Prompt Anon - Apple Jelly

>Be on facehoof

>*pop* (new message)

>here we go again

>this apple girl has been messaging you on and off for like 2 weeks. you are so tired of her shit.

Apple Smith Jackii

        Heyy what ya doing tonight

Anon

        not much just listening to a new album

Apple Smith Jackii

        cool, who by

Anon

        You probably haven't heard of them

Apple Smith Jackii

        alright I'll check em out who are they

> It goes on like this for about 45 minutes. You dutifully respond to her offhandedly and yet she refuses to get the hint.

>Eventually you just say you are going to sleep and stop responding and log off.

>Seriously what does this girl want with you. it's not like you talk or have much in common at all.

>Sure she is cute and curvy and all that but you have no interest in talking to some hick girl.

>And every time you pass her in the hallway she does that dumb little wave.

>Seriously apple butt just leave me alone

 

This first part is true and I was too dense to realize at the time that the girl actually liked me. It just never occurred to me that a person of the opposite gender could be interested in me in a romantic way

 

>At school the next day

>Spring fling is coming up and the hype machine is at full tilt.

>Not interested in the slightest but it is all anybody is talking about. Feel obligated to go but know it will be an absolute snore like last year and the year before that.

> You sign up to help decorate the gym because you need the activity on your transcript to look good for colleges.

>Show up after school in the main gym and it is deserted.

"Hello? Are we decorating the gym today?"

"YES!!!" shouts a voice from somewhere behind the bleachers

>Suddenly she is upon you

>Your body could never be ready for this much enthusiasm

>Grinning ear to ear is a pink skinned girl with unkempt hair and a short, loose, pink, skirt and a cute blue jacket... and ... large... breasts...

>If you hadn't been seeing this girl around since middle school you would assume they were fake. But you had watched as over the years they ballooned into an almost comical size for her slender body.

"Yeeee, Somebody to help me decorate, it's always nice to have company when decorating, I mean I always decorate the gym alone, I wonder why that is? Everybody loves streamers right? Oh do you like balloons, I have tons of balloons come on in and lets get this party started!!"

>Still booting from enthusiasm overload the tiny girl grabs your wrist and firmly pulls you after her and into the gym.

"Anon, Right... Duh of course it's Anon I never forget anybody's name."

> Now fully aware of the totally empty gym you regret your decision, this girl is just gonna make you carry all the heavy shit.

"here lift me up so I can hang these ribbons on the stage"

>told you

>she jumps up on your shoulders all by herself her soft thighs pressing lightly against your cheeks.

>You are just worried that you won't be able to hold her. You wouldn't want to seem weak now would you?

 

 

>She leans forward onto your neck and you feel her gross silk skirt rub against your neck. You hate the feeling of cheap silk.

>but you notice something else. and you blush, her soft cotton panties are also resting on your neck. You are embarrassed but at the same time excited because that basically means you are touching a pussy.

> You feel a slight pulse in your jeans at this thought

>Not now boner

>She pushes her heels into your chest and her body against your head... and her panties tighter against your neck

"Woo almost lost my balance"

>But it was more than that, as she loosened her grip she subtly rubbed her pussy against your neck. It was almost unnoticeable but definitely not an accident.

>And now another warm rush into your crotch.

> she slides off you and onto the ground

>you turn around just in time to see her spin slightly and straighten her skirt

>Damn that was adorable

>She looks you up and down and her gaze landed just below your waist

>Oh shit boner you traitor

 

>You watch her as the realization slowly creeps onto her face and she blushes, turns away and brushes the hair up and over her ear. a small smirk appears.

>you decide to save your shame for later and ask her what she wants you to do next.

>she tells you to start blowing up the balloons while she ties them.

>after several minutes of working silently she whispers to you.

"was that because of me" gesturing vaguely to the lower half of your body.

"u-uhhh"

>that's all the answer she needs and she giggles, probably slightly louder than she intended.

> Several more minutes pass of insane embarrassment pass before she says anything else.

> Follow me I need you to come grab the PA equipment.

>I told you about that heavy shit

>She leads you back behind the stage into the tech room.

>She leads you in and shuts you both into the room

"A-Anon, I really appreciate you coming in after school to help me decorate"

"also I wanted to say thanks for that earlier, the boner earlier I mean, It was... It makes me feel good about myself" she looks down at the floor and presses her skirt against her thighs,

"I really needed that today" She is blushing but there is also sadness in her face.

 

 

"Well it's not really up to me, Pinkie, But if it helps I think you are uh, Pretty, and uh Cute."

> you walk up to her and put a hand on her shoulder and give a gentle rub. You feel how the strap of her bra has dug into her shoulder from the massive load they are lugging.

> She looks up at you and grins

>And she keeps looking, and looking

>OH shit, this is about to get romantic isn't it?

>She leans up and gives you a quick peck,

> And again, Only this time longer. Her soft sweet lips against yours, her hot moist breath on your cheek.

> You lean into this kiss, craving more of the soft sweet lips of this pink party goddess.

>Her arms around your neck, yours on her slim hips and denim jacket.

> you disengage and leave each other panting for breath. You pull her in close hands under her jacket, now on her soft cotton undershirt. on her upper back. Your elbows squeeze in her massive. soft. breasts

> so soft like heavens clouds, you wish you could just see them bare. hanging in their supernatural glory.

> You kiss her soft, frizzy hair, It smells of cherry bubble gum.

>She pushes you away,

>Oh no was that awkward did I do something wrong.

>No she is still looking at you with those sultry bedroom eyes. she turns you around and pushes you with one of her tiny hands into the wall.

> Her shoulders lean back and she pulls of her jacket revealing her spaghetti strap undershirt and large striped bra

> oh shit it’s about to get real.

> She hesitates at first but then swiftly places her hand on your now rock hard crotch.

>is this heaven

>you take the cue to grab her ass in return and pull her in.

>she clumsily undoes your pants as you remove her gross silk skirt for her.

>White. White, Panties, Bra and undershirt. And neon white, glowing against her pink skin, your black boxer briefs do plenty of their own flattering. Calvin Klien sure knows how to design underwear.

>Your lips embrace again as she rubs her hips against your cock. gyrating slowly you watch her ass in the mirror against the opposite wall. Tight, and cute. Just like you had hoped. You grab her panties and pull them up and out, she lets out a surprised gasp as her womanhood gets some of it's own attention.

> you run your right hand down from her chest to her panty line teasing while you still hold her pussy tight against her panties.

>rubbing slowly against her soft, lightly trimmed pussy. You pull her panties down, and as you come up you lick her leg.

>you can feel the liquid flowing into your palm now as you keep your hand cupping her pussy. and rup her teeth with your tongue

>She now pulls your underwear off and looks longingly at your member. Not particularly impressive. but obviously not a disappointment as she inhales sharply at the sight. her thighs clench your hand as she subconsciously prepared to take it into her.

 

>you slide your index over her clitoris. Her whole body twitches and the dampness becomes unreal.

>She unfastens her bra and pulls it out from her undershirt. A compression bra, you look in awe at the newfound mass of her chest. Her nipples fighting gravity with all their might somehow keeping her breasts perky.

>This pink goddess has graced you with her body and you plan to return the favor.

>you slide your fingers rearward with the intention of entering her hole.

> she grabs your wrist as you reach inward.

"I'm not ready for that yet" she whispers to you

> you nod in acceptance and pull your fingers to your mouth. They smell glorious. No amount of internet porn can prepare you for the ecstasy of the sweet, salty smell.

>You place a finger in your mouth and she gasps, at first disgusted but then intrigued. She pulls your hand from you and curiously licks your pinkie.

>After a second of thought she places the whole finger in her mouth and sucks firmly, licking vigorously. Your dick quakes, living vicariously through your finger.

>You are about to explode but you must hold it for appearances.

 

>Placing your hand back on her soaking, tender, snatch she lets you get back to work,

>She then reaches down with her own hand towards your dick.

>You panic, if she so much as touches you, it could cause a premature jizz party

> you hastily grab her wrist and tell her

“This is all about you”

>And place her cool delicate hand on top of her clit and start rubbing gently for her.

>You then take your hand and start massaging her breast, it feels more amazing than you could have imagined.

>Hurriedly you pull of her undershirt to expose her tits in full glory.

> you kiss her cheek as she begins to moan softly.

>She backs away from you and lays on the cold concrete floor of the storage closet.

>inviting you to join her in its grimy embrace.

>what the hell you shrug and continue where you left off only in horizontal

>with two sets of fingers in motion it takes no time until she can barely contain herself. >Shivering, shaking legs, moaning. The whole bit

>A small pool forms under her

>you can barely breath as her thighs squeeze your chest so tightly. Or maybe its because you are so excited.

> She grabs at her free breast as you massage the other. Blowing lightly into her ear.

 

”STOP!” Pinkie shouts

>Terrified, What line did you cross, what’s wrong, what did I fuck up now.

>Panting heavily twitching from pleasure and ecstasy. she pulls you in and whispers

“I’m” breath

“ready” breath

“now” breath

“I want you inside me. for, *gulp* my first orgasm”

>oh shit that’s hot.

> you peel yourself off of her, and position your pelvis accordingly.

>her breasts bounce slightly as her hips motion towards you hungrily.

>searching for it’s sweet pleasure too soon taken from them.

> slowly you place your head against her lips. It takes all your might to keep from cumming, and disappointing your pink goddess.

>She on the other hand has no problems, having her first orgasm the instant your head touches her. Her moan is so loud somebody must have heard it. Her eyes in the back of her head. But you aren’t done yet.

> you press on slowly, carefully inserting your penis inside of her insanely tight vagina. She cringes as you break her hymen but you know that too felt good.

> And another. She shouts as her muscles asynchronously contract around you.

> Her breasts shake up and down as she spasms out of control, her short fingernails scrape your back and her thighs hurt your ribs.

>She kicks you in the back with her heel as her knee contracts violently, It is all too much, This is your fetish after all

>an uncontrolled female orgasm

>You explode into her, and with a gasp she lifts herself off the floor pulling herself up into you.

>You yourself shake violently as the hot cum burns your urethra and drains itself from you.

>and you both lay there shivering into each other seeking a warmth that cannot cure it.

>as you pull yourself off of her she begins to giggle. and then laugh as her body twitches occasionally. You place your hand on her hairy snatch and she freezes again.

>but when removed the laughter continues.

>it attracts a helpful friend

>the door to your secluded love closet opens

 

 

>Her laughter stops

>You both freeze in fear at the orange face in the door.

> Her worn orange hands hold a long blond braid

>Applejack

>A horrified face caught in thought. What should I say it said. So many thoughts and so few seconds.

>a-ah came to hel-

> the word caught in her throat as she buried her face in her hands.

> a loan sob that shook her whole body came as she then turned and ran.

“Applejack” Pinkie screamed after her

>And she too began to tear

>You put your hand on her exposed shoulder but she knocked it away.

> She told you to leave and you weren’t sure why. but you did. You dressed quickly and slowly walked out of the school. And towards home

 

 

Afterword

>Tonight you actually wanted to to message applejack to find out what that was all about. but your instinct thought better of it.

>Walking to Ap Lang Comp you are pulled aside by a yellow girl with pink hair.

>She looks upset at you.

>She takes a deep breath before she speaks

>and explained that Applejack had fallen in love with You. That was why she messaged you all the time

>She called you an oblivious dumbass under her breath.

>Applejack had agreed to help pinkie decorate after school that day.

> but when applejack found Pinkie and You having sex she was understandably heartbroken. Pinkie Knew applejack liked You but according to her “ didn’t mean to hurt applejack”

>Applejack and Pinkie didn’t show up to school the next few days.

> you wanted to apologize but neither would speak to you. And so the spring fling passed that year and summer break began. And that was your second semester of junior year of canterlot high.

 

I imagine this story after the events of EQG in which Anon accidentally shatters a fragile, newly rekindled friendship. The girls choose sides between Pinkie and AppleJack and their friendship again turns into a feud. During Senior year the girls continue to drift apart and slowly find new friend groups that fit their niche better. It however is too late as they are thrust into the real world where there is little time for friendship. They travel along their own destinies only to meet at reunions. They do not speak then. It could be argued Pinkie overreacted with her anger towards you as you were simply in the wrong (right) place at the wrong (oh so right) time. You still think about your passionate first time with your pink party goddess and wonder what happened to her. Maybe she became trailer trash. Perhaps a well adjusted entrepreneur. You are too scared to message her and ask.