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// Butterfly 
// Story: Southern Skies 
// by Jondor 
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I should move.  She thought.  This isn’t cool, what if somepony sees?  She continued to stand stock still.  Maybe a little cool, this never happens to me.  Fluttershy, better believe it.  Rarity, once or twice.  Twilight, if she ever takes her head out of a book.  Pinkie, probably does it on purpose.  AJ, I bet so, but she’d never admit it.





Okay, that’s long enough.  Somepony is definitely going to see me.  She still didn’t move a muscle.  This kind of tickles.  Maybe just a bit longer.  I hope nopony sees me.  I’d never live it down.  Her neck was starting to be a bit sore, but she couldn’t bring herself to break the moment.

“Hey there, pardner.”  That sultry southern drawl was unmistakable.

Oh, horseapples.  “Hey there AJ, h.. how are you?”  Her scratchy voice cracked.

“Jus’ fine, enjoyin’ a lovely spring day.  What’re y’all up to?”

“Oh, nothing.”  She felt a breeze rustle her mane and tail, but it didn’t change her situation.

“Nothin’, huh?  How long ya been standin’ there like that?”

“A while.”  Too long, I got caught.

“Y’all look cute.”

“I d.. do not!  The Dash doesn’t do cute!”  Oh Tartarus not the squeaky voice, AJ loves the squeaky voice.  Every fiber of her being was telling her to turn tail and run but still, she remained rooted to the spot.

“Think I’ll jus’ sit a while an’ watch this.”

“Suit yourself.”  AJ, I’m so going to get you for this.





She felt the breeze again, stronger.  This time her situation did change.  Celestia only knew how much time had passed, her neck, legs and back only knew that they were stiff and aching.  She blinked and tilted her head down, stretching her sore muscles before she looked up at the pony watching her from a few paces away.  AJ stood up with a grin as wide as Pinkie Pie on her best day.

The glare in Dash’s eyes and all animosity melted away as Applejack closed the gap between them and kissed her deeply.  Her wings flared like they always did at such times and her knees buckled beneath her.

“I won’t tell a soul, Dashie.  But y’all did look cute with a butterfly on yer nose.”