Applesack (thread) part 2

APPLESACK INDEX: http://pastebin.com/drgxqEqF

APPLESACK PART 1: http://pastebin.com/drgxqEqF

 

 

 

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>> [] Anonymous  01/22/14(Wed)08:10 No.15833835

 

I made a new OP

 

>>15733336

>You have two options:-

 

>Option one:

>You are sent to Equestria.

>You are the only one of your kind and is easily accepted into Equestrian society.

>You can become friends with all the ponies you've ever wanted to, and live an easy life.

>The catch is, sex does not exist.

>You will still have your junk, but the ponies will not have anything.

>You cannot convince them to do anything sexual, because if you do, you will be sent back to earth.

 

>Option two:

>Your favorite pony is sent to you, scared and tired.

>She will be affected by the reality-jump for a while, but in time she will grow on you.

>Sex exists, and she will fall in love with you eventually.

>No one but you can know of her existence in this world.

>If even one other person finds out, she will be taken away never to be seen again.

>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 of your actions one day; but that is purely your decision.

 

>What is your choice /mlp/?

 

Optional Stories:-

 

>Untitled story about option one, by Iamodd !YpNb7Wi76c

http://pastebin.com/dV9e4F0g

>Untitled story about option two, by Lyrafag

http://pastebin.com/1GBBAYjd

>Pinkie Pie On Earth, by Veradux

http://pastebin.com/NErgk0pc

>Applesack by Anon

http://pastebin.com/drgxqEqF

 

Link to the original thread:

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

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/22/14(Wed)15:16 No.15837962

 

bump from page 3

awaiting applehat story

 

 

 

>> [] lyrafag  01/22/14(Wed)15:45 No.15838379

 

>tfw applehat isn't back

 

The name works just fine, actually; thanks. Once again, I've never done this before, and didn't know that a name would be necessary.

 

Lemme check up where I was and find the writing I was on when I passed out last night, and get this shit going again.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/22/14(Wed)16:58 No.15839546

 

>>15837962

>>15838379

chill out, horsefuckers, i'm here

and don't make bumps every 5-10 minutes, that wastes posts

 

a recap of the situation before i continue, to set the scene:

>choose option 2

>unceremoniously, AJ arrives in a sack

>wakes up, flips the fuck out

>anon cleans her hat as a sign of goodwill

>AJ bathes while anon watches

>they cook and eat food

>anon reveals MLP:FiM, AJ has nervous breakdown

>subsequently assuaged by anon's exposition on earth tech

>currently deciding on sleeping arrangements

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/22/14(Wed)18:03 No.15840529

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>>15839546 (You)

Heeeeee's baaaaaaack

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/22/14(Wed)18:15 No.15840750

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>>15839546 (You)

>You choose not to risk "pulling it off".

"No, I don't have any other beds."

>On the one hand, you could be living the dream. Spooning a pony.

"Just a couch that can fold out."

>Like, not just imagining it, as has been done by many a greentext reader before you.

>"Aww, well, that's a shame."

>Actually living it! With a non-zero chance of hot monkey dick.

>"I can take the couch, it's no troub--"

>But, of course, it was not meant to be.

"Oh, no, no, no, I couldn't let you do that."

>You let the moment pass by, the possibilities slipping away like sand between your fingers.

>"I'm serious, Anon, I wouldn't want to intrude. This is YOUR home."

>So you did the polite thing to do, and took the couch.

"And you are MY guest. Don't be silly. I'll take the couch."

>Sigh.

>"I... Thank you, Anon."

>The way she stretches that 'you' in her accent almost makes it okay.

>You take the blanket from earlier off the bed and take it to the wash. On your way you show AJ to the bathroom, and invite her to freshen up or whatever it is women do before bed.

>"And what if I need to, ah, use the little fillies' room?"

"Oh, that'll just be this toilet over here."

>You shift the bundle of blanket to one hand in order to direct with the other.

"You do have indoor plumbing in Equestria, right?"

>AJ responds to your joke with an expression of overacted shock.

>"They look a little different, but yeah."

"You'll figure it out."

>You leave to drop the blanket in the laundry room, picking out in your head what set of sheets to set on the couch.

>

>You lie awake on the couch, cursing your ineptitude, wondering what could have been.

>You chose not to fold it out because fuck effort.

>Time check: 11:59 PM.

>Part of you crosses your fingers, that this wasn't all a fairy-tale hallucination set to evaporate at the stroke of midnight.

>Ten seconds pass. Twenty.

>Today is now Saturday.

>Satisfied with the lack of whooshing or earth-shaking rumbling, you close your eyes and wait for sleep to take you.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/22/14(Wed)18:47 No.15841352

 

>>15840750 (You)

Keep going anon-kun~

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/22/14(Wed)19:06 No.15841705

 

>>15840750 (You)

>Your eyes are burning. Right along the edges of the eyelids, where the eyelashes are.

>They are stinging and the only way to keep them from stinging more is to keep them closed.

>You become aware of something poking at your right arm.

>It's not a rhythmic poke, just a periodic jab-jabbity-jab.

>"... ... ..."

>You scrunch your eyes tighter and shift about.

>Ugh, god, why is this bed so uncomfortable?

>And what's that smell?

>Jabbity-jab.

>"... ... Anon?"

>Man you are ti--where did that voice come from?

>You try to stretch your arms out, but the left one is blocked by something.

>The obstruction gives a little, but refuses to budge.

>Instead your efforts start pushing your chest up, and you can feel your lungs opening up and filling your ribs.

>Your body falls back down and you recognize what you're laying on. It's your couch? Why are you on yo--

>"Anon? Please wake up."

>Who is speaking to you right now? You don't remember inviting anyone over.

>You crack one aching eye open, and darkness is replaced with a bit less darkness.

>There is a shape in this darkness, catching faint moonlight.

>Some kind of creature--four legs, long neck, big head--is standing beside your bed.

>"Anon?"

>It speaks in a familiar voice. You sit upright and the situation becomes suddenly clear in your mind.

>You are--were--sleeping in your couch. This was because a pony is--was--sleeping in your bed. That pony is Applejack, and right now she is waking you up.

"A-Applejack?"

>You rub your eyes and reach for your phone.

>The blinding light takes a minute to tell you it's 4 in the morning.

>As soon as it registers, you shut the light off, reeling.

>"Anon, I, uh, need your help with something."

>You clear your throat, and words you don't remember thinking escape your lips.

"Huh? What happened?"

>Your aching eyes settle into a squint, blinking every few seconds.

>Looking closer at the mare, you can see her ears are drooped downwards and her tail is low and flat.

>And what is that smell?

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/22/14(Wed)19:25 No.15842028

 

>>15841705 (You)

I don't like where this is going

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/22/14(Wed)19:28 No.15842072

 

>>15841705 (You)

Check your chest for turds.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/22/14(Wed)19:36 No.15842209

 

>>15841705 (You)

Is this going where I think is going?

because I like were this is going

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/22/14(Wed)20:16 No.15842941

 

>>15841705 (You)

>The smell, it turns out, is horse urine, and it's coming from Applejack.

>A more pungent version overtakes it when you get to your bathroom.

>The light doesn't get a chance to burn out your eyes because the mare beside you left it on when she went to go get you.

>For hastily explained reasons that you didn't quite catch, AJ slipped or didn't stand right or something, and accidentally a whole bunch of amber-coloured piss on your bathroom floor.

>One of your towels was enlisted to help clean up, and now remains a wet sopping casualty in the middle of the bathroom.

>The roll of toilet paper is much smaller than you remember, and small wet piles of the stuff are split about equally between the trashbin and the tiled floor.

>The good news is that a lot of it had made it into the bowl, so things could easily have been worse.

>The first thing you think to ask, however:

"Why is it so... dark coloured? Isn't pee normally yellow?"

>AJ fidgets a little in place.

>"It, uh, just gets like that sometimes in the winter. We tend to drink less water, and as a result it gets all concentrated."

>Though you were bracing yourself for the response you knew was coming, you still grimace when you hear the word 'concentrated'.

>That's great. You're going to be cleaning up concentrated horse piss.

>You gingerly lean towards the cabinet dealie under the bathroom sink, and grab a fresh roll of paper towels from its depths.

>You get down on your knees, and take a deep breath.

>"You're not mad at me, are you, Anon?"

>You don't say anything as you break the plastic wrapping around the roll, only sighing as you search for a response.

>You can't think of anything, and hope that you can get off without saying anything, that the sigh carried your passive disappointment.

>"Oh, who am I kidding, you hate me now."

"No! I just..."

>Applejack falls back on her haunches, sighing loudly.

>You pause, trying to come up with the right words.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/22/14(Wed)20:20 No.15843015

 

>>15842941 (You)

Just tell her it's all fine, it's her first day after all.

Calm her down and clean her? Dunno

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/22/14(Wed)20:27 No.15843159

 

>>15842941 (You)

There are worse things you could have woken up to.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/22/14(Wed)20:42 No.15843486

 

>>15842941 (You)

Heck no! I don't hate you. I'm just tired, and I just didn't expect this to happen. Much less at this hour. I'll try to make some kind of contraption to help you get seated better on the can later. But first, I need to clean this and get a good nights rest.

 

And you know, if anon's enough of a dirty kidder (or srs, if we're in agreement), you could ask her if she was able to wipe herself yet

 

 

 

>> []  Anonymous  01/22/14(Wed)21:55 No.15844910

 

>>15843015

>>15843159

"Look, Applejack."

>You turn in place to look at the mare.

>Thankfully, she's not crying, but damn if she's not the picture of sadness right now.

"What's done is done. That's can't be helped. No sense in crying over spilt milk."

>She doesn't respond, so you drop the paper towels and scootch in a little closer.

"Hey, come on, kiddo. I'll admit, I'd rather be asleep right now than cleaning up messes, but this kind of thing happens to everyone."

>You throw your arm around her shoulders and pull her up to your side.

>Though you're almost used to the stench of piss in the air, you can still feel it coming from her.

>That and sweat, the kind that lingers after you just had a panic session after fucking something up.

>She lifts her head to look at you. You decide to play it cool for a bit, run a hand through her mane while looking as though contemplating something.

>You remember you hadn't yet revealed your powerlevel to her, so you decide to take this opportunity to throw her off the scent a little, in case she was getting suspicious.

"Tell you what. You can help me clean up, and then we'll call that even."

>She smiles a determined smile.

>She gets to her hooves--you don't make any move to help her up this time--and stands up straight.

>"Sounds fine by me. Lead the way, sugar."

>The next hour is spent getting AJ's urine all over your hands and knees.

>Some bestial pee fetishist out there would probably kill to trade places with you.

>Applejack is a useful set of hands when she knows what to be doing.

>She's also less squeamish about getting dirty, so that's saves you a lot of trouble.

>The floor is finally clean, and you even spend some time scrubbing the piss out of yourselves.

>It's a quarter after 5.

>You return to the couch, barely bothering to cover yourself with blankets.

>AJ stands in front of you for a long time, as though deciding something.

>You're too exhausted to stop her, and she leaves to bed after a while.

>Soon after you fall asleep.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/22/14(Wed)22:20 No.15845412

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Thank god you fags are still here.

 

Have something short to pass the time.

 

Dark out side.

Browsing /mlp/ for kicks.

Suddenly a choice.

You look around your empty apartment, could use some company.

Option two it is.

Suddenly you're hit with the scent of Cheetos and Mountain Dew.

Look back

shitItsHim.class

System.out.println("...");

You continue to look at him when he finally opens his mouth.

>"You gonna pick or what fagget"

>What'd you call me you little bitch

"I'll have you know"

>"Save it for someone who gives a shit, now you have your options. Pick."

>Well, you could use a friend, and you're probly just tripping on the lexapro you took earlier.

"Two"

>Neckman pulls off his fadora and pulls a grease covered bag out of the hat.

>"Have fun ass hole"

>You look at the bag for a few more seconds before turning back to the screen.

"Damn, I really should just take the recommend dose. Oh well. Back to waiting for Applefag to update."

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/22/14(Wed)22:28 No.15845559

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>>15842941 (You)

Fuck fuck fuck. I'm at the edge of my seat. I'm gonna lose my shit.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/22/14(Wed)23:34 No.15846885

 

>>15844910 (You)

>Your alarm rings. Loudly.

>uuuuuuugh

>Morning came far too soon.

>Normally, you have time to wake up before the alarm and fuck about in bed on the internet for a little while.

>Normally, you're also not sleeping on the couch because of the pony that you're letting use your bed, though.

>Begrudgingly, you lift yourself out of your tangled cocoon of blankets and face the cool air.

>Staying too long in bed is a hard habit to kick, but you managed to break it once and you'd rather not have to do it again.

>You don't even bother to change out of your pajamas: an old shirt and boxer-briefs.

>A lewd thought pops into your head on the way to the kitchen. Applejack sleeps in the nude, doesn't she?

>Something in your head clicks together and you start giggling

>You don't know why something so immature got you laughing, but for some reason it's the funniest shit to you right now.

>You spend a minute staring into your fridge, before deciding on eggs.

>Wait, you're cooking for two. Can AJ have eggs?

>You strain to remember last night's conversation.

>Or anything from the show about eggs.

>Well, Fluttershy has a chicken coop, right?

>Wait, wait, wasn't there a thing about eggs in that Rarity episode, with the sister stuff?

>Yeah, yeah, Rara had SB put the garnish on some eggs.

>Alright, we're in business.

>You pull out three eggs and some bread to make toast.

>Set the bread in the toaster, pull out a pan.

>Wait, shit, how does Applebutt take her eggs?

>Sigh.

>Better go wake her up.

>You walk to your bedroom. The door is ajar.

>For a second you worry AJ disappeared somewhere, but you see her tucked into bed and the thought passes.

>She's looking really cute, all peaceful like that.

>As if on cue, her eyes flutter open, and focus in on you standing there, arms folded.

>"Oh! Uh, hey, Anon... How long've you been standin' there?"

>Before you can respond, she looks at the window behind you and sees the bright morning.

>"Oh, darn, what time is it? How long did I sleep?"

 

 

 

>> []  Anonymous  01/22/14(Wed)23:39 No.15847010

 

>>15846885

Damn man.

 

Ask her how -if- she likes her eggs.

Then proceed to have gloriously awkard morning wood conversation.

 

You knew you were forgetting something.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/22/14(Wed)23:41 No.15847059

 

>>15847010

This. Not that I want it to turn into a clopfic, this is too good for that. But you know it's gotta happen.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/22/14(Wed)23:43 No.15847100

 

>>15847059

Yea, I didnt mean for the suggestion to seem cloppy, just weird.

 

Sex with AJ is pretty much out of the question.

 

It would basically destroy the way i feel about the story

 

 

 

>> [] lyrafag  01/22/14(Wed)23:45 No.15847130

 

>>15847100

But Anon-kun, what if she falls in love with him? She's supposed to! The sexings are a beautiful part of that, right?

 

Or am I just here for buttfucks?

 

>hint: it's option 2

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)10:39 No.15853101

 

>>15847010

"It's like, midmorning. 8 o'clock, nearly nine."

>"Oh, dagnabbit."

>You stifle a chuckle, and lean back against your desk, arms folded.

"No sleeping in on weekends?"

>AJ hops out of the bed, and shakes her mane around.

>The urge to brushie returns with a vengenance.

>"Bright and early, every day."

"Anyway, I wasn't here long, I was just wondering how you like your eggs."

>"Eggs?"

"Yeah. Ponies eat eggs, don't they?"

>"Yeah, yeah, we do. I'm just not a fan o' straight eggs."

>Applejack grabs her hat from the bedpost and puts it on.

"Well, I can make an omelette. We got some tomato left over from last night, and I think I might still have some cheese."

>"Tomato, huh? Well, try everything once."

"Oh don't worry, I make it great."

>It's Applehat's turn to giggle at you.

>She finally makes eye contact. Her eyes, green as ever, look you over.

>"Say, Anon... What's that you got there?"

>She points a hoof at you and smirks.

>You follow the orange pointer, confused.

>"In your pants, I mean."

>MOTHER OF FUCK

>You have morning wood.

>Little Anon is somewhere past half-mast, threatening to tear his way out of your underwear to freedom.

>Nuclear furnaces in your cheeks activate and start producing enough heat to power a small city.

>You perform a fancy little jig over to your chair and sit down, using a hand and the opposite elbow to hide your shameful display.

"That would be my, uh, major oversight of the day."

>Applejack raises an eyebrow, presumably intrigued.

>You try to stammer out an apology, and then take a deep breath before explaining.

"This phenomenon is called morning wood... I'm sure you can guess what I'm referring to."

>"Oh. I see..."

>Applejack gives you a playful smile as she makes her way to the door.

>Cheek-based energy reactors undergoing core meltdown.

"I-I-I assure you it's entirely involuntary!"

>Before leaving, she throws over her shoulder:

>"Well, that's a darn shame."

>IM-FUCKING-PLYING

>AJ gets the door closed with her hooves and canters off.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)10:55 No.15853226

 

>>15853101 (You)

kek

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)11:04 No.15853285

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>>15853101 (You)

>"Well, that's a darn shame"

 

My voluntary boner demands more

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)11:45 No.15853597

 

>>15853101 (You)

>You perform the world's fastest quick change act, to a thankfully empty audience.

>You make sure to pick jeans over sweatpants, despite normally relishing having such a freedom on weekends.

>Man, what a goddamn tease, though, this pony. First the bathroom thing and now this.

>She has to be doing that shit on purpose!

>After checking to make sure your cheeks stopped hogging the blood from the rest of your body, you head down to the kitchen.

>As you approach, you hear a quiet clippity-clop.

>It takes effort to hear, but it isn't letting up.

>WAIT A SECOND

>Is AJ...?

>No. Can't be. Don't think it.

>She can't.

>(...what if she is though)

>You slowly peek your head into the kitchen.

>AJ is sitting on a chair, clacking her hooves together in front of her, looking idly around the kitchen.

>Whew, she's not.

>You breathe an audible sigh of relief. She notices you, stops, and waves.

>"Hey."

"Hey."

>"Toaster rang."

"Ah, thanks."

>Maybe you are just paranoid?

>But she...? In the bedroom?

>You decide not to say anything, and instead set the pan on the stove, turning on the heat.

>A yawn makes a break for it out of your throat, and you put up your hand in a fruitless attempt to block its passage.

>"I hope I didn't mess up your night too much last night, Anon."

>Still unable to talk around your grand exhale, you wave her off.

"...Hah... It's fine."

>"Really, I'm mighty 'shamed of myself. Sincerest apologies, Anon."

"Hey, no worries, AJ."

>Pan's almost hot. You go to get out the tomato and cheese.

>Aha, yes, you do have cheese, after all.

>Let's get cracking on that omelette.

>You crack the eggs in, and a short while later toss in the tomato.

>"Hey, Anon? I'm no expert, but dontcha have to mix the eggs up first?"

>You look up from the cheese grater.

"Oh, I just do it in the pan. Comes out the same enough, and less to clean."

>"Ah."

>Near the end of the cooking, you throw on the cheese to let it melt a little.

>The glorious scent of sundried tomato fills the air.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)11:50 No.15853632

>>15853597 (You)

 

>tfw no omelet

>tfw no face

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)11:56 No.15853678

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>>15844910

>Some bestial pee fetishist out there would probably kill to trade places with you.

>tfw you will never use AJ's piss as fap lube

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)11:56 No.15853685

 

>>15853597 (You)

I'm going to make an omolete now

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)12:19 No.15853899

 

>>15853597 (You)

"So, do you need, ah, any utensils or anything?"

>"Naw, I'll be fine."

"Righto."

>You grab yourself a fork and set it on the table.

>You split the omelette onto two plates, and bring those as well.

>Oh, right, toast. You get that too.

"You want anything on that? Butter, cream cheese maybe?"

>"Oh, some salted butter would be mighty nice."

>You smile. Salted butter masterrace. Pony's got class.

"Drink?"

>"Water."

>You also pour yourself a glass of milk.

>Finally, everything ready, you sit at the table.

>AJ wastes no time in digging in.

>Oh, hey, what's that around her neck?

>You swallow a bit before speaking.

"You're still wearing the stylus?"

>You'd tried to say it matter-of-factly, but it came out as a question.

>Applejack looks up at you, then down at her chest.

>"Uh, yeah, that I am."

>You feel a little stupid for asking. So what if she's wearing it?

>More wordless eating.

>AJ is doing this thing where she eats the omelette off the plate, but picks up the toast with both hooves to bite it.

>You don't question it, but make a note later to see if there are any accommodations you can make for her eating.

>"So, what's the plan for today? You said something about groceries, right?"

>That you did.

>Should you take AJ with you to the store?

>On the one hand, she'd be a better apple expert than you, and you wouldn't want to feed her trashy product.

>You have a car, so transportation will be fine if you can get AJ to duck down where nobody can see her.

>But then, how would you keep her hidden in the store?

>Also, what if she wants to see other humans? That wasn't allowed by OP's rules, was it?

>And that's not the only thing there is to do...

>As much as you dread the thought, you really should see if there's any way to get AJ home or something.

>In fact, some investigation on the rules of this whole situation would be useful. But where to start?

>And are you ever going to tell AJ about it?

 

so, what's the game plan, /mlp/? pluck the day, as it is ripe!

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)12:45 No.15854148

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>>15853899 (You)

Its too risky to take her with ya but if you don´t she will start suspecting....

This is too much for me to handle

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)12:56 No.15854270

 

>>15853899 (You)

go alone, 2risky4me

 

show her the internet or turn on the tv while you are out

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)12:56 No.15854271

 

>>15853899 (You)

ya its too risky bringing her with you, you need an excuse for her to stay.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)13:05 No.15854352

 

>>15853899 (You)

>>15854271

Leave her home and tell her the truth, that you're not sure how your fellow humans would react to a talking midget horse. If you're really intent on sending her back home, plan on trying to track down OP to ask for a rearrangement of terms.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)13:26 No.15854573

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>>15853597 (You)

He's back!

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)13:36 No.15854681

 

>>15853899 (You)

Tell her the truth. This is the perfect time to go more in depth of how not all humans are good, and how if someone sees her, she might be taken away for experiments.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)14:12 No.15855045

 

>>15854681

Call me a bitch, but I'd try to tell her the truth, without telling her the whole truth, instead of using "experiments" as a reason. If anything, just tell her if she is seen, you don't know what'll happen to her, but you know it's not likely to be good.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)14:16 No.15855091

 

>>15855045

I like this modification.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)15:58 No.15856308

 

>>15854352

>>15855045

>Why is it that you keep having these difficult conversations at the dinner table?

>In either case, guess it's time to see how badly you can fuck up explaining this.

"About that..."

>You take a sip of your milk, as though that might somehow lubricate your throat, make the words come out smoother.

"I was initially planning on taking you with me to the store, so you could point out the right apples and such. But there are some problems with that."

>"Like what?"

"Well, first and foremost, you're not allowed to have pets or other animals at the grocery store, for what I presume is sanitation and safety concerns."

>"...I see."

>Applehat makes a kind of bittersweet oh-well face.

"It's not my rule, and presumably it wasn't made with talking ponies in mind, but it's there."

>"Mmm."

"But, of course, that brings us to a deeper issue, which we'd have to talk about sooner or later."

>AJ's apathy became intrigue.

>"Oh?"

"As you may have guessed, I'm not the only human on Earth."

"However, they're not all like me. They can be uncaring, volatile, prejudiced, and easily upset. Seeing a talking pony might drive them into a panic."

>Her curiosity became wariness.

>"...What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that people like me--caring, patient, and able not to flip the hell out upon seeing a talking horse--are far outnumbered by people who aren't. It'd be much safer if I didn't let anyone see you."

>Interest became dissatisfaction.

>"Wait, what? You're planning on just locking me up here in your house for the rest of my days?!"

>There it is. The moment we've all been waiting for.

"Hey, hold up, you don't know that. First of all, maybe we'll find someone who we can trust not to flip their lid. I'm just trying to keep you out of the general public eye."

>"And why's that?"

>You think for a second, and then pull out one of your favourite quotes.

"A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky, dangerous animals."

>'...and you know it.' Man, that was a classic movie.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)19:11 No.15859453

 

>>15856308 (You)

"Look, my point is that if your presence becomes known to other people, I can't be responsible for what happens. They will start to act on that knowledge, too. And they may not share my intentions."

>Applejack has calmed down a bit, but she's still acting a little antagonistic.

>"Your intentions? Like what?"

>Time to play the white knight card.

"Care for you, watch out for you. See if there's anyway to figure out how you got here and if I can get you back."

>"O-oh."

>Applebutt blushes. Maybe. You think. It's hard to tell under the fur, but her body language screams 'whoopsie'.

"I know it's a big thing to ask of you, but I need you to trust me on this, AJ."

>You extend your hand across the table, palm up.

>Applejack raises her hoof, but then hesitates.

>Sigh.

"Any time you want to leave, the door's just down the hall. I'll even unlock it for you. But I..."

>AJ's eyes looked up to yours, asking you to finish your thought.

"I rather enjoyed your company last night."

>There, you've coaxed a smile out of her.

>She placed her hoof in your hand and you smiled back.

>You can't help but think this would be a lot more dramatic if it wasn't 9 in the morning.

"Come on, let's finish up eating, and I'll find something for you to do while I'm out."

>You pick your fork back up, trying to play it off like nothing happened.

>Applehorse resumes eating in much the same manner.

>You've gotta stop being so melodramatic, Anon. It's not very healthy.

>

>After clean up, you and AJ are discussing what to look for in good apples.

>You explain, in a very handwavy sense, what kind of stuff is done to produce in order to help preserve the things so that they can be sold on the large scale that they do.

>AJ can only tut you and your silly industrial ways, but she gives you enough pointers that you feel confident in your chances of doing it right.

"So, what do you want to do while I'm out? I'll set it up for you."

>"Well, what is there to do around here?"

 

good question, aj

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)19:13 No.15859503

 

>>15859453 (You)

Internet.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)19:14 No.15859530

 

>>15859453 (You)

Let her get lost in YouTube.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)19:16 No.15859555

File: 1390522560371.jpg-(83 KB, 960x906, 1383548591514.jpe.jpg)

 

>>15859530

>IB4 she finds mating videos.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)19:17 No.15859585

 

>>15859503

>>15859530

what about all the /mlp/ bookmarks?

and clop folders etc

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)19:19 No.15859629

File: 1390522775844.gif-(426 KB, 500x375, bobby_egg_backfire.gif)

 

>>15859453 (You)

applefag here with a public service announcement

it's getting tougher and tougher to set up and string together the current state of the fic with the possible future events that i have planned, while still keeping the fic feeling natural

that and tangoing with the 2000 character limits is a bitch

i'm doing a lot more planning that i normally do, mostly because this is already a lot longer than the stuff i normally write

things are going to stay the same, you're going to have to excuse the delays is what i'm saying

 

carry on

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)19:21 No.15859669

 

>>15859585

Quickly set up some sort of parental control before leaving. she won't know the difference.

 

either that or put the discovery channel on for her

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)19:21 No.15859675

 

>>15859530

That's a TERRIBLE idea.

>She'll discover your faggot motives and kick the shit out of you.

Unless she's warmed up enough to you to complete said motives. But don't write that. That's just stupid old Anon fucking shit up in the insaneville known as 4Chan

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)19:23 No.15859707

 

>>15859629 (You)

Just keep doing God's work

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)21:16 No.15861705

File: 1390529808984.png-(87 KB, 1244x675, appone.png)

 

>>15859453 (You)

I´m really enjoying this applebutt. Great work anon.

Bumping with some drawings i did for this.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)21:17 No.15861721

 

>>15859503

>>15859669

"Well, you're probably going to be confined to the indoors until I can sort out a way for you to do something outside."

>"Horseapples."

"But I have a TV, and there's also the internet. And video games I guess, though you might have some trouble with the controllers."

>Applejack's eyes lit up, presumably remembering your explanations from the night before.

>"Sure, that sounds fun!"

"Well, which one do you want?"

>"Uh, the TV is the one with the shows, right?"

"Yeah."

>"Let's try that one, then."

>You lead her to the living room.

>You grab the remote and swap input from Video 2 (Gamecube) around to HDMI 1 (TV box).

>The Food Network appears on screen to tell you something about barbecues.

"So, yeah, this is a channel all about food. There's loads of channels. You can scroll them by hitting these plus and minus buttons here."

>AJ peers at the remote as you demonstrate, up and then back down.

>"Alrighty."

"These two buttons control volume. The number buttons down here let you pick a channel if you know which one you want."

>"Okay. What are all these other buttons?"

"Sheesh, I don't know. This one pulls up the in-device guide, I think?"

>You press a button labelled 'INFO'.

"Yeah, looks like it. This view just shows you multiple schedules at once so you can scroll faster, I guess."

>"And the other ones?"

"Don't worry about them. Well, okay, this one here turns the TV on and off."

>"All right."

>AJ settles in on the couch, tucking in her legs.

>"Could you, uhh, change the channel?"

>Oh, right, barbecues means the grilling of once-live animals.

>You surf for a bit. Nothing interesting on.

>You try Discovery. There's some oil drilling thing going.

"Admittedly, all the good shows are on in the evening, when everyone's home from work. Here, scroll around, find something you like."

>You toss AJ the remote, and go to grab your car keys and reusable grocery bags.

"I'll be back in a few hours. Don't burn the house down."

>"What if something happens?"

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)21:18 No.15861732

File: 1390529889017.png-(150 KB, 1155x1308, op.png)

 

>>15861705

Also this

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)21:24 No.15861832

 

>>15861721 (You)

You burn down the house.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)21:30 No.15861934

 

>>15861721 (You)

Teach her how to use a phone; then give her your cell phone number. If something happens, she can call.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)21:53 No.15862330

File: 1390532008308.png-(43 KB, 925x646, 6last_resort.png)

 

>>15861721 (You)

"Uh. I don't have a home phone, only my cell... I guess we just cross our fingers?"

>AJ waves a hoof at you, bringing the humanism to your attention.

"Okay, okay, um."

>You think.

>And think some more.

>Aha!

"One sec, I'm going to check to see if something works."

>You sprint over to your bedroom and wake your computer.

>You keep it asleep most of the time because it's easier to use.

>Open browser.

>Option thread is still there. Good.

>You write down the thread number on a sticky note, and underneath it the words CHECK ARCHIVE.

>You close all your pony tabs, knowing you can't have any of that shit open should AJ use this computer.

>Google "send message to telus phone".

>Yes, okay, Telus does that. Awesome.

"Applejack, come here!"

>You type in your cell number and the words "TEST MESSAGE", as you hear a quiet canter make its way to your room.

"Okay, here, look at this. This is an internet service that can send a message to my phone here."

>You pull it out of your pocket to emphasize.

"Watch, see here, this is my cell number... and this is the message we're going to send. So you just click the 'Send' button here, and with any luck..."

>Your phone buzzes before the landing page even loads.

>You unlock the phone and open the messaging app to show AJ the resulting message: '[email protected] TEST MESSAGE'.

"See? You'll be able to notify me if something happens."

>You click on 'Send a new message' and fill in your info again.

"So if something goes wrong, just click this 'Send' button with the mouse, and it'll let me know instantly that you need help."

>"Now that's neat, Anon."

"Heh. Just don't joke around with this, okay? Only text me if something happened."

>"Yessir. I promise."

"Pinkie Promise?"

>AJ groans, looks at you, and just waves her hoof around before putting it up to her eye.

"Good enough. I'll see you in a couple of hours."

>Feeling adventurous, you ruffle AJ's mane playfully before heading off. No objections.

>You exit the house grinning ear-to-ear.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)22:01 No.15862459

File: 1390532491120.jpg-(40 KB, 320x287, 1301366082527.jpg)

 

>>15862330 (You)

I anxiously look forward to more of this.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)22:43 No.15863211

 

>>15862330 (You)

>Quick double-check before you pull out of the minuscule driveway.

>Phone? Check. Wallet? Check.

>Bags? Check. Car keys? No shit, sherlock.

>You take the familiar route out of the residential streets to get to the useful roads.

>It's not all that far to the grocery store, and you could've walked, but carrying back all the groceries would've been torture. Planet Earth can stand giving you one more car ride.

>Besides, you were planing on running a few other errands while you were out.

>The plan is to scope out some places on the outskirts of town where Applebutt might want to play outside.

>First and foremost, it'd have to be secluded enough that nobody would be around to watch, or at least not notice when driving by.

>You think you know of some old barns a ways away, where nobody lives anymore, so those'd be places to check.

>You also consider maybe taking her to an orchard sometime.

>That would require you to break into places, probably at night, so the idea isn't turning you on, but it's an option.

>Also, you don't think that there'd be any apples around this time of year, though maybe just being around apple trees might do something for her?

>The final option was of course finding some secluded forests to get lost in, maybe have hikes.

>There are a couple that have actual trails nearby, that you've walked yourself before, but you're not the only one to use those trails, so it'd be very risky.

>Again, maybe late at night, it might work, but you tend to err on the side of caution.

>

>Your recon gives you a small list of candidates for further investigation. You mark their positions down on your phone.

>You pick up the usual at the grocery store, except you spend a little extra time in the produce section getting what you think are good apples.

>Other new items on your receipt include: flour, shortening, 8" pie plates.

>The time is ten to 11 when you pull out of the parking lot.

>Something in your gut doesn't sit right, though. Like you forgot something.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)22:46 No.15863301

 

>>15863211 (You)

>forgot something

 

the apple juice!

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)22:48 No.15863337

 

>>15863211 (You)

Apple juice?

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)23:49 No.15864459

 

>>15863211 (You)

>Five to 11, you pull into your driveway.

>The grocery bags take you two trips to get to the porch.

>Unlock the door, step inside.

"Hey, Applejack, I'm home!"

>"Ponyville qualifies!" a distinctly not-Applejack voice cries out.

>A crowd erupts into cheers, backed by a triumphant fanfare.

>You hear a stereotypical horse whinny overtop the cheering.

>What in the...

>You drag the bags in the door, lock it, then peer into the living room.

>Applejack has her eyes glued to the TV.

>It looks like there's an awards ceremony of some sort happening on screen, an all-business brass-and-drums fanfare providing the soundtrack.

>What strikes you immediately is that there appear to be ponies, lined up in threes on soapboxes, receiving the awards.

>Wait, are those gryphons?

"What's goin--"

>AJ shushes you.

>Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, and that do-you-even-lift pony from who knows which episode are getting some kind of necklace hung around their necks.

>WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE

>This is S4E10.

>Today is Saturday.

>Right now is the 10:30 AM time block.

>Spitfire pins something on Rainbow Dash's neck.

>Roll Fizzlebeef lets out a YEAH! which is returned in kind by the mane 6.

>Pinkie cheers loudly. Twilight smiles a knowing smile at Dash.

>A photo is taken. Hey, is that Derpy?

>So, that's what you forgot. New poni today. You usually don't care to see them live.

>You stand wordlessly through Dash's moral exposition.

>The badge does that rainbow thing the spool did in the Rarara Takes Manehattan.

>Executive Producer, Kirsten Newlands.

"Applejack...?"

>You turn to face your own little pony, who's sitting motionless on the couch.

>Her eyes are squinting, and her brow furrowed. The look of intense focus.

>"I don't remember this ever happening."

"Remember what happening?"

>"Ponyville's relay team qualifying for the Games."

"I, uh... okay?"

>AJ looks at you.

>"I thought you said these were episodes about my life, Anon."

"I thought they were...?"

 

(that's all for tonight, more tomorrow)

 

 

 

>> [] lyrafag  01/23/14(Thu)23:52 No.15864533

 

>>15864459 (You)

GODDAMMIT I WAS GOING TO FUCKING ADDRESS THAT RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH

 

Beat me to it, anon. Also an excellent post... Good night, sweet prince. Return to us soon.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)23:52 No.15864536

File: 1390539177127.jpg-(3 KB, 124x107, this hurts my soul.jpg)

 

>>15864459 (You)

Oh no.

She's not the real Applejack, she's a doppleganger that shares the same memories.

This is going to be heavy.

 

 

 

>> []  Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)23:54 No.15864566

File: 1390539258141.png-(43 KB, 249x230, Its all over.png)

 

>>15864536

>>15864459 (You)

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)23:54 No.15864568

 

>>15864459 (You)

Fuck, I didn't watch the latest episode yet.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)23:55 No.15864603

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>>15864459 (You)

>>15864536

Suddenly a twist

>>15864533

You got me lyrafag, i'm starting to write something up out of curiosity, but spaghetti is flooding my room right now, and I haven't gotten to which pone I picked for option 2, wat do i do

 

 

 

>> [] lyrafag  01/23/14(Thu)23:56 No.15864610

 

>>15864536

I'm actually thinking that it can't have been the "real Applejack", because she's a cartoon horse; the writers are just progressing with the show. The OP did some devilmagick-- which is why the whole "conditions" part applies, and why one of them revolves so heavily around sex-- and in doing so created this. You're dealing with the devil.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/23/14(Thu)23:57 No.15864627

 

>>15864533

>implying we're not basically treading the same ground in two different directions anyway

>implying i'm not already stealing your ideas for future one-upping

>implying this is a duel for everyone's souls

:^)

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/24/14(Fri)00:05 No.15864775

 

>>15864459 (You)

We doomed now.

Explain her that MLP isn't about her, but about her and her friends?

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/24/14(Fri)00:06 No.15864794

 

>>15864775

But she was in the episode. If she was really applejack she should have remembered it.

 

 

 

>> [] lyrafag  01/24/14(Fri)00:10 No.15864860

 

>>15864794

She must have been pulled out at the time the OP gave her to the anon. Kind of like, she was pulled from that timeline into a different one. And that timeline still kept on, but she was no longer a part of it.

 

You may ask, then, why it is that AJ was in the episode if the AJ from the show's timeline has been removed. My response to that is that the timeline is for each individual; AJ's personal timeline has transitioned into human world, while the show follows Twilight's. The two had been synced up until just then.

 

>mfw I bullshat that just now and I almost believe it's plausible

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/24/14(Fri)02:36 No.15867015

 

>>15864459 (You)

 

Have a good rest of the day/night!

 

I guess in advance, I'd ask her if she remembers certain events, starting at pinkie apple pie, then going backwards to two parters and episodes centric to her character.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/24/14(Fri)17:43 No.15875400

 

>>15864536

>>15867015

"Alright, okay, let's all just calm down and figure this out."

>You're not really sure if you're telling this to Applejack or yourself.

>In either case, you're doing this to assert your leadership.

>AJ's mouth closes and her ears straighten up. You have her attention.

"Okay, so, this is the fourth season of the show."

>"Season?"

"Group of episodes. They're created in sets."

"Anyway, fourth season. And you arrived yesterday, between episodes 9 and 10. Applejack, what's the last thing you remember from Equestria?"

>She looks down and thinks hard.

>"I don't know, what kind of thing are you looking for?"

"Like, big dramatic events."

>"Well, uh, Applebloom and her friends got into trouble for making a ruckus at Sugarcube Corner."

"Doesn't ring a bell."

>Hmm. What was the last episode to air?

>Pinkie Apple Pie, wasn't it?

"Hey, Applejack, do you remember going on a road trip with Pinkie, after finding out she might be related to you?"

>"You know about that?! Oh, Celestia..."

"Yeah, it's the episode right before this one."

>"Mmm."

"But look, now we know something. I think that whatever force brought you here somehow just copied you out of your timeline at some time between these two episodes."

>You officially have your sleuthing hat on. Oh, how you love a good mystery.

>"...What the hay does that even mean?"

"Well, for one, the show doesn't seem to be affected in any way by your disappearance. Which makes sense, considering that there's a set of writers behind it, who'd have no reason to have their character disappear from their scripts..."

>You peter off as you notice the expression of horror forming on Applejack's face.

>"...So you're saying I didn't even disappear from Equestria?"

>A foreign tone rises in her voice with every word. The sound of terrified realization.

>"My... my friends don't even know I'm missing..."

"Hey, uh--"

>Applejack doesn't even hear your interjection.

>"To them, I'm... I'm not even gone..."

 

uh oh

well, fuck

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/24/14(Fri)17:49 No.15875518

 

>>15875400 (You)

Awww shit nigga, pull the multi universe/dimension theory or something. Her friends realize she is gone from the world she was taken from, just not the show 'world' or something. Or pull a homicide suicide for shits and giggles.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/24/14(Fri)18:19 No.15876132

 

>>15875400 (You)

Tell her this seems to suggest that the writers aren't creating your world, your world is real, and they're just recording it's history as it happens, or should happen... On the bright side, this means that your world is very much real! Now the question is, how much time has actually gone by in your world? Maybe no time has passed?

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/24/14(Fri)18:29 No.15876285

 

>>15875400 (You)

to the choppa with her

fly to the Lauren Faust

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/24/14(Fri)19:03 No.15876825

 

>>15875518

>Applejack doesn't even tremble initially.

>She just blinks once, twice, and then there are tears spilling over.

>You feel your own face getting hot, just out of straight empathy. You aren't crying yet, thankfully.

>You sit down beside her, and put a light hand on her shoulder.

>She responds by dropping her head onto your lap

"I'm an orphan from my own universe..."

>Orphan? Interesting choice of wo...

>Wait, could there be some truth to the AJ-has-no-parents fanon?

>It's probably best not to ask, especially right now, but, jeez, that would be fucking harsh.

>Say something, Anon, before this gets worse.

"A-A-Applejack... D-don't cry..."

>You try to stroke her back to help.

>She continues to cry.

>Fat load of good that did.

>Fuck fuckity fuck fuck.

>How do you solve existential crises?

>It makes you think, too. Are you living in a fictional world? Are you someone's creation, your story carefully crafted to please some audience you will never be aware of?

>Or are you real? Is your world the real one? Why yours? Why not AJ's? Why not some other universe unknown to you both, entirely beyond your comprehension?

>This whole situation is playing out like some B-grade sci-fi short story.

>You feel hooves snake around your waist, and pull tight.

>You realize your intense contemplation is doing nothing to assist the pony beside you.

"A-AJ, wait. Maybe this world i-is a story too, itself just waiting to finish. You don't know! You can't know, a-am I right?"

>Fuuuuuuck why do you have to be so inept at fucking everything.

>AJ looks up at you coldly, eyes shot, cheeks ravaged by a barrage of tears.

>"That's some cold comfort to me right now, Anon!"

>The anger in her words puts you in your place.

>Her hooves don't withdraw from your waist, though.

>She turns back to your tear-stained jeans, shaking.

>"...Who would do such a thing to me, Anon?"

>The words hit you like a punch to the face.

>Unable to contain yourself any longer, you start bawling like a little bitch.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/24/14(Fri)19:15 No.15877068

 

>>15876825 (You)

Well fuck. Probably not the best time to tell her the truth. Just hold her and let the moment pass, for now.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/24/14(Fri)19:30 No.15877359

 

>>15876825 (You)

I think itd be a horrible idea to tell her the truth right now. You know whatll help? Booze, get smashed with applesack, maybe then you can have a drunken conversation about reality and the such.

 

 

 

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>> [] Story Time! pt 3 ImSleepy !HU7XfvOYA2  01/24/14(Fri)19:53 No.15877811

 

Credit to:

>>15833835

for assisting with a new OP format

 

>>15733336 ->

>You have two options:-

 

>Option one:

>You are sent to Equestria.

>You are the only one of your kind and is easily accepted into Equestrian society.

>You can become friends with all the ponies you've ever wanted to, and live an easy life.

>The catch is, sex does not exist.

>You will still have your junk, but the ponies will not have anything.

>You cannot convince them to do anything sexual, because if you do, you will be sent back to earth.

 

>Option two:

>Your favorite pony is sent to you, scared and tired.

>She will be affected by the reality-jump for a while, but in time she will grow on you.

>Sex exists, and she will fall in love with you eventually.

>No one but you can know of her existence in this world.

>If even one other person finds out, she will be taken away never to be seen again.

>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 of your actions one day; but that is purely your decision.

 

>What is your choice /mlp/?

 

> Option 1: To Equestria by Trenchcoat! (UnOff.Title), by Iamodd !YpNb7Wi76c

>Option 2: Lyra Sauce, by Lyrafag

>Pinkie Pie On Earth, by Veradux

>Opt.2: The Royal Plot Package (UnOff.Title), by Anon

>Opt.2: TGAPTrixie Has Arrived (UnOff.Title), by Trixiefag

>Student Teacher by Anon

http://pastebin.com/u/FrankHogs555

 

>Applesack by Anon

http://pastebin.com/drgxqEqF

 

>Link to the original threads:

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

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

 

 

 

>> [] applebut still needs suggest  ImSleepy !HU7XfvOYA2  01/24/14(Fri)20:27 No.15878453

 

(repost of my latest part)

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/24/14(Fri)20:30 No.15878505

 

>>15878453

Tactical hugs

 

Long hugs...

 

 

 

>> []  Anonymous  01/24/14(Fri)20:33 No.15878559

 

>>15878453

Get drunk with her, jees how many times do i gotta say it. That or just hold each other and cry like a couple of bitches, YOU ARE A MAN THOUGH DAMNIT, fucking act like it.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/24/14(Fri)20:37 No.15878643

 

>>15878453

 

do something funny, break the tension; or do something to show that you're there for her. It doesn't have to be romantic, but just something strong to convey the feeling.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/24/14(Fri)22:12 No.15880480

 

>>15877068 ->

>>15878505

>You can't focus on anything.

>Too many tears.

>Applejack is sad.

>Her world has crumbled to dust.

>She has been left behind by her universe.

>You are sad too.

>But she can never know why.

>It's between you and the grave.

>You pray God/Celestia/Faust/whoever will have mercy on your soul.

>Fuck OP.

>Fuck option threads.

>Fuck 4chan.

>Fuck Equestria.

>Fuck Earth.

>And most of all, fuck you, Anon.

>You are the biggest fuck of them all.

>

>You make a lot of involuntary crying noises, and your cheeks get very hot and probably very red.

>You run your hands through AJ's fur--it's really soft, and underneath, such a strong body--and clench them into fists around her fur sometimes, just for the tactile stimulation.

>Tears roll down your face and leave hot, uncomfortable streaks. Your eyes sting.

>Soon you give up on that and just hug her head to your chest.

"I'm sorry."

>You blubber these words over and over, patting AJ's mane, until you only have the energy to whisper.

"I'm so sorry."

>You don't even care if she doesn't know why, you just need to get the words out.

>

>The crying session ends undramatically.

>You and Applejack just sit there, sniffling, hugging each other, wiping your eyes.

>By some unconscious, mutual decision, you both decide to get up and clean yourselves up.

>The buzz of the TV had faded into the background while you were bawling. You turn off the half-finished Littlest Pet Shop episode and toss the remote onto the couch.

>Your tall body feels very lanky and awkward, like you don't know where to put yourself, as the two of you walk to the bathroom.

"I'm sorry, Applejack. I couldn't stop myself."

>You know what you mean, but thankfully AJ misinterprets this as you apologizing for breaking down.

>"Everybody needs a good cry sometimes, Anon."

"You can't enjoy a sunny day without some rainy days."

>You wash your face quickly, and then step aside to let Applejack do the same. Luckily, your sink was low enough for her to reach.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/24/14(Fri)22:18 No.15880599

 

>>15880480 (You)

The feels are heavy.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/25/14(Sat)01:33 No.15884533

 

>>15880480 (You)

"Aww, hey, I messed up your mane."

>AJ tries to look around at her mane, but then realizes she's in front of a mirror.

>"Oh? Hah, don't sweat it, Anon."

"Here, let me fix that for you."

>You reach for the spare hairbrush you keep in the bathroom drawer, for the rare occasions you have women staying the night.

>"It's fine, I can take care of it."

>Implying you were going to let brushie slip by, ever.

"Please, I insist. Least I can do."

>"Ah... alright, then."

>You have to expend effort to stop yourself from performing a victory dance.

>You don't have any scrunchies or anything, but you do have some old ribbons.

>Looks like you're slumming it old-style.

>You bring the seat and lid of the toilet down, and sit on it.

>Applehat walks up to you and sits in front of you, back facing you.

>You raise your brush hand like (you imagine) a painter might wield their paintbrush, and begin.

>You use alternating strokes: left hand to run your fingers through her mane, right hand with the hairbrush.

>She has very few knots in her hair, so you quickly drop your gentle act and begin to brush with conviction.

>It's a very strong mane, and it has some weight to it.

>That's probably how AJ's able to do that lasso trick with her tail: it'd be harder to swing right if it was really light.

>Well, that and practice, obviously.

>You catch yourself humming a familiar tune, tapping your foot.

>We're apples, forever / Apples, together / We're family but so much moooooooore...

>Fuck, that shit was catchy.

>"Hey, Anon... Where'd you hear that tune?"

>You giggle, and figure you can play a little coy with your hints.

"We've traveled the road for generations, joined by a common boooond..."

>AJ gasps, throwing you off your brushing groove.

"We sing our song cross the pony nation--"

>"--from Equestria and beyond."

"It's a catchy song."

>"Well, I figure y'all have got me at a disadvantage. You seem to know a lot about me, but I know next to nothing about you, Anon."

 

(next time on applesack)

 

 

 

>> [] applesack  Anonymous  01/25/14(Sat)16:57 No.15900143

 

>>15884533 (You)

>Of all her possible questions, you expected this one the least.

>Now that it's happening, it makes sense: why would Applehat be content with knowing nothing about you, if you're going to be her only human contact?

>Still, what is there to say about you? You're just Anon. Plain old boring Anon.

"Well, what do you want to know?"

>"What your life is like. What you do with your time. What adventures you've been on."

"Adventures, hah. This is the most exciting thing to be happening to me all year."

>You start back on brushing the golden mane before you.

>"Y-you mean me?"

"Well, yeah. It's not every day you get to brush the hair of a talking horse that just arrived on your doorstep."

>"Heh. Well, you can't tell me that's it. There's gotta be something you do."

>You're a humble programmer, employed at one of those progressive neo-workplace companies that let you work from home and have flexible hours and shit.

>By the way, thank god for that. Shit's going to be coming in mighty handy over the next little while, what with your new four-legged charge.

>You live a simple life in a teeny house, driving a cheap car and getting most of your kicks with internet buddies.

>Sure, you go out with real friends every now and again, but your preferred interests are niche and arcane enough that only the internet satisfies you.

>You were never an extrovert, though, so it suited you just fine.

>You tell all this to Applebutt, in pone-friendly language.

>"Programmer? Isn't that that stuff with the computers and the instructions?"

>You answer in the affirmative.

>"Well, what kind of things do you make the computers do, then?"

"Usually just maintenance stuff, keep things running smoothly."

>"Oh."

"I told you, I'm as boring as they come."

>"Now I don't believe that."

>You shrug, just exaggeratedly enough for AJ to notice.

>"There's gotta be something, you just can't think of it yet."

>Satisfied with your brushie session, you put down the brush and tie AJ's mane into a neat bundle.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/25/14(Sat)17:45 No.15901197

 

>>15900143 (You)

"There, all done."

>Applejack admires your handiwork in the mirror.

>"Not a huge fan of the bow, but..."

>She gives her head a shake, and her forelock bounces up and then falls, a little controlled chaos to make the natural look. Her ponytail mane also eases into an organic slump.

>"...Pretty good work there, Anon. I didn't take you for a hairstylist."

>Her reflection in the mirror is giving you a smug, teasing grin, so you retaliate with a playful slap on the rump.

>Wow, jesus, where did that come from.

>Her smile turns to a look of shock, and then into a nasty, oh-no-you-didn't grin.

>You're gonna get it now, Anon!

>You stifle an "Oh, shit!" and sprint out of the bathroom, sniggering.

>The clip-clop of hooves leaving the bathroom are close behind.

>You're too far gone now, Anon. Vegas or bust, baby.

>For a split second, hooves stop thumping on your carpet.

>You turn to see an orange-yellow blur and feel the force of a cannonball boring into your chest.

>Legs were not built for running backwards, so you topple over on your back.

>Applehat stands over you, hat askew but face triumphant.

>"What was that, Anon?"

>The mock threat in her voice invokes a deep South twinge, and it's simultaneously intimidating and cutest thing you've ever heard.

>She leans in real close, still displaying her 'the things I'm gonna do to you' expression.

>You figure this might be your only chance, so your hands quickly reach for her barrel. You start rubbing and tickling as furiously as you can.

>Applebutt tries to keep her composure, but she's too stunned to react, and soon she breaks down laughing.

>You see an opening and flip her over onto the ground beside you.

>Suddenly, you're wrestling each other, giggling.

>Some inexplicable contortions happen, and somehow AJ's head is under your arm, while you have her rump and legs in your grasp.

>You stop a wild move, but now her muzzle is right up in your armpit.

>Her escape attempts tickle you and you laugh madly.

"No fair tickling!"

 

 

 

>> [] Trixiefag  01/25/14(Sat)17:50 No.15901287

File: 1390690223501.gif-(542 KB, 311x283, gettinhot.gif)

 

>>15901197 (You)

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/25/14(Sat)17:51 No.15901318

File: 1390690296823.jpg-(390 KB, 945x945, 1301364826121.jpg)

 

>>15901197 (You)

 

Continue....

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/25/14(Sat)18:05 No.15901604

 

>>15901197 (You)

It's time for something sexual!

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/25/14(Sat)19:02 No.15902827

 

>>15901197 (You)

>You can't quite make out the reply, but it's sounds something like, "Oh, so you're ticklish there, eh?"

>You're fucked.

>The tickling efforts redouble and you're reducing to a laughing, quivering mass of jelly within seconds. AJ easily escapes your grasp.

>With your size, nine times out of ten you'd be able to restrain her.

>But after that accidental advantage, AJ has the upper hand. Upper hoof?

>The actions of your waving arms and waggling fingers prove futile, and an admission of defeat is prompty coaxed out of you.

"I submit! You win! Ahahaha!"

>You are lying stomach down, and Applebutt is currently sitting on your back.

>"Did you really think something else was gonna happen, sugarcube?"

>You can only pant in response to her teasing tone.

>She turns and lies down on top of you, belly on your back, chin resting on your head.

>Her stylus is pinned between your bodies, but it's not all that uncomfortable.

>"So, Anon, I'll ask again: what was that?"

>This brings forth from you a fresh batch of giggles.

"...Totally worth it."

>"Oh, was it, now?"

>Applejack lets her hooves droop over your shoulders, and you can imagine a contented smirk on her face.

>"Well, at least we know something that you aren't known for."

"Hmm?"

>"Your wrestling ability."

"Oh, shut up."

>"Aww, shucks, I'm only kidding you."

>Her lazy hooves slip underneath your neck, and you're being hugged from above.

>Part of you wishes you were exhausted right now, because napping like this would be heavenly.

>Instead, you give a satisfied 'mmm'.

>In the back of you mind, a sardonic voice reminds you that OP had promised that the pony you asked for would quickly come around to you.

>The thought leaves a sour taste in your mouth, but you still enjoy AJ's voluntary closeness.

>Suddenly, you remember what you've forgotten to do.

"Oh, damn. We should probably get all the groceries I bought into the fridge."

>Applejack doesn't even move.

>"Not just yet, Anon."

>Her hooves squeeze a little tighter.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/25/14(Sat)20:44 No.15905316

 

>>15902827 (You)

>You are finally set free from your pony prison, and AJ even helps you up, in a display of true sportsmanship.

>She insists on helping you get the bags into the kitchen, so you make sure that she doesn't get the bag with the eggs, just in case.

>Upon reflection, she could probably even handle it, but you can just never trust anyone but yourself to handle eggs.

>You start unpacking everything on the table, listing it off to Applepone as you go.

>Milk. Eggs. Ground beef. Chicken breasts.

>AJ grimaces, and you apologize.

"I am incorrigible."

>"Incorriwhat?"

"Incorrigible. Uncorrectable."

>Cheese. Bread. That good yogurt you really like, it was on sale.

>Veggies. Lots of veggies.

>Some beans and nuts and stuff, assorted varieties. (For protein.)

>Apple juice, the good kind, the one that's got like 2 ingredients and comes in a weird-ass jug.

>You open it up for AJ to taste test.

>"Not bad at all, Anon. Way better than the other stuff you had."

>Apples, a big bag of 'em. You really tried to get all the best ones.

>"Meh. It's not home, but it'll do alright. Just be sure to wash 'em, okay?"

>Figures. AJ grabs an apple and starts tossing it from hoof to hoof.

>Flour, lots of. Some shortening. Butter. New thing of baking soda. Pie plates.

>"Anon, is this for what I think it's for?"

"Eeyup."

>Applejack raises an eyebrow.

"But before we do any of that, lunch time."

>You start packing things into the fridge and freezer, explaining your plans to Applehat as you do so.

"So, I still don't really have a way to acquire grass or hay or flowers or anything else that ponies normally eat. That's not a usual purchase made downtown, so I'll have to do some research if you're really going to push for that stuff."

>"Figures."

"But I have picked up some vegetarian-lifestyle friendly stuff, so we can at least feed you okay until then."

>"Right."

"That in mind, what do you want to have for lunch?"

>"I don't know. Do you have any ideas?"

 

what's on the menu today, /mlp/

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/25/14(Sat)20:46 No.15905361

 

>>15905316 (You)

Some hot, italian sausage.

 

 

 

>> [] Obzedat  01/25/14(Sat)20:48 No.15905430

 

>>15905316 (You)

Cheese pizza.

 

 

 

>> [] Trixiefag  01/25/14(Sat)20:56 No.15905602

 

>>15905316 (You)

Green Bean Casserole? Show her what country folk on Earth eat? Without the ham of course.

>>15904821

>>15904916

I was thinking, it'd be interesting if one of us went a little meta and showed the actual, current thread with all these stories to one of the ponies. That might be a stupid idea though

>>15905460

For some reason i've always had an odd headcanon that Flutters was phobic of blood, but i've always known it was stupid, and this proves that. Neosporin under the gauze would help

Oh, if the video is still playing that would be awesome.

 

I'm almost done with my next post, i'll stop procrastinating now

 

 

 

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>> [] Story Time! Part 4  ImSleepy !HU7XfvOYA2  01/25/14(Sat)21:58 No.15907054

 

Credit to:

>>15833835

for assisting with a new OP format

 

>>15733336 ->

>You have two options:-

 

>Option one:

>You are sent to Equestria.

>You are the only one of your kind and is easily accepted into Equestrian society.

>You can become friends with all the ponies you've ever wanted to, and live an easy life.

>The catch is, sex does not exist.

>You will still have your junk, but the ponies will not have anything.

>You cannot convince them to do anything sexual, because if you do, you will be sent back to earth.

 

>Option two:

>Your favorite pony is sent to you, scared and tired.

>She will be affected by the reality-jump for a while, but in time she will grow on you.

>Sex exists, and she will fall in love with you eventually.

>No one but you can know of her existence in this world.

>If even one other person finds out, she will be taken away never to be seen again.

>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 of your actions one day; but that is purely your decision.

 

>What is your choice /mlp/?

 

Stories Written so far:

>Option 1: To Equestria by Trenchcoat! (UnOff.Title), by Iamodd !YpNb7Wi76c

>Option 2: Lyra Sauce, by Lyrafag

>Pinkie Pie On Earth, by Veradux

>Opt.2: The Royal Plot Package, by RPP

>Opt.2: TGAPTrixie Has Arrived, by Trixiefag

>Student Teacher (With REBOOT EDITION), by Twifag

>Opt.3? Anon is Rarity Delivered, by Anon

>Opt.2: Is that... Fluttershy? (UnOff.Title), by Neham

>Opt.2: Ex-Military Medic and Chryssi (UnOff.Title), by Clarissa

>Opt.2: Sol Incarnate, by Frozen_writefag

http://pastebin.com/u/FrankHogs555

 

>Applesack by Anon

http://pastebin.com/drgxqEqF

 

>Link to the original threads:

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

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

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

 

 

 

>> [] applesack  Anonymous  01/26/14(Sun)00:08 No.15910078

 

applefag here

writing another recap in preparation of more content tomorrow

 

>option 2

>receive AJ, calm her the fuck down

>bathe and feed her, help her through nervous breakdown

>teach her about earth tech, she loves it

>lose a night of sleep cleaning up her piss

>hit up the grocery store, scope out some places to play later

>break the fuck down when you realize what you've done to AJ

>clean up, glorious brushie, then lose at tickle-wrestling

>currently deciding on lunch plans

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/26/14(Sun)01:41 No.15911951

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Waiting so hard for the next part of Applesack..

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/26/14(Sun)10:29 No.15917548

 

>>15910078 (You)

>No, you kinda don't have any ideas.

>You aren't really a vegetarian and only have a basic idea of what their diet consists of.

>You imagine it's tofu and other weird stuff that tastes a little bit like crap.

"Oh, hey, this has been bugging me for a while, actually... Carrot dogs?"

>"...What in the hay are carrot dogs?"

"You know, when you take a carrot, and put it in a long bun, and then put stuff on it."

>"Huh? Oh! Ahahaha, is that what you think they're called?"

"Well, yeah. We do the same thing on Earth, only with sausage, made of, like, beef usually."

>"Eugh. Y'all humans got some weird stuff going on upstairs."

>Applehat starts drawing circles on the side of her head with her hoof, apparently the trans-universal sign for 'crazy'.

"Well, okay, let's look at what we can make. I can do another salad, with more stuff this time because I got a bunch of good veggies."

>"Anon, not to be rude or anything, but I'm pretty hungry."

"Alright, so we need a little protein, say. We've got eggs, we've got beans.... Hey, beans! We can do like, a chili, or something. Vegetarian chili."

>Applejack shrugs.

"Well, what else is there? There's soup. Do you want soup?"

>"I don't know. Let's do the chili."

"Chili. You sure?"

>"Look at us, we're bickering like a bunch of ninnies."

"Alright, chili."

>You pull out your phone, and start looking up vegetarian chili recipes.

>"Why are you using your smartphone? Do you not know how to make chili?"

"Well, like, gun to my head, I could probably throw something together, but I'd rather follow a recipe."

>"Naw, naw, come here, let me show you."

"Show me?"

>"How to cook yourself a mean chili. Get the beans."

>AJ trots up to your pantry and starts digging around for a good pot. She finds one that satisfies her, and takes it to the sink.

"I, uh, keep all my pots clean."

>She stops, inspects the pot in her mouth, and then turns around on puts it on the counter.

>"Get out the veggies."

>Looks like you're playing cook to AJ's chef today.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/26/14(Sun)10:54 No.15917797

 

>>15917548

/)^3^(\

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/26/14(Sun)11:01 No.15917868

 

>>15917548

>Applejack's suddenly all-business attitude is a little unnerving, but she's clearly an experienced cook and things are moving along surprisingly fast.

>She has you unearth about half your kitchen cabinets for spices that are allegedly staples.

>She has some funny names for some of them, which is probably an Equestrian thing.

>As soon as she has all the ingredients she wanted rounded up, you're put to work chopping up veggies.

>Tomatoes, carrots, onions, mushrooms, peppers, the works.

>She also asks if you have corn. You didn't know that corn was a chili thing, so no, you don't think you have corn.

>Some searching reveals you have a single can of corn, and AJ gives you a slow shake of the head, as though you just committed some kind of major faux pas by not being armed to the teeth with corn.

>Despite the fact that you're being led by a short, orange pony, you manage to get the chili cooking on the stove in something like 10 minutes, which to you seems absurd.

>The two of you sit down, and AJ starts munching on an apple as an appetizer.

>You admit your hunger and reach for one as well, but AJ stops you.

>"Y'all are just gonna feel hungrier if you eat that. We got another half hour to go, still."

"What?"

>"Well, see, you're gonna digest them real fast, cause there ain't nothing in apples but flavour."

"How do you mean?"

>"Apples have got a lot of acid in them, and that messes with your stomach, makes you more hungry. Then, look at the sugars in them: really simple stuff, practically goes right through you."

"That's... news to me."

>"If you want a snack, grab a carrot, or a tomato."

>You make a sour face, because you kinda wanted to share an apple with the Apple pony.

>AJ interprets this as a childish aversion to vegetables, though, and begins chiding you.

>"Oh, grow up, you, veggies aren't gonna kill ya."

>A playful hoof hits your arm, and in response you overact pretending to be in excruciating pain.

>AJ chuckles, and takes another loud bite.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/26/14(Sun)11:48 No.15918371

File: 1390754918327.gif-(104 KB, 437x430, drilling-F5.gif)

 

>>15917868 (You)

>>15917868 (You)

>>15917868 (You)

 

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F5 F5 F5

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/26/14(Sun)12:06 No.15918566

 

>>15917868 (You)

So, how come AJ gets to snack on apples?

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/26/14(Sun)12:47 No.15919139

 

>>15917868 (You)

>>15918566

"Well, okay, I'll buy the hunger excuse, but then why are you eating them, too, then?"

>Still chewing, AJ shifts sideways on the chair, and points to her flank with a hoof and an are-you-kidding-me expression.

>"I'm not famous for my ability to crochet."

>You roll your eyes, and Applejack laughs again.

>It's a distinctive laugh, very... oh, you don't know, genuine?

>It's such a raw laugh, it feels like it could put anyone in a good mood.

>She's no Ponka, but you think that this little background pony is starting to grow on you.

>

>The chili ends up being absolutely delectable.

>Most of the time at the kitchen table is spent in silence because you are so engrossed in eating this delicious chili.

>It's a good thing you haven't given any explanation to Applejack on human table manners, because can't stop yourself from licking the bowl.

"Hot damn, this is good!"

>AJ just tips her hat and winks.

>"Y'all saw it, there was no magic. Just some good ingredients and a steady hoof."

>You nod along.

>"Now, come on, you can't tell me this doesn't beat your meat."

>She winks.

>Did AJ just...?

>Did she just say...?

>You burst into treats.

>The giggles just refuse to stop.

>"What? What'd I say?"

>They become guffaws, and then rolling laughs.

"No no, I just, I know what you--" A snicker interrupts your sentence. "--what you tried to say, it's just..."

>You take a deep inhale and, and then exhale slowly, calming yourself down. You wipe away a tear from the corner of your eye.

"'Beat your meat.' That's, ah, that's a bit of a euphemism around here, AJ."

>"Euphemism for what?"

>The snickers return, and you just can't bring yourself to say it to those innocent emerald eyes.

"For, uh... Something. Something indecent."

>"Oh."

>She blushes, and, having nothing to say back, you get up and go to wash your bowl.

>You really wish you had space in your crummy place to have a dishwasher.

>You then do AJ's dishes and portion the remaining chili into tupperware containers.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/26/14(Sun)13:57 No.15920313

 

>>15919139 (You)

>>Still chewing, AJ shifts sideways on the chair, and points to her flank with a hoof and an are-you-kidding-me expression.

 

Well, now I just feel silly.

 

 

 

>> [] applesack  Anonymous  01/26/14(Sun)15:57 No.15922754

 

>>15919139 (You)

>So, lunch out of the way, it's time to go do things. You have some research to get to.

>Applejack says she wanted to do some baking, but tagged along with you to your bedroom anyway.

>This is a bit of a problem, though, because the specific kind of research this was supposed to be is recon on the option thread that started this whole mess.

>You fill AJ's ears with some boring words that she hopefully didn't understand, to prime her.

>Then, as you sit in your swivel throne, you suggest that AJ play with your smartphone for a little bit.

>"Play? Are there games in it or something?"

"Yeah. Remember the programs I was talking about yesterday? Those programs can be games, too."

>"Oooh."

>You pull out your phone and start a simple Bejeweled/PuzzleQuest/Candy Crush-type game.

>You chose it over the more popular versions because free and no ads.

>No ads might actually be a safer option for Applehat's case, because she probably doesn't have any experience differentiating advertisements from the interesting bits, so you lucked out.

>You hand over the phone and explain the rules a little. Match three or more by swapping, get points, some jewels have special effects.

>AJ tries to hold it in a hoof and then peck at the screen while in a roughly sitting position, but soon gives up on that and lays down on her stomach on the bed.

>You wait a couple of minutes before getting into your serious research, to make sure apple horse is preoccupied.

>It doesn't even take that long for AJ to become engrossed in the block-breaking action. Every once in a while, she lets out a "Ye-heah!" or an "Aww, darn."

>Down to business.

>Clock reads quarter to 1 in the afternoon.

>You grab this morning's sticky note. Thread number 15733336.

>You point Opera to archive.heinessen.com/mlp/thread/S15733336, hit Enter.

>'You have 2 choices. Option one: You are sent to equestria.'

>'Option 2: Your favorite pony is sent to you on earth.'

>Time to perform some investigating.

 

what might we find?????

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/26/14(Sun)16:13 No.15923081

 

>>15922754 (You)

 

Some kind of guidelines to what is going to happen to AJ (what was the deal)

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/26/14(Sun)16:13 No.15923089

 

>>15922754 (You)

Thread died after some spiderman derail, nothing of importance is found

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/26/14(Sun)16:13 No.15923091

 

>>15922754 (You)

people being pissed of that they got the wrong pony ?

Or maybe some people who wrote fics about raping a pony in some underground basement.

if dubs the thread has gone completly off topic and is about rarity now.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/26/14(Sun)16:56 No.15923867 Replies: >>15924027

 

>>15922754 (You)

Anon finds clop in the thread, of AJ, and AJ just so happens to look right at Anon's monitor as he does. Also you find out fedora mc trench coat is a fucking ass hole, and AJ was actually Anons favorite pony, he just didnt know it.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/26/14(Sun)17:23 No.15924425

File: 1390774987454.jpg-(61 KB, 890x527, ChestHoofPrint.jpg)

 

>>15923867

If brought to reality, (in the story,) the given situation would end horribly, and Anon in the hospital.

Protip: Avoid getting kicked in the chest by a horse as all times, as it hurts like a motherfucker. Especially by one that kicks fucking trees for a living.

>pic related

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/26/14(Sun)17:33 No.15924648

 

>>15924425

B..but what if getting bucked in the chest is my fetish?

 

 

 

>> [] applesack  Anonymous  01/27/14(Mon)10:26 No.15940308

File: 1390836389647.png-(530 KB, 1366x3690, 7archived_thread.png)

 

>>15922754 (You)

>/mlp/ - Clopper's Closet

>Sleuthing hats on: it's investigation time.

>You peruse the thread carefully, starting with the OP.

>No trash can insignia, normally representing deletion by a mod. This thread died on its own.

>It doesn't look like there are any secrets or hidden messages buried in the OP, either, just maybe a failed attempt at quints.

>You read the words of the option 2 carefully, taking everything in.

>Favourite pony sent to you, scared and tired, confused and irrational. So far exactly as you remember.

>'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.'

>You read the sentence a second time, a third.

>So, nobody can ever know, that much is clear. But how does she get taken away?

>Does an elite squad bust down your door, gas your shit, and abduct the pony?

>Does OP himself magically appear to whisk the pony away from you?

>How long will it take? Can you fight back?

>The forcefulness of the words, 'she will be taken away,' make it seem like you're grasping at straws.

>Sex exists, she will fall for you, soon thereafter fall in love. Okay.

>How far does that go? Will she just be affectionate, or is she going to want the hot monkey dick?

>Is this prophesied love going to be genuine, or just some kind of forced robotic bullshit?

>Then, your inner beta chimes in: is she free to choose not to love you?

>You can't help but shiver.

>AJ perks up at this, asking you if anything's wrong, and you quickly Ctrl+Tab to a different tab.

>Google Maps is open, in satellite view. If she asks about it, you can bullshit an explanation.

>You tell Applebutt you're just a little cold, and she buys it.

>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.

>You think long and hard about that last line.

 

 

 

>> [] applesack  Anonymous  01/27/14(Mon)10:49 No.15940523

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>>15940308 (You)

>Alright, you can give the OP a more thorough literary analysis later. You'll have plenty of time to agonize over this over the rest of your life.

>Let's check the rest of the thread for clues.

>First reply: 'Choice one. I can't bring myself to fuck up my waifu's life.'

>Strictly speaking, AJ isn't your waifu, but your gut clenches up anyway.

>Now you understand the cleverness of the OP's shenanigans.

>Everyone's talking about option 1 and muh masturbation.

>You scroll down a little, skipping over some of the more vapid posts.

>Jesus, you're trying to play detective with a 4chan thread. The absurdity is not lost on you.

>Oh, hey, No.15734124 brings up an interesting point.

>He's interpreting no sex and meaning there used to be sex and it was taken away.

>Hah. Clever.

>Hey, actually... Could there be any room for interpretation in the second option?

>You'll have to check later, you want to finish checking out the thread first.

>And there's the smug fucker who thinks he's witty for reading 'friends with ponies' as literally only ponies.

>Only a matter of time, it was. Ah, 4chan, glad to see you again.

>Blah blah blah, more autistic speculation.

>Ah, some tripfag made an option 2 greentext. It's the same one at the guy before.

>Some Iamodd. How do you pronounced that? Ee-yam-odd?

>Oh, OH. I-am-odd. Wow.

>You start reading.

>Sounds pretty familiar so far, though the trenchcoat stopping by your house went a little differently, and Fluttershy wasn't knocked out in a dirty bag, just bound and gagged.

>Looks like story Anon couldn't handle FS, and he had to lock her up

>...Oh, awww. It's a sadfeel.

>Yellow horse kills herself.

>You turn to AJ, still entranced by your technology.

>...She wouldn't. Would she?

>No, Applejack isn't like that. She's too proud.

>But on the other hand, she's been thrown out of her own reality. Who knows what she could do.

>Your face is getting all hot again.

>No, tears, you've already had your way with me today. Don't be so greedy.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/27/14(Mon)13:23 No.15942467

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>>15940523 (You)

This story is going to places that I like.

Keep up the gud work anon.

I´m guessing you´re a [spoiler]ponkafag [/spoiler]so have some winter pie.

 

 

 

>> [] Nehem  01/27/14(Mon)14:50 No.15943624

 

>>15940523 (You)

Foreshadowing? Nobody knows...

 

 

 

>> [] applesack  Anonymous  01/27/14(Mon)16:36 No.15945237

 

>>15940523 (You)

>You brush the feelings off, before they can take hold of you. Your attention is best applied elsewhere right now.

>Anything else left in the thread?

>Some snarky ass linked the Wikipedia article on Stockholm syndrome--the thought of you holding AJ hostage twists the knife already lodged deep in your gut--but that's about it.

>Everybody just up and lost interest in the thread, it looks like.

>You sure as hell would have been interested, but you were a little preoccupied then, meticulously cleaning somepony's hat to gain her favour.

>That's an interesting thought, actually: that you're not the only one, and everyone was too busy calming or wrangling ponies to attend to the thread.

>Does that count as ironic?

>Eh, probably not. Well, whatever.

>So, is that it, then, with the thread? There are no more posts.

>You read the OP again, trying to see if there was any leeway in interpretation, but come up empty handed.

>The only possible slack you get is in the sex area, and that's not something you feel like you'd be okay doing with Applejack.

>Rest of the thread is the same as the OP. No clues, no leads, no hidden messages, nothing.

>You've been saddled with a pony that no one else can know about, and you're just going to have to deal with it.

>You lean back into your chair, propping your head up on an arm with assistance of your armrest.

>You take a long, slow inhale, and a defeated exhale. It makes your back tingle and your eyes droop.

>Applejack is still tapping away at your smartphone.

>The time is five after one.

>You have the sudden urge to take Applejack out for a walk or something, or just sit outside and feel the brisk breeze. Something outdoorsy.

>It's a bit of a selfish thought, because you want to do it just because, and you don't yet know where you might even go and not been seen.

>Well, there's nothing better to do, so you might as well look up what you can on that.

>You close the archive thread, but don't yet toss the sticky note in the trash.

 

 

 

>> [] applesack Anonymous  01/27/14(Mon)17:59 No.15946718

 

>>15945237 (You)

"Hey, Applejack, can I borrow my phone for a bit? I need to get something I wrote down."

>"Yeh, shure, wuh secod."

>It begins.

"I won't be long, I swear."

>"Yeh yeh yeh, okee, ah jus godda do dis wevew."

>She's not even looking up at you to respond.

>Note to self: Don't let AJ get addicted to this shit.

"AJ, it's been a second, I need my phone."

>"C'moh, ah'm awmos dun!"

"Sheesh, just pause it, there's a pause button."

>"No wook, see, ah'm finisih."

>You wait another five seconds before standing up, arms folded.

>"Okee okee," she spits out the stylus, "fine, here, take it. Princesses above."

>She gives a really exaggerated sigh, as though trying to emphasize how much of an inconvenience this was, as you take the smartphone from in front of her..

"Applejack, you're being really immature."

>"No, I'm not."

"You were throwing a fit. About a video game."

>"I was not!"

"Yes, you were. This is the kind of thing little children do."

>"Well, I'm sorry, ma, hope your saddle isn't riding up on you."

>The 'ma' is stretched by sarcasm and disdain, and you roll your eyes.

"See, there it is again. I know these games are addictive, but you're going to have to control yourself, AJ, or I just won't let you play them."

>"Hmph."

>She has her hooves crossed in front of her and she's looking in the other direction, chin up.

>In retaliation, you snap a quick picture of this. She perks up at the flash.

>"What the?"

"Photo evidence of you acting like a little filly."

>"Hey!"

>You smile, knowing you clearly have the upper hand now. You start opening up the GPS coordinates you had saved before.

"Actually, you're looking pretty cute. This one's going in the scrapbook."

>Fed up, Applejack's head falls into the bed with a soft whump and she covers it with her hooves.

>You spin your chair back to your desk and open up a quick notepad on your computer, and start typing in the numbers.

>When you turn back, AJ's resting her head on one foreleg and idly drawing circles with the other hoof.

 

 

 

>> [] Nope  01/27/14(Mon)18:21 No.15947101

 

>>15946718 (You)

Dear Christ that's adorable

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/27/14(Mon)19:07 No.15947946

File: 1390867625028.gif-(147 KB, 390x324, 360693__safe_applejack_so(...).gif)

 

>>15946718 (You)

cute

 

 

 

>> [] Nehem  01/27/14(Mon)19:17 No.15948104

 

>>15946718 (You)

Technology addiction comedy is good comedy.

 

 

 

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