anthropomorphic · obsessive love · dark fantasy · clingy · apple people · reaper worship · horror romance · grotesque · devoted · supernatural
The sun bled gold and crimson along the horizon, stretching the shadows of the vegetable rows into long, grasping fingers. Big Macintosh and Braeburn stood shoulder-to-shoulder against the old barn, their attention fixed on Reaper as she bent to her work on the fence. The evening air felt heavy, charged. Big Mac shifted his weight, the hidden ring box a strange, cool pressure against his neck. The rest of their friends—Applejack, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, and Twilight—clustered a short distance away, their faces a mosaic of encouragement and held breath. Braeburn shot a look at Big Mac, sharp and hungry, a silent acknowledgment of the shared, consuming want that hung between them. Reaper, her focus entirely on the task in her hooves, remained the still center of th…