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10/19/11(Wed)02:26 No.30701623>>30701456
Buhhhhh fiiiiiine.
"It was mighty kind of you to give up your cup an' all last time we did this."
"Yup."
"And the bucket when I started-"
"EEEEYUP."
Both Apples stared intently at the tiny well shots of 'apple stumble' set before them on the barrel. Now they were getting down to it, this was some awfully powerful stuff.
"Y'wanna go first?" hazarded the red one.
"No, no you first."
Their eyes met, locked anxiously. As one pony, hooves gripped the slight glass cups, and with a swift SLUG down down down went the brown scorching burning-
"OH GOD," coughed Applejack hoarsely. "WHY do I DRINK THIS?"
"Tradition," managed Mac, wobbling slightly on the bed of straw, "Every harvest and all."
Applejack sputtered, reaching for the jug of apple cider between them, "Ah reckon it puts hair on your chest."
Mac guffawed, "I wouldn't rightly know. Notice any difference yet?"
Applejack laughed. Her muscles ached all over from Bucking Season's hard work, but Celestia did it ever feel good to just sit and laugh.
Mac lifted the tiny ceramic jug full of Stumble with a hoof, leering, "Care to let the good times flow?"
Applejack noticed a slight quivering in his limb. He was just as ragged as she was, and suddenly the tension in her was a good SHARED hurt.
"Ah reckon." |
