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There was a small tree shivering overhead. A brisk breeze knocked a twig loose and it fell straight down onto Applejacks busted leg. Her eyes fly open and she bites her lips. Her entire face turned bright red before she feels around wildly before she finally pulls off her hat and bites down on the brim of the beaten up leather.
She chews strongly on the good leather for a few seconds trying to relieve a bit of pressure. Leaving large bite marks all across it. Like a dog had got at it. She finally pulls it free of her steel jaws and screams into it as loudly as she can. Muffling herself with her fist. She finally pulls her red and sweaty tear streaked face out of it. She was in gross amounts of pain. And she was afraid.
That was the worse thing, that she was downright terrified about what was going to happen next! She shivers and grips her shoulders trying to keep herself from getting even colder. They were still at the bottom of the pit, Rarity had gathered a few piles of brush to use as a sort of make shift bedding and tied together some long sticks and leaned them against the side of the pit. So they had the barest bones of a shelter.
Of course the twig had fallen straight through the one small hole in the roof. Applejack bit her lip until she felt like blood was going to start to pool out. She wipes her sweaty face. She remembers how long they can go. Her family were farmers, you either picked up useful survival information while roughing it or else you straight up died.
"Three hours. Three days. Three weeks." Three hours without shelter. Three days without water. Three weeks without any substantial food. They weren't in an awful place. They were close to a nice clear stream which would help them a lot. And she was sure that there were fish in there. She had swallowed a few minnows when they went over the water fall. So food could also be taken care of. The leg was the most dangerous thing.
It had been too late to set it. But Applejack figured she could do it. It would be painful. But she was tougher then a nail in a screw barrel. She would be able to take whatever this wild untamed forest decked out their way. But she wasn't sure if Rarity was able to take it. She glances over at the teenager. Who is sleeping on her side in the fetal position with her arms around her and shivering slightly on her bed of leaves. Applejack quirks an eyebrow. Somehow the girl had managed to pick all of the green leaves that were surprisingly dry. It was actually impressive her attention to detail and how she was able to find exactly what she wanted.
It was endlessly frustrating when they were on a time crunch, but Rarity was able to get away with it since she was just downright adorable. And Applejack would stand by that remark. She breathes through her nose as she gets off of her back and sits before tentatively touching her leg. Another nail of pain pulses through her entire body and she gasps in concentration. Trying not to scream and wake up the young woman who is snoozing beside her. Applejack sighs, this is going to be bad. If they don't get out of the woods soon then this could get really dangerous really fast.
The wind howls and the night seems to lighten as the clouds move across the moon. Applejack glances around before her eyes finally settles on the form of the sleeping fashion obsessed young woman.
Rarity is shivering, her arms wrapped tightly around her body and her head buried against the dirt. There were some twigs in her hair and there was a thick scattering of leaves over her body.
Applejack sighs. She also shivers and rubs her arms aggressively. They were going to need a fire soon, not just for heat but also for light and to signal anyone around who might be looking for them. Rarity shivers even more violently this time.
Applejack reaches over and bites her lip trying not to cry out from the pain in her leg. She grabs Rarity's shoulder and shakes her firmly. "Hey. Hey you, wake up."
Applejack snaps making Rarity blink in exhaustion before looking at her friend.
"What?" She says before covering her face. "Don't look at me I feel puffy."
"You're not puffy you're just sleeping in a hole. Get over here we need to conserve some body heat." Applejack said as she shifts around a little. Rarity glances around blushing before she scoots closer. She was getting dirt on her very expensive clothes.
"What do you mean...what exactly are you...Oh." She cuts herself off as Applejack wraps her in a hug and pulls her closer. Their clothes were thin but closer together a small ball of heat began to grow between Applejack's stomach and Rarity's back.
"Okay. Yes that is better thank you." Rarity says softly as she rubs the large strong hands that held her thin dainty wrists and upper arms. Applejack squeezed them and rubbed trying to keep herself from burrowing her face in Rarity's hair. It is hard, there is so much of it. And a lot of it was right in her face. Applejack turned her head and breathed a little, grateful that Rarity was facing away from her, otherwise she would have seen the bright red blush across Applejacks face.
"You are cold. I was cold. At least we can be cold together." Applejack mumbles trying to keep her voice steady. Her eyes close as she feels Rarity's overly dramatic shivering slowly depart and then cease entirely. Applejack breathes easier. She already feels better. Safer. Everything was going to be just fine.
"Would you calm down? Everything is going to be just fine." Applebloom snaps as Scootaloo shifts around uncomfortably and finally faces her country themed best friend.
"Are you sure about that? Because last time I checked we were stuck in the middle of nowhere with few supplies and no one knows where we are!"
"People know where we are. I told my family where I was going. What did you tell your aunts? Did you just not tell them where we were going?" Applebloom says with a surprised smirk.
"That's besides the point! We got separated from your sisters and now they are probably dead!" Scootlaoo replies with a firm sniff. "Which is what we are all going to be if-"
Sweetiebelle shifts in her sleep before sitting up right beside the girls rubbing her small tired eyes. Her hair curlers were placed delicately in and she had a small face mask on. Her mom and sister had drilled into her head over and over again that beauty was never tarnished and to always moisturize even when you are out in the middle of the woods or in the middle of a dangerous survival situation.
(In fact they focused more on trying to look presentable over the whole getting rescued part. None of the women were very interested in getting lost in the woods.)
"Are you two talking about boys?" She yawns stretching and glancing over at her whispering besties as they sit in the cramped tent with most of the space being taken up by duffel bags and rope. Scoots and Bloom roll their eyes in good natured frustration.
"No Sweetie." They both chime in at once. She nods before grinning goofily and leaning over to drape herself dramatically across them.
"Because there's this one boy-" She starts sighing in delight as her eyes grow wide and shine as if they have a thousand suns and a million hearts inside of them. The two other girls groan and roll their eyes again.
"We know Sweetie." Scootaloo starts before Applebloom covers her friends mouth and shakes her head in distress.
"We both know that won't do anything when she gets like this. We are doomed, but to listen to little miss heartbreak over here." Applebloom says thumbing towards a now pouting Sweetie whose eyes are still very very wide and searching.
"Oh bite me. So what if I like to be romantic a lot!"
"Not a lot." Scootaloo deadpans.
"Literally all the time." Applebloom adds.
"It's actually concerning." Scootaloo nods in agreement.
"We think that you might have a serious problem and while we want to help you we have no idea how without hurting your feelings."
"Are you both done now?" Sweetie complains with a quirked eyebrow before Applebloom shrugs and sits up. This is just like one of their sleepovers, but instead of them all being at someones house instead they are in a small flimsy tent in the middle of the woods with a bunch of wild animals and a very cold howling wind blowing around them.
If anything it is actually cozier and nicer then some of their other ones.
"Yeah more or less. Go for it bud." Sweetie starts to open her mouth, closes it and then grins goofily before squishing her cheeks and getting a few small green specks on her fingertips.
"I just really really really like this one specific guy. He's cute, and nice, and sweet and hard working..."She sighs in delight before Scootaloo flicks her on the forehead causing her to wince and scowl.
"OW! HEY!"
"You said the exact same thing about the four previous guys that you dated. And if I remember right one was a stealing stuff from you, one played video games and ignored you all the time, another one cheated on you, and the last guy...what was it? He was too obsessed with his mom? Or he was too lazy? Or he didn't put in any effort in your relationship? Or am I thinking of the last seven previous guys that you-"
"Okay, yes I get it." Sweetie Belle says with a frown before turning over onto her back and scowling at the tent flap. "This guy is different though, I've known him since forever so I've had time to get a decent read on his personality. I know that he won't do any of that stuff to me. I'll make sure of it." She growls before smacking the tent floor.
"Way to sound like a yandere." Scootaloo smirks and chuckles.
"Way to sound like an anime nerd." Applebloom quips as she sits up and winces as the tent top rubs against her head. It sucked being the tallest and built so strong, especially compared to her best friends who never seemed to get bigger.
"Okay. Fine. You're right, we are done talking about boys tonight." Sweetie Belle says blushing and trying to distract the two.
"Nope. Now I'm all wired and want to know. Come on, tell us. Is he cute? Does he have a stupid hair cut? Is he older then you?" Scoot teases her friend before poking Sweetie in the side and making her gasp and squeal before batting at her, now laughing helplessly as her friends keep on trying to make her laugh.
Spike was snoring fitfully in his small tent. He had hit the hay and gone straight to sleep. But it was hard to stay asleep on the hard ground. He snorts and blinks a little bit, the girls are howling beside him. He sits up and rubs his forehead before moaning, it sucked that he had agreed to do this. He had thought that it would be something a lot...funner...Like cute girls in swimsuits. But so far he had just been used as a pack mule.
"Stupid hormones. Getting my hopes up." He mumbles before shifting over trying to get comfortable, he misses his bed. And internet. He wonders where Rarity and Applejack are and how soon until he can go home.
A wolf pauses at a crossroads in the woods and glances around sniffing. Trying to decide which one to go down. Both would lead to meat, it could tell. But it just had to choose the easier meat to eat.
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