Applesack (thread) part 3

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

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i was on applesabbatical

 

 

 

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>> [] Anonymous  01/30/14(Thu)16:59 No.16001626

File: 1391119161075.jpg-(79 KB, 400x334, 1379877147423.jpg)

[editor's note: Saul crying and eating a sandwich]

 

I miss applesack...

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  01/30/14(Thu)17:43 No.16002268

File: 1391121832787.png-(1.22 MB, 1875x1200, Applesack.png)

 

>>16001866 (You)

 

Lurker/Drawfag here.

Dun drew something in your honor

Critique (or whatever) welcome, and if ya guys like it, I could draw some more.

 

There goes my post virginity

 

 

 

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>> [] Story Time! Part 7 Anonymous  02/02/14(Sun)18:39 No.16067667

>You have two options:

 

>Option 1:

>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. If you do, you will be sent back to earth.

 

>Option 2:

>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:

>O.1: To Equestria by Trenchcoat! (UnO.T), by Iamodd !YpNb7Wi76c

>O.2: Lyra Sauce, by Lyrafag

>Pinkie Pie On Earth, by Veradux

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

>O.2: TGAPTrixie Has Arrived, by Trixiefag

>Student Teacher (W/ REBOOT ED.), ~Twifag

>O.3? Anon is Rarity Delivered, ~Anon

>O.2: Suddenly, Fluttershy?, ~Neham

>O.2: Onyx and Agate, ~Clarissa

>O.2: The Classical Octavia, ~Obzedat

>O.2: Sol Incarnate, ~Frozen_writefag

>O.2: The Princess Of The Cabin, ~The Dubs Menace

>O.1: Gettin' On The Farm, ~Applejack fan

>And others will be uploaded soon!

http://pastebin.com/u/FrankHogs555

 

Fanon art

http://imgur.com/a/VwuzX

 

>Applesack, ~Anon

http://pastebin.com/drgxqEqF

 

>Link to original threads:

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

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>> [] applesack  Anonymous  02/02/14(Sun)19:31 No.16069061

 

applefag here

writing up a recap because of how i retconned a part of applesack that i decided sucked >>16068546 ->

 

>option 2

>receive, bathe, feed, and calm a neurotic AJ

>teach her a bit about earth tech and culture

>in return she teaches you about apples and good cooking

>and pisses all over your bathroom floor at 4 am

>go grocery shopping, scope out some secluded outdoor places

>return to an existential crisis which you solve via brushie and wrestling

>do research on the option thread, coming out mostly empty-handed

>currently trying to stop a budding video game addiction

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  02/03/14(Mon)21:35 No.16092193

 

>>16069061 (You)

>You briefly consider saying something, but it's not very likely to end well.

>AJ's not the kind of pony to suddenly pick herself up and apologize.

>Better not give the phone back to her yet, either, though. Wouldn't want to dig your grave any deeper.

>"Anon, you done with the phone yet?"

>Too late, she noticed.

>It's not a very optimistic question, and AJ says it with irritation in her voice.

"I am, but I don't want to give the phone back to you, because you're acting immature and this is only going to get worse."

>"What in the hay...?"

>She starts fuming.

>"Just what in tarnation are you trying to pull here, Anon?!"

"I'm not 'pulling' anything, Applejack. You're having a temper tantrum over a little video game, and I'm nipping this misbehaviour in the bud, before it gets out of hand."

>Gotta draw a line in the sand. Bullshit is intolerable.

>"Misbehaviour? Oh, Sun scorch it all, I'm out of here."

"What?"

>You turn in your swivel chair again to see Applebutt clambering off the bed.

"Out of where?"

>"Out of here. Your house. I'm leaving."

>She's left your bedroom, headed for the stairs.

"What? Are you crazy?!"

>You jump up after her. Not a running pace, but faster than walking.

"You can't go out there! You don't know what the world is like!"

>She's taking very harsh, deliberate steps, so it's not very hard to catch up with her.

>"I'm sure I'll figure it out on my own, thanks."

>Thick acid dripped from each word.

"You can't go!"

>"Can't I? Wasn't it you who said something about being able to leave any time?"

>She's got you there, brah.

"Just think about what you're doing for a second, AJ."

>You reach out and put a hand on her back, in an effort to impart some kind of personal touch to the conversation.

>Applejack's head whips around, sending her ponytail into a bounce.

>"And there's another thing, why do you have to keep touching me all the time, Anon?!"

"...W-what?"

>"Ever since I got here, you can't keep your hands off me!"

>How is this even a problem?

 

 

 

>> [] applesack  Anonymous  02/04/14(Tue)18:44 No.16107621

 

>>16092193 (You)

>She doesn't like you touching her?

>What.

>Applejack starts back down the stairs, as though stopping you in your tracks gave her some petty satisfaction.

"How is my touching you even relevant to anything?"

>She doesn't stop.

"And it's not like you had any problem with it last night, anyway, when you had me scrubbing your ass clean!"

>Now she stops.

>For a brief moment, the intensity with which the two of you are suddenly going at the argument strikes you.

>It's enough for AJ's menacing stomp back up the stairs to intimidate you into shuffling backwards.

>"What did y'all just say, Anon?"

"Well, look, I just--"

>Before you know it you're up against a wall, with a four-foot pony standing in front of you.

>Stance wide, ears down, pupils contracted. Bearing teeth, even.

>God, she is SEETHING.

>"Ah said, what did y'all say to me?!"

>The way AJ's accent becomes stronger when she's mad is a little unsettling, like she's ready to burst and it's leaking out at the seams.

"Look, can you just calm down and think about what you're doing for a second?"

>"Don't try to change the subject on me, Anon."

"No, YOU don't change the subject! Can we all just sit down and think about what's going on here?"

>"I know damn well what's going on here!"

"Which is why you're so eager to just run out into the unknown and hope for the best, right?"

>Regaining your senses, you start resisting against AJ's oncoming front.

>In the back of your mind you make sure to try to angle yourself out of the edge of the room, so she can't back you into a corner.

>Applejack can't come up with a retort quick enough, so you're back on the offense.

"I've told you before, you have no idea what it's like out there, and even I don't know what people might do to you!"

>The two of you make slow circles around each other.

>"You keep saying 'out there' like it's some kinda dangerous place, and yet you got yer buckin' groceries just fine! It can't be as bad as the horsefeathers I have to put up with in here!"

 

 

 

>> [] applesack  Anonymous  02/06/14(Thu)19:14 No.16144840

 

>>16107621 (You)

"What does that even mean, the 'horsefeathers' you put up with in here?"

>You've been nothing if not hospitable, but something inside you tells you that yelling that fact would just make this argument a pointless shouting match.

>Not that it's all that far from that kind of thing already.

>"You think I'm stupid, Anon? Y'all are keepin' me locked up in here like a prisoner, refusin' to let me do anything! For all I know we ain't even on your Earth and this is all a freaky magic show!"

>AJ's face is red, and her cheeks are puffed up in a huff, as though she resents your height difference.

>She's breathing heavy and so are you, but neither is willing to stand down.

>You know you certainly can't, but Applejack is sure to have that same conviction.

"Is that what this is? You think I'm abducting you, playing some kind of sick joke?"

>"That's exactly what I think is going on, Anon."

>She spits your name at you, and you flinch when you feel it impacting your chest.

>You stop circling around AJ, the two of you now having done almost a 180.

"Seeing the show didn't do it for you? All of my hospitality? When I spent hours cleaning your fucking piss from my bathroom floor, that meant nothing?!"

>Your hands are starting to shake, and you're boiling over.

>Applejack stays silent, but in response rips your lanyard off her neck with her teeth, tearing the fabric chain in one powerful movement.

>The clatter of metal link against metal as your trinket hits the carpet triggers hot tears in your eyes.

>You clench and unclench your fists as AJ turns around in a huff. In a warbly voice, you begin again.

"Look. You want the phone? You want to talk? Let's talk. You want to see outside? I'll show you outside."

>You take a step forward.

"J-just please, calm down, and let's talk this out."

>You reach your hand out, to touch, comfort, gesture, anything to show that you're not playing around.

>Applejack is shaking a little, and her tail is starting to twitch.

>She doesn't turn around.

 

 

 

>> [] applesack  Anonymous  02/06/14(Thu)22:29 No.16148133

 

>>16144840 (You)

>You hesitate, thinking better of your tendency to approach by touch, remembering suddenly how you'd been called out on this very thing.

>You begin to retract, starting to plan a different approach in your head.

>AJ's tail, however, had other things in mind.

>With a careless flick it flies up high enough to flip into your open hand.

>Uh oh.

>What happens next, happens in a blur, one that only sheer adrenaline allows you to process at all.

>AJ's shuddering form whips its head around, and a face that wasn't quite Applejack's, contorted by rage, yells some words at you in an unsettlingly Southern twang.

>"WHAT'D AH TELL Y'ALL ABOUT TOUCHIN' ME ANON?!"

>You feel a pair of battering rams lift you off your feet and into the air.

>FUUUCK

>Something between a grunt and a yelp is forced out of your mouth.

"HROAH"

>Gravity changes direction in a way that you're not very comfortable with.

>Every muscle in your body tenses up for the impact your instincts know is coming.

>An odd angle comes up to meet your shoulder, glancing off it and digging into your back.

>Wait, that's not what floors do.

>Your legs swing over your body and hit the handrail of the stairs, banging against each wooden baluster as they go down.

>The way it bends your back is excruciatingly painful, but you don't have enough air in your lungs to give more than a squeaky wheeze.

>You tumble into a face-down position and bump your way down to the landing, flipping onto your back partway down.

>You hit the wall at the base of the stairs legs first, and come to rest in a remarkably uncomfortable position.

>Someone somewhere says something, but you can't tell who or what or where.

>You try to take in a deep breath, but you can't, something really heavy is sitting on your chest.

>"--on, quit foolin' around."

>You wheeze something in response.

>"Anon?"

>Black spots burn holes in your vision.

>"Oh Celestia, no."

>The last thing you register before losing consciousness is a loud orange bloom, fading to black.

 

 

 

>> [] applesack  Anonymous  02/08/14(Sat)19:32 No.16183596

 

>>16148133 (You)

>You awaken with a sharp inhale, and immediately regret it as a spiderweb of pain sizzles in your chest.

>Your eyes are greeted by white ceiling, somewhere high above you.

>There's a high-pitched drone buzzing from inside your ears, making the air around them feel fuzzy and thick.

>Your back rests on some hard, unforgiving bars--the stairs, right--and one of your legs is bent underneath you in a really uncomfortable position.

>Did you fall unconscious?

>How long were you out?

>The question suddenly grips you as the most important thing in the universe, so you resolve to devote all your effort to figuring it out.

>Where do you have time devices? Stove, computer, phone...

>Phone. Your phone is in your pocket. Is it broken? You hope it's not broken.

>You can feel it jabbing into your side, so there's a chance it hasn't snapped in half during the fall.

>Your left arm, splayed out above you but not terribly banged up, seems to be operational.

>Down it goes, slowly, trying not to disturb your whining shoulder.

>You slip your hand into your jeans pocket, and try to angle the phone out.

>Don't want to put the hand in too far, that would be too much movement. But you really have to get your phone.

>There, phone retrieved.

>You lift it to your face and unlock it gingerly.

>...Why did you get out your phone again?

>You sleep it again, and drop your hand to your side.

>Man, what time is it?

>You lift your arm up to your face. Phone says 13:18.

>That's... one in the afternoon.

>Arm down again. Now what?

>You let out a listless sigh, but it quickly turns into a groan when gravity starts pulling on your chest.

>Somewhere, a sack of rocks clatters to the ground and some thumps and scrapes are heard.

>"Anon?!"

>A yellow-orange thing--Applejack?--comes galloping out of the kitchen.

>"Oh, Anon, thank Celestia, Anon, you're still alive."

>Hello, Applejack. How's it going.

>She's got something on her back as she approaches. Something wrapped up in one of your kitchen towels.

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  02/08/14(Sat)20:27 No.16184709

 

>>16183596 (You)

oh applesack, you're always worth the wait

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  02/08/14(Sat)22:20 No.16187389

 

>>16183596 (You)

whats in the box applesack?

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  02/08/14(Sat)23:12 No.16188469

 

>>16183596 (You)

>"Come on, Anon, help me lift up your shirt!"

>Her face looks relieved, but her voice has a hint of panic.

>She's breathing fast and heavy, approaching hyperventilation.

>Oh, right, she must be worried about you.

>You try to lift up your shirt.

>HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK YOUR CHEST HURTS

>The action of rolling up the shirt jostles you enough to bring tears to your eyes.

>Somehow you manage to refrain from yelling out, though you have to mouth a silent "fuck".

>Applejack takes the towel off her back, and now you can see she's put a bunch of ice cubes in a plastic bag, and wrapped that in the towel.

>You look down at your exposed, aching chest.

>You can make out two large U-shaped welts, already darkening a little from the bruising.

>AJ is about to place the ice on your chest, but you stop her.

"No, no... Pain."

>She narrows her eyes at you.

>"It's just some ice, Anon, it ain't gon--"

>You shush her again, and lift a finger, trying to have her pause while you gather your thoughts.

"Pain... medication. My bathroom... There's a box. Big box. Lots of teeny boxes, bottles, tubes in it. Find a little bottle--little orange bottle--one that says... hydrocodone. Tiny little white pills. H Y D R O... C O..."

>AJ is already gone. You call the last few letters up the stairs, as soon as you can remember what they are

>The ice pack is easily within your reach, so you get it. It's pretty heavy, there's a lot of ice in it.

>You don't really want to leave that on your chest, it might hurt.

"Water... AJ, bring me some water, too."

>"Water!"

>What comes next?

>It's terribly difficult to concentrate for some reason.

>You try to move yourself into at least a sitting position.

>You can slowly untangle your awkward, aching legs, and there's little wrong with them beyond bruises.

>However, sitting upright is painful, because it puts pressure on your chest that you can't be bothered to figure out the physics of right now.

>You scootch to one side of the stairs and lean against the wall.

 

 

 

>> [] applesack  Anonymous  02/09/14(Sun)02:18 No.16192113

 

>>16188469 (You)

>Getting bucked in the chest hurts like a bitch.

>Like you-should-seek-medical-attention hurts.

>Your chest is throbbing, and you might have broken ribs.

>You have no idea what broken ribs feel like, but it's probably not very healthy to have that kind of shit around.

>As Applejack descends the stairs, holding a cup in her teeth by the rim, you ask yourself, what else is wrong with you?

>Legs, chest, and a big headache.

>Well, no shit, you just toppled headfirst down some stairs.

>Is that grounds for a concussion?

>What are concussions like? You don't think you've had those either.

>You check the pill bottle AJ gives you.

>Yep, it's your leftover prescription of hydrocodone-acetaminophen, from some mouth surgery a while back. Vicodin, probably, but you have no idea where they write that shit on the bottle.

>Doesn't say Vicodin on the tabs.

>Oh, whatever. You pop one--pace yourself--in your mouth and reach for the cup.

>"How are those little white pills going to help you, the hydro do-cones or whatever?"

"No idea. They have chemical in them that makes me hurt less. Opioids or whatever. Makes my head ignore how much it hurts, for a while."

>There's another six or seven in the bottle. Should last a while if you pace yourself. Shame to waste it now, though.

>Alright, where to next?

>You need to rest. Lie down somewhere and sleep the pain off.

>You also need to figure out how to tell if you have any broken bones.

"AJ, you ever break a rib before?"

>She settles down and looks at you, then hems and haws for a bit.

>"Uh, once or twice. Mighty painful stuff... D-did I do that to you?"

>You frown, and that does nothing to uncrease her worried brow.

"I don't know. We'll find out. Right now, I need you to help me. We can discuss things later. Look, my human ribs are right here."

>You slowly draw the outline of your ribcage on your chest, the pain in your neck and shoulders discouraging a faster pace.

"I want you to prod at them and see if any of them feel broken."

 

 

 

>> [] Anonymous  02/09/14(Sun)02:40 No.16192480

 

>>16192113 (You)

Applefag, this Applesack story is something I really enjoy. I hope you don't get tired of being a writefag.

Not that hoping will do anything, but you know...

 

 

>> [] applesack  Anonymous  02/09/14(Sun)02:55 No.16192751

 

>>16192113 (You)

"If you find any place that feels too tender, or I start yelping, we'll know that's a problem."

>Applejack nods.

>She's clearly letting you take charge of the situation.

>Probably because she's been scared shitless by what's just happened.

>Man, Anon, how are you still operating?

>Is it the adrenaline? Are you just that much of a trooper?

>You feel achy and exhausted.

>You should probably be angry at the set of hooves in front of you, being that they pushed you down the stairs and all.

>But they're not all that hostile right now and you could use all the help you can get.

>AJ starts jabbing at your almost in-shape figure, and you grit your teeth.

>In reality, she's actually very gingerly poking her hooves at your chest, but it might as well have been daggers for all the sizzling marks it left in your nerves.

>You force yourself to concentrate on the pain, so that you don't miss any deviations.

>It's excruciating work, and your clench fists bear white knuckles as testament.

>Applejack finishes her inspection, and wipes a fresh layer of sweat from her head with a forehoof.

>"Nothing too weird to me, Anon."

"Same. Nothing especially tender, besides the welts."

>So you might have some bruised ribs, then. That's what, a month of recovery?

>Your tailbone starts feeling stiff, and you decide that getting off the landing onto your couch would be a logical next step.

"AJ, I want to move to the couch. I think I need your help."

>"Of course, Anon."

"Grab the cup, the pills, and the phone, and take them to the coffee table."

>It's done, wordlessly.

>In the meantime you start to lift/turn yourself up onto hands and knees.

>AJ returns just as you realize how little your shoulders want to support that kind of weight.

>You can get to your feet with moderate effort, but the gut-wrenching sizzle in your chest forces you to lean on the railing, gripping it tightly.

>Applejack quickly gets the message, and offers her head and back as a support by tossing her hat aside.