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There was no place she'd rather be in all of equestria than her home, but part of having a home meant having to leave it sometimes. Applejack caught the scent in the breeze and smiled. RAW Paste Data The wind ran over the green hills and through the orchards before blowing gently across the hot and dusty country road, smelling like dirt and apples. He stepped back uneasily as she looked at all three of them pleadingly, before shock overcame her face. He flinched out of the way before glaring angrily down at her, but his gaze was met with a look of worry on Applejack's face as her cheeks blew up bigger and bigger, the cider in her bubbling away violently, her hide creaking and groaning. He breathed out.and out.and out.and out.Applejack's body getting huge and taught, until finally.he released her for just a second to get a breath, and she blew a bunch of air in his face. Applejack looked down at their mouths and up at him, her eyes getting wider as she suddenly feared what would happen as soon as he let go. Finally, his head started trembling, his face turning blue, coming to the end of his breath. Some groans escaped Applejack's lips as Big Mac's breath never seemed to end, she just got bigger, and bigger, her belly poking up above the apple trees, her legs getting absorbed by the bulk of her body. Applebloom watched the whole thing nervously, backing away from the two and hiding behind Granny Smith, who stared at the whole thing approvingly. She looked down on him in a panic, her cheeks growing, as her body inflated bigger, and bigger, and bigger, her orange hide creaking at the pressure. The cider inside of her violently bubbled and churned, as her massive, round girth began to swell out even more. Applejack's eyes were wide open as her tiny limbs stood straight out. She leaned to the side, looking over Applejack. What she didn't notice was an old pony behind her with old, quilted saddlebags on and a shawl. She stood there, seething, breathing hard out of her nostrils. She grabbed a handle on one of them with her teeth and carried it over to the line. There were different models, but she didn't bother checking between them. She went inside and looked around, going immediately for the shelf with the bellows on it. Geronimo's Smithings was a large trading post slightly out of the way of some of the more popular walk-ins. The thing that Applejack had been looking forward to the least. When she checked the last item off the list, it was time for the last order of business. She didn't hear any more jokes at her expense, but couldn't help but feel all the eyes on her wherever she went, or notice the grins that came across pony's faces when they spotted her, and her mood got worse. She made her way to the different stalls, trying to keep conversation to a minimum as her saddlebags filled up and items got checked off of her list.
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She'd even made a shopping list, like Twilight always wanted her to do. So, she had planned to buy some extras to compensate. In addition to the perpetually unfinished/broken down barn, there was a fence in the east orchard that needed repairing, and she suspected her younger sister was taking some of the nails and turpentine for her and her friends' clubhouse. So, she was heading into town on her monthly general supply trip. But unlike the numerous apples in the orchards, supplies to run it didn't grow on trees. Walking down the country road with the urban hustle and bustle of ponyville at her back and rolling green hills to her front, smelling the orchards on the wind before cresting that first big hill and seeing sweet apple acres in the distance always gave her a nostalgic feeling. She was terribly prone to being homesick, even into her adulthood (although she hid this from nearly everypony she knew), but over the years she'd learned that going away gave her the opportunity to return home again. The wind ran over the green hills and through the orchards before blowing gently across the hot and dusty country road, smelling like dirt and apples.