Doing the Dirty Work [Open!]

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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. Applejack wasn't expecting that. She's smacked with the clump of mud, looking at him with wide eyes for a moment.

"What in the hay..."

Ah. Her eyes narrow. "Well if that's what you're after..."

Punchy might be surprised to learn that her disadvantage isn't all that big. Not only are her legs swift and powerful at sending walls of mud, but she's perfectly capable of twisting her tail any which way. It shoots pellets at him, her laughter ringing.

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's on now. Punchy's going to bring the noise.

And by that he means run up to Applejack and smush mud into her already dirty coat.

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"You like playin' rough, huh?" Applejack laughs, her tail flicking up to whack him now. He's not getting away with that without payback, no sir.

"I'm one of the best mud-wrasslin' ponies in all of Equestria!"

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She whacks him across the face. He acts all flustered, but secretly he's having a good time.

"Oh, you frontin'? You messing with an OG, here!" He tries to shove her over into a particularly wet puddle of mud.

[appletastic]

Applejack goes down, but she rolls over and hollers! This is fun, no worries!

"Ain't a job well done unless you're a mess, I say."

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

"I don't know about that. We don't get moded in Programming none." Though sometimes there are days when showers get skipped. "But this is better fitness, ya dig?"

[appletastic]

"Sure do! Gotta stay in shape if I'm gonna be making apple pies," she grinned. "Come to think of it...I haven't had any in a while. Next time we get some ingredients, I oughta make some more."

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"Homegirl, I ain't gonna be able to prop you none there. Unless you planning on making some crusts outta gummi worms and bubble tape." Although that's an idea... "I mostly do some reps in the Sensoriums to keep my cutting bod. Guess mud might be more productive, though."

[appletastic]

"No thanks," she shook her head roughly, "but I appreciate the offer."

As for the mud? She was all too happy to help. "Sure you couldn't use your 'bod' 'round the ship?"

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

"How you mean? I ain't against chipping in, I just found my best skills are behind a screen."

[appletastic]

"'Round the barn? I've got some bales of hay that need moving. Can't pay you, but if you've got the time I'll make you some apple treats."

It was her best bribe offer.

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Punchy's face lights up into that uninhibited, five thousand megawatt grin. "Fo' shizzy. You ain't even gotta pay me, not like I'd shoot down nothing though. Show me where they at."

Oh yeah, he's totally feeding off of feeling needed.

[appletastic]

"They're piled on the other end of the field, over by that tree. But you don't have to rush it, we've got time."

She's happy to shake some mud out of her coat first. Look out!

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

"Shit don't get done flossing, homegirl. Let's do this thang."

[appletastic]

"You're on!" Applejack gallops right over to the haystacks, kicking up a bundle and balancing it on her back. "We're gonna lay it down in that little fenced area by the barn, got it?"

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"Fo shizz." Punchy grabs as big a haystack as he can manage. "You get along pretty well for a chick with no hands, Jacks."

[appletastic]

"Gotta work with what you've got!" Applejack answers proudly, walking the hay right over to the little fence. She rolls it off her back and knaws at the tie around it, starting to spread it over the dirt.

"I could say you're pretty good for a guy with no hooves."

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but hands is normal for this joint." He follows her, struggling to keep that much hay in his arms. Maybe two smaller trips would be better, but it wouldn't look so impressive. "Not that there's nothing jacked about going against the grain, you know? I think it's pretty bombin', breaking molds and shit."

[appletastic]

"Hmph. Well y'all can have your normal," she huffed playfully, trotting back for another bundle when the first one's spread. "I'm happy the way I am."

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"I think you fine the way you is too. Kinda like me, only, you know..." Punchy puts the hay bale down next to the one Applejack put away. "Four-legged."

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"And they're fine legs too," Applejack said proudly, kicking her hind legs behind her. "Ain't that right, Bucky McGillicutty and Kicks McGee?"

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

"You named your legs? Fo shizzy? That's..." Kinda cool, actually. "What's the handles on the other two?"

[appletastic]

"Uh...well, I don't use 'em as much for bucking," she thought. "I guess I'd call 'em Ol' Hoofington and The Clopter."

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"I should get fixin' to giving my hands some tags-" Punchy pauses for a second; 'fixin' to'? Applejack's bringing out his accent and he's so not cool with that. He hopes she didn't notice. "I got magic fingers, you dig? All that programming shizz, I got it wrapped like holidays."

[appletastic]

Applejack notices---but she understands. All Punchy gets is a knowing smile. He doesn't need to be told he talks funny, she hates being treated like that.

"Magic fingers? What kind of magic are you workin'?"