Applejack: Booty Warrior Complete

ACT I: The Booty Warrior

>helping out Twilight Sparkle at the library to pass the time

>while magic is just as dextrous as your hands, you are still quite tall compared to any pony

>Twilight and Spike are out running errands, leaving you to take inventory

>Applejack saunters in

Sorry for the disorganization...

>"S'alright, take yer time"

>you feel her eyes on you the entire time

Looking for any book in particular?

>"Oh Ah didn't come lookin' fer no book. I was lookin' fer you."

>sweat begins to form on your brow

Excuse me?

>You hear the clop of her hooves against the floor

>"See, Ah know what you are, Anon. Yer a tease, and ah watch ya all the time."

>your hands shake and you focus downward on the ledger

>"You can go ahead and shout yer purdy little head off, it don't make me no difference"

>you turn around, steeling your will and preparing for a struggle

>AJ's face is between pleading and aggressive

>"Now Ah like ya, and ah wantcha... we can do this the easy way or the hard way, the choice is yours."

>you choke back the lump your your throat

I don't think we'll back doing anything, any kind of way!

>"Now Ah see you choosin' the hard way..."

>you loose a feral below and try to kick Applejack away, but she's on top of you, ripping your clothes off with her teeth

>"Ah'm gonna ruin that dick! Ah- AH'M A WARRIOR! "

>Twilight Sparkle walks in just as Applejack is about to mount you

>Spike is laughing his scaly ass off

 

ACT II: The Return

>Applejack kicks open your door

>"Yeehaw! Anon, Ah'm gonna git-"

Let's get this over with.

>she is confused "Beg yer pardon?"

>you close your book

You win, AJ. I'm not going to fight it anymore. I'm tired of the concussions, the broken ribs, and throwing up my breakfast because I'm suddenly sprinting to get away

>Applejack's eyes are widened like dinner plates "Y'mean we're gonna just... do it? Just like that?"

>your nod, making her face scrunch up

>you sit in silence, unfastening your clothes

>before long you are standing up, groping your junk without emotion

>Applejack starts backing away

What's wrong? Isn't this what you wanted?

>you hobble towards her, pants around ankles

>"Ah, uh... Anon, this ain't a trick is it?"

>you shake your head, pokerface.jpg at 160% intensity

>the orange mare is blushing heavily

>pingas has booped her nose

>AJ turns around

>there is a sheen of moisture

>"Ah-Ah guess this'll work... really thought Ah'd be chasin' yer hide here t'Appleoosa."

>your hands grip AJ's flank, squeezing her rump tightly

>"Oh Anon... Ah've wanted this fer so long."

>begin shouting soviet national anthem

>"What the hay?!"

>goes in pooper

>she bucks you off of her

>Applejack will not escape glorious mother russia

>for once you are the predator

>a warrior

AH'M A WARRIOR, APPLEJACK!

 

ACT III: Reborn

>be the born again predator

>those who once hunted you now fear your primal hunting call

SOYUZ NYERUSHIMYY RESPUBLIK SVOBODNYKH

>Applejack quivers in her barn, fearful of your sphincter-rending power

SPLOTILA NAVEKI VELIKAYA RUS’

>your pelvis bangs against the door with a thunderous boom

DA ZDRAVSTVUYET SOZDANNYY VOLEY NARODOV

>wood splinters to pieces and Applejack cannot escape

YEDINYY, MOGUCHIY SOVESTKIY SOYUZ!

>Applejack is stammering as you march forward like a mechanical John Wayne in the nude, except for an ushanka

>"Ah-Ah know I went a little far in the past b-but this ain't you!"

>your song is now a ragged whisper as your feet scrape against the wooden floor

>"D-don't make me buck atcha!"

The hunt has been called, Applejack. I am the Hound of Hircine and Molag Bal, I am groper, molester, rapist, I am the Erection in the Darkness, the Sodomy in the Night, Beowolf, etc...

>her powerful legs lash out

>you grab her back legs and lean backwards, over-extending her balance

>AJ is now on her belly, hiccuping with snotty fearful tears

>you drop to your knees behind her and AJ is now too terrified to form coherent sentences

It's time...

>you're inches away from plundering pony butt

>hands gripping tight on marshmallow horse flank

>"F-fer what?!"

For you to write a letter to the Princess

>she is confused and terrified

>"Y-ya mean 'bout how I shouldn'ta tried ta... uh..."

Rape me all the time?

>"Yeah. Ah'm sorry 'bout all that, Anon! Ah reckon Ah let my needs as a mare mean more than yer friendship... Ah feel terrible..."

You know, I think we both learned something today. We learned the absence of empathy in a relationship, regardless if it's sexual or platonic ends in suffering, and learned the Soviet National Anth-

>the Apple family charges into the barn, Apple Bloom barking "Applejack, Ah heard a crash and thought ya might be... hurt..."

>an awkward pause follows

>"What's he doin' back there?"

>Big Mac grabs Granny Smith and the little filly before NOPING himself back to the farmhouse

 

Epilogue

>you sit naked in Sugar Cube corner with Applejack

>the fucks you would give were consumed to fuel Glorious Mother Russia

>through the haze you can barely taste the carrot cake

>"So yer plan from the start was t'give me a taste of m'own medicine?"

>you nod

>Fluttershy flaps in, giddy with excitement

>she's wearing a rather spot on reproduction of a Russian officer's uniform circa WW2

>"Uhm... c-comrade Anonski, claim... um... my 'trenches' for the Motherland..."

AWW SHIT, HERE WE GO AGAIN

>leap away from huge explosion

>you and AJ action pose