Apple Branches: Cloudy Nights

Big Macintosh scrubbed at his face. “All right, first things first. Ah’ll check on Brae, then see if Soarin’ shows up. It’s dark out, so Luna only knows if Dash can find ‘im.”

Apple Branches: Spreading Branches

He’s runnin’ late, Big Macintosh thought to himself as he idly drummed a hoof on the restaurant’s table.

Not that he was surprised. Despite how much the poor pony tried, something was bound to go wrong for Caramel. It was just how things seemed to work around the tan stallion, and by now both he and Macintosh had simply come to accept it.

Apple Branches: Powder Blue Wings

“He did what?!” boggled Rainbow Dash, her jaw dropping in sheer shock.

“I told ya, he went and dragged m’ brother off to his house in front o’ everypony in town!”

The rainbow-maned pegasus blinked a few times, trying to imagine the scene - shy, flighty Caramel, stamping up to a stallion who was a few hands higher and - she broke off, blushing. “I... wow. That is totally, uh...”

Apple Branches: Sweetened Apples

It was a wonderful day; the birds were shining, the sun was singing...

Er... whoops. Got that backwards. Caramel chuckled as he made his way past slush and mud-covered roads, then resumed grinning ear-to-ear and whistling a happy tune... terribly off-key. His horrible luck clearly extended to how well he learned the musical arts.

Apple Branches: Winter Apples

Big Macintosh stared out over the snow-covered fields, his teeth working over the hay stem held between his lips. It wasn’t the best of habits, and it had led to several shouting matches between himself and Granny Smith when he’d first picked it up...

All right. Maybe it had mostly been Granny shouting at him while he looked for someplace to hide.

Apple Branches: Bitter Apple

The oldest two Apple siblings waited beside the Ponyville train station for their cousin Braeburn’s train to arrive. The entire building and route was new; with Celestia’s sudden glut of visits thanks to her protégé’s new home had come a swelling of tourists eager to discover what in Ponyville interested the Princess so much.

Apple Branches: Cooking Apples

Knock knock knock.

“I’m on m’ way,” Applejack called as she looked at the mess of the kitchen. Pie plates, corn husks, and small stacks of hay only made up the least of it. Sighing, she turned her back on the shambled state of the room and made her way to the door.

All this, an’ Big Macintosh’s sick. Today, of all days!

Apple Branches: Desert Apple

Big Macintosh looked up at his sister from his breakfast. “Ah’m not sure Ah’m hearin’ you right,” he began around his mouthful. Swallowing, he picked up the thread of conversation. “Y’ want me t’ go t’ Appleloosa?”

Applejack’s smile was a bit forced around the edges. “I do!”

Apple Branches: Caramel Covered Apple

The third part to the Apple Branches story. Caramel's had his heart broken, and it's time for the aftermath of it all.

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Caramel Covered Apple
 

Big Macintosh took his time getting back to Sweet Apple Acres, mostly in an effort to avoid the older of his two sisters.

Apple Branches: Apple Slices

Part two of the Apple Branches series. Mac's given Caramel an answer, but how will it turn out?

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Apple Slices

Big Macintosh leaned against the gate to Sweet Apple Acres, scratching his flank with the posts as he waited.

Apple Branches: Caramel and Apples

This is my 'fic shipping Caramel and Big Macintosh, and eventually other ponies as well. This is only the first of an ongoing series, so check back every once in a while. Maybe something new will be up.

Also, I have no idea how to work this blog, so... there will be fumbles. For example, I have no idea how to do the equvalent of a LiveJournal cut. Yes, I checked the help files. No, it did not seem to help.

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 Caramel and Apples

Caramel closed his eyes and slumped against the nearest tree. Though he’d spent an entire afternoon out on Sweet Apple Acres helping to harvest the crop, there was barely a dent in the small section he’d been told was his responsibility as an apple bucker.