//------------------------------// // Applejack Bucks Him // Story: Begone, Horse! // by Snek Eyes //------------------------------// The Ponyville marketplace was a lot like the Grand Bank in Runescape: always bustling with many occupants. Many goods were available, and the hustling prostitute occasionally came along. Food, furniture, death, and literally everything could be bought from local vendors. One such vendor was breaking down her stall, getting ready to pack up and head home. She sighed heavily due to just how slow of a day it was. Today only yielded six sales, and nopony wanted apples! Heresy... After the stall got broken down, she started working on the food and putting everything in a bag. First, the apples. Then, the apple fritters. Next, the caramel apples. After that, the skulls of her enemies. She started on the apple pies when her ears picked up somepony approaching. "Excuse me. Are those pies for sale?" Was that... Morgan Freeman? James Earl Jones? Barry White? Jesus? Applejack turned to face the customer, and she didn't find any of the mentioned beings. Instead, she found someone better. God himself. If the perfect stallion existed, she was looking at him! She found her eyes tracing along every detail, contour, and muscle. And the mane! Just. Wow! After a lot of awkward staring and heavy silence, Applejack got her senses back. "Um... Yea. Two bits." But there were about ten pies left. They would get thrown out anyways; she just has to get them sold. "Actually, jus' take it. It's free." The stallion gave a brief gasp before yelling in disbelief, "FREE?!" Somewhere in the background, a song played. It sounded like a Russian anthem. "Well, thank you very much. Quite generous of you." A light blush appeared on Applejack's cheeks. "Aw shucks. Thanks. Actually, Rarity is the generous one, Sugarcube. Ah'm the honest one." There was silence. More silence. Silence intensifies. Maximum silence. The stallion chose his words carefully, and it showed. "Rarity? She was generous. With her sexual advances!" "She tried seducing ya? Ah mean, you are eye candy, and Ah can see why she would try her charm, but- Wait. Is THAT why she had a bloody nose?! Was that you?!" Applejack, slow as she was, pieced the puzzle together. "Same thing with Pinkie and RAINBOW?!" And that puzzle was rage. Her teeth were grinding, hooves ready to pounce and punch. One-two combo! "No one tried to even be friendly. Rarity tried seducing me. Pinkie groped my butt. Rainbow and Pinkie were talking about having fun with my butt. I have my reasons!" He was getting heated, like Applejack. Two ponies about to fight, each had their own special finishers! PRESS THE RIGHT BUTTONS! Applejack's frustration with the stallion could be heard. "If somepony comes onto ya, just TELL 'em ta fuck off! Unless ya want them, then say fuck me! TELL them ratha than BEAT them!" Her voice was so loud that other ponies started either stopped and stared, or opened their doors to find out what the fuck was going on. "...I've never been taught that." The stallion mumbled to himself, barely audible. In theory, that kind of made sense. "Would that actually work?" He inquired. Maybe broken muzzles could be a problem of the past. Applejack's voice lowered in volume. "Yes, it would! In fact, ya can do it righ' now! It's tha' easy! Let me demonstrate!" The other ponies eavesdropping and wondering 'what the fuck are they talking about' started minding their own business. Also, as much as Applejack wanted to do it for the sake of "demonstration", she actually wanted to try seducing him. Oh, he would be a great fuck. "Wait, right now? You're seriously doing this?" "Only if ya goin' ta try it. And don't break ma fuckin muzzle!" Applejack started approaching him. For this to work, it required an up-close-and-personal touch. Applejack was not as seductive as Rarity, but she could try! Six feet of distance. Four feet. "But-" The stallion couldn't find words to speak. Two feet. "Hey! What-" "Hey, handsome." Her voice took on a honey-like inflection. The look Applejack gave, mainly the bedroom eyes, made something trigger in the stallion. He couldn't figure out what it was, but it got replaced by anxiety. Here was a very beautiful mare who was RIGHT up in his face, and clearly wanted some "intimacy". How does he handle this?! He stood still as a statue, watching Applejack's every single move. She... This is a thing. Applejack nuzzled into his neck. He froze. That motion caught him very off guard, but it felt so good. He had to hold back a slight moan. "What's ya name, sexy?" She asked while nuzzling. "...Anonymous." (Finally. A fucking name I can use! That's a bit important!) "Anonymous? Mmm... That's a nice name." She pulled back to look him in the eyes. "Can Ah call ya Anon?" Now was the time to start the REAL test. "...Sure." "Well, Anon, Ah have a question for ya." Applejack backed up a few feet. "And this is where what Ah said comes into play." She added in her regular voice. "What?" The voice crack could have beaten one of Sweetie Belle's. That something triggered in the stallion earlier began to grow and heat up his body. Was this attraction? Lust? "What do ya say to comin' to ma place? There's plenty of room for us to have fun..." Applejack made sure to emphasize the last part, as if it weren't obvious enough what she meant. The inner struggle of the stallion could even be seen on the outside. One side wanted to say yes and indulge in desires, and the other wanted to say no. "Um. I. Uh." It's really simple; just say "not interested." Not interested. Not interested. "I'm not interested." "Awww... " The pout that formed on Applejack's face rivaled Applebloom's in sheer adorableness. "Why not, Anon?" His heart was not prepared for such cuteness. Much heart melting. Despite what was going on inside, his outside composure stood tall. "I just don't want to do it. That's all there is to it." The determination in Applejack lit up again. Whereas Rarity may have a charm and subtlety, Applejack is better with being forward. "Not even after this?" She moved quickly to invade his privacy. Because of earlier, he kept his guard up, and therefore was not surprised. In a few seconds, though, what he felt surpassed surprise. Anon had felt something on his cheek- no, his... Lips? 'I- what? How? Did that really happen?' His body felt cold, and anxiety took over. If it weren't for the shallow breaths, Anon would be stone still. She had kissed him. Lips to lips. "So, whaddya say, big boy?" Anon's consciousness fell back into his body, and he blinked. With each passing second, something began to erupt. It was pure light from his body. "I say..." His voice sounded like two people in the same voice. Like Super Saiyan 4 Gogeta. Just imagine Gogeta's voice right now. "BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOONE!!!" "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORSE!!!" Applejack just felt extreme pain. She was pretty sure she felt not only her muzzle break, but a few teeth here and there. Well, a few turned into a lot, turned into now she needs dentures. Scoot over, Granny Smith! Sharing is caring! She flew back into the stall and food she never finished packing up earlier. The impact of her body caused everything she landed into to turn to splinters and mush. As strong as Applejack was, she just wanted her parents right now! Oh... damn. I forgot. Sorry. "If I was not saved by my training, I would have succumb to her advances." Anonymous felt a slight tinge of disappointment. "This sucks! Temptation is a bitch. It leads to desire, which can't lead to anything good." He looked at his victim, laying among food, blood, and teeth. Sympathy arose in him. He lamented one thing as he started his way home. "I didn't mean to hit her THAT hard. Just a little knock. Oh well. Begone, thot."