Note:
I did NOT write this. This is the property of Wiz-Anon, who for undisclosed reasons had to remove it from his pastebin.
Enjoy.
 
>You are out in the apple fields working.
>Your legs are not strong enough to buck apple trees so the Apple family gave you a job cutting down the apples that don’t fall down after a buck. You also have to carry all the filled baskets back to the farm and into the apple cellar.
>You don’t earn much, but you get by.
>It’s been three years since you came to Equestria.
>And you have begun to like these little marshmallow ponies.
>…
>Probably more than you should.
>When you told Twilight, your closest friend, about your newfound love for p0nies she just laughed.
>When you told her you were serious she got a little uneasy around you.
>It’s not like you are going to rape her.
>No you have your eyes on another mare.
>She's the most beautiful thing in the whole world.
>And she's working right beside you.
>No!
>You aren't talking about Applebloom, you're talking about her sister Applejack.
>Everything about her is perfect: Her color, her personality, her cute accent, her flank, her smell, her cutie-mark and of course her adorable hat.
>You just stand there and enjoy the moment.
>Applejack is bucking the last couple of trees for today.
>All you have to do is to wait for her to finish and you can carry the last baskets home and be done for the day.
>After six months you have finally mustered the courage to tell her how you feel.
>´I'm going to do it today` you have spent the last week telling yourself this, but you are actually going to tell her today.
>Step 1: Approach the target (Applejack)
>You walk up to her, already sweating from nervousness.
>You just stand there like an idiot not knowing what to say.
>"Hey Anon we're almost done just take the basket down in the cellar and Ah'll me ya back in the house. Ah'm starvin'."
>Fuck!
>She's leaving.
"Hey Applejack wait a second."
>Oh shit nigga what are you doing? You skipped step 2 (Make it romantic).
>"Yes Anon?"
>You are shaking.
>Straight to step 3 then.
>You make a gesture for Applejack to sit down, which she does.
>You sit down right beside her and take her hoof in your hand.
>She gives you a quizzical look.
>Okay you got this just take a deep breath.
“Applejack there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for some time now.”
>She cuts you off before you can continue.
>”Ah know.” She puts a hoof up to your mouth. “Well Ah just kinda thought that if I ignored all of the little signs ya’ll would lose interest in me.”
>Okay this isn’t going as planned.
>New plan: Beg
“Will you at least give me a chance? I know we can make this work.”
>”No I love ya but not in that way… Ya’ll are like a brother to me.”
>You can feel the tears swell up behind your eyelids.
>This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.
>It’s a long shot but maybe if you…
>You grab the back of her head with your free hand and kiss her.
>It isn’t long before she pushes you away with her front legs.
>She gets up.
>”Ah said no! Can’t we just stay friends? ” Tears are beginning to form in her eyes. “Can’t you see this is wrong? You’re a human and I’m a p0ny, it can’t be.”
>The feeling of despair and disappointment is rapidly changing into rage.
>Applejack starts to walk away.
>You grasp your knife, the one you use to harvest wheat and cut down fruit with. Applejack gave it to you.
>In one quick motion you grab Applejacks tail and pull her back and down to the ground.
>You position yourself on top of her, effectively pinning her.
>”Stop it, get off of me!”
>You don’t really know what you’re doing so you just follow your instincts.
>She’s squirming underneath you.
>You place the knife at her throat.
“Be still!” You yell.
>You aren’t afraid the Apple family will hear you; you are far away from the farm after all.
>Applejack stops moving.
>Are you really going through with this?
>With one hand you pull down your pants.
>Applejacks eyes go wide in shock as she realizes what you are doing.
>”No no no no no, anything but that.”
“It’s too late now.”
>You position your throbbing member over her ´mareparts` but she blocks the path with her legs.
“Spread them!” You say in a tone so harsh you would never have thought those words were yours.
>She is crying now between heavy sobs you can hear her “N-no… please d-don’t.”
“Spread your legs you stupid horse.”
>This is the p0ny you love, the p0ny who refused to acknowledge your feelings and she is now denying you what is rightfully yours.
>She will pay for hurting you.
“Spread them!” Your voice is filled with anger and hatred, spit lands in her face and she finally gives in.
>You spit on your member and on her marehood to better lubricate her otherwise desert-dry opening.
>You thrust forward penetrating her.
>This feeling is to die for.
>Applejack is sobbing quietly now, she ceased all attempts at fighting back.
>Probably the feeling of cold steel against her throat.
>You pick up the pace and kiss her.
>You have to fight a bit but you push your tongue into her mouth dominating her instantly.
>She tastes like apples, you love apples.
>You break the kiss and start thrusting harder.
>Applejack looks like she is in deep thought.
>She just stares out in the thin air.
>You are a bit disappointed, this isn’t her at all, the real Applejack would fight she would try to break free.
>You shrug and continue your demeaning act.
>Every thrust brings you closer to the edge, but there’s still a long way to go, the dryness isn’t helping.
>Applejack stiffens her sobbing and looks you straight into your eyes.
>You stop for a moment and look back.
>You can see everything she feels: Her fear, her anger, her hatred and her…
>Determination.
>Oh no.
>Before you can move the knife away from her throat she pushes forward.
>The blood sprays up on your face and shirt.
>It runs down her coat.
>You stop.
>Your whole world stops.
>Everything is silent – dead.
>You feel cold.
>You just killed everything you loved.
>She was your life – your love.
>The tears run down your face.
>Your sobs are the only thing that can be heard in the small clearing.
 
>You feel something warm.
>You look down and see that a lot of your loves blood has flowed down to her crotch.
>The warm wet feeling keeps you erect.
>You were close to coming before Applejack trusted herself into your knife.
>Slow but steady you start moving again.
>This is wrong.
>Really wrong.
>But it feels so right – so good.
>Your thrusts become more rhythmic.
>The blood is incredible it makes this so much easier.
>This is better than anything you have ever felt in your life.
>The sensation just keeps growing.
>Your pace picks up.
>Harder, faster.
>Rinse, clean, repeat.
>You can feel yourself getting closer, even though the corroding blood makes it hard to move around inside of her.
>You pull out.
>You want more.
>You need more.
>You remember something you heard about back on Earth.
>You take the knife to Applejacks face.
>You press the knife into her eye socket and ´pop` out the eye.
>Using the knife you take out some excess flesh and bone.
>You take your member up to the empty eye socket.
>Slowly you lower the head down onto your dick.
>The freshly cut flesh is dripping with blood making the penetration much easier.
>You go through the hole in the skull and into the brain.
>It’s hard at first but you find a way to enter the brain.
>The fat is incredible; it’s moist, wet and it has just the right consistency.
>You work your hips while you bop the head up and down on your erect member.
>Every time you enter Applejack’s head you hit the brain in a new and exciting way.
>With each new sensation you come closer to hitting the edge.
>It isn’t as tight as Applejack’s marehood but it works just fine.
>You’re panting and sweating now.
>You are just about to release.
>You lay back and you only move the head now.
>The muzzle hits your balls each time you push the head down which just adds to the fantastic sensation.
>With a groan you release inside.
>She’s still warm so you stay inside until her body heat is gone.
>You slowly pull out.
>You glance at your dick.
>It’s covered in blood, semen and brain mass. It even has a few bruises from when you pushed against the exposed bone.
>You take a look down at your dead love.
>She did fight; she thought that you wouldn’t continue if she was dead, she thought she could stop you from taking what belongs to you.
>In the end you are the victor.
>You swing her body over your shoulder and walk towards The Everfree Forest.
>You have to dispose of the body.
>You would want her to have a proper funeral, but seeing as you are covered in her blood no one would believe she killed herself.
>Yes that’s right SHE killed herself, not you.
>´This should be far enough` you think to yourself when you dump the body in the forest.
>The wildlife should take care of the rest.
>You take a look down at yourself.
>You are still covered in blood so you find a little stream and wash yourself.
>Now all you need is an alibi.
>Fluttershy’s cottage isn’t too far from here.
>It’s about time you told her your fetish anyway.