(MLO) Applecest, Last updated on 2/11/14

>Her sun-kissed coat dazzled you as she moved dexterously from tree to tree.

>The powerful thighs she stood upon kicked with precision and poise.

>You watched as she perpetuated her ritual, first she would relax her back, invisible muscles ripple under the taut flesh.

>She had the force of a battering ram in those legs, but always with exact force, she would expertly pick each tree clean.

>Red, yellow, green, they all fell neatly, perfectly.

>With perfect syncopation, she developed a rhythm, moving from tree to tree as if dancing.

>Each buck of her athletic legs caused her frame to shake, you would watch as her flanks bounced against the force of her blows.

>The mare before you glistened with sweat, her mane draped across her forehead in slick lines.

"Whelp, Ah'm about tuckered." She exhaled, a basket of her labor decorated her back, "Whatcha say, 'Non? You ready to call it a day?"

>Her voice was silky and somehow husky, the rich range of her southern drawl flittered and hung in your head.

>Emerald orbs trained on you, like the brightest gemstones, they too dazzled you.

S-sure thing, mah.

>Her cheeks turned up at that, her eyes eclipsed as she beamed at you.

"How's some pie sound when we get back?" She flashed her brilliant eyes upon you again, "I reckon we've gathered 'nough fer a little treat."

>She spun on her hooves, the small impacts of her feet on the ground patted in tandem with your heart.

>Your mother was the mare before you, her name was Applejack, and, well, you weren't sure how you felt about her.

>Applejack and your family's apple growing business had been very successful in the past few years, so much so that Applejack had to expand her farm.

>The farm was simply too big for the family to all stay in one place, Big Mac, Applebloom, and Granny Smith all relocated to help assist with the massive undertaking.

>Your father met Applejack shortly after, mom fell head over heels, but the guy was a jerk.

>He dumped you on Applejack and never looked back.

>Now, it was just you and your mom working the fields.

>You had always resented your father for putting a burden on Applejack, he came in and turned her life on its head.

"'Non?" The light voice twangs, she stopped in mid-stride, her deep green eyes gleam at you from just behind her shoulder blade.

>A small breeze jostles her long ponytail, individual strands glimmer against the sun's rays like gold silk as they sway and fall with the winds heavy breaths.

S-sorry mah, was miles away.

>You manage to choke out in your captivation.

>A small grin spreads across her freckled cheeks, her eyebrows raise.

"You thinkin' bout that pie, huh?" Her smile is a vision of beauty, "Well you'll never get any if you keep your pace, c'mon, let's go!"

>You marveled at your mother's ability to maintain such happiness, she had effectively been separated from her family by her family.

>The living arrangements for your uncle, aunt, and grandma had once been the same as your mother's.

>The Apple Family, they worked together on this very acre you worked on, you had wished you could have seen them all together.

>Thankfully, Apple Family Reunions happen every so often.

>Perhaps the conditions that split your mother and her immediate family apart weren't so unique, droves of kin always showed up and sometimes you would swear that you had never seen those folk in your whole life.

>Every Apple seemed to have a farm of their own though, it made you wonder why you had never seen a single gold piece.