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So I'm gonna give my story telling skills a shot for this piece. Bare with me.

AppleJack set down a basket of apples beside dozens of others just like it. She then stood up and wiped her for leg across her sweat soaked brow.

"Whew-ee! It sure is hotter than the underside of a hog's bottom."

"You ain't kiddin' sis," AppleBloom poked her head above the apples with a pencil in her mouth and a clipboard in her hooves. "Thankfully we're close to the quota for the day. Soon as Big Mac gets here we should be done, right?"

"Sounds bout right. He should be coming round the bend any min-"

AppleJack was interrupted by the crunching sound of wooden wheels and creaks of a heavily laden kart coming up the dirt road. Within moments, Big Mac's large red form came into sight with a large apple cart filled to the brim right behind. He stopped just a couple feet from AppleJack and let out a huge, shaky breath. Sweat was dripping down his face and off his body. His body was trembling slightly from a combination of heat and exhaustion.

"You alright there, Big Brother?" AppleJack asked as she pushed a bucket of water in Big Mac's direction. Dropping his head down Big Mac drained the bucket in just a few large swallows then lifted his head back up and gave it a bit of a shake before he answered.

"Uh, eeyup."

"Good, now, how's that count a comin' there AppleBloom?"

AppleBloom had jumped up into the cart nearly as soon as it had stopped moving and started tallying everything up. She hummed to herself, tapping her hoof to her chin then shook her head.

"Sorry sis, looks like we're a couple baskets short"

"Aw, horse feathers," AppleJack cursed softly then sighed, "Alright then, you and Big Mac go ahead and head back to the house to clean up and cool down. I'm sure Granny has just about got supper done. I'll grab the last two from the orchard and meet up with y'all."

Big Mac shrugged off the cart harness and adjusted his yoke before he spoke, "Actually, HardCider is bringing up the last baskets we need for the day. He should be coming up right-"

A figure coming up around the bend caused him to stop talking. Carrying a large basket of apples on each shoulder the figure was tall and walked on two legs. The setting sun was at the back of the minotaur, causing the sweat that soaked his upper torso to gleam. The golden orange light highlighted the hard, defined muscles on his arms and torso. AppleJack stood stunned as she stared at the approaching helper, her mouth was slightly agape.

"Whoa.. Just look at dem mu-"

A sudden clearing of the throat caused AppleJack to jump a bit and she look over at Big Mac. He was giving her a stern look then glanced at AppleBloom and back at her. AppleBloom, who had also been watching the approaching minotaur was now watching her sister.

"Apples!" AppleJack said a little to loudly, "Yup, sure glad to see dem apples! That makes our quota for the day! Thanks a bunch, HardCider."

The purple minotaur smiled as he set down the baskets, then straightened up and wiped his brow.

"Not a problem, ma'am." He glanced over the days harvest and his smile grew. Placing his fists on his hips he took a deep breath causing his chest to puff out. "Well then, I reckon we're all done here for the day?" He looked down at AppleJack, causing her to blush, but it was Big Mac who answered.

"Eeyup."

Just then the chiming sound of a triangle being rang filled the air followed by Granny Smith's call, "Suppa's ready! Come and get it!"

"Alright!" AppleBloom cheered, throwing her pencil and clipboard into the air. "Let's eat!"

The little filly leaped off the cart and made a bee-line for the farm house. The adults all exchanged glances and shared a soft chuckle before heading off the the farm house themselves.

Thanks for reading, I hope it wasn't to bad.

HardCider is an OC I came up with for a shipping with AppleJack. He originally showed up on the farm looking for work in exchange for food, shelter, and apples to make into hard cider. I haven't made an official bio yet, but I hope to make one sometime soon.

Description
So I'm gonna give my story telling skills a shot for this piece. Bare with me.

AppleJack set down a basket of apples beside dozens of others just like it. She then stood up and wiped her for leg across her sweat soaked brow.

"Whew-ee! It sure is hotter than the underside of a hog's bottom."

"You ain't kiddin' sis," AppleBloom poked her head above the apples with a pencil in her mouth and a clipboard in her hooves. "Thankfully we're close to the quota for the day. Soon as Big Mac gets here we should be done, right?"

"Sounds bout right. He should be coming round the bend any min-"

AppleJack was interrupted by the crunching sound of wooden wheels and creaks of a heavily laden kart coming up the dirt road. Within moments, Big Mac's large red form came into sight with a large apple cart filled to the brim right behind. He stopped just a couple feet from AppleJack and let out a huge, shaky breath. Sweat was dripping down his face and off his body. His body was trembling slightly from a combination of heat and exhaustion.

"You alright there, Big Brother?" AppleJack asked as she pushed a bucket of water in Big Mac's direction. Dropping his head down Big Mac drained the bucket in just a few large swallows then lifted his head back up and gave it a bit of a shake before he answered.

"Uh, eeyup."

"Good, now, how's that count a comin' there AppleBloom?"

AppleBloom had jumped up into the cart nearly as soon as it had stopped moving and started tallying everything up. She hummed to herself, tapping her hoof to her chin then shook her head.

"Sorry sis, looks like we're a couple baskets short"

"Aw, horse feathers," AppleJack cursed softly then sighed, "Alright then, you and Big Mac go ahead and head back to the house to clean up and cool down. I'm sure Granny has just about got supper done. I'll grab the last two from the orchard and meet up with y'all."

Big Mac shrugged off the cart harness and adjusted his yoke before he spoke, "Actually, HardCider is bringing up the last baskets we need for the day. He should be coming up right-"

A figure coming up around the bend caused him to stop talking. Carrying a large basket of apples on each shoulder the figure was tall and walked on two legs. The setting sun was at the back of the minotaur, causing the sweat that soaked his upper torso to gleam. The golden orange light highlighted the hard, defined muscles on his arms and torso. AppleJack stood stunned as she stared at the approaching helper, her mouth was slightly agape.

"Whoa.. Just look at dem mu-"

A sudden clearing of the throat caused AppleJack to jump a bit and she look over at Big Mac. He was giving her a stern look then glanced at AppleBloom and back at her. AppleBloom, who had also been watching the approaching minotaur was now watching her sister.

"Apples!" AppleJack said a little to loudly, "Yup, sure glad to see dem apples! That makes our quota for the day! Thanks a bunch, HardCider."

The purple minotaur smiled as he set down the baskets, then straightened up and wiped his brow.

"Not a problem, ma'am." He glanced over the days harvest and his smile grew. Placing his fists on his hips he took a deep breath causing his chest to puff out. "Well then, I reckon we're all done here for the day?" He looked down at AppleJack, causing her to blush, but it was Big Mac who answered.

"Eeyup."

Just then the chiming sound of a triangle being rang filled the air followed by Granny Smith's call, "Suppa's ready! Come and get it!"

"Alright!" AppleBloom cheered, throwing her pencil and clipboard into the air. "Let's eat!"

The little filly leaped off the cart and made a bee-line for the farm house. The adults all exchanged glances and shared a soft chuckle before heading off the the farm house themselves.

Thanks for reading, I hope it wasn't to bad.

HardCider is an OC I came up with for a shipping with AppleJack. He originally showed up on the farm looking for work in exchange for food, shelter, and apples to make into hard cider. I haven't made an official bio yet, but I hope to make one sometime soon.