“Ah don’t want t’sound ungrateful or anything, darlin’ but are ya really up for this?”

“Of course I am, Applejack! If we’re going to make this work, I need to contribute to the farm, no buts about it.”

Rarity stood next to the thick apple tree, looking it up and down, trying to decide where to strike. Applejack leaned against Bessie, arms crossed and worried, both for her tree and the unicorn. Apples were known to be stubborn, but Rarity was proving to be more than a match even for Applejack.

Rarity pulled up her star-spattered boots and tightened the knot on her flannel shirt, both utterly spotless. She had come in what she had thought was suitable “country wear”, and Applejack had to stifle her laughter when she first saw it. Still, it was Rarity and she wanted to lend a hand, so Applejack let the imitation slide, for now at least. She was sure there would be ample opportunity for teasing later anyhow.

Applejack sighed. “Look, ya already did wonders fer the stand, ya really don’t need to~~”

“Hup-up-up, I won’t hear of it, Applejack. You said so yourself that the crop is too much for you and Macintosh alone, and I insist on helping.”

Reluctantly, Applejack submitted to this. She certainly couldn’t argue with her, and she had been thinking of calling for some extra help from some of the other Apples, maybe even hiring around town if it came to that. Rarity was free, save only for joining them for lunch and a small sample of the next cider batch. It was certainly easier on the farm’s coffers.

“Alright sugar, show me what ya got.”

Rarity leaned back, tightening herself up, then unleashed her kick like a coiled spring. With as much force as she could muster, she struck at the base of the tree.

There was a loud KRRCK!

Then there was a louder scream.

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“Oh sweet merciful Faust, I’ll never walk again! I’ll forever be confined to my bed, forever a burden! Oh, how foolish I’ve been! How arrogant!”

“Now hold yer horses, it ain’t that bad.” Applejack laid Rarity on the couch, happy to put her down. The unicorn was slight, but she could be surprisingly heavy, especially when squirming as much as she was. Applejack wisely kept this fact to herself, however.

In short time, she removed Rarity’s overpriced boot and rolled up her pantleg, looking over the ankle.

“Oh, give me the bad news, Applejack. Don’t spare me the details, I can take it.”

“It’s just a sprained ankle, sugar. Nothin’ t’worry about. Just take it easy for a few days and stick some ice on it. Ya’ll be alright soon enough.”

“A few days!? Applejack, how can I possibly run the boutique like this? How can I run my own household?”

“Well Ah guess ya could let John and Sweetie~~”

Rarity just stared at Applejack, dumbfounded, and she stopped, the sentence dying on her lips.

“Ya know, maybe Ah oughta hang around for a few days.”

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Another oldie of a com from  TheOwlinTheCabbageField who I recall contributed with the story, he even put in a nod to his now since long defunct halo crossover series he used to work on and would periodically pop up in his older DAZ works. I miss those days, nothing but fond memories! Probably because I always stood far away from all the fandom drama lol