Apple Jack X Reader
I drew my hoof over my forehead, swiftly swatting my bangs out of my (E/C) eyes as sweat dripped down my muzzle. The sweet scent of apples blew by in the breeze as I bucked once more and heard the successful thumps of them falling into baskets. Looking around, I noticed her watching me, winking at my accomplishment.
We both sat down under one of the tall, sturdy trees to rest. It was turning to evening, the sun just about to dip into setting, our great and majestic Princess preparing a beautiful night for her beloved sister. And I didn’t want to be anywhere else as the red delicious colored sky turned behind the two of us.
“Pretty, isn’t it?” She asked. I just hummed and nodded, not paying any attention to the sky at that moment.
I didn’t expect to spend the entire day at Sweet Apple Acres, but I couldn’t turn a blind eye to friend’s plea earlier that morning. Apple Jack never was o