Applesack (thread) part 1

APPLESACK

 

>paste index

part 1: http://pastebin.com/drgxqEqF

part 2: http://pastebin.com/fBgrTY9W

part 3: http://pastebin.com/6XGqyTHX

others:

http://pastebin.com/EqFJXxf6 - disowned part 3

http://pastebin.com/yYR4ZP9t - deleted scene: "Called the Paramedics"

 

>threadlist

current thread: http://boards.4chan.org/mlp/res/16067667

http://archive.heinessen.com/mlp/thread/S15733336

http://archive.heinessen.com/mlp/thread/S15833345

http://archive.heinessen.com/mlp/thread/S15877811

http://archive.heinessen.com/mlp/thread/S15907054

http://archive.heinessen.com/mlp/thread/S15950888

http://archive.heinessen.com/mlp/thread/S15998318

http://archive.heinessen.com/mlp/thread/S16067667

 

 

 

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>> [] Anonymous  01/17/14(Fri)18:38 No.15733336

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You have 2 choices.

Option one: You are sent to equestria. You are the only one of your kind and are easily accepted. You become friends with all the ponies you ever wanted and live an easy life. The catch is sex does not exist. You will still have your junk but they won't have anything. You can't convince them to or do anything sexual to them. You will be sent back to earth. You will only ever be friends with ponies

Option 2: Your favorite pony is sent to you on earth. Scared and tired. She will be confused and irrational for a while but in time she will grow on you. No one but you can know that she exists in this world. If even one other person finds out, she will be taken away and it will be the last you ever see of her and you will never know what happened to her. Sex exists and she will fall for you in a short time and soon thereafter will fall in love with you. She won't know that the reason she can't see her friends anymore is because you made a choice. You can choose to tell her one day, but that is your decision.

 

what is your choice /mlp/

 

 

 

>> [] Iamodd !YpNb7Wi76c  01/17/14(Fri)19:42 No.15734515

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>choose option two

>The man sighs and opens up his trenchcoat

>Fluttershy laying blindfolded and gagged where his legs should have been.

>she's pushed inside your apartment

>As you look up the man is gone

>Take the blindfold off

>Hey once bright eyes are dull, and she flails as you try to remove her bonds.

>hours later your apartment is ruined, and Fluttershy is in a room tied together

>by your hand

>It took some time before she was well enough to eat

>even longer before she could speak

>She was afraid of you, she was afraid of what you said might happen if she left the house

>you kept her locked up

>She tried to act happy when you came home

>you knew that her suffering was your fault

>she grew to love you

>but she was still lonely

>two years pass and you walk into the darkened apartment

>none of the lights worked

>even worse, Fluttershy was nowhere to be found

>Check all the rooms,

>only one left

>The bathroom

>hear running water

>the door is locked

>break it down

>She was laying facedown in the bathtub

>you have only yourself to blame

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/17/14(Fri)19:57 No.15734783

 

>>15733336 (OP)

>chose option 2

>act surprised when rarity wakes up, claim to have no idea how she came here

>tell her I'll take care of her until her friends find her, knowing they never will

>only groom her and pet her at first, bring her small meals, make sure to leave her alone at times

>start gaslighting her, telling her I told her i was going to be gone for 2 days when i said a day

>make sure she has nothing to write with, no real fun until i return

>slowly make her absolutely dependent on me, randomly get angry at her so she blames herself

>when she confesses she loves me explain that human females are completely subservient to males

>force her to wear a collar, only give her attention and affection when she is properly submissive

 

my dick

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/17/14(Fri)19:58 No.15734814

 

>>15733336 (OP)

>She won't know that the reason she can't see her friends anymore is because you made a choice.

[spoiler]...Give me option 2.[/spoiler]

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/17/14(Fri)20:18 No.15735197

 

>>15733336 (OP)

>choose option 2

>Your front door suddenly unlocks and opens.

>There is a soft thump downstairs.

>You rush out of your bedroom in time to see a man in a trenchcoat turning around and leaving.

>There is a large burlap sack in your front hall.

>As the door locks again, you think to yourself, 'This is really happening.'

>'Pinkie Pie is right there. In that bag.'

>You don't know whether to thank the heavens for OP delivering, or to be wary of the amount of flipping/turning-upside-down your West Philadelphian life is about to start doing.

>You bend over the sack.

>The top rises slowly, and then lowers. She's breathing, but probably not conscious.

>You undo the string, and look inside.

>IT'S FUCKING APPLEJACK

>Your run to the door, throwing it open as fast as your fingers can fumble the deadbolt open.

"YOU GAVE ME THE WRONG PONY, YOU DOUBLE NIGGER!"

>No trenchcoats to be seen.

>You turn around. The applesack is still lying there, half open. No movement.

>Your entire back gets warm and prickly all of a sudden, and you shiver.

>You close and lock the front door, letting out a long sigh.

 

op deceived us

how do we proceed, /mlp/

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/17/14(Fri)20:20 No.15735240

 

>>15735197 (You)

Grab her and show her to someone else

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/17/14(Fri)20:24 No.15735317

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>>15735197 (You)

I swear to god anon if she dies in the cold like that I'll fucking find you and kick your teeth down your throat.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/17/14(Fri)20:27 No.15735386

 

>>15735197 (You)

You can start by buying some apple seeds so she'll have something familiar. Plant them before she wakes up and let her discovee them on her own.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/17/14(Fri)20:43 No.15735707

 

>>15735240

y'all nigga's got a good head on your shoulders, but >>15735317 sounds real mad

 

>Shame on you, Anon.

>A background pony like Applehat never did anything to you.

>Besides, you have a pony now. Didn't you want a pony?

>Not Applejack, but yeah, you kinda did want a pony.

>Balls, man.

>You decide to see what kind of condition AJ is in. If any bones are broken, you're fucked.

>You carefully open the sack as far as it'll go.

>Applejack is unconscious, and there's something jammed into her mouth. Some kind of sock.

>Her forelegs are tied to her chest--what's that called, a barrel?--with some old style rope, and her hindlegs are just bound together.

>She's lying on her hat, you can see the brim behind her. It looks all crumpled.

>You slip Applejack out of the bag onto your carpet.

>Her coat is all scuffed up and matted in spots. There's some dirt on her legs near her hooves.

>You can see some spots of dried blood. Panicking a little, you look for cuts, lacerations, etc, and thankfully find nothing but a couple of bruises.

>What the fuck kind of operation was OP running?

>Her mane is let down, it looks like one of the red bands that was keeping her ponytail (heh) together snapped.

>Maybe she'll let you brushie brushie.

>You smile a little at the thought, but then you just as quickly think what might happen if she doesn't like you.

>If those bucking legs can shake the apples from trees...

>Your look at your chest, and for the first time in recent memory you appreciate the intactness of your ribcage.

>Applerump beneath you stirs a little. You haven't even untied her or anything.

>You quickly start to throw together an alibi, something about finding her outside and...

>AJ doesn't open her eyes. She goes still again.

>She's still breathing, but not moving.

>Man, you're going to have to take care of her, aren't you?

 

now what do

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/17/14(Fri)20:50 No.15735855

 

>>15735707 (You)

What's between her legs? Is it featureless? Human-style or not?

I repeat, does she have a mare cunt or not?

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/17/14(Fri)20:50 No.15735868

 

>>15735707 (You)

remove the gag and unbind her. See if you have any apple juice in the fridge to revitalize her with.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/17/14(Fri)21:42 No.15736860

 

>>15735855

>>15735868

>You untie Applejack.

>A thought comes to mind while doing so.

>'Sex exists and she will fall for you in a short time and soon thereafter will fall in love with you.'

>Oh yeah, that's right, you'd picked the sex option. Because it had sex in it.

>Man, getting Pinkie Pie would've been amazing.

>Fuck, whatever.

>You debate with yourself whether or not to check.

>...You check.

>Welp, that's definitely not a human-shaped vagina.

>You debate with yourself whether or not to touch it.

>...You don't touch it.

>She does have just a little bit of crotchboob, though, and that's kinda hot, even on a background pone.

>Maybe a fondle. Just a little one.

>No no no you can't do that to Applejack.

>You shake your head, as though that might somehow help get the thoughts out. Time to focus.

>What do ponies need. Hay and shit or whatever for eating, right?

>Twilight had a hay sandwich in that first episode with the tickets.

>You have a backyard. Will grass do?

>What if she chooses to cause a commotion out there? What if someone notices her?

>And then again, ponies also eat cupcakes and muffins and cakes and drink cider and shit.

>You'll have to ask.

>You make a note to check the fridge and see if you have any vegetables remaining.

>You look back at AJ. Ew, fuck, you left the sock in her mouth.

>You pull it out quickly, and immediately regret using more than two fingers to touch it.

>It's all dirty and shit. Kinda smells.

>AJ's gonna have an awful taste in her mouth.

>Maybe you have some juice or some other sweet thing for that? You'd been meaning to go to the store this weekend, but you probably still have some.

>You toss the sock in the burlap sack.

>Wait, no, her hat's in there! Ugh, you're probably going to have to wash it anyway.

>The size strikes you as cute, though. It's such a teeny hat.

>Man, ponies are straight up tiny. She's like, 3-1/2, 4 feet tall.

>You'd probably be able to carry her, if she wasn't struggling.

 

sorry, was busy

where to next, /mlp/

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/17/14(Fri)21:45 No.15736920

 

>>15736860 (You)

>Pinkie Pie

>pinkiefag detected

commit suicide

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/17/14(Fri)21:47 No.15736965

 

>>15736860 (You)

Take her off of the floor. At least put her on the couch or a comfy chair.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/17/14(Fri)21:48 No.15736973

 

>>15736920

your favorite pone is also shit anon

>>15736860 (You)

prepare your alibi.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/17/14(Fri)22:43 No.15737949

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>>15736965

>>15736973

>You stand up, and take a second to think.

>OP delivered, for once. A pony into your house, to be precise.

>Not working out as imagined, of course.

>Okay, so the floor probably isn't very comfortable. Where would you move her?

>On your couch? It's too nice.

>This is kinda an extreme circumstance, but at the same time cleaning couches is a fucking drag. It ain't leather, but still, the fabric is nice.

>Maybe on your bed? You have blankets that are easy to wash.

>Plus you'd be able to keep an eye on Applebutt, in case she wakes up and starts trying to escape or bust down the place something.

>Who knows how ponies will react to waking up in the strange places?

>With some effort, you manage to get AJ in your arms. She's pretty heavy, but it's not impossible.

>You've got her on her back, but instead of doing that cute thing where the legs tuck in, they just kinda hang over the side weirdly.

>You push the door to your bedroom open with a foot, and walk over to the bed.

>You lie Applejack down on her side, in what you presume might be a comfortable position.

>How long is she going to be out? Should you be worried?

>You google it, just to make sure.

>Wow, alright Google, thanks a goddamn bundle. Maybe check it for humans?

>It's probably going to be different with ponies, though. They're smaller and stuff, and presumably also magical or something.

>Whatever. You'll just figure it out when she wakes up.

>If she wakes up.

>No, you don't think that. You would rather not think that thought.

>Should you clean her up a little?

>Maybe get some kind of snack ready?

>The latter sounds easier and less intrusive, so you choose to handle that first.

>On the way to the kitchen, you contemplate explanations to give AJ when she wakes up.

>The best you can come up with is, 'I found you on the street outside, brought you home.'

>It's not very inspired, but what can you say? Even the truth wouldn't be believable.

 

what can i make with what's in my fridge, /mlp/

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/17/14(Fri)22:49 No.15738060

 

>>15737949 (You)

Just tell her the truth: a mysterious man dropped her off. She should be able to tell you're being honest.

 

Also, warm milk or some other comfort food.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/17/14(Fri)22:52 No.15738113

 

>>15737949 (You)

Water or some other drink might be a good idea. If you have anything apple-related bring it as well.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/17/14(Fri)23:39 No.15738878

 

>>15738060

>>15738113

>You put the explanation business on hold for a moment, and having arrived at your kitchen, open the fridge.

>Got the standard goods here. Milk, eggs, water pitcher/filter thing. Some chicken breast you were defrosting. Cheese, ketchup, salad dressing. Veggies in the drawer thingy.

>You don't live extravagantly.

>Aha. Carton of apple juice.

>Normally you just get concentrate and be done with it, but it was on sale. And who doesn't love apple juice.

>Actually, would giving that to Applejack be stereotyping?

>'Just because Ah'm an Apple, that don't mean Ah can't enjoy some of tha finer tastes in life.'

>Oh, who are you kidding, she probably fucking loves apples.

>Take that out, place it on the counter.

>You check the veggie drawer for snack ideas.

>Half a head of lettuce, a couple of tomatoes. Onion, garlic. One large carrot.

>What do ponies even eat?

>You take out the carrot and hope for the best.

>Do ponies eat carrots peeled?

>Wasn't there a scene in WWU or something where one of the ponies was eating a carrot?

>You'll have to check that later.

>Suddenly the existence of something as autismal as an MLP:FiM wiki doesn't seem like a bad idea after all.

>You close the fridge, and grab a cup and tray. Juice in cup, on tray with carrot. You pour yourself a mug of the apple juice, too, you're a little thirsty.

>You take the tray with you, and think about the conversation you and AJ will soon be having.

>'I found you outside, brought you in.'

>Actually, no, that's kinda dumb. Why would she be outside?

>You could tell the truth. 'A man in a trenchcoat dropped you off.'

>That's still pretty suspect.

>'I found you on my doorstep.'

>Better, but a little cliche.

>What's the status of Equestrian literature? Are they postmodernist yet?

>You're almost at your bedroom, when you hear a creaking. The bedspring kind.

>You stop dead in your tracks.

>"Whuh... What in tarnation..."

 

what do!

(might only do a couple more today. more tomorrow, if thread stays alive.)

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/17/14(Fri)23:48 No.15739058

Considering most of you aren't vegan/vegetarian, what would your pone think of you eating meat?

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/18/14(Sat)00:01 No.15739367

 

>>15738878 (You)

Pop inside and say, "Hey you're awake, and you talk?"

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/18/14(Sat)00:03 No.15739400

 

>>15739058

They eat fish. Hell, one of the pegasus had a fish on her flank.

 

>>15738878 (You)

Oh good, she speaks English.

 

Tell her she needs to be quiet - her life depends on it. Explain how if she gets found by other humans she'll be in danger. Then check on her status and needs - food? water? bathroom?

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/18/14(Sat)00:30 No.15739970

 

>>15739367

>>15739400

>Applejack has woken up.

>shitshitshitshitshitshit

>Moment of truth.

>You walk in the door, as casual as possible.

>AJ's head turns to the intruder in the foreign room. You can make out fear, anger, and confusion on her face.

>"Who the hay are you? Where am I?"

"I-I-I, uh, that is, I'm a..."

>"Where are my friends? What have you done with them?!"

>Her voice rises in pitch, and she jumps into a defensive-looking stance on the bed.

>Her ears are down, stance low. She's baring teeth.

>"I swear to Celestia, if you've touched a hair on Apple Bloom's mane, I'll buck a hole right through your sunscorned ch--"

"No, I didn't do anything! I mean, I don't know where Apple Bloom or anyone is."

>You slowly put the tray on the floor, and bring your hands up and back in a don't-mean-any-trouble gesture.

>She opens her mouth to growl something else, but you cut her off before anything can get out of hand.

"Look, just please keep it down, okay? I'll explain as much as I can, but you can't start yelling, Applejack. Someone might hear, and then we're both in trouble."

>She closes her mouth, and eyes you with surprise.

>"How do... how do you know my name?"

"Like I said, I'll explain everything. Just calm down. Are you hurt, cold? Hungry?"

>She blinks once, then again.

>"H... hungry?"

>Your hands are still up in front of your chest, so you don't move them, just point your fingers down at the tray at your feet.

"Hungry. Food. I don't know what ponies eat."

>Applejack's gaze follows your fingers to the tray. Her expression softens, and she changes stance, but she still looks wary.

"That's apple juice. And a carrot. I tried to pick something unoffensive."

>You bend down and pick up the tray. You proffer it to AJ, placing it on the bed near her and stepping away.

"It's not poisoned or anything. I'm not going to hurt you."

>Hopefully she's not on track to knock your shit out.

>She sniffs the carrot, and then sits back on her haunches, eyeing you.

>"Who or what are you?"

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/18/14(Sat)00:32 No.15740015

 

>>15739970 (You)

smooth. I guess we're taking the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth route.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/18/14(Sat)00:34 No.15740070

 

>>15740015

Uh no, no. We lie our ass off.

 

"Strange man dropped you off. No idea why you came here, but he said you needed to be protected until your friends could find you."

 

Also, I figure we tell her about the cartoons, say we tell stories about pones.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/18/14(Sat)01:20 No.15740998

 

>>15739970 (You)

I want more writing from you anon. You have my attention.

>As long as it doesn't get sexual.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/18/14(Sat)01:21 No.15741032

 

>>15740998

>not sexual

well, there went my interest

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/18/14(Sat)01:22 No.15741050

 

>>15740998

>as long as it doesn't get sexual

faggot

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/18/14(Sat)01:23 No.15741066

 

>>15740015

>>15740070

"I'm a human."

>"What's a 'hyoo-min'?"

"We're like, uh, monkeys I guess. You guy have monkeys, right?"

>"What? Yeah. Y'all don't look much like a monkey."

"Yeah. Lost all our hair over millions of years, got really tall. Evolution, it's called, I think. I never paid attention in biology."

>"Millions of years? Evolution?"

>She looks quizzical. You realize you haven't the slightest clue about a standard Equestrian education.

"Look, ah... You know how you have you, ponies I mean, and then you have mules, and they're kinda the same? And then you have things like birds and hydras I guess, and they're a lot more different?"

>She nods slowly, through squinting eyes.

>Why are you talking so much, Anon. Finish up and shut up, you weenie.

"Well basically, humans are kinda the same to monkeys. Apes, really, more than the other kinds."

>"Mmhmm."

"Yeah."

>You clasp your hands in front of you.

>"Where am I?"

"Uhh... Right here? In my bedroom, I guess, in my house. In general? On Earth. Not Equestria, I don't think."

>"How did I get here? On... 'Earth'."

>Alright, quick, pick an alibi.

"I don't know. I just, uh, found you on my doorstep."

>She squints her eyes at you again.

"Th-there was a strange man, he just dropped you here without a word and left."

>"And why would this 'man' do that?"

>She shakes her hooves in the air when she says "man", making air quotes. You hold back a chuckle.

"I, uh, I honestly don't know. I didn't know him. He just showed up, dropped you here like this, and left."

>You point at a bruise on her side to emphasize your point. She notices, and then hastily covers her side with a hoof. Whoops.

"Look, seriously, are you hurt anywhere? If I can get you something, tell me."

>"Ah... No, I'm fine."

>She sheepishly rubs the forearm part of her foreleg with a hoof.

 

now what

(that's it for tonight, keep alive till tomorrow for more)

(will pastebin this when finished, but cappers are welcome)

 

>>15740998

now that's entirely up to you guys

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/18/14(Sat)11:41 No.15748765

 

>>15741066 (You) here

i'm going to have bouts of spare time on and off throughout the day

that in mind, what does anon do next

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/18/14(Sat)14:54 No.15752674

 

>>15748765 (You)

Don't take it personally, there's a lot of attentionfag threads right now.

 

Press to aid her wounds and offer that apple juice you set down?

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/18/14(Sat)15:35 No.15753524

 

>>15752674

i ain't even mad, i'm just not able to hang around forever

 

>Applejack sits in silence for a while, and you decide to sit on the bed alongside her.

>She flinches away when you sit down, retracting the hoof nearest you.

>No eye contact.

>Say something, Anon. Get her on your good side.

"You don't look all that fine to me."

>"Hmph."

>Suave. Try again.

"Come on. Let's get you cleaned up, or something. Your coat's all dirty."

>No response. She's still staring at the floor.

"I have a shower. Warm water, soap. I could even, ah, help get you clean."

>Smoothest fucker on the planet, you are.

"At least eat something. Have some juice. I can get you something that isn't carrots, if that's what you want."

>She's not looking at you, but she's starting to tremble.

"Please, Applejack, just tell me what's bothering you. I can't help you if I don't know what's going on."

>AJ's hooves move to her sides all of a sudden. She looks to you, eyes wild, and starts shouting.

>"What's bothering me? How can you even say that!? How do you know my name!?"

>She jumps off the bed, ogling the spot where she just sat as though repulsed by it.

>"What is all this? Where in the hay am I? How did I get here?"

>Applejack begins to stomp her hooves on the floor. Her Southern accent is getting loud, and strained.

>"Who are you? How do you know who I am? Where are my friends?"

>"Where's Applebloom?"

>"Why? Why me?"

>She raises her hooves in the air, aiming at you.

>Instinctively you pull your arms up in front of you, protecting your face and chest...

>But nothing hits you. You bring your arms down.

>AJ is standing there, panting heavily. She brings her hooves down, and hangs her head.

>A glistening bead of something runs down her muzzle and falls to the ground, soaking into the carpet.

>You reach out your hand.

"Applejack..."

>"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

>Her yell was almost a screech.

>She lies down on the carpet and huddles into a ball, head in her hooves, sobbing.

 

ya fucked up, anon

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/18/14(Sat)15:55 No.15753875

 

>>15753524 (You)

Shit...um...

Put a blanket over her then leave to give her some space.

lock the doors leading outside so she can't be seen though, encase she wants to escape

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/18/14(Sat)16:20 No.15754273

 

>>15753524 (You)

Tell her

"To my knowledge, your family and friends are all fine and still in equestria. And this is going to sound strange to you, but where you are now, and how you got here, is similar to [spoiler]what Twilight did when she went through the magic mirror. You are in another dimension. In this dimension, you are a... hmmm... you know that comic that spike got you guys sucked into? Well, you guys are a comic in this world. [/spoiler]That's the honest truth."

And if someone says yes to it, show her a picture from your computer/comics (SFW, because, y'know, don't want to traumatize her worse...) and/or an episode of MLP:FiM to try to help her understand.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/18/14(Sat)16:53 No.15754905

 

>>15753875

"Applejack, I..."

>Your thought peters off in your mouth. Applepone can probably barely hear you, and even if she could, your foreign voice might not be the most calming thing in the world.

>You stand up and contemplate your next move.

>There isn't anything you can do for AJ directly, you don't think. Physical contact is out of the question.

>You should probably just give her some space.

>She won't warm up to you unless you start interacting with her, but it's bordering on dangerous right now to do something out of left field like hug her.

>You go to exit the room.

>You turn back. AJ is still crying, head down. Her mane hangs down in front of her head, looking all grungy.

"I... I'm sorry, AJ."

>She goes silent.

>Neither of you move for what must've been a minute.

>You sigh and exit the room, before it gets uncomfortable.

>So now what.

>You still don't have a clue about what ponies might eat.

>Maybe you might run out for groceries right now and pick up some apples while you're out.

>Would that comfort her?

>Actually, wait, she might trash your house or escape or something. You'd need a way to keep an eye on her.

>Now that you think about it, how are you even going to get groceries tomorrow?

>You're going to have to patch things up with Applejack quickly, if life is going to proceed as normal.

>Then you'll figure it out.

>Maybe you can bring her along? Leave her in the car or something. Crack the window a bit.

>You snap out of it. Cart's way before the horse.

>You're in your front hall.

>Escape or something. Right.

>First things first, check the door.

>Locked, good. Just in case.

>Now what.

>The ugly burlap sack is at your feet.

>Feeling idly destructive, you kick it. It doesn't go very far.

>A dirty brown Stetson falls out of it.

>That's right. Farmpone comes with hat accessory.

>You pick it up. It feels like felt or something. You're not a hat expert.

>It's not all that crumpled, actually. It looked worse when AJ was sitting on it.

>Sure is dirty, though.

 

 

 

>> []  Anonymous  01/18/14(Sat)18:27 No.15756681

 

>>15754905 (You)

This story is really good and is making my day alot better btw. Thank you.

 

Clean the hat as best as you can then go back into your room and put the hat on her head as a sign of affection. If she doesn't say anything, go back to the old plan and give her breathing room.

 

 

 

>> []  Anonymous  01/18/14(Sat)20:11 No.15758821

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>>15756681

>Suddenly, idea: wash the hat.

>Brilliant! How could this plan possibly go wrong?

>If only you were well-versed in the subtleties of professional hat ownership and maintenance.

>Come on, Anon, a fedora-wearing autist would have this shit under wraps. Step up your game.

>You check under the brim for any possible of those washing instruction labels.

>Nope, looks like ponies aren't industrious enough to mass produce stuff like this.

>Hmm.

>Internet it is, then.

>Computer's currently sharing a room with the recently bereaved Applebutt, so you retrieve your smartphone.

>Thank god for 2014, huh?

>The Stetson website seems to be a crock of shit, but...

>Aha, about.com, always got your back in a pinch.

>Blah, blah, cornstarch or talc, several hours, never use liquids.

>Mother of fuck.

>Sounds like a lot of work. Are you really this invested in a background pony?

>Well, it's a real life pony, for one. And it's in your house.

>According to OP, there's a chance of her growing on you if you play your cards right.

>And 4chan machismo aside, the orange one is pretty okay for a pony.

>Beggars can't be choosers.

>You set to work: you're pretty sure you have some cornstarch hidden away in your pantry somewhere...

>

>Fucking there. It's done.

>2 hours isn't several, but the thing looks clean enough, and you got sick of waiting.

>It was a bitch doing backup research on your phone, but something tells you it'll all be worth it.

>And man, it'd better be.

>You give it a final once-over. There are some spots of irreparable wear, but that's probably just because AJ wears this hat all the damn time.

>You admire your handiwork, and let out a long sigh. Showtime.

>At your bedroom door again. It's still slightly ajar, just as you've left it.

>You lean in close and listen.

>No sobbing, just slow breathing, a couple sniffles.

>You knock lightly, announcing your entrance, and then walk in.

>AJ raises her head. Her eyes are pink and a little puffy.

"Hey... I, uh, brought you something."

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/18/14(Sat)20:51 No.15759666

 

>>15758821 (You)

>Applejack's frown doesn't recede, but she rubs her eyes.

>You produce the result of your past few hours.

>Her eyes widen, and her jaw drops as she looks up at the object.

>Immediately, she rises from her prone position up onto her haunches.

>You step forward, close enough to reach her, but not enough to spook.

>You hold out the hat to her, and give her whatever your face thinks passes for a smile.

>"Tha... that's my... my hat..."

>Applepone stretches out of a hoof slowly, eyes shifting from you to the hat and back.

"Yeah. It was a little dirty, so I polished it up a bit."

>"I... I don't..."

>She takes the Stetson in her hoof, and you retract your hand.

>Her eyes inspect it carefully, and once satisfied, she presses it to her chest.

>"I... Thank you."

>Her eyes are welling up again, but she's showing a hint of a smile.

>You step closer, sitting down on the bed.

"You're welcome. It's nothing."

>After a long time, she finally places the hat on her head, and quietly thanks you again.

>"Say, uh, what's your name?"

"I'm Anonymous. Call me Anon."

>"Anon... You don't know what this hat means to me..."

>Applejack clambers back up onto the bed.

>"I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier. I just... I'm scared. I have no idea where I am, or how to get home. I keep expecting to wake up, like this'll all be a nightmare. But it feels too real."

>She's pawing at something on your carpet idly as she says this.

>All of a sudden, you have hooves draped around your shoulders, and a trembling chest rubbing up against your side.

>You wait for her to say something, some kind of explanation for the sudden trust, but she just starts crying again.

>Gingerly, you raise your own arms and hug the orange pony back. Not too tight, but just kind of resting there.

>Parts of her fur feel matted, and she's all cold.

>You must be really warm to her, then. The thought makes you smile.

>The two of you sit like that for a long time. You catch yourself idly stroking her back.

 

how do we proceed /mlp/

 

 

 

>> []  Anonymous  01/18/14(Sat)20:53 No.15759716

 

>>15759666 (You)

>satan trips

 

I guess we ask her if she needs anything or wants to be left alone some more? She probably doesn't but its worth a shot.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/18/14(Sat)21:01 No.15759858

 

>>15759666 (You)

Never stop writing

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/18/14(Sat)21:06 No.15759948

 

>>15759666 (You)

Offer her the chance to clean herself up again. Run some hot water for a bath

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/18/14(Sat)22:50 No.15762000

 

>>15759716

>>15759948

>Reluctantly, you pull yourself out of the hug. Applebutt sits back on her haunches.

>She looks at you with wide eyes, and then off to the side. You get the feeling she's blushing.

>"Ah, I'm sorry. I just... I needed that."

"Please, uh, nothing to be sorry about."

>You put your hands on her... shoulders? Withers? Sides?

>You put your hands on AJ, as though to steady her.

"Let me help you get cleaned up. You're cold, you're scared half to death, and you're probably tired. And if you don't mind me saying, your mane's a mess."

>Applejack lets out a weak chuckle, before looking back at you.

>"Hah... I appreciate your honesty."

"Once you're all freshened up, we can get on the same page and see how to proceed from there."

>"That's mighty kind of you, Anon."

>You get up off the bed, and lead the way into the bathroom.

>It's weird to hear that 4-beat pattern of a walking horse beat against the carpet behind you. Rhythmic, if given enough time to hear it in action.

>You stop by the linen closet and grab a fresh towel. Then, comparing it to AJ's size, you grab another, just in case. You don't know how efficient this cleaning business will be with all that fur.

>She barely notices the pause, she's too busy taking in the sights of your house.

>It shouldn't be all that different from pony houses, but whatever.

>Maybe it's because it's so big.

>You enter your bathroom. It's one of those shower-in-a-bathtub deals, so you ask whether your little pony would prefer a shower or a bath.

>"A bath, actually, if it ain't too much trouble."

>Bath it is.

>A shower might've been fun, though, if you had one of those detachable showerheads and couldn't handle it herself.

>But again, cart before horse. You set the water running, and bend down to retrieve some extra shampoo from under the sink..

>Oh, hey, what's this?

>You have some bubble bath stuff in here.

 

are you thinking what i'm thinking, /mlp/

(calling it quits early tonight, i got sidetracked. more tomorrow...)

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/18/14(Sat)22:53 No.15762046

 

>>15762000 (You)

>if you had one of those detachable showerheads and couldn't handle it herself.

>forgot the word 'she'

i am ashamed

brb committing sudoku

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/19/14(Sun)18:07 No.15777487

 

>>15762000 (You)

>You can't keep from grinning once the idea takes root in your head.

>Applejack quickly takes note and asks what's up.

"Oh, nothing. I just, ah, remembered a funny joke."

>You toss the bubblestuff into the running bath and soon enough, there's a slowly growing pile of bubbles building up on the rising surface.

>Applejack is staring at it intently.

"Don't worry, that's just the soap. You can go ahead and climb right on in, let me know if it's too cold or anything. I'm just going to bring myself a chair or something to sit on."

>AJ stops, two right hooves in midair over the side of the tub.

>"You're going to watch me bathe?"

>Shit, is that a problem?

"Uh, y-yeah?"

>You'd kinda started mentally treating AJ like a gradeschooler, and babysitting instincts told you to watch the bath in case something was to happen.

>Well, first and foremost those instincts told you never to run baths with other people's kids, but either way, this was how you played your hand.

>Now quick quick quick make up an excuse!

"Well, um... all of the bathroom stuff here is designed for humans, so... so I was going to stick around in case you needed any help?"

>She looks at you like she's not really buying it.

"Like, how were you planning to scrub yourself, for example?"

>"S-scrub myself?"

>Hah, caught her off guard.

>You point wordlessly to your loofah, hanging on a suction cup hook affixed to one of the tiles.

>"Oh..."

>Applehat blushes a little, and slowly resumes climbing into the tub.

>You depart for your chair, walking becoming speedwalking as soon as you're out of AJ's line of sight.

>Chair, chair, chair. You have a folding chair somewhere, you know it.

>You grab the chair and race back to the bathroom.

>"Hey, uh, are there supposed to be this many bubbles?"

>You are greeted by Applejack's head floating over a mountain of foam.

"Yes. Absolutely."

>You can't withhold your mirth this time, and AJ takes notice.

>"Here, hold my hat."

>Something brown promptly hits you in the face.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/19/14(Sun)19:10 No.15778889

 

sorry for the delays, you guys aren't my only commitment

 

>>15777487 (You)

>Applejack chuckles a little as you recoil, but rolls her eyes when she sees you still haven't gotten rid of your shit-eating grin.

>You unfold your chair and sit down, watching her contend with the foam.

>Okay, so you might've thrown in a bit too much.

>You hang the hat on a towel hook above you and lean back.

>Clearly not a pony to dawdle, she soon starts going through the motions of cleaning herself.

>It's almost mesmerizing to see how much dexterity is packed into those hooves.

>She's managing the loofah pretty well, even.

>You zone out for a bit, but Applejack's gaze drifts over to you and you snap out of it.

>Neither of you says anything for what felt like a solid minute, and the air is tense.

"So, uh... what do ponies eat?"

>"Hmm? Oh, uh... Hay and such, I guess."

>Bullet dodged.

>"Do humans not eat that?"

"Oh, ew, no."

>"What's so 'ew' about hay?"

"...I don't know, we just don't eat it, I guess."

>"Hay is basically a staple food! You can have yourself some fruits and breads and pies and things, but hay is the workhorse of your diet."

"Not in humans, it isn't."

>"What do humans eat, then?"

>A voice in the back of your head tells you the conversation can go nowhere good after this, but you continue.

"Well, first of all we're omnivores."

>"Omnivores? Ain't that like, bears and st--"

>Her eyes widen. It's not the understanding kind of widening. More like the fearful kind.

>"You eat meat, then?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess... I mean, not all of us. Like, some people are vegetarians, by choice..."

>"Are you a vegetarian?"

>No.

"...Not really, no."

>Applebutt has slowed her cleaning to a near-stop.

"I don't plan on eating you, though!"

>"You eat horses?!"

"No! Well, yes, some humans eat horses... I mean, I don't, but..."

>Fuckity fuck fuck fuck

>Applejack's eyes upgrade from saucers to almost dinner plates.

"Look, uh... Jeez, it's complicated..."

>"Anon..."

 

we seem to have hit a rough patch, /mlp/

what do

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/19/14(Sun)19:39 No.15779623

 

>>15778889 (You)

First off, no one is going to eat you, not me nor anyone else I can assure you of that. You are perfectly safe here. Secondly horses are not usually considered viable for food, they are more common as a beast of labor or a farm animal. Thirdly, yes we eat meat, but for the same reasons that bears and such do. We require the proteins to survive.

 

I have no idea what I'm typing.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/19/14(Sun)19:43 No.15779720

 

>>15778889 (You)

explain that most creatures on earth aren't intelligent andt that horses are respected in most parts of the world

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/19/14(Sun)20:05 No.15780233

 

>>15779623

>>15779720

>Think, Anon, think.

>You've talked yourself out of deeper holes before.

>Why are you cracking now that it's a little pony putting on the pressure?

>Think think think.

>AJ looks like a deer caught in headlights.

>Oh, you're sweating, too.

>She's probably going to take that as though she figured out your dastardly plan to clean her up and then eat her.

>Fuuuuuuuuck.

>Come on, biology trivia. Don't fail now, when you're needed the most.

"HORSES ARE NOT USUALLY CONSIDERED VIABLE FOR FOOD."

>AJ stops fidgeting, and just stares, slack-jawed.

>You think you maybe have said that louder than you first thought you did.

"Look, first off, nobody is going to eat you. I personally wouldn't do such a thing on principle. You're perfectly safe."

>AJ nods quickly, but it's probably more out of fear than understanding.

"See, we humans use horses for, like, labour and stuff. Riding, pulling carriages, carrying things. Not eating."

>"But you said..."

"Forget that. Horses aren't animals that civilized people eat. Just like dogs, cats, and other animals. When we keep them as pets, it's as pets, not as food."

>You're getting a little worked up, but AJ's not as tense anymore. Confused, maybe, but you're off red alert.

"And another important note to make here: animals aren't very intelligent here. You have, like, talking cows and shit back in Equestria, right? And even with some other big animals that don't talk, you can kinda understand them, right?"

>"Yeah, bu--wait, how do you know about that?"

"Not important. I'll explain later. Anyway, here on Earth, that's not a thing. The closest we have to high animal intelligence is, like, dolphins, apes, raccoons sometimes. Nothing talks, and it's very rare that a species ever comes close."

>AJ nods again, but slower now.

"We humans quite a bit of protein to survive. I could talk your ear off all day, but just, please, for the time being, don't ask, don't tell. You ain't in Kansas anymore."

>"Mm-hmm."

>Silence again.

>"What's a Kansas?"

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/19/14(Sun)20:13 No.15780394

 

>>15780233 (You)

Tell her it's irrelevant for now, but you'll show her "The Wizard of Oz" after the bath. We can't have Applejack being filthy, can we?

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/19/14(Sun)20:45 No.15781068

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>>15780394

"It's a place. I made a cultural reference. Don't worry about it."

>"Okay."

"The point is, you're safe, and for reasons I'll explain later I'm going to be going out of my way to make sure of that."

>You receive a non-committal "hmm" in response. AJ returns to cleaning herself, with more frequent glances at you than before.

>Man, what a goddamn train wreck that was.

>After the hug thing and the bubbles thing, you thought the OP's promise might've already been kicking in.

>How much power does that thing hold, anyway?

>You whip out your smartphone to check the thread.

>As your app starts up and the internet loads, you hear AJ ask, "What's that?"

"Smartphone."

>Anticipating the next question, you continue.

"Handheld device that delivers information by sending signals through the air."

>Another short pause, while she processes what you just said.

"No, I don't know how it does it. It's the product of decades of human collaboration, I'm not smart enough."

>"...I see."

>She resumes scrubbing. You're kinda mad at yourself for suddenly getting all cold on her, but you have some important research to get to.

>...Hey, where'd the thread go? It was just there!

>Did nobody seriously bump that piece of shit?

>There were like two writefags! You were only gone for three hours!

>Damn, /mlp/ moves fast these days.

>Maybe it's still up on your desktop. You'll have to check.

>You give a long, drawn out sigh.

>AJ, still scrubbing away, looks at you out of the corner of her eye.

>You put away your smartphone and inhale deeply.

"Look, I--I'm sorry I lost my cool there."

>Silence.

"I'm just... not smart enough to explain everything off the top of my head. There's too much."

>"...Don't sweat it, Anon. I'm not the brightest pony, either."

>"...You're alright, you know that?"

"Thanks, Applejack."

>Another minute of quiet scrubbing.

>"Say, Anon, I hate to be a bother..."

"What is it?"

>"Could you, uh, help me get my back right here? I can't reach."

 

are you a bad enough dude, /mlp/?

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/19/14(Sun)20:50 No.15781198

 

>>15781068 (You)

Do as the apple pony say, who knows, it might be... Interesting to see her reaction.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/19/14(Sun)20:50 No.15781205

 

>>15781068 (You)

You scrub that ponies back like no back has ever been scrubbed before. Just don't look down.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/19/14(Sun)20:54 No.15781288

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>>15781068 (You)

Get scrubbing, then. And while your at it, ask her about her cutie mark. That'll be a good way to get her to relax a bit more.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/19/14(Sun)21:34 No.15782134

 

>>15781205

>>15781288

>Applejack looks over her shoulder at you, with an expression like she's sorry to be inconveniencing you.

>The smart part inside of you that likes to come up with snarky and lewd comments can't help but cackle gleefully.

"Oh, of course. No problem."

>You pull your chair up closer to the tub, and AJ turns a little so as to expose her back to you.

>Most of the bubbly Himalayan mountains have dissipated, and those molehills of foam that remain have been corralled over on the other side of the tub.

>There are enough breaks in the white surface for you to make out the shape of AJ's back and croup, all the way down to her tail.

>Your extended hand receives a soapy loofah, and you set about your work.

>You start lightly, and slowly apply pressure as you proceed.

>As you work, you gaze.

>Behind the water-darkened fur you can make out toned shoulders and a lean but powerful back.

>Her flank must be just as toned. Hnngh.

>"Yeah, right there. Theeeeere we go," Applejack said as you got to the spot she'd been referring to.

>It wasn't a sexual comment, but as you continued, she gave out a quiet sigh, and you felt some involuntary tumescence in your pants.

>'Grow up, boner, we'll never score if you keep this up,' you think.

>You finish cleaning the spot, and start to give the scrubber back to Applehat.

>"You know what, Anon? While you're there, could you do the rest of my back?"

>Oh?

>You start to expand your cleaning radius, getting more of her lean back in.

>Unfortunately, it doesn't take you long to finish up the area, and you reach the water level.

>As with the hat, you're proud of your thorough cleaning of something you've never before touched, but it saddens you a little to think you'll have to hand back the loofah in a moment.

>"Here, Anon, I'll scoot up a bit so you can reach lower."

>Applejack shuffles about, rises a little, and then sits her rump on the edge of the tub.

 

lord don't tempt me *bites knuckles*

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/19/14(Sun)21:53 No.15782511

 

>>15782134 (You)

Steer clear of her ladybits.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/19/14(Sun)21:55 No.15782554

 

>>15782134 (You)

Needs more flustered Anon and playful teasing AJ.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/19/14(Sun)21:57 No.15782610

 

>>15782134 (You)

She's obviously testing her dominance, so I say we [spoiler]do everything she says.[/spoiler]

 

 

 

>> []  Anonymous  01/19/14(Sun)22:31 No.15783372

 

>>15782554

>>15782610

>Sweet Celestia, that's a rump.

>You've seen some clop in your day. Plenty of amazing artists out there that take ponies and put dicks and butts on them.

>But this is almost surreal.

>AJ's dripping ass is propped up against the rim of a bathtub in front of you.

>Her tail is slick and wet, exploding from the base of her spine in a smooth bundle of yellow honey, bending around and leading back into the tub beside her.

>The infamous three-apple cutie mark is literally within arm's reach.

>Wait wait wait shit quit staring she's going to think you're a weirdo.

>No don't just throw your arms on her and start washing, she'll notice that you're trying to cover something up.

>There we go, that's it, start slowly. Attaboy, Anon.

>You bring your other arm up to your brow, and wipe up some sweat that you know has to be there.

>Whoa buddy, you're getting a little to vigorous with your hand there, better tone i--

>"Oh, yeah, that's the spot, Anon."

>For the love of all that is holy keep scrubbing just like that

>If only 4chan could see you now. Living the horsefucker's dream, barely able to keep your cool.

>Come on, Anon, you can't let something as trivial as applerump throw you off your game.

>You're down near the base of her spine. The croup, it's called, you think.

>Dangerously close to ass territory.

>And now the 64 dollar question: do you risk going for the ass?

>On the one hand, you could be copping a feel of what might just be the world's only pair of pony cheeks.

>On the other, you could easily be fucked up and down into next Tuesday if you have another close call with this mare.

>She's been through quite a bit today, and sexual harassment isn't something to add to that list.

>Risk it?

>You're reaching the end of the line, here.

>Left cheek imminent.

>Time slows.

>You brush over the highest bit of her rump.

>IT JIGGLES JUST A LITTLE BIT

>"That's perfect, thanks for your help, Anon. I can take it from here."

>In a daze, you return the loofah to AJ.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/19/14(Sun)22:35 No.15783445

 

>>15783372 (You)

MOAR

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/19/14(Sun)22:55 No.15783923

 

>>15783372 (You)

>"You alright there, Anon?"

>It strikes you that you haven't yet moved from your spot right up against the tub.

>Applebutt has already started cleaning the parts of herself she could more easily access. Legs, in particular.

"Oh, uh... yeah, I'm fine."

>She looks at you.

>Quick quick say something not stupid.

"Your cutie mark is cool."

>Hey, buddy, the operative words were 'not stupid' and not 'say something'.

>"Hmm? How do you figure? It's just a bunch of apples."

"Well, it's like, the fur there is straight up a different colour. It just changes from orange into that pattern."

>She bends around to look at her flank.

>"Yeah, I guess it does."

>Alright, that was, admittedly, a nice save.

>"You humans must not have anything like that, huh?"

"Not really, no. We have tattoos, which is basically like we inject permanent ink into our skin, but nothing related to our destinies or anything."

>"So you guys pretend to have your own cutie marks, then?"

>AJ smirks at you over her shoulder.

>You're about to respond, but suddenly her yellow tail flicks up and splashes some water on you on its way over.

"Hey!"

>"Oh, I'm just teasin'. Ponies as a race are pretty special with the whole cutie mark thing."

>She readjusts herself, and then dips back down into the water to get all the suds off.

>"If you want, I can tell you the story of how I got mine sometime."

>Images from the cutie mark episode float into your head as she stands back up.

"I... I'd like that."

>Applejack smiles at you, but the smile quickly fades. You guess that she's probably thinking of her friends.

"You alright?"

>"Y-yeah. I'm fine."

>She shakes a little.

>"Can I get a towel? I think I'm about done here."

>You nod and grab one of the fresh towels from the hook.

>AJ steps out of the tub and begins to dry herself off as you unplug the water.

"So, we never finished the discussion earlier."

>"Hmm?"

"What do ponies eat?"

>Right on cue, AJ's stomach rumbles.

 

think she'll be okay with a light salad?

 

 

 

>> [] Iamodd !YpNb7Wi76c  01/19/14(Sun)23:00 No.15784014

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>>15783923 (You)

You know what she wants

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/19/14(Sun)23:05 No.15784135

 

>>15783923 (You)

This is just as good if not better than the many Human meets pony fan fics I have read.

 

A small salad should work out nice. If you have any fruits they'd be great too.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/19/14(Sun)23:11 No.15784274

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>>15783923 (You)

She's the fucking apple pony, give her some fucking apples on the side. It'll subconsciously put her at ease. If she asks about it, say you made a wild guess based on her ass.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/20/14(Mon)00:03 No.15785450

 

>>15784135

>>15784274

>The two of you share a light chuckle as you help the mare wrangle your towel.

>You can't quite figure out how to bundle up AJ's mane into that sort of towel turban thing that you always see women wear.

>But you do manage to get the second towel around AJ's tail, to stop that from dripping all over the place.

>It's a lot larger when unfurled, which is probably why she keeps it tied up in a ponytail all the time.

>Regretfully, you don't have a hair dryer, because you don't typically keep hair around that takes that long to dry after a good towelling off.

>You apologize profusely to AJ, but she shrugs it off.

>"It's fine, Anon. Way it looks to me, y'all are already showing more than a smidge of good hospitality."

>The comment is reassuring. You seem to be on well enough terms with Applebutt after that steamy bathroom debacle.

>You simultaneously walk and clip-clop over to the kitchen.

"So, I don't have all that much food right now, because I was planning on going grocery shopping tomorrow."

>"Which is Saturday, if I've been paying attention."

"Right."

>You open your fridge. Everything is as it was four hours ago.

"Are you okay with a quick salad?"

>"How much is there?"

"An entree's worth? I wasn't expecting a horse over for dinner."

>"Do you have anything else?"

"Nothing big. Out of fruit, and that carrot I was offering you earlier was my last one."

>Applejack's spirits seemed to sink when she realized you had no apples.

"I'll get some tomorrow."

>"Some what?"

"Apples."

>AJ chortled loudly.

>"Am I that obvious?"

"We can bake something nice out of 'em, too."

>"Heh."

>You pull the ingredients out of the fridge, as well as your thawed out chicken.

"You won't mind if I have this, right?"

>"The chicken?"

"Yeah."

>Applejack made a sour face.

>"I... I'll be alright. It's already dead anyway."

>Wordlessly, you pull out a couple of cutting boards and a bowl. You start preparing the meat first, and make a show of washing your hands before doing the salad.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/20/14(Mon)00:10 No.15785592

 

>>15785450 (You)

Well, not much of a decision to make, here. I guess you could strike up some dinner conversation while you're eating, though it might get awkward because this is her first time seeing someone eat meat.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/20/14(Mon)00:20 No.15785807

 

>>15785450 (You)

Fry that chicken anon

Get that shit nice and crispy

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/20/14(Mon)00:33 No.15786059

 

>>15785450 (You)

>You toss some rice in a pot and add water, setting it on your stove.

>"Anything I can help with?"

>Probably don't want to give her anything related to the chicken.

"Uh, can you reach the counter? It'd help if you can finish up the salad."

>You put a large pan on the stovetop, heat on high.

>"Nope, not comfortably, I'm afraid."

>Drizzle some oil in the pan.

>"If you could move all this to the table, though..."

"No problem."

>You clear some space, and move the bowl and all the cutting stuff over.

"You are okay with knives, right?"

>"These are a little big, but I can handle it."

>Applejack grabs one between her teeth.

>"Hee? Hih oh kek."

>She starts making some surprisingly precise cuts in the tomatoes.

"That must take practice."

>"Hu-huh."

>You chuckle a little at her nonchalance.

>Pan's hot, so you throw the chicken in. It makes a satisfying sizzle as it lands on the metal.

>You see AJ's ears perk up at the sound, and her brow furrows.

"Sorry."

>"Ihh haing."

>It doesn't look fine.

>You stir the pieces around a little, the searing meat letting out fresh sizzles.

>Now you have a moment to get some sauce out. Butter chicken.

>AJ doesn't ask, she's too focused on cutting the vegetables. Or on not paying attention to the meat.

>This song and dance continues for the fiveish minutes it takes to sear the chicken right.

>You pour in the jar of sauce and finally lid the pan.

>Both of you breathe a sigh of relief, though probably for different reasons.

>

>You spent the rest of the time in the kitchen eating and discussing dietary concerns, and you make a mental list of what foods to get extra of.

>Though ponies still prefer things like hay, they can essentially live off of a standard vegetarian diet.

>Surprisingly to you, they consume milk and eggs and things like that.

>

>AJ finishes a mouthful of salad and speaks up.

>"So, Anon."

"Hmm."

>"How do you know so much about Equestria?"

>Here we go.

 

you knew this was coming

(signing off for tonight, more again tomorrow)

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/20/14(Mon)00:43 No.15786263

 

>>15786059

by the way

i'd like to give a shout out to every autist responsible for http://mlp.wikia.com/wiki/Food_and_beverage

you've made things that much easier on me tonight

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/20/14(Mon)00:43 No.15786266

 

>>15786059

Something along the lines of "Some of us humans tell stories about Equestria" would probably work.

 

And of course we'll try to keep the thread bumped.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/20/14(Mon)00:51 No.15786427

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>>15786059

Fuck you, anon, you magnificent bastard. With this, I shall begin the bumpining.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/20/14(Mon)00:55 No.15786506

 

>>15786059

>equestria is lore in our world, chronicles of a world we never imagined could have existed, but it seems that the inspiration for our lore came from your world

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/20/14(Mon)01:46 No.15787673

File: 1390200392462.png-(388 KB, 1024x1024, 1389205668277.png)

 

>>15786059

Thank you, you are doing gods work Anon

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/20/14(Mon)02:16 No.15788345

 

>>15786059

Maybe you can just come clean with the whole "MLP is a show" thing

This AJ seems hardy, she sounds like she could take it if you word it right

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/20/14(Mon)03:00 No.15789235

 

Someone please keep this alive, I need to know what happens with applejack

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/20/14(Mon)10:58 No.15793473Replies: >>15794263 >>15800060

File: 1390233505873.jpg-(1.44 MB, 3264x2448, 20140120_095023.jpg)

 

>tfw not Drawfag

 

Sorry if u cant see.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/20/14(Mon)11:19 No.15793698

 

Bump in anticipation of some hot sweaty applebucking

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/20/14(Mon)18:02 No.15800060

File: 1390258959587.jpg-(134 KB, 500x502, it's-raining.jpg)

 

>>15793473

>drawing fanart

>for little old me

i can't write in these weather conditions, anon

(more applesack is incoming, stay tuned)

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/20/14(Mon)18:08 No.15800160

File: 1390259284371.gif-(12 KB, 250x242, You could never understand.gif)

 

>>15800060 (You)

ITS STARTING

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/20/14(Mon)18:56 No.15801085

File: 1390262192711.png-(136 KB, 1121x602, 4its_happening.png)

 

>>15786266

>>15788345

>You knew you couldn't dodge this question forever.

>You finish your bite of chicken and rice as you set down your fork.

"I don't know if this is a suppertime conversation, Applejack."

>"What do you mean?"

"It could be a lot to digest."

>Shitty puns? At a time like this?

>You just can't control yourself, can you, Anon.

>"No, I want to hear it now."

"The truth?"

>"Yes."

"You're not going to believe it."

>AJ rolls her eyes.

>"I'm beyond disbelief at this point."

>Well, here goes nothing.

"Equestria is the fictional setting of an animated cartoon called 'My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic'."

>Her brow furrows, and she takes a minute to process what you've said.

>"...What?"

"You're a fictional character in a televised show, created by a woman called Lauren Faust."

>She grows more incredulous. The expression on her face is vaguely familiar.

>Ah, yes, that scene where she deterred Pinkie from entering the barn in Party of One. One of those expressions.

"The day-to-day exploits of you and your five best friends--Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, etc--are broadcast weekly on another, larger, content delivery device."

>You pull out your smartphone to emphasize the point.

>"Fictional? No no no, that's... that's not possible."

>Applejack shakes her head, having none of it.

>Come on, Anon, there's got be a way to prove it...

>Aha.

"I'm telling the truth. I Pinkie Promise."

>AJ gasps.

"Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye."

>You bring up your right fist and press it to your eye, for emphasis.

>She slumps back in her chair.

>(Lyra fanboys everywhere cream themselves.)

>"How could you..."

>"That's not..."

"I really don't know how else to break it to you."

>"I don't really understand."

>You try not to sigh loudly.

>You take AJ's hoof before she has time to object, and pull her to her hooves.

>She follows you into your room.

>Unsleep desktop.

>Pone thread is there. Note to self, check later.

>Open videos.

>Open S1E3.

>Fingers crossed.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/20/14(Mon)18:56 No.15801091

 

>>15800060 (You)

Aw yeah son

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/20/14(Mon)19:22 No.15801529

 

>>15801085 (You)

>TV Spike is sifting through the apples in TV Twilight's basket. "No. Nope."

>"Thank ya kindly, Twilight, for helping me out," TV Applejack begins.

>Real Applejack gasps, and throws her hooves up to her mouth.

>"I bet Big Macintosh I could get all these Golden Delicious in the barn by lunchtime. If I win, he's going to walk down Stirrup Street in one of Granny's girdles! Heh heh!" laughs TV Applejack.

>"No problem at all, Applejack. I'm glad the goal is lunchtime, all this hard work is making me hungry," says TV Twilight.

>"I know, right?" TV Spike adds.

>Applejack hangs her head.

>You pause the video and turn to her.

"I told you it was a lot to take."

>"I... I remember that bet."

>It's dark in your room, but something on AJ's face catches the light from your monitor, reflecting it in a pinpoint of light.

>Nothing is said for a minute or so. It feels like an hour.

>"A-A-Anon..."

>Uh oh, Applejack is stuttering. Does AJ even have a stutter?

>"How can that be me? I-I'm me, aren't I?"

"I don't know."

>She falls back on her rump suddenly, as though her legs just gave out. The thump gives you a fright, but you're able to keep it together.

>You hear a sniffle.

>Time to take action.

>You climb off your chair and kneel beside the pony, and with no sudden movements take one of her hooves in your hand.

>You stroke its surface with your thumb, intending a gesture of comfort and consolation.

>Applejack's eyes come up to meet your own. They're wet and glossy.

>"I'm not fictional... right?"

>Now. Right now. There's your cue.

>You lean forward and take AJ into a hug. Her hooves don't reciprocate.

"Of course not. You feel real to me."

>AJ's body starts rocking, and you can hear a series of short, quiet exhales.

>Then, the sharp inhale.

"There, there."

>Hot breath makes its way to your neck, and you try stroking Applepone's back with a hand.

>It takes a few cycles, but finally you hear a sob, loud and raw.

 

i think she might be a little sad!

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/20/14(Mon)19:24 No.15801569

 

>>15801085 (You)

I wouldn't have handled it that way. Since she's the down-to-earth type, it would have been better to say something along the lines of

"Here on Earth, you and your friends are part of a story, which I'm sure we're probably a story somewhere in Equestria, too"

Simpler.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/20/14(Mon)19:24 No.15801571

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>>15801085 (You)

She'll be thrown into shock at the revelation that her entire life is completely fiction, explain to her that reality is relative to the confines of it's existence, just because equestria is a work of fiction in your world, does not make her life any less real considering the fact that she is now IN your world. It could even stand to reason that your world is a work of fiction to even stranger beings than yourself.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/20/14(Mon)20:18 No.15802656

 

>>15801569

>>15801571

>The sobs died down, and you realized that you'd started to slowly rock the two of you back and forth.

>You spend a while trying to figure out what you could possibly say next, to break the ice.

"I can only imagine how scared you must be."

>AJ rubs her chin on your shoulder, and smudges some tears on your neck.

>"The one thing I've always been sure of is that I've been standing on solid ground."

>Sensing she had more to say, you resist the urge to prod her along, and wait for her to be ready to say it herself.

>"You could plant a tree, or build a house, and if you used a good foundation, you could be sure that the tree would grow. That the house would stand."

>"But I don't know where I can stand anymore. Know what I mean, Anon?"

>The tragedy is not lost on you.

"I can't tell you what reality is, where you can find more solid ground. I'd probably be as shaken as you are if I found out that my life happened on someone else's TV, in someone else's novel. But..."

>Applejack coughs into your shoulder, and follows it up with a sniffle.

>But what?

"But you're here in front of me, and I can't deny your experiences."

>What does that even mean. Stop talking before you fuck this up worse.

"Those pictures on that screen there? That's all they are to us, pictures. But they're living their own reality that they're in."

>How would this even help, you're not saying anything constructive or remotely useful.

"It's like, you know when you read a good book, and you get right into it? You're being immersed in that reality, having a piece of it. That's the magic that writers make."

"And your being here in front of me right now is no different. You're a part of a reality, just by being, and that makes you real, I guess."

>You silently apologize to nobody in particular for unloading that inarticulate nonsense on AJ, in the hopes that she'd glean something from it.

>AJ isn't saying anything.

 

anon doesn't sound too bright

how can we take AJ's mind off of things

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/20/14(Mon)20:26 No.15802803

File: 1390267592931.jpg-(178 KB, 640x480, 1383194871265.jpg)

[editor's note: "Shit, man, I don't know / I'm just a fucking dog"]

 

>>15802656 (You)

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/20/14(Mon)20:37 No.15802986

 

>>15802656 (You)

Ask her "You're here with me, right now, right?"

then declare "That proves you're real, as real as me!"

All those trees you planted, all those barns you've raised, those are real too, you are living proof that all of Equestria is real, that you stand on solid ground both in Equestria and my world.

 

Ask her to help you plant a tree.

 

 

 

>> [] shit art  Anonymous  01/20/14(Mon)22:48 No.15805727

 

Fuck this postin the picture on imgur. (Le reddit ecks dee)

 

http://imgur.com/5YE6HwD

 

>tfw trench coat man ruined the picture.

>tfw font

>tfw suck at drawing humans

 

I wish I planned this picture out and had my tablet. Sorry if you dont like it Anon, good night.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/20/14(Mon)23:47 No.15806898

 

Can we meet somewhere in the middle, OP? Option 1, but instead of going there as a human male, could I go there as a mare who appears out of nowhere? Or option 2, but I'm sent as a mare to a random Anon, but with all of my current memories? [spoiler]Yes, I'm a faggot, what of it? Yes I'd pick option 2.[/spoiler]

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/20/14(Mon)23:58 No.15807107

 

>>15806898

>option 2, but I'm sent as a mare to a random Anon, but with all of my current memories?

 

This would be interesting. Writefag worthy, even.

[spoiler]Still want to see moar AJ/anon though[/spoiler]

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/21/14(Tue)00:05 No.15807271

 

>>15807107

Someone should write something involving this. Could be "interesting" to read.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/21/14(Tue)00:09 No.15807384

 

>>15802656

hey anon, just wanted to say your shit's fucking cash, keep up the good work.

 

Also you can take her mind off of it with a [spoiler]kiss :3[/spoiler]

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/21/14(Tue)00:12 No.15807449

 

I wonder how AJ would react if Anon [spoiler]took off all his clothes. I mean, ponies only wear clothes for decoration, so how would she know humans are supposed to wear clothes all the time?[/spoiler]

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/21/14(Tue)02:20 No.15809689

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>>15805727

The fucking chicken drumstick on a fork

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/21/14(Tue)17:33 No.15818903

 

>>15802986

>>15807384

>Did it work?

>Is it working?

>It's not working, is it?

>Man, just, fuck OP. What a piece of shit, tearing Applepone out of the fabric of Equestrian reality to watch you struggle with her.

>You had a vague idea of the consequences, but you weren't prepared for this.

>Fuck, that was a terrible show reference. Why'd they even give Twilight that musical number?

>Ugh, Twilight. Does she and rest of Ponyville miss AJ, too?

>Fuuuuuuuuck.

>The extent of your damage dawns on you.

>Your gut feels like splitting in two and crawling as far away as possible from the situation.

>You don't feel like crying, just kinda hollow. Disgusted with yourself.

>No, wait, scratch that, you've got a sniffle coming on.

>You let it happen. Your eyes get a little stingy and a little hot.

>Your arms start to ache and you notice how tightly you've been hugging Applejack, so you let go and pull her out to about arm's length.

>She's still hanging her head.

"Hey, Applejack, look at me."

>You take one hand off her shoulder and use it to raise her chin up.

>Her eyelids reveal shiny orbs, large black pupils framed by rings of emerald glass.

>They scrutinize your face, and the expectant gaze reminds you that you haven't actually thought out what you were going to do next.

>Say something clever, something stoic?

>Be a sly motherfucker and kiss her?

>There were so many options. Hundreds flicked by in your head, possible futures branching out like cracks in a sheet of ice.

>Instead of any of those, you of course do the lamest thing possible.

"Boop."

>You raise your finger and boop her on the nose.

>Applebutt flinches, and blinks once.

"Felt pretty real to me."

>It begins in her nose, short bursts of air coming out in rapid succession.

>Her mouth opens, and a snicker turns into a guffaw turns into a full throaty laugh.

>It's contagious, and you join AJ in giggling at your attempt at lightening the mood.

>"Thanks."

>You respond with a toothy grin.

 

crisis averted probably

what next?

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/21/14(Tue)17:44 No.15819195

 

>>15818903 (You)

Have we decided on sleep arrangements yet? It's gotta be getting pretty late at anons house.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/21/14(Tue)17:46 No.15819243

 

>>15818903 (You)

 

>rape

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/21/14(Tue)17:46 No.15819250

 

>>15818903 (You)

>what next?

Try to distract her from the whole "my life is a TV show" thing by dunno. Show her some human stuff?

She was interested by your phone wasn't she?

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/21/14(Tue)17:48 No.15819303

 

>>15819250

I like this. Just make sure your phone doesn't have pone stuff on it.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/21/14(Tue)17:51 No.15819354

 

>>15819303

And make sure your phone doesn't work on slowdroid

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/21/14(Tue)17:57 No.15819476

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You could try to introduce her to our lord and savior, Richard Stallman.

 

 

 

>> [] meh  Anonymous ([email protected])  01/21/14(Tue)18:11 No.15819801

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>what next?

Maybe show her like a board game or something? Introduce her to something interesting you have laying around? then once you've shown her you could excuse yourself and go make up like a bed for her or something? a spare bedroom?

>If you have one

Let her use your room, and sleep on the couch? Ideas, ideas everywhere.

 

 

 

>> []  Anonymous  01/21/14(Tue)20:38 No.15823085

 

>>15819195

>>15819250

"Come on, we left dinner in the kitchen."

>You help AJ to her hooves, and she gives you yet another quiet thank you.

>You hit the off button on your desktop monitor before leaving, as an extra layer of precaution.

>Applejack takes point on the way to the kitchen. You get a nice view of her rump the whole way.

>Mm-mmm. Having that for dinner wouldn't be bad either.

>Nothing's changed in the kitchen.

>AJ sits in her chair and doesn't wait for you to do the same before finishing her salad.

>You notice as you sit down that she's barely touched her apple juice.

"Is something wrong with the juice?"

>"Huh? Oh. Uh."

>She squirms in her seat a little, looking off to the side.

"I didn't make it or anything, I won't be offended. I'm just curious: I thought you liked apples?"

>"Yeah, I s'pose I do, but this stuff is all wrong."

"How so?"

>"It's too watery, for one thing. And there's sure as sugar more than just apples in there. Like some kind of icky sweetness."

>You grab the nearly empty carton, and quickly scan it for the ingredients list.

>Ah, there it is. Man, that's pretty long for juice.

>These chemical names meant very little to you but some of them sound like the could be sweeteners?

"Yeah, I think they used a sweetener."

>"I thought so."

"I'll see if I can't get some better stuff at the store tomorrow."

>"Mmm."

>The two of you return to eating.

>You finish your plate first, and go to give it a rinse.

>"Say, Anon? Can you tell me some more about those doohickeys you use?"

"Doohickeys?"

>"Like the smart-whatever you have in your pocket, and the big one in the bedroom. You said something about 'content delivery', I think?"

"Ah."

>Now there's an interesting question. Time to see how much you remember about computer history.

"Okay, so there are these things called computers. They're these little machines that, if you give them instructions, they carry it out automatically."

>"How do they do that?"

"Well, you see, it started hundreds of years ago..."

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/21/14(Tue)20:39 No.15823116

 

>>15823012 (You)

Aw yiss, more! You are my hero anon.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/21/14(Tue)20:41 No.15823142

 

>>15823085 (You)

"You know how you can make machines that do stuff like, trigger latches, or spins gears to open things, or whatever, right?"

>"Sure."

"Well, there was this guy--this human--named Babbage, who made a machine that could add and subtract and multiply numbers. It was a pretty big deal in its own right, but he dreamed of a way to take it even further."

>You're starting to get a little excited. Computers are exciting.

"So he said, what if, instead of just building machines that could do some task, you built a machine that could do anything? All this 'anything machine' would need are a precise list of instructions on how to do the thing, and then it would be able to carry it out. You follow?"

>"Ah, I guess?"

>Okay, okay, hit her with an analogy.

"So, like, you could have a big set of tools in your shed--hoe, sickle, broom, mop, and so on--or you could have just one big rod and a bunch of interchangeable heads."

>"...Right."

"And every time you wanted to make a new thing, you wouldn't have to make the whole tool, just the head bit."

>"I suppose."

"Obviously, that's a stupid idea for something like farm tools, because they're really simple things, but these 'anything machines' are a lot more useful because they can handle really complex tasks if they're powerful enough."

>"I follow."

"So anyway, eventually this idea caught on, and these machines came to be known as computers. The lists of instructions are called programs."

>You pull out your phone now.

"My smartphone is a kind of computer, a really tiny one. It's got a screen, so it can show me pictures, and it's also got a bunch of sensors so that I can touch it to tell it what to do."

>"I see."

>She inspects the device in your hand with curious eyes.

>"It looks all clean and solid and small, though. It can't be all that complex."

"Oh, but it is. See, there's actually a lot of tiny parts on the inside."

>You pull off the back cover.

"Well, okay, you can't really see it here, but there's actually..."

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/21/14(Tue)20:57 No.15823515

 

>>15823142 (You)

>You pull up some images of circuitboards and show them to her, explaining that they're these little tiny things that carry electrical impulses around to do stuff.

>You talk a little about electricity and light, making sure not to get out of your (admittedly limited) scientific depth when it gets down to the technical physics of it.

>The topic soon changes to the action behind telephones and cell phones, and how there are invisible radio waves filling up the air carrying information from place to place.

>You talk of the magic of microwaves, and how they can heat up things like food by firing bursts of energy at them.

>You discuss how LCD screens work, how the internet works, automobiles, planes, and more.

>Partway through you bring her to your room so that you can use the desktop for demonstrations.

>You end up giving Applejack a quick rundown of every major technology you can think of for the next couple of hours or so.

>She is absolutely entranced, and the demonstrations you manage to throw together thrill her to no end.

>You'd expected a little more resistance to newness from her, because of her 'simple farmer' type of character, but she remained unfazed.

>Maybe it was that she came from a magical world, so satisfying explanations weren't always readily found, and she just learned to deal with that.

>In either case, she remains wondrous and enthralled.

>You even got her to talk a little about the state of technology in Equestria, though there's not much that wasn't already hinted at by the show, and she admits she isn't all that much of an expert on the tech front.

>You don't press the issue, for fear of striking any more homesick nerves.

>

>As you bring the discussion to a close, you give a long exhale. You haven't talked that enthusiastically for that long in a while.

>Applejack is in a very good mood now, and she's proven to be a lot more inquisitive that you'd taken her to be, from your memories of the show.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/21/14(Tue)22:30 No.15825914

 

>>15823515 (You)

>You choose to ascribe AJ's sudden thirst for knowledge to the fact that she's surrounded by a different world and all its new tech.

>It doesn't really ruin any of your headcanon, so you're not in an hurry to figure anything out.

>Well, okay, an explanation of how the hell Applejack came to be lying on your bed watching a music video on your smartphone would be appreciated, but that conundrum is a little too far beyond you just now.

>The music video ends, and AJ looks up at you. Her eyes are full of wonder.

>"So you humans can just do this for money? Sing songs and then use movie cameras to make movies for them?"

"Video cameras. And yes. You don't even have to do the singing, good musicians can make enough money to pay other people to do it."

>"Heavens to betsy, that's a crazy thought."

>You rise from your chair to retrieve your smartphone. AJ scootches over to let you grab it.

>"Explain to me again why I can't use it with my hooves?"

"Oh, there's some kind of capacitance thing in the touchscreen. It tests to see if the thing touching it is a finger, or similar enough to one."

>"Ah."

"...Wait wait wait hold on."

>You quickly hop back into your desk chair and rummage through a drawer.

>Aha! Your smartphone stylus.

>Shitty trinket you got from your dad for whatever reason. You never got used to using it.

>But it works with capacitance screens.

"Here, try this. Use the black end to touch the screen. Hold it in your mouth and make sure to touch your tongue to the metal part."

>You hand it to Applehat, and she grabs it in her mouth. You hold out your smartphone.

>She successfully draws your unlock pattern on the screen, and your home screen appears.

>"Hmm!" She spits out the stylus. "It works!"

"Alright! See, what's happening is that tongues also work on capacitive screens, and the stylus just transfers that capacitance down to the screen."

>"That's mighty clever."

"You can keep the stylus, I don't really need it."

>You waggle your fingers to emphasize.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/21/14(Tue)23:37 No.15827491

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>>15818903 (You)

For you Anon, good night.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/22/14(Wed)01:32 No.15829935

 

>>15825914 (You)

>AJ's eyes flit from your face to your fingers, then back.

"Actually, wait, better idea."

>Back to your still-open drawer.

>Fish out an old lanyard.

>It's a dull gray-blue, and reads 'Arch Linux' along its length.

>Again, more shitty computer-themed swag from your technophile dad..

>You hook the stylus onto the lanyard using one of those keyring loop things that you have a quadrillion of, and hang it around Applejack's neck.

"There we go."

>You sit back and fold your arms, satisfied with your ability to repurpose junk that you had lying around.

>You weren't going to use it anyway, so why not make something nice?

>AJ looks down at her chest, inspecting her new jewelry. When she looks back at you, she's all smiles.

>"Why, thank you, sugarcube."

>Applejack just called you sugarcube!

>You respond with a modest smile, but on the inside you're as giddy as a schoolgirl.

>You can't say that it was something on your bucket list, but having now experienced it you feel inexplicably happy.

>Take that, /mlp/. You're an official sugarcube. Aww yeah.

>You stand up to stretch. At the same time, Applebutt yawns.

>Man, what time is it? You pull out your smartphone.

>Jesus, it's a quarter after 11. That's not super late, but time sure flew tonight.

>At least you're on pretty good terms with AJ now.

>Not bad for, what, almost five hours, now? Not bad at all.

"So..."

>"So."

"It's pretty late."

>"Yeah, I guess it is."

"How do you wanna... What kind of sleeping arrangements are we going to have?"

>"I don't know, Anon. Do you have another bed?"

>Decision time. Here are the facts.

>You have a couch, and it can fold out into less-than-comfy bed mode.

>The bed in your bedroom could fit the two of you, but only if you squeezed in close.

>You'd rather not leave AJ alone in your room, but it'd be worse conduct to make her take the couch.

>Think quickly, Anon. Can you pull it off?

 

anon has quite the predicament on his hands, /mlp/

(that's it for tonight; as always, more tomorrow)

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/22/14(Wed)02:01 No.15830333

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>>15829935 (You)

"no, no other beds, but there's plenty of space on this bed"

then put the moves on her, under the cover of darkness

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/22/14(Wed)02:05 No.15830404

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>>15830333

Fuck no.

 

I like to consider myself a pretty average guy normally, but if this happened, it'd be spaghetti central.

 

And that means I sleep on the couch and offer bed to applebut.

 

Then silently bash myself for not putting moves on her.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/22/14(Wed)02:07 No.15830445

 

>>15830333

>>15830404

the obvious choice is to move the couch to the bedroom. Now you can make sure apple isn't lonely without creeping her out.

 

 

 

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