Applejack The Jimmy Rustler part 6

>Day Spa… Ghetti in Equestria.
>You wake up in your bed hungover like hell.
>Groaning and rubbing your forehead that has a monster of a headache.
>What woke you up was the sound of an ear-shattering ring from a tea kettle that catches your attention and puts you in absolute misery.
>You squint your eyes and cover your ears, internally cursing everything in a ten-mile radius.
>Not only that, but you’re having a hard time trying to remember what happened last night.
>Everything is kind of a blur after you got your soul ‘cleansed’.
>Yeah, needless to say, Rarity’s drinks kicked your ass.
>And finally after your brain dusts off its thinking cap and ceases its complaints for a moment, it hits you…
“I have a kettle?”
>Scratching your head in confusion, thinking of a logical reason for this unanticipated kettle activity in your house that’s disturbing your mental peace.
>Seriously, this is like some ‘Unexplained Files’ shit going on here.
>Due to wanting to get to the bottom of this and the need to kill that evil noise, you rush downstairs to the kitchen.
>All the way there your body was screaming for you to slow the fuck down.
>Upon arriving, you find Rarity and Rainbow Dash sitting at your kitchen table getting ready to have tea, beaming adorably.
>You’re miserable; you haven’t even done your morning ritual yet.
>Fuck you want today to be over already.
>”Theeere he is, mister Goodtimes himself! Don’t you look lovely!” Dash shouts loud enough to wake Luna in a deep sleep.
>You put your hand up as you walk closer to the table.
“Keep it down, shit. And get that fucking kettle off the fucking stove. I’m already going through fucking hell here. Fuck.”
>”Looks like somep0ny is a little grumpy this morning!”
>You squint your eyes yet again from the loudness.
>Fucking Rainbow Dash, she has uncanny timing on when to fuck with you.
“Uuuugh, what are you two doing here?”
>”We stayed the night.”


>”Good morning, darling, how are you feeling?” Rarity asks.
“Like shit sitting on a corn cob on a summer’s day.”
>”Ah, hungover I see. No need to worry, I’m preparing just the cure for it.”
“What chu talkin’ bout snob? There’s no cure for a hangover.”
>”On the contrary. don’t forget you’re in Equestria.”
“Yeah, yeah, full of mystical creatures and pony magic, I get it.”
>”Annnd the cure for a hangover,” Dash adds.
“I fucking hope so.”
>”So, you up to anything today?” Rarity inquires.
“Today, I’m just going to recover, I’m sleepin’ in today.”
>”Why not join me for a little spa treatment? It’s soothing, washing away /all/ of the stress.”
“Yeah, no. I don’t do spas. Especially with ponies here, I might end up with a happy ending I didn’t ask for.”
>Rarity scoffs, flicking her mane in the process.
>”You /really/ need to get your mind out of the gutter.”
“You really think that’s gonna happen?”
>Both Dash and Rarity raise a hoof to protest, but hesitate to speak for a moment.
>”Point made,” says Rarity.
“Good, now if you ladies excuse me, I gotta do my triple S thang.”
>”Very well, the tea will be waiting for you when you get back.”
>You turn around and walk back upstairs to your bathroom.
>When you arrived, you looked in the mirror to see what damage is done.
>Scream internally.
>Your hair is in a chaotic mess, eyes strained looking bloodshot and sleep matter in the corners of them.
>Dried up drool leaves a trace from the right corner of your mouth to nearly the bottom of your chin.
>Then you notice the lipstick kiss marks of random sorts of colors all over your cheeks.
>The words ‘Mr.Goodtimes’ is written across your forehead in black marker.
>You look into the mirror in complete shock and disgust.
>All this could only mean one thing…
>Oh Shit.
“Oh God…”
>”Oh baaaaby~!”
>You sharply turn your head toward the source of the voice which was your bathtub.
>Then internally curse yourself out for turning your head so fast.


>You walk over to it and peel away the shower curtains to see who the fuck is there.
>Berry Punch enters your field of vision, taking a good swig of expensive looking wine from its bottle.
>Utter delight was plastered across her face, her cheeks were burning red.
>She looks at you and grins,”heeeeey, its Mista Goodtimes, hhhhhhiiiiiii~”
>Good God almighty, her breath already got you buzzin’.
“Y-yeeah?”
>”Can ya help me up?”
>Without delay, you stoop down and grab a front hoof and pull her over and out the tub.
>After that, you give her some room to walk, because she looks like she’s still in the after party.
>She looks up at you.
>”Thanks for letting me crash here, you take such good care of me baby.”
“Uuuhhh, you’re welcome?”
>She takes another swig of her pricey as fuck wine then drunkenly staggers to the bathroom door.
“Hey Berry, what happened last night?”
>Just before she leaves her ears perk up, she turns around to face you, leaning against the doorframe.
>She starts laughing while she pointed at you with the wine bottle, as if there’s some sort of inside joke.
>”Ah hahahaha, goooood one, Mista Goodtimes.”
>She turns around then walks out into your bedroom.
>Yeah, you’ve got the master bedroom master bathroom thing going on.
>Anyways, you go back to washing your face, hoping to God that nothing of the horse fuckery nature happened.
>Seriously, what in the fresh ever-blazing hell happened last night?
>You hear a set of hooves approach your bathroom door.
>”Heeeey, Mista Goodtimes.”
>You rotate your head toward Berry.
“Yeah?”
>”Don’t forgeeet that... Naaaah, never mind, you’re not gonna forget, you said you wouldn’t. Later handsome.”
>She turns around yet again and leaves.
>Okay?


>Within a matter of minutes, you do your morning ritual.
>Shit, shower, shave.
>You walk into your bedroom to toss on some clean clothes then walk back downstairs to where the ladies are.
>Once you arrived, breakfast was ready, along with the ‘cure’ for a hangover.
>You sit down at the table while the other two talked and ate your breakfast.
>Just some eggs and fruit, you don’t keep salad in your house. Ever.
>You’re still a bit hungover so you chugged the cup of tea next to you.
>The taste was actually pretty good, a tart peachy taste.
>After that, you already feel your headache fading away.
>Holy shit, this shit actually works?
>”How are you feeling now, brute?”
“Huh, there really is a cure for a hangover. Sweeeet.”
>”So, Anon, what was Berry Punch doing in your bedroom? I just saw her leave,” Dash asks with a raised eyebrow.
“Actually, I don’t know. Which reminds me, what happened last night?”
>Upon you asking the question, both Rainbow and Rarity blush, giggling as well.
>”Well Mister Goodtimes, I guess you can say when you’re drunk you get… Crazy Generous,” Rarity said, giving you a sultry look.
>…
>Oh no…
“PLEASE tell me we didn’t do what I think we did.”
>Rarity simply laughs, whole heartedly. ”Well, let’s just say, you’re my kind of brute.”
“You’re fuckin’ with me right?”
>”Darling, would I lie to you?”
“…”
>Did...did she really? Did YOU really?
>Fucking Rarity?!
>Well then again, being able to pull Rarity is quite impressive.
>… So much mixed feelings about this…
>You sigh, putting your head in your hands, shaking your head just struck from what took place last night.
“Oh God I’m a horsefucker. Kill me now.”


>”Pfff, what?! No, dear, noooo. You manage to fight off a couple stallions who were trying to harm me, without a scar too, its rather impressive if I do say so myself. Earlier last night, after you got your soul ‘cleansed’, the group went out to eat and you paid for us without hesitation, we insisted that we all would pay our share but you simply /wouldn’t/ let us.”
>You raise your head, actually relieved from what she told you.
“W-we didn’t fuck?”
>”My stars no! I have a reputation to uphold, I simply cannot be known for giving Celestia’s gift to a brute like you. No offense.”
>Well, shit. You couldn’t get Rarity even if you wanted to.
>Sure it’s not a big deal, but it gets to you.
“Some taken, snob, I thought I was your kind of brute.”
>”When it comes to defending me, yes and please don’t be offended, you know I mean what I said with the utmost love.”
 “Mhm, riiight, its cool. Totally cool.”
>St-stupid Rarity, who wants her anyway?
>”Aww, Rarity look at him. You could’ve let him down a little easier,” Dash says.
“Dash, you shuddup.”
>”However, Anon, I would /love/ for you to accompany us to the Spa, it’ll be on me. Let it be a gift, I wish to show my appreciation for looking out for us last night.”
“Thanks but isn’t a spa treatment like a guhjillion bits or some shit?”
>”Not at all actually, I did come into a little extra money this week. I won’t take no for an answer, I’m afraid I must insist that you join us.”
>W-wait a minute…
>You look over to Rainbow Dash giving her your quizzical look.
“I know you’re not going, right?”
>”Yeah, I just don’t do spas.”
“Oookay, so when you mean ‘us’ you mean-”
>As if the Universe thought you were talking it, a knock at your door occurs.
>You groan, realizing who’s at the door.
“-Fluttershy. Rarity I thought you said this was a gift.”
>”Oh come now, Anon, you shouldn’t let her get in the way of… Goodtimes.”
“Rarity, what you did there, I see it.”
>She places a front hoof over her mouth as she muffles her giggles.
>”I couldn’t resist.”
>You shake your head with a smile. Oh Rarity, such a delight.
>A delight you can’t have, but still. She can be fun.


“Wait, Rarity why did you give me that look when you said I was ‘Crazy Generous’?”
>”What? I can’t have fun messing with your from time to time?”
“Uuuh no? That’s Pinkie’s, Dash’s and Applebitch’s job.”
>”Still don’t like Applejack hmm?”
“No, not really, she was smiling way too hard for her to get a good ol’ fashion whoopin’ now that I think about it. There’s something Fluttershy isn’t telling me.”
>”Ask her yourself, you know she’s at your door.”
“Yeah, I think I’m growing a sixth sense dedicated to her. It’s downright creepy.”
>You leave the table to answer the door.
>When you opened the door it’s who you expected, Fluttershy.
>She isn’t wearing anything special today, just her shy self.
>”Morning Mister Goodtimes~”
>Oh great, is this gonna be a thing? You hope not because you don’t want mares to get the wrong idea.
“No guess today huh?”
>”Heehee nooo, not today, I’ll make two guesses tomorrow to make up for it. Heehe.”
“Mhm.”
>”Mind if I come in?”
“Yes, yes I do. But that’s not gonna stop you is it?”
>”Nope, just thought it would be polite to ask.”
>You shake your head as you step aside so she can walk into your house.
>Once she did, you headed back to the table to get more details of what the pent up Egyptian butt fuck happened last night and gulf down some breakfast.
>You weren’t used to having company over during this time other than Fluttershy but it was nice.
>The four of you all just sat at the table talking for about half an hour, it was lively in fact, felt good to have laughter fill the kitchen area.
“You ladies are just bat shit insane, seriously Dash, who takes a piss on the town clock?”
>”Pff, I do apparently, according to Pinkie, thanks for bailing me out of jail by the way,” Dash says.
>You shake your head in sheer confusion.
“I just…I can’t even. You ladies are like the Elements of Chaos when you’re drunk. Damn.”


>”I know right?” Dash begins, then checked her watch that isn’t there on her wrist.
>“Whoa, I gotta go guys, y’know, job and all.”
"What job? All you do is nap on a cloud for a few hours and get paid for it.”
>”Hey, at least I do my job well. That being said, later guys.”
>She leaves the table and flies through an open window.
>And by fly you mean she damn near took the curtains with her from zooming so damn fast.
>You scan the table for a moment, Rarity was sitting across from you and Fluttershy sitting to your right.
“Does she know what a fucking door is?”
>Rarity simply shrugs, “she does, she’s just far too uncouth and in a hurry to use one at the moment.”
“Rarity, can I ask you a question?”
>”You mean a question other than the one you just asked me? Sure.”
“Do you try and use the word ‘uncouth’ every chance you get?”
>”Of course not, what kind of mare to you think I am?”
“A mare without a thesaurus, you should get one, how about it?”
>”How about you stop worrying what book I need until you have a book collection? The closet thing you have to a book in this house is a month old newspaper sitting on the coffee table that’s collecting dust and coffee rings.”
“… Touché Snob, touché.”
>”Now let’s get going shall we? Our appointment will be in the next hour.”
“Yeah, I’m not going.”
>Rarity pouts her mouth and gives you the sad eyes.
>”Pwease Nony, won’t you come?”
“Hell no, not with Piss Fainthearted going with you. Nope, I’m already done. I’m going back to bed. G’night.”
>You push your chair back and stand up.
>Only to have Rarity tug at the back of your collar shirt with her magic.
>”Not so fast darling, you mean to tell me you’re going back to sleep on such a wonderful day?”
“Now you’re getting it.”
>You step forward only to have Fluttershy tug at your left hand in protest.
>Looking down at her, you see her harmless smile and cute begging eyes.
>”Umm…pl-please? I’ll just do one guess tomorrow if you do.”
“Fuck no.”


>”Please sweetie?”
>”Puh-leeease, darling?”
>”It’ll be fun, I promise you, my love.”
>”It’ll sooth your soul, Anon.”
>Must.
>Resist.
>CUTENESS!
>”PLEEEAAAASE?!” They beg in unison.
>You let you head hang then you sigh.
>Ugh.
>Mares.
>Adorable mares.
>You shake your head in defeat.
“That’s so cheating…”
--
>Nearly an hour later, you find yourself on a massage table that you’re too big for.
>Some massage pony is stepping on you back.
>Oh and one more thing: you need more days like this.
>Relief has overwhelmed your body.
>You’re warm, just like the smile on your face.
>But one thing you can do without…
>”Did ya hear about Dash taking a piss on the town clock? Hoh muh goodness, ponies these days.”
>”I hear you Bon Bon, what was she thinking? I heard she got bailed out two hours later though. But did you hear about Trixie? Apparently she’s in town.”
>”Oh Celestia kill me now, nop0ny wants to her here, what’s her problem?”
>”A great and powerful one, I guess. Who goes around talking about themselves in the third person? Celestia help the creep that refers to themselve in the second person.”
>”I don’t know Lyra, I don’t know…”
>You could really do without the gossip, you can’t believe you got dragged into this place by the cheating adorable factor in mares.
>One would think they have rooms separated to gender, but this isn’t the case.
>You’re in one big room that has a bunch of massage tables.
>While it’s not that crowded, one would think so if they were on the outside.
>From all the giggly goo’s, aaah’s and oooh’s, it sounds like it’s packed.
>You’re just glad Rarity and Fluttershy aren’t here.
>They’re off doing some other treatment.
>And it doesn’t stop there with these mares.
>”So, did ya hear about Big Mac and Berry, Lyra?”
>”Mmm, no, but I wanna find out why they call him ‘Big’ Mac. Hnnn, one night with him, Bonnie, just one night.”
>”Lyra, please, you wouldn’t know what to do with him.”


>”Bonnie, ever wonder how much he can cum? He can pump his stallion gravy into me all day. UNF what a fine stallion!”
>”I heard it’s like a fountain; I would keep a gallon in my fridge for a midnight snack. Celestia knows I would milk him dry for it,” says the mare who’s massaging you.
>”MmmHMMM, it’s a shame he’s not much of a talker.”
>”Now now, Bon Bon, you know what they say about the quiet ones,” Lyra points out.
>”Oh Celestia… Big Mac is a little freak isn’t he?” Bonnie asks.
>”Bonnie, think the right term here would be ‘big freak’, considering his enormous fifth leg.”
>You lift your head.
“Eww, y’all up in here talkin’ naaasty.”
>Bon Bon and Lyra look at you then each other from their table.
>”HNNN and speaking of a fine stallion, what’s up Mr. Goodtimes? When are you gonna give me that belly rub?” Lyra asks.
>”Where have you been hiding, handsome?” Bon Bon inquires.
“Lyra, it ain’t happenin’ and Bon Bon, I’ve been here for nearly twenty minutes, you ladies mind talking about something else?”
>”Aww, you’re getting jealous aren’t cha? Don’t worry, as rare as you are, you’ll always be in high demand,” The mare massaging your back says.
>Yup, that confirmed your theory of your life being filled with rape-y shenanigans forever.
“What? No. It’s just I’m trying to relax; the last thing I need to be hearing is about Big Mac’s ‘fifth leg’. So please, cool it.”
>”Anon’s right, let’s change the subject,” Lyra agrees. “So, Anon, when was the last time you got some?”
>Groan internally.
>You should have just kept your mouth shut.
“Ha! Like I’m gonna tell you that.”
>”Wow Anon, I didn’t know you were a virgin,”Lyra says with an eyebrow cocked.
>”Say what? Y’know Anon…if you’re lookin’ for a rut buddy…” Bonnie replies, letting her words trail to imply the obvious while she scans you with her eyes.


>The mare stepping on your back lowers her head to your left ear.
>”The best happy ending is a free happy ending, we can do ‘at home’ private sessions if you’re interested.”
>Damn, why can’t it be like this on Earth?
“Whoa whoa, let’s not jump to conclusions, ladies. I’m no virgin, believe me.”
>”You sound confident, so c’mon, tell us. When? There’s no harm in sharing.”
“About two weeks before I ended up here.”
>”Really now? It’s been two years since you’ve shown up.”
“Yep, sure has Lyra.”
>”So have you ever…y’know?” Lyra asks.
“Hmm?”
>”When you’re lonely. Do you…?”
>Bon Bon groans from Lyra beating around the bush.
>”Lyra wants to know have you ever jerked off since you’ve been here.”
>Anon, just shut the fuck up. Shut up right now.
“Nah, not once.”
>”WHAT?!” The three mares in the conversation shout.
>”Two years…Oh great Luna,” Bonnie whispers out loud to herself, shock in her eyes.
>”Anon, does it hurt when you walk?”
“Not at all, Lyra.”
>The mare on your back lowers her head to your ear again.
>”Need a release?” She whispers, muffling her moan right in your ear.
>You can’t believe this conversation is taking place with only a towel wrapped around your waste.
>”Well ladies, looks like we got a squirrel that saves his nuts, Ah do admire that in a fella.”
>Wait…
>That country slang accent.
>Turning your face at the entrance of the room, you see Applejack with a towel wrapped around her.
>What the fuck is she doing here?! She’s too poor for this shit!
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
>”Ah’m here for you suga’.”
>Suddenly everyone in the room had a watch and found time was of the essence.
>”Welp time to go, later Anon,” Lyra tells you. “I’ll see you in the hospital.”
>All the mares in the room scrambled out, fighting to get out of the door.


>Now it’s just you and Applejack.
>In a room of hot body stimulating oils, candles and towels.
>You swing your feet off the table and land them on the floor.
>You cling tight to your towel.
>Stepping forward, Applejack adds some sashay to her walk, her green eyes enticing you.
>”Ah havta admit, Ah feel terrible for what Ah’m about to do to ya. But you’re gonna have to learn the lesson the hard way.”
>Stopping just short of you, she looks up at you, having a smug smirk on her face.
>”But, since Ah like ya so much, Ah’ll give ya a chance to apologize.”
>Likes you? You can only hope she means that in a platonic kind of way.
“For what? Can you fill out the blanks here? I barely have an idea of what happened last night.”
>She makes a chuckle and turns around.
>”Welp, there’s your chance loverboy, came and went, but Ah suppose it’s time Ah stop playin’ games with ya.”
“Look, I’m not your ‘loverboy’ alright country bumpkin bitch?”
>She doesn’t respond right away, she just walks back to the door.
>You hear the lock click, her eyes cuts back toward you.
>”Not yet you’re not.”


>OH THAT IS JUST PEACHY!
>Time to add another rape-y mare to the list.
>You would think if a mare is this forward they would at least have the decency to ask you out first.
>Do they have to treat you like a piece of meat or err… Lettuce? It wouldn’t hurt if you get something like:
>’Hey Anon, I heard you like bacon, wanna go out sometime? I know this great breakfast diner that’s on Third and Mane.’
>You would at least say yes then have a nice chat with the lady at said diner and give her a belly rub for her effort.
>BUT NOOOOO!
>Forget about Anon’s love for bacon!
>RAPE HIM FIRST!!
>Now back to this Applebitch who’s adding sexy in her walk as she trots back to you.
>”Now, Anon, are ya gonna give it up or am Ah gonna have to get rough? It don’t make a difference to me.”
>You’re willing to bet she prefers the latter, but you gotta get out of the room somehow.
>And lying down and taking it isn’t in your cards.
“Applejack, I will kill you if I have to, I’m not a fan of hitting women or animal abuse.”
>”So you want it tough, loverboy? Ah was hopin’ so.”
>She rushes toward you, her eyes having a possessed lust look to them.
>”C’mere boy!”
>She jumps toward you, you would have sidestepped to the right if you weren’t distracted with your towel.
>Her hooves land on your chest and the two of you go tumbling.
>Both of you hit your head on a table’s leg, she wasn’t hindered by it.
>Applejack is on top of you, inching her face closer.
>You hate to have to do this…
>But you’ve got no choice.
>You clench your left hand into a fist while pushing Applejack away from your face with your other hand.
>Your fist collides against the right side of her face with your strength and anger.
>Oddly enough, she moaned in delight.


>”Now we’re talkin’!”
>She delivers a blow to your face as well without hesitation.
>While it jogged your memory, you knew for a fact there’s no turning back now.
>So you trade licks with her yet again forcing her head to jerk.
>While the momentum of the punch sent her to the right, you send another punch to her side.
>Just before she shot off another hook, you grab her foreleg and pushed it to the side.
>In fact you manage to grab both of her front hooves to keep her from swinging.
>But you don’t know for how long, Applejack is already an Earth pony, meaning she already has a ridiculous amount of strength.
>Add the fact that she does hard physical work on a daily basis and you’re talking border-line Hulk.
>Pushing her off with your hands, you only roll leaving her on the ground and you on top of her.
>”S’matter suga’? Am I too tough for ya?”
 >Using her back legs, she pushes you off that it sent you flying backward into the air, surprising enough.
>Landing on your back, find the impact on the hardwood floor knocked the wind out of you.
>With struggle you rise to your feet, breathing heavily, your face stinging and a rib feels either cracked or broken.
“I… Am so sick of your shit.”
>Making it to her hooves, she charges yet again, her hat on the floor behind her.
>You have an idea what you’re gonna do this time.
>When she jumped, you manage to catch her and guide her to a table with a brutal body slam.
>The oils spill out of their containers and onto her fur.
>You don’t take the time to notice you’re towel is gone, but you still have your checkerboard boxers.


>You didn’t give Applejack any break; you grabbed her by her neck and used her to sweep off the rest of the oils.
>Pure anger filled your soul from the thoughts of what this bitch caused.
>So you keep swinging at every available surface of her face.
>She however managed to get a few hits in.
>”That’s all ya got boy?!”
>Oh HELL no!
>You pull her by her hind legs to get her off the table.
>A brutal smack occurred when she hit the floor, her body soaked in oils.
>As she recuperated, you notice some oil run down to her lady bits.
>She hesitates for a moment, her eyes widening like her mind is processing something.
>”AAAAAH~!”
>Rubbing her plot with her front hooves, she tries her best to silence her moans and coos, but no such luck.
>Whatever was in those oils is causing an overload in pleasure.
>”It’s been…so long, hnnnn~”
>Her green eyes locked onto you then they wander downward.
>”Two years…Hnnn all that cum~”
>Great, now she’s recalling that you haven’t unleashed a load in two years.
>Not sure if you should beat the shit out of her or get the fuck out.
>Your growing erection suggested that there might be a third option.
>Not today, boner.
>”Awww.”
>Turning around, you made your decision: BOLT FOR IT!!


>You make a mad dash to the door trying not to pay attention to the hoof steps behind you.
>Just as you reached the door, you fiddle with the lock.
>Applejack catches up, giving you a love tackle that’s as fast a speeding bullet and strong enough to break down the door.
>The loud snap of wood floods your ears as you feel yourself falling face first.
>Looking to your left you see Rarity and Fluttershy in the hallway meeting eyes with you and your junk.
>Time slows down for you to figure out your next move.
>The door isn’t to the floor yet, but any pony that’s watching this happen will catch a glimpse.
>So you turn around as quickly as possible, facing Applejack.
>Time slows down even more to put emphasis on the dick slap that’s about to happen to Applejack’s face.
>Fluttershy desperately reaches out as her wings spread.
>”Nooooooo!”She shouts in slow motion, tears already running down her cheeks, probably wishing it was her.
>Rarity’s lips mouth the words ‘Oh my’ in bullet time mode, as the corners of her mouth raised, pink showed on her cheeks and her eyes in excitement.
>Applejack had to squint her eyes because she’s about to get a black eye from this dick slap.
>On contact, the dick slap knocked saliva out of her mouth, it travels across her face leaving its mark.
>And time resumes to its normal pace.
>When you landed you passed out.
>All you heard before checking out was a loud smack, crying, and Rarity’s loud gasp.
>What you felt was fur at the tip of your pole and warm oil revving up your loins.
>Note to self: Spa, never again.