Apple Milk

The day was over and though the line remained outside the abandoned stand, those who managed it were absent and fast asleep in their humble abode. Though one member of this fraction of an extended family kept awake, prepared to engage in an act of a most sinister nature.

She had learned from her mistakes the night before, and knew exactly where to step to make the least noise, not that it mattered much considering the family slept through one of the moonshine still explosions once. She crept up to the door across the way, the one that she knew led to her brother’s room. Slowly and carefully, she twisted the knob and pushed the door inwards. She neared the bed, keeping sure and testing the floor every time so as not to make any creak. Once there, she set down her equipment, the bucket to her left and laid the tarp beneath her. It may be a crime against all that is natural, but by the end of the day she did get rid of all her stock. Repeating this in her mind, it became a mantra that comforted her as she prepared to drain another great deal of the very essence of life from her dear brother.

It should have gone easy. But her luck seemed to have ran out, for the large stallion’s eyes opened and immediately spotted the small red bow and underneath it was the frame of his little sister, Applebloom. Applebloom took notice of this, and their eyes met in a stare of awkward proportions not seen since yet another unspeakable moment in Equestrian history. For a full hour, they simply stared at each other, but eventually Big Mac broke the gaze first and looked around, seeing the tin pail next to Applebloom. He then looked back at her and asked “Applebloom, why are you in my room?”

Applebloom breathed deeply before she responded. “I don’t know?” The lack of conviction was clear and present in her voice.

“Applebloom, why do you have a bucket?”

Her lungs inflated as she sucked in air, before she quickly rushed it out. “I don’t know?”

“Applebloom, I’m naked. Please leave.” Beads of sweat began to gather upon Big Mac’s brow. Though he was a stallion of magnificent strength and speed, he was truly terrified.

In and out. In and out. Applebloom breathed much more heavily and her eyes stayed wide open, focused on her brother in his bed as she backed out of the room slowly before closing the door shut. Big Mac laid awake all night, contemplating all that would have entailed had he not intervened. However, after several hours he succumbed to the typical mortal slumber, and thankfully was not disturbed in any manner that night.