Flash Of A Reflection

by Moproblems Moharmoney

Made For Walking

"Ah don't get the fuss myself," Applejack said, a muted shrug directed to her hysterical friend.

"You wouldn't!" Rarity hissed, managing to keep her voice under the barest semblance of control as she filled up a third stylish-yet-demure woven bag.

Ignoring the thinly veiled insult, Applejack yawned. She'd seen plenty of odd things in her days, and while this wouldn't rank anywhere near the top, it certainly made the list. That was merit worthy in itself.

"You've more shoes than a mare has any right to need, I reckon," the farmer observed dryly, another conga line of bizarre shapes and hues ambling out of her friend's closet. Even during her youth in the big city, she'd be hard taxed to match this indulgence.

"Well… I require samples. Yes, samples. Compare and contrast, darling. One must stay on top to improve."

Honestly, all this fuss over pig leather boots, really!

Author's Note:

Prompt - "They're Revolting!"

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