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From Applejack’s Diary:
After what felt like a lifetime, we eventually tuckered each other out. By that time we were so melted together I had no sense of what or who I was, except that I ain’t ever been so satisfied in my whole life. Like, I’d found my place in the universe. But now it was time to go our separate ways, now that we’d mated. It weren’t the breeding season, so he had no need to spawn. He only needed me, and now that we’d bonded, it was time to send me on my way. I had my own life, and ponies who’d get worried if I was gone too much longer, ponies who may come after him, not understanding what or who he was.
But he wouldn’t let me go, not yet. It was night, we sensed. The timberwolves were howling in the distance – his feelers in the dirt could pick up the reverberations. It wasn’t safe, not while I was so out of sorts and unable to defend myself.
So we decided, for a while longer, at least, to stay together. He kept me tucked safe and sound far from any danger, swaddled securely in his many breeding arms.
When I fell asleep, I dreamed of strange, alien things – places I ain’t ever seen or have names for, vistas so otherworldly and captivating they seemed out of those weird paintings Rarity loves to fawn over. Only they make sense, in a beautifully inexplicable kind of way.
When I woke up, I was on the shore of the river. Morning light was finding its way to the trees. I was myself again, only myself. And it felt… awfully lonely.
I found out after I made it home that I’d been gone overnight. a few hours – that was all. It felt like It’d been years, at least. Everypony had questions, of course, especially since I’d gotten a little more heft up top. I didn’t know what to tell them – still don’t – though I get the sneaking feeling Granny could see straight through me. She didn’t say nothing, though, and neither did I. Maybe I’m just imagining things – fending off Big Mac and Apple Bloom was hard enough. I ain’t seen the girls yet, but I get the feeling they’d be full of questions, too. It ain’t right lying to any of them, but I can’t help but worry about what they’d think. Hay, I barely understand what happened.
It’s been a day since then, and I can already tell my bust is starting to shrink again. I ain’t felt myself, neither – all relaxed and easily persuaded. But that’s starting to wear off, too. The dreams are still mighty powerful, though.
I’ll give it a couple days, at least until everypony settles down again and stops asking so many questions.
Then, I think it’s high time for another fishing trip.
FIN
