[Sweet Apple Acres] Sisterhood [Steel, Rose] [Closed; PM to join!]

[Rosewind]

Apple Bloom narrowed her gaze into a crystal beaker, her facial features distorted by the blue liquid within. She closed one eye, examining it with studious aplomb. It was the beginning of an early summer afternoon in Sweet Apple Acres. She poked her oversized pink manebow, as she tended to do when thinking especially hard. Her reverie was quickly shattered as the ceiling shook. Actually, more like rumbled. Several hanging lanterns shook from the sudden force. Apple Bloom grimaced. The sound from upstairs may as well been a cow stampede, or perhaps it might have even been an Ursa Major or a few dozen boxes of fireworks going off. Maybe it was all three at once! It was neither of those things, though.

The young filly took a deep breath, shouting to the ceiling: "Hang in there sis, ah'm makin' my extra super special cough syrup right now!" Yes, her big sister, Applejack, had a cold. Or a weeze, or perhaps just a nasty case of hayfever. Being honest-working country earth ponies, hay was a natural way of life, just like beestings, tending to the farm animals, and waking up while stars still twinkled in the sky to buck apples. The Apples were a hard working family, and keeping Ponyville nourished with their fruit was paramount not only to the success of the Family, but that of everyone else in the neighboring area. A sick family member wasn't something they could afford.

Apple Bloom had studied the vaunted and long-standing traditional art of brewing potions with Zecora during her time in Everfree, as well as with Princess Twilight Sparkle herself. However, she tended to let her mind wander when learning the basics. She was more interested in the fun potions, after all: ones to change mane colors, make grapes grow the size of watermelons, or make glow in the dark hoofshoes. In case, you know, you needed to find your way in the dark. The former three potions were infinitely more interesting than mosquito repellent or cough syrup. However, her sister needed the latter, and she combed her young brain to remember the exact recipe.

"Horse chestnuts, check check!" she mumbled to herself, dropping several brown nuts into the brew. Plop, plop, plop! "Celery pollen, uhhhm, a teaspoon 'o honey, 'an a few drops of cider that was aged until nice 'an sour! A crack of pepper, weasel wood bark, an some daisy blossoms gathered at dawn!" She picked up a wooden spoon in her mouth, stirring. She furrowed her face. The potion turned a lovely shade of lavender and thickened up. She strained the mixture into a bottle and eyeballed it again. It looked okay. At least, she thought. The ceiling shook again. No time to think, just administer. She'd made effective potions before. Just ask Cheerilee!

"Alrighty sis, ah'm comin'!" Apple Bloom made her way up the stairs to her big sister's room, her potion tucked beneath her arm. She burst into AJ's room cheerfully, brandishing her bottle. "How're ya holding up? I brought ya a present!"

[SteelEagle]

Another terrible whinny of pain escaped Applejack's wracked and wrecked lungs as she tried to keep it in just a few seconds too long. The thing about the Autumn Hay fever was that if you got it outside of Autumn, it felt ten times worse. Your lungs filled and your body felt like Celestia was sitting on top of you. She felt about ten degrees over well done and as if she was hardly even there, which judging by the way her room looked, she sure as heck was. Blankets were torn off the bed and papers scattered about, Applejack being unable to work the fields translating nicely into Applejack doing her best to do something else. First she had tried and failed to fall asleep and now despite all the terrible pain in her body, she had decided to do some paperwork. The farm had ten thousand documents to look over if it had ten and while her mind was hardly able to focus on any one thing, she figured it was easy enough work. The storm of papers mostly concerned her not finding the right stack the first time, which she accounted for due to the illness.

She should have known better. Autumn Hay Fever was a very particular type of Hay fever that only came around with bales of hay that had been soaked in the wrong conditioning fluid and had been mixed in with eatin' hay. Hay was probably the single most common thing in all of Equestria, acting as both a food, bedding, and building material. Every home had at least one bay of hale, but making sure it could do all of that was tricky. Once you had the hay, you had to use the right mixture to seal it into a task. The different fluids had been created by unicorns a long time in the past but nopony had realized their actual use until just recently. Some fluids were preservative in nature and helped keep the hay from rotting quickly. Others were conditioning and strengthening, keeping it from not only rotting but making the bugs think twice. Still others were primarily used to prevent hay from getting damp. You could mix two of the three for any given task but not all three. Applejack had mistakenly mixed all three with one bale and after a hay sandwich, realized her mistake. The bale was now mulch and so was Applejack.

So she was prevented from working. The worst possible thing that could happen to an ill Apple pony was being told that you couldn't work the fields since you were still infectious. Well, maybe they didn't know Hay fever as well as Applejack did since they didn't work with it as much, but she was only infectious for the first few hours. If she had infected them, it was done. Of course there was a boon to this. While she was wracked with terrible coughing, a fever, and mild cranial cramping, she at least got time to spend with her little sister outside of working or playing. Well, playing would have been better. They knew how to have fun together and they knew how to work together. Applejack knew how to take care of her sick sister and today it seemed Apple Bloom was going to follow the same roadmap of love and togetherness that was the Apple family code.

"Hang in there sis, ah'm makin' my extra super special cough syrup right now!"

Thank Celestia for that! Applejack was a little worried that she would get by without Apple Bloom finally making that cough syrup she was on about all day. Applejack wasn't sure where she got the recipe and was a little hesitant to accept anything she couldn't sniff out, but she couldn't sniff anyway at the moment and what the heck could go wrong anyway? She coughed again and it wasn't long before Apple Bloom broke into her sister's room, full of vinegar and something else.

"How're ya holding up? I brought ya a present!"

Goody. No, seriously. Goody. She loved her sister's presents, even when they were terrible. It was the thought that counts was never more true than when it was your little sister. Applejack smiled and wiped her sweating brow, looking at the bubbling mixture her sister held in her hoof.

“Could be worse, could also not have tha Autumn hay but it is what it is.Ya finally did it! Who gave you this recipe?” she hacked up twice, shaking her head to clear the fuzzies that invaded the edge of her vision, “uggh, yeah. Well, Ah said Ahd give it a taste if ya made it-” she had counted on Abby not making it, which seemed a foolish hope in retrospect, “so hoof it over, 'lil sis Just, ah, don't come 'round tha bed. That bucket is a bit nasty right about now, Heh,” she added lamely at the end, coughing again and sending rivulets of pain down her throat. At this stage, she'd take even her sister's home brew,

[Rosewind]

Apple Bloom grinned awkwardly as she made her way around the bed side. She stepped around stacks of papers, worn horseshoes, and a bandanna. She also spotted Applejack's hat, which she plucked from the floor and hung smartly from the bed post. Her sister expressly warned her not to look in the bucket, so of course she looked in the bucket! The young filly recoiled like an earthworm avoiding a crow's beak. Caring for the infirm was serious work, and quite yucky. She resolved it certainly wouldn't be something she'd want a cutie mark in. Regardless, she approached her ailing big sister. She smoothed over the hoof-sewn apple quilts piled haphazardly across the bed top and slid the lavender potion atop the sheets. "There we go, sis! Uhhm, where did I get the recipe?" She embellished "recipe" with a higher-pitched tone in her voice than usual, which was a surefire give away that she was mentally caught in a pickle.

"Of course ah made it! Zecora taught me, hehe!" She tugged her pink bow, grinning widely as she tended to do when bragging about something. "She's great at teachin' potions! How many times has she helped us Apples out of a jam? Heck, how many times has she helped me out of a jam? Lots, 'an lots, sis! That's what!" Indeed the reclusive Zebra had many times before. Apple Bloom was not a naive filly, but she certainly could use more tutoring when it came to the mystical and mysterious. She had been stuck with her own ailments before, namely Cutie Pox. Then there was that instance she "accidentally" fed her older brother and teacher a love poison...

"Just a drop 'o this, mah big sis, 'an your problems'll melt away like snow at Winter Wrap Up! This here is the finest, most potent and special cough syrup ah know how to make! Ya'll could probably hear Zecora whoopin' an hollerin from her tree about how good this here potion is. So please sis, just drink it 'an feel all better! Big Mac'n I will take care of your chores and things just fine!"

The young filly looked on expectantly. The clock in the corner ticked heavily, which certainly didn't help relieve the miasma in the room. She blinked her large, yellow eyes, sticking out somewhat of a pouty lip. That had to sell it.

"C'mon now, bottoms up!"

[SteelEagle]

Apple Bloom was a good little filly...most of the time. Probably. Maybe. For a good little filly she sure did create a bunch of trouble that tended to blow up in Applejack's face, all too often literally. Still though, she was a good filly. You could tell because she got uncomfortable when she didn't want to reveal the truth. Blah. Did that make any sense? Applejack wasn't sure that made any sense. She wasn't really sure what she thought except she loved her sister and even if she was being a bit of a sneaky squirrel about the specifics at first, she was one of the lights in Applejack's life and if she wanted to try and help you bet your flank Applejack would do what she needed to make Apple Bloom confident she had done well. She took the offered potion and gave it a good look as Apple Bloom continued talking.

She should have guessed it was Zecora. It always was. Applejack was ashamed to admit that even though she liked Zecora and considered her a friend, something about the prospect of Apple Bloom learning all of this weird potion business settled something fierce in Applejack's brain and made her uncomfortable. It wasn't that she distrusted anypony or zebra's intentions, knowing Apple Bloom was as wide eyed and innocent as they came and Zecora eternally helpful. But for all that it made her really uncomfortable. Maybe it was the love poison. Or Apple Bloom giving herself cutie pox. All that mattered was that whenever you mixed that little Apple filly with the prospect of potions there was little else you could do but be worried.

Apple Bloom's sales pitch wasn't bad, though. For all of the trouble that came from certain elements of their relationship Zecora was never anything but an earnest aid to the Apples. It was nothing more than cough syrup. In the worst possible account what could happen, her sniffles getting worse? Zecora wouldn't give a dangerous recipe to Apple Bloom, not with her history and not with Applejack this infirm.

A thick current of anticipation simmering at the surface like an overcooked stew passed between them, Apple Bloom cracking her facade to unleash a pouty lip. She wanted this and she wanted this bad, and Applejack could only hope that it would make her a bit sleepy. A nice nap would go just fine now.

“Alright, but if Ah get turned into a dog or somethin' Ah'm not-” she hacked up a few times, spots in her vision obscuring some of the world for a moment, “-not gonna play with you...fer a while. Probably. Alright, bottoms up!” Applejack muttered-spoke as she uncorked the bottle and down the substance, a thick texture riding alongside the taste of lorialberries. She took a few more deep gulps and the bottle was emptied.

“Wow...that ain't bad at all, short stuff,” Applejack chuckled, then rubbed her throat, “still hurt like a dickens, but that helps a bit. Good job, Apple Bloom.”

[Rosewind]

Apple Bloom did a little hopskip, grinning widely. She was quite pleased with herself. She had not only made the cough syrup from scratch and administered it, her older sister drank it and seemed to enjoy it. She sat on the side of her bed, prodding the empty bottle proudly. She put on a "told you so" sort of tone: "See? There ya go! Ah totally know mah stuff! I betcher any minute my potion brewin' cutie mark is gonna pop up nice and sharp on mah flank!" She patted her olive-toned rear, half-expecting that her destiny really would appear in a moment. That moment never came, however. Maybe it would be a delayed-reaction cutie mark. Surely her destiny would fly up and hit her in the face at some point.

Speaking of faces, Apple Bloom looked over her sister's face, swallowing hard. Amidst her tired, blood shot eyes, bedraggled bed-mane, and somewhat pastier looking coat on account of being sick, something was different. She couldn't quite pin it. It was like walking through a meadow, every flower scent in cacophony, except one flower stood out, its scent stalwart and singular. This was that moment. She tapped her chin, tweaking her pink hair bow in frustration. What was amiss? The clock ticked on. She didn't want her big sister to see she was worried about something, so she played it off: "Yanno sis, you look mighty fine without'cher hat! Ah know ya'll will never stop wearin' it, but if ya ever do..." She swallowed hard, would that work? Probably not. Applejack could spot her thoughts like fruit-bat nibbles on an apple. On the top of the tree. From the ground.

It was then she finally noticed. It all clicked. "Freckles!" She blurted out. Her sister had more of them!

[SteelEagle]

Applejack didn't feel it for a few seconds. The potion tasted just fine, like an apple ripe before cooking. It had this slightly warm aftertaste to it that she felt move oddly about, without rhyme or reason bit very much connected. From her throat to her stomach to her veins, muscles, bone, this odd warmth roiled inside of her. It was hard to describe. It was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, painless yet discomforting. It had morphed initially from the sweetness at first to this somewhat bitter, yet still refreshing, taste that lingered and played on her tongue. It started to worry her when the roiling sensation grew in intensity, as if there was an earthquake inside of her. She inspected herself quickly to see if there was anything obvious going on, but on the outside she looked fine. Huh. Strange. Her sinuses were feeling better, but she knew when something was not on the up and up. You didn't become the Element of Honesty by not being able to sniff out when something askew and full of bull crud, and not just the type you could find at the local rodeo.

Apple Bloom was acting funny too. She was never the best liar, the honesty of the situation playing across her features in the sort of play that she was not fit to star in. She hem and hawed and looked awfully nervous and a bit confused as she behald her sister. It made Applejack especially curious and more and more worried as she wondered what the hay was going on. Apple Bloom spoke and it didn't really make sense why she would say that, or why it would be the cause of her own visual meltdown. Her eyes scanned Applejack's face like she was trying to solve a puzzle the likes of which nopony had ever seen and that freaked Applejack out a bit. And then her sister blurted out something about FRECKLES.

Was that all? Applejack chuckled after a brief pause, looking at her sister with curious eyes.

“Well, if that's all- hey, what's up with mah voice?” Applejack said, her voice trending a bit higher than before. Not dramatically higher, but noticeable. Applejack's ears rose in alarm as her hoof trussed about her throat, feeling it out. Except for that warmth, everything felt fine there. Odd. Very odd. Applejack decided it was time to find out what the hay was going on. She got up off the seat which oddly enough required a drop of an inch or two where it didn't before and she trotted over to her dresser drawer, which seemed a bit higher than usual. Again, not shockingly higher but...noticeable. And worrisome. Was her illness really playing with her head as much as it seemed to be? Applejack shook her head about and then tried to look into the mirror, but had to use her hooves to steady herself.

Yeah, more freckles, three to be exact. How had they got there? What had happened? The only thing....Apple Bloom...!

“Apple Bloom, what tha hay was in that potion?!” Applejack panicked, her voice now signidcantly higher as she felt her bottom hooves leave the ground. She looked down- she was being held up by her two front hooves! What the hay was happening?! WAS SHE SHRINKING?!

[Rosewind]

Apple Bloom blinked serenely. It was a rather quiet moment in the room, except for the bustle of her older sister hopping out of bed. Her potions had gotten her into trouble more than once. Or thrice. Her early work on a plant growth formula was tested on flowers outside Cheerilee's home. They plucked themselves and shuffled into City Hall, demanding water and sunshine or they would cause a mass hayfever. She sat back on her haunches, twiddling a lock of her ruddy red mane innocently. "Nothin' out 'o the ordinary! Nuts, vinegar, celery pollen, pepper, weasel wood bark, honey an daisies! All down home stuff, sis!" Her sister was all about down home. She grinned awkwardly, regarding her sister with a toothy grin. "Okay, so maybe the potion added a freckle'r two! No biggie, right? How are ya feelin? I bet you'll be right as rain by mornin!"

 

The precocious filly hopped from the chair, trotting over to join her sister beside her mirror. She nuzzled into her cheek sweetly. Everything seemed just fine...until she noticed Applejack leaning forward. Apple Bloom looked down, her yellow eyes widening. "Er...uh...uhmmm..."

[SteelEagle]

Applejack had been in more than a few pickles in her life. Almost all of them were situations she could wrap her head around. It wasn't like she was some dumb little mare whose mind was closed off to all the absurdities she encountered. Maybe before she met Twilight she relied a bit more on the stubborn qualities of her own narrow experiences to inform her but by now she was as experienced with the weird things in life as any other pony. But none of that prepared her for what she saw happen to her own body in the mirror. She was shrinking! But..not really. If all she was doing was shrinking then her features would remain the same, just smaller. But this was different. It was...unusual. Her mane was shrinking pretty dang fast and then it seemed to stop as the rest of her kept on changing. Her complexion brightened a bit, her eyes taking a more doey look about them. Her tail seemed to shrink faster than the rest of her, resting on a small, flairy thing.

It was around that time, lost completely in what she was seeing, that she lost her balance. Her hooves had gotten smaller and weaker and they buckled in trying to keep her leaned up. She tumbled backwards and the fall seemed like it took a year or two before she landed with a smack and crack of pony on wood, the thud turning into the spider-like crack of sound that wood makes when stressed so quickly. Her head buzzed for a few seconds and swung around as tiny little birds flew around her eyes. She shook her head free and rolled over to her belly, feeling a bit pudgier than before. She pushed herself up, her mind swimming with all the madness that was going on. What was in that potion? Everything Apple Bloom said seemed simple enough. Heck, she'd made a few 'potions' like that when she younger as part of some dares. Besides not being able to taste anything for a week (well, maybe that had more to do with the hard cider she snuck in) nothing seemed strange.

“Ahpple Bloom...” Applejack began as she finally looked to her sister, nearly snout to snout. Wait, not snout to snout. She was actually just the tiniest bit shorter now than her diminutive little dopple ganger. This change of circumstance stunned Applejack just as much as her voice. It had taken on that deep sinking'A she had as a filly. It had taken a bit of speech therapy to get rid of it. Yeah they all had accents but she had several ticks which had made it hard as a little filly to communicate very well. She generally had to take her time to speak clearer as a filly. And- wait, what was that feeling- it was like being hit in the chest, the air being nearly sucked out of her. Applejack's knees wobbled as she staggered in place, bracing against her dresser as she felt a sudden daftness on her flank. She gazed at her flank- “MAH CUTIE MAHRK IS GAHN!”

[Rosewind]

Apple Bloom's jaw hit the floor. She really had no words at all for what was happening to her sister. She had easily dismissed potion making (outside of the whole love poison incident) as harmless craft -- at least harmless as long as she knew what she was doing! What could she do? Talk to Big Mac or Granny Smith? Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo? Talk to Twilight? Talk to Zecora? Talk to Celestia? She tugged on the sides of her large pink bow, gritting her teeth in frustration. "That can't be right! Ah double checked all tha' cough syrup stuff! I really dunno what to say sis. We've gotta get you some help or somethin'. Maybe I can make an antidote...but uh, if I really mess that one up, what'll happen then?!"

 

Again, Apple Bloom's rock-solid reasoning was coming to the forefront. She was a wise filly, well beyond her age. She could deal with this. Her sister did look kind of cute, since they were apparently the same age now. This felt even better than the time she was reduced in size by poison joke pollen. "There's a big chance it could just wear off! Ah think we should wait before hitting the panic button." She nodded sagely, poking her sister's blank flank. "So uh, have ya'll ever thought of joinin' the Cutie Mark Crusaders? We'd be done happy to have ya'll join!"

[SteelEagle]

 

 

Applejack couldn't even imagine the depths of her sister's quality control methods. What did they involve, a spitshine on the bottle and testing on a frog? She had only recently let go of her belief that Apple Bloom required lots of supervision and sure as heck needed to step away from visiting Zecora all that much. And now what? She had double checked everything? Well, maybe she had taken some. And maybe since she was a little filly it didn't effect her much. And because it didn't effect her much she was as shocked as a guinea pig in a thunderstorm as she saw her big sister transform into a much more equitable pony. Applejack was almost too stunned to be in a disagreeable mood, Apple Bloom's words rolling over Applejack and passing by with almost no real argument. “Yer...sure? Yah double checked every little thing? Did anypony help yah?” Applejack asked anxiously, more looking for agreeableness than anything.

All she could do was move her legs, take breaths, and just feel what it was like to be this small again, this young. Her coat seemed shinier, her eyes a little sharper, and that odd little crink in her spine she had since that wagon incident a few months back was missing entirely. Most tellingly, she wasn't feeling sick anymore. She could breath clear and her head didn't feel like trees were bucking her in terrible vengeance. She continued to shrink, even as the pace slowed considerably. By the time she gave it any honest look, she was as big as she was when she was exactly Apple Bloom's age- which was shorter by a pink bow's length and somewhat not as long. It felt more than weird, it felt absolutely creepy to have to stare up to her little big sister. Her flank had settled now, the cutie mark having left and the magic associated with it dribbling out. There were some pains in her insides that were quickly extinguished for reasons she couldn't fathom, but at least this was over.

But Apple Bloom seemed awfully flippant about all this, even suggesting they not go to anypony who could be of aid and maybe Applejack should join the Crusaders. What? Applejack had things to do, a farm to help run! Without her it'd fall all on the admittedly broad shoulders of Big Mac to handle the largest share of the work. And that didn't sit right by her, no it did not. Applejack cocked her eyebrow, giving Abby a dry look that told the filly all she really needed to know, but heck, Applejack was gonna speak anyway. “Ahpple Bloom! Ahh need tah get bahck tah normahl so we cahn get thah orchard ahll squared away! Zecorah would be thah one tah know whaht tah do, right? Well, lets go see her!” Applejack reared up and went to gallop off, free and happy to find Zecora.

[Rosewind]

Apple Bloom tapped her chin, looking upward toward the ceiling. "Nah, sis! Nobody helped me with this'un! Ah really, truly did go by tha' book! Here, lemme show ya..." The young filly galloped downstairs, returning with a book bound in faux leather between her teeth. She spat it on top of the bed, using her muzzle to flip through the gnarled pages. By the look of things, Apple Bloom had been using this book. A lot. Some pages were mottled different colors, obviously from potion or ingredient spills...or both. The pages were rife with different concoctions, not all of them magical in nature. Laundry detergent, the best mint lemonade recipe ever, natural pesticides, even a recipe for making super fizzy multicolored bubble bath. She finally came across the cough syrup page -- it had red splotches all over it, probably from over-mixing some berry juice. "See? All right here!" She pointed with her hoof at the ingredients. The red splotches clearly were covering some of the ingredients, notably the "weasel wood bark."

 

The filly rubbed at the stain, trying to lighten it. A frog formed in her throat. It definitely was not weasel wood bark. It was weasel wood berries. The crux of potion making was accuracy, and as ingredients went, the difference between a bark and a berry was humongous, especially as different parts of the plant had different properties. Her attention turned back to her big...little sister. "Wait sis, ya'll want to go gallopin' into Everfree at this time 'o night?! Are you crazy?!" She blinked ... was she chiding her olderyounger sister? Yes she was. She cracked a grin, the irony hitting her like an avalanche. "No way, ya'll are gonna stay in bed 'till ah say so! Ah am glad ya'll are feelin'....hay! You get back here this instant young lady!" Apple Bloom dove out of the room after her sister, determined to make things right.

[SteelEagle]

 

 Applejack read the ingredients of the potion with alarm as Apple Bloom pointed them out. This all looked pretty complex and very specific. Was Apple Bloom really making this stuff? Some of it was mighty impressive. In the hooves of a dependable and reliable potion maker, a lot of it would be pretty useful. But the messiness of the pages told stories of concoctions being made haphazardly by a filly possessed by more determination than critical thinking. They got to the exact potion and went down the ingredients, blotches of this, that, or the other occasionally making it difficult. It reached the zenith when it was revealed she had used bark instead of berries. Pretty big difference- and the fact a mistake had been made told Applejack she needed Zecora, not her sister who bless her heart might turn into a newborn foal soon enough...

...Applejack could gallop faster than just about any other pony in the world when she was at full tilt. Her long, powerful legs were wired with tough muscle and her Earth pony physique, which naturally prevented her from tiring easily, augmented tremendously by her tireless work ethic and lifestyle. In any even race she had at the worst a good chance to win, and nopony could take that away from her. Even though she was smaller now and decidedly less of a mare than before- heck, she was now slightly smaller than her own little sister- none of that changed. It was just miniaturized. A miniature Applejack was still fast and she had a head start, which was important considering Apple Bloom was no slow slouch herself. This was destined to be a race!

“No! Ah don't wahnna! Ah wannah see Zecorah!” Applejack protested as she barreled down the hallway. Where did Apple Bloom get off treating her big sis like she was her little sis? Applejack was still her older sister, no matter what! She had to listen to Applejack and listen to her well and good, like any good Apple would. The irony of it wasn't lost on Applejack, however. How silly was it that she was getting ordered around by her littlebig sister, all on account of some silly potion- which, by the way, at least had made her feel well enough to gallop this well. “Ah'm still yer big-” she began galloping down the stairs, misjudging the length between steps because of her newfound leg length.
 

Applejack flailed her legs wildly and crashed into the stairs. “Oomph! Ahh! Unnf! Gahh!” and such escaped her as she went bouncing and falling down the stairs. She hit the landing and continued rolling into a metal bucket, which the top half of Applejack got stuck in and pushed against the wall. She hit with a loud metallic crack which sent a small shockwave along the wall, loosening Winona's collar and leash from it's holdin'. Both fell on the bucket with more metallic clings and clacks, all of which reverberated inside the bucket as Applejack's lower half twitched and a low moan escaped the bucket, pitiful and clearly out of it.
“Ah don't wahnnah ride thah riiiiideee no moooooreeeeee.....”