2182. >it’s lying beside the dustpan
  2183. >and there’s word scribbled onto it
  2184.  
  2185. >gulping, and feeling a sinking in your stomach, you pick it up
  2186. >and read the words printed on the middle of the page
  2187.  
  2188. “Master Anon,
  2189. I am waiting in your room.
  2190. Applejack”
  2191.  
  2192. >the words leave your lips in a whisper
  2193. >and you read them over silently in your head several times
  2194. >eyes switching between the shards of the plates and the note in your hand, until finally, you turn around
  2195. >and look down the hallway, toward the end
  2196.  
  2197. >you clap eyes on your bedroom door
  2198. >and though you left it open this morning, it is closed.
  2199.  
  2200. >with every inhale you take, your intestines twist up into knots
  2201. >it was the forlorn frankness of those words that made your heart ache the most
  2202. >the resignation
  2203.  
  2204. >you let the paper fall to the floor
  2205. >it flutters down and lands on top of the shard stack
  2206. >then, closing your eyes, you start down the hallway
  2207.  
  2208. >to the pony surely awaiting doom.
  2209.  
  2210. ...
  2211.  
  2212. >only wearing socks makes your steps very quiet
  2213. >especially on the carpet floor
  2214. >you know very well you will startle her if you open the door too quickly again
  2215. >and right now, startling her might induce a panic attack
  2216. >you can’t imagine what went through Applejack’s head when the plates broke
  2217.  
  2218. >when you reach the door, you listen very closely
  2219. >expecting maybe to hear her crying from the other side of the door
  2220. >but you don’t even hear that
  2221. >that makes you nervous
  2222.  
  2223. >is she sleeping?
  2224. >is she hiding somewhere else?
  2225. >or maybe she’s already made a run for it, hoping to buy herself some time with her note?
  2226. >all seem very unlikely, but…
  2227.  
  2228. >clenching your teeth, you knock on the door
  2229. >only a few times, and not too hard
  2230. >trying so hard not to convey anger or aggression in any way
  2231.  
  2232. “Hey, Applejack? Are you in there, hon?”
  2233.  
  2234. >your head leans in, and you press your ear against the wood
  2235. >at first, you can’t pick up anything
  2236. >in fact, you almost ask again
  2237.  
  2238. >but the cracked, choked voice, with just a hint of its now familiar country twang, pipes up from the other side of the door
  2239. >and takes the breath out of your lungs
  2240.  
  2241. “Y-y…..yes, Master, Ano…”
  2242.  
  2243. >she’s so shaky, she can’t even get the last consonant out
  2244. >you cringe
  2245. >then, you reach down, turn the doorknob and begin to push the door open
  2246.  
  2247. >That’s when you hear her gasp
  2248. >it’s accompanied by a sob
  2249. >you feel your eyes water a bit just hearing that
  2250. >you keep your voice calm and collected
  2251.  
  2252. “It’s ok, Applejack. It’s ok. I’m not angry, ok, hon?”
  2253.  
  2254. >you inch the door forward a little more
  2255. >somehow, you can sense her flinch
  2256. >you lick your lips nervously
  2257.  
  2258. >finally, you gently let the door swing open
  2259. >and you stand in the entrance
  2260.  
  2261. >there she is, sure enough
  2262. >beside your bed, on the floor
  2263. >she’s lowered her face to the floor, burying her nose in the carpet and resting uncomfortably on her knees
  2264. >whole body pressed into the floor like she’s trying to disappear
  2265.  
  2266. >her face is streaked with red
  2267. >so many lines of dried tears that they are one big blotch on her cheeks
  2268. >she’s shivering visibly from where you’re standing
  2269. >you open your mouth, about to say something
  2270. >but you stop
  2271. >your mouth stays open, jaw hanging loose when you see what’s lying on the ground in front of her
  2272.  
  2273. >a stick, thick as your finger and longer than your arm
  2274. >an old belt of yours, one of the ones you leave on the floor of your closet
  2275. >and a large, heavy kitchen spoon
  2276.  
  2277. >she doesn’t look at you
  2278. >closing her eyes, waiting
  2279. >she’s shuddering without cries
  2280.  
  2281. >you can only stare
  2282. >eyes fixed on the things on the floor, laid out in a row
  2283. >a sharp, stabbing pain hitting you in the gut
  2284.  
  2285. >Applejack cringes, and starts to speak
  2286. >voice just as cracked, broken
  2287.  
  2288. “P-Please, don’t… Master, please don’t g-get rid of me… please!”
  2289.  
  2290. >she opens her eyes, and that’s when the tears spring loose
  2291. >staring at the stick in front of her, not daring to even look up
  2292.  
  2293. “A-Anything, please don’t… Master, please don’t, I-I’ll do anything, punish me, but please, Master please don’t get rid of me…”
  2294.  
  2295. >She clumsily begins to stand
  2296. >and then, with a broken, choked whine, she bends herself over your bed
  2297. >her back hooves don’t touch the carpet
  2298. >watching in silent shock, your eyes widen
  2299. >her bandages are not there anymore
  2300. >they’re laid out on the floor behind her
  2301. >and her scarred, bare skin is exposed to the air again
  2302.  
  2303. >she hides her eyes between her front hooves
  2304. >throws her tail off to the side
  2305. >and gives one last shuddering sob before lying still
  2306.  
  2307. >and with that, and you standing still as a statue, silence takes over
  2308. >and the shock settles in.
  2309.  
  2310. …
  2311.  
  2312. >eventually, though, you do come to your senses
  2313. >and when you look down again, you see she hasn’t moved
  2314. >hasn’t looked over at you despite the fact you’ve been standing there for…
  2315. >well, a while, you think.
  2316.  
  2317. >you eyes drift back to those marks
  2318. >open to the air once again
  2319. >and then, you feel a bit of frustration bubble up inside of you
  2320. >you bite your lips
  2321.  
  2322. >you’re going to have to dress them up all over again only one day later
  2323. >you were hoping your arrangement would last at least two days
  2324.  
  2325. >you hold your head in your hand
  2326. >Applejack is shivering
  2327. >sobbing
  2328. >actually expecting you to pick up one of those items on the floor and use it on her
  2329. >for breaking some plates
  2330. >it was so sad to think about
  2331.  
  2332. >it feels weird that the first words you speak are a question
  2333.  
  2334. “I, uh… what happened to your bandages, hon? I thought I told you to keep them on.”
  2335.  
  2336. >you said it as gently as you could
  2337. >practically cooing the words
  2338. >as soon as you ask the question, you cringe and hold yourself back from punching yourself in the cock
  2339. >you maybe, just maybe, should have reassured her that you weren’t going to hurt her FIRST
  2340. >now she probably thinks it’s just another thing you’re going to punish her for
  2341. >you open your mouth, about to do just that, but it’s too late as Applejack begins to stammer
  2342.  
  2343. “I-I got dirt on them, M-Master, I’m ss-sorry! I’m so sorry, I’m…”
  2344.  
  2345. >Applejack continues to look forward at the wall, straightening her back legs
  2346. >she sobs
  2347. >your stomach sinks, and you close your eyes
  2348.  
  2349. >this was horrible.
  2350. >you hold up your hand as she begins to hyperventilate, gripping the comforter tightly while she crosses her hooves behind her
  2351. >you were going to end this, right now
  2352.  
  2353. “Applejack, please, please calm down, hon! I’m not going to punish you!”
  2354.  
  2355. >at first, you aren’t totally sure she heard you
  2356. >she’s still breathing shallow, tensed as a compressed spring
  2357.  
  2358. >but a few seconds later, there’s a change in the rhythm of how she’s crying, now
  2359. >you can’t put your finger on it exactly, but somehow something is just… different
  2360. >her breathing seemed to be coming from a deeper place
  2361.  
  2362. >when you look down at the floor, your jaw clenches when you see the spoon, belt, and stick lying there
  2363. >you take a quiet step forward, trying not to startle poor Applejack again, and gather all of the things in one hand
  2364. >all the while you stare at Applejack
  2365. >you toss the belt back into your open closet, and then walk toward the open door
  2366. >the sound of the heavy piece of leather hitting the floor makes Applejack yelp, and you wince in silent apology
  2367.  
  2368. “Shh, it’s alright, hon! Now, I’m gonna go put this spoon back in the kitchen and… well, throw this stick out into the yard. So you just stay there, ok? I’ll be back. Ok?”
  2369.  
  2370. >you feel a little like you’re talking to a small child right now
  2371. >a small, abused, neglected child
  2372. >you seriously hope it’s already sunken in that she isn’t in for a beating
  2373.  
  2374. >But thankfully, you see Applejack nod
  2375. >hide her dripping nose under her front hooves, and sinking into the mattress
  2376. >she’s still crying, but not as hard
  2377.  
  2378. “Y---Yes, Anon, I’ll stay…”
  2379.  
  2380. >alright, good
  2381. >that’s that
  2382. >you leave the room with the door open and immediately head to your kitchen, where you drop the spoon on the counter
  2383. >you probably won’t be looking at that spoon the same way ever again
  2384. >then, you lazily throw the stick out through the half open glass door and slide it back shut
  2385.  
  2386. >now, it’s just a matter of the bandages
  2387. >so, you go to the bathroom and take out the gauze and cream again
  2388. >thankfully it’s a big roll
  2389. >it’ll last you long enough for today
  2390. >however, the bottle of cream is a little less than half full
  2391. >guess you’ll have to spread it thinner
  2392.  
  2393. >but then, you also notice that bottle of rubbing alcohol and some cotton balls there
  2394. >hesitating, you do eventually grab those, too
  2395. >depending on what you see, you might end up having to use it
  2396. >you know you said you wouldn’t punish her, but you aren’t putting her back in the bathtub for a smaller affected area
  2397. >alcohol would be easier, then, but…
  2398.  
  2399. >crossing your fingers despite everything in your hands, you walk back into the room.
  2400.  
  2401. …
  2402.  
  2403. >you aren’t surprised that Applejack hasn’t moved
  2404. >you make sure to announce your presence so you don’t startle her
  2405.  
  2406. “Hey, hon. I’m back.”
  2407.  
  2408. >she jumps a bit, but not too badly
  2409. >sniffles, and tenses up
  2410. >her tail is still off to the side
  2411. >you see what you’re going to have to do, and it’s deja vu from last night
  2412. >this pony may be high maintenance, but it’s not something that she can help
  2413. >she speaks very softly
  2414.  
  2415. “Y-Yes, Anon…”
  2416.  
  2417. >you set down the rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, antibiotic cream, gauze and tape down on the bed
  2418. >in her view
  2419. >you want her to know what you’re doing
  2420. >you lean forward so you are closer to her face
  2421.  
  2422. “I gotta do what I did last night again, ok? I’ve got the rest of the cream here I used last night, but I’m not sure it’s gonna be enough. I might have to use a little rubbing alcohol, ok?”
  2423.  
  2424. >Applejack hears that, and you see her eyes widen a bit
  2425. >she darts her eyes over to the materials you dropped on the bed, and sees the bottle there
  2426. >you can see a small shiver travel up her spine
  2427. >she closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and nods her head in acceptance
  2428. >despite the fact that she clearly knows what it’ll mean for her
  2429.  
  2430. “Yes, Anon… I understand, I-I… I slipped, a-and it… it… I really messed up, Anon.”
  2431.  
  2432. >Tears come back to her eyes, and they add to the dampness on the blanket under her face
  2433. >you wince, and slowly, you look back over at her flanks
  2434. >taking a much closer look, you feel the breath catch in your ribs
  2435.  
  2436. >damn it.
  2437. >sure enough, a good amount of dirt and dust got past the bandages on a couple of spots, on the left hindquarter
  2438. >That little bit left of the cream isn’t going to be able to get all of that
  2439. >and besides, you can’t just stick the cream on the dirt and let the particles just sit in there with open marks like this
  2440.  
  2441. >son of a bitch
  2442. >you NEVER should have given her that weeding job
  2443. >even though she had done a fantastic job…
  2444. >well, it’s too late now.
  2445. >Technically, she hadn’t been careful like you said, made an honest mistake
  2446. >but now, she was going to have to go through some more pain
  2447. >you really didn’t want to do this
  2448. >maybe you could do the bathtub routine again…
  2449.  
  2450. >no, this was faster.
  2451. >she’d survive.
  2452. >it was going to be alright
  2453. >you gently set a hand on the back of her head, through her blonde mane
  2454.  
  2455. “Alright, hon. I’m just gonna do it. It’ll sting a lot, but it won’t last long, I promise. Ok?”
  2456.  
  2457. >Applejack hides her snout between her hooves, eyes still closed
  2458. >she looks afraid, but her nod and voice are resolute
  2459.  
  2460. “Yes, Master Anon.”
  2461.  
  2462. >you smile just a tad, and pet her head once before picking up the bottle of rubbing alcohol
  2463. >you carefully unscrew the cap, place a cotton ball over the opening, and tip the bottle back and forth to moisten it
  2464. >you get down on one knee, and do another survey of the damage
  2465.  
  2466. >you know, with the bandages on you’d almost forgotten exactly how the marks looked
  2467. >and you wanted to forget
  2468. >whoever did this to her didn’t punish her, they tortured her
  2469. >and now, with the ball of alcohol soaked cotton in your fingers, you realize with a pause that you are going to make her re-experience some of that pain, all over again
  2470.  
  2471. >you bit your lip, hard
  2472. >then, you take a gentle hold of her left leg
  2473. >quickly, you explain yourself to her
  2474.  
  2475. “I’m holding this to make sure that you don’t kick me on accident, ok? I’m gonna start now.”
  2476.  
  2477. >Applejack mutters another ‘Yes, Anon’ under her hooves, and you feel the muscles in her leg harden
  2478. >shit, you feel so bad right now
  2479.  
  2480. >then, finally, you press the cotton ball into one of the many cuts and begin gently dabbing and swiping the dirt away
  2481. >Applejack’s shoots up from the blanket, and a loud gasp escapes through her clenched teeth
  2482.  
  2483. “AaAAH! Ahow, ow!”
  2484.  
  2485. >you feel her left leg twitch in your hand, kicking out lightly
  2486. >her hoof flexes around your palm, and her other leg thumps the side of the bed
  2487. >a sob escapes her as you continue, trying to work as fast as possible
  2488. >her crying gets a little louder
  2489.  
  2490. “Na, AHAaahaa, ooowwaaa! AH, M-Master, MASTER!”
  2491.  
  2492. >Your hand freezes, and your blood runs cold.
  2493.  
  2494. …
  2495.  
  2496.  
  2497. >you don’t know why, but there’s just something different about it this time
  2498. >the way Applejack’s voice broke, the way she’s shaking her head and suddenly having muscle spasms
  2499. >you know alcohol hurts, but this…
  2500.  
  2501. “Master, please no, nonoonono! NO MORE PLEASE! I’M SORRY I’M SOORRYYY!! AAA! NOO!”
  2502.  
  2503. >Her leg is pulling away from your holding hand, and she’s grasping at the blanket
  2504. >the cotton ball falls from your hand
  2505. >holy shit, she’s hysterical
  2506. >mouth gaping open with horrifying cries of anguish
  2507. >you’re frozen, brain trying to process what you’re seeing and hearing
  2508.  
  2509. “I can’t take it! I CAN’T TAKE NO MORE, I-I CAN’T, PLEASE! MASTER NOO, NOHOHOOO! I’M SORRY I’M SORRY AAAGHA PLEASE STOOOP!”
  2510.  
  2511. >Applejack bucks her legs, and writhes on the bed, flaying all her limbs in a frenzied panic
  2512. >You get hit by her other leg on the shoulder
  2513. >and holy hell, does it hurt
  2514. >That’s what jolts you out of whatever trance you were in
  2515. >with a grunt, you suddenly spring to your feet, and you scramble to try and bring Applejack under control
  2516. >she’s rolling back and forth, pulling herself forward over the bed
  2517. >all the while howling and raving at the top of her lungs
  2518. >totally losing it
  2519.  
  2520. >you place your hands on her back, and try to get a hold of her
  2521. >she’s flailing around and disheveling the blanket beneath her
  2522. >tears are pouring out of her, almost incoherent from sobbing
  2523. >begging and begging for the pain to stop
  2524. >you call out over her cries, trying to direct them to her ears
  2525.  
  2526. “Applejack! Stop, stop! Hon, what’s going on? Calm down, calm down! APPLEJACK!”
  2527.  
  2528. >she isn’t stopping, though
  2529. >instead, she starts saying something else
  2530. >and it’s making the hairs on your arms stand up
  2531.  
  2532. “I-I’ll--be a good girl, I’LL BE A GOOD GIRL! Please no more I’ll be a good girl I’m sorry Master, pleasepleaseplease I’m sorry…”
  2533.  
  2534. >her voice is cracking
  2535. >it’s more breathy than before
  2536. >slurred, exhausted
  2537. >trying to be loud, but she’s just not strong enough
  2538. >her head rolls back and forth on the bed, mouth agape
  2539. >gasping out the words ‘please’ and ‘good girl’ over and over
  2540.  
  2541. >it’s like she’s not even aware that you’re there
  2542. >like she doesn’t know where she is
  2543. >distant, like she’s in a different world
  2544. >you wave your hand in front of her face, but she looks right through it
  2545. >her cries go from loud to soft, then back to loud again, cycling back and forth
  2546.  
  2547. >this wasn’t the alcohol
  2548. >this was a full on panic attack unlike anything you’ve ever witnessed
  2549. >her gasping, sobbing and writhing in your hold chills you to the bone
  2550. >your brain races a mile a minute
  2551.  
  2552. >water.
  2553. >cold water. You needed it right now.
  2554. >Springing into action, you let go off Applejack’s relentlessly struggling body and sprint to the kitchen
  2555. >you grab a big glass and fill it with the tap before rushing back, not caring about the spillage in the hall
  2556.  
  2557. >Applejack is covering her head and splaying her hind legs open, kicking them into the air
  2558. >still pleading, sobbing wretchedly
  2559. >you brandish the glass of cold water, step aside of her legs
  2560. >and then, having a clear shot to her face, you chuck the content of the glass onto her
  2561.  
  2562. >the splash makes a wet slap as it hits her face
  2563. >and a short, sharp scream rips out of her throat
  2564. >but then, in the following seconds, her broken howls and cries for mercy suddenly cease
  2565.  
  2566.  
  2567. >her legs, which had been kicking like a rodeo bull, collapse with a thump onto the bed
  2568. >and her head, at last, stops lolling from side to side as she affixes the ceiling above her with her wide, emerald eyes
  2569. >her breathing is still shallow and panicked, but even that begins to slow as the seconds crawl by
  2570.  
  2571. >your hand trembles as it grips the now empty glass
  2572. >you stare down at her with eyes just as wide as hers
  2573. >besides her heavy breathing, the room is silent
  2574.  
  2575. >eventually, you dare to approach her
  2576. >hearing you take a step, Applejack’s head whips around, and her eyes lock onto you
  2577. >her entire face is streaked red
  2578.  
  2579. >when she sees you standing there, she freezes
  2580. >chest heaving, the individual ribs poking out through the skin of her belly
  2581. >you set the glass down on the blanket, all the while looking at her back
  2582.  
  2583. >unlike before, now, you can see that she is truly seeing you
  2584. >she’s no longer distant, far away
  2585.  
  2586. >Applejack had been in a totally different world
  2587. >The pieces are coming together in your mind
  2588. >she hadn’t been talking to you.
  2589. >she didn’t even know you were there
  2590. >in an instant, her entire world had been consumed with agony
  2591. >and you knew just whose fault it was.
  2592.  
  2593. >you try to smile, but it dies away into a concerned frown
  2594. >then, you break the silence hanging like a noose in the air
  2595. >Applejack looks at you with fear and apprehension in her eyes
  2596.  
  2597. “Applejack… It’s gonna be ok, hon.”
  2598.  
  2599. ...
  2600.  
  2601. >Applejack’s mouth hangs open
  2602. >she hasn’t even attempted to wipe some of the drops of water from her face even though it’s dripping
  2603. >her eyes blink rapidly
  2604. >but encouragingly, her chest isn’t heaving so hard anymore
  2605.  
  2606. >her eyes never leave you
  2607. >shoulders slumping back, she brings her legs closer to her stomach
  2608. >curls up, and partially hides her face
  2609. >she’s shivering, now
  2610.  
  2611. >you inch forward toward her
  2612. >approach from the side so she can fully see you
  2613. >you want no surprises for her
  2614. >this pony is just so fundamentally broken, you aren’t even sure what to do
  2615.  
  2616. “Applejack, hon? Are you going to be ok?”
  2617.  
  2618. >what she just went through scared the hell out of you
  2619. >what if the water hadn’t worked?
  2620. >how would you have been able to get her out of her episode?
  2621. >you were seconds away from calling 911
  2622. >would they even take a pony?
  2623.  
  2624. >you listen intently, hoping that Applejack will answer you
  2625. >your eyes keep drifting back to her flanks and rear
  2626. >all of the words she had screamed
  2627. >pleading, over and over again
  2628. >words barely even decipherable
  2629. >now, you knew what true torture sounded like
  2630.  
  2631. “Applejack? Hon, it’s ok, you’re safe, nothing is gonna happen to y…”
  2632.  
  2633. >Applejack’s voice, barely above a whisper, stops your words dead in their tracks
  2634. >they barely make it through the air
  2635. >she says them with a deep exhale
  2636. >a sigh of defeat
  2637.  
  2638. “I ain’t worth it.”
  2639.  
  2640. >she curls up into a tighter ball
  2641. >tries to cover her head from your view
  2642. >you watch and listen as she wearily speaks sounding completely exhausted
  2643.  
  2644. “I ain’t worth this… your money, y---your time. I ain’t nothing.”
  2645.  
  2646. >the muscles of her legs seem to turn into putty
  2647. >tension melts away
  2648. >you don’t hear any more cries
  2649. >see any more tears
  2650. >not a sob, not a sniffle
  2651. >but the defeat in her voice is total
  2652. >just… absolute
  2653.  
  2654. “I don’t want to live anymore. I can’t… th-there…”
  2655.  
  2656. >Applejack rests her cheek on the blanket
  2657. >still no tears
  2658. >just resoluteness, conviction
  2659. >her whole body is limp
  2660. >like putty
  2661. >all the tension in her legs, all the resistance
  2662. >it’s gone
  2663.  
  2664. “I’m sorry… Don’t waste no more on me, M-Master. Just… kill me, however you want, torture, starve me… lemme die… I won’t be no more trouble. I’m sorry...”
  2665.  
  2666. ...
  2667.  
  2668. >Applejack gently closes her eyes
  2669. >she looks like she’s trying to fall asleep
  2670. >her entire body ceases all movement
  2671.  
  2672. >it’s a display of total submission
  2673. >not to your demands, but to the consequences
  2674. >torture, starvation, it doesn’t matter what you have the power to do to her
  2675. >she’s given up.
  2676.  
  2677. >you stare, blankfaced
  2678. >the stubborn, enthusiastic pony of just this morning, now lifeless in front of you
  2679. >and you can sense a sob rising in your throat
  2680.  
  2681. >right now, you were her last hope.
  2682. >she had none left
  2683. >it’s just hitting you that you are talking to someone who is suicidal
  2684. >someone in a state of mind that warranted hospitalization…
  2685.  
  2686. >but she was a pony.
  2687. >mental issues? Suicidality?
  2688. >they wouldn’t take her
  2689. >whoever her master is, that was their problem to deal with
  2690. >and other masters?
  2691. >they’d just sell her
  2692. >hope to make a quick buck, cut their losses, and pass a broken soul over to the next man unfortunate enough to…
  2693. >to…
  2694.  
  2695. >You were that next man.
  2696. >Those tubby fat fucks in the car the day they’d dropped Applejack off
  2697. >they knew from the start
  2698. >but the only victim here wasn’t you
  2699. >it was the pony in front of you
  2700.  
  2701. >against all odds, she had tried to work
  2702. >tried to endure the pain
  2703. >but now, she was lying down and waiting for you to kill her
  2704. >she hadn’t been able to escape the agony of her past.
  2705.  
  2706. >you don’t know how to answer her
  2707. >it’s all so overwhelming
  2708. >but you have to try.
  2709. >you lick your dry lips, and approach her unresponsive form
  2710.  
  2711. “No, Applejack. You ARE worth it, hon. In so many ways… and you know, I ain’t just talking about the work you’ve done. Which is amazing, by the way.”
  2712.  
  2713. >Your voice is sincere
  2714. >gentle
  2715. >but you don’t even see as much as a twitch of her ear
  2716. >you gulp, and stay focused on your mind’s current track
  2717. >you have to speak calmly and carefully
  2718.  
  2719. “You were… I mean, I know I saw the scars and all, washed them… but tonight, I actually heard the pain from you. Just… hell. It was hell you went through, and you…”
  2720.  
  2721. >you pause, keeping your emotions in check
  2722.  
  2723. “...you’re still here. Against all odds. And knowing what I know now… I would have spent a fortune to rescue you from where you were. And it would have still been worth it. Hon… you are a wonderful pony.”
  2724.  
  2725. >you take a chance, and run your hand down the side of her neck
  2726. >she barely even flinches at your contact
  2727. >you grimace, but continue petting
  2728.  
  2729. “I care about you, hon. I do. Not just as a master to his slave, but a man to a living, breathing creature who deserves kindness, dignity… love. And I’m not going to give up on you.”
  2730.  
  2731. >you are taking what feels like a risk
  2732. >but you are going to do it
  2733. >you can’t just reach her with words
  2734. >so, you will try with the only other thing you can
  2735.  
  2736. >you don’t know why you do it
  2737. >but you begin to lift her
  2738. >sliding a hand beneath her shoulders, and another below her tummy
  2739. >her muscles, suddenly and for the first time, tense up
  2740. >and a tiny, surprised gasp escapes her
  2741.  
  2742. >you sit up, against the wall beside the bed
  2743. >and then, you pull her body into yours
  2744. >placing her head on your chest
  2745. >you wrap one arm around her withers
  2746. >and the other, you set gently atop her head
  2747.  
  2748. >Applejack’s eyes flutter as you begin to run your hand through her mane
  2749. >her body, tense as a rock
  2750. >but she isn’t resisting you at all
  2751.  
  2752. >then, as the minutes drag on, and the silence stretches on
  2753. >the tension slowly ebbs away
  2754. >until finally, without a word, Applejack just accepts it
  2755. >and with a long but soft exhale, she relaxes in your hold
  2756.  
  2757. >you stay there with her, petting her head
  2758. >the sun starts to go down, light dimming through the window
  2759. >not a word is uttered by either of you
  2760.  
  2761. >you won’t give up.
  2762. >not now, not ever.
  2763. >you refuse.
  2764.  
  2765. >you stay with her, not even noticing as the two of you fall asleep
  2766. >her body held firmly against yours.
  2767.  
  2768. …
  2769.  
  2770. >your eyes flicker
  2771. >and the room around you is totally dark
  2772. >holy crap, how long have you been asleep in here?
  2773.  
  2774. >that’s when you remember
  2775. >Applejack!
  2776. >you look down, and sigh lightly with relief when you see her there
  2777. >she hasn’t moved one inch
  2778. >in fact, she’s still just as limp
  2779. >but she’s breathing, so you’ll take it…
  2780.  
  2781. >suddenly, the room lights up
  2782. >a bright white flicker through the gaps in the blinds
  2783. >and then, there’s a faint rumble
  2784.  
  2785. >oh noooo
  2786. >what the hell is this?
  2787. >there weren’t supposed to be thunderstorms, were there?
  2788.  
  2789. >this is not good.
  2790. >you are a landscaper and a stone mason.
  2791. >rain is the devil.
  2792. >as if you needed more delays on your project from hell…
  2793.  
  2794. >the next boom of thunder is much, MUCH louder
  2795. >and it rattles the house
  2796. >the flash of lightning is longer, too
  2797. >you can faintly hear the leaves of the trees outside rustling with the rapidly picking up winds
  2798.  
  2799. >greaaat
  2800. >this was almost a guarantee to be a day’s delay if this thing sticks around
  2801. >you don’t know what time it is, either, but if it’s early morning then it’s all but guaranteed to set you back
  2802.  
  2803. >as the sounds of the storm pick up, you find yourself in a pickle
  2804. >Applejack is still breathing softly in your arms, limp
  2805. >the hair of her mane flows down over your arms
  2806. >but you need to check the time
  2807.  
  2808. >another boom, and the wind continues to pick up
  2809. >that’s it, you have to get up
  2810. >sorry, Applejack
  2811.  
  2812. >very slowly, you slip out from underneath her, supporting her head before letting it down onto the blanket
  2813. >she doesn’t seem to wake up
  2814. >good
  2815.  
  2816. >you tiptoe out of the room, the flashes of lightning illuminating your path
  2817. >you go down the hall and take a look at the clock
  2818. >you stop a groan from leaving you
  2819. >4:45
  2820. >that’s early for most people, but not for you
  2821. >you look out the window, seeing the trees swishing back and forth
  2822. >you’re gonna have to phone it in.
  2823.  
  2824. >you walk over to the side table, next to your couch
  2825. >you pick it up and swipe the lockscreen aside, cursing quietly to yourself
  2826. >your workers aren’t going to like not being paid tomorr…
  2827.  
  2828. >You see the exclamation point.
  2829. >a big fat red exclamation point
  2830. >it’s your weather alert app
  2831.  
  2832. TORNADO WARNING: FROM 4:40 PM -- 5:10 PM…
  2833.  
  2834. >you stare at the phone for a few seconds
  2835. >then, you look out the window, hairs raising on your arms
  2836. >the trees are swaying
  2837. >the lightning is picking up
  2838. >you look back down at the screen, and then click on the notification rectangle
  2839. >it brings up the radar
  2840.  
  2841. >you know how to read radar.
  2842. >the little flag indicating your location is right to the northeast of the concentrated blip of yellow, red, and violet
  2843. >and hanging right out the bottom of that blip, you see it
  2844. >almost right beside your location, maybe five minutes away at most
  2845. >a pronounced hook in the doppler, indicating strong tornadic rotation
  2846.  
  2847. >and it’s right to your east
  2848.  
  2849. >your heart stops.
  2850.  
  2851. ...
  2852.  
  2853. >You stuff your phone in your pocket and fumble through the drawer of your end table
  2854. >you pick out the flashlight from inside it and flip it on
  2855. >it is a bright ass flashlight, a 200 dollar one that turns night into day
  2856. >guess it was a good purchase
  2857.  
  2858. >you run sprint down the hall and the turn the corner into the room
  2859. >you have absolutely no time to calmly wake Applejack up
  2860. >sorry, hon
  2861.  
  2862. “Applejack! Come on hon, we need to get moving, wake up!”
  2863.  
  2864. >your loud voice startles her awake
  2865. >Applejack gasps, and her legs flail outward
  2866. >her eyes snap open and flutter open and closed as the light of the flashlight hits her face
  2867.  
  2868. “Ahh, ah, whaa…”
  2869.  
  2870. “Sorry, Applejack, but we need to get up, right now! Come on, come with me!”
  2871.  
  2872. >time is ticking, and the storm is really brewing, now
  2873. >you begin shaking her with one arm on her shoulder
  2874. >Applejack is clearly disoriented, but when you begin to shake her, she starts to scramble
  2875. >vocalizing with loud exhales and emerald eyes wide with sudden fear
  2876. >she gets onto her knees and slides to the edge of the bed while you wave her toward you
  2877.  
  2878. “Wh-whaa, what’s happening, what’s going on! Master!”
  2879.  
  2880. >you help her to her hooves, your hands shaking
  2881. >the wind swirls the leaves of the trees, and a boom of thunder rattles the whole house
  2882. >you swiftly pull her forward alongside you, gritting your teeth
  2883.  
  2884. >You have no basement.
  2885. >the most central room in your house without any doors or windows was the next best option
  2886. >and that means…
  2887.  
  2888. >you talk down to the frightened pony as you move
  2889.  
  2890. “We need to get to the bathtub, ok? Come with me Applejack, come on!”
  2891.  
  2892. >you don’t shout, but your voice is urgent
  2893. >you are having a lot of trouble staying calm
  2894. >even if you hadn’t seen radar, there was just something different about this storm
  2895. >it was sinister
  2896.  
  2897. >Applejack is so confused, and her worry is compounding
  2898. >but she does what you say, letting herself be moved along
  2899. >she speaks with a crack in her voice
  2900.  
  2901. “Y-Yes, Anon, b-but I don’t understand…”
  2902.  
  2903. >you book it down to the bathroom
  2904. >you don’t have time to feel bad as you pull Applejack into the bathroom with some force behind it
  2905. >she yelps, but doesn’t pull back
  2906. >you flip on the light and set the flashlight down on the toilet seat
  2907. >then, you reach under her shoulders
  2908. >Applejack freezes, eyes widening
  2909.  
  2910. “Wh-what did I do, M-Mas…”
  2911.  
  2912. “No no, you’re ok, Applejack! You did nothing wrong, but you need to get into the tub right now, ok? Here…”
  2913.  
  2914. >You lift her up with a grunt
  2915. >is she slightly heavier? You don’t know
  2916. >wouldn’t be a bad thing for the skinny pony
  2917. >but you don’t have time to reflect
  2918.  
  2919. >Applejack shakes as you set her down inside
  2920. >it would be deja vu of your first night, if it weren’t for the current situation
  2921. >picking up the flashlight, you take the phone out of your pocket, kneeling down by the tub
  2922. >you open the screen of the weather app and put your hand over Applejack’s shoulders
  2923. >she’s quiet, but clearly unsettled, eyes darting all around
  2924. >you don’t want to tell her what’s going on
  2925. >poor thing is such a nervous wreck already, but telling her about a tornado?
  2926. >hell, does she even know what those are?
  2927. >if she had another panic attack, you wouldn’t even know what to do
  2928.  
  2929. “Good, hon, just sit tight for a little while, ok? Just relax, you’re not in trouble…”
  2930.  
  2931. >a massive boom of thunder, so loud it shakes the bathroom in the middle of your house
  2932. >Applejack yelps, and her legs go rigid
  2933. >you open the radar
  2934. >shit
  2935. >the storm is right on top of you
  2936. >another exclamation point goes across the banner on top of the screen
  2937.  
  2938. >TORNADO EMERGENCY: FROM 4:50 AM -- 5:00 AM…
  2939.  
  2940. >your stomach flips
  2941. >that is literally the worst notification possible
  2942. >that means a tornado is imminent
  2943.  
  2944. >it’s time to take action.
  2945. >you stick your phone back into your pocket, drop the flashlight into the tub, and put your leg inside
  2946. >Applejack backs up, pressing her rump against the other tub wall as you climb in
  2947.  
  2948. “Master, what’s going on? I’m gettin’ real scared…”
  2949.  
  2950. >you are, too
  2951. >but you can’t show that to her openly
  2952. >you get down on your knees, and motion for her to lay down
  2953.  
  2954. “Applejack, I know you’re confused, but do what I say. Turn yourself around, and lay down. I’m gonna climb over you. It’s gonna be uncomfortable, but you need to stay still, hon. Trust me.”
  2955.  
  2956. >Applejack stares intently at you, eyes locking in as soon as you tell her to do what you say
  2957. >she hesitates, but nods her head when you’re finished speaking, looking nervous
  2958. >but she turns around, tail pressed very tightly against her legs, and lays down with knees trembling
  2959. >you know she’s probably thinking the worst of your motivations right now, but she has to deal with it
  2960. >as soon as she gets down, you climb on top of her and put your knees down on either side of her covering her body without smashing her down into the porcelain
  2961. >Applejack is crying a little
  2962.  
  2963. >that’s it, you have to tell her what’s happening.
  2964. >she thinks you’re setting her up
  2965. >keeping her in the dark is not going to help anything
  2966. >you make sure your head is below the rim of the tub
  2967.  
  2968. “Applejack, hon… there’s a tornado coming. That’s why we’re here. We’ll be ok, but stay real quiet.”
  2969.  
  2970. >you lower yourself down further until your body is lying right against hers
  2971. >from your position, you’ve rendered her motionless
  2972. >you feel Applejack stiffen up beneath you, the muscles hardening to rock
  2973. >she nods, very faintly in the confined space so she doesn’t headbutt your chin
  2974.  
  2975. “Torna...Oh, oh no, noo…”
  2976.  
  2977. >she understood you.
  2978. >and now, her head shrinks back, and she huddles in closer to you, getting as underneath you as she is able to do
  2979. >she breaths in an irregular rhythm, shuts her eyes tight and shrivels up into the tightest ball she can
  2980. >well, she definitely knows what a tornado is, it seems
  2981.  
  2982. >you wouldn’t admit it to her
  2983. >but you are just as afraid as she is.
  2984.  
  2985. >the bathroom light is still on
  2986. >it’ll give you a bit of warning if it goes out
  2987. >as it stands, Applejack, despite being obviously terrified, obeys you totally
  2988. >she isn’t uttering one peep
  2989. >the room is deathly quiet, even though the sounds of your breathing echo off the hard bathtub walls
  2990. >the thunder is constant, lightly vibrating the house…
  2991.  
  2992. >You feel Applejack’s ears spring up to attention
  2993. >and a light whimper escapes her
  2994. >she shivers, and covers her head with her hooves
  2995. >the thunder gets a little louder…
  2996.  
  2997. >That’s not thunder.
  2998.  
  2999. ...
  3000.  
  3001. >the hairs stand straight up on your arms and legs
  3002. >you’ve always heard that tornadoes sounded like trains as they approached
  3003. >and right now, you’re imagining a set of train tracks, with a tornado funnel rushing toward you down the rails
  3004.  
  3005. >you consider yourself a calm guy, but right now, you are terrified.
  3006. >the roar in the distance picks up in volume
  3007. >the fact you can hear it from inside the tub is a bad, bad sign
  3008. >at least, you think so
  3009. >it also hits you that it’s very early in the morning, yet there aren’t any tornado sirens that you know of in your city
  3010. >you’d only been able to prepare because you’d gotten lucky…
  3011.  
  3012. >Applejack’s barely contained sob jerks you out of your ruminations
  3013. >she shivers, gritting her teeth
  3014. >the muscles in her neck bulge with tension
  3015.  
  3016. >from your place right over her, it’s just hitting you
  3017. >in the face of terror, you realize that Applejack, despite all the horror that transpired last night, is afraid
  3018. >afraid of death
  3019. >perhaps it’s just instinct…
  3020.  
  3021. >but it doesn’t matter to you.
  3022. >even if you don’t survive, you’re going to make sure she does
  3023. >if she wants to live, you’ll do what you can
  3024. >at least, you’ll try
  3025. >this pony deserves it.
  3026.  
  3027. >As the roar becomes more pronounced, you lower yourself as you as you can go
  3028. >then, you gently wrap your arm around her neck and shoulders
  3029. >she tightens up, inhales sharply and whimpers through clenched teeth
  3030. >you whisper, closing your eyes tight
  3031.  
  3032. “We’ll be ok, Applejack. I got you.”
  3033.  
  3034. >She doesn’t reply.
  3035. >but feeling your arm wrapped around her, she leans into your hold
  3036. >you smile sadly, and try to relax
  3037.  
  3038. >this might be the end, but at least you have somebody you care about there with you.
  3039.  
  3040. >the walls begin to shake
  3041. >your heart thumps wildly against the pony underneath you
  3042. >Applejack isn’t just shivering right now, she’s trembling like a leaf
  3043. >she can’t stop herself, and she begins to cry
  3044. >you aren’t going to stop her
  3045. >you just squeeze a little tighter, trying to provide her just a little comfort
  3046.  
  3047. >you wait for it...
  3048.  
  3049. >the lights suddenly cut off
  3050. >You flinch, and let out a hiss in surprise
  3051. >Applejack, on the other hand, lets out a heart rending cry
  3052. >in the pitch blackness, you can only hear the rapidly increasing volume of the tornado’s roar, the air conditioning vents having totally shut off
  3053.  
  3054. >you hug Applejack close, and focus on the warmth of her body below you
  3055. >and you wait for your house to rip apart.
  3056.  
  3057. >the wind whistles against the roof, and you can hear something scraping against the tiles
  3058. >the sound of dust or debris hitting the sides of your house, scraping against the brick, nearly gives you a panic attack
  3059. >the roar never lets up, neither increasing or decreasing in volume
  3060. >you hear loud strikes against the roof and walls, and the air around you seems to fall away
  3061. >this is it
  3062. >you hold your breath…
  3063.  
  3064. >the clattering against the sides of your house is accompanied by the shattering of a window
  3065. >you hear a crackling sound from above and behind you
  3066. >Applejack hears it, and her cry of distress only slightly reaches over the roar of the tornado
  3067. >it’s right there, you can literally feel it
  3068. >the air pressure drops, popping your ears
  3069.  
  3070. >the house, even through your tub, vibrates like a plane caught in turbulence
  3071. >you hold onto Applejack for dear life
  3072. >hoping the sound of her cries and the roar of the tornado isn’t the last thing you’ll ever hear.
  3073.  
  3074. --------
  3075.  
  3076. >the depth of the tornado’s roar makes every hair on your body stand rigid
  3077. >a sound like a pressure washer blasting sheet metal scrapes against your eardrums
  3078. >the wall of your house, right to your left, is getting blasted with what sounds like sand
  3079. >Despite being in the background, the terror in Applejack’s wavering scream will never leave your memory
  3080. >objects pelt the roof
  3081. >the ground beneath you trembles even more than you are
  3082.  
  3083. >then, for a split second, the roar seems to fall away completely
  3084. >the air around you feels like it falls, leaving you unable to draw a breath
  3085. >but it only lasts an instant
  3086. >the roar shifts into something like a tidal wave colliding with a brick wall
  3087. >the rushing sound is concentrated to your left
  3088. >the roof above you rattles like it’s being pelted with rocks
  3089. >with an involuntary shout, you close your eyes and lay your head beside Applejack’s, her soft mane touching your face
  3090.  
  3091. >you shut out everything else, and you make a conscious decision
  3092. >you’re not going to focus on the mayhem
  3093. >if your last thoughts are going to be about something, you want them to about something else
  3094. >something other than fear
  3095. >something good
  3096. >something warm
  3097. >something, someone, worth protecting…
  3098.  
  3099. >you stray out of time
  3100. >embrace the darkness
  3101. >surrender, and go limp...
  3102.  
  3103. >once your thoughts drift away, it takes a long while for them to come back
  3104. >and the first thing that enters your awareness is the arms you have wrapped around the pony beneath you
  3105. >hugging around her belly and neck
  3106. >you suddenly notice the ringing in your ears, but the constant whine begins to recede
  3107. >and when it does, you hear heavy breathing
  3108. >the push against your stomach as Applejack’s ribs rise and fall rapidly
  3109.  
  3110. >You open your eyes
  3111. >at first, nothing but murky blackness seeps into your vision
  3112. >but they quickly adjust, and you can see the white bathtub below you
  3113.  
  3114. >it takes a moment
  3115. >but it slowly occurs to you that, lying hunched over, you aren’t dead.
  3116. >unless, that is, your spirit was sent to the afterlife in a bathtub…
  3117. >you gingerly lift your head up, hearing the constant gasps of the poor mare lying underneath you
  3118. >it takes a minute for you to feel like you have voluntary control of your own lungs
  3119. >Applejack moves, sliding her head out from under her forelegs
  3120. >her hooves make little clops when they hit the bathtub
  3121. >she shudders, and feeling you move above her, she whispers
  3122.  
  3123. “M-Master, Master *hic!* Anon… Is it over? Is...”
  3124.  
  3125. >Applejack sniffles, giving a little sob
  3126. >your mouth hangs open, your shock addled brain taking forever to process such a basic question
  3127. >but eventually, you raise yourself up, and peek out over the tub, facing your left
  3128.  
  3129. >you don’t know what you expect
  3130. >perhaps, you expected nothing to be there
  3131. >or see a mass of destruction and debris strewn about where your house once was
  3132. >but weirdly, it’s the fact that you see neither of those things that shocks you the most
  3133.  
  3134. >the room is totally intact.
  3135. >in fact, nothing appears out of order
  3136. >the sink, the tile floor, the walls, even the hallway outside
  3137. >it looks just like how you left it
  3138.  
  3139. >there is no roar.
  3140. >there is no wind, no leaves rustling
  3141. >no sound other than the distant rumble of thunder and the flickering of lightning in the hall
  3142.  
  3143. >Applejack raises her head
  3144. >you feel her smooth mane against your neck, brushing against your skin
  3145. >the feeling jolts you out of your stunned state
  3146. >you inhale sharply
  3147. >Applejack’s frightened voice is amplified by the hard tub again
  3148.  
  3149. “Master, a-are we gonna be ok? Is it gone?”
  3150.  
  3151. >you feel her body squirm
  3152. >blinking doesn’t make the incredible sight of your intact bathroom go away
  3153. >the near silence hanging like a cloud over your heads is a wordless answer to Applejack’s fearful question
  3154.  
  3155. >eventually, you nod your head
  3156.  
  3157. “I… think so. It’s gone, hon…”
  3158.  
  3159. >using our hand, you push yourself up and inch your way off of Applejack’s back
  3160. >you feel the cold metal of the flashlight you brought with, and grab that
  3161. >your shirt sticks to her from the sweat on your body, and it peels away
  3162. >all the while, you stare at the room
  3163.  
  3164. >it takes you a minute to get out, your limbs stiff as can be
  3165. >but you do
  3166. >once you get off of her Applejack sits up, her joints popping
  3167. >you set your hand on top of her head, and coo gently to the shivering pony
  3168.  
  3169. “Hold on, ok, hon? Stay here, I’m gonna go look around. Ok?”
  3170.  
  3171. >Applejack’s shiny eyes drip tears, and she nods
  3172. >you nod back, pet her head, and stand up, creeping out the door with Applejack obediently staying behind
  3173.  
  3174. >the shock continues
  3175. >you look right and left, and see that none of your house is gone
  3176. >the flicker of lightning confirms it
  3177. >breathing quietly, you inch down the hallway until you enter the living room, then you turn on the flashlight
  3178.  
  3179. >then finally, you see the first bit of damage
  3180. >the two windows on the opposite wall are shattered, and small pieces of debris, dust, dirt, and all kinds of other shit are all over the carpet and furniture
  3181. >a bitch to clean up, but… honestly, your truck is probably messier
  3182. >and other than that, as you look around, even up at the ceiling… you see nothing else.
  3183.  
  3184. >you flick off the light, standing in the middle of the room in thoughtful silence.
  3185.  
  3186. >Could this have been it?
  3187. >there’s no way, you think
  3188. >the roar had been deafening, the shaking of your whole house, the long approach
  3189. >surely this couldn’t have been it!
  3190. >surely…
  3191.  
  3192. >no. This can’t be.
  3193. >it must’ve missed you
  3194. >it simply cannot be…
  3195.  
  3196. >you turn to the sliding glass door.
  3197. >the curtain is only partly closed
  3198. >your eyes hover on it for a second, until a flash of lightning pierces through into the room
  3199.  
  3200. >your legs move automatically toward the door
  3201. >you latch onto the handle, flick the lock, and slide it open
  3202. >the humidity of the air hits you, feeling like a spider web hitting you in the face
  3203. >thumb trembling, you tense up, take a deep breath, and then, you turn on the extremely bright flashlight, shining it into the distance of your fenced in backyard…
  3204.  
  3205. “Oh my god.”
  3206.  
  3207. >The flashlight falls from your hand.
  3208.  
  3209. -----------
  3210.  
  3211. >fragments of debris, pieces of wood and metal and stone, lay scattered all over your yard
  3212. >but it’s what lies beyond your yard that chills you to the bone
  3213.  
  3214. >Your “fenced in” backyard?
  3215. >the whole fence along the back and sides of two thirds of your property is gone
  3216. >your shed, normally located in the upper left portion of your yard, just a little across the way?
  3217. >no sign of it.
  3218. >but that was nothing, as your flashlight comes to rest on the wreckage of the house behind yours
  3219.  
  3220. >the roof is gone, and the outside walls have caved in
  3221. >split boards, crumbled brick and drywall, twisted metal pipes
  3222. >there is no roof to speak of
  3223.  
  3224. >cold shivers traveling up your spine, you pan the flashlight left to right, the column of light reaching very far
  3225. >all of the houses behind yours are on a different street, a different block
  3226. >there’s a good bit of land between you and them, perhaps just outside of comfortable shouting distance
  3227.  
  3228. >and they’re all destroyed.
  3229.  
  3230. >roofs, walls, trees, it’s all obliterated
  3231. >your light reveals a tall tree, bent sharply and stripped of its bark, next to one of the houses
  3232. >wrapped around the base of it is what looks like strips of metal, bent all the way around the trunk
  3233.  
  3234. >there isn’t even that much wreckage to sort through, the destruction looks so bad
  3235. >the only thing remaining of one of the houses is a pile of dust and debris
  3236. >tears are pouring down your face, and you feel sick
  3237.  
  3238. “Oh my fucking god, oh my…”
  3239.  
  3240. >this thing just missed you
  3241. >it would have killed you, too
  3242. >that bathtub wouldn’t have saved you or Applejack
  3243. >and these people living in these houses…
  3244.  
  3245. >you had to help.
  3246. >it takes you a minute to jerk yourself out of your trance, but when you do, you race back into the house
  3247. >the you shine the light down the hall and make sure to pace yourself, not wanting to startle Applejack
  3248. >although you want to sprint
  3249.  
  3250. >you turn the corner and enter the restroom
  3251. >Applejack is still standing in the tub, shoulders hunched over and shivering with her tail tightly tucked between her legs
  3252. >you get down in front of her on the other side of the tub
  3253. >she gazes at you with intense focus
  3254. >you gulp, and keep your voice from shaking as you speak
  3255.  
  3256. “Applejack, the… the tornado missed us, b-but… it hit the houses behind us, and it’s really bad, hon.”
  3257.  
  3258. >Applejack’s eyes widen, and you see her body tense up
  3259. >the muscles bulge
  3260. >her jaw drops, and she inhales sharply
  3261.  
  3262. “I-It… oh Celestia, we gotta go help ‘em! We gotta…”
  3263.  
  3264. >She starts forward, setting her hoof on the tub wall and suddenly springs forward
  3265. >You lean back as she sort of falls into your chest
  3266. >A cry of surprise leaves you in as she clumsily topples out of the tub
  3267. >you react by wrapping your arms around her
  3268. >her rump falls to the tile with a thud, her upper body in your hands
  3269. >you have to respond quickly, as Applejack is now thrashing in your hold
  3270.  
  3271. “Wait, wait, hold on Applejack! Hold on, calm down, just a second! Calm down, calm down…”
  3272.  
  3273. >Applejack is standing up, now, but you maintain your firm grip around her
  3274. >You really have to speak firmly with her, but she fortunately does go still and heeds your command
  3275. >you can’t have her just running out there right away
  3276. >she’s going to hurt herself
  3277. >She still breathes shallowly, however, and her muscles are like rock
  3278. >In all honesty, she’s probably strong enough to bowl you over, but she’s very submissive to you
  3279. >you step back and hold her face between your hands
  3280.  
  3281. “Listen, ok? We’re gonna go and help. I’m gonna call 911, and we’re going to go out there and help anyone we can. But I can’t have you running out there all by yourself when we don’t know what’s out there, you could get hurt. Ok? So stay with me, hon.”
  3282.  
  3283. >Applejack’s intense gaze gradually softens the more you talk
  3284. >what you’re saying is getting through to her
  3285. >she takes a moment or two to breathe, and she nods her head
  3286. >but the tension in her muscles show she’s far from relaxed
  3287. >she’s itching for action
  3288.  
  3289. “Yes, Master, I will. But we gotta hurry, right?”
  3290.  
  3291. >You nod, standing up
  3292. >Her eagerness to go out and help…
  3293. >it’s the only thing that manages to give some warmth to your heart in the midst of this horrible time
  3294. >you point at your side, and hold the flashlight in your other hand
  3295.  
  3296. “Be careful, and don’t leave my side, hon. Let’s go.”
  3297.  
  3298. --------
  3299.  
  3300. >Applejack takes the “don’t leave my side” command very seriously
  3301. >as usual
  3302. >the instant the pony sees the damage illuminated by your flashlight, you hear her gasp
  3303. >Getting closer to the wreckage, you begin to shine the light all around
  3304. >and you notice that even the ground you’re walking on requires careful treading
  3305. >sharp objects lying around, a bolt the size of your foot…
  3306.  
  3307. “Watch your step, Applejack, ok?”
  3308.  
  3309. >Applejack says “yes, Anon” in hushed tones
  3310. >She’s already being careful
  3311. >all around you, the distant flicker of lightning in the distance, from the storm that carried all of this with it, illuminates
  3312. >you’re within shouting distance of the destroyed houses, so you call out over the gusty winds
  3313.  
  3314. “Anybody need help!? Anybody there!?”
  3315.  
  3316. >You pause, listen, and when you don’t hear anything, you do it again, even louder this time
  3317. >your voice seems to dissolve into the air
  3318. >The rumble of thunder and flashes of lightning are constant, but distant
  3319. >Applejack’s ears are sticking straight up, high on alert
  3320. >they swivel back and forth, twitching whenever a boom of thunder sounds
  3321.  
  3322. >but then, she stands stiff at attention, inhaling a sharp breath of air
  3323. >then she points to your right, her big eyes fixed on a specific location
  3324.  
  3325. “Master, I can hear someone! I can hear them, over there!”
  3326.  
  3327. >She trots forward, but suddenly stops herself, folding her ears down and staying in place before backing up to your side again
  3328. >You would have taken a moment to admire just how closely she follows your every command, but there’s no room in your mind for that
  3329. >You shine your flashlight over in the direction she pointed, and it falls upon the shattered ruins of one of the houses, the outer walls caved completely in
  3330. >then, you pat Applejack on her shoulders, and take a jogging step forward
  3331.  
  3332. “Ok, let’s go. I’m gonna let you take the lead, Applejack!”
  3333.  
  3334. >You shine the light to illuminate the way, listening closely but not hearing anything
  3335. >but Applejack was adamant, so you trust her
  3336. >her ears must be more sensitive than yours.
  3337.  
  3338. >Applejack canters ahead of you, hopping over a sharp piece of plywood sticking out of the ground
  3339. >Her ears point straight forward, and she’s intensely focused
  3340. >you still don’t hear anyth…
  3341.  
  3342. >That’s when a wavering moan sounds faintly through the air
  3343. >as soon as you hear it, you clench your teeth together
  3344. >you whisper
  3345.  
  3346. “Oh, shit…”
  3347.  
  3348. >Applejack hears it, too
  3349. >She goes from a canter to a full gallop, and you struggle to stay right behind her
  3350.  
  3351. “We’re coming! Hold on, help’s coming!”
  3352.  
  3353. >you struggle to stay behind her, running at the max speed you can, considering all of the debris
  3354. >Applejack runs onto the rubble and steps onto the wobbly, unstable rubble which is sitting atop the foundation
  3355. >she stares down at the ground, and that’s when you hear the low, agonized moan
  3356. >Applejack gasps, and clambers over to the source of the sound
  3357.  
  3358. >you can hear the strangled cry from underneath a pile of 2x4s and crumbled drywall, toward the center
  3359. >You lower the flashlight and go to help
  3360. >But Applejack beats you there, and you freeze when she does something that stuns you
  3361. >She lowers her head and shoulders, and with a roar, she slams into a large plank of wood, sitting beneath the majority of the debris that’s actually there
  3362.  
  3363. >she uses it like a lever, digging in her hooves and pushing forward like a football player to a practice pad
  3364. >You hear loud crunching of powdered drywall and the creaking of the wide plank, and you leap forward with your arms held out, gesticulating like you’re about to help her
  3365. >But in a matter of seconds, Applejack ferociously shoves the pile away, where it lands with a loud crunch on the other side
  3366. >You step back in startled response
  3367.  
  3368. >Applejack gasps, and you see her get down onto her knees
  3369. >and then you see her, curled up on what used to be the floor
  3370.  
  3371. >a girl of maybe 8 years of age comes into view from the cloud of dust
  3372. >or rather, her body does, lying on its side
  3373. >The curled up little girl is shuddering, and you hear her moan in pain
  3374. >Applejack gasps, and scampers forward with her head held low
  3375. >she looks up at you, and you meet her eyes while she points to the child’s torso
  3376.  
  3377. “Oh my gosh, she’s… she’s got something in her chest!”
  3378.  
  3379. >Her voice breaks, and she points to the object in question
  3380. >you run forward and step beside her, next to the poor girl
  3381. >when you see it, you gasp, and put a hand over your mouth
  3382. >It’s a fragment of wood, and it’s driven straight through the right side of her chest
  3383. >straight through, all the way
  3384. >she’s shaking, and holding her right side with a white knuckled grip
  3385. >tears stream out of her eyes, and she sobs
  3386. >your mouth hangs open
  3387.  
  3388. >Applejack gets down on her knees and lays her hoof over her chest
  3389. >She walks around the injured girl’s body and lays down in front of her
  3390. >The kid’s head bends forward and she looks to the pony now lying in front of her
  3391.  
  3392. “It’s ok, it’s ok! We’re gonna help you, just stay still, it’s gonna be ok! Oh, Celestia…”
  3393.  
  3394. >You aren’t even sure what to do
  3395. >the little girl has been basically impaled
  3396. >you’re still in shock
  3397. >But as your senses come back to you, your hand shoots to your pocket
  3398. >you pull out your phone and dial 911
  3399. >Applejack is speaking softly to the girl, who’s crying much louder than before
  3400. >you hear the child’s weak voice sob out
  3401.  
  3402. “I can’t… take it... h-hurts! Hurts...”
  3403.  
  3404. >her head jerks to the side rapidly, twice in a row
  3405. >it’s the kind of movement one makes when they’re overcome with pain
  3406. >chills raise the hairs on your entire body
  3407.  
  3408. “911, what is your emergency?”
  3409.  
  3410. >The droning female voice on the other end of the phone forces you out of the state of newfound despair you’re feeling from looking at this girl
  3411. >you stammer, then take a deep breath, and then manage to talk more calmly
  3412.  
  3413. “Yes, I-I got a little girl with me who’s hurt, real bad… got a piece of wood impaled through her, she’s crying, sh-she’s… we’re on Teal Circle Road, uhh… either 12 or 15 Teal Circle Road...”
  3414.  
  3415. >The voice on the other end of the line speaks at the same time that you’re just starting to hear sirens
  3416. >it’s a hell of a coincidence
  3417.  
  3418. “Yes, sir, we’ve already received reports from your area, help is on the way. Is the girl still conscious?”
  3419.  
  3420. >You look down at Applejack, who is lying beside the little girl and nuzzling her head
  3421. >telling her it’s going to be alright
  3422. >you see the little girl grab Applejack’s mane with her left hand
  3423. >the sounds of crying are still chilling your blood
  3424.  
  3425. “Yes, she’s still conscious! She’s got a piece of a plank or something going right through her chest, u-up on the right…”
  3426.  
  3427. “Alright, sir, do not attempt to remove the object. Is she losing blood?”
  3428.  
  3429. >You look back down, breathing shallow
  3430. >You go over and get down on one knee, next to the shivering child
  3431.  
  3432. “Hold on, hold on, just…”
  3433.  
  3434. >there’s a crimson streak of blood going down vertically from the exit of the wound, and when you check the other side, it’s the same story
  3435. >it’s like it went clean through, like a spear
  3436. >You look at the ground, and you see a small trickle of blood, but it isn’t growing
  3437. >you look worriedly at Applejack, who is able to do little more than comfort the child, who is holding onto her blonde mane with a death grip
  3438. >You nod
  3439.  
  3440. “Y-yes, she is, but it’s k-kinda slow, at least for now…”
  3441.  
  3442. “Ok, sir. I’m gonna ask you to just stay on the line with me, an ambulance has been sent to your address. Stay with her until help arrives.”
  3443.  
  3444. >You hear the ambulance sirens in the far distance
  3445. >You wipe a tear from your cheek and then stare down at the girl
  3446. >she is gasping, sobbing, and gritting her teeth with tears pouring down
  3447. >Applejack kisses her forehead, and scoots in further
  3448. >She’s extremely careful not to touch the wooden plank shard
  3449. >the little girl moans pitifully in agony, and holds onto Applejack for dear life
  3450. >The pony rests her hoof on top of the girl’s head and cradles it
  3451.  
  3452. “Hold on, Sugarcube… I know it hurts, but you’re gonna be ok… just hang onto me, it’s ok…”
  3453.  
  3454. >You stay at a slight distance, continuing to speak with the operator, telling her more details and just paying close attention
  3455. >but as you watch the scene in front of you, Applejack and the little girl lying down beside one another on the cold slab of where the house used to be, a tiny little sentiment enters your brain
  3456. >you think it to yourself, whispering it even though it’s in your own mind
  3457.  
  3458. >“Good girl, Applejack. Good girl.”
  3459.  
  3460. ---------------
  3461.  
  3462. >You applaud how quickly emergency personnel arrive on the scene.
  3463. >they may have been forewarned, you don’t know
  3464. >all you know is that the little girl’s life is now out of your hands and into the ones of people far more capable.
  3465.  
  3466. >Applejack watches in solemn silence as the girl is loaded onto a stretcher and lifted into the back of the ambulance
  3467. >It’s not the only medical vehicle here. The whole block is covered in flashing lights, and sirens are still all around
  3468. >It’s a rather populated suburban area, so you think there’s personnel from all over the county
  3469. >firefighters, police, paramedics…
  3470.  
  3471. >You were reassured by paramedics that these sorts of incidents, that is to say, the girl’s IMPALEMENT, were actually treatable
  3472. >you don’t know if you should trust him, but you decide that you will
  3473. >even though it seems unbelievable to you
  3474.  
  3475. >Applejack cries silently
  3476. >You remember how tightly the girl held onto her mane as she was transported on the stretcher to the ambulance
  3477. >Applejack followed by her side the whole distance
  3478. >now, she was watching her being worked on in the back of the vehicle, bandages and casts and things you have no idea what they are being fastened around her torso, around the piece of plank
  3479. >you put your hand on her neck and pull her against your side, in a little hug
  3480. >Applejack continues to stare as they close the back door, and within ten seconds, they’re on the way out
  3481. >She wipes a hoof across her nose
  3482.  
  3483. “I don’t wanna leave her…”
  3484.  
  3485. >Your eyes water, and you stroke the side of her neck
  3486.  
  3487. “I know, hon. But she’s in good hands, now. I think she’ll make it.”
  3488.  
  3489. >Applejack swallows, you can feel it since your hand is on her neck
  3490. >She nods her head, and leans into you
  3491.  
  3492. “I hope so, Master. She… was in so much pain, I just…”
  3493.  
  3494. “It’s ok now, Applejack. You were there for her, you helped her. You dug her out, and if it weren’t for you hearing her…”
  3495.  
  3496. >You trail off.
  3497. >it doesn’t really need to be said, you both understand
  3498. >Applejack sniffles
  3499. >rubbing her neck all the way up and down one more time, you pull your hand away…
  3500.  
  3501. >You see red.
  3502. >Immediately your eyes shoot down to your hand, and you suddenly notice the sticky red blood on your fingertips
  3503. >You stop breathing, and then you look over Applejack’s shoulder
  3504.  
  3505. >Low on her side, and down on her belly from front to close to her flanks, there’s a thick, wet smear of blood
  3506. >At first, you feel your heartbeat quicken as you think your pony is now injured, too
  3507. >but then, the realization hits you
  3508. >that’s not her blood…
  3509.  
  3510. >you feel sick.
  3511. >you gag, and and look away from your hand
  3512. >you don’t wipe your hand on your clothes, or anywhere else
  3513. >it just sits limply by your side
  3514.  
  3515. >Applejack stays next to you
  3516. >she still remembers your order
  3517. >but she’s looking all around, taking everything in with an anxious demeanor
  3518. >her eyes bug out, and she points to where two paramedics are carrying a stretcher
  3519.  
  3520. “I-Is… is that…”
  3521.  
  3522. >you look over
  3523. >and your face blanches
  3524. >it’s a white sheet covered stretcher…
  3525. >coming from the far corner of the same house where you found the girl.
  3526.  
  3527. >the two of you stand, slackjawed.
  3528. >And that’s when Applejack starts to cry aloud.
  3529. >shivering sobs wrack her body, and she lowers her weepy face to the road.
  3530.  
  3531. >you’re more in shock than she is, so you don’t cry
  3532. >but the knowledge of who that must be isn’t lost on you.
  3533.  
  3534. >you feel a horrendous, splitting headache all of a sudden
  3535. >you put your bloody hand up to your forehead out of habit, but before you can remember, it’s too late
  3536. >you yank your hand away, but it leaves a smear on your skin that you can feel
  3537. >your eyes roll back, and you feel faint, but you fight it
  3538. >eventually, you do win, but you’re done.
  3539. >you can’t do this…
  3540.  
  3541. >You pet Applejack’s head, and start slowly walking away from the scene, back to the safety of your home
  3542. >She looks up at you, bloodshot eyes fixing you questioningly
  3543. >you shake your head, ignoring your throbbing head
  3544.  
  3545. “Let’s… come on, hon, let’s go. We gotta get home and get you cleaned up…”
  3546.  
  3547. >You feel like the ground beneath your feet is shaking
  3548. >but it’s probably just you
  3549. >Applejack opens her mouth, about to say something, but she closes it quickly
  3550. >lowering her head, she nods
  3551.  
  3552. “Yes, Master… but what about other people, what if they need…”
  3553.  
  3554. >Your head is killing you, but your heart melts
  3555. >but you just can’t do it right now, and you can’t just let Applejack go off by herself
  3556. >it’s actually against the law, too
  3557. >you shake your head and cradle hers as you walk
  3558.  
  3559. “No, Applejack… I don’t think there’s any more we can do now. We just have to, just have to…”
  3560.  
  3561. >You swoon, and stumble while you walk
  3562. >Applejack sees it, and then gets in front of you with her whole body
  3563. >You thankfully don’t fall, but you place your hands on your back, pushing down with your weight
  3564. >the points of her vertebrae can be felt under your fingertips
  3565. >Applejack pushes back against your weight, supporting you quite well
  3566. >she speaks with worry in her voice
  3567.  
  3568. “Master, are you alright?”
  3569.  
  3570. >You nod, pushing yourself back onto your feet
  3571. >the shock of seeing all of this is getting to you, badly
  3572. >When you look back down, you see the bloody fingerprints on Applejack’s back
  3573.  
  3574. >Fuck this.
  3575. >You start forward, gently pulling her forward by her shoulder
  3576.  
  3577. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine… We gotta get home…”
  3578.  
  3579. >Applejack stays to your side, but she’s angled inwards
  3580. >watching your every move
  3581. >you just want to get home…
  3582.  
  3583. >then, the thought of the little girl’s blood enters your mind again
  3584. >on the ground, on Applejack, on your hands…
  3585. >the wooden stake driven through her chest...
  3586.  
  3587. >you don’t remember doing it, but your legs give out from under you
  3588. >your body slumps forward, and you crumple toward the earth
  3589. >your eyes falling closed.
  3590.  
  3591. ----------
  3592.  
  3593. >you feel the soft surface under you before you open your eyes
  3594. >you feel it before you see anything
  3595. >you groan, and slowly, open your eyes
  3596.  
  3597. >despite that the room is still dark, you can see well since your eyes have been closed
  3598. >but as soon as you do open them, you hear a gasp
  3599.  
  3600. “Oh, land’s sakes, Anon! I was worried sick, you just fainted and fell down onto me and I had to carry you in!”
  3601.  
  3602. >turning your head, you see Applejack get up from where she was laying on the floor beside you
  3603. >You can now see you’re on the sofa
  3604. >groaning, you put your hand on your head
  3605.  
  3606. “Ughh… hey, hon... H-How long… how long I’ve been out?”
  3607.  
  3608. >Applejack walks over to you
  3609. >her eyes glimmer with concern
  3610. >she pushes her snout under your chin and nuzzles you
  3611.  
  3612. “Only a minute or two, Master. I was about to splash some water on your face, but…”
  3613.  
  3614. >she points down at the floor, where a full glass of water lies
  3615. >you look down, and you groan again
  3616. >you have a weird, light-headed throb in your skull
  3617. >honestly, you can’t even remember fainting at all
  3618.  
  3619. “So… I fell on you?”
  3620.  
  3621. “Yes, Anon. I caught you just before you hit, but you still, uhh, hit the ground a little bit. But I got your head.”
  3622.  
  3623. >She sidesteps over to the water glass and picks it up before placing it next to your lips
  3624. >you grunt, and push your body upright so you’re sitting up against the couch arm
  3625. >you take the glass and bring it to your lips
  3626. >seeing the clear, cold liquid in the cup you suddenly realize how parched you actually are
  3627. >you down the whole thing in less than ten seconds flat
  3628. >the glass sort of rolls out of your hand, onto the sofa cushion
  3629. >Applejack picks up the glass with her teeth and sets it back down on the floor
  3630. >she still looks worried
  3631.  
  3632. “Anon, you ok? You drank that real fast.”