Granny Smith jammed Flam’s rolled up socks into his muzzle. She sat down on the couch, giving the rope leash on her prisoner a contemptuous tug. Flam tried to jerk his way out of the ropes, but to no avail. All he could do was stare at Applejack’s apparent “cousin” and her frilly underwear.

“Break inna mah farm, will ya?” she sneered through her fangs. “Try ‘n’ murder mah kin…”

Flam looked over the young mare… it took him a while to figure out that this was, indeed, granny smith.

He tried to let out a muffled apology only to take a sharp hoof to the face from the strangely rejuvenated granny.

“Put a sock in it!” She demanded.

Hoofsteps came down the wooden stairs. It was applejack, cracking her knuckles looking at Flam with a scowl.

“Applebloom got ta sleep… poor filly’s never been so tired. Probably ain’t slept sound in months.” she said. Flam tried to shrink away from the orange mare.

Applejack paced around Flam, fists clenched. Flam slowly shook his head. “Pull a gun on mah sister…” she sneered, barely containing her anger. “I oughtta drain you like an apple…”

“Ah don’t think this low hangin’ fruit-fly turd deserves to be no vampony, Applejack.” Granny Smith. “Burn the dang body when yer done!”

Flam’s eyes went wide with terror.

Applejack shook her head.

“Ah’d love nothin’ more, but an urn is too good fer this spittoon tonguecleanin’… cactus shovin’- pear eatin’- lower ‘n’ a-” angrier with each passing moment she turned away to collect herself.

Flam was even mroe frightened… if these two weren’t going to kill him, or turn him into one of them, what were they going to do?

“Nuh uh… both of these boot-snakes are gonna spend the rest o’ their lives as blood dolls, punchin’ bags an’ fucktoys.” Applejack looked out toward the everfree forest through the window.

Flam tried to mumble something through his wadded socks, but the two mares weren’t listening. Applejack clenched her fist tighter as Flam’s idiotic muffled babbling irritated her more and more until she delivered a quick blow to the head, mercifully knocking him unconscious. She hoped it gave him brain damage.

“Big Mac can have him. Tell him to bring him on down to the brood when he’s done!”

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This is the deviantart friendly next part of Blood Ties, the Applejack storyline in Elements of Nightfall. Which reminds me I also need to do the cloudsdale one.