EG CYOA #7 Apples

>"Anyway, like I was sayin', apples are the shrimp of the earth. You can barbecue 'em, boil 'em, broil 'em, bake 'em, saute 'em. There's uh, apple strudel, apple tart, apple fritter. Pan fried, deep fried, stir-fried. There's..."

>You nod your head as the list goes on and on

>"You know an awful lot about apples," you say

>Applejack chuckles

>"Well shucks, Anon. This is Sweet Apple Acres, and we are the Apple Family. This here's our livelihood," she says, "Plus, you're the one who asked about the apples."

>You laugh, throwing Applejack a small smirk as the two of you bring in more apples

>"Anon, I'd just like to thank you again for helpin' out. It was awful kind of you to lend a hand, what with Big Mac off handlin' the business side of things."

>She leads you into the house, and you exhale as the colder air cools you down

>"Now don't get too comfy, we still got a long day ahead of us, Anon," she says, handing you a glass of lemonade

>You take the glass in hand, its cold exterior soothing to the touch

>"Thanks, Applejack."

>"No need for thanks, Anon," she says, sipping on her own drink

>You body aches slightly from the day's work, and you chug down the drink

>"Man, I needed that. Surprised it wasn't apple juice," you say teasingly

>"Hardy har har," Applejack says, rolling her eyes

>"If you really want some, I can go get it. We do have an awful lot..."

>She stops herself, and eyes you, waiting for a joke that doesn't come

>"It's fine. The lemonade was good."

>"Well, I hope you're ready to get back to work. We've got a long day ahead of us," she says, wiping her brow as she heads towards the door

>As she turns around, you use the opportunity to check her out, staring at her plump ass

>She turns around, and you turn your face in a random direction, acting conspicuously inconspicuous

>"You better still be sittin' down because you're readyin' up for work, and nothin' else, Anon"

>"Mind was wandering," you say as you get up to your feet

>"Well, c'mon then. Let's get 'er done," Applejack says, motioning for you

>The two of you walk out to the orchard, large bushels of apples that you'd collected earlier sitting out in the sun

>"Now let's go get these where they belong. We'll just do one at a time, I reckon."

>You've been working out, just waiting for an opportunity like this to show it off

>Wrapping your arms around two of the bushels, you lift them up

>"Where did you want these again?" you say with a smirk

>"Well I'll be! Seems like you might give Big Mac a run for his money, Anon," she says, pointing you towards the barn

>She picks up a bushel, and the two of you make your way to the barn

>As you walk, you notice a puddle of water on the dirt trail, and your own reflection

>"Damn I'm pretty," you think to yourself

>You trip on a rock, the apples rolling everywhere as they pour out from their containers

>"Consarnit, Anon!" Applejack shouts, hastily trying to pick up the apples

>"Now we're gonna have to clean 'em off... Our day just got longer."

>You feel noodly shapes begin to form in your pockets, but you suck it up, get up, and help Applejack

>"I'm so sorry, Applejack," you say as you frantically grab at the fallen apples

>Finally, the two of you finish putting the apples back where they belong

>"Maybe you should only carry one of 'em at a time from now on," she says, crouching down to pick her bushel back up

>Your body aches from the fall, and you swear it felt like your dick fell straight onto a rock judging by the pain

>Stealthily, you try and take a quick peek to make sure you aren't bleeding

>You hear Applejack chuckling behind you

>"Injured your pecker?" she says snarkily

>"Hardy har har," you say, sighing

>"I don't mean nothin' by it Anon. C'mon, let's get back to work"

>You pick up the bushels, feeling a lot less eager than before

>It's tough, but you finally get the bushels into the barn, breathing a sigh of relief as you set them down

>"3 down, a field full of 'em left to go," Applejack says

>She turns to you and notices your sulky demeanor

>"Everybody makes mistakes, Anon. Don't need to go makin' mountains out of molehills. And I'm sorry for laughin'. You okay?"

>"Fine," you reply, adding some harshness to your voice

>Applejack frowns, pausing as if trying to think of something to say

>"Well... Let's just keep on workin', if that's alright with you."

>You nod, and follow her back out to the field

>"Boy, I don't know if we'll be able to finish before sun down. Awful lot of apples this season," Applejack says, picking up another bushel

>You squat down and pick up a single bushel, shrugging

>"You can take two if you want. I know you can do it... I was just a bit frazzled before 'bout havin' to clean the apples is all..." she says, trying to sound as courteous as she can muster

>You don't answer, simply picking up the bushel

>Applejack sighs

>"Fine. C'mon, let's go," she says, leading the way back to the barn

>The two of you walk along the path in silence, the soft ambient sounds of breezing wind and chirping birds filling the absence of chatter

>You approach the barn, and set the bushel down inside along with Applejack

>"Phew, another two down. Ready for another round, Anon?"

>You nod

>"Aren't you gonna talk to me, Anon?"

>After getting to response, she shrugs

>The two of you continue to work as the sun continues to inch its way towards the horizon

>As you set down another bushel, you feel Applejack poke a finger into your shoulder

>"Gosh darn it, Anon! What did I do to you? You're actin' mighty unfriendly, and I wanna know why! If this is about droppin' them apples, get over it!" she fumes, snorting as she finishes, arms crossed

>You cross your arms as well, and look at her with a harsh frown

>"You insulted my dick"

>Applejack throws her hands up, looking upon you with incredulity

>"I what?! Why if that isn't the silliest thing I've ever heard. I did no such thing, Anon. What does that even mean?!"

>"What do you think it means? You insulted me."

>Applejack steps towards you, pushing her finger into your chest

>"Anon, I asked you to help me here because I thought you would be fun to work with. I thought we were just havin' some silly banter, not that you'd take everything so gosh darn seriously! I didn't expect that I'd be workin' with a big baby," she yells

 

*** ALTERNATE PATH ***

>"Well?!"

>You stand for a few moments, Applejack looking at you with a snarl

>"Look," you say, "I just... I'm sorry. I just care a lot, about how you see me..."

>Applejack shakes her head, her face mellowing

>"That's no reason to act like that, Anon. People care about appearances, sure, but we're just working. That kind of thing happens"

>"No, Applejack... It's not just that. I care because I felt like I... I ruined my chances with you..."

>Applejack's eyes widen in surprise

>"Chances?"

>"Well... I mean, I did what I did to try and impress you. I came out here to impress you. I thought, 'why else would she invite me over here?'"

>Applejack exhales, a soft frown on her face

>"Shucks Anon... I... I'm sorry... I just think of you as a friend. I just wanted someone to hang out with while Big Mac was away is all. I can't do this all alone..."

>She smiles at you

>"We can just be friends, right?"

>The words bounce around in your mind

>The sharpness of rejection, still as wounding as ever

>Perhaps even moreso now

>"Just friends"

>It echoes about, Applejack's smile only compounding the pain

>You clench your fist tightly

>"Well, Anon?" Applejack says, her words oozing friendliness

>Your fist sails across her face, and she falls to the floor

>"Anon!" she yells venomously

>You pounce on top of her, ripping her shirt open as she struggles beneath you

>"Maybe working out didn't impress you, but I guess it still has its benefits," you say as you begin pulling at her jeans

>Suddenly, pain courses through your body as Applejack lands an uppercut to your chin

>You fall back onto the barn floor, dazed

>"You think I can't defend myself?"

>She violently kicks you in the side, pain searing your body

*** GAME RESET POINT ***

 

>"What do you think it means? You insulted me."

>Applejack steps towards you, pushing her finger into your chest

>"Anon, I asked you to help me here because I thought you would be fun to work with. I thought we were just havin' some silly banter, not that you'd take everything so gosh darn seriously! I didn't expect that I'd be workin' with a big baby," she yells

>"Ugh... You're right. Sorry, AJ," you say

>Her snarl softens into a frown

>"I've been kinda moody since I started working out is all..."

>Applejack's face contorts to a smirk

>"W-Wh- Ha!" she bursts out laughing

>"W-What? On your pe-period?" she gets out through the laughter

>You sigh

>"I-I'm sorry, Anon. Phew, okay, I'm done now."

>"Laughing at your own jokes, Applejack?"

>She jovially punches you in the arm

>"C'mon, let's get to work," she says, patting you on the back

>The two of you walk on towards the field

>"Well Anon, ready for more?" she asks as the two of you come upon the bushels

>"You look tired. Sure you don't want me to carry yours?"

>Applejack chuckles, punching you in the arm again

>You punch her back, your fist landing square on her shoulder

>She recoils, screaming in pain

>"OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT! AJ!"

>Applejack falls onto the ground, grasping at her shoulder with her good arm

>"H-How's it look?"

>You examine her shoulder

>Her arms seems to hang limp from the socket

>"Fuck..." you mutter under your breath

>"We-We have to get you to a doctor," you say, Applejack trying to regain composure

>"There's not a hospital for miles, Anon..."

>"W-Well shit! What do we do?" you ask, panicked

>"D-Do you reckon you could just, I-I don't know, pop it b-back in?" she asks through the pain

>You take her arm, and she immediately yelps

>"Do you want me to stop?"

>"Just do it, Anon..."

>You try and move her arm back into the shoulder joint as Applejack screams

>Her shrieks of agony batter your ears

>"STOP!"

>You let go, and she collapses to the ground, tears rolling down her eyes.

>"AJ, AJ, listen, everything's going to be fine," you say, kneeling at her prone body

>You pick her up into your arms, brushing the hair from her face

>"I-It hurts something a-awful, Anon..." she gets out through the tears

>The only thing you can think to do is try and comfort her

>"We... We can fix this. I'm so fucking sorry, AJ."

>You stand up, Applejack in your arms, holding her closely to your body

>Carefully, you make your way back to the house, and lie her down on the couch

 

*** ALTERNATE PATH ***

>You gaze upon Applejack's toned body as she lies on the couch

>She looks... helpless

>"A-Anon! What are you doing!"

>You begin pulling her pants down, but she struggles despite her broken arm

>"Stop!" she screams, her face streaming with tears as she tries to push you back

>You jump on top of her, ripping open her shirt

>"No!"

>She knees you in the back, and you lean yourself forward

>Immediately, she headbutts you, sending you to the floor

>You feel the oger tiem end within you, and your mind returns to its former self

>"A-Applejack! Shrek left me! I'm sorry..." you say, getting up to help her

>She kicks you square in the jaw, knocking a few teeth loose

>"Fuck you! This a fuckin' joke to you!"

>You spit blood from your mouth, unable to get up as your body is wracked with pain

>Applejack stands up, grimacing as her broken arm moves about

>She kicks you in the gut multiple times before moving onto your chest

>You feel a rib break, and it pierces your lung

>You slowly bleed out as the life leaves your body

*** GAME OVER SCENARIO/RESET POINT ***

 

>"AJ, AJ, listen, everything's going to be fine," you say, kneeling at her prone body

>You pick her up into your arms, brushing the hair from her face

>"I-It hurts something a-awful, Anon..." she gets out through the tears

>The only thing you can think to do is try and comfort her

>"We... We can fix this. I'm so fucking sorry, AJ."

>You stand up, Applejack in your arms, holding her closely to your body

>Carefully, you make your way back to the house, and lie her down on the couch

>"D-Do you guys have a phone in here?"

>She points towards the kitchen

>You spot the phone rather easily

>It's an outdated dial phone, but it's a phone

>You call 911, and tell them about the situation

>"W-Well?"

>"They said they can get here with an ambulance in about an hour... Do you think you'll be okay?"

>Applejack nods

>You walk over the the couch and sit down next to her

>"I'm so sorry, Applejack..."

>"I-It's okay, Anon... It was a good punch," she says with a smile

 

*** ALTERNATE PATH ***

>"AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" you say, emulating your hero

>"W-Wh-"

>You sock her in the arm

>"I'm gonna go home now. Sorry for ruinin' your dAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY"

>She falls onto the couch, crying

>You hit the jukebox on your way out

*** GAME OVER SCENARIO ***

 

>"D-Do you guys have a phone in here?"

>She points towards the kitchen

>You spot the phone rather easily

>It's an outdated dial phone, but it's a phone

>You call 911, and tell them about the situation

>"W-Well?"

>"They said they can get here with an ambulance in about an hour... Do you think you'll be okay?"

>Applejack nods

>You walk over the the couch and sit down next to her

>"I'm so sorry, Applejack..."

>"I-It's okay, Anon... It was a good punch," she says with a smile

>After 20 minutes, it seems Applejack's condition has worsened

>"That ambulance is taking too long... We have to do something!" you say

>"What d-do you plan on doin'?"

>You rush into the kitchen, grabbing a sharp blade from the knife block

>"A-Anon! No!"

>"We can't wait!" you say

>"D-Do you even know how to fix my arm?"

>You pause

>"No..."

>"Let's not make things any worse 'for the ambulance gets here... Put down the knife..."

>You place the knife down on a nearby table stand

>"Maybe I got carried away..."

>"Maybe?" she retorts

>"Okay, I did... Do you have any painkillers or something?"

>"U-Upstairs. In the bathroom."

>You make your way to the bathroom, looking for painkillers

>It doesn't take to long to find a bottle

>You also take a few small towels and drench them in warm water

>"Here, take this," you say, handing her a few pills

>"Do you need a glass of water?"

>She shakes her head and swallows the pills

>"I think I'm going to have to take your shirt off. I need to put this towel on the shoulder, and I have to get the blood flowing somehow, at the very least"

>Applejack looks at you and nods

>Carefully, you sit her up, unbuttoning her shirt

>She winces as you finally pull it off the disconnected arm, and lay her back down

>You place the towel on her shoulder, and she sighs

>"Ow! A might gentler, Anon," she says as you massage her arm

>"I think that I shall never see

>"A poem lovely as a tree.

 

>"A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

>"Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

 

>"A tree that looks at God all day,

>"And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

 

>"A tree that may in Summer wear

>"A nest of robins in her hair;

 

>"Upon whose bosom snow has lain;

>"Who intimately lives with rain.

 

>"Poems are made by fools like me,

>"But only God can make a tree"

 

>"What in tarnation are you doin', Anon?"

>"I thought... You might... Uh... Like some poetry?"

>She looks at you oddly

>"Well, I ain't one for poems, really. I do like trees though, so, thanks I guess? Reminds me of my favorite tree... May Bloomberg rest in peace..."

>"My condolences..."

>You continue to sit at Applejack's side as you wait for help to arrive

>Your eyes wander over to her chest

>"Damn," you think to yourself as you linger on her bra-obscured breasts

>You feel yourself pop a boner

>Applejack laughs

>"Eyes up here, fella," she says with a smirk

>You laugh nervously

 

*** ALTERNATE PATH ***

>You punch her straight in the arm and begin twisting

>She cries out

>"S-St-top!!"

>You wail on her arm, bashing her

>You stand up and begin to kick her in the face

>She begs and pleads for you to stop, to make the pain stop, everything

>You don't

>On and on you beat her

>After almost an hour, the door opens up, revealing the paramedics

>They immediately call the police

>Applejack barely clings to life

*** GAME OVER SCENARIO ***

 

>You continue to sit at Applejack's side as you wait for help to arrive

>Your eyes wander over to her chest

>"Damn," you think to yourself as you linger on her bra-obscured breasts

>You feel yourself pop a boner

>Applejack laughs

>"Eyes up here, fella," she says with a smirk

>You laugh nervously

>"I should say the same to you," you reply

>Applejack blushes

>"At least I didn't undress you," she says playfully

>"Do you want to?"

>Applejack giggles

>"Fair's fair, but I don't think I'm really in the condition to," she says

>"Oh, well, I can do it for you, then," you reply

>Her face reddens once more

>"Ho boy... Well, where to start..." she says, eyeing you

>"Well," she says, "Like I said, fair's fair. Shirt's gotta go, Anon."

>You unbutton your shirt and throw it to the floor

>"Boy, you weren't kiddin' when you said you'd been workin' out..." she says, eyes wide open

>"You know, this isn't completely fair," you say

>Applejack's eyebrow raises

>"And why do you say that?"

>"I'm completely naked from the waist up. Guess who isn't," you say, looking to her bra

>She smirks

>"I guess you're right. Help me take it off"

>You sit her up, making sure to not hurt her arm

>Gently, you unclasp her bra, drawing it off her arm and throwing it to the floor

>You can feel your heart quicken as she turns to you, revealing her supple breasts

>"My, like what you see Anon?"

>"More than like"

>You then slide off your pants, letting them hit the ground

>"I didn't say you had to do that, Anon"

>"But look who's got more clothes on again?"

>Applejack laughs

>"I guess I'm cheatin' again! S'pose you'll just have to take my pants off too," she says

>You comply, unbuttoning her jeans and slowly sliding them off of her, throwing them into the heap of clothes amassing by the foot of the couch

>Applejack smiles as you sit over her nearly naked body, her arm resting by her side on the couch

>You lean in and close your eyes

>Applejack wraps her good arm around you, pulling you down onto her

>Your lips meet, her bare breasts pressing against your chest

>You linger on her soft lips before pulling back

>Applejack turns her reddened face away from you and giggles

>"Anon..."

>You bring your face down to her stomach, and press your lips against her

>"A-Anon?"

>She begins laughing as you raspberry her belly

>"Ha- Ow! Q-Quit it!"

>You begin moving further down along Applejack's body

>Using your teeth, you slowly bring her panties down around her thighs

>You open her legs

>"A-Anon..."

>Starting from her inner thigh, you press your lips against her leg, inching your way to your destination

>Applejack begins to move her legs ever so slightly as she lets out small moans

>Once you get between her legs, you place your mouth on her clit an give her another raspberry

>She bursts out laughing, both from the sensation and total surprise

>"A-Anon! Ow!"

 

*** ALTERNATE PATH ***

>You hear somebody open the door

>"Shit, the ambulance is here already?"

>"WE'RE BACK! LOOK WHAT BIG MAC GO-"

>The Apple Family stares at you and Applejack, your head buried between her thighs

>"I'll go get the shotgun," Big Mac says

>You run

>You run so far away

>You never get away

*** GAME OVER SCENARIO ***

 

>You begin moving further down along Applejack's body

>Using your teeth, you slowly bring her panties down around her thighs

>You open her legs

>"A-Anon..."

>Starting from her inner thigh, you press your lips against her leg, inching your way to your destination

>Applejack begins to move her legs ever so slightly as she lets out small moans

>Once you get between her legs, you place your mouth on her clit an give her another raspberry

>She bursts out laughing, both from the sensation and total surprise

>"A-Anon! Ow!"

>You stop, Applejack still laughing from the raspberry

>"I think I'm gonna go 'secure' the area a bit. Don't want anyone popping up on us..."

>She nods

>You get and close the nearby windows, and lock the front and back doors

>You decide to rustle through the fridge before making your way back to Applejack

>Spotting a can of whipped cream, you take it and hide it behind your back

>"Hey, Anon," she says as you approach, "I just realized, I'm pretty much naked now. Guess who isn't?"

>You smirk and begin to undress

>"Wait, come over here"

>You walk over to her, and she bites onto the your underwear, pulling them down, her face rubbing against your cock as she does so

>Taking the whipped cream from behind your back, you spray it onto your dick

>"Bon appetit"

>She giggles and begins to lick it off, looking into your eyes

>Applejack gently places her mouth on your head, swirling her tongue around it as she sucks the cream off

>You feel your body shudder as she continues, her mouth slowly making its way down your cock until she can go no farther

>She removes her mouth from you, trying to keep her arm flat on the couch

>"Get closer, Anon. Don't want me to miss a spot, do you?"

>You move closer to her, and she licks the base of your dick clean, panting softly

>"My turn," she says

>She takes the whipped cream with her good arm and sprays it onto her nipples

>"Soup's on," Applejack says deviously

>You sit yourself on top of her, bringing your face to her breasts

>Sticking your tongue out, you slowly move around the nipple of one of her breasts, licking up the cream

>"Ngh~" she lets out

>You place your mouth around the mound of cream, sensually bringing them together over the nipple

>Moving on to her other breast, you lick from bottom to top, taking the whole dab of cream into your mouth

>You let your tongue flit about the tip of her nipple, and it begins to harden, Applejack writhing in pleasure beneath you

>Gently, you take the bottle from her hand and smirk at her

>You get off the couch, kneeling by Applejack's feet

>Once more taking the bottle, you spray whipped cream onto her feet as she giggles

>"That tickles!"

>You hold her calves down, slowly bringing your face to her foot, letting your tongue lightly touch the sole of her foot

>Your tongue runs up the length of her foot, moving side to side as Applejack squirms, giggling

>You place a toe in your mouth, delicately sucking on each one as you remove the whipped cream from her feet

>You move on to the other foot, licking up and down the pad

>Applejack lets out a small laugh as you begin suckling on her toes once more

>As you finish up, you sit yourself down by her feet

>"Y'know Anon, even with my arm, I think I can still find ways to please you..." she says, lightly running one of her toes along your cock

>"C'mon Anon, move a little closer," she says, pulling you in with her feet around your sides, sliding you forward

>Applejack softly cups her feet around your cock, moving them up and down

>Your heart begins to beat faster as she strokes you

>She lets one foot off from your dick, and begins to rub the tip with the pad of her foot, still running her other foot along your length

>"This feel good?" she asks

>You nod, letting out a deep breath as she continues to move her feet along your cock

>You lean back and close your eyes, letting her continue

>Your breathing becomes staggered as her feet run along your cock

>She moves her toes up to the head of your cock, rubbing them against you as pleasure waves over you

>Again she cups her feet around your shaft, letting them stroke you, gently at first

>She lets out small grunts as she picks up the pace

>You begin slowly thrusting against her, tensing your body

>Applejack slows down, coming to a stop

>"Don't want this to end too quickly, now," she says

>You lay yourself on top of Applejack, putting your hands onto the couch's arm above her head

>Making sure not to hurt her, you pull yourself up until your cock slides between her breasts

>She tries to hold them together with her arm

>You begin to thrust, her soft breasts pushing against your cock

>Thrusting as far as you can, you feel Applejack licking the tip of your cock

>Using her arm, she squeezes her breasts against you, letting them slowly stroke your cock and she tongues your head

>You begin to thrust again, trying to hold back the onset of orgasm as you slide between her cleavage

>Applejack moans, letting her tongue flit against your cock each time it nears your face

>"Why don't you sit up a bit?"

>She smirks seductively at you, shimmying herself up against the couch's arm

>Without hesitation, she grasps for your cock with her hand, puling you towards her

>She leans forward and envelops your tip with her mouth

>Gently, she runs her lips against the ridge of your head, letting her tongue quickly dance about within her mouth

>She begins to stroke, lightly pulling for you to come closer

>Applejack moans as she slides you deeper into her mouth, twisting her head slightly as she moves along your length

>She bobs up and down, slowly picking up momentum, her tongue diligently writhing against your cock

>You feel as if your heart would burst, letting out harsh gasps which only heighten her fervor

>She brings the full length of your cock into her, sliding you into her throat

>Slowly, she slides off, letting her tongue press against your dick as it slides along its bottom

>"I-I think I'm gonna cum"

>Applejack begins aggressively tonguing your tip once more, running loops around her head as she strokes

>You edge ever closer to orgasm as she picks up the pace

>Her hand speeds over your cock as she removes her lips

>"O-On my face, Anon~"

>You can't hold it back any longer

>You entire body quakes as you release your load, spasming as the pleasure hits you in waves

>Applejack looks at you through one eye, her face completely covered in your cum

>"Let's get you cleaned up," you say

>You get off the couch and pluck Applejack's naked, sweat glistening body as she pants warm breaths onto your skin

>Bringing her to the bathroom upstairs, you run the water, drawing a warm bath

>You hop inside with her in your arms, using a hand towel to wipe her face off

>"Oh, Anon~" she purrs

>She begins to stroke you under the water as you regain your erection

>You sit Applejack on top of you, letting your cock slip into her tight, warm slit

>"Ngh~"

>You begin to thrust, Applejack already trembling from pent up arousal

>"F-Faster, Anon!"

>She begins to squirm against you, her hips writhing against your crotch as you slide in and out of her

>Applejack's moans echo off the walls of the bathroom, reverberating through the room as her face contorts in ecstasy

>"I-I'm cumming!"

>You feel as she clenches against your cock, gasping for breath as her body trembles on top of you

>Finally, she lays back against you

>You hear a loud knocking from downstairs

>"Well, time to get the arm fixed," you say

>She nods, and nuzzles her head against your chest