It's so cheesy... and nothing seems to please me · 7:03pm Feb 3rd, 2017
“Braeburn!”
Applejack’s voice snapped Twilight from her thoughts and she turned to face the approaching pony that had a wide grin of welcome upon his face. She waved, she liked Braeburn, and she was not at all surprised to see that Braeburn was aging well. He had only become more handsome and distinguished with a few touches of silver in his mane and tail.
“Or should I call you Mayor Braeburn?” Applejack asked as she began to chuckle.
“The ponies of Appleloosa voted, I have no idea what they was a thinking,” Braeburn replied. The middle aged stallion stopped, looked down at Sumac, and gave the colt a nod. “Glad to see you again, Cousin. Mayhap we can has ourselves another adventure, whaddaya say, pardner?”
“How ‘bout no?” Sumac replied, shuddering as he remembered the last time he had Braeburn had ‘gone adventuring.’ The colt adjusted his glasses as a nervous tic tugged on the corner of his mouth. “That mine was filled with giant dung beetles… giant dung beetles... and the product of said dung beetles.”
“Sho’ did have a stank to it.” Braeburn nodded.
“You didn’t fall into the dung storage shaft!” Sumac quivered with revulsion and his ears went erect at the sound of Applejack’s laughter.
“But we did find out who and what was stealing our valuable compost and fertiliser.” Braeburn looked proud and he gave Sumac a nudge with his hoof. “The city of Appleloosa thanks you.”
“The dung storage shaft?” For a moment, it appeared as though Rarity was going to swoon and Spike, the noble, attentive dragon that he was, rushed to her side. Rarity placed her hoof up against her temple, wobbled on her hooves, and then spoke in a low moan, “Oh, I think I need a bath after hearing that.”
“It was in my mouth,” Sumac grumbled.
“I didn’t mind.” Boomer flexed her claws, causing them to tap against the wooden platform.
With a piercing, almost ear rending wail, Rarity fainted dead away, landing on the wooden planks with a heavy thud, and almost crushing Spike, who failed to catch her. Pinned beneath her, Spike huffed and puffed, trying to extricate himself from beneath Rarity’s prone, limp, passed out body.
“Don’t tell Rarity I said this, but I think she’s put on a little weight…”
Soon.
I think an "OH SHIT!" Is appropriate here,
No not cheesy at all, but DAMN is it 'shitey'
Boomer get a fill of dung beetles?
What does Pebble think?? Is he still a 'smelly little colt'?
Poor Sumac how many baths did he has to take after that adventure. maybe something special from Zecora, or Sumac
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Would hope by age 11 he would be over the whole baths are horrible stage. If not that kind of incident would definitely break that idea.
4408647 Sure but that doesnt mean Sumac is going to be happy about multiple baths in the same day. Also imagine his annoyance when the first bath doesn't do any good