>Her hot breath pours over your neck until you’ve finally reached her room
>It is dark and chilly in here, with only a small glimmer of the fireplace from down the hall offering any light or warmth
>You march inside, letting the blanket that was covering Applejack fall to the floor before you lay her down on the bed
>In spite of the darkness, the glow of red emanating from your eyes let’s you see all
>Her toned body lies bare, the smooth pale skin glimmering beside her red tan-lines
>Even the healthy color of her long blonde hair seems clear, lying about her face beside her freckled cheeks
>Staring closer, your red gaze soon connects with her emerald eyes
>As green as a Spring pasture and like the rest of her body, overflowing with life
>She clears her throat, breaking the trance she held over you
>”Close the door.”
>Nodding your head, you turn away and gently enclose room
“Here we go.”
>You walk over to her bed while reaching for the tattered remnant of your shirt
>Tearing it off, you fling the burnt rag to the floor and reveal what remains of your body armor
>Applejack rises to her knees and helps you unfasten the kevlar
>Charred and singed, the armor falls to the ground with a light thud
>The two of you pause as you take in a closer look of your own body
>It is by no means a pretty sight
>Large gashes where flesh was torn asunder still remain quite visible, and your normally clear white skin is darkened all over
>Blackened and charred, your mangled body moves with an otherworldly energy that allows it to go on long after death should have claimed you
>Applejack looks upon this body, her wide eyes drinking it in
>You can all but hear her heart beat quicker and quicker as she inches closer
>Raising her hand, she traces a finger over your scarred form
>”Yer cold…”
>Her finger travels up your chest, sending jolts through your body before reaching your chin
>Cupping a hand over your face, she smiles
“Can you warm me up?”
 
 
>She nods her head and reaches for your belt
>A hand of yours grasps the blood soaked blade sticking out of your belt
>Applejack doesn’t so much as flinch as you brandish the knife and stick it into her nightstand
>Her focus is elsewhere
>Unhooking your belt, she pulls down your tattered jeans and reveals what’s left of your body
>She freezes as she looks upon the rest of you
>Kicking off what remains of your clothes, you gently ease her back onto the soft bed
>You notice her cheeks blush as you brush aside a strand of her blonde hair
“Are you ready?”
>Her smile widens as she nods her head
>”Take me for a ride.”
>You flash your fangs as you smile back
>Crawling atop her, you crane your head down as she lifts herself up to her elbows
>The two of you meet, pressing your lips together and giving you another taste
>Her sweetness sends you into a fervor, pushing you onward
>With your lips pressing against hers, it’s not long before long you find yourself holding her within your grasp
>Planting kisses down her face, you soon reach her supple tanned neck
>She lets loose a single long moan as you press down further
>”Ah~!”
>Your eyes widen as she cries out, her sweet taste sparking across your tongue
“…"
>Blood drops down from your mouth and onto her bed while you lay eyes on the tiny holes you punctured in her
>Applejack’s grip over you tightens, her fingernails digging painfully into your battered body
>You can feel the blood drip down your back as well
>”Don’t stop.”
>Nothing was going to stop you now
>Her fingers dig deeper into you as you begin to thrust
>Applejack cries out as you draw her blood once more
 
 
 
>Body and mind filled with a primal lust, you slam into her again and again
>Applejack flinches, biting her lip as you pound away
>Eventually, her mouth wrenches itself open
>”Don’t stop!”
>A low growl escapes your lips
>You crash into her even faster, rocking the bed against the wall as the mattress creaks under your assault
>Her head thrashes back, tossing the pillow under her
>”I’m close!  I’m gonna— AAAAAH!”
“ARRGH!"
>Her back arches up while you press into her with all you’ve got
>It feels as if lightning has struck, with untold energy coursing through your body and into hers
>Applejack convulses while you empty yourself into her
>A few ragged breathes escape through her mouth
>Lifting your body up, you let out a long contented sigh of your own
“How do you feel?”
>She comes alive, turning her head to stare back up at you
>Her mouth curls into a grin
>This time, you don’t flinch as she reaches for her nightstand and grasps your knife
>She flips onto her stomach and takes aim at her bedpost
>You can’t help but chuckle as you watch her slice a small thin line down the side of the post
>Swooping closer to her, you intertwine a hand through hers as you grasp the knife out of her hand
“Again?”
>She snickers in reply
>”I can go all night.”
>Stabbing the knife back into her nightstand, you let your other hand slacken it’s grip as you slide it up across her arm
>Caressing her slim body, you lay a hand over her supple breast
>Her body jolts as you play with it, causing her to arch herself into you
>Merely touching that soft mound of flesh lying atop her tight body is enough to energize you
>With each murmur from her, you feel your own body tense up
>Your muscles swell as you begin to take her from behind
 
 
>Forgoing any sense of subtlety, you growl once more while ramming into her
>Applejack clutches the sheets of the bed tight while burying her face into the pillow
>Hearing her screams of ecstasy, only barely muffled by the pillow, is enough to drive you mad with lust
“Argh!  AAAARGH!”
>Hammering away with reckless abandon, you find your mind becoming clouded further until finally, you recoil
>With one last blow, you spill yourself into her once again
>You’re finally beginning to sweat a little yourself as you lift yourself back up
>Applejack curls into a ball, her blonde hair only slightly obscuring her face
>Her teeth glimmer from underneath those streaks of blonde as she smiles
“Hot damn.”
>Your eyes close as you collapse down on the bed beside her
>Lifting your head up, you reach out and snatch the knife
>Etching another slash beside the one Applejack had made, you let the blade clatter back down on the nightstand
>Wiping a bead of sweat from your brow, you’re about to lift yourself back up again only to feel her presence come over you
>Applejack’s long hair drapes over your back as she whispers into your ear
>”Let me take the reigns.”
>The bed creaks as Applejack rises
>Twisting onto your back, you stare up at her
>She is only too eager for another round
“Show me what you got.”
>She raises her hands up and parts them through her hair, tossing her long mane back over her head before grinning at you
>Raising the same finger that had traced over your wounds, she opens her mouth and sticks it inside
>Your eyes widen as she sucks on her finger before popping it out and reaching for your manhood
“Ah!”
>”Cold?”
>She chuckles as she works on you, raising your piece back up as if it were rising from the dead
>Before you know it, she’s falling upon your sword
 
 
>Her hips gyrate against you as she picks up speed
>A fire is reignited within as you take hold, yet you feel different this time
>You realize that the glow of red that has permeated your vision for so much of the night has faded
>The room becomes dark, yet she is still alight
>It’s as if she is the one truly tangible thing, the only other person left in your world
>There is only her, and you
>Extending your hands, you grab onto her tight behind
>Squeezing her freckled cheeks is enough to set her ablaze
>She cries out once more while rocking the bed
>Sliding your hands up her sides, you grasp hold of her hips and guide Applejack as she rides you
>With a final pounce, Applejack cries out
>”s-SHAAAA!"
“APPLEJACK!”
>She spasms as you release
>For a moment, she appears to list off to the side before collapsing onto you
>Her body glistens with sweat as she catches her breath
“Not… not bad.”
>”Heh…”
>Pulling an arm free of her, you run a hand through her mane as you lean back against the bed
>Your arm looks to be much less burnt than earlier, though you still see large black marks scrawled upon it
>”Shiney, mark us.”
>Your hand pads the top of her nightstand before finally grabbing the knife handle
>Spying the bed post just out of the corner of your eye, you etch a third mark beside the two earlier ones
>”How am I doing?”
“How are you doing?”
>You drop the knife onto the nightstand and use your free hand to part her hair from her face
>Lifting her face above yours, you see the visage of the woman who risked life and limb on your behalf
>You’ve seen Applejack grow from a young girl into what you now think is the most beautiful woman alive
“You’re perfect.”
>The smile that lights up her face goes beyond anything else you’ve seen tonight
>Applejack’s joy warms your heart like nothing else, a beacon of warmth in the blizzard that is your life
“Perfect.”