
Applejacks Fetish
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Xzon on
Jun 14th, 2012 | syntax:
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>Good god...
>What a day.
>You've been working on Applejacks farm all day, and you havn't enjoyed a single minute of it.
>You'd really rather not have a job that had anything to do with apples, but it was your only avalible source of income.
>The looks you've been getting from Applejack were not making it any easier in the slightest.
>...nor was the fact that she kept trying to guess your fetish.
>Fucking Applejack.
>But now you were finally in bed, chilling out after a stressful day of work.
>All thats left to do now is to pass out into blissful rest.
>...
>You awaken several hours later
>You feel an odd sensation on your foot, almost as if someone were sucking on it...
>Oh goddammit
>You pull off the covers to reveal...
>...Applejack.
>She had your entire foot in her mouth, almost as if trying to eat you.
>You quickly pull your foot out of her mouth
>She jumps back in surprise, hitting the floor with a loud thump, clearly not expecting you to be awake.
>Well, you were now.
"Applejack..."
>She looks up from the floor, a look of shame and remorse etched upon her features.
"...vore is not my fetish."
>You wait for her to make a lewd comment or shout out a profanity like she usually does, but she does neither.
>Instead, she slowly opens her mouth, and says the most unusual thing.
>"But... it was my fetish."
Fucking Applejack