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For the mare who's forever and always honest, it's damn near impossible keeping your most passionate and heartfelt confessions a secret. Thankfully, there's a hat for that.

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"Hey guys! Look at me!" SWOOOOOOOOSH! A spectral streak followed an adorable blue asshole who was presently buzzing the rooftops of Ponyville overhead at Mach 5. "THROOOOOOOOOOOM! I'm a tactical nuke! Better duck and cover! Heeheehee!"

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand my sides are gone.:rainbowlaugh:

"GORGEOUSSCAMP!"

"PUTAPINKLEASHONIT!"

"LICKYOURHAPPYTEARSCLEAN!"

ohmai

"Cool!" Rainbow cool'd,

^ cool

then whipped out a fake duck bill deep out of hammer-space.

Akane would be proud.

Impressive descriptions.

That was the silliest, most adorable thing I've read all month. :heart:

This is the funniest thing I've ever read.

Too hot for Hasbro. Oh my~

but none of them were nearly as juicy as the little mare bucking them off their branches.

Right from the first sentence I knew this story was going to be ridiculous and amazing.

it should of ended with them cuddling I think we have all waited long enough lol

Can't imagine the perverted version of what she's saying.

Day 62

Alas, the Skirt has done it once again with addition adjectives and moist metaphors of ingeniously random proportions. The hint of steam over the pant of odd Appledashery, it's most natural habitat, have exposed its victims with poni pone vernacular with its most seductive calls. The fine specimen of a mutant marsupial continues to conduct fine respect to rodent kind, yet the Short Skirt have befuddle this study once again: The horse humor have heighten to heavenly levels, short and explosive and implosive in ways that may or may not matter. But totally matters. At risk of breaking unbiased-ness and revealing its absolute power to charm rodent kind, this is indisputably laudable for its show of thigh in language and equine praise. It may be that the Skirt will achieve immortality within its next evolution. Further study of the ways of the Skirt shall be conducted soon.

...

I can only pray that, when I send my report to the squirrels higher up, they don't think I'm taking advantage of my innocent squirreliness to look up the skirts of high school girls past the yard.

A spectral streak followed an adorable blue asshole who was presently buzzing the rooftops of Ponyville overhead at Mach 5.

It's lines like this that make me giggle like an idiot and I love it.
This was absurd and adorable and I loved it.
The premise is oddly believable, and in the event that you didn't already have an idea on what freckles was doing, flutter states it as obvious as equinely possible.
The last few sentences had me in stitches. This is gold and I won't hear a word otherwise.
Well done, skirts. Well done indeed.

urgalburgle
this was painfully funny

I tried to post a comment on this fic and fimfic died

"So I wrote my client back!" Rarity smirked at Twilight and Applejack as she delicately balanced a cup of tea in her hoof. And I said, "'Three layers, sir?!? Good grief! Do you know just how rare griffin silk is?!' I mean... sure ... some of my clients can be eccentric at times. Avant-garde, even..."

And suddenly Skirts was in the story. The end.

She took a dainty sip of her tea, then barked: "But three layers? My good stallion, you've already got a sheathe! Why invent three more?!

...But apparently he was a female, speaking in 3rd person. Yup.

Is there such a thing as ultra-concentrated Skirts? Because I have the feeling I should be taking this with water. :rainbowlaugh::heart:

"Thanks for the shortcut!" With the use of some simple string, Rainbow snapped the cute bill over her cute face and bellowed cutely to the sky: "QUAAAAAAAAACK!"

I'm duck.

I mean, I'm dead.

A spectral streak followed an adorable blue asshole who was presently buzzing the rooftops of Ponyville overhead at Mach 5.

Every time I think I've found the best line...

PLEASE LET THERE BE A READING OF THIS MASTERPIECE

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This, everything you just said. My mouth-words, you took then right out of my mouth.

I consider this to be canon in the Appledashery world. It’s only fitting

"Gwwaaaaaaaaah..." Drooping in mid-air, a thoroughly sweaty, thoroughly panting, thoroughly sopping wet Rainbow Dash flew in from the bakery's entrance. She plopped down on the stool opposite Applejack—fuzzy legs spread—and leaned forward with her tongue hanging out. "Guhhhhhhhhhh... I haaaate flying through hailstorms. It took me twiiiice as long to get here from my weather rounds." She then proceeded to stretttttttchhhhhhhh her tiny nubile body waaaaay back—moist sea-blue chest fuzz sparkling and curving in the blush-red lantern light from above. The stretching continued, curving, approaching impossible felinesque limits, producing multiple tiny cracks along her tight spine that served as percussion to a deep, resonating trilling sound—more like a foalish squeak—that lilted from Rainbow's bunny-soft nostrils and brought warmth and playful vibration to the otherwise tepid room. "Mwaaaaaaaaah..." She finished with a yawn, then tilted back forward in glorious high definition 3D. As she did so, a loose tear or two squeezed adorably from the corners of her eyes, and she finished the squeaky yawn with her muzzle hanging wide open and a playful hoof rubbing the last drops of rain from her plushy azure cheeks. "Yeahhhhhhh... I could sure use something large... hot... and warm." A contented smile. Lingering. Glaciers melting in the distance. "Hey Pinkie!" She called over Applejack's head, practically leaning over the farm mare and causing her left ear to ring. "How about a blueberry muffin?! Piping hot and extra thick?!?"

And here we have another piece taken from the Great Wall of Lemur Prose. Commisioned and set in place by Empress Skirts of the Marsupial Dynasty circa late 2017, it is widely believed to be yet another attempt to fortify the coastal fringes of the Empire against the incursion of other ships entering the heart of the mainland. Note the thorough use of cogent euphemism, the colorful description of a simple encounter, and the ever present shade of purple in the foundations of the piece. All are token signs of the Mad Empress's signature worship of her chief deity, a composite creature of orange-blue pony fluff we have come to know as Appuldeshery.

Skirts kidnaps the concept of love, and blasts it out of a cannon to strange alien worlds.

Fluttershy just went unnecessarily meta here. And I love it.

Also, that end. Dash is impressed.

"Thanks for the shortcut!" With the use of some simple string, Rainbow snapped the cute bill over her cute face and bellowed cutely to the sky: "QUAAAAAAAAACK!"

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"Gwwaaaaaaaaah..." Drooping in mid-air, a thoroughly sweaty, thoroughly panting, thoroughly sopping wet Rainbow Dash flew in from the bakery's entrance. She plopped down on the stool opposite Applejack—fuzzy legs spread—and leaned forward with her tongue hanging out. "Guhhhhhhhhhh... I haaaate flying through hailstorms. It took me twiiiice as long to get here from my weather rounds." She then proceeded to stretttttttchhhhhhhh her tiny nubile body waaaaay back—moist sea-blue chest fuzz sparkling and curving in the blush-red lantern light from above. The stretching continued, curving, approaching impossible felinesque limits, producing multiple tiny cracks along her tight spine that served as percussion to a deep, resonating trilling sound—more like a foalish squeak—that lilted from Rainbow's bunny-soft nostrils and brought warmth and playful vibration to the otherwise tepid room. "Mwaaaaaaaaah..." She finished with a yawn, then tilted back forward in glorious high definition 3D. As she did so, a loose tear or two squeezed adorably from the corners of her eyes, and she finished the squeaky yawn with her muzzle hanging wide open and a playful hoof rubbing the last drops of rain from her plushy azure cheeks. "Yeahhhhhhh... I could sure use something large... hot... and warm." A contented smile. Lingering. Glaciers melting in the distance. "Hey Pinkie!" She called over Applejack's head, practically leaning over the farm mare and causing her left ear to ring. "How about a blueberry muffin?! Piping hot and extra thick?!?"

Damnit IC, now you're getting me turned on!

"Well, there's just as much pony-on-pony violence, Applejack," Fluttershy said, trotting leisurely. "And... uhm... by that, I mean... none whatsoever . Because we're ponies . And for a moment there it almost sounded as if you were trying to make some wildly hyperbolic social analogy for something that couldn't and shouldn't exist in our nice, kind, family-friendly equine universe."

Apparently Flutts can break the 4th Wall now.

"Hey guys! Look at me!" SWOOOOOOOOSH! A spectral streak followed an adorable blue asshole who was presently buzzing the rooftops of Ponyville overhead at Mach 5. " THROOOOOOOOOOOM! I'm a tactical nuke! Better duck and cover! Heeheehee!"

'Adorable Blue Asshole'...that needs to be on a shirt!

quite intriguing and most stimulating to the mind.

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Fourths the Fimfic murderer.

R.I.P. in hoars

Appledashing or not, the Hat of Confession should be canon.

Everywhere. No matter what.

8462686

So that's why AJ doesn't want RD to go near that thing!

(I've only barely started Appledashery, so if the real reason is known by now I haven't gotten to it yet.)

Ah, trying to hide exposition with meta-humor, I see. :ajbemused:

But it was funny, so it worked. Well done.

IwannaburymymuzzledeepinRainbow'swarmc
hestfluffandlistentohergiggleforever

My phone broke that line in the worst(?) possible place.

Let me read this again to see if I missed any-

Applejack was still reeling from the fowl word.

...

get out.

E.L. Jockey

I didn't recognize it at first, but Google told me this mare is the writer of Fifty Shades of Hay. :trollestia:

Applejack stood tall and proud and faithful and strong.

... and magic makes it all complete.

I don't know what's wrong with me, the absolute only reason I started reading this is because it had fessin' in the title.

I think we're approaching the LD50 of ponefuzz here. Enjoyable, but potentially hazardous.

This is as pure gold as the braided mane Rainbow secretly wants to smother herself in.

Okay this was great but when do they kiss tho

Hap

The world you inhabit is strange and wondrous.

8497207

Not for another two thousand chapters. :trollestia:

This is literally nothing more than a not-so-subtle but oh-so-clever take on a masturbation story. . . . isn’t it? :trixieshiftleft::trixieshiftright::ajsmug::heart::rainbowderp::pinkiehappy:

"Hrhgggggggggghllkkkk—!"

She whipped her hat off, hunched over, and threw her pent-up breaths into the inside of the Stetson.

"IwannaburymymuzzledeepinRainbow'swarmchestfluffandlistentohergiggleforever!"

And just like that...

...Applejack's body went limp.

This almost seems like the equivalent of a man feeling violently sick when getting close to the girl of his dreams.

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"PLEASE LET THERE BE A READING OF THIS MASTERPIECE"
Tap a line and hit "Read". The TTS can make things funnier. XD

I just now found this and I was laughing hysterically halfway through and crying from laughter by the end. Well done story!

And honestly, everyone should have a hat like that :rainbowlaugh:

But when do they kiss

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