It had been a month or so since the incident with the Curative tonic, and Flim and Flam had nothing to show for it anymore except for bottles upon bottles of apple-and-beet juice. There was nothing more the two brothers hated right now than the fact that they had failed yet again thanks to an orange-colored farm pony.
It was a rather warm summer night as they walked up to the barn door. The two salesmen looked pathetic. They were more or less wanted con men now, and had been kept out of most towns because of their conduct. When they had once introduced themselves as the legendary Flim Flam Brothers, they were now just that - legendarily infamous. Knocking lightly on the door to the farm home, the two brothers passed a quick look at one another and slowly removed their hats. Waiting for the mare who had caused them all of this strife, and all of their problems.<|im_end|>
Applejack was worn out as she sat there with her jeans hugging to her shapely legs, her flannel shirt tied up under her breasts. Her long blonde hair was braided away from her face, but just as she was about to take off her boots, she heard a faint knock. Big Mac wasn't in the storage barn, so it couldn't have been him.
She reached the door to see the FlimFlam twins standing there, looking like they had been caught in a dragon migration. Smiling, she leaned against the half-open door, her breasts pushing up slightly. "Howdy, boys," she said, smirking. "What can I do you for?" She knew they had fucked up, but why were they here? They had tried to destroy her family's farm on several occasions.
"Applejack, who is it?" Applebloom stepped out of the kitchen in her shorts and simple shirt.
"Nothing you should worry about, Sugar Cube," she called to her little sister before turning back to the twins. Slowly, she stepped out and closed the door behind her. "What do you two want?"<|im_end|>