Equestria Girls: Scores to Settle

Chapter 3

Hell had been unleashed at the cry of Cherry Crash. Applejack knew her farm had turned into a battlefield but that was precisely why she offered her place in the first place. It was spacious, comfortable, away from prying eyes, and they would have the home-field advantage.

But none of that mattered to her at that moment. The only thing in her mind was seeing Rainbow Dash and Indigo Zap laying on their beds, beaten, bruised, and humiliated by the girl she had come to love only to discover everything had been a cruel ploy on their part.

Her anger burned inside her belly as she stared down at Aria Blaze with all the cold, indifferent contempt she could muster. “What happened to your damn rules?” She asked, fuming with anger.

“Things change, country bumpkin,” Aria replied with a wink and fake smooch.

Applejack clenched her fists, ready to strike when something shoved her to the side. “LOOK OUT!” Sour Sweet cried before two thin lines flew past them mere centimeters away. The apple farmer stumbled on her feet for a moment but glanced at Vignette, who had used the confusion to draw a stun gun and fire at her.

“I give you a perfect chance and you blow it!? You’re such a fucking useless whore, Vignette!” Aria cursed.

“I got another!” Vignette cried before pulling a second concealed stun gun from her hair. This time, however, Spike took it out of her hands before she could take aim. “HEY!”

Applejack saw red for an instant and all her anger focused on Vignette Valencia, the awful, manipulative girl that nearly caused Rarity to be depressed and now participated in the injury and beating of two more of her friends. She turned away from Aria and began to walk towards Vignette.

“Come here, you freckled whore!”

She heard Aria say and that made her glance back to see her drag Sour Sweet into a fight.

“Bring it, you discounted piece of sushi!” Sour Sweet countered as she gave her one final nod.

Giving Sour Sweet the chance to go against Aria, she focused once more on her primary target as she tried to back away.

“N-No fair! I wanted to fight Rarity, not her tree-hugging friend!” Vignette Valencia exclaimed, fearfully while trying to put some distance in between the two.

“Our tree-hugging friend is Tree Hugger. I love mah apple trees, Valencia. But I don’t just hug ‘em. I also kick and buck ‘em,” Applejack replied.

“B-Buck… what?” The social-media expert asked, confused.

“I buck ‘em,” she said before using her powerful legs to leap at her target, covering the five meters that separated them in an instant.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” Vignette shouted, falling on her ass from the surprise. “Are you a goddamn frog or something!?”

“I got pony powers and a pony counterpart that’s also a farmer like me. But you know what? I don’t like cheaters. I despise ‘em with all my heart, Valencia,” Applejack said, waiting for the girl to stand up on her own again.

“Good! Me neither! You should go and settle that with Aria, not me! Go! Go! Go! Go!” Vignette repeated over and over in a hurry.

“Oh, she’ll get what’s coming to her alright. I tried to be the big woman here. I tried to put it behind me. And it was working. Buuuut then,” she cracked her knuckles. “Some wild, fucking, crawling, pathetic, cowardly, two-timing, backstabbing, slithering, poisonous LITTLE VERMIN-” she shouted, cracking her other knuckles as she stared down at Vignette, the poor girl nearly pissing herself in fright. “-attacked my friends, blackmailed us, and wanted to settle scores did a stupid. So now I’m going to punch you really, really hard in the name of Rainbow and Indigo.”

Vignette now really pissed herself. She was out of options, out of weapons, and clearly outmatched. “W-Wait, Applejack, you wouldn’t hit me, right?” A pair of glaring eyes was her answer. “I-I-I-I mean, me against you? That would be like putting a tiny, defenseless puppy in the cage of a stinky, brutish gorilla!”

“Are you calling me a gorilla, Valencia?” Applejack asked, her glare turning somber and her lips curling into a dark, sadistic smile.

“Crap! Shit! Fuck! NO! Nononononono! I, uuhhh, I meant that… look at me! I’m a twig! I can fight a little but I have no chance against you!” Shakily, she rose to her feet in a pleading gesture. “You’re a warrior princess! What honor would there be in beating me, a near defenseless maiden?”

“...You have a point there…,” Applejack sighed. “Let’s make a deal,” Vignette’s ears perked up. “You tell me who beat up my friends and I promise I won’t break your nose~,” she said in a sing-song tone.

Snarling, Vignette clenched her hands into fists before her expression softened. “...You’re right… it was-- LOOK OUT!” She shouted in alarm, pointing behind Applejack.

Applejack turned to see what was coming only to find the chaos of the fights going on. A moment later she turned back to face Vignette only to find her in the middle of a high-kick spinning swing. Her foot connected with her face with all the strength she could muster and even managed to force her to take a step back.

“HA! Gullible idiot! No wonder Rainbow Dash and that other slut were so easy to beat! Bet you weren’t expecting that, did you!?” She laughed loudly but soon her laughter began to die down as she saw that her foe wasn’t moving or doing anything… except staring death upon her.

“...” Applejack grabbed Vignette’s ankle and removed it from her face to reveal her left cheek was bruised, her upper lip was busted, and that a small trickle of blood ran down her nose. “Hun,” she began, smirking. “I’ve had mosquito bites worse than that.”

“...Please have mercy?” Vignette pleaded, tears forming in her eyes.

“Mmmmm,” Applejack pondered for a moment before smirking. “As mah brother would say: Eeeeenope!”

Dragging Vignette by her ankle, the manipulative girl lost her balance. Unluckily for her, instead of falling to the ground, she was caught by Applejack’s other hand. Using her inhuman strength, she was able to lift Vignette by her throat while she kicked wildly and tried to claw at her arm to no avail.

Then, Applejack tossed her a few meters away. Vignette landed, screamed, and coughed violently as she could breathe once more. Before she could get up or crawl away to safety, Applejack was already on top of her again. With a savage kick to her abdomen, she rolled onto her back.

“GAAAAHHH! FUUUUCK!” She cursed, using her hands to hold her injured midsection. Through tear-filled eyes, she saw Applejack reaching down for her again with her left arm. “N-No! Wait! Please! I-It was Adagio’s idea, I sweaahhhhggg!” Her words died in her throat as Applejack’s fingers clenched tightly against her windpipe, not enough to choke her but enough to stop her from speaking.

“In case you missed it, Sonata already told us the truth, you manipulative swine,” Applejack spat. She was expecting her to cry or try to squirm away, not tap gently against her wrist asking her for a chance to speak up. Against her better judgment, she loosened the grip she had on the girl.

Vignette coughed and gurgled, smiling smugly as her feet dangled above the ground. “I-I’ve got nothing to l-lose… so… fuck it… I-It was Adagio’s… idea… to settle scores… but there was another… that promised her… revenge… and a chance to… get their necklaces… back… if she got rid of you…,” she explained.

“Who?” Applejack asked, eyes widened and ready to kick the daddy bags of anyone responsible behind the beating of her friends.

“C-Cinch… Abacus Cinch…” Vignette confessed.

“...That… damnable old fart…,” Applejack growled before squeezing Vignette’s throat again, much to her horror. “I’ll beat it out of Aria if I have to… you better not be lying, Valencia, or else I’ll be back for you. But for now… I guess I won’t be as rough as I had planned.”

Applejack slapped Vignette across the face before backslapping her. Then she did again. And again. And again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again.

There was no need to use her powers or super strength, hard, common bitchslapping would suffice for a bitch the caliber of Vignette for she deserved nothing more. Slap after slap further bruised her cheeks until they began to bleed.

But Applejack didn’t stop. She didn’t care when Vignette began to cry her eyes out after a tooth flew out of her mouth. She didn’t give a crap when her nose started to bleed. And she certainly didn’t give a damn when Vignette’s body started to go limp and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Finally, after having had enough of beating the despicable girl and finding no joy in beating her after falling unconscious, she let go and let her fall to the ground like a ragdoll. Applejack looked down at Vignette and at her bleeding cheeks. She looked at her bloodied right hand and then at her left, finding it also painted with the blood and tears that had rivered down her neck.

Turning back to see settle the score with Aria, she was surprised to find the siren laughing maniacally while trying to carve Sour Sweet’s face into the grass. Saying nothing, she rushed to help her friend. At the same time, however, her rage against the siren came back and her aching hand was utterly forgotten.

She closed the distance with frightening speed and, with a single tackle, they were left rolling on the ground.

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Things had gone right to shit the second Cherry Crash and Adagio attacked Sunset at the same time; completely surprising everyone even when they were expecting to be betrayed at some point.

Sour Sweet lost her focus for an instant to see Lemon Zest and Octavia getting right into their business. And in that moment of distraction, she only heard three things.

Applejack asking. “What happened to your damn rules?”

Aria replying. “Things change, country bumpkin.”

And a dark chuckle from Vignette Valencia. She turned to face her in time to see her draw a concealed stun gun from within her hair. And she was aiming it at a helpless, entertained Applejack. “LOOK OUT!” She screamed, warning her friend from the oncoming assault before shoving her away, the two stun needles gracing her face so close she felt the electric tingle on her cheek.

She fell to the ground and only heard Aria complaining to Vignette. “I give you a perfect chance and you blow it!? You’re such a fucking useless whore, Vignette!” Looking up, she saw Vignette draw a second stun gun. “I got another!” She replied, but her plans were thwarted by Spike. “HEY!”

Oh, that fucking does it! Sour Sweet thought as she hurriedly got back to her feet with the intent of fucking up the delicate Vignette for cheating in their fight. She was about to rush over past Applejack when she felt something grab her by the arm.

“Come here, you freckled whore!” Aria cried out angrily at her.

Seeing Applejack turning back to check on what was going on, she shouted back at Aria. “Bring it, you discounted piece of sushi!” She countered as she gave Applejack one final nod. Despite wanting to teach Vignette a lesson, seeing her cowering before the approaching behemoth that was Applejack, she felt satisfied and safe in the knowledge that the streamer would get a nice and proper beating. She then felt the siren drag her in for a sucker punch, but she dodged it, managing to return the gesture with a hard punch to Aria’s cheek.

The siren barely flinched but it was enough to loosen her grip. They stood in front of the other, smiling widely, for what felt like ages before Aria chuckled. “Funny. I didn’t know you could actually throw a half-decent punch, Sour. It almost stings.”

“And I would say I was surprised that you cheated on Applejack or that you had a hand on pummeling two of my friends like a damn coward. But I never trusted you. I always knew you three smelled like shit. Though I was wrong with Sonata, two out of three ain’t a bad score, Aria,” Sour Sweet replied, crackling her neck and knuckles for the fight that was bound to happen. “I hope Applejack doesn’t mind me knocking your cheating ass around.”

“Please, we both know I’m the better between you and I,” Aria proclaimed with smug superiority. “Tell me, what are you hoping to gain, Sweet?”

“Nothing but a good scrap and your ass on the grass,” Sour Sweet replied before throwing two quick jabs at the air. “O what if you beat me up a little? I’m not Vignette or Sugarcoat, you won’t just steamroll me and double tag Applejack. Heh, I wonder if she’ll give in and use her power to break your brittle wittle bones one by one like twigs for what you did,” she chuckled. “You know, I actually don’t hate you for cheating on Applejack. I saw that one coming a mile away. I warned her plenty of times. Hell, even that weed-head of Tree Hugger saw through your bullshit. What I really can’t fucking stand is your bitchery. You should’ve gone with it from the start instead of playing the ‘girlfriend game’.”

“Do you have any idea what is like to lose everything you had? Your power? Your abilities? Your purpose? I do. That old fart and his friends took us away from our morsels and the local power ranger knock-off squad ended up destroying whatever we had left. And now even Sonata betrayed us,” Aria chuckled darkly. “I have years of pent-up frustration in me and I’m ready to let it go~”

Just as they were about to launch at each other, a loud ‘K-Kyyyaaaaaahhhhhh!’ undoubtedly produced by Adagio Dazzle. Sour Sweet had to spit to avoid laughing. Meanwhile Aria...

“AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH! SCREAM AGAIN, DAGGY!” Aria shouted and laughed at the same time.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, ARIA!” Adagio shouted back.

Taking the chance to strike, Sour Sweet closed the distance between them in just two quick wide steps. Aria, still trying to get a hold of herself, noticed her too late and got a roundhouse kick to her stomach.

“GAAAAH! BITCH!” Aria shouted, but before she could do anything else, two quick jabs to her face greeted her. Followed by another hard punch across her damaged cheek, swelling it a bit more. She spat a mix of saliva and blood before seeing Sour Sweet trying to perform an uppercut.

Sour Sweet was smiling, her surprise assault worked and had gotten a few good hits in. Just as she was about to connect her uppercut, she knew her luck had run out as she saw Aria’s wide smile. She caught her fist with an open hand, deflecting her punch before returning the strike with three lightning-fast hits to her right eye, left cheek, and her nose. They weren’t hard enough to break anything or even draw blood, but they were effective at breaking her focus.

“UUFFFHH!” Sour Sweet gasped for air as a second later a hard knee-strike hit her in the gut. Still, without air, dizzy, and slightly confused, she managed to throw two hard punches right after the other, the first one grazed Aria’s cheek while the second connected with her mouth, busting her lower lip.

The two angry, defiant, tough girls traded a series of blows for the next twenty seconds or so with no one gaining the upper hand over the other. Frustrated by the stalemate, Aria threw a kick aimed directly at Sour Sweet’s crotch. The freckled girl blocked it in time with both hands… and Aria smiled.

Acting quickly on her perfect opening, the siren proceeded to discombobulate her foe but slapping against her unprotected ears. Then, with her foe at her mercy, she grabbed her ponytail only to headbutt her face, breaking her nose in the process as a river of crimson blood poured out of it. Her smile died a little when, instead of a cry of pain, she felt two hands firmly grasp the base of her twin-tails. She watched a teary-eyed Sour Sweet reel back her head only to drive her forehead against her face. Not being stupid enough to let it happen but unable to stop her, she turned her head away as much as she could, just enough to avoid getting her nose broken in turn though her left cheek served as sacrifice.

“LET GO!” Aria cried out before elbowing Sour Sweet’s left eye. The pain and the impact were enough to force her hands open. Smiling sadistically, she grabbed her foe’s head only to deliver a knee-strike to it.

Sour Sweet could barely think straight through the pain of getting a knee to the face shortly after having her nose broken. She didn’t feel herself hitting the ground but she did feel the siren sitting on her belly before she began to pummel her face with blow after blow after blow.

“You’re not Applejack, but you sure are good for a proper warm-up!” Aria declared as she continued to relentlessly punch the freckled girl’s face. Nose, mouth, neck, eyes. It didn't matter. She only stopped after nearly twenty punches had landed. She looked at her for a moment before taking aim, raising a fist, and delivering the strongest punch yet right on her right eye. “Well, damn, still conscious? What the fuck are you made out of?”

Sour Sweet had lost her ability to speak but still made an effort to move her lips. That caught Aria’s attention and the sadistic glee that was practically glowing out of her diminished as she leaned closer to hear her speak. She took that moment to spit all the mixed blood and spit that had pooled in her mouth during her pummeling and spat it across Aria’s face. Fuck, my aim is terrible. And I call myself an archer? ...I wanted to hit her eyes! She complained to herself before watching the surprise in Aria’s eyes turn into pure, unrelenting, unbending hate.

As a final act of defiance, she smiled at the siren and flipped her off.

“You… YOU!” Aria got to her feet in a single movement only to then viciously kick Sour Sweet in her midsection. The yellow-skinned girl rolled on the grass and dirt for a few meters until she stopped her by firmly planting a foot on her back. Then, repeating her previous tactic, she sat on her lower back, effectively straddling her beneath her. Then, ever so gently and with all the care a clawed predator could have when handling its prey, she dug her nails against Sour Sweet’s scalp as her fingers pressed onto her skull.

Then, she began to slam her already bloodied and abused face against the ground relentlessly. All whilst laughing maniacally.

For Sour Sweet, however, pain and reality were now the exact same thing but even so, even as consciousness slipped from her mind hit after merciless hit, and all her vision could see were blurry images of green, brown, and encroaching darkness, she did not scream nor cried out. Until, suddenly, it all ended with a final yank at her head.

For Aria, instead, her fun ended when a miniature bulldozer tackled her to the side.

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The two girls rolled on the ground for a few seconds as the inertia of the tackle played its part. When it ended, the two coughed but Aria was the first to recover. Using her legs, she pushed back against Applejack’s stomach managing to disentangle herself from her assailant but at the cost of ripping half her top wear, leaving one of her breasts exposed.

As they stood up, Aria chuckled. “What’s wrong, AJ? Fancy a quick fuck or do you want to suck on my tits that badly?”

“Ah ain’t got no humor to play around yer fucking games, Aria. Amma beat your cheating, backstabbing, lying shitter ‘til my bones are achin’,” Applejack replied, throwing the ripped piece of cloth to the side; her face unchanging from the angry glare she was giving her ex-girlfriend.

“Ohhhh boohoo-fucking-hoooo! Let me guess, you’re angry because you thought we had something special? Because you thought we were in love? Pleeeeeease! That’s so damn pathetic and childish I want to puke! Love doesn’t exist! You were nothing but my pawn this entire time and you fell for it, you dumb cow milker,” she ended with a chuckle. Then, she raised her blood-stained hands, still dripping with fresh crimson paint. “Lookie here! Sour Cunt was generous enough to give me a nice nail polish! It fits me well, don’t you think?”

“Ah know you’re trying to make me angry, Aria. It ain’t gonna work,” cracking her knuckles, she spat at the ground. “There’s nothing you can do or say right now that will make me angrier than I am. And yeah,” she chuckled, confusing the siren. “Ah really was a fool ‘cause I really felt something fer yah. You are cocky like Dash, and I friggin hate that, but also love it. You’re self-righteous, impudent, and a fucking hard-ass, but you ain’t all bark and no bite. You know you’re tough shit and you like being tough shit. I liked that about you,” she growled. “Ah had fun. It was fun being with you… and Ah think a part of you also liked it.”

“Gotta hand it to you that you fucked well, but other than that, nah. Not really,” Aria smiled wickedly. “What I really want is to beat your fucking ass and then the asses of the rest of your cheerleading squad. Maybe I’ll make a collar from your fallen teeeeeeth~,” she sang, mocking her in absolute disdain.

“...Good. Then I really don’t have any excuse to hold back,” she smiled. “Don’t worry. I won’t use my powers. Unlike you, Ah have honor.”

Before Aria could come back with a witty retort, she was surprised by Applejack closing the distance between them in the blink of an eye. Thankfully for her, the distance was enough to allow her some reaction time. She dodged the blow and grabbed her wrist. Using the momentum to her favor, she hit Applejack’s stomach with a knee before throwing her over her back.

Aria was surprised, however, when instead of seeing Applejack rolling on the ground and thrashing in pain she instead used her other arm to support her weight as she fell, pushed back using her insane strength, and jumped to her feet, coughing only after landing and holding her bruised belly. “What happened to that honor shit you were spewing, AJ?”

“I won’t use my powers… on you,” she smiled before coming to rest against her barn’s wall. “You’re not the only one that can lie, coward.”

Aria’s eyes widened and she snarled. “I’m not a coward! I fear nothing and no-one!”

Applejack smirked. “Says the damned bitch that cried on my shoulder about her broken necklace~,” she taunted. “Come on, Ariel, sing for me again.”

Aria’s twin tails rose up in anger, her teeth shifting into fangs for a moment as she saw nothing but red. Charging forth, she struck against Applejack, throwing a punch that she evaded. Her punch was strong enough to break the wooden wall of the barn but she didn’t stop there, as she kicked upwards trying to reach Applejack. She was successful in hitting her left arm but, in turn, received a quick jab to her ribs from her ex-girlfriend.

The two girls pulled apart, their glares meeting mid-air. The bystanders could clearly see sparks form in the air between them as they stood up, tall and proud, and closed the distance between each other until their breasts were pressing together. Then, Aria threw the first punch, hitting Applejack’s left cheek.

Applejack returned the gesture with a punch of her own. Neither moved, neither staggered. They were equally stubborn, unflinching, and filled with rage for different reasons. And they were ready to unleash it all.

Applejack threw the next punch, followed by one of Aria. Then another, and then another. Their attacks flew between the two hated foes, most of them finding a way to be countered, blocked, dodged or just missed, but there were some that found their marks even as they advanced.

“AAAAAAARRRRRRRRIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Applejack shouted at the top of her lungs while punches flew haphazardly.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Aria laughed maniacally, finding the situation funny or simply lost in her bloodlust was anyone’s guess.

No kicks, scratches, slaps, pulling, pushing, or fancy moves were at play during their exchange. It was a battle of endurance, hatred, tenacity, and sheer single-minded stubbornness. The punches, hard-balled fists of bone, flesh, and muscle began to draw more blood, this time from the two combatants as it stained the green grass beneath their feet. Both of them unwilling to be defeated in their standoff duel.

It lasted for who knows how long; time itself losing its meaning to them. Until, however, they punched each other’s faces at the same time, breaking their stalemate as both fell to their knees for the first time since their fight began. But they were not done just yet. With anger fueling her, Aria lunged forth, grasping the top and bottom of Applejack’s clothes. She yanked at them with all her might tough it only ripped away some of her bottom part, enough to expose her panties, and tearing a gash to her top, barely enough to let one of her nicely-shaped boobs pop out.

Applejack replied with a harsh backslap, making Aria’s turn to the side and spit blood all over the grass. They then stood up again, though only because she was generous enough to grab Aria’s twin-tails and drag her to her feet. For her efforts, she was rewarded with a knee to her crotch.

Aria glared at her ex-girlfriend, seeing her grit her teeth but not fall or bend over making her even more furious than before. Her fury had to wait for another time because, as she tried to move back, her back hit her van. Sparing just a single glance to look at it, she cursed internally as she was now backed into a corner. She barely dodged a powerful blow from Applejack, it impacted against her van creating a small dent. She took this moment to throw a hard, hateful punch at her ribs.

“AAArrrrggghhhh!” Applejack cried instantly, her ribs crying in agony. She ignored if any had been broken or fractured but the damage had been severe for her to feel it through her adrenalin-pumped system and the anger clouding her vision. She then felt Aria grabbing her shoulder before shoving her back against the van. Before she could react, the siren kissed her.

But it was not a sexy, hungry, or even angry kiss. It was one filled with contempt, repugnance, and sadistic malice. She was mocking her through and through. The kiss lasted a few seconds before Aria pulled back.

Then, much to Aria’s dismay, Applejack grabbed her head only to force her back into a heavy, prolonged make-out session of pure anger. The metallic taste of each other’s blood marking the intent of their kiss while their tongues swirled around each other; a battlefield merely replaced by another. It only lasted a few seconds before Applejack turned the tables on her, now slamming her against her own van to take dominance.

While they kissed, wild punches, tearing, scratching, and pulling was the norm as they continued to fight, ever-shifting who got to dominate the other during their scuffle.

They finally pulled apart, a small torrent of blood mixed with saliva fell to the ground. Applejack with an unreadable expression while Aria smiled widely and sadistically, eager for more. The siren spat at Applejack’s face, blinding her right eye. This caused the farm girl to take a step back, freeing Aria from her hold. She followed up with a hard knee to her stomach and then a hard punch at the back of her head.

Applejack was dizzied from the blows. The pain was mounting, her injuries were numerous, now she lacked air, and her focus was off. She knew Aria was ready to end the fight. She barely had time to look up to see the siren; the one she had genuinely felt affection towards; spread her arms wide.

Aria slapped Applejack’s ears, effectively discombobulating her on the spot. The farmer staggered to the side and she knew victory was hers.

“THAT YELLOW DOORMAT IS NEXT!” She boasted, eyes focused on the trembling Fluttershy. She raised her arms, entwining her hands to form a single hammer of flesh meant to strike Applejack’s back and end her once and for all. Her goal of seeing the girl she had played with for months lying on the ground driving her more than her thirst for revenge.

With victory so rightfully assured, it was no wonder why Aria couldn’t hear the gritting teeth of the apple farm, her muscles tensing up, and her senses swiftly replaced by nothing but determination and the will to drive her into the ground. When her strike fell upon Applejack, instead of laughing at her fall, it felt more like striking an anvil. Unflinching, unmoving, unbending.

The next thing Aria knew was an intense, pulsating pain in her gut. All the air in her lungs and stomach was pushed out of her body alongside a load of blood that stained Applejack’s back and golden hair.

In a fast flurry of punches, Applejack struck Aria’s midsection over twenty times with hard, powerful blows as she rose up. Finally, she ended it all with two punches, one across each of Aria’s cheeks, grabbing her head and slamming it against the van, and a last uppercut and nearly instantly rattled Aria’s brain inside her skull.

The siren slumped to the ground like a ragdoll, but not unconscious; a true testament to her stubbornness and will.

Applejack knelt and grabbed her by the throat, forcing her to look her in the eye. “For the record, Aria, only my friends can call me AJ,” she said before headbutting the siren, finally knocking her out without giving her a final petty attack. “Worst part is, sugarcube, I really thought you had changed. Well, at least Sonata did.”

Spitting a wad of blood on Aria’s head, she turned to see the rest of the mayhem.

Chapter 3 End.

Author's Note

Special thanks to anyone that read this!