>From the bushes, you wait.
>In a recon of sorts, you stalk your prey.
>Which is currently sitting on the window sill.
>It wants you. It needs you. Just as you need it.
>You can hear as it begins calling out your name in a seductive tone.
>Well, not literally. It's an apple pie.
>But, you see, this isn't just any ordinary pie.
>This is -THE- pie.
>It's Applejack's  homemade apple pie.
>The pie to end all pies.
>Made from love, apples, and that stuff wet dreams are made out of.
>The first time you had tasted it, you damn near had an orgasm.
>This caused much laughter, from AJ's friends and family, at your expense.
>But you almost didn't completely care. Because, pie.
>Ever since then, you put that pie on the pedestal.
>Which caused you to go to such crazy lengths to acquire it.
 
>Target in sight. Coast is clear. Time to execute plan: 'Semper 3.14'.
>Leaving your cover, you reach out for it...
>"Hey Anon. Glad I found ya."
>You retract your arms to 't-rex mode'.
>You think it somehow makes you less suspicious.
>Turning around, you see Big Macintosh.
"Oh, hey! What's up, Big Mac?"
>"I was wonderin' if you could help me out real quick."
>You look to the pie.
>It looks right back.
>Probably...
"But-"
>"Don't worry. It won't take long."
"Alright, fine."
 
>Roughly an hour later. You part ways with Mac.
>You had to help him load apples into the cellar.
>Now, normally he wouldn't need help with such simple shit.
>But, he somehow sprained one of his forelegs.
>So this makes every task he does, very arduous.
>However, so long as it wasn't his rear legs that were injured, he'd still work.
>Stubbornness is the Apple family code, you've come to find.
>You return to the windowsill.
>It's still there.
"It's okay, baby. Daddy's here now."
>You reach out to claim your prize.
>"Who are ya talkin' to, Anon?"
"Ho shit! What the fuck?!"
>Apple Bloom's little voice gives you quite the shock.
>"Oooh! You said a bad word! heheheh! I'm tellin' on you~."
"Oh, come on, little 'Bloom. You scared me. That's not fair."
>"Nope. Too late. I'm gonna tell on ya." She states matter of factly.
>Fuck! If she tells her sister, this would mean no pie for you.
>This cannot happen.
>You're already suffering from Vitamin Pie deficiency.
"Look, 'Bloom. You're a fair and understanding filly, right?"
>"What are ya gettin' at."
>Straight to the point. You're so proud of her.
"Maybe we can work out some kind of deal."
>"Hmmmm... I got an idea!"
>Oh dear.
 
>Only an hour and a half passed. Oddly enough, You actually rather enjoyed your time with her.
>Let's check the highlights, while you make your way back to the house;
>"I need ya to help me figure out a costume for Nightmare Night."
>You smile in a rather wicked and evil manner.
>The plan is finally coming together.
>You brought Apple Bloom to a parting in the orchard, near the clubhouse.
>You fill a waiting cauldron full of cooking oil.
>"What's this, Anon?"
"Something I've been saving for such an occasion."
>"Y-you're not gonna cook me, are ya?"
"I'm gonna go ahead and ignore that. Ya see, little 'Bloom. This is the setup to the perfect costume for you."
>You grab a giant Allium cepa, prep it up, and fry that bastard.
>"I don't get it."
"Patience young one. Patience."
>"Have you met me?"
"Touché. Still though, silence."
>Moments later. You situate the fried plant, by stringing it around a wreath, and you leave a hole in the center.
"Alright, little one. Come hither."
>"Finally! I was getting bored and- Hey!"
>Before she can finish her sentence, you kneel down to place the fried onion around her head.
"There. It's perfect!"
>"What am I supposed to be? A lion?"
"Nope. You are..."
>Pause.
"Apple Bloomin' Onion!"
>A part of you died when you said that.
>Still. You're just glad you finally got that awful joke out of your system.
>"Yeah! I bet I'm gonna have the best costume there! Thanks, Anon!"
>She jumps up and gives you a hug.
>You shed a lone manly tear.
"No problem, little 'Bloom. No problem."
 
>You jump back in the bushes to scope out your target. Can't let anyone else distract you from pie stalking.
>Peeking out, you see... Nothing.
"Hey, what gives!"
>"Oh, hey there, Anonymous."
>Granny Smith greets you from the window.
"Uh. Hey there, Granny."
>"What're ya doin' standin' in the bushes?"
>Bush joke. Um. Nope. Too easy.
"... Nothing. I'm doing nothing."
>"Well, If I had noticed you there earlier, I would've invited you for some apple pie."
"Wait. Would have? As in... Past tense?"
>"Yup. We ate the whole thing. It never stood a chance against our appetites. heheh!"
>Big Mac waves at you, mouth full of pie. Probably the last piece.
>"Son of a fuck-..."
>You can't even handle this.
>Rage builds. You must leave now before you do something you'll regret.
>The barn has always been your preferred place to vent, so you head there.
 
>Upon entering, you throw some bales of hay around like a maniac
>You also start yelling many choice words that would get you canceled on cable television.
>After you calm yourself, you sit down on one bale of hay that you missed in your bitch fit.
>Feeling hopeless, you slump down, looking to the ground.
>You hear the barn door creaking, but you don't bother to look up.
>Life has lost meaning...
>"Sugarcube?"
>You mumble something even you can't understand.
>"Are... Are you okay, hun?"
>You once again mumble incoherently.
>You're too depressed, and angry to notice anything else going on at the moment.
>"I didn't quite hear ya."
>Ever quietly, you say "Pie."
>"You're gonna have to sp-"
>You stand up and grab Applejack.
"Pie! It was about the pie!"
>"Wha-"
"Not just any pie, AJ! Your pie! I want it! I need it! I fucking crave it! I can just imagine tasting the mouth watering flavor. Even the damn aroma is enough to set me off!"
>Suddenly you notice it. You catch a whiff of said pie.
>You look down, and by the non-existent maker! There it is!
>Good ol' Applejack brought you your very own pie!
>You're so happy, you could cry.
>But, you don't. That would waste pie-eating energy.
 
>You drop to your knees.
>Forgetting all table manners, you dive right in, face-first.
>The pie crust gave no fight. It opened right up and gave you access to the filling.
>Oh goodness! It's so soft! So warm! So creamy!
>You lap it up like it was the last pie in the world.
>It tastes a little different than you remember, but it's still motherfuckin' pie!
>You slurp up any excess filling, and what your lips can't reach, you finish off with your tongue.
>Well, shit! There's still plenty to go around. So you keep greedily drinking in that apple flavor.
>Suddenly you hear the pie moan really loudly, and before you know it, your face is drenched by a torrent of pie filling... Wait.
>...
>Hwhat!?
>"W-why'd ya *huff* S-stop, *huff* A-Anon? That felt soo good~."
>You break out of your trance, and see you have a face full of AJ's marehood.
>The lower half of your face is dripping with viscous marecum. Not pie filling.
>Umm... Huh.
>Licking your lips, you realize that your pie cravings must somehow turn you into some kind of a sexual deviant.
>More importantly though, You must now finish what you have started.
>'When in pone...' as they say.
>Go with the flow.
>Saying nothing, you move in and give AJ a nice sloppy kiss.
>She momentarily breaks the kiss to hungrily lick up her juices from your chin, then goes right back into it.
>Immediately, you remove the your clothing, and move your rock-hard member to Applejack's waiting pussy.
>"Mmmm~. Don't keep me waitin', stud~."
>Her clit is winking rapidly, as if it's inviting you back inside.
>You slowly push your dick in, but she's so damn wet, you just slid inside completely in one deft motion.
>Fully hilted, you remain there, completely enveloped in her warmth.
>She lightly places her lips to yours, and you share a more passionate kiss.
>You break it off, and give her light pecks on each of her adorable freckles.
>She lets out cute little giggles, and nuzzles you, then you kiss her nose.
>Giving you a playful gaze, AJ bites her bottom lip as she begins grinding her hips.
>Time to get to into rhythm.
>You begin thrusting in and out of her at a steady pace.
>Despite how good this feels, you want to give her more, but this position isn't giving you much leverage.
>You pull out, and as if she read your mind, she rolls over to her stomach and raises her ass up.
>Now you're really gonna pound her pussy raw!
>Because of her overflow of fluids, you're slamming her with more force than you've ever done before.
>The wet slaps from pounding her are so audible, they're echoing inside the whole damn barn.
>Among that, her moans and whimpers are driving you into a lust frenzy.
>Ramming her vag isn't enough, you need more of her.
>Looking down, you spot your next target.
>You grab a handful of her ass, then give it a hearty smack.
>"AH~! Oh my!"
>Cue taken, you give her rear a proper slapping.
>"Don't st- ~Anh~! ~Mmph~! Don't Stop, Anon! ~Ah~! Don't you DARE stop!"
>Through her fur, her skin is turning a vague pinkish color.
>Immediately halting that action, you instead start to lightly trace your fingers around her cutie mark.
>She inhales sharply, and coos.
>Damn! You just can't get enough of dat ass!
>You wish you had more time to explore it. But, you can feel you're about to reach your clima-
>"Unh~! Anon. I-I... I'm gonna cum!"
>Well, now. This time you're going to reach the finish line together.
>Pulling out all the stops, you really give her all you got.
>Mere moments later, AJ screams in pure pleasure, as you release a gravelly roar.
>Completely hilted You release the entirety of your seed inside of her.
>Once you're sure you've given her every drop. You collapse beside one another.
>She falls with you, and your cock remains inside of her until it slips out as it recedes.
>Applejack turns to you, instinctively you wrap your arms around her, and she hugs you right back.
 
>"Anon?"
"Mmm?"
>"That was quite a ride."
"You can say that again."
>"I still don't know how you humans can last so long... But, Heh. I'm glad you do."
"Oh, I'm always happy to oblige, AJ."
>"Whew! And I gotta say. I loved way you just took charge."
>You're kind of hazy on that part...
>"At first you kinda worried me with the pie talk, but you started eyein' me, then ya just went right for it. Heheh. It really turned me on~."
>So.. You basically just pictured her pussy as an apple pie...? You weren't too far off on that account.
>Though, was the apple flavor just a part of your imagination as well? You'll have to test this on your next roll in the hay.
"Well. That's just the kind of man I am, AJ. When I see something I want? I take it!"
>She playfully jabs at your chin.
>"Hahahah! You're somethin' else, Anon. That's for darn sure."
"Hm. Yes. I'm guessing that's your 'nice' way saying I'm one crazy sumbitch."
>"Mmmhmm! aheheh!"
>Good-ness When she smiles like that. It makes your heart flutter.
"I love you, Applejack."
>"I love you too, Anon."
>You both stare into each other's eyes, and share a deep kiss.
>She then snuggles further into your embrace, lets out a yawn, and slowly drifts off to sleep.
>You really do love her, with all of your heart. And you truly cherish every moment with her.
>Feeling a slight chill from a gentle zephyr. You look around for some kind of a blanket for the both of you.
>Luckily, you spot a pretty sizable cloth within arms reach.
>However, before you cover up. You take another quick glance at her hind quarters.
>Next time, you think. You'll be craving some 'rump roast'.
 
End.