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“You know, you could’ve just asked me or your brother to help you out,” Applejack pointed out as she waddled in from behind. Despite her 400-pound lumbering build, she able to easily pass by her little sister, carrying her own apple barrel over her shoulder like it was nothing. “Ain't that right, Big Mac?" She hollered as she dropped the barrel down at the corner of the room.
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“Eeyep!” Big Mac grunted in agreement, seeming to struggle a bit as he followed suit with own barrel of apples.
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“I told y’all I got this!” Apple Bloom insisted, trying not to sound patronized. But Applejack decided to help anyway, taking the heavy barrel and carrying the load herself. “What the hey, sis?!”
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“Sorry, but we told you that this ain’t worth breakin’ your back over,” the bigger sister remarked as she heaved the barrel over to the corner. “Just worry about pickin’ up all those apples back there. We can do the heavy-liftin’ just fine. After all, we gotta put this bulk to good use.” Applejack grinned, flexing and showing off her bulging biceps beneath her blubbery fat. “Right, Big Mac?”
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“Eeyup!” The older brother nodded. Despite carrying a bit of extra weight himself, he didn't mind joining in with his own flexing muscles.
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“If y’all say so,” Apple Bloom shrugged with a smirk towards at her sister as she jokingly jostled with the bingo-winged arm. “Just didn’t think havin’ all this bulk would make you so soft.”
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Applejack rolled her eyes, still cracking a smile at her sister’s snarkiness before handing her an empty barrel. “Very funny, sis. Just keep pickin’ up those apples for us so we can finish up.”
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"Fine," Apple Bloom sighed before turning back towards the yard. “But I know you’re only makin’ me do this cause you can’t bend down far enough without bustin’ your jeans,” she called out.
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“She’s right, you know,” Big Mac suddenly spoke up, taking the bigger sister by surprise.
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“Ah, who asked you?” Applejack retorted with a swift elbow jab.
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Applejack — 405 lbs
Big Mac — 184 lbs
Apple Bloom — 100 lbs