I'd rather buck with their relationship than starve, thanks very much.

     Carefully, you sneak from tree to tree, not wanting to disturb the two. You confirm the smaller creature to be a dog, which explains the large amount of love. Dogs will follow their masters to the ends of the Earth if it means they get a little bit of love in return, so it's only natural that the pair are affectionate to one another.

     "Who's a good girl!? Yes ya are! Yes ya ARE!" the orange pony gleefully rubbed her old friend's neck.

     The dog affectionately whined back as a return of the love. Perfect.

     You're close enough to the point where it's hard for you to BREATHE with all the love in the air. The dog is too preoccupied with its owner to notice with its heightened senses that it is being watched...and that's just how it should be.

     After a moment or two of observation of the two, though, you realize that they won't be here forever. You quickly start to feed before they notice you.

     Your horn glows dimly as the love surrounding you seeps into your soul.

     "Haha, Winona! Win...W...huh? What in...in tarnation?" the orange mare blinks, a faint bit of green forming in her eyes, "Why...do I suddenly really love that bush over there?"

     Winona didn't respond happily...she just stared at her owner with a bemused look on her face.

     The mare scowled, "What? What'd I do now?"

     She pushed her former friend off of her roughly and backed up a bit, never breaking eye contact with the dog.

     Oh boy does that full stomach feel good. Wait, does love even fill your stomach? You know what, nevermind, that's not worth analyzing.

     With a grin, you quickly use your new energy to change into...well, you might as well change into a stallion. Changelings don't have genders, but it's always better to change into the opposite sex. It's usually easier to get love that way, anyway.

     You walk back a bit, not wanting it to look like you were just spying on then, then walk back, acting as if you didn't know the two were there.

     Wading through the foliage is no easy task, but you manage to make it through, smiling as the two look in your direction, "Hey! Good morning! My name's...uh..."

     Er...name? Cutie mark. What's your cutie mark...a sombrero? What's that supposed to mean!?

     "...uh...um, George Lopez. My name's George Lopez" you nod, renewing your smile and adding a little bit of a Sponish accent.

     The orange mare blinked, "Huh? Oh, uh, mornin'...my name's Applejack, Stranger"

     "Um...where are we right now?" you rub the back of your neck, trying to maintain an innocent look on your face.

     "Well," she raised an eyebrow, "right now you're on private property..."

     Your eyes widen in fake surprise, "Oh, I'm so sorry, I just got lost in the woods and I heard voices, and, well, here I am!"

     "City's over yonder," she pointed behind you neutrally, "unless ya wanted to come to the farm, of course. We sell fresh-squeezed applejuice everyday"

     You shrug, smiling a little, "Sure, that'd be fine!"

     She nods, then motions for you to follow her. You could have gone to the city, but it may be best to establish a few connections first. Besides, what's in the city right now that won't be there in a few hours?

     "I hope you'll excuse my dog," Applejack glares at the ground in front of her bitterly, "she ain't very bright..."

     Growling next to you make your spine tingle with instinctive fear for a split second before you figure out what exactly is growling.

     Applejack ignores it and continues, "Kinda worthless too, if ya ask me...not even sure why I keep the mutt around nowadays, to be completely honest..."

     Despite her words...she wasn't being honest. The front of her mind didn't care, but something...something in the back of her mind was screaming shrilly and desperately in opposition...but she couldn't hear it.

     The growling intensifies and the culprit trots forward a bit, walking side-by-side with the orange mare. She remains ignored.

     "Heh, maybe if I stop givin' her food she'll just go away...obvious she ain't wanted 'round here" the orange mare sneered, clearly aware of her former best friend's raw anger.

Apple family's farm, a few slightly entertaining minutes later...

     "Whelp, here we are!" Applejack grinned, now much happier than before due to the provoked canine beside her.

     Applejack tips her hat to you and turns to her dog, "'Scuse me a moment...WINONA! I don't wanna see y'all around when this customer's about...could be bad for business"

     The dog scurries off, contemplating running away...no...no, something is holding her back. You can sense it.

     The farm mare nods happily to you, "Right! Now, what're ya lookin' to buy? We've got lots of Apple family products just waitin' to appease yer appetite!"

     You stroke your chin, pretending as if you're deep in thought. Normal pony food has no nutritional value for you, so coming here wasn't really all that helpful, but you don't want to be rude.

     "Hm...well, actually, I just ate, but-" you start before you hear something.

     "Haha, yer so cute, Winona!" a small, girlish voice rings.

     "Applebloom! Get away from her...she might give ya rabies or somethin'..." Applejack scowls.

    Oh, right...Apple FAMILY. Looks like this place could be more helpful than you thought. Families usually love each other...a LOT.