Apple socks

>Today started out innocently enough.

>Flutters came and tried to guess your fetish.

>Method of the day was socks.

>Hundreds and hundreds of socks.

"Socks are not my fetish, Fluttershy."

>Not like that...

>So here you were, wrapped in head to toe in sock-lassos.

>Still nonplussed.

>"Galdernit, these here socks ain't nearly as easy to get on as they should be."

>Applejack, your captor from five minutes ago trots into the room, a sock on one of her hind legs, and the second being drawn up by her mouth as she hobbled in.

>Wow.

>Wear no disguise...I see...

>Your eyes are open.

>"Alraghty here anon, ah don' care where the socks came from, but YOU are gonna come for me raght here inaminnit, y'hear?"

>You stare, eyes transfixed as she draws the last sock up her hoof and leg,smoothly as the sock's component itself.

>She saunters up to you, a sultry stare surpassing all the others she's served you before.

>"Ohh, ya lahk what ya see THIS tahm, huh?"

>You blush. You weren't aware you were staring so intently.

>"Well now, are ya ready ta give me what ah want?"

>She had never gotten this far before.

"Y-yes..."

>She leans in close, wrapping a foreleg in a sock and placing it on your crotch.

>"Well too bad, sucker. Ya shoulda thought about what we coulda had tagether afore ah had ta go through allathis trouble."

>WHAT.

"WHAT?"

>She sexily slips the fourth sock on and trots out of the room, leaving you tied up with an unbreakable boner.

"...dammit."

Fucking Applejack.