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Fields of Equestria, sunset. Big Mac bucked an apple tree. The fruits fell in a basket on Braeburn's back and both went back to the camp, where Soarin was sharpening their weapons and Fleetfoot was polishing their armors.

"Oh, back already!" Fleetfoot siad when she noticed the Apple cousins approaching.

"Yeah, we found an apple tree." Braeburn said proudly while sitting down, making the basket slide off his back. "It's not much, but it's somethin'!"

"Eeyup!" Big Macintosh agreed.

"Don't worry." Soarin said. "The Wonderbolts' training included dropping us in the jungle with a spell locking our wings. We learned how to make a single fruit last a whole day. For a group of six!"

"What he said!" Fleetfoot agreed.

"Are the Wonderbolts, like, an army or somethin'?" Braeburn asked, wiping the dust off his stetson. "Ah thought ya were just a bunch o' show-offs!"

"'Entertainers' is the correct term." said the Wonderbolt mare. "But that's not our only job. We're an Elite Team founded 1300 years ago by Princess Celestia herself. Y'know, in case Equestria needs somepony's help really fast!"

"Just like the extinct Shadowbolts, a team founded by Princess Luna not too long after the Wonderbolts." Big Mac added.

Braeburn looked at him, surprised. "Wow, cuz. Yer hiding a big brain under that big silence, aren'tcha?"

"You should be on the Science Team, not the Combat Team." said Soarin. "Even though you alone killed more of them than all of us combined!"

"Nope!" he said. "Applejack's friend is there, an' that's enough."

"There are never too many brains!"

"Eeyup. But we also need brawn to protect the brain!"

"I suppose you're right."

"Ah swear, Ah heard cuz Macintosh say more this last our than durin' mah whole life." Braeburn whispered to Fleetfoot, who giggled.

"Your cousin is pretty shy, huh?" she asked.

"Ah guess so!"

"Shhh..." Soarin closed his eyes and focused on his hearing. "Infected approaching."

They all put on their helmets and chest plates. Big Mac and Braeburn grabbed their spears while Fleetfoot and Soarin grabbed their sowrds. After a few seconds of silence, two infected dashed out of the woods, right in front of them. The Apples buried their spears on the chest of the infected, holding them in place so the Wonderbolts could decapitate them. But it wasn't over yet; six more infected surrounded them.

No big deal; Big Macintosh took care of three of them while his teammates took care of the others. Soarin took off his helmet and sat on the grass.

"When this is all over, I'm going to Appleloosa and eat the biggest apple pie ever made because I NEED A BUCKING PIE!"

Braeburn sat beside him, patting on his back. "Don't worry, pardner. Whne this is over, I'm baking two giant apple pies myself!"

"Awww, they look so cute together." Fleetfoot said, giggling. "Now kiss!"

Both stallions looked at each other, blusing, then looked at some random direction before slowly moving away from each other.

"St-Stop that, Fleetfoot!" Soarin shouted.

"For the fifteenth time, we're not gay!" shouted Braeburn. "Cuz, support!"

He looked at his cousin, only to find him suppressing a laugh.

Soarin sighed. "You should find a new hobby, Fleet."

"But I only have two hobbies: watching you guys bathe and imagine you as couples and, spoiler alert, none of those is getting old anytime soon. After all, what can I do when I'm not fighting nor watching the water running down your jacked, sexy bodies?" the stallions cold've sworn they saw saliva running down the corner of Fleetfoot's mouth. "Marriage of ponies of the same gender is legal, y'know. And I noticed you checking Brae-Brae out when we first met!"

Soarin blushed crimson red. "I-I wasn't checking him out! I just briefly stared at his cool jacket for a couple of second!"

"As if, Soar. I know what I saw and I saw you! Cheking! Him! Out!" she then looked at the second target of her teasing and approached him, walking in circles around the stallion. "What I can totally understand. Brae-Brae is hot stuff!" she slapped his flank with her tail, stealing a yelp from him. "Say, Brae-Brae, would you like to spend the night in my tent?"

Braeburn scratched the back of his neck, blushing like mad and looking down. "Ah... Ah... Ah don't know what to say, miss!"

"Meet Fleetfoot. First she calls you a colt-cuddler, then she wants to bed you right after that." said Soarin. "Mares are weird."

"Ayep!"

"This is why you two prefer stallions, right?"

They blushed again. She laughed like a crazy mare.

"Why don't you invite Big Macintosh to yer bed an' leave us alone for a couple o' minutes? Or hours, Ah don't know how long cuz Big Mac can last!"

Fleetfoot looked at the red stallion, with a smile from ear to ear and glowing eyes.

"Eeyup!" the former farmer said.

"Awesome!" she shouted before looking at a nonexistent watch on her foreleg. "Oh, is that late already? We should be going to bed already!" she then pushed Big Macintosh toward her tent. "Let's go Big Mac! See if you stand for your name, if you catch my meaning. Bye, guys!" she zipped close the entrance of her tent, leaving outside two stallions with open mouths, totally not believing on what just happened.

"Y'know, Ah did that hopin' to see cuz Big Mac blushin' and stuff, not actually acceptin' the offer."

"I really thought you were going to rut her in the end."

"Why would ya think thta?"

"Come on, Braeburn! Don't play dumb, you already rutted three mares since this team was formed. I was pretty sure she was going to be the fourth, sooner or later."

"Well, Ah guess they really didn't called me 'Brae-gets all the mares-Burn' when Ah was a colt for nothin'..."

There was a moment of silence for a few minutes, until Braeburn broke the silence:

"Ah have a few bottles o' hard cider in mah saddlebags. Ah was plannin' on drinkin' 'em after this was over, but... Nah, what the hay! Wanna share?"

"Sure, why not?"

Braeburn went to his tent and returned with two bottles, giving one to Soarin and keeping the others. They opened the bottles and raised them.

"Cheers, mate!"

"For us, the AppleBolts, best team o' zombie killers in Equestria!"

Soarin laughed before they downed their drinks.