"Hmm... Oh! Maybe we can aerial loop- no, Spits said she wanted a clear spot on the ground." He looked around, trying to spot an opening in the maze of trees. "If only Rapidfire was here, he could help..." The Wonderbolt sighed, shaking his head, the sun beaming down on the small deserted town and as well as himself. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead. He tried to ignore it as he continued to look for spots for the show
It had taken him a few days to get to Appleossa from Canterlot; Spitfire had demanded that he go "investigate the town for some good trick spots." The town itself was surrounded by apple trees and what space he could find, was owned by the buffalos... and he doubted they'd take too kindly to them. Hate to break it to you Spits, but I'm not seeing anything. I think we have a better chance of doing the rainboom. Stupid desert town, stupid apple trees, stup-
"Wait..." He said as his eyes grew and he stopped in midair. A grin slowly creeped onto his face as he quickly landed and looked up as his newly discovered treasure. "Its like I've died and gone to pony heaven!" He exclaimed, a huge grin on his face as he dove into the trees on the hunt.
He spotted one of the biggest apples he had ever seen and dived for it. Soarin stared at it for a moment before taking a big bite, a bit of juice trailing out of the corner of his mouth. He paused as he seemed to drift into his own little world. He didn't notice his hooves flailing around, grabbing hooffuls of apples and continued to munch away on the apples, taking deep bites into the delicious and sweet apples, biting straight to the core as debris went in every direction, making a total mess. “
Oh sweet Celestia, these apples are bucking delicious!” He exclaimed, in a voice only describable as a fanboy squeal as he grabbed another and shoved it in his mouth.
Suddenly somepony cleared their throat, causing Soarin to look around for the source but found nothing. "Hay, who in the hay are ya? Git down here!" The voice yelled.
Looking down he saw a yellow pony who had a girly like hair, emerald eyes just like him, and a worn out vest on him. .Soarin stopped in mid bite and flapped his wings, landing awkwardly next to him. He tried to hide the apple cores as they sprinkled out of the tree, Soarin gulping as the cowpony’s gaze turned slightly cold.
"What'are yer doin'?" Braeburn exclaimed as he caught Soarin red-hoofed, waiting for his response as he crossed his hooves.
Everypony knew that Soarin was a horrible liar, no denying that he was, getting that from his fathers side.Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead and he quickly wiped a wing across his face. "U-uh... I… I can explain!"
Braeburn nodded his head. "Go ah'n..." He fixed his hat, waiting for the pony’s response.
"I'm telling you, let me just expla- wait, what?!" He blinked, taken off guard. "You mean you actually wanna h-hear..?" Once again Braeburn nodded his head, lightly tapping his hoof on the dirt , motioning for him to hurry up. "W-well, I...I.. I.." Soarin’s mind just blanked out, he couldn't come up with anything, his ears resting flat on his head. "I got nothing."
Braeburn sighed and shook his head. "Yer in BIG trouble. Yer coming with me, if ya'll don't then ya gonna get charged fer property damage. Goin' inta the slammer.”
"Horseapples..."
"That's what got ya inta trouble in the first place." Braeburn said as he led him into town.
As Soarin walked with Braeburn, he tried to persuade him, not wanting to go to prison. “Come on! Isn’t there something I can do?!” Panic slowly building in him. “I know! I’ll pay off the apples! yeah! how does that sound!” He smiled nervously, hoping he would take his bits.
Braeburn thought for a bit then shook his head, raising his hoof and shaking it. “Ah’s much as ah appreciate it, ah’ can’t.”
Soarin’s jaw dropped as he was denied, making him stop dead in his tracks, the panic gnawing at his chest. He rushed toward his side, going the same pace as he was. “W-what do you mean you can’t!”
Braeburn rolled his eyes and sighed at his idioticness. “‘Round here, we work for are bits, not pay ‘em if we did s’thing wrong.” He stopped in his tracks and looked toward Soarin.
“You know what, ah know a way you can pay off this.” Braeburn exclaimed, with a small smug look on his face. The cowpony kept walking.
Soarin perked up almost instantly and rushed toward him. “What?! what is it?! I’ll do anything!” He insisted, trying to get the earth pony to talk.
Braeburn started to smirk at Soarin.
Feeling uncomfortable, Soarin started to shift a bit, fiddling his hooves. “W-why are you looking at me like that?”
“Ya can pay me back by bucking ‘em apples that you love so gosh dang much. Ah’ll pay ya two bits per hour and a get a room in the hotel ta live in. Ya start tomorrow.” Braeburn smiled happily as he walked away from the stunned pegasus, whistling a small tune in his head.
Soarin stood there for a couple of minutes before he managed to get out of his daze, sighing deeply as he started to find directions to the hotel.All he could hear was Spitfire’s rant, knowing it wasn’t going to be pretty. “Spits is gonna kill me...”