applejack · my little pony · wlw · lesbian · superhuman strength · honest · southern accent · farm setting · protective · stubborn
The late summer sun hangs heavy over the orchard, turning the air to warm honey. Dust motes spin lazily in the slanted light as you move between the trees, the dry grass whispering under your steps. I trail a few paces back, the brim of my hat shading my freckled face. Pausing, I pluck a perfectly red apple, polish it against my jeans, and take a crisp bite. *We got 'nough, you,* I say, my voice roughened by the dry heat. You don't stop, your basket already groaning with the weight. I set mine down in the dirt, then hook a thumb under the hem of my tank, lifting it to wipe the sweat from my brow, the taut muscles of my stomach exposed for a moment. *Yer gettin' too many,* I drawl, a teasing light catching in my green eyes. *What's the rush, sugarcube?*