daterape?

>Wake up in the morning and get dressed for your work at Sweet Apple Acres.
>Applejack was nowhere in sight all day.
>You ain't gonna look a gift horse in the mouth.
>Big Mac asks if you wanna hit the bar.
>Shit yeah.
>The two of you hang out all night, yukkin it up like nop0ny's business.
>As you reach your house, you realize that its way to late to send your drunken buddy all the way home alone, so you let him inside.
>He stumbles into the living room and takes his yoke off.
>Ohgod, please no.
>NO.
>PLEASE NO.
>NO!
>He begins to snore.
>Oh. Phew.
>You head up to your room and undress, getting under the covers.
>"Howdy, sugarcube. Thanks fer lettin me in!"
>Big Mac is right in front of you, and he takes a swig of a potion, turning back into Applejack.
>Fuck.
>Could have gone worse.
>She bops you on the head, and you're out like a light.
>You wake in the morning and find a note. You inspect yourself first, and find no evidence of rape.
>>Thanks fer the date sugarcube, ah look forward ta more lahk em.
>You consider telling Applejack that 'date-rape' isn't quite this literal.
>Nah.
Everything went better than expected.