Flash Sentry was having a remarkably ‘meh’ kind of day. He was a bit tired from staying up late to do homework, and the chorus for his band’s latest song just wasn’t coming together, but it was Friday, and a beautiful spring day outside. So the good and bad all balanced out to meh.

That pretty much summed up his life lately.

There had been some shouting from the Rainbooms during lunch, but he hadn’t bothered to investigate. Sure, they were seven of the hottest girls to have ever lived, but things had been so awkward with them ever since … well, forever. First there was that stupidity about dating Sunset back when she was one twirly mustache away from being a cartoon villain. Then he’d fallen hard for a girl who wrote Sunset daily but had apparently forgotten he existed. Finally, another girl joined the group, one who looked identical to the one he was crushing on, but she didn’t even know his name. So yeah, hot or not, he did his best to avoid the Rainbooms.

At last, the final bell rang, and Flash rushed outside to enjoy the warm sunshine for a bit. Maybe a nice nap on the grass would upgrade the day from ‘meh’ to ‘good.’ Except he’d barely gotten outside when a vice-like hand grabbed him by the arm.

“Hey.”

Flash turned to find Applejack standing just behind him, her cheeks bright red as other students brushed past them. He’d read enough manga to immediately think of those scenes where a blushing schoolgirl confesses her feelings for senpai, and he wanted to slap himself for how incredibly wrongheaded that situation was when applied to Applejack.

She was about as opposite those petite, demure little girls as anyone could get, even if she was insanely sexy in her own way. Skin kissed golden brown from the sun, cheeks sprinkled with freckles that were just plain adorable, eyes so green and deep you could fall into them, all topped off by hair the color of spun gold. She’d be in the running for cutest girl in the school if she weren’t taller than a lot of guys, but all that did was switch her from cute to beautiful in a sort of melt-your-heart way.

And yeah, she had nice boobs. Flash did his best not to stare at them, but he was a guy, he noticed things.

Speaking of which, he noticed they’d been staring at each other for a few seconds without saying anything. “Um, hi?”

“Come with me,” Applejack said flatly and started walking around the edge of the school.

Flash got another vision of those romance mangas he’d never admit to liking. This golden-haired, statuesque goddess couldn’t be about to confess feelings for him or something?

He almost laughed at the thought. No way. At best, she wanted help with her math homework.

Applejack led him around to the track field at the back of the school, all without saying a word.

In fact, the silence was starting to make Flash uncomfortable. He cleared his throat. “Soooo, what’s going on?”

“I’m putting my money where my mouth was,” Applejack said without looking back, her voice terse to the point of anger.

“Um, okay.” Flash had absolutely no idea what she meant by that.

They reached the shed where the track team kept their equipment, and Applejack literally grabbed Flash and shoved him inside.

He stumbled in the darkness, smacking into the big mat they used as a landing pad for pole vaulters. Only a ton of wheeling his arms saved him from splattering out flat on it. Also, he may or may not have let out a girly shriek.

She stepped in after him and slammed the door shut, casting them both in darkness.

Flash put a hand to his chest, struggling to calm his raging heartbeat. This was starting to look less like a heartfelt confession and more like murder. “”Um … Applejack?”

“Sorry about this,” she said flatly as a soft rustling sound echoed from the darkness.

Yup, definitely like murder. “W-we can talk about this,” Flash said, dropping to his knees and fumbling in the darkness for a baseball bat, or a chunk of pipe, or anything, really. There was no way he’d be able to overpower a girl who could lift and throw buses, but at least he could go down fighting.

“There ain’t nothing to talk about,” Applejack said, her voice seeming to come from all directions. “This is happening whether you like it or not.”

Flash’s hands finally brushed against something solid, a baseball from the feel of it. It was better than nothing. He gripped it and stood up, ready face death on his feet.

Then the light clicked on, and Flash wasn’t facing death, but a very naked Applejack with bright red cheeks and hands on her hips, letting him see absolutely everything.

And boy, was there a lot to see ...

Finally, he flopped back, his whole body exhausted.

Applejack stayed there on top of him, running her hand up and down his side. “How you feeling, sugarcube?”

Flash’s mind was too busy drowning in endorphins to form a good response. All he could manage was a satisfied groan.

She chuckled and kissed the top of his head. “Yeah, I thought so.”

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