Applejack choked on her rice, coughing through her words. “What?”
Next to her at the long, rectangular dining table, Apple Fritter laughed and slapped Applejack on the back. “All I said was that Strawberry’s a good racer, cuz!”
“What,” Applejack repeated, her voice flat as a board.
Apple Fritter rolled her eyes and stuffed a forkful of food into her mouth, so Apple Bloom took over for her from across the table. “She’s right, Applejack,” she pointed out with a smile. A big, pink bow replaced the hat she wore at the competition. “Like it or not, Strawberry’s really good competition. Don’t get too... uh…”
“Cocky,” Big Mac drawled out, offering the word that Apple Bloom seemed to have forgotten.
“Right,” Apple Bloom exclaimed with a smirk. “Cocky.”
Snorting at her younger sister’s immaturity, Applejack shook her head. “I ain’t cocky, y’all. I just really don’t like that girl,” she pointed out, although it wasn’t much of a secret. “I dunno. Somethin’ about her just rubs me the wrong way.”
Apple Bloom glanced at Apple Fritter. They wiggled their eyebrows at each other, causing Applejack to roll her eyes and turn to Big Mac. "Can you believe 'em?"
Big Mac chuckled as he chewed his food. "Eeyup."
"Now now, young'uns," Granny Smith interrupted. "Stop gabbin' and eat yer food! It's gonna go cold."
Applejack pursed her lips, shooting a hard look at her relatives, and continued to stuff food in her mouth.
The dinner conversation turned from teasing to casual talk about the day’s events and how well everyone did. Apple Bloom, especially, was more than eager to tell the table exactly how her events went, even if she only placed for one of them. Applejack decided that she and her sister would need to practice more and placed that thought in the back of her head for future reference.
Much to Applejack’s delight, nobody even brought up Strawberry Sunrise for the entire rest of dinner, although she could tell that they wanted to say her name whenever they mentioned how well Applejack did.
Of course, she could have been better, especially if she wanted to go pro.
Once everyone finished eating, Applejack stood up, gesturing for Granny Smith to stay seated. Dessert was Applejack’s favourite part of the meal, after all, and she wanted to be the one to serve it that time. The blonde made her way to the kitchen, feeling full, but knowing that she could make space for one last meal once she saw what was for dessert.
It was Granny Smith’s apple pie; Applejack’s favourite. It must have been made fresh since it was still warm and steaming. The sweet fragrance of the candied apples and the delicious aroma of the pie crust threatened to make Applejack salivate, but she managed to keep it all inside. With a delighted smile, Applejack took the pie to the counter next to the fridge and grabbed some plates from the cabinet.
Cutting the pie into pieces for everyone, Applejack dolloped some ice cream from the freezer onto the plates. It was the perfect dessert for everyone, and that was a fact. Especially when it was all homemade. Although they weren’t produce farmers like the rest of their family, Applejack’s family still had some crops that they grew for themselves. This included a few apple trees, so Granny’s pies were always extra delicious. Especially when paired with the ice cream that Apple Bloom had gotten so good at making.
Satisfied with the plating, Applejack used what she had learned from her old waiter job to bring all the plates to the table, balancing them all precariously—but expertly—on her forearms. “For dessert, we got Granny’s pie,” she announced with a grin as she entered the room.
Everyone, especially Apple Bloom, cheered. They all knew how good Granny’s home recipe pie was, and even though it was a recipe passed down the family for generations, nobody made it quite like she did. Applejack placed the last plate in her spot and sat down, licking her lips. The ice cream was already melting thanks to the heat of the pie, but it only served to make it look even better.
“Well, dig in, y’all,” Applejack said with a smirk once she noticed everyone had just been staring at her.
“Don’t have to tell me twice!” Apple Bloom all but yelled before stuffing her mouth with the delicious pie.
Applejack chuckled and dug into her own slice. She made sure to get the first scoop with both pie and ice cream. It was just as good as she had expected it to be; the pie’s warm, fruity taste clashed expertly with the ice cream’s sweetness.
“So,” Applejack started as she swallowed more pie, “Fritter, you said that they were doin’ repairs on your stable?”
Apple Fritter, who was still swallowing her mouthful of food, nodded wordlessly.
“What kinda repairs are y’all havin’ done?” Applejack inquired.
After a hard swallow, Apple Fritter turned to Applejack. “Well, ya see, cuz, the roof on the stable started to fall apart. Had some leakage into one-a the horse’s stall n’ it was makin’ her food all wet n’ mouldy,” she explained. She smacked her lips as she looked off at something in the ceiling. “Turns out, it was a problem with the shingles or somethin’. I dunno much about all that sorta thing, though. Just guessin’, but we can’t have any of the horses there, which is why I brought Dory here.”
Applejack nodded, feeling kind of bad that was happening. “Well, shucks, Fritter. Ya shoulda told me! I can fix a roof faster ‘n a chicken can run from a fox.” Applejack gave her cousin a playful punch on the arm. “Say, if Dory’s here, where are your other horses?”
Apple Fritter frowned. “Well, to be honest, cuz, we’re leasin’ em out.”
Applejack’s jaw dropped, her eyes gazing around the table to see similar reactions from the rest f her family. “What? Why?”
“We just don’t have the money to get the entire roof fixed, cuz,” Apple Fritter revealed with a shrug. “Business hasn’t been too good on the farm, ya know. Not many families wanna come visit the farm anymore, and our sellin’ hasn’t been bringin’ in as much as we had hoped.” She sighed, running a hand through her green-dyed hair. For the first time in a while, Applejack noticed that her brown roots were showing. “We’ve always been scrapin’ the bottom of the barrel to get by, cuz, but now with this whole roof business… well…”
The table was overtaken by an uncomfortable silence. Apple Bloom looked at Applejack with uncertainty, and it was all Applejack could do to try to remain neutral, although the worry inside bubbled. Big Mac gazed at Applejack wordlessly, then the two shared a look with Granny who gave a slight nod.
Applejack grimaced and placed her hand on Apple Fritter’s shoulder. “How much is the bill? Macky an’ I’ve got a lot of prize money stocked up over the years. Nothin’ better to use it for than to help family.”
Eyes widened in shock, Apple Fritter looked up and directly at Applejack. She shook her head furiously. “No, no, no, cuz. I don’t want y’all to put yerselves out there for us! Don’t worry about it.”
“We insist, Apple Fritter,” Big Mac spoke, his deep voice as soft and gentle as always. “It’s what family does.”
Apple Bloom nodded. “Yeah! Like when cousin Candy lent us that money when Winona got sick. We couldn’t-a paid her vet bills without that side of the family.”
“Yeah,” Applejack agreed, feeling the dog perk up under her feet at the sound of her name. “And all they said to us was to repay the favour to family whenever someone needs it. So Fritter, we’re just tryna repay our debt to cousin Candy, ya understand?”
Apple Fritter pursed her lips. She was holding back tears, Applejack could tell, so she rubbed her hand on her shoulder. “Yeah, I get it, cuz. Means an awful lot to me, really. The repairmen are askin’ for somethin’ like five grand on account of the size of damage n’ cost of materials.” She sighed, toying with her pie. “Apparently, we also need to call a pest guy. Lookin’ like we got termites causin’ that trouble, though that shouldn’t be more than a thousand…”
Though it was a lot of money, it was definitely more than Applejack and Big Mac had to spend. With a wave of her hand, Applejack scoffed. “Consider it paid, Fritter.” She gave her cousin a confident smile. “Now, just worry ‘bout gettin’ y’all’s horses back, alright? I’ll give y’all a cheque later.”
Through a grateful smile, Apple Fritter nodded. “Thanks a lot, cuz. What can I do to repay ya?”
“Just make sure to keep practicin’ with Dory, alright?” Applejack asked with a grin. She stuck her fork, grabbing a chunk of pie and a scoop of ice cream, then put it in her mouth. “If we ever need anythin’, then you can help us with that.”
Eager to have a theoretical way to pay back her cousins, Apple Fritter nodded. Applejack smiled as the mood at the table lifted. Hopefully, Fritter working with Dory would be payment enough.
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“No!” Apple Bloom groaned and banged her head against the table.
Apple Fritter laughed as she dropped her green piece on top of Apple Bloom’s yellow one. “Yes!” she cheered as she victoriously sent Apple Bloom’s back to the confinement of the yellow starting zone. “I sure ain’t sorry, cuz!”
Apple Bloom pouted. “Aw man, an’ I was just gettin’ close to gettin’ another piece home…”
Picking up the dice, Applejack laughed. “Now, Bloom, you can still get ‘er back. Don’t give up.”
“Wow, AJ,” Apple Fritter exclaimed with mock offence. “Thought you were on my side, cuz.”
“Naw,” Applejack disagreed with a cheeky grin. “Sisters before anythin’ else, y’know?” After a swift shake of her cupped hands, Applejack released the dice onto the table. One showed five dots and the other three. It wouldn’t be enough to get her past the danger of Big Mac’s red space, but she hoped it’d do.
Big Mac picked up the dice next, rumbling them in his big hands. “Don’t worry, Fritter, I’ll get her for you.” He rolled the dice. A three and a one. Applejack held her breath as Big Mac’s piece fell right behind hers. Too close for comfort.
“What the hell, Mac?” Applejack snapped, turning to slap her brother on the chest. “I ain’t do nothin’ to her!”
Apple Fritter giggled as Big Mac bore the brunt of Applejack’s half-effort attack. He rolled his eyes and punched her in the shoulder as revenge, causing Applejack to huff and punch him even harder. “Relax, Applejack,” he drawled out. “I didn’t even get you.”
With a snort, Applejack gave him another punch and turned to Apple Bloom. She snatched the dice from the table and handed them to her younger sister. “Apple Bloom, I want you to kick his ass so hard he tastes it tomorrow, okay?”
“Applejack,” Big Mac warned as Apple Fritter did her best to hold in laughter. “Don’t swear around her.”
“Come on, Macky,” Applejack grunted, “I guarantee you the other girls at her events say the same thing.”
Though Big Mac gave Applejack a hard glare, Apple Bloom nodded. “It’s true!”
“Well, Granny ain’t gonna like it if she hears ya talkin’ like that around Bloom,” Big Mac warned.
Apple Bloom threw the dice at her brother, watching them bounce off of him and onto the table. She rolled double sixes. “Woo-hoo! Get to get one back out!” she cheered as she moved one of her pieces back onto the gameboard. “And don’t worry, Mac, Granny won’t hear. She’s sleepin’.”
“Well, if she’s anythin’ like my mom,” Apple Fritter interjected as she grabbed the dice, “she can hear everythin’ no matter what, cuz.”
“Bat hearin’,” Apple Bloom whispered ominously.
Applejack rolled her eyes, clearly unamused. “That’s just silly, y’all. Besides, Mac, I’m nineteen. I think I can say ‘ass’ here an’ there, even if my baby sister’s around.”
Dice clattered as Apple Bloom scoffed. “I ain’t a baby! I’m fourteen!”
“Baby,” Apple Fritter agreed as she moved two of her pieces.
Big Mac sighed. “Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn ya when Granny yells at ya for that sailor’s mouth of yers.”
Applejack shrugged and scratched her nose with a particular finger, glaring right at Big Mac, who merely shook his head.
“I’m about to win,” Apple Fritter jeered in a sing-songy voice. “Told ya I’m the best at this game, cuz.”
“About time,” Apple Bloom yawned. “I’m tired! We’ve been playin’ for, like, almost two hours.”
Holding back a comment about how only babies got tired at nine, Applejack merely agreed, feeling exhausted herself. “I reckon you’re right. I don’t even care if Fritter wins, I just wanna get this over with.”
“You got a ride home?” Big Mac asked Apple Fritter, who looked up from the game board.
“Oh, uh, guess I forgot,” she admitted. “I can call a cab.”
“Naw, I’ll drive ya,” Big Mac offered. “Don’t want you in a cab for that long. Mighty expensive, remember?”
Applejack shook her head. “Macky, you’ve got stable duty tomorrow. You should get rest. How about I drive her? I’ve been lookin’ forward to gettin’ some time on my truck.”
Apple Bloom pushed past Applejack, practically climbing over her sister. “Orrrr,” she interrupted as she sat next to Fritter, “Apple Fritter can sleep over!”
That was a good idea, Applejack had to admit. It wouldn’t exactly be an issue; there was plenty of space. Applejack could sleep on the couch and let her cousin take her bed. Plus, there was always more than enough food for an extra person, and Granny definitely wouldn’t mind having family stay over. She put a finger on her chin, then nodded. “Y’know what, that sounds like a solid plan, Bloom! If Fritter’s alright with it, course.”
“Well, I’ll be alright with it,” Apple Fritter agreed. “I just gotta let my parents know, but they won’t mind! Although, I don’t have any pajamas or anythin’, sorry.”
“Nothin’ doin’,” Applejack dismissed with a wave of her hand. “You can wear some of mine. They’ll be a bit big for you, but they’re better than’ sleepin’ in jeans an’ a button-up. An’ we got extra toothbrushes, so ya don’ gotta worry ‘bout that, neither.”
Ready for bed, they decided to just give Apple Fritter the win since she was so close to winning anyway, and packed the game up. Big Mac went to go check on the horses one last time, and Apple Bloom ran upstairs to brush her teeth while Applejack and Apple Fritter stayed in the living room to help set up the pull-out bed.
Applejack cleared the space in front of the couch, brushing her blonde bangs out of her face. “You can use my phone to call your parents once we’re done with this.”
Apple Fritter nodded. “Sure thing. Thanks, cuz.”
Applejack hummed in response as they unfolded the couch. She patted it with her hands. It wasn’t as soft as her bed, of course, but it’d do.
“Hey, cuz?”
“Yeah, what is it, Fritter?”
“I know ya don’t like to… talk about it but I gotta ask…” Apple Fritter sat down on the other side of the squeaky sofa-bed and looked back at Applejack. “Why do ya hate Strawberry so much? She can actually be nice.”
Applejack grimaced and sat down. The bed squeaked in protest. “Look, Fritter, I just… don’t like ‘er. Never have,” she admitted. “You think she’s nice? Funny, ‘cause all she’s been is rude to me. ‘Specially after my parents died.”
The words came out bluntly. There were no emotions tied into them, and instead were just spoken matter-of-factly. Applejack had practiced speaking like that before, and it came easily to her.
Apple Fritter frowned. “Well… maybe…”
“Nothin’, Fritter,” Applejack interrupted. “She tries to pretend like she’s just teasin’, but I know better. She’s always been the same, ‘cept now she hides it with that stupid smile an’ that fake confidence.”
“Alright. If you say so, cuz,” Apple Fritter sighed. “Just wish you’d see what I see.”
Applejack didn’t respond, so Apple Fritter eventually shook her head and stood up, making her way upstairs. With crossed arms, Applejack shook away her thoughts. People didn’t change like that. Apple Fritter had to be wrong. Applejack’d rather lose her legs than imagine Strawberry actually being nice.
Apple fritter.
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Apple Fritter. Is so good.
I really like the way you've drawn Apple Fritter into the family a little more. As much as the Apple family is presented as this unimaginably large (yet close-knit) unit, the show rarely brings in other Apples, even as one-offs. I love seeing the other Apples brought into these sorts of things and given a bit more of the spotlight :) it makes everything feel even more lively and warm. I also really enjoy the board game sequence. It's just a great device, and again one that not many authors leverage effectively. I can just feel the coziness and the fun in this chapter.
I'm REALLY dying to know where this rivalry is headed. My brain says this is a sports story, and therefore the defeat of the rival will be the ultimate climax... However, my heart says those are some lesbians right there <3 uhu ladies and gaydies let's get queer in here
Either way, I know it's gonna be super fun!! Yay!!! :D
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The board game sequence was one of, if not my favourite thing I've written so far :)
And as for Fritter, you can definitely thank Red for that one. I wanted a character to show up in one scene but I had so much fun writing her I decided to keep her in cause damn it, the Apples deserve better.
As for where the story is headed? Well... hah. I'm definitely excited for that. I can't wait to get to it cause there's something I've been planning for a while and i think it'll be something that will have a bit of everything >:)
Your comments have literally boosted my serotonin, thanks!
Your writing is always something I can't stop reading more of once I start, these two chapters just flew by on account of how fun and real they felt! It's really addictive that way! Moreover, it wasn't so much like I was reading the start of a longfic, rather, it was like I was peering into a window of the Apple family in their day-to-day just as the chain reaction of events happened to create the underlying plot of the story began. I love how you describe the little character actions of Applejack, like her doing her routine before the rodeo show because if she didn't it wouldn't go right.
The way she peeked through the planks of wood at Strawberry, the way you describe Applejack's family play Sorry and swear around Applejack. More than that, I want to highlight something that might go unnoticed by other readers. It's often said that actions speak louder than words, and in that sense, the way you wrote Applejack is incredibly strong. Even though she hates Strawberry, she lets her keep her horse at her farm, and I'd imagine care for it. When Apple Fritter speaks about her financial problem, her first thought is to relieve the burden, and then she goes further to provide her with a ride, but then unflinchingly lets her stay in her room when that plan changes. She even lets Fritter use her phone and spare toothbrush. And while you accomplish this beautiful, charming image of family life, you also hit the reader with a blunt, sudden hit about Applejack's dead parents. The bluntness with that implies two things: Applejack is hurting and not being subtle about it, and that she's been carrying this weight while simultaneously managing the long list of duties she has as a farmer, as a rodeo performer, and as a firm, helpful hand to her family. Even though she's got immense weight on her shoulders, she'll also bear the weight of others on her back too. It's wordless, but it's fantastic all the same.
Monumental work, Jay! I can't wait to read this whole thing!
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Ruby…. your comments….. never fail to disappoint….. seriously, you manage to lift my spirits instantly with every passing word. yeah, applejack is real selfless here, and i am glad that it reads that way. theres a lot of stuff to explore and a lot of stuff to touch on again in later chapters and even now as im writing that thought always remains. i take a lot of creative liberties with applejacks character in this story, but at her core, shes still that stubborn, prideful, selfless person she is in canon. or at least, i try to keep her that way. i hope you like fritter, she shows up a whole bunch
phrasing!
auaugh now i am craving some apple pie!
aww, these characters aren't growing their crazy technicolor hair colors naturally? feh!
and Big Mac never turns his back on family!
hahaha i love Apple Fritter! and her always using "cuz" to address the Apples is very fun :>
hehehe so true about granmas!
haha gottem! also, this is the age gap that makes sense given Apple Bloom is either a freshmare or in junior high while Applejack is in high school, but that does make them a lot closer in age than they're supposed to be in Equestria! interesting
ooh a self-burn, that's rare
yeah it is very, very difficult to imagine the Apple Family calling a cab to get one of their cousins home! that's something more for a Rarity to do
augh that is so Strawberry Sunrise!
and that AJ stubbornness is so on-the-nose. argh, i wish i had your eye for these characters! i did not grow up surrounded by extended family, but this chapter really immerses me in it, and i felt the warmth of an experience i never had.
and Apple Fritter is so dang fun, love her!
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