The sweet taste of apples

Chapter five: the day after

The call of the rooster awakens you from a blissful sleep. Applejack still snores aside of you. You yawn and stretch out your body.
“Good morning sweetie” you nuzzle Applejack, causing her to wake up. She opens up her eyes, looking at you lovingly.

After an extensive pillow fight you go downstairs to join the rest of the Apple family at breakfast.
You notice the three Cutie Mark Crusaders sitting on the table a cup of hot tea in front of each. All of them pulling painful faces and having red marks on their cheeks.

“Next time we try to rescue hats from trees, we make sure it isn’t raining” the unicorn moans with a hoarse voice.
“Maybe we should try to get you to fly scoots.” The earth pony suggests.
“And with the help of this one” the young unicorn points at you as you sit down at the table “we will get you flying in no time.”
As likable as the kids are, you would rather spend time with Applejack then helping them getting their Cutie Marks but with a begging look from her you answer:
“Fine, I’ll help you, just let me finish my breakfast since you three ruined my dinner last night”.
There is a silent pause in which the three exchange glances only to jump up from the table, smashing their three hooves together in the air yelling
“CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS WAITERS GO!”

Up to this day the animals on the Apple family’s farm remember when they heard a horrible “NOOOOOOO” coming from a Pegasus pony and the loudest laughter Applejack had ever laughed.

You have an Applejack fetish now. Also you'll never be able to walk into a super market that sales apples again without embarassing yourself.

Also you'll probably end up in Ponyhell

Authors Note: This Fanfiction was incredible hard to write. I have read a few so called "clop fics" before but writing them is a different thing than reading. If you excuse me now, i have to find a mental institution before I hang myself.