It was as pretty a day as ever at Sweet Apple Acres. The sun was shining bright and high in the sky and the sound of birdsong rang across the hilly fields. The scent of ripe apples hung sweet and pungent in the air, overpowering almost everything else. Aside from the peaceful sounds of nature, everything seemed quiet, undisturbed, At least, until the sound of angry, almost squeaking screeching broke the tranquility. Down below the boughs of the sturdy, heavily laden apple trees of the orchards was the source of the noise, a small brown and orange pony with a curious, angry red bump growing steadily aside her blonde mane. "You did that on PURPOSE!" Stout Pout squeaked angrily, her tiny form near trembling with her tantrum.Her sister Blackjack cast a quick look between her enraged older sibling to a bruised apple lying at her feet, and then back at Stout's gaze. A sheepish expression crossed her muzzle as she lifted a foreleg anxiously. "I...uh..." Was all that she managed to sputter out as her ears laid back and she shrank back a bit from Stout's anger.Beside Blackjack, Applejack struggled to stifle the laughter that was threatening to bubble up at the scene, recalling a similar time as a filly when she had been learning to buck. Time and again, her eldest daughter's explosive temper surprised her, though she knew the tantrums were short-lived and mostly harmless. "C'mon now, sugarcube, ya know your sister wasn't trying to knock them apples at ya. Sometimes these things happen," Applejack attempted to soothe, bringing herself to her hooves and stepping over to Stout Pout. She nudged her gently with her nose, breaking the outraged filly's aggressive stance.Stumbling a little, Stout puffed out her cheeks in more apparent fury before drawing in a deep breath and seeming to deflate with a huge, heavy sigh. Ears still laid back and her lips twisted in a pout, she grumbled something unintelligible. "Fine, I guess," She gave sourly, taking a few large, angry stomps away from the tree they had been practicing bucking on and ensuring she was far out of range of falling apples before plopping down on her haunches.Troubleshoes, who at first had been stricken with concern at his daughter's angry and the angry mark on her head, watched the still grumpy filly. "Let's go take care of that bump," He rumbled in a gentle tone, turning to walk back towards the farmhouse.Stout Pout huffed another deep breath and a snort before glaring one last time at her younger sister before turning on her heel and following after their father, still internally fuming, as she was wont to do.Once the two were safely out of earshot, Applejack turned to her youngest foal, a brow cocked in question. "We've gotta work on yer buckin' aim, darlin'. 'Nother fix like that and your sister might explode," She half-scolded.Blackjack could only continue to nod and grin abashedly up at her mother.----------So, long story, short, Blackjack is both really lucky and unlucky, and that goes for bucking. Once grown up when she bucks she's like to get every single apple off of the tree easily, but woe to any other pony standing nearby, as they tend to get beaned in the noggin with apples that didn't quite make their mark of falling in the basket. Troubleshoes himself doesn't buck, but enjoys the lessons mama AJ teaches Stout and Blackjack, letting him keep watch over his two little girls and helping keep trouble to a minimum.The OC featured here 'Blackjack' has absolutely nothing to do with the similarly named character from Fo:E. She was named Blackjack before I even knew the fic existed, due to three reasons:1) Her mother is AppleJACK.2) She is white and BLACK in color.3) Her talent is luck/unluck.------------------------------------------------------Want to commission me? Check out my most recent commission prices and send me a message!------------------------------------------------------Follow me on Twitch!www.twitch.tv/bijutsuyoukai------------------------------------------------------Art (C) 2018