Apple Harvesting

  The day was cool as the autumn breeze fluttered through the air, well, as much as burrowgatory can have an ‘Autumn Breeze’. The small group of Succubuns slowly made their way down into a bountiful apple orchard as they carried baskets of all sizes with them. The small group consisted of Bronx, Draco, Silas, and Millie, four roommates who always took this time of year to collect as many apples as they could for a variety of reasons. 

  Millie loved to bake when anxious or stressed so they always kept a surplus for her in the kitchen, Bronx loved to snack on them during the day between meals since he had a horrid time remembering to eat said meals, Silas took some to his girlfriend– what she used them for he had no clue–, and Draco secreted his hoard away for some ungodly experiments with a Succubun any of them had yet to meet. 

  Millie herself was at the head of the group as the other three lagged behind, stopping at some of the most picked over trees while she headed towards the back of the orchard for the less chosen trees. The small, pink flamed bun sat on top of a ladder, tail wrapped around it for balance, as she picked shiny red apples- some even green or yellow-, plopping them gently in the basket on the basket holder; the bun hummed softly to herself as bickering could be heard in the distance between Bronx and Silas over… lords know what. 

  A soft voice from below her ladder had the pink, normally stoic but bimbo-ish bun, letting out a high pitched squeal and nearly toppling over before she caught onto a tree branch for stability. The soft voice came from her friend Heather who stood there, a small laugh escaping her.

  “Heather, by the demons, you scared the life out of me!” She ranted, shaking her little hoof playfully down at the other bun.

  “Sorry Mil, I just wanted to say hi.” Heather fiddled with her ears nervously but smiled up at Millie.

  Millie laughed again and waved as she dropped an apple in her basket with her other hoof. “Hey, Heather, what’re you doing out here, I thought Silas was picking for you?”

  “I am.” A deep voice startled both of them and almost caused Millie to fall again, this time with an indignant screech.

  “Silas you fucker!” Millie screamed.

  Silas, the larger envious bun, leaned down to nuzzle Heather’s cheek and nearly purr at her, before he stood back up to smirk at Millie.

  “Keep your head on a swivel, roomie.” 

  Bronx and Draco snickered at the pink bun as she stuck her tongue out at them.

  Millie rolled her eyes as she went back to picking apples for her Autumn supply as her roommates and Heather went to pick apples nearby, though Drco dipped out early due to ‘business’. As all of the Succubuns moved down the row of trees, picking… way too many apples in the process, they talked about this and that before starting the trek, with a pull cart, back to their respective houses- though Silas went with Heather to help her with her apples. All in all it was a wonderful day, Millie thought, as she lay back on her bed staring at her canopied ceiling with a look of contentment on her face, eyes falling closed not moments later.