Applerape: Origins

>Be day 128 in Ponyville
>Be crack of fucking dawn.
>Celestia really loves fucking with you doesn't she?
>No matter how many times you get up in the morning, now matter how many hours you spend out there you're always sore.
>You hear a hard knock on your door.
>You can hear her voice calling to your lethargic ass.
>"Mournin sugar cube, ah think ya'll slept long enough. Get yer breakfast in ya and get ta workin."
>Well shit, AJ always getting your ass up bright and early.
>Let's get a small recap going as you're getting out of your bed shall we?
>65 days ago your house burned down to the ground by a certain yellow mare thinking pyromania was your fetish.
>Pyromania isn't your fetish.....
>After that moment Fluttershy naturally offered you a place to stay, which you readily refused.
>You went to Twilight to see if she'd take you in, but with Spike, Owlicious, and now Peewee she had no room for you.
>The Cakes barely had room for Pinkie and their own kids let alone your giant ass.
>Rarity....well lets just say you and Rarity don't see eye to eye....as in she finds your existence disgusting.
>She really doesn't like hairless apes.
>Rainbow said you'd cramp her style....god Rainbow can be a bitch sometimes.
>Rainbow considered you an Egghead ever since you explained your technology to her.
>The only one who'd seemed willing was Applejack.
>Good old honest pone right there.

>However her letting you stay came with a price
>You were to help her and Macintosh work the fields
>Now granted when you first got here you weren't exactly fit.
>Being around a computer didn't exactly leave you time to exercise.
>Not to say you were a fatty fatty mc fat ass
>But you weren't exactly a class A stud either.
>You saw this as an opportunity to finally have something to do other than just sit on your ass, bored, without internet.
>Boy were you in for a work out.
>Your first few days left you in an ice bath after.
>You couldn't buck for shit so you were stuck carrying literally 100's of pounds of apples a day to the cellar.
>As you passed your shirtless form in the mirror you gave yourself a good looking over.
>your moobs had lost the majority of their fat and started becoming the pectorals you'd always wanted.
>Your calves from carrying so many fucking apples were starting to really feel like fucking rocks.
>Your abs were getting in there too, but ya still had some fatness on ya.
>Apple pies and all that good stuff.
>"Are ya comin or what?"
>Oh shit AJ's not amused today.
>You walk out wearing your typical shorts and short sleeved shirt.
>Luckily your 'surprise visit' to Ponyville occurred while you were doing laundry so a good portion of your clothes came with you.
>No need to have the uppity Rarity fucking stitch you some new clothes.

>"Took ya long enough there. Git your behind downstairs Granny's got breakfast ready ta go."
"Alright, alright, just gimmie a moment."
>You rub your sore right shoulder. You probably pulled something from that last batch you had to carry in the night before.
>Good job Anon, always gotta show off your strength don't ya?
>As you head down the stairs and in to the Apple Family's modest kitchen you see Macintosh already digging in to the apples.
"Mornin Mac, Morning Ms. Smith."
>"Now how many times do I gotta tell ya skippie, ya'll can call me Granny if ya want."
>You chuckle to yourself and smile
>You've kept on to that bit of formality. Your parents literally beat manners in to you so the 'mr,' 'ms,' 'mrs,' etc came naturally to those whom seemed to deserve that respect.
>You believe Granny Smith deserved it, hell she braved Timber Wolves when she was half your age, she helped with Zap Apples harvest every year of her life.
>She's one of the toughest ponies you know.
"I think I'll stick to Miss if it's all the same to you."
>Granny snorts in displeasure but still smiles all the same,
>"Least yer parents raised ya right. Unlike a few other ponies around these here parts."
>You take a seat next to Mac and dig in to your plate of apples.
>Though you've gotta admit, having apple related products every damn day for the past 2 months have been nothing short of.....annoying.

>God damn you were hungrier than you thought.
>You chow in to those mother bucking apples like a sir.
>Within two minutes your plate is empty and you're ready to start the day.
>You thank Granny for the meal and get yourself mentally prepared for the fucking repetitive task of  carrying fucking apples.
>Your jimmies are far from rustled though you've done this 65 times before, it gets easier by the day.
>As you're leaving Applejack tells you to take care of the apples in the southern section of the fields.
>You let her know ya understand cause you're not fucking retarded.
>Ah you loved the morning time
>Before Celestia really got in yo grill and started beating down that heat on your ass.
>Even though you're out in the sun every day, your skin never tans nor does your skin burn.
>doesn't make shit any less hot though.
>You're almost praying for winter to come in and knock Celestia on her happy ass.
>welp Anon time to earn your bits for the day.
>You make your way to the southern section to see.....a fuck ton of baskets.....
"God damn it."
>That's how you've started just about everyday.
>Looks like its gonna be another ice bath for your happy ass.
>You start your work.
>First basket isn't shit cause you're a boss.
>Second and third no problem
>....tenth baskets a bit heavy but you're Anon, you got this shit.
>at the twenty mark you're starting to curse your existence.

>Hours pass and soon its mid fucking day
>We meet again old nemesis
>Basket number 35 was when you really wanted to commit suicide
>Least its better than basket number 3 when you first started.
>You've had to of covered at least 4 miles since you started carrying these fucking baskets to the cellar to be sorted.
"Come on Celestia...can you please give me a break today?"
>You swear to god the sun moves closer to you after you ask that.
>Fuck you trollestia
>You chuckle to yourself as you remember an old saying from home.
>God....home seems like a far off memory for you.
>Damn it Anon don't start nostalging in the middle of work.
>Granny may be awesome but she'll down your pay faster than Pinkie can down a whole cake.
>Moar hours pass
>You've gotten to basket 42 before deciding to take a break.
>You'd assume its about 4 judging by the sun's position in the sky.
>You were shit at guessing time but whatever one can hope
>That means only two more hours and you're done.
>Your muscles are screaming at you for a break anyway.
>You find a nice shady spot and plop your happy ass down in the grass.
>Ahhhh shade, best friend in the whole god damn world right now.
>As you recline in the fucking awesome shade you close your eyes and listen to the sounds around you.
>You can hear the faint thump of Macintosh doing his thing in the distance.
>Granny's work ethic consisted of Macintosh and Applejack bucking one portion of the field one day, then have you carry their bucked apples to the cellar the next day while they bucked a new section. Rinse and repeat.

>With you on the farm their gathering increased by quite the substantial amount.
>The pay was mediocre, but the body building made it all worth it.
>You were faster, stronger, you FELT great when you weren't sore as fuck.
>On the days your had to sell apples in the marketplace you noticed a few mares would stare your way.
>Creeped you out a bit since you weren't in to p0nes but fuck, you didn't have womens looking you over back on earth.
>Speaking of which it'd been nearly half a year since you've SEEN a damn human girl.
>You begin to picture a girl you'd been crushing on from before you'd gotten your ass stuck in Equestria.
"Oooh yeah....now that's the stuff."
>You and your imagination.
>You were alone, no p0nes in sight, and thanks to your lack of getting a damn thing you now had a raging broner.
"Well...shit."
>Might as well take care of your....issue.
>You take one last look around your area before dropping your jimmies.
>Right when you're about to grip your raging member...
>"SUGAR CUBE YA OUT HERE?"
>Fuck......FUCK
>Every god damn time!
>Okay, can't let her see ya with a raging hard on, wut do?
>Without thinking you give yourself a good whack in the nuts.
>Fuck that was retarded!
>Sure it did its job but now you're on your knees cupping yourself.
>You grit your teeth at your own momentary lapse of judgement.

>"Ah there ya are....you okay?"
"Yeah...yeah I'm fine...just..hurt myself...fuck.."
>She tilts her head in confusion and walks over to you.
>"What in tarnation did you....oh...how'd ya pull that one off Anon?"
>She sees you cupping your manhood from outside your shorts.
"I don't wanna talk about it..."
>She smirks
>"Where ya havin a little fun time with yerself there sugar cube."
>Your cheeks flushed.
>Fucking hell Applejack?
>You turn to stare daggers and you see her smug grin.
>it's almost as if her facial expression says: "You like cloppin don'tcha Anon?"
>You resist the urge to lay a hook in to her fucking jaw.
"No, I wasn't having a little 'fun time' with myself, I don't have the time to be doing that."
>"Suuuure ya don't."
"How bout we just drop the subject?"
>Applejack chortles.
>You give her the best deadpan look you can.
>With your nuts have finally stopped hurting you stand.
"So what's goin on? Does Granny need somethin?"
>"Nah, Ah'm just checkin up on ya is all. Them's a lotta apples Anon."
"I got it AJ, it's my job after all."
>"That's the spirit Anon. Alls ya gotta do is take care a ten more an you can call it a day."
>She turns around and heads back out to her little fucking spot in the orchard.
>With only ten more to go you start giving yourself a little pep talk.
>As you're carrying the last basket you fucking collapse as soon as you touch down at the cellar.
>The cold hard earth is welcoming.
>And so is the aspect of an ice bath.

"No more.....please god....no more...."
>You don't wanna move.
>You're perfectly fine with sleeping there for the night at this point.
>Instead you drag your ass back inside.
>You see the apples sitting down for dinner.
>Fuck how long did those last baskets take you?
>Sure Luna's light had made it in to the sky but it couldn't of been that late could it?
>You weakly call out to them
"I'm gonna....use the bath...for a few hours..."
>"Ah already got it ready for ya Anon."
>Good ol Applejack.
>If she isn't helping your ass out she's pissing you off.
>Meh it works.
>You drag your happy ass up those stairs and in to the bath tub.
>Oh god the ice the ice feels so good on ma skin!!!
>dear god each time you get in the ice bath you feel like all the stress just numbs and edges away.
>You'd sleep in this shit if you could.
>Though you gotta say having your man meat shrink isn't a concept you take too well.
>As your lounging you hear a hoof knockin on the door.
>You make sure the ice is covering your gibblits before allowing anyone in.
"Come in."
>Oh its just Applejack.
>Applejack?!
>God that's the second time today she's walked in on you in a compromising position.
"Whoa what the hell?"
>"Pardon?"
"Are you trying to get a look at my package or something."
>Applejack does the worst pokerface you've ever seen.
>"Nah that ain't it, ah'm jus makin sure yer okay is all."
>The Element of Honesty is a pretty bad liar
>You decide to play it like a clueless fucktard.
"Alright fine I believe ya, but ya don't gotta check up on me in the damn tub, its not like I'm gonna drown or anything."
>She's chuckling nervously.
>You can feel her stare
>The fuck is she staring off in to space while looking at you?

>You clear your throat
>She jerks to attention
>"Do wha huh?"
"You're drooling a bit there Applejack, is there something you're not telling me?"
>Again with the shitty pokerface.
>"Nah Ah'm good...uh....Granny's callin me gotta go."
>She's fucking galloping out of the bathroom.
>You smile to yourself
>You know she's got the hots for ya
>But her stubborn nature isn't gonna let her admit that she's a equine equivalent of a furry.
>God she never fesses up to anything until she's pushed herself past the breaking point.
>You remember Macintosh telling you about her trying to solo last apple buck season.
>It took every fucking p0ny to tell her that she needed help.
>With this situation she'd probably end up being like fluttershy before too long....though an Applejack trying to get what she wants sounds a fuck ton scarier than a fluttershy.
>You try not to think about it too much after that
>You DO NOT want to ruin ice bath time.

>After a good soaking, and after the ice melting you decide its time to finally get out.
>God you're a pruny fuck
>Least your muscles aren't fucking screeching at you to sit the fuck back down.
>Not like they're gonna help you get in bed anyway.
>It's a labor to get the fuck to your small room on the top floor of their home.
>You change and head downstairs.
>Granny Smith, being the awesome p0ny she is, has a good slice of apple pie waiting for ya, along with your daily bits.
>After pocketing your pay you realize that you've collected a little over 600 bits.
>You're hoping that'll be enough for a second home, Mayor Mare never told you how much went in to your first home.
>You then sit at the table and eat your pie in comfortable silence.
>God damn these pies are amazing.
>The cider is to die for.
>Even if its the same god damn thing its still delicious
>motherfucking food broner at attention, figuratively speaking.
>The Apples had already made their way to bed for the night. They'd had their work cut out for em, the 'good night' was implied here.
>Though one good thing rose to mind for you
>Its the motherbucking equine's equivalent to a weekend, two days of no fucking work sounds amazing right about now.
>You smile to yourself as you finish your orgasm pie and orgy cider.

>Yeah body says you go sleep now.
>Fuck it sleep is for the weak!
>You change that attitude quick fast and in a hurry when you climb those stairs.
>Oh god your bed seems soooo inviting right now
>Like its undressing you with its eyes....pillows....whatever.
>Get in that thing like a sir
>You're out before your head hits the pillow.
>A nice, dreamless sleep.
>Fuck yeah no rape dreams.
>Celestia's light in yo face Anon whatchu gonna do bout it?
>Not a fucking thing cause its the weekend.
>You turn your head away from the sun and curl up in your fine ass blankets.
>You hear a knock at your door.
>one bloodshot eye opens the fuck up.
>Oh hell no...if that's who you think it is you're about to go Lich-Anon on this fucking unsuspecting soul.
>wait...who the fuck is Lich-Anon?
>Oh well, get up like a train wreck.
>Swagger the fuck on over to your door.
>Open that bitch
"Applejack can ya give it a res...oh hey Applebloom."
>You were about to go ham on a little filly.
>"Hi there Anon, sleep good?"
"Yes...but I'd love to get some more so..."
>You go to shut the door.
>"Awww awright then..."
>You're half tempted to open the door but good god is that bed calling to you right now.
>as you make your way back ot your bed you don't even bother getting situated
>Your ass hits the sheets and you're out like a light.
>You wake up a few hours later to some loud ass knocking.
>Oh god who could it be?

>You get your happy ass up
>This time ya got Macintosh giving you a good mornin....with a fucking job...great.
>"Anon, Granny wants ya ta go into town today, she's lookin ta sell a coupla apples an you're the human for tha job."
>.....god fucking damn it, there goes your relaxing day.
>But you can't refuse the one who pays you your bits.
>at least this is a way to earn some extra money.
>As you're getting ready to get dressed your eyes stumble across a couple of books you got from Twilight's Library....she doesn't like it when shit isn't turned in on time....
>Well at least now you've got something to do after your done with your work related shit.
>You put her books in to a burlap sack....it wasn't exactly a great place to put em but you didn't really have anything else.
>You get your happy ass dressed and down those stairs as fast as your legs can carry you.
>Granny smith already has your cart ready for you.
>You give her a little salute and with that you're off to Ponyville's Marketplace.

>Thankfully you don't run in to any potential Flutterslut ambushes along your trip.
>As your walking the path in to town you take a look at the surrounding area
>The trees are starting to transition in to fall
>You're actually looking to participate in the running of the leaves when the time comes
>You laugh to yourself when you think of yourself running with a bunch of p0nies
>Hell before you came here the aspect of running was alien
>You suddenly hear rustling in a nearby bush
>This bush rustling causes a chain reaction in your jimmies and they begin to rustle as well
>Suddenly CMC outta the fucking bush
>They tackle you
"OH GOD NO!"
>Thankfully they only manage to knock your ass in the dirt without messing up the apple cart
>God why did they pick today to mess with you?
>Scootaloo's the first to talk
>Scoots: "We got you Anon!"
>They all shout in unison
>"Cutie Mark Crusader: Human Catchers!"
>You are not amused

>You quickly and gently peel them off of you
"Yeah yeah, you caught me."
>They look at their flanks to see blanks
"Yeah 'catching' me didn't work."
>They look defeated
>Oh god sad p0nes aren't a good thing
"B..but I'm sure if you became pony catchers you'd get your cutie marks!"
>They perk up and look at you
>Scoots: "REALLY?!"
"Maybe, how about you fillies try catching Fluttershy for me?"
>SB: "That'll be easy Anon she's just right over there!"
>Sweetie Belle points a marshmellow hoof to an adjacent bush
>You hear a squeak from within it and a flash of yellow fur appears
>Applebloom: "Actually...she's the one who said we'd get our cutie marks if we caught ya Anon."
>Fucking Fluttershy
"Yeah Fluttershy Pedofoalia isn't my fetish."
>FS: "Drat."
>You smile devilishly
"In fact, I'm sure you guys will get your cutie marks if you catch her."
>The CMC turn to the bush Fluttershy is in
>They take off after her
>Flutterkink takes off faster than a zebranig after fried scootaloo
>The CMC is in hot pursuit
>Finally your jimmies can relax

>You get back to your apple cart and make your way in to town
>The marketplace is within plain view
>Multiple stalls had been set up and quite the crowd had gathered
>Oh god its fucking crowded today
>You are not in the mood for this shit
>But those bits, those sweet sweet bits.
>Even if the crowds were going to be massive today you couldn't help but smile
>Whenever you worked the cart your payment was 30% of whatever bits you made
>You usually came out with a greater profit working the cart than you did hauling apples
>Too bad this only ocurred once a week or once every major holiday
>You were gonna be swimming in bits before the days end
>You start setting up your stand
>A simple pull of a piece of rope starts off a chain reaction
>The top of said cart opens and extends
>Apples, apple cider, apple pies, apple jam, apple tree seeds, etc were presented upon the top of said cart
>You've no idea how the pies were still warm and steaming or how the cider was at the perfect temperature
>You decided it was magic and it didn't need any explaining
>You stand and wait
>Sure enough your first customer arrives
>An earth p0ne with an hour glass for a cutie mark
"Morning Whooves how ya doin?"
>He doesn't answer, he's staring at the barrel of cider
>You snap your fingers, catching his attention
"You like the family cider don't ya Whooves?"
>"Indeed I do. I'm surprised to see it outside the season."
"Well with me working there they've been able to make cider in excess. They're at least 6 barrels ahead of their intended amount. They can afford to let one go early."
>"How much for a cup?"
>You motion toward a cut out of the price listing
"Two bits Whooves."
>The transaction goes smoothly
>When he drinks his cup he shudders
>"My goodness this is better than last years cider."
>It better be you've been working your ass off getting the apples for it
>if someone says it sucks you're probably gonna make THEM in to cider.

>Whooves puts another two bits on the table
>You're more than happy to oblige him with another cup of cider
>He's probably as addicted to the cider as Dash is
"As long as ya keep givin me bits Whooves I'll be more than happy to pour the whole barrel down your gullet."
>As Whooves downs the second cup he lets out a satisfied sigh
>"As much as I'd enjoy that I'm afraid I can't pour my savings in your drinks. By the way that reminds me."
"Yes?"
>"Just how in the world did you retain your human form when you got here?"
>Wut?
"Uh..Whooves I'm afraid I've no idea what you're talking about."
>He raises an eyebrow to you
>"Well you see Anon...nevermind. Have a glorious day."
>Well, that was a weird fucking question
>You disregard the good p0ne he's probably got his mind in the cider.
>You close your eyes and sigh, awaiting the next customer
>You open your eyes to see two blue eyes staring at you from a few inches away
>You yell in surprise and your ass hits the dirt again

>Dear lord its Pinkie Pie
>"HI ANON!"
>She's giving you her signature grin
>you can't feel mad at this pink p0ny
>You brush yourself off and pick your ass back up
"Hey Pinkie how are you today?"
>"I'm just awesome the cakes brought me out here today I've got a little cart of my own!"
"...where?"
>She uses a fore hoof to turn your chin to the right
>She's set up right next to you
>Even if you enjoy Pinkie's company an excessive amount of Pinkie might not be such a good thing
>She's already talking your ear off about what she's got for sale, why she's selling it, how much it costs
>God she has no off switch
>You open your mouth to speak but a new Pinkie sentence pops up and is spewed out before you can say anything
>"Soooooo why're you here?"
>Oh shit she's letting you speak
>"OOOOH is that cider?!"
>God damn it
>Now she's going about cider facts that Applejack probably told her about
>Out of desperation you put your index finger to her temple and she stops speaking all together
>Holy shit you think you found her off switch for a moment.

>She looks from you, to your hand, then back to you
>"Anon? What are you doing?"
>She's waiting for your answer this time
>Okay apparently she finds this weird
>Let's salvage this moment shall we
>You decide to give Pinkie a warm smile and then ya rustle her mane
"I was just tryin to get a word in edge wise is all."
>"Sorry..."
>She's looking down
"It's fine, just...take some time to breathe between sentences."
>She looks back up at you with a smile
>She then points a hoof past you
>Oh shit another customer
"Oh hey sorry about that."
>This mare doesn't seem pleased
>"I'll take the apple pie."
"That'll be four bits."
>She scoffs
>"Four bits?! That's outrageous! I won't pay a bit over two."
>Two bits? Oh hell no this bitch thinks she's gonna haggle you outta your hard work.
>You don't give her a look of anger or annoyance you know how to present yourself
>like a sir you make a counter offer in your own way
"You honestly do not expect me to let one of these delicious apple family pies leave for anything less than four bits do you? Have you ever had an apple family pie before?"
>"Well no bu-"
>She stops when she sees you get out a pie cutter
>You quickly cut her off a piece of apple pie and hand it to her with a smile
"Here's a free sample miss, if you aren't satisfied with its taste then I'll gladly point you in the direction of someone who can hopefully give you a better quality pie."
>She eyes the slice reluctantly before taking a bite
>You see the mares pupils grow wide and a smile is apparent on her features
>"It's like I can taste the love......mine!"
>she tosses four bits at you and grabs the pie with her teeth and goes along her merry way.
>Aww yeah

>As you pocket your bits you hear Pinkie laughing from behind you
>"Did you see the look on her face, she was all 'ooooh pie...'
>Pinkie has this look like she's entranced
>She stands on her back hooves and she puts her forehooves out before her
>She looks like one of those zombies from those old horror movies that you watched back on earth
>"Piiiiiiiiiie."
>You can't help but laugh
>You hear the clopping of hooves and a dis satisfied sigh
>You turn your head to see a gray stallion waiting at Pinkie's cart
>You turn back to Pinkie
"Hey Pinkie looks like you got a cust-"
>Fucking gone
>lolwut?
>You turn your head to see Pinkie already hanlding the customer.
>Yeah this p0ny can defy the laws of physics it seems
>When she takes care of the stallion's urge for cupcakes she turns back to you and puts her bits in to your hands
>6 bits
>She makes her way over to your cider and pours herself three glasses
>You recall Applejack telling you how she'd literally pour bits out of sacks in order to get as many cups of cider she could carry
>But wait this the money she just freaking made
"Hey Pinkie?"
>"I made all these sweets myself, got the ingredients with my bits not the Cake's I can sell at any price I want."
>She's a mind reader on top of that it seems.

"So...you're selling this because you just wanna help the cakes out?"
>"Yup."
>Isn't she nice?
"Well you won't have much to give em if you spend all your bits on cider."
>She takes one look at you before downing a cup
>"I'm responsible I know how to handle my bits."
>Pinkie Pie? Responsible?
>You didn't know those two words could fit together in a sentence unless 'Ir' was somewhere in there.
>You look at her in disbelief
>Pinkie notices
>"What? I do!"
"If ya say so Pinkie."
>she snorts in annoyance but perks up almost immediately
>She's starting to get an influx of customers and so are you
>Apparently the fabled 'Pinkie Sweets' combined with 'Apple Family Apples Products' is too much for this crowd to handle
>The swarm of p0nes increase
>Dear lord you're throwing out order after order
>You're starting to worry if you can keep up with all these hungry p0nies
>Pinkie's handling everything like a baws
>Granted she usually worked the front at Sugarcube Corner so she was used to this
>You weren't, you barely had p0ny to people skills as is
>Luckily you didn't regress in to spaghetti and managed to sell everything except the cart
>When the crowd finally dies down the sun's already past its highest point in the sky

>You're happy as can be to finally be done.
>Well what do ya know Pinkie happens to be done as well
>When your cart is put back in to its natural position you take a look at Pinkie's
>It resembled the display section you'd typically see in a bakery
>You wonder how she hauled that thing around without you seeing it
>She flicks a switch on her cart and your curiousity is sated
>Her cart folds in on itself until its nothing  more than a small cube
>She puts said cube in to her saddlebag with the bits she earned for the day
>As she's walking up to you she shakes her head as if she'd realized something she forgot
>"Oh Anon before I forget....again I made a cupcake for you!"
>Oh body here we go
>She starts fumbling around in her saddlebag looking for it
>"Nope. Nope that's not it...nope."
>Rubber chicken flies out, Tuba flies out, ninja star...the fuck?
>Finally your long awaited cupcake is passed to you
>You thank her and take a bite
>Dear lord if you could orgasm from pasteries you would
>This has got to be the most delicious cupcake you've ever eaten

>It's almost a shame to finish it but you do.
"Pinkie...you made this yourself?"
>Pinkie's giggling at your reaction
>"Of course I did silly filly I just told you I made all these sweets, duh!"
"It...was just..so good..."
>She’s still giggling and smiling brightly up at you
>You then show her the bits you made that day, you put them in her hooves
"All of my bits."
>"Huh?"
>She apparently doesn't understand the gravity of the situation
>Her pastries are delicious
>Oh shit Anon what are you doing?
>You take back the bits you gave her
"Yeah sorry, if I give these to you the apples will have my head.”
>She’s laughing yet again, she’s snorting between laughter
>”Anon you’re so silly! If you want more all of you have to do is ask!”
>This pink bundle of joy is an angel.
>Feeding your fat ass with her sweets
>But as much as you’d love to take her up on her offer you got shit you gotta do
>When you let her down she seems disappointed but you reassure her that if you have time today you’ll head out to Sugarcube Corner and gladly eat her cupcakes
>You hope that you didn’t just make some pony innuendo cause your comment left Pinkie’s cheeks scarlet in color
>She hops off with an even bigger smile than before

>Okay, next order of business
>Bring Twilight her books
>You pull your bag out from within your cart
>You then make your way to the library, your cart in tow
>The town is still its hustle and bustle; various businesses are receiving a lot of attention today
>It’s probably some p0ny holiday you don’t know about
>No fucks seem to be given other than making sure these books are returned
>You know how Twilight can get when someone is ‘tardy’
>Her actions from her want it/need it spell are still fresh in your mind
>Thankfully you reach the 2054 library
>You walk inside to see Spike doing his thing, organizing the books and all that
“Yo Spike, sorry buddy but I gotta make your work load a bit bigger.”
>You hand him the books and he looks up at you with annoyance in his eyes
>”Thanks for bringing them back anon but now I’ve gotta reorganize the top shelf”
>Great, now you feel like shit
“Well…if it’ll make ya feel better I’ll buy ya a few sapphire muffins from the cakes.”
>He’s now smiling from ear to ear at the prospect of gemmy sweets
>Now you HAVE to go to Sugarcube Corner today
>Oh well, if it’ll make the little dragon happy why not?


>With that little chore out of the way you make your way back to the Apple Farm
>When you arrive you’re more than happy to help out Big Mac with some of the apples he’s bucked today
>You’re then more than happy to help out Applejack with the sorting of a few honey crisp apples
>You’re then more than happy to help clean up the house
>Dear god the sun is setting
>You’re also not exactly at your best
>Sweaty fucking mess, great.
>You’re happy you didn’t give Pinkie Pie a Pinkie promise
>Else she’d be on that farm tearing in to you
>She’ll understand if ya don’t make your way back right?
>But then she’d be disappointed and so would Spike cause he didn’t get his muffins
>You’re not one to disappoint others if you can help it
>Fuck it, after a quick shower you let the apples know of your plans
>oddly you don’t see Applejack among them
>They are sure to remind you that you’ve got the weekend off
>Oh thank god they didn’t surprise your ass with work.
>You give them a courteous goodbye and make you way outside
>You see Applejack on your way off the property
>”Oh hey there sugarcube.”
>Well she seems happy to see you
“Hey, how’s the work load comin?”
>”Taint nothing, with yer help everything’s so much easier. All ah gotta do is buck now. Yer lazy flank gets ta carry all ma hard work.”
“Well aren’t you a nice one Applejack?”
>The two of you share a laugh
>you let her know of her plans
>She seems….disappointed?
>”Ah’s hopin we’d get ta talk tonight.”
>Well you can’t please everyone
“Well, if ya want we can hang out when I get back if you’re still up if ya want.”
>She’s smiling now
>”Ah’d like that.”
>You walk past her and make your way off the farm
>She calls out to you
>”Hey Anon!”
>You turn back
“Yeah?”
>”It’s….uh nothin I’ll wait for ya tonight sugarcube.”
>You wave goodbye not knowing what Apples got in store for you.


>The pathway to Ponyville became hard to follow when Luna’s light made its way in to the sky
>The night comes as a source of relaxation for you
>The sun was associated with your job, something exhausting and labored
>The night represented a time of peace, a gentle reminder of your works’ end.
>You personally preferred Luna to Celestia any day of the week
>Finally the lights of the shops came in to view when you hit Ponyville
>Man its fucking dark, but its only like what 6pm Earth time?
>You make your way across the now quiet streets to Sugarcube Corner

>Even though the Cakes have long sense closed the interior lighting remained open
>You guess Pinkie kept waiting for you
>You knock on the door and see the Pink bundle of joy rush to the door
>She’s grinning from ear to ear
>She’s such a bundle of energy, already stringing together sentences as she opens the door for you
>”Finally! You’re such a slow poke Anon, I thought you’d forgotten all about me.”
>When you walk inside you realize that she did in fact wait on you
>The interior was put up for the most part, chairs rest on tables, floors cleaned, etc
>Though this didn’t hold your gaze for long you were too busy following the happy bouncing pink pone
>The way she bounced always made you laugh, the sound effect brought a smile to your face
>Though you hope Pinkie realizes she’s hopping just a little too high

>The way her tail moves along with her bouncing is giving you a full view of her nethers
>You try to ignore the growing heat in your cheeks as you follow her in to the kitchen
>She’s got a little counter set up with three different cupcakes upon them, each of them seeming completely different from the other
>”Because you were sooooo LATE! I’m gonna make you taste test a few cupcakes before you get yours.”
>Dat emphasis on the word ‘late’
>Yeah you have to admit you felt a little guilty for making her wait
>But cupcakes….so delicious
>You’ll get over it
>She pulls up a p0ny sized chair for you to sit upon
>You do so, this puts you at her eye level almost
>For once you feel properly proportioned within a building built for p0nes
>”Okay, now shut your eyes.”
>Okay.jpeg
>You shut your eyes
>You can hear the shuffling of Pinkie’s hooves as she grabs a cupcake
>”Okay Anon, open your mouth please.”
“What if you slip something in me that isn’t a cupcake?”
>”Trust me Anon, for I am doing this, for science!”
>Do wut?


>Okay….whatever you decide to open your mouth and wait
>Certainly Pinkie wouldn’t drug you would she?
>When you feel the cupcake you take a bite
>Sweet jesus a combination of blueberry and sweet sweet love.
>You want to cry when she takes the cupcake away from you after the first bite
>”So, how was it, on a scale of 1-10.”
“I swear to god if I could give that an 80 I would….so delicious.”
>She giggles at your answer
>God you feel like such a fag but her laughing makes your ‘give a fucks’ dangerously low
>’Captain! We’re taking on too many hits we need to dump these fucks!’
>’Listen to yourself Higgins! If we dump Anon’s fucks he’ll have none left are you willing to take that responsibility?!’
>’…..yes captain.’
>Preparing to dump fucks, warning you are dumping your fucks folder in to the recycle bin. Continue? [Y]/N
>May your body have mercy upon itself
>Pinkie seems happy with you enthusiastic response
>She pulls out a notepad from outta nowhere and writes down your response
>Oh shit nigger dis is serious


>”Keep your eyes closed Anon. Next one’s coming up.”
>You do as your told, eagerly awaiting the next delicious treat
>The second and third bring nearly equal feelings of joy, but nothing comparable to the first
>You hear Pinkie scribbling down on her notepad
>You’d look but you decided to keep your eyes closed, in order to picture the taste of the first cupcake again
>Man it just won’t come back
>Oh well you had to dump your fucks
>’God damn it Higgins!’
>You suddenly hear giggling coming from Pinkie
>”I’ve got one more for you to try Anon, call it a mystery, waaaant it?”
>A fucking mystery cupcake? Why the fuck not?
>You vigorously nod your head
>”Okay Anon, but you gotta Pinkie promise that you won’t open your eyes unless I say otherwise.”
> You do the little pinkie pie promise ritual for her while sitting in the chair
>She giggles again, though you notice she’s actually sounding rather nervous than happy or bubbly
>You hear the soft clopping of hooves as she approaches you
>Silence
>You can hear her breathing but nothing else
>The inability to open your eyes lest you wish to suffer the wrath of pinkie pie combined with this overall silence is maddening
>Is she gonna give you your damn cupcake or what?


“Uh…Pinkie?”
>You feel her leap in to your lap
>Needless to say this surprises you
>You’re about to open your eyes when you feel a marshmellow hoof rub your chin
>This new sensation causes your eyes to stay shut
>”Remember Anon you pinkie promised.”
>You feel a very familiar heat creep up upon your cheeks
>The smell of bubblegum invades your sense when you feel something brush against your lips
>A small peck is all it took to realize just what kind of cupcake Pinkie intended to give you
>When she brings her lips to yours for a second time and keeps them there your suspicion is naturally sated
>Yeah a p0ny is kissing you what?
>You seem to find a single fuck among the wreckage that is your folder
>You’ve no idea how to feel about this
>In one instance you’ve not been around a lot of women in the years prior coming to Ponyville
>You weren’t the most confident or the best looking at that time
>After coming to Ponyville the realization that p0nies may be your only suitors didn’t sit well with you
>You’d make sure to keep conversations to a minimum in order to remain ‘boring’ to the other ponies lest one finds you attractive


>that didn’t last long as far as Pinkie was concerned
>she’d call you a grumpy gus for the most part if you avoided conversation, she also took a lot of time to hang around you until you sated her curiosity about you.
>She didn’t pull any punches in her questions either…a lot of times you thought you were an ass talking about yourself but Pinkie never seemed to mind
>Eventually she’d be around you just to hang out with you, without the insane amount of questions
>She proved to be quite entertaining in your otherwise boring remedial job of hauling apples
>Eventually it was your turn to listen to her as she spewed out her life story over the course of 30 seconds
>You hoped you were able to keep up with her quick speech for the most part
>She was even willing to sacrifice half her damn living space so you had a place to stay after flutterkink’s bull shit
>Generally it seemed like she’d go that extra mile just for you to see you smile
>You have to admit it worked
>But this, this is something you weren’t ready for
>Not saying that the feeling isn’t welcomed, it just didn’t feel right kissing a p0ny, even if she was intelligent and capable of thinking and feeling
>You were  reluctant to return the kiss that much is certain and Pinkie noticed
>When she finally stops she says in a saddened tone that you can open your eyes
>You open to see pic related
>”Did you hate it? Are…are you mad at me Anon? Please don’t be mad.”


>Her face, her overall change of tone almost breaks your heart
>You weren’t mad, not in the slightest
>You cannot resist the urge to wrap your arms around this sad pinkie and wrap her up in a tight hug
“No, I’m not mad Pinkie, don’t be silly.”
>She sniffles
>”B…but that look on your face..”
“I’m just surprised is all, I never thought you’d like me like that. I just thought you were trying to make me smile like you do for everyone else…..I gotta admit I…well…I’m not opposed to the idea of being your special somp0- one, ya just gotta give me time to warm up to it is all.”
>Ya rustle her mane to hopefully stop the rustling in her jimmies
>She looks up at you from in the hug
>”So…you’d actually LIKE to be my special somep0ny?”
>You hesitate for a moment before nodding
>that pink mane puffs right the hell back up and her color returns
>datsmile.psf
>You see she’s going in for another kiss
>You put your hand on her chest to keep her from doing so
“Pinkie, you have to give me a little time okay? This isn’t something you can rush.”
>She looks in to your eyes and she can see that a repeat of what had just occurred wouldn’t help
>She understands and stops
>”Okay fine, but hurry up and like it will ya?”



>She sticks her tongue out at you before hopping out of your lap
>While you have to admit you wouldn’t have minded staying you have to get back to the Apple Orchard
>Pinkie bounces over to the door with you close behind
>As she lets you out you can’t help but notice her giving you a half lidded gaze and a sly grin
>Oh pinkie you and your antics
>When you’ve made your departure she happily lets out a little squee and bounces her way to her room
>God walking your way back in the dark of Luna’s night is annoying to say the least
>At least you make it back to the Apple Orchard in one piece
>You bring your attention to the apple family home
>A light on the second floor can be seen lit
>Applejack must be waiting in your room for you
>Well shit she probably had something important to tell you or else she’d of stayed in her room
>She typically came to you if something major was afoot
>You put a little pep in your step and make your way inside
>Oh fuck everyone else is asleep it seems
>Solid Snake your way to your room
>You open the door to see Applejack snoring on your bed
>Dear lord you have to admit she’s cute when she’s asleep
>You quietly approach her, when you get to your bed ya gently push her to get her to stir


>”Nnnnhh Anon?”
“Evening sleepy head.”
>She suddenly jerks awake, then shakes her head rapidly to remove the lethargic effect her sleep had upon her
>”Ah…ah wasn’t asleep…yeah.”
>badpokerface.jpg
>You chuckle, and rub your hand upon her head.
>You don’t seem to notice the scarlet forming on her cheeks
>You stop and pop a squat next to Applejack
“So, what is it you wanted to talk about?”
>She looks down at her hooves
>”Now, this is something ah been preparing maself to say for a while now.”
“What is it?”
>”Ah’m gonna be honest with ya Anon, ah like ya…a lot.”
>Sweet jesus twice in one night?
>Unlike Pinkie Pie, this is something you could never see
>Sure she was honest, sure she was dependable and loyal, but the quality at which you two spent your time made you see her as something of an older sister
>A girl there to scold you when you messed something up while at the same time taking her time to make sure you did things right
>Sure she made a few suggestive remarks like the one in the field the day before your market job but you tacked that on as to pure teasing



>Dear Celestia you need to go ahead and let her know this, it’s gonna suck but you’re not gonna betray Pinkie’s trust so easily, even if your little budding relationship is hours old.
>You wait for her to turn to you before speaking.
“Applejack, I’m flattered you feel that way about me, but I just don’t feel the same way about you.”
>You can see the look of defeat in her eyes
>”Ah..figured as much, ah shoulda known the way I was actin woulda put ya off.”
>Okay, it doesn’t…look like she’s gonna make a scene of this
>”Buuut,”
>You spoke too soon?
>”Just because I messed it up doesn’t mean I ain’t gonna try and salvage it.”
>wut?
>She suddenly moves to push you on to your back
>She’s successful
>Before you can react she forces her lips to yours
>You can feel her tongue running along you lips trying to force an entrance
>You come to your senses fairly quick and push her off of you
“Applejack?! The hell?”
>She gets to her hooves

“Now Anon ah’ma give you a warnin, ah like it rough, so are ya gonna resist an get me goin or are ya gonna lie back and accept it?”
>Wait…this is rape
>How can she even think of doing such a thing?
“Applejack, you’re like a sister to me, and I’m not ready for going so far with a p0ny….I’m still up in the air about all of this….besides…Pinkie’s the one I’m going to be doing anything with.”
>This information does nothing to stop her, instead she smiles
>”Mmm well ah’m not opposed ta ya thinkin of me as yer sister Anon, but….let’s really get ya thinkin about buckin a mare shall we?”
>Before you can move she overpowers you, immediately leaping on to your chest, knocking the wind out of you
>When you land on your back upon your bed she brings her mouth to your ear and whispers
>”An ah’ma make ya forget all about that there party p0ny, she can’t appreciate ya like ah can.”
>She lightly nibbles on your ear
>this isn’t right
>Her hooves start to gingerly rub against your chest when she reaches under your shirt
>When you’re finally able to breathe again you push Applejack off of you for a second time and you make your way to the door
>”Oh no ya don’t!”
>Applejack takes another leap at you
>She wraps her forehooves around your legs
>this causes you to trip and fall forward
>..in to your desk in the room
>Your head makes a nice noise smacking against the corner
>Blackout
>Applejack takes notice of the blood on the desk and your unmoving form
>”Anon…..?”


>Many hours later you awaken to a terrible head pain
>oh god it feels like someone bucked your head off your shoulders
>You put your hand to the sore spot upon your head
>You feel something wrapped around the hurt area
>As you lightly press your hand upon your head wound the memories come flashing back
>Applejack tried to rape you last night and she ended up knocking your ass out
>Oh god did she?
>You look yourself over, nothing seemed out of place
>Maybe raping your unconscious form would be dishonest for her so she decided against it
>But….its a new day…maybe..just maybe she wasn’t being herself last night…maybe this can be overlooked
>You hear Applebloom knocking on your door telling you breakfast is ready
>Well…shit maybe you can forget about what happened right?
>You slowly get out of bed and look at yourself in the mirror
>Your head had stopped bleeding…oh shit it really was bleeding
>You then turn to the desk you beaned yourself on
>The blood was still there
>Small smatter but still, it was YOUR blood
>If she was willing to be like how she was last night then you really don’t want to be alone with her…ever.


>You make your way to the kitchen to see your potential rapist sitting at the table, already eating as if nothing had happened last night
>The others had beckoned for you to join them
>Applebloom was the first to gasp when she saw your injury
>AB: ”Oh ma, what happened Anon?”
>Macintosh, Granny, and Applejack looked towards you
>Macintosh gave you a concerned look while Granny seemed to be…trying to focus on what everyone was looking at, Applejack was looking your way giving you a sly grin
>Is she proud of this shit?
>She’s probably wondering how you’re going to answer it
>If you say you got it from Applejack trying to rape you they’d not believe you
>Hell Macintosh would probably buck you good if you said that about his sister
>If you made granny mad you could kiss your job goodbye
>What if Applejack told them that she had fought you trying to save herself from YOU raping HER
>She may be a bad liar but family believes family at the end of the day


“I….I got it on my way back, the path was dark…tripped over some farm equipment, hurt my head real good. Luckily Applejack patched me up.”
>Applejack leaned in
>”Ah’m glad ya’ll didn’t get killed, nother few inches and we’d be havin Rarity make you a tux fer yer funeral.”
>Apple Bloom gasped and latched on to your leg giving you dem watering eyes
> AB: ”Are ya sure yer okay?”
>Despite the deliberate lie you manage to crack a smile
“I’ll be fine Apple Bloom, long as Applejack here is here to help my clumsy flank.”
>Applejack is now staring at you with half lidded eyes, her smirk has turned in to a smile
>She knows you know the gravity of the situation
>God damn rapist p0nes
>Unlike Fluttershy you had no idea how to handle Applejack
>Applejack is much more forceful than Fluttershy for one
>Another is that she’s a strong earth pony
>If she gets you alone again she won’t stop until she gets what she wants
>And if you try to get her family to help you’ll only hurt your cause
>She’s got you by the balls
>Even with this realization you manage to force down your breakfast
>Today was your last day off before your work was to resume
>You wanted to spend it far away from here



>After finishing your breakfast and excusing yourself, along with making sure Granny got your bits from yesterday, you make your way out of the Apple Family home and on the pathway to Ponyville
>Maybe you and Pinkie could do something
>Least that’ll help you warm up to her
>And unlike Applejack she won’t try to rape you or force you in to anything you don’t want
>After a good walk you make your way in to town
>It’s missing the hustle and bustle that came with the territory yesterday
>You can’t complain
>You’re an Anon on a mission
>Sugarcube Corner in sight
>When you approach the door a pink blur can be see shooting across the floor to open the door for you
>You see Pinkie Pie beaming up at you from below, her eyes are closed
>”Hi!”
“Hey there Pinkie, sleep well?”
>”Uh huh, did ya make it…back…alright? Anon what happened to your head?”
>When she started talking she opened her eyes and got a good look at your injury
>Her eyes showed her worry
>You sigh
”I..don’t wanna talk about it.”
>That was a lie, you wanted to tell her about how Applejack tried to force herself upon you


>But like the apple family, there’s no way Pinkie would believe something like that
>Pinkie isn’t leaving it at that though
>She takes your hand in a hoof and guides you in
>”Why don’t you sit at the table and let Auntie Pinkie Pie hear all about it?”
>Auntie? Aren’t you older than her?
>She trots in to the kitchen and comes back with a cupcake
>God its that same type of cupcake you had back at the market yesterday
>Your mouth starts to water
>She places it on the table you were sitting at and takes a seat next to you
>It’s almost as if she can sense what’s up
>Pinkie’s looking at you with a smile
>”Now are you gonna tell me what happened or am I gonna have to tickle you until you tell me?”
>Oh god not the tickling
>Her ‘options’ make you laugh up some of your precious cupcake when you take a bite
>NO YOUR CUPCAKE!
>How can you laugh when this shit is serious?
>Pinkie isn’t laughing
>Her face features a frown
>Her eyes show worry


>A worried Pinkie Pie is something you didn’t want to see
>”Anon?  Please tell me what happened.”
>You think to yourself for a moment
>Fuck it, tell her man
“Pinkie, you probably aren’t going to believe me, it’ll probably make you laugh.”
>”Anon, somep0ny getting hurt isn’t something to laugh about.”
>Yeah she’s serious
“Okay….Applejack…she told me she liked me, but because I’m giving you a shot, and because Applejack was like a sister to me, I couldn’t return her feelings.”
>Okay, so far so good, she’s silent and her eyes are focused on you
>”When I told her I didn’t like her that way, she got forceful….she pinned me on my back and tried to take advantage of me, I didn’t want to hurt her, only to get away from her. I pushed her off of me and when I tried to run she tripped me up, I ended up smashing my head against my desk.”
>When you finish you see Pinkie Pie’s expression turn from concern to anger for less than a second before going back to worry
>She puts her forehooves on your cheeks and pulls your head down so she can look you in the eye
>”Anon, can you Pinkie Promise me that you’re telling me the truth?”
>Without skipping a beat you say
“Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”
>She looks in to your eyes again, and you to hers


“Whoa wait a minute Pinkie where you going?”
>She stops hopping and turns to face you
>”I’m gonna have a little talk with Applejack. You stay here and finish your cupcake you silly filly, and don’t worry about mean old Applejack trying to hurt you anymore okay?”
>This p0ne, this p0ne right here
>You smile at her and she returns it before happily bouncing out of Sugarcube Corner
>You stare at your cupcake and take another glorious bite
>Oh man Pinkies good at what she does
>Meanwhile Applejack had been busy sorting a few apples in her cellar
>she stopped when she heard the sound effect associated with Pinkie Pie bouncing
>She wondered if that really was Pinkie or if she was just hearing things
>When Pinkie called out Applejack’s thoughts were confirmed
>”Hey Applejack ya down here? Whoa…it’s so dark down here. I remember when I turned off the lights in…”
>Long ramble? Yeah its Pinkie
>Applejack sighs and makes her way from her sorting section to the cellar stairs
>Applejack is not amused to see Pinkie talking away at the top of the stairs
>When Pinkie stops to take a breath Applejack speaks


>”Ah’m a little busy right now sugarcube, sorry ah can’t talk. Ya’ll mind  comin by later?”
>Pinkie pie bounces down the steps and stands right in front of Applejack
>She’s got her signature smile and demeanor upon her features
>Though Applejack was thrown for a loop
>”So I heard from a little birdie that you tried doing something to Anon last night.”
>Applejack’s jaw drops, but she quickly shuts her mouth in order to not arouse suspicion
>Pinkie Pie took note of her reaction without a doubt in her mind she fully believed Anon
>Now with the proof Pinkie Pie was free to get out what she wanted to say
>”Ah don’t know what yer talkin about Pinkie, ah didn’t do nuthin to em.”
>”He he, silly filly you’re a terrible liar.”
>Applejack’s jaw went slack for a second time
>”I know aaaaall about it missy. I have to say I’m disappointed in you Applejack.”
>Applejack scoffs and drops the act
>”So what? It’s not like you’ll be doin anything Pinkie, you’ll just sit there and wait for little ol Anon to come around, and when he does he’s gonna be buckin me while yer there with your pastries, he needs a real mare to get em goin not you.”
>Applejack expected Pinkie Pie to break down but instead she kept her same smile, she even giggled
>”Oh Applejack you’re so funny, but since you really let me know about that naughty thing you did let me tell you something missy.”



>Pinkie Pie’s eyes seem to bulge out of her head and they stretched to meet Applejack’s
>”I’ve got my eye on you, and if I see you try to hurt Anon again something bad might just happen.”
>Her eyes retract back in to her head
>”Are you threatening me Pinkie?”
>Pinkie giggles and snorts
>”No silly, I’m just saying if you try to hurt somep0-one I care about something bad will happen. I’m not threatening you, I’m warning you. I don’t wanna see you get hurt Applejack.”
>She’s still smiling; she hasn’t broken that silly demeanor of hers at all if Applejack didn’t know any better she’d say Pinkie was joking
>But the ‘I’m just kidding’ is never uttered
>When Applejack says nothing Pinkie speaks
>”It looks like you understand, have a nice day Applejack.”
>Pinkie starts humming to herself as she bounces up the stairs and out of site


>Back with you, you’ve finished your cupcake and are now awaiting Pinkie’s return
>Did she really go off to see Applejack, if so will she be okay?
>When you hear that familiar bouncing you know she’s fine
>You’re grinning from ear to ear to see her back
>But that smile is fucking gone when you see how she looks
>Her pink coat seems to have lost its luster
>Her hair is straightened like it was last night
>Her face is twisted in anger
>Curiosity overtakes you
“Did…did everything go okay?”
>Pinkie turns to you and makes her way over to you
>she takes a seat next to you
>”Yeah everything went fine Anon, it could of gone better though she just made me so mad. How can somep0ny find something like that okay? She was being so smug about it to.”
>Whoa, she needs to chill her tits
>Let’s see if these callused hands could do something
>Looks like stressed Pinkie could use a massage or something
“Dang Pinkie, just calm down for a bit okay? I really appreciate what you did you know?”
>When you get to work on your massage you immediately feel the tension in her body


>You work her up a good bit, eliciting a happy sigh from the troubled pink goodness
>she’s got a smile on her face now, though that off color and hair isn’t really doin it for ya
>Maybe you should try a little something today to help out that little process of turning her in to a pink bundle of joy again
>If Pinkie had the courage to stand up to somep0ny who could physically overpower her and her other friends then you should have the courage to not be such a bitch and give her a damn kiss at least
”By the way Pinkie?”
>She turns and looks up at you with half lidded eyes
>”Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees?”
“Ya know, it took a lot to stand up for me when faced with something like that. I feel that I should reward you, ya know?”
>Pinkie’s eyes open all the way and she raises an eyebrow
>Despite her quizzical look she smiles
>”What did you have in mind huh huh huh? Oooh is it a surprise? I love surprises, especially gifts! Oooh what did ya get me?”
>Oh dear god she’s going off on a tangent again.
>Yeah if you’re gonna slap your morals in the face you might as well do it now
>As she’s spewing forth another sentence you lean in and bring your lips to hers right as she finishes.
>She lets out a surprised squeak when you kiss her
> her eyes even grow to the size of saucers in surprise
>When she finally registers what the fuck is going on her mane and coat color go back to their colorful, bouncy selves
>The smell of bubblegum invades your senses yet again
>God you could get used to this
>Eventually you reluctantly part your lips from hers and stare in to her eyes
>You swear her face has turned a new shade of red
“So, did you like your present?”
>She lets out a soft squee when she smiles
>”Yes.”
>Man you love to make her smile.


>The rest of your time with Pinkie is spent swapping stories
>With Pinkie naturally going off on a tangent after every single one…..
>You pay attention for the most part, but when she starts talking incessantly you just can’t focus
>She’s an adorable p0ny but she needs an off switch
>Every time she goes off on a tangent she seems to smile between her words
>Her blue eyes watch you expectantly
>Wait….let’s do some basic reasoning here
>When Pinkie started going off about her present and wouldn’t stop you kissed her
>Now EVERYTHING she says is going off just like that
>Now let’s do some basic math Anon
>Bright blue eyes staring at you + Smile + constant talking = God damned p0ne wants you to kiss her again and she thinks she knows how to get you to do it.
>Fucking clever p0nies
“Pinkie?”
>Crankly doodle actually wore a hair piece, everyp0-“
“Pinkie?”
>”And did you see the sun this morning? I was looking at for a while and everything started getting all-“
“Pinkie.”
>”Oh and Gummy’s turning 2 next week you should totally come over and-“
>”PINKIE!”
>She leans in and bats her eyes at you while giving you a sly grin
>”Yeeeees Anon?”
“You’re not gonna get me to kiss you again by rambling.”
>Pinkie’s silent for a moment
>”…..Drat.”


>You can’t help but laugh, you hoped she’d take your laughing in good fun
>it’s a good thing she knows you aren’t ridiculing you, she still shoots you an annoyed glance all the same
>She’s cute even when she’s trying to appear angry
>As you go to stand you feel something tug at your pants leg
>You look down to see Pinkie’s little alligator gumming up your pants
>You aren’t a big fan of alligators
>You represent this dislike in the form of screaming like a little girl and kicking your leg up in to the air in hopes of freeing you from this ‘terror.’
>God the beta is strong with this one
>Gummy decides to use the force generated from your swinging leg to catapult himself up to your face
>facehugger.wav
>yeah you really aren’t enjoying this
>You go running around the tables in Sugar Cube corner in vain hopes of getting Gummy to release his super death grip upon your face
>Poor you, and Pinkie isn’t looking to help, she’s perfectly content sitting at the table watching you
>Oh god her sides
>Oh god your face
>You finally manage to pull the alligator from your face
>Gummy is giving you the biggest shit eating grin
>Before you can reprimand this little scaly menace Pinkie swipes him from your grip
>”Don’t be mad at Gummy, he was just playing, right gummy?”
>God that gator and his toothless grin, when he’s alone you swear you’ll get your revenge
“Yeah….all in good fun….”
>You sigh, admitting your defeat, you didn’t feel like making a bigger ass of yourself than you already did.


>She decides to go put up Gummy in her room, she lets you know she’ll be back momentarily
>You decide to just stay in the main room. You take a seat at your table and wait
>It’s another five minutes before you hear anything
>Pinkie’s calling you from within her room
>”Hey Anon, Gummy’s being a little fussy, can ya gimmie a hand?”
>Well why the fuck not?
>You make your way up the short steps to the second floor of the cake’s building
>The lights within the hallway is off, well this just gets better and better huh?
>A sudden creak can be heard as somep0ny shifts their weight upon the wooded floor
>This causes you to jump a bit, you’re startled easily
>Your jimmies can barely hold back the impending rustle
>You make your way to the only closed door with any illumination coming from under it
>You assume its Pinkie’s room considering you can hear her incessant giggling from the other side
>You open the door
>When you get inside you see Pinkie, with a can in her hand
>Pumpkin and Pound Cake have their own cans
>Even Gummy has a can da fuck?
>You look at the silly title graphic upon the cans
>Silly string
>All four of them have shit eating grins on their faces
>They fire their silly string
>You hit the floor
>Everyone walk the dinosaur
>Not even the dinosaur can save you from the torrent of silly string fired upon you
>Your jimmies are rustled.


>So much silly string
>Too much, there shouldn’t be that much
>The string hasn’t stopped within the minute they’ve been spraying you
>You’re buried at this point
>Beyond the blue, purple, and green string you see the cakes and pinkie sharing a laugh
>Poor Gummy can’t seem to aim the can and ends up spraying the silly string down his own gullet
>Lol karma’s a bitch gator
>When it seems like the cans have finally run out you stand
>The silly string sticks to you making you seem like a rainbow counterpart to Cousin It
>Your new ‘wardrobe’ causes them to laugh even harder
>Apparently their sides will not survive this laughter
>You aren’t quite as amused as you’d like, in fact you feel just a bit angry
>But it’s all in good fun right?
>You waddle your way over to a nearby mirror and look at yourself
>Well lookie here all you need is a pair of shades and a fedora and your swag mode will be stuck in the ‘on’ position
>You make your way from the mirror back to the now calming cakes and pinkie
>Yeah time to cut their fun short
>Somehow you’re able to grab hold of all the silly string stuck upon your person
>You calmly lift it off of you
>You then drop the pile of silly string on the three little pranksters
>”Hey! That’s not nice.”
“You just sprayed me with it, don’t talk about what’s nice and what isn’t.”
>The three p0nes pop out from within the pile
>each of them now sported quite the colorful beard
>Okay you have to admit this is pretty funny


>You try to hold back your laughter and fail
>Initiate side splitting mode
>Side splitting in progress….
>You’re on the floor now
>They look at each other and the three join in on your infectious laughter
>it’s a good five minutes before you’re able to speak again
>When you’re finally able to calm down you take a look around
>You spy a can sticking out from under her bed
>You smile slyly before rushing toward her bed
>You pull the can out from under it and quickly aim it at the three p0nes
“I think its about time for a little revenge.”
>Pinkie and the cake babies smile slyly at you before they each produce a can from thin air
>How the fuck did they do that?
>Doesn’t matter
>The next few hours is spent running around spraying each other with the string
>Thank god Sugarcube Corner was closed for the day, the ruckus was actually starting to draw a crowd


>You wouldn’t have had it any other way
>At one point in the day it turned in to the two of you wrestling while the cake babies threw bits at the two of you
>You felt like a little gladiator against this ‘pink menace’
>You have to hand it to Pinkie, where she lacks in strength she makes up in breaking all sorts of walls
>She disappears from view only to reappear inside your own shirt
>when you reach out to grab her she freaking disappears again, this time she’s behind you
>A simple tap of her hoof startles your jimmies, causing them to rustle
>This pink mare has no idea just how many times she’s made your jimmies rustle today
>You can’t seem to find a single fuck around these parts anymore
>Must have been that ‘ give a fuck movement’ out of cloudsdale that led them away
>You hit the floor, landing on your back in the process
>She stands upon your stomach, doing a victory pose relatively close to the same manner in which she ends her ‘evil enchantress song.’
>The cake babies are eating this shit up
>You can’t help but laugh as well from the way Pinkie is standing over you


>The rest of your day is virtually spent playing various games with Pinkie Pie and the cake children
>She’s got this crazed look in her eye you find hilarious
>You hear the turning of a knob and lo and behold Mr. and Mrs. Cake come waltzing on in
>They look from the two of you to the kids
>The two share a smile
>”Thanks for watching em for us again Pinkie….it’s good ya brought someone else to help you out.”
>Wait what? You didn’t even realize the Cakes weren’t home
>You were too busy getting your ass handed to you
>Whatever, you had fun, and you’re sure the kids did too, everyp0ny wins!
>Pinkie’s polite, she helps you to your feet….after giving you a good zapping with her hand buzzer?
>You didn’t know p0nies could wield such a tool, you decide not to question it
>”Oh, Anon are you planning on spending the night here? Sorry but…we don’t really have room for you. No offense.”
>Wait huh?
>You look out a nearby window to see the sun slowly creeping behind a the mountains in the distance
>Yeah you need to get back, your work starts tomorrow….yay
“Yeah, none taken Mrs. Cake. I gotta get to carrying apples tomorrow…starting bright and early. Sorry I didn’t let you guys know I’d be coming.”


>”Oh it’s quite alright dear, we love guests and Pinkie could always use a hand right Pinkie?”
>You turn back to see Pinkie bouncing around with the cake babies on her back
>She seems to have her shit handled like a baws
>But the way Mr. Cake is nibbling on his hooves so nervously while watching his kids bounce rather unsafely upon her back brings you to the realization that they’re gonna need someone to balance the sugar rush that is Pinkie Pie
>Mrs. Cake leans in and whispers
>”Please baby sit with Pinkie when we’re gone, last time we were out nearly 100 bits worth of flour was wasted.”
>You consider it
>”We’ll give you a few bits for your trouble…its more for Pinkie than for you.”
>Pinkie heard that last bit
>”Hey! I’m responsible enough!”
>Mrs Cake turns to see Pinkie with a serious look upon her features, unexpected to say the least
>”We know you are Pinkie, but isn’t it nice to have a hand every now and again.”
>Almost as if on cue the cake babies pull out a bag of flour out from under Pinkie’s bed, they proceed to pour it upon Pinkie before anyone can do anything
>Pinkie gives the two a deadpan look before snorting out some of the flower
>You chuckle
“Okay, if you guys stop the diabetes inducing show I’ll help you guys out when I got free time alright?”
>The cake babies do a little cheer, they’ve grown on ya Anon, and have fun dumbass it’s a pegasi and a unicorn, fucking flying and magic
>”Diabetes?”


 “It’s nothing Mrs. Cake I’m just saying this moment is adorable.”
>You tend to forget that most diseases you had heard about on earth didn’t exist here.
>”Okay.”
“Well uh, if nothing else I gotta get back, thanks for the good time Pinkie. Good night everyp0ny.”
>As you turn to leave a wild Pinkie appears
>she starts bouncing in front of you incessantly blocking the door
>”Anon can I walk home with you huhuhuhuhuhuh?”
>Oh dear god she’s saying huh at 88 miles an hour!
>You stop her before she can start some serious shit
“Yes its fine, you can walk with me!”
>”Woohoo!”
>She leaps up to your shoulders and positions herself upon you
>You’re now giving a p0ny a piggy back ride
>You see a single pink marshmellow hoof point out from behind you
>”GO ANON GO!”
>With a nervous chuckle you turn to give the cakes a good bye wave before heading out of Pinkie’s room and to the main floor of sugarcube corner
“Pinkie are you really gonna ride me all the way to Sweet Apple Acres?”
>Pinkie appears to be in deep thought before answering
>”Maybe.”
>Good enough for you
>You make your way in to Ponyville in direction of your ‘home.’


>Luna’s moon is high in the sky by the time you hit the path to Sweet Apple Acres
>You hope the Apples weren’t worried about your extended absence
>They probably left your dinner for you on the table
>Boy do you love apples for dinner
>You pick up Pinkie off of your back by her sides and bring her around to face you while still holding her in your hands
>You’ve got no idea how you kept her in your hands while doing that
>You play it off as voodoo magic
>”That was soo much fun we should do it again!”
>God that smile and those bright blue eyes, they seem so entrancing with the light of the moon
>You seem lost in her blue pools, the moons light almost makes it appears as though she’s looking at you with sapphire eyes
>You’ve no idea how long you’ve held her in front of you before she starts waving her hooves in your face
>”Equestria to Anon, come in Anon.”
>You shake your head rapidly to bring yourself back to reality
“Do wha huh?”
>Pinkie’s giggling and snorting at this point
>You are not amused
>You smile devilishly
>You move your hands from her sides to try and drop her and fail
>Your fingers get caught in her mane
>Oh god this isn’t good


>She’s hanging from your fingers and you’re trying to untangle them from her mane
>She doesn’t seem to be in pain, just….gazing up at you, waiting.
>Finally you make progress and she drops to the ground
>A few strands of her mane stay with you
>Whoops
>You look down to Pinkie, she doesn’t appear mad, but she didn’t like the aspect of losing some of her curls.
>When ya think about it she either has completely straight hair, or super freaking puffed up hair
“Ya know, you don’t look bad with straight hair.”
>She looks up at you and raises an eyebrow
>”Huh?”
>Wait does she not know what you’re talking about
“You know, the way your hair was when ya came back after talking with Applejack.”


>”Hmmmmmmm, like this?”
>You hear the sound of a balloon deflating; her mane and tail go back to that straightened shape from before
>Unlike earlier today though she retains her Pinkie tint
“Yeah like that Pinkie.”
>She looks up at you
>”How can you like this look? It’s so boring!”
>You smile in return
“Pinkie I like all aspects of you, not just your zany wacky self.”
>You can’t tell her face turned a shade of scarlet in the moonlight
>You running a hand through her now straightened mane didn’t help
“Besides, doesn’t this feel much better?”
>As you scratch her head and behind her ears the feeling elicits a satisfied sigh from the pink mare
>”It feels so nice Anon.”
“I’m glad you agree. So, are ya gonna keep it like this?”
>She looks up at you and gives you a grin
>”I’ll think about it.”
>she bounces, before you can react she brings her lips to yours for an innocent little kiss
>You’re happy she didn’t try to take it further but you can’t seem to shake this nagging feeling that you’d like to do more than just end the night with a simple peck.
>Oh well, there’s always another time, and Pinkie doesn’t look dissatisfied
>”Night Anon.”
>Pinkie starts her bounce back home, leaving you to bask in Luna’s light alone.
>You don’t see an orange mare peeking at you from a nearby bush


>You take your time walking back on to the Apple’s property, the moon has drawn your attention
>Luna seems to go all out in her work, the stars are always a nice touch
>A rustling from a nearby bush catches your attention, drawing you away from the beautiful night sky
>you look around, expecting to see a squirrel or something
>silence
>Okay.jpeg
>You go back to walking, the rustling starts up in an adjacent bush
>This isn’t amusing you or your jimmies in the slightest
>You call out in an annoyed tone
“Okay who the hell is out here?”
>silence is your only response
>This is really getting creepy now
>You start jogging to the Apple Home
>You’ve moved from the rows of bushes and trees to the open field
>Everything is illuminated by Luna’s Light, so if someone is following you and wishes to continue they’d need to come out to follow you
>Lo and behold when you turn around you see a small shadowy figure in full gallop running in your direction
>Okay motherbucker lets do this


>You’re ready for them to take a running leap at you, but what happens surprises you
>Not only did the figure stop, but it spoke
>”Anon, wha took ya so long?”
>Applejack
>Okay what the hell is she doing following you now? Is she going to try her shit again while you’re alone
>You prepare for that possibility
>”Ah saw ya with little Ms Pinkamina Anon, ah don’t care for that none.”
>You don’t seem to find a fuck to give
“Well what do you care?”
>”Ah told ya ah like ya Anon, an ah’m not gonna lose ta Pinkie of all ponies.”
“Well too buckin bad Applejack, unlike you she’s not going to go so far as to rape me.”
>”Well what about me Anon? Ah took ya in, gave ya a job, gave ya food. Is this really how yer gonna repay me?”
>That hit you like a truck
“So you only helped me so I could owe you? Yeah some friend you are Applejack. Buck you, and at least Pinkie offered to help without trying to hold it over my head.”
>You turn to walk away, but a strong impact to the center of your back makes sure that won’t happen
>You fly forward, the force of the impact causes you to bounce, you roll a bit and end up on your back
>Okay this shit is really not going to happen

>Oh god your back, you hope her kick didn’t make you slip a disk
>You can’t seem to be able to fight the growing pain in your back to be able to stand
>Applejack makes her way over to you
>When she trots over to you she stands over you
>She gently rubs a hoof on your chest in small circles
>”Now ya won’t be getting away from me, right sugarcube?”
“Fuck you!”
>That’s all you can manage out before you groan again
>You feel a hoof strike you across the jaw
>You see a pair of angry green eyes look in to yours
>”Ah don think ya’ll understand darlin ah like it rough, taint fun if ya’ll ain’t tussling around in the grass a little.”
>Oh god Applejack is like the abusive husband
>All you need is a good bit to rest your sore parts so you can strike her.
>Your aggressive demeanor earns you another hoof to the jaw
>And now you’re stunned, great
>”There we go, now all ah gotta do is get these here pants off….”
>You feel her teeth start to tug at your pants
>You groan but you can’t seem to muster up the strength to pull her off of you


>You’re disoriented ass just lays there
>When you feel her finally pull your pants off of you, you lie back and resign to the fate that you’ll be getting rutted by a crazy mare
>”What in tarnation?”
>You hear the sound of something thick hitting someone
>Applejack groans and hits the dirt next to you, knocked the fuck out
>The last moments of consciousness are spent eyeing a pink mane and hearing a low throaty growl


>You’re a bit disoriented but you manage to come back in to consciousness
>Through your blurred vision you manage to make out a few familiar shapes
>You’re within a bed inside of a hospital room, you’ve been hooked up to a couple of machines you can’t seem to recognize aside from that good old morphine drip they got going in to you
>It takes you a minute to register that two beds were pushed together in order to create a comfortable area for you to lay
>Okay that’s cool, but a change of clothes would be nice…or well any clothing for that matter
>It’s to be expected, this hospital isn’t equipped for humans, hell you’d only given the p0nies a basic rundown of your overall physique. Only Twilight knew more than the medical staff stationed here
>The lights have been turned down for the night, your only source of illumination came from Luna’s moon which flooded in from a nearby window
>You’ve no idea how many hours have passed since Applejack’s…
>Wait did Applejack do anything?
>You try to run your hands along your person to check for any harm you may have incurred within the time.
>Your hand runs along the section Applejack bucked…yeah that’s pretty fucked up it feels like a portion of your spine is out of alignment or something, fuck it you’re not a doctor you don’t know how to diagnose yourself.
>That’s gonna hurt when they take away your precious morphine


>When you come to terms with your situation you start to wonder just how could you have ended up here, you don’t remember much after Applejack started tugging at your pants
>You hear a soft sigh coming from the side of your bed, you turn your gaze to see a p0ny with its head in its hooves
>You squint to get a good look, the poor lighting didn’t help your cause
>You manage to make out a straightened mane and an off pink….
>Oh shit its Pinkie Pie
>Suddenly it all makes sense
>You recall something pink rushing around after….oh shit Pinkie knocked Applejack the fuck out
>There’s the memories, then there’s the point at where you blacked out
>If its still the same night there’s no way the medical staff at Ponyville Medical could actually get out to Sweet Apple Acres and carry you back within that same night
>That would mean Pinkie Pie here carried you all the way back. Away from that rapist p0ne.
>And she even waited here for you to wake up, you fight to keep yourself from shedding a manly tear
>Pinkie really goes the extra mile for her friends, a very admirable trait
>You get a better look to see she’s sound asleep
>Though from the way the blanket around her is stained you can tell she’s been crying
>You resist the urge to signify your satisfaction at her overall adorable demeanor
>You lean over and shake her shoulder softly
>She lets out a soft whimper and turns her head away from you


>God that’s just too damn cute, you resist the urge to d'awww
>You shake her shoulder a little harder
>she lets out a yawn, her bright blue eyes finally flutter open
>She smacks her lips a bit before she focuses upon you
>You give her a big smile and you can see her tears begin anew
>She wastes no time in wrapping her hooves around your neck and sob in to you
>You embrace her and pull her on top of you so her hooves aren’t hanging off the bed
“Calm down Pinkie it was just a buck.”
>Yeah trying to act all tough Anon? Let’s see you say that again without the drugs
>You let Pinkie sob for a little while longer, give her time to calm down. It’s not like you’re bothering anyone, they put you in to a room by yourself.
>You softly run your hand through her mane as she sobs, in hopes of calming her down
>You assume she’d already cried enough when she brought you in
>You decide not to say ask anything as of yet, nothing needs be to answered at this point
>You’re satisfied with just holding her while she slowly stops crying
>”I was so worried, I got a…a leg shake, tail twitch, and teeth chatter.”
“What does that mean?”
>”It meant you were in trouble silly filly.”
>She wipes her eyes and giggles for a bit, when she finally pries her hooves away from her face you can see that her beautiful blue eyes were bloodshot from the constant streams of tears
>You really hated bringing her to this point that hatred only grew for the one who caused all of this
>Applejack... you were going to let her have it when you were well enough
>No one makes Pinkie cry and gets away with it.


>You insist that Pinkie should go ahead and go home to get some much needed shut eye, surprisingly she didn’t fight against your idea.
>”Okey dokey Loki.”
>With a smile and a hop she’s out of your hospital quarters leaving you to yourself, you sigh to yourself and lie back upon your bed, thinking as to how you’ll get back at Applejack for this
>Granted you knew Applejack had these feelings for you, the way she acted when she was around you was more than enough evidence to support that claim, but two things stopped you from returning those feelings.
>For one you weren’t exactly warmed up to the idea of dating a p0ny, and Applejack was sort of off putting in your own opinion, she didn’t exactly attract you in the same way.
>For two you’ve come to see Applejack as more of your sister than a possible ‘special somep0ny’ you can agree that she had traits that would attract somep0ny, hell a stallion would be crazy not to go for Applejack, but you weren’t that ‘stallion.’ She didn’t help her situation out by attempting to rape you…twice.
>Despite these thoughts crossing your mind, sleep comes rather easy. As sweet sleep overtakes you, you hope to yourself that your stay within Ponyville Medical is short lived, you can’t wait to get out and spend some more quality time with a certain pink mare.


>Meanwhile
>Pinkie had been bouncing around a very familiar path for quite a while now, she’d been entertaining herself by humming ‘giggle at the ghosties’ as she bounced
>Despite her smile and her overall bubbly demeanor, one could tell she was a mare on a mission, said familiar path took her to the dirt road leading to Sweet Apple Acres, and she took to that road still bouncing all the while.
>She eventually reached the area of the open field she left Applejack in. Lo and behold Applejack was still there.
>Pinkie could see that Applejack had come to, but she was still disoriented. She’d manage to crawl a few yards down the field towards her home over the course of the few hours the two of you had left her.
>”Hi”
>Applejack’s ears perked up from the familiar sound of her friend’s voice, Applejack hadn’t seen who’d knocked her out, but she got a good feeling as to who was responsible
>“Ah…Pinkie….why’d ya.hit me?”
>”Because silly, you were gonna try and rape Anon again.”
>As Pinkie finished her sentence her color faded to a familiar off pink, Applejack managed to focus upon Pinkie’s facial features despite the poor lighting she had from the moon hanging overhead
>Pinkie’s face was twisted in rage, she viewed Applejack with such hatred that it caused her old friend to shake with fear, Pinkie spoke again, unlike before she carried no happy tone, this one was filled with malice
>”I warned you Applejack, I said something bad would happen if you tried to rape him again..”
>Applejack’s eyes widened when she saw Pinkie raise her forehoof
>”Pinkie, wa-“
>One strong blow to the temple knocked Applejack out for the second time that night. Pinkie eyed the now unconscious Applejack with a psychotic grin


>One strong blow to the temple knocked Applejack out for the second time that night. Pinkie eyed the now unconscious Applejack with a psychotic grin
>”Now we can get started on your punishment Applejack.”
>Pinkie closed her mouth upon Applejack’s tail and began to drag her out of the field in to the direction of Ponyville
>It took quite a while but Pinkie would not be deterred, she wanted to make sure Applejack would learn that attempting to rape her special somp0ny had consequences.
>All of her rage was completely focused upon Applejack, sure Fluttershy had attempted to rape Anon on multiple occasions, but unlike Applejack Fluttershy’s attempts were innocent, Pinkie knew nothing would happen between those two so she held no fear, nor anger over Anon and Fluttershy being around one another
>Finally Sugarcube corner’s front door had been reached; Applejack was still unconscious so there would be no need to hit her for a third time tonight.
>Pinkie let out a little squee of joy, everything seemed to be going her way tonight, aside from Anon being hurt of course, thinking of Anon’s broken form stuck in his hospital bed only fueled the fire burning within her….yeah Applejack will learn
>Pinkie made no sound as she dragged Applejack through the main floor of Sugarcube Corner, it didn’t take her too long to reach her destination: The basement.
>Pinkie’s smile widened as she dragged Applejack down the stairs, as Pinkie dragged her down she paid no mind to the amount of times Applejack’s head hit the stairs on their way down
>The basement was well lit, along the walls sat various ingredients stored for the cakes whenever they made their delicious pastries, a particular shelf caught Pinkie’s interest


>The basement was well lit, along the walls sat various ingredients stored for the cakes whenever they made their delicious pastries, a particular shelf caught Pinkie’s interest
>She opened her mouth and took Applejack’s tail from it, she walked over to a particular section of the basement shelves that held the flour, Pinkie started talking to herself when she reached out for a particular bag of flour
>”First you take a cup of flour and add it to the mix.”
>As she said this, she moved a bag of flour out of her way so she’d get a full face look at the bare wall behind it
>Pinkie raised a marshmallow hoof and pressed a certain section of the wall behind the flour. A portion of the wall pressed inward upon the feeling of Pinkie's hoof. The grinding of gears could be heard as a section of the basement’s wall opened up to reveal a hidden room within
>Pinkie resumed dragging Applejack in to this new section of the basement, as Applejack’s head made it through the threshold,  that section of wall that lifted closed.

>This second room looked nothing like the first, the interior resembled that of a medieval dungeon, the only illumination came from half a dozen torches that lined the walls, along with what appeared to be an enchanted fireplace.
>The reason for the assumption of ‘enchanted’ would be that there was no smoke billowing from the fireplace, though the heat remained.
>The proof of this heat was a single red hot metal fire poker half consumed within the flames
>Along the walls various whips, chains, ball-gags, riding crops, saddles, and the like aligned the walls….it became questionable when various meat cleavers, knives, needles, hammers and nails could be seen along with the ‘kinky’ props.
>there was even a single solitary table with metal cuffs upon it so one could keep a p0ny….or a human pinned, it appears as though it had been specially made to fit both species
>Apparently Pinkie had a wild side to her, though unlike what a viewer might think, this night Pinkie had no intention of giving Applejack painful pleasure…no this would be a real punishment
>Pinkie eyes shrank down to the size of pin pricks and her smile grew when she started going over in her mind how she’d go about punishing her so called ‘friend.’
>Pinkie managed to put Applejack’s unconscious form upon the table, Applejack began to stir, causing Pinkie to rush the bindings
>Applejack wasn’t at full attention until the last cuff closed
>Applejack began to groan as she slowly took in her current surroundings, her eyes slowly widened in horror when she scanned the walls where the blades hanged
>”Wha…..where…where am I?”
>”HI!”

>Pinkie response was immediate, and surprising, causing Applejack to attempt to leap back, her surprise came around for a second time when she realized she couldn’t move
>”Why am I tied up?”
>Pinkie didn’t respond, she only smiled, and her smile was unnerving to say the least. Pinkie turned her gaze over to a riding crop that hung upon a hook on the wall, Pinkie took it in to her forehooves and made her way back to a waiting Applejack
>Pinkie gave it a test crack before bringing it to Applejack’s face
>”What are ya gonna do with that?”
>Pinkie decides to give Applejack an answer she can understand
>”When you talk out of line you get hit, simple as that.”
>Applejack scoffs, she obviously doesn’t realize the situation she’s in
>”Pinkie you an ah both know ya’ll aren’t gonna hit-?”
>Pinkie’s response is bringing the riding crop across Applejack’s exposed chest, it left a significantly red mark in a horizontal line
>Applejack cried out in pain, her cries of pain only earned her another strike from Pinkie’s crop, this time she struck Applejack across the face, leaving another mark, this time upon Applejack’s right cheek


>Each cry of pain was only answered with the sound of the crop being brought across her exposed body again and again, it took nearly a dozen strikes before Applejack finally stopped crying out and instead broke down in to quiet sobs
>”There we go Applejack, I figured it wouldn’t of taken so many hits to get you to figure it out, I expect you to be smarter than that. Such a shame really. You may speak now.”
>Applejack was confused, she was also hurt both emotionally and physically by Pinkie’s sudden change, where was the bubbling happy bundle of joy she befriended so long ago, why was she doing this? Was she really that mad that about Anon? Could Pinkie Pie not understand why she’d want to be with him? Why she was attracted to him?
>”W…why Pinkie, why are ya doin this?”
>“Because silly, I warned you. I told you that bad things might happen if you tried to rape MY Anon again, and lookie at what’s happening to you, I’d say this is pretty bad Applejack, but I feel that I’ve been a bit too hard on you. This is the first time you’ve ever done something like land my special somep0ny in the hospital after all. Maybe it’s time I gave you a little reward rather than a punishment.”
>Applejack’s ears perked up at the sound of this

>”Oh thank you Pinkie, ah promise I won’t tell nop0ny about this, I’ll leave Anon alone I swear.”
>”T sk tsk tsk, Applejack, you and I both know I can’t let you go just yet. You’re either gonna try to hurt me, or you’re just gonna go right back to trying to rape Anon again. After I give you your reward you’re free to leave. Besides silly, what made you think letting you go was your reward.”
>”Well if that’s not my reward then what is?”
>Pinkie’s smile looked like it was gonna tear her face at this point
>”I’m gonna let you fuck Anon of course!”
>This sudden outburst, no this answer caused Applejack’s jaw to drop and a sudden blush to appear upon her face.
>Pinkie shook her head and giggled, causing Applejack to raise a brow in confusion
>”You’re so funny Applejack, you really thought I was gonna let you have the real thing? No silly filly I got something much better!”
>Applejack couldn’t really position herself to get a good look at Pinkie as she walked towards the fireplace.
>Though she could see what Pinkie pulled out from within the fireplace, a red hot fucking fire poker, though the end that was placed in to the flame seemed thicker than the remainder of it
>Pinkie turned to look at Applejack, her smile never leaving her face, it was then Applejack realized just what Pinkie had meant when Pinkie said she’d let her fuck Anon.

>”Now Applejack are you ready, and don’t worry your pretty little head about how Anon here’s gonna rut you. He knows you like it rough.”
>Pinkie slowly slide the fire poker closer….closer….closer….right before the fire poker touched the supposed target Pinkie changed direction, instead branding Applejack’s inner thigh with the fire poker, leaving a scorched section of fur and skin, Applejack screamed when the burning heat touched her flesh, marking her permanently.
>Though relief washed over her when she heard the loud clang of the fire poker hitting the floor, Pinkie’s laughter filled the room yet again
>”I’m not gonna mutilate you on the first strike Applejack! That’s not until strike two.”
>Pinkie then grabbed a cleaver off of the wall and walked back up to Applejack’s face, her smile now gone, Pinkie leaned in and looked in to Applejack’s tear stained face and spoke
>”Now if I find out you tried to rape Anon, if I found out you hurt Anon, if I so much as see you look at him like you wanna rut him I WILL make it to where no stallion will find that burlap sack you call your marehood  useful, let alone Anon. Now go back to sleep and let Auntie Pinkie Pie take care of ya…and don’t forget this was all just a silly little dream…”
>As Pinkie finished her sentence she turned the cleaver so the sharp end faced away from Applejack, with a quick swing Applejack was out cold yet again.


>The next day arrives sooner than expected, it always fucking does.
>Some orderly was kind enough to draw back your curtains while you slept, allowing the sun to pour in to your room.
>You hated the sun right now, it reminded you of the remedial tasks you’d had to do over the last two months, and your injuries didn’t help your mood either
>Oh wait a minute, after what had occurred last night, would you even be willing to go back to work on that damn apple farm?
>Being anywhere near a rapist didn’t do your heart any good. Not that you were a weak individual, but you couldn’t possibly take another bucking like Applejack gave you just a few hours ago.
>Just what the fuck was going on in Applejack’s head for her to think it’d be a good idea to buck your fucking torso?
>Now you’re useless, you won’t be able to earn anymore damn bits, you no longer have shelter. Outside of this hospital you’re now homeless.
>Sure you could go back to Sweet Apple Acres, but again, rapist Applejack. You’re sure she’ll definitely try something like last night again when you’re good and healthy…..you’ll have somep0ny make their way to Sweet Apple Acres and let them know you’re quitting.
>Gotta let em know about the bits you got in your underwear drawer, you’ve made enough bits to nearly hit the four digit mark, yes you’ve been working your ass off that much, it helped not having to pay for housing, dinner, or anything else for that matter. To the Apples you were just another member of their family….apparently they didn’t mind incest.
>You shudder at the thought, though you’re brought from those thoughts when your chest and stomach unleash a new wave of pain throughout the rest of your body
>Your chest and stomach still hurt like hell, sure the pain may of subsided from a few hours ago, but after passing out and being put on something to numb the pain, you had nothing to go on to compare.
>The pressure didn’t make it any…wait pressure? It felt as though something was sitting upon your chest…or lying down
>You tilt your head down to look at your lying form. You notice steady rising and falling from your blankets, a bunched form can be made out. Whatever it is, it’s decided you’re the most comfortable thing in the room.
>You resist the urge to yell for Nurse Redheart and decide to do a little investigation of your own as to who the hell could be sleeping on you.
>As you lift your covers you’re greeted with the smell of cotton candy and an eyeful of curly pink mane. You can’t help but smile through your excruciating pain at the little pink p0ne who made herself right at home on you.
>You’re content to just watch her sleep for a moment, she’s curled up on your chest, her forehooves are wrapped around your chest in a hugging motion, and she’s cooing after ever few breaths. When she nuzzles your exposed chest you can’t help but feel super diabetes take hold of you.
>You let her sleep peacefully for just a few minutes before you can’t take it anymore, your chest is crying for relief and sadly you need it.  If it wasn’t for the fact that her lying on you was causing you pain you’d let her just lie there and sleep, she deserved whatever reprieve she got in your eyes.
>You nudge her in order to attempt to wake her, her only response is to repeat the nuzzling, making sure to let out a few unsatisfied grunts as well. You can see her soft smile turn in to an annoyed frown, her brow furrows.
>Okay yeah this is breaking your heart now you sappy fuck, but she’s got to come off.
>You nudge her a bit harder this time, finally she comes to. Her big blue eyes slowly open and fixate upon yours, it’s at that point you notice the bags that have formed under her eyes. She probably didn’t get shit for sleep last night. You recall telling her to go ahead and go home; she probably did so but came back as soon as visiting hours began.
>She smiles up at you, you attempt to return the smile but grimace when she adjusts herself upon you to get a better look at you. Pinkie doesn’t appear to realize the repercussions of adjusting her weight upon you. You grimace when she rolls from her side to her stomach, luckily this causes her to take the hint.
>She looks down at where she’s laying and gasps, she leaps off of your chest, landing upon the floor next to your bed
>”Ohmygosh I’m so sorry I got in this morning and you were asleep and I didn’t sleep last night so I got all sleepy from looking at you and I didn’t wanna sleep in that chair again so I got on your bed then you looked so comfy so I got on top of you and I didn’t hurt you did I?”
>You think you caught maybe…half of what she said, you have no clue she’s talking a mile a minute so to speak. Her eyes are wide with worry; she probably thinks she’s made your condition worse.
>Despite your torso ‘whining’ in pain you give Pinkie a genuine smile, which seems to convince her. She comically wipes off the sweat on her brow after she calms down.
>You forget she’s Pinkie Pie; she’s going to be bouncing off the walls here in a second, wait she’s yawning? Oh lawd she really is tired isn’t she, and you woke her up you asshole
>You seem to forget that she was just causing you unintentional pain, oh well it’s not like you’re in the middle of a field, if you were in real trouble you could just call the nurse. You motion for Pinkie to shut the curtains before telling her to get back on your hospital bed. She doesn’t seem to mind shutting the curtains, but she seems reluctant to get in bed with you again. Despite your body’s protest you maneuver yourself so Pinkie would have room to take a spot next to you.
>You pat the spot for her expectantly. With a smile and a squee she complies. She leaps up in to your bed and makes herself comfortable next to you
>You instinctively wrap your arm around her and pull her close, in return she nuzzles in to your side and then she carefully drapes a hoof across your chest, being sure not to cause you any further pain. She succeeds.
>With the light being pacified by the curtains you can’t help but feel Pinkie’s sleepy demeanor affect you as well, your eyelids begin to feel that familiar sense of weight as you slowly slide them closed.
>You decide to wait until the two of you wake up again before letting Pinkie know of a few decisions you’d made within your mind about how your current situation stands. You’re certain she’ll be happy with the results; Pinkie Pie did say she’d spare some room for you after all, why not take her up on that offer.
>You hope that offer still stands. As sweet sleep brings you in to its gentle embrace you can’t help but smile when you hear Pinkie’s satisfied sigh.


>The next few hours are spent in blissful slumber that is until an orderly decides he’s going to draw the curtains back and let the sun in yet again.
>This wakes up Pinkie immediately, though you on the other hand, are none the wiser. Pinkie shoots the orderly an annoyed glare before promptly walking over to the curtains and drawing them closed.
>The orderly calmly walks back to the curtains and pulls them open
>”Doctor says the sun will do em some good.”
>Pinkie closes them right back and glares at the orderly
“And I say the doctor is a quack. They stay closed.”
>The orderly opens the curtains yet again, only to have them be closed yet again by Pinkie Pie. This time the orderly is giving Pinkie the same glare she’s giving him. They start alternating back and forth between opening and closing the curtains until Pinkie opens the curtains herself, causing the orderly to close them.
“I say the curtains stay opened!”
>”And I say they stay closed!”
“Open.”
>”Closed.”
“OPEN!”
>”I say they stay closed and that’s final!”
> When the orderly starts foaming at the mouth, Pinkie takes this as a sign to stop, she’s got what she was looking to get anyway. Pinkie takes his response with a smile, baffling the orderly, that is until he realizes he’s been tricked.
 “Okey dokey Loki.”
>She bounces back over to your bed and takes her spot back, though her eyes shoot open when she realizes you’re wide awake. Apparently their yelling back and forth woke you from your peaceful slumber.
>When you turn to face her you see her grinning sheepishly while rubbing the back of her head with a forehoof. She’s giggling nervously.


>When you turn to face her you see her grinning sheepishly while rubbing the back of her head with a forehoof. She’s giggling nervously.
>”Heheheh, sorry about that.”
“Its fine, I needed to get up anyway, did they bring breakfast?”
>Pinkie shakes her head rapidly, dear lord it looks like she’s got five heads on one neck she’s shaking it so fast
>”Nopey dopey lopey. I brought something for you from Sugarcube Corner instead! I’m sure you’ll love what I got much more than what they’ll give you here.”
>When she insults the food the hospital provides the orderly starts to grumble to himself as he walks out, talking about unappreciative bucking something or others.
>You can’t argue with her logic, before you came to Equestria you’d made your mark visiting plenty of hospitals before then.  Sicknesses, car wrecks, etc, all brought you in to the ER and in to a damned hospital bed on more than one occasion. It didn’t take but one visit to realize your distaste for hospital cuisine.


>Your mouth begins to water when Pinkie ducks under your bed and comes back to reveal a tray of your favorite fucking cupcakes. Those ones from your day at the marketplace, you stare intently, seemingly hypnotized by the sugary goodness.
>Pinkie giggles as she moves the tray before your eyes, causing you to follow it like a dog desperately wanting a treat. Looks like she’s having a ball over your sudden obsession, wait you have shit you gotta talk to her about, snap out of it.
>You mentally slap yourself, finally breaking whatever hold these cupcakes had upon your psyche.
“Hey Pinkie? There’s uh…a few things I wanted to talk to you about.”
>Pinkie sets the tray of cupcakes by your feet before rejoining you on your bed.
>”Yeeeees Anon?”
“See, I was thinking I should try to steer clear of Applejack.”
>”Duh, she tried to rape you Anon I’d stay away from her too…but she’s still a friend, she’s just confused is all.”
“Yeah, confused….anyway I’m thinking of sending someone out to Sweet Apple Acres to go fetch my things. I….I don’t plan on going back there if I can help it.”
>”Ooooh Are ya moving somewhere? Where you gonna stay?”


 “Well see, that’s the thing, I was kinda….sorta hoping…your offer still stood? I wouldn’t mind moving in with you, I’m sure the doctors gonna say I need to stop myself from doing any strenuous activity for a while and I figure washing dishes or cleaning down tables would be less strenuous then hauling apples. Also…I’m not going to work for a family with a rapist at my back. I know it’s been a while but…Pinkie?”
>As soon as you mention moving in with her she starts acting like she’s trying to hold something back, she’s grinding her teeth while looking from side to side, you notice she’s beginning to sweat out of nervousness. Suddenly her teeth begin to chatter and her marshmallow hooves begin to shake
“Pinkie, are you okay? You look like you’re trying to uh…stop yourself from doing something.”
>She’s straining to speak, as if doing so would stop her from holding herself back and doing whatever it is she’s trying to prevent herself from doing.
>”Really happy right now….must hug you…..but you’re hurt….must….resist…..resistance failing…”
>Oh god her whole body's shaking now.


>Okay maybe a little hug from your soon to be pink roommate wouldn’t hurt right?
>You give Pinkie the ‘okay’ for a hug before she explodes…seriously her body started to expand like a balloon she needed this.
>Thankfully she’s careful about where she hugs and in turn hugs you around the neck rather than the torso, so now instead of having to deal with potential cracking of ribs you now have to make sure she doesn’t crush your windpipe in this death grip hug of hers.
>She lets out a squee of joy as she hugs tighter, much to your dismay
>Oh god stay conscious stay conscious, you give Pinkie pie a quick tap on her forehooves in order to at least signal that you’re near death.
>Oh god she’s just squeezing tighter, goodbye cruel world.
>Luckily she sees your now blue face and let’s go of you immediately
>”Hehehe….sorry.”
>You cough a little before finally letting in gulps of air, sweet sweet air.
“It’s…okay…you were excited….just…tone it down next time.”
>She nods as if she understands what you mean, but you know she’ll probably do it again….and again
>Whatever its Pinkie Pie, plus infinite hugs? What’s not to like?


>The next three days within your hospital bed are long and boring for the most part. At least Pinkie was there to help fill the void with games, sweets, and constant talking.
>Twilight and the others came to visit you while you were bedridden as well, you were thankful for their company, it was nice getting in touch with everyone again, at least they could tell you what you’ve missed out on since being in your damn bed.
>The only one who didn’t make an appearance was Applejack; the other p0nies hadn’t seen her since the day before she injured you. Dash is quite furious at this outcome, she’s sure to voice her displeasure at how Applejack acted towards you. Going so far as to leave in a huff in an attempt to find Applejack and bring about her form of justice.
>It was refreshing to say the least, for the most part you and Dash never quite hung out as often as one would think, your conflicting personalities saw to that one, she was a huge sports fanatic, and you were somewhat of a techie before coming to Equestria.


>the only thing the two of you had in common was booze and movies, and even the events that involved the two didn’t occur often enough.
>Twilight seemed to be trying to block out the thought of The Element of Honesty becoming a rapist, she didn’t do a very good job. When you saw Twilight her mane was all over the place and her eyes seemed to be the size of pin pricks, her constant shifting in place and her nervous laughter made you think she’d been a bit more shaken up by this development than you.
>She told you that she believed such an event could bring Discord back, to think an Agent of Chaos being reborn just because a p0ny wanted a piece of you. The thought seemed silly to you and everyone else. Then you remember just how paranoid Twilight is about things like that, dear lord this bookworm need a vacation.
>Fluttershy remained quiet for the most part, only asking how you felt. Pinkie stood guard just in case Flutterkink tried anything. She didn’t thankfully; you’d never expect Fluttershy to actually behave herself while she was around you, but when someone’s hurt she stops the bullshit and seriouses the fuck up.
>She even offers to help take care of you when you’re out of the hospital, you can’t help but think she’s got an ulterior motive.


>Even with that thought hanging over your head you agree to allow her to help you out, kindness at its best you suppose.
>Pinkie even agrees that with Fluttershy on the job, you’d be in good hands…er hooves.
>You believe that will change as soon as you’re well again….which won’t be for quite a while.
> You weren’t really allowed to move out of your bed and even when you were, it took two orderlies to make sure you didn’t fall over yourself when you had to use the bathroom.
>Applejack did a better number on you than you thought; she must have been really in to it that day to do what she did. The Doctor tells you that your internal organs have suffered some trauma from the incident, well no shit.
>He tells you that at the end of the day you’ll be released in Fluttershy’s care, he also tells you not to do anything major for the next two weeks while the unicorn’s spell for your innards runs its course.
>Even though you’ll still be bed ridden for the better part of two weeks it’ll be nice to get out of the hospital. You can only play so many board games with Pinkie before you lose your mind, no matter what board game you play her in she always ALWAYS kicks your ass. You chalk it up to cheating cause you’re a sore loser.


>After the tenth game of the day with Pinkie you decide to call it quits, feeling content to simply look out of the window. The others had already made their way out for the night, content at knowing you were okay, but shaken up at knowing that Applejack was the one who caused you to be put into the hospital in the first place.
>Where the hell was she anyway? Was she hiding out on her property? Did she fear being judged by the rest of her friends? You know you would, what she tried to do to you was unforgivable. You’d probably hate her for a good portion of your life, hell you’d get to look at yourself everyday for the next two weeks as a constant reminder as to why you hate Applejack
>When the sun began to set for the third day the orderlies helped get you in to a wheelchair and brace they enchanted to help fit your body.
>Luckily they were able to understand your body structure easily over the course of 72 hours, enough so they’d get the proper dosages correct, and the proper equipment to help you along. You were impressed to say the least, at least now if you ended up with another injury that landed you in the hospital you’d be better off.


>As they dressed you, you can’t help but feel nervous. Applejack was out there somewhere, you didn’t know where, you didn’t know who she could be with, but she was out there. The moment you’re alone may be the moment she strikes next
>You can safely say your paranoia from this incident has only gotten worse, thanks Applejack.
>As Fluttershy wheeled you out of the hospital you waved goodbye to Pinkie, only to have her tell you that the Cakes have allowed more time off so she could spend some more time with you. The Cakes are very understanding of your situation, good god it’s almost as if Applejack’s urges brought out the best in everyp0ny around you.
>Apparently this was pre planned considering Fluttershy had no problem housing the two of you for the night in her cottage.
>She seems so kind when she isn’t trying to scheme a way to get in to your pants. Maybe you’ll forgive Fluttershy in time.
>She was certainly presenting a strong case for her redemption that much was certain.
>As she wheeled you in the direction of her cottage she and Pinkie started up a quiet conversation amongst themselves
>”So, I’ll be over pretty much every single day after work to check up on Anon over here. I hope that won’t be a problem.”


>"Oh not at all, I don't mind and I'm sure Anon here doesn't mind. Right anon?"
>You nod and give a smile in response
>Pinkie lets out a small, happy squeak before bouncing in to your lap
>She turns to face you, wrapping her forehooves around your shoulders as she did so
>You in turn wrap your hands around her lower back, pulling her closer in the process
>She smiles up at you from within your lap, her deep blue eyes staring right in to yours
>You can see the wonder and excitement within her gaze giving her eyes a slight twinkle to them, a site you could spend your entire day watching if you could.
>She wastes no time in closing her eyes and bringing her lips to yours
>As you close your eyes and in turn lean in to meet her lips, you feel a marshmallow hoof stop your advance
>Hmm?
>You open your eyes to see Pinkie grinning at you, her hoof holding keeping you from completing your damn kiss
"Why'd ya stop me Pinkie?"
>She answers by simply moving her hoof and smiling at you
"I'm afraid I don't-"
>You don't get to finish your sentence, Pinkie brings her lips to your in an eager kiss, eliciting a surprised grunt from you.
>Needless to say you returned the kiss with as much fervor as Pinkie, or as close to it as you could.
>Eventually the need for oxygen becomes top priority as the two of you part.
>"It's....it's no fun...if it isn't a surprise every now and again silly filly."
>Her response brings a smile to your tired lips.

>You hear Fluttershy whimpering from behind you, the two of you instinctively turn to see Fluttershy trembling while watching the two of you, her wings at full extension
>"T.....that's not fair..."
>Oh dear god she's regressing....you think?
>Oh no, she's just jealous, were she to try anything Pinkie would probably do to her what she did to Applejack almost a week ago.
"Sorry about that Fluttershy....will ya be okay?"
>After a bit of heavy breathing Fluttershy's wings finally close. Felt like a good ten minutes before she calmed the hell down.
>You now note to keep physical contact to a minimum when you're around Fluttershy, she's probably desperate for your touch as well
>And to think you're going to be spending a few weeks with Flutters here.
>Isn't this going to ship up to be a great next few weeks? You're absolutely certain it will.
>As long as a certain orange mare doesn't show her face, and as long as you got Pinkie around you what could go wrong?

>End