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Applejack let out a hot huff from her nostrils as she watched her sister fiddle with the lock. The familiar click grated against her ears. She hated that noise. But on some level, she was able to endure that awful sound because in the privacy of her room, the only people who held this authority over her were Big Mac & Granny Smith - her elders.

Not her little sister.

"Told ya I'd be holdin' these keys for ya one of these days." Applebloom looked up at her, that innocent smile melting into a malicious smirk. The youngest apple daughter looked as giddy as a cat at a mouse convention. How could she not? Years of being under her big sister's watchful eye, but now that she was 18, she was being trusted with the responsibility of keeping Applejack in line.

"Smile while ya can, ya little..."

"Applejack."

That sudden sharp tone sent a shiver up Applejack's spine. She felt her teeth clench, frustrated at how her sister could make her feel so helpless.

"Ya weren't gonna swear, were ya~?"

"No."

Apple Bloom cocked an eyebrow. "No...?"

The older sister pouted, her cheeks growing even hotter. "No, ma'am."

"That's a relief." Apple Bloom smiled, finally getting off her knees. "For a second, ah thought I'd have to make ya cut a switch. And we wouldn't want that, now would we?"

Somehow, Applejack was sure that Apple Bloom liked that idea a bit more than she was letting on...