>>33024469>Applejack snorts, and you try to figure out if that damn wheel will break if you try to use it.>For fuck's sake, you don't want to spend much more time around Applejack when she gets this way.>She's fine most of the time, but->"Well, Anon? What's so damn wrong with wantin' to uphold proper pony values?">Where's your ledger, anyway?>" 'Non, I'm TALKIN' to y'all!">Shit, you dropped your pen.>You bend over to grab it aaaaaand....>SMACK>MOTHERFUCKER>You stand up straight, left ass cheek stinging from that slap... if you could call getting hit by a horse's hoof a "slap".>You whip around and glare at Applejack, who looks too damn proud of herself for hitting you on the ass.>"Hoo-wee! That's one tartarus of a plot you got there, colt! Y'all could bounce a bit offa that thang, y'hear?">With a wink, the apple mare glances down at your groin and starts to crane her neck around to the sides, hoping to get another look at your butt.>"Ah wouldn't mind gettin' myself a taste o' THAT there pie, 'Non.">...>15 minutes later
"I just don't know what happened, doctor.">You shake your head sadly and pat Applejack on the head.
"I came down to the market and there she was, rolling on the ground and calling for help.">The doctor looks over her notes and frowns.>>"Well, thank you for bringing miss Applejack in, Anonymous. I don't know how she managed to get fives apples stuffed that deep into her colon, but you don't have to worry about a thing; we'll get them out.">You pat Applejack on the withers, and for a split-second you can see her flinch.
"Tell you what, Applejack," you say with a great big grin on your face, "I'll talk to Mac and we'll have a big ol' apple pie ready for you to taste when you get back home.">Applejack just whimpers and shifts uncomfortably on her hooves.