buckyouup | 014 Bushels ❦ [Action for Mahogany]

[Applejack has been quiet for the last few days. Hardly in the mood to talk, the southerner has been taking advantage of the warmer weather to get in some training. Never wanting to sit still, she takes every opportunity to run or fight or do something, but outside of her pokemon, she insists on being alone. She has to keep herself busy. So she doesn't think. So she isn't reminded.

One year. One whole year. And that's just the time she remembers. That's not counting the time she's been here before. She hasn't seen her family, her home, her orchard, in a year. She knows that time works strange here, that for her, time isn't moving back home, but that doesn't quite translate to her emotions. To her, she's spent a whole year of her life chasing strange animals while her family and her farm is without her. Stuck in some strange land, located who knows how far away from home. If she was never brought here, what would she have experienced at home? Would this year's haul be a good one? Did Apple Bloom get her cutie mark? She didn't want to think about it. She didn't want to think at all.

If you happen to be wandering in a secluded part of town, you may notice Applejack training. She may be running laps, or doing sit-ups, or training her pokemon, but one thing is instantly noticeable: she looks like shit. Her clothes are torn and her body is dirty and covered in scrapes and bruises. She looks like she hasn't slept in days. She doesn't want to. She dreams of home.]

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Sorry, sorry... I'm being as gentle as I can, I swear. This is just... unreal.

[Trying the alternate tactic of smoothing out the very ends of the hair first and working her way in.]

Y'sound like it's some kind a' monster.

Well, Rarity would probably think so. To me it's more like a... a really complex problem.

I thought you liked stuff like that.

Well, yes, but this isn't exactly my forte. Still...

[The edges do seem to be smoothed out now, so she moves up a bit, still steering clear of the main mass of tangles in the hopes that she can kind of loosen that up a bit by fixing the smaller ones.]

Anythin' I can do to help?

[Aside from... not running off into the woods again?]

Just hold still. Which will probably become harder the further I get in here.

[The giant mass is finally starting to unwind, giving her a chance to brush out one of the biggest tangles.]

A-alright. Just be careful up there.

I promise. The last thing I want is a de-maned special somepony.

[Gently, she coaxes the big mess out of its twisted shape and into something more resembling actual hair. The main knot in the center sits untouched, but everything else slowly comes undone, loosening it bit by bit.]

This body's hairless enough as it is, thank you.

It's odd, actually. As much as I don't appreciate the lack of a coat, the idea of a human covered in hair actually seems... rather wrong to me. Like if Spike suddenly started growing it.

Dragons ain't meant t'be hairy. This world only gets stranger, th'more you think 'bout it.

Believe me, I've noticed.

[Annnnd... pulling the last knot free!

Yeah that probably hurts.]

Hgk--

[She squirms, one hand reaching for the back of her head.]

Feels like y'just tried t'unroot my head, Sugarcube.

No, just a large chunk of hair from it.

But look on the bright side... the tangles are gone now.

An' I'm sure I'll appreciate it, once my head stops hurtin'.

[She gives Twilight's hand a playful squeeze.]

Sorry, but it really was necessary.

[She sets the brush aside, and gives her a warm hug... then murmurs:]

You're clean now, so we should probably get out.

Y'sure? I didn't even get t'clean you.

[Ignoring the fact that she barely has the energy to stand.]

I'm not the one who was wandering the woods for several days, now am I?

[Poke to the cheek.]

Besides, you need that food I made you and some decent sleep.

No, but I was in the woods for several days without you.

[She kisses her forehead.]

But... now that y'mention it. That bed sure was cozy, an' I ain't about t'let food go t'waste.

We can be close just as well under the covers as we can in here. If you really want to wash me so badly you can do it when we wake up.

[Off with the water, now.]

Come on, grab a towel.

Yes ma'am.

[She snickers, reaching over and grabbing two towels and offering one to Twilight.]

[After a quick tousle of her hair with the towel, she wraps it around herself and steps out to open the door.]

Don't bother with clothes, we're alone tonight.

Wasn't gonna bother anyway.

[She grins. She appreciates the privacy, though.]

One day, AJ, they are going to actually arrest you for... what do they call it? Public indecency.

[This is a legitimate worry...]

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