Autobots In Equestria

Chapter 6

Daring Do was flying towards the nearest town, which to her understanding was known as Ponyville. She needed to report what she found to Celestia, but she first had to do something about that spike in her hand. The ram may have spared her, but the spike intruding her hand is not only painfully annoying but also deadly if left unchecked.

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Ironhide followed Applejack through the orchid.

"So, what exactly am I supposed to do?"

Applejack replied, "We just need to get all of these apples harvested before the end of the season."

"All of them?" He looked at the entire field.

"Yep. Luckily, Big Macintosh will be able to help us this year. Last year a tree branch fell on him and he wasn't able to help. Trust me, ya don't want to know what all happened then."

"Okay… Estimating the time it'll take to climb up there and-"

"Climb? That's not the way we do it here."

The weapon specialist looked at her confused. He knew that it would be difficult to pick the apples while climbing the trees, but to not climb them would make it even more difficult.

"What?"

"Nothin'. Just trying to figure out how you do this."

"Easy. Just watch me."

She walked up to a tree and set a few baskets over some nice groups of apples. It then only took one roundhouse kick from her to send all of those apples to the baskets. Ironhide could only watch in amazement while trying to figure out how such a feat could be possible. Applejack looked back at Ironhide and said, "Now you try it."

"Um… Okay…"

He walked up to another tree while Applejack set the baskets under the ideal spots. He had brute strength. Surely this will be and easy task, right? He repeated the motion Applejack did, but only got a sixteenth of the apples in the tree into the baskets. He tried again with more force but got even less than he did the first time. Applejack giggled a little as Ironhide was getting a little annoyed. Having enough, the Autobot opted to use his fist this time around. He got a few more apples than he did the last times and sore knuckles to show for it.

"Maybe we try something else for you. Think you can carry those baskets of apples to the barn?"

Ironhide simply shrugged and loaded two baskets into the truck bed. He then hefted up two more onto his shoulders, giving Applejack a very good view of his muscular arms and chest.

"Which way?" he asked.

She simply pointed in the direction of the barn; too flustered to speak if the deep blush on her cheeks were any indication. She kept her gaze on the Autobot's figure (I.E. his backside) as he walked away with his Topkick following close behind, wiping away the trail of drool from the side of her mouth. From the living room window, Granny Smith watched the entire scene through a pair of binoculars and laughed at her granddaughter's behavior.

"He-heh-heh-heh-he! She's her mother's daughter, alright!"

She continued laughing as she also kept an open photo album on her lap. The most notable picture was one of a large, burly red Earth Pony stallion with a black mane wearing a military uniform and a Stetson hat holding a young red-furred with a blonde mane. Standing next to them was an orange Mare of the same type as the stallion with a long golden blonde mane; she was holding a very young, possibly newborn, filly in her arms as she had a big beautiful smile.

Below the photo was a simple sentence, listing off the names of those in the picture.

'Rambo Apple, Macintosh Apple, Applejack, and Orange Blossom.'