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Doing the Dirty Work [Open!]

How did Applejack stand working so hard around the farm? Her secret was simple: combining work and play. She'd brought the same styl to Hydroponics, where she'd sectioned off a small patch of the ground to be a place for some of the animals to play. The grass was dug up and seeds were planted elsewhere, water was poured, and Applejack herself was pounding her legs into the dirt. Making mud! Her bright orange coat was now coated in brown, and the longer she worked, the further she sank.

But this wasn't very fun. Back home, she'd done---yeah, that was what was missing! She hopped out of her little mud pit, tracked dirt across the grass, and set off at a fast trot. "Yee-haw!"

If anypony happened to be hanging about, they'd be splattered when the large pony came crashing down, rolling in her little pit of dirt. Her hat sat some distance to the side, miraculously untouched by the splattering of mud. Surely most would know to stay away from such a display.

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"Whoa there sugar!" Applejack was startled out of her playing by the sound of another voice, quickly stumbling across another lump in the mud. She tilted her neck down and nudged, rolling the body out of the mud as quickly as possible.

"You all right?"

Mindy had luckily caught herself from swearing out loud. Yes,s he was on a ship with a bunch of adult, but swearing in front of a pony was...just wrong somehow. She'd feel like she was raping her own childhood.

Which, of course, made no sense.

"Yeah, just mud," she muttered swiping at her scratched up and lsightly bleeding knees,. "Happens all the time. What are you doing anyway?"

"Why, makin' a mud pit of course!" Applejack laughed, flicking some mud away from her tail. "We always had one for the pigs back on the farm. Figured some of our critters might like to play in it too."

She was glad that Mindy was taking the mud splattering well. Some ponies wouldn't.

Mindy kicked herself upward, once again glad that Chase had insisted on getting those kips down, and made sure her hair was in a ponytail in case she got any dirtier (which was likely the case).

"Have any of them taken to it yet, you think?"

Would they? She sure hoped so. Applejack looked out at the little critters, hoping to encourage them. "Nah, not yet, but I've only just got the mud going. Give it some time."

She just smiled. "Sorry 'bout the mess. What're you out for?"

"If you say so." Who knew the minds of alien creatures anyway? As far as she was concerned, they might hate their guts for shoving them on Stacy. But really, who could say no to a pony wearing a cowboy hat? Not even Mindy.

"Just exercise," she said, stretching her neck. "Trying to make sure I know how to run fast and all."

"Trainin' up, huh?" Applejack hopped out of the mud, twisting on the spot to make sure all was fine.

"Can't say I've done that in a while. Maybe I should."

"That's right," Mindy said, stretching, looking as if the mud hadn't even slowed her down: which was stupid, as she promptly slipped in it and fell again. She sighed, spitting it out of her mouth once more.

"How would a pony train though?"

Applejack stepped over, offering her neck as leverage for getting up.

"Same as anypony else. I've had fightin' lessons, I buck, I run, I use my lasso. Just can't use the things you need fingers for."

Mindy gladly took it: who would give up the opportunity to actually touch a talking pony, for goodness sakes?

"Well, fingers to come in handy for punching, but I guess that's what your bucking would be for. Maybe you should have somebody make you some armor or something. Maybe even some kicking boots?"

"I'm working on a trade for it. Apples are still taking their sweet time to grow," she shook her head, flicking her gaze up to the old tree. It would come along in time, it always did.

"Anyway, training. Right. How about a gallop?"

Mindy took a look at the tree "Did you check the fertilizer and all? Maybe it needs more...uh, alien animal poop or something."

She was a New Yorker after all, not a farm girl.

"A gall-oh, like a run? Sure, why not?"

"Nah, they're growin' fine. But even with magic it takes time." What a wonderful art farming was, but it definitely took some patience. Wasn't for everypony. Applejack took a breath and straightened herself out, already warming up for the exertion. "Okay! Ready when you are."

Mindy made sure to stretch out pretty well. She had figured she would be able to make things grow faster, but if not, that would make sense anyway.

But now for the race. She stretched her neck and back. "Ok, ready, set, go!"

And she took off at a steady pace.

"Let's go!" Applejack hollered in her usual farm voice, running hard. Not enough to leave anypony behind, but fast enough to start shaking off some of the dirt. She'd get dirty again, but cleaning off this way was fun.

"How're you feeling?"

Mindy grinned. "Feeling just fine, actually. I'm not the type to run out of stamina quickly. They might say that's because I'm young, but I work darn hard at this!"

And that question brought about one of her own. "Wanna speed up?"

"I can see that," Applejack said appreciatively, cheering and charging forward. All was going well.

"Sure thing, sugar!" And they were racing across the grass, spirits high. She could get used to this.

This was one of those moments where it was actually nice to just be Mindy, and just be a girl. Sure, she was being way more athletic than most, but that was because she had always been that way. how often did she get to play in mud, or just act normal for a little bit?

She sped up, grinning. Yup, she was definitely bringing her A game to this race.

"Gonna make me work for it, huh?" Applejack taunted, leaping into the air and putting on a burst of speed. "I think I like you already!"

This was already getting good.

"No point in doing it unless you put in your all!" Mindy called out, and was surprised to see that the pony was actually going REALLY fast. She was going faster than most humans. MAN, but she liked this pony's style!

Not that it meant she was gonna slow down anytime soon. She picked up the pace, starting top gain her second wind.

"Got that right!" Applejack cheered. She knew by now that people had their limits, what with only two legs and all, but this little one was surprisingly resilient. Not unlike herself navigating a world of unicorns and pegasi.

She dashed around a tree, then another, admiring them as she went. "Would you look at that!"

Mindy knew all too well about how limited people were when it came to speed: often, it was what made the difference between living and dying. It was why of all the things she learned on the ship, speed was always her number one concern. Applejack (easy to remember, she had the cereal enough times) looked like she did the same.

And it looked like Applejack was showing no signs of slowing down, so neither would she. Honestly, she had to wonder how she constantly got roped into these competition situations all the time.

Applejack whooped, going on for just a little while more. When she was about done, she slowed and leapt in the mud. going for a roll.

"Could use a bit of a cooldown," she explained.

Mindy stopped when she did, and though she wasn't about to go jumping into a mud hole, she DID see a little place where the animals washed of, and promptly jumped in, not bothering to take off her shoes and socks.

A moment later, she settled near Applejack, soaked to the bone. "Ah, that's better."

"Oh---whoops," Applejack laughed, flicking her mane as some of the water splashed her. "Guess I coulda done that too. But that's alright, I ain't done yet!"

Which meant she was gonna be rolling in the mud all day long. "But I think I'll just settle down for a bit. How're you?"

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