adventurous_logs | Harvest Moon?

Who: Zetta -- one open prompt, one closed.
What: The Overlord of Equestria works on a farm, then goes to dinner.
Where: Sweet Apple Acres, then Ponyville.
When: 2/14
Warnings: Probably some general lewdness. This is Zetta.

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Overlord Zetta, the most badass freaking Overlord in the entire cosmos, alicorn and technical Prince of Equestria, strolled down the path that wound through the Sweet Apple Acres orchard, pulling a cart as he walked. Periodically, he paused, ducked his yoke out of the hooks that harnessed it to the cart, then moved over to a tree to give it a couple of good solid kicks. He wasn't an Apple and didn't quite have the knack for it, so his blows didn't cleanly blow all the apples on the trees off like one of theirs could, but persistence and practice meant that it only took a few before the last apples tumbled off the trees and into the cart.

Of course, this was Zetta, and appearances were everything -- the moment he caught even the slightest him of someone approaching or even watching him over the fences, his expression turned from general good cheer to a sulky scowl as his head drooped.

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As the day came to a close, and with it the winter work on Sweet Apple Acres, the Overlord at last sought out one of his fellow ponies in the field. By the time he found Applejack, he'd swept up a small bouquet of flowers, which he wasted no time in offering up to her on the wings of magic.

"Hey. Could I have the honor of your company for a Hearts and Hooves Day dinner?"

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"Oh -- uh, good idea." He'd forgotten that he hadn't spent a couple years building up his reputation in this Equestria. "I was kinda winging this. Didn't know when you'd be done."

Or rather, if he'd have to go forcibly pull her away from work.

"Right then. I'll get on that."

And she did, writing in her usual hasty scrawl--

Afternoon, folks! Do you happen to have a spare table for Overlord Zetta and me? We'll take anything at this point, don't you fuss too much about us. I know it's a little late.

Thank you kindly for your time and consideration.

-Sincerely, Applejack

She sent it with a small giggle. "Think that oughta take care of it. Now...no need to rush there, hm?"

Zetta took the liberty of reading over her shoulder as she wrote, trapped somewhere between a snicker and a big dumb grin. Applejack could be so cute, and before her he would absolutely not have considered that a good thing.

But, well, times change, and so do Overlords. Once the message was on its way, he just leaned into her hard with a grin. If there was no hurry, she wouldn't complain if he pushed her down and kissed her silly, would she?

Oh, of course he had to. Of course. It was impossible not to laugh into it with the way he was grinning, so they looked like a pair of right fools together. And so long as there weren't little foals watching...well, a minute was fine.

After that, though, she wiggled backward. "All right, mister, I think we oughta pace ourselves. Can't eat all the apple fritter before your salad or you'll make yourself sick."

So what if there were little foals watching? They were setting an excellent example! Love fiercely and without reservation, and never be afraid to show it.

"I'm Zetta! I could eat apple fritters all day and all night and still want more!" Her metaphor didn't work on either level (as he had proved in the past!), but Zetta let her squirm free and untangle their legs so they could get back to their hooves, all smiles.

"Y'know, Twilight never told me having a bottomless stomach was part of the alicorn deal," she teased. But if that was true, well...she'd have to keep it in mind for later.

She staggered to her feet, reaching up to tip her hat back into place. "Alright, then, let's get moving!"

And so she did, shuffling beside him at a pleasant pace. No need to go straining herself before a good meal.

...considering what the innuendo was, Zetta had a moment's pause as he contemplated Twilight Sparkle with a 'bottomless stomach'. That was quite a mental image.

But he shook it off quickly enough, falling into step beside her. Oh yeah, he definitely wasn't in a hurry -- honestly, he was more interested in playfully, teasingly bumping his shoulder and flank against hers as they walked.

Applejack merely continued to snicker quietly as she walked. It wasn't really so funny, was it? Well, it was. A little. Life was always fun with them.

"All right, cowboy, looks like we're here."

She straightened her posture, prepared to present herself in style. Her aunties from the big city might even be proud.

And, as she typically did, she darted to be the first to gently kick the door open.

Less funny, more happy. Bringing a smile to Applejack's face made him happy, too.

Tossing his head back so his mane flamed out in a flash behind him, Zetta waltzed straight through the door, radiating smug confidence every step of the way. He got in no further than a step, though, before he stopped to wait for his partner. Half courtesy to her -- half an insistence that everyone here see her on his metaphorical arm.

Applejack moseyed in under his arm, sauntering up to bat her eyelashes at the host stand.

"Thank you kindly for waiting, sugarcubes. One for Overlord Zetta and Applejack, please?"

And despite her gleeful tone...she was sincere about it, as usual.

Watching her come up like that... He wasn't just carrying her off, but he sure was thinking about it. Far more than simply inspiring physical desire, she had her hooks in him on every level imaginable.

The host, having received that message she'd sent and chalked it all up to this very weird alicorn's attitudes and habits, simply nodded his head and led them off to a comfy table for two.

And comfy it was. Applejack found a suitable place to hang her hat, spread herself out, and flashed a grin across the table at him.

"So...lemme guess, good cider and sharing plates, right?"

Somehow they always found ways to continue to flirt during dinner. She was already starting, snapping up the napkin and draping it across him with a flourish.

Zetta flirted near-constantly for a lot of reasons. To remind her she was his... and he was hers. To remind everybody around of those things as well. To celebrate, really.

Zetta cocked a foreleg on the table, leaning in so she could work. "Sounds like a plan to me. Heck, anything else would be disappointing."

Harvest Moon?

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