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                         The Belt                          
                     -by ButterAustin-                     
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                         The Belt                          
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The Belt
“Applebloom, what the hell is this”, AppleJack said with a pissed off tone of voice. She wasn’t disappointed, she was MAD. Applebloom walks into the living room to see Applejack holding a document entitled: Ponyville Elementary Report Card
English: 72
Art: 65
Science:62
Math: 65
History: 85
Effort: 87
“Dammit kid, these grades are horrible, they’re borderline failing”.
“Yeah, so”, replies little filly Applebloom
“Yeah so, kid if I talked to my momma like that she would’ve beat my……………….”
Applejack grins an awful smile as a idea started to form inside her head
“Ima be right back, don’t chu go nowhere”, said the mare in the dusty ass cowboy hat. Applebloom stared into space, unsure of what Applejack was going to do. She knew one thing though, it wasn’t good. Applejack comes back with an old thick leather belt in her mouth. The speech starts: This belt is an aeirloom of the Apple family. It has been passed down from generations to generations. It is a symbol of good ol’ fashined discipline, something that I think needs to make a comeback. Those teachers and authorities don’t push you hard enough, ya need a little push. You need to learn your lessons, and we know the best way how. Applejack gets behind Applebloom and swings the belt with massive force into Applebloom’s flank. It feels like the roughest sandpaper, and it stings like hell. The little sister sucks it up, trying to not feel the pain. Applejack doesn’t stop though, she keeps going and going and going. She feels empowered and heartless. Applejack likes it. She enjoyed the sick kind of squidward torture porn she was creating. She wanted more. The little filly sheds a few tears, the salty water dripping down her face. “Don’t chu mention this to nopony ya hear.” Applejack says and walks away. Applebloom didn’t know how to feel. Did her grades mean this much to her older sister or was it something else. She saw the rage in AJ’s eyes, the farm pony had never done this before…….and no it wasn’t changelings.