APPLESACK INDEX: http://pastebin.com/drgxqEqF
APPLESACK PART 2: http://pastebin.com/fBgrTY9W
 
 
 
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i was on applesabbatical
 
 
 
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>> [] Anonymous  01/30/14(Thu)16:59 No.16001626
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[editor's note: Saul crying and eating a sandwich]
 
I miss applesack...
 
 
 
>> [] Anonymous  01/30/14(Thu)17:43 No.16002268
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>>16001866 (You)
 
Lurker/Drawfag here.
Dun drew something in your honor
Critique (or whatever) welcome, and if ya guys like it, I could draw some more.
 
There goes my post virginity
 
 
 
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>> [] Story Time! Part 7 Anonymous  02/02/14(Sun)18:39 No.16067667
>You have two options:
 
>Option 1:
>You are sent to Equestria.
>You are the only one of your kind and is easily accepted into Equestrian society.
>You can become friends with all the ponies you've ever wanted to, and live an easy life.
>The catch is, sex does not exist.
>You will still have your junk, but the ponies will not have anything.
>You cannot convince them to do anything sexual. If you do, you will be sent back to earth.
 
>Option 2:
>Your favorite pony is sent to you, scared and tired.
>She will be affected by the reality-jump for a while, but in time she will grow on you.
>Sex exists, and she will fall in love with you eventually.
>No one but you can know of her existence in this world.
>If even one other person finds out, she will be taken away never to be seen again.
>She won't know that the reason she can't see her friends anymore is because you made a choice.
>You can choose to tell her of your actions one day; but that is purely your decision.
 
>What is your choice /mlp/?
 
Stories Written so far:
>O.1: To Equestria by Trenchcoat! (UnO.T), by Iamodd !YpNb7Wi76c
>O.2: Lyra Sauce, by Lyrafag
>Pinkie Pie On Earth, by Veradux
>O.2: The Royal Plot Package, by RPP
>O.2: TGAPTrixie Has Arrived, by Trixiefag
>Student Teacher (W/ REBOOT ED.), ~Twifag
>O.3? Anon is Rarity Delivered, ~Anon
>O.2: Suddenly, Fluttershy?, ~Neham
>O.2: Onyx and Agate, ~Clarissa
>O.2: The Classical Octavia, ~Obzedat
>O.2: Sol Incarnate, ~Frozen_writefag
>O.2: The Princess Of The Cabin, ~The Dubs Menace
>O.1: Gettin' On The Farm, ~Applejack fan
>And others will be uploaded soon!
http://pastebin.com/u/FrankHogs555
 
Fanon art
http://imgur.com/a/VwuzX
 
>Applesack, ~Anon
http://pastebin.com/drgxqEqF
 
>Link to original threads:
http://archive.heinessen.com/mlp/thread/S15733336
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>> [] applesack  Anonymous  02/02/14(Sun)19:31 No.16069061
 
applefag here
writing up a recap because of how i retconned a part of applesack that i decided sucked >>16068546 ->
 
>option 2
>receive, bathe, feed, and calm a neurotic AJ
>teach her a bit about earth tech and culture
>in return she teaches you about apples and good cooking
>and pisses all over your bathroom floor at 4 am
>go grocery shopping, scope out some secluded outdoor places
>return to an existential crisis which you solve via brushie and wrestling
>do research on the option thread, coming out mostly empty-handed
>currently trying to stop a budding video game addiction
 
 
 
>> [] Anonymous  02/03/14(Mon)21:35 No.16092193
 
>>16069061 (You)
>You briefly consider saying something, but it's not very likely to end well.
>AJ's not the kind of pony to suddenly pick herself up and apologize.
>Better not give the phone back to her yet, either, though. Wouldn't want to dig your grave any deeper.
>"Anon, you done with the phone yet?"
>Too late, she noticed.
>It's not a very optimistic question, and AJ says it with irritation in her voice.
"I am, but I don't want to give the phone back to you, because you're acting immature and this is only going to get worse."
>"What in the hay...?"
>She starts fuming.
>"Just what in tarnation are you trying to pull here, Anon?!"
"I'm not 'pulling' anything, Applejack. You're having a temper tantrum over a little video game, and I'm nipping this misbehaviour in the bud, before it gets out of hand."
>Gotta draw a line in the sand. Bullshit is intolerable.
>"Misbehaviour? Oh, Sun scorch it all, I'm out of here."
"What?"
>You turn in your swivel chair again to see Applebutt clambering off the bed.
"Out of where?"
>"Out of here. Your house. I'm leaving."
>She's left your bedroom, headed for the stairs.
"What? Are you crazy?!"
>You jump up after her. Not a running pace, but faster than walking.
"You can't go out there! You don't know what the world is like!"
>She's taking very harsh, deliberate steps, so it's not very hard to catch up with her.
>"I'm sure I'll figure it out on my own, thanks."
>Thick acid dripped from each word.
"You can't go!"
>"Can't I? Wasn't it you who said something about being able to leave any time?"
>She's got you there, brah.
"Just think about what you're doing for a second, AJ."
>You reach out and put a hand on her back, in an effort to impart some kind of personal touch to the conversation.
>Applejack's head whips around, sending her ponytail into a bounce.
>"And there's another thing, why do you have to keep touching me all the time, Anon?!"
"...W-what?"
>"Ever since I got here, you can't keep your hands off me!"
>How is this even a problem?
 
 
 
>> [] applesack  Anonymous  02/04/14(Tue)18:44 No.16107621
 
>>16092193 (You)
>She doesn't like you touching her?
>What.
>Applejack starts back down the stairs, as though stopping you in your tracks gave her some petty satisfaction.
"How is my touching you even relevant to anything?"
>She doesn't stop.
"And it's not like you had any problem with it last night, anyway, when you had me scrubbing your ass clean!"
>Now she stops.
>For a brief moment, the intensity with which the two of you are suddenly going at the argument strikes you.
>It's enough for AJ's menacing stomp back up the stairs to intimidate you into shuffling backwards.
>"What did y'all just say, Anon?"
"Well, look, I just--"
>Before you know it you're up against a wall, with a four-foot pony standing in front of you.
>Stance wide, ears down, pupils contracted. Bearing teeth, even.
>God, she is SEETHING.
>"Ah said, what did y'all say to me?!"
>The way AJ's accent becomes stronger when she's mad is a little unsettling, like she's ready to burst and it's leaking out at the seams.
"Look, can you just calm down and think about what you're doing for a second?"
>"Don't try to change the subject on me, Anon."
"No, YOU don't change the subject! Can we all just sit down and think about what's going on here?"
>"I know damn well what's going on here!"
"Which is why you're so eager to just run out into the unknown and hope for the best, right?"
>Regaining your senses, you start resisting against AJ's oncoming front.
>In the back of your mind you make sure to try to angle yourself out of the edge of the room, so she can't back you into a corner.
>Applejack can't come up with a retort quick enough, so you're back on the offense.
"I've told you before, you have no idea what it's like out there, and even I don't know what people might do to you!"
>The two of you make slow circles around each other.
>"You keep saying 'out there' like it's some kinda dangerous place, and yet you got yer buckin' groceries just fine! It can't be as bad as the horsefeathers I have to put up with in here!"
 
 
 
>> [] applesack  Anonymous  02/06/14(Thu)19:14 No.16144840
 
>>16107621 (You)
"What does that even mean, the 'horsefeathers' you put up with in here?"
>You've been nothing if not hospitable, but something inside you tells you that yelling that fact would just make this argument a pointless shouting match.
>Not that it's all that far from that kind of thing already.
>"You think I'm stupid, Anon? Y'all are keepin' me locked up in here like a prisoner, refusin' to let me do anything! For all I know we ain't even on your Earth and this is all a freaky magic show!"
>AJ's face is red, and her cheeks are puffed up in a huff, as though she resents your height difference.
>She's breathing heavy and so are you, but neither is willing to stand down.
>You know you certainly can't, but Applejack is sure to have that same conviction.
"Is that what this is? You think I'm abducting you, playing some kind of sick joke?"
>"That's exactly what I think is going on, Anon."
>She spits your name at you, and you flinch when you feel it impacting your chest.
>You stop circling around AJ, the two of you now having done almost a 180.
"Seeing the show didn't do it for you? All of my hospitality? When I spent hours cleaning your fucking piss from my bathroom floor, that meant nothing?!"
>Your hands are starting to shake, and you're boiling over.
>Applejack stays silent, but in response rips your lanyard off her neck with her teeth, tearing the fabric chain in one powerful movement.
>The clatter of metal link against metal as your trinket hits the carpet triggers hot tears in your eyes.
>You clench and unclench your fists as AJ turns around in a huff. In a warbly voice, you begin again.
"Look. You want the phone? You want to talk? Let's talk. You want to see outside? I'll show you outside."
>You take a step forward.
"J-just please, calm down, and let's talk this out."
>You reach your hand out, to touch, comfort, gesture, anything to show that you're not playing around.
>Applejack is shaking a little, and her tail is starting to twitch.
>She doesn't turn around.
 
 
 
>> [] applesack  Anonymous  02/06/14(Thu)22:29 No.16148133
 
>>16144840 (You)
>You hesitate, thinking better of your tendency to approach by touch, remembering suddenly how you'd been called out on this very thing.
>You begin to retract, starting to plan a different approach in your head.
>AJ's tail, however, had other things in mind.
>With a careless flick it flies up high enough to flip into your open hand.
>Uh oh.
>What happens next, happens in a blur, one that only sheer adrenaline allows you to process at all.
>AJ's shuddering form whips its head around, and a face that wasn't quite Applejack's, contorted by rage, yells some words at you in an unsettlingly Southern twang.
>"WHAT'D AH TELL Y'ALL ABOUT TOUCHIN' ME ANON?!"
>You feel a pair of battering rams lift you off your feet and into the air.
>FUUUCK
>Something between a grunt and a yelp is forced out of your mouth.
"HROAH"
>Gravity changes direction in a way that you're not very comfortable with.
>Every muscle in your body tenses up for the impact your instincts know is coming.
>An odd angle comes up to meet your shoulder, glancing off it and digging into your back.
>Wait, that's not what floors do.
>Your legs swing over your body and hit the handrail of the stairs, banging against each wooden baluster as they go down.
>The way it bends your back is excruciatingly painful, but you don't have enough air in your lungs to give more than a squeaky wheeze.
>You tumble into a face-down position and bump your way down to the landing, flipping onto your back partway down.
>You hit the wall at the base of the stairs legs first, and come to rest in a remarkably uncomfortable position.
>Someone somewhere says something, but you can't tell who or what or where.
>You try to take in a deep breath, but you can't, something really heavy is sitting on your chest.
>"--on, quit foolin' around."
>You wheeze something in response.
>"Anon?"
>Black spots burn holes in your vision.
>"Oh Celestia, no."
>The last thing you register before losing consciousness is a loud orange bloom, fading to black.
 
 
 
>> [] applesack  Anonymous  02/08/14(Sat)19:32 No.16183596
 
>>16148133 (You)
>You awaken with a sharp inhale, and immediately regret it as a spiderweb of pain sizzles in your chest.
>Your eyes are greeted by white ceiling, somewhere high above you.
>There's a high-pitched drone buzzing from inside your ears, making the air around them feel fuzzy and thick.
>Your back rests on some hard, unforgiving bars--the stairs, right--and one of your legs is bent underneath you in a really uncomfortable position.
>Did you fall unconscious?
>How long were you out?
>The question suddenly grips you as the most important thing in the universe, so you resolve to devote all your effort to figuring it out.
>Where do you have time devices? Stove, computer, phone...
>Phone. Your phone is in your pocket. Is it broken? You hope it's not broken.
>You can feel it jabbing into your side, so there's a chance it hasn't snapped in half during the fall.
>Your left arm, splayed out above you but not terribly banged up, seems to be operational.
>Down it goes, slowly, trying not to disturb your whining shoulder.
>You slip your hand into your jeans pocket, and try to angle the phone out.
>Don't want to put the hand in too far, that would be too much movement. But you really have to get your phone.
>There, phone retrieved.
>You lift it to your face and unlock it gingerly.
>...Why did you get out your phone again?
>You sleep it again, and drop your hand to your side.
>Man, what time is it?
>You lift your arm up to your face. Phone says 13:18.
>That's... one in the afternoon.
>Arm down again. Now what?
>You let out a listless sigh, but it quickly turns into a groan when gravity starts pulling on your chest.
>Somewhere, a sack of rocks clatters to the ground and some thumps and scrapes are heard.
>"Anon?!"
>A yellow-orange thing--Applejack?--comes galloping out of the kitchen.
>"Oh, Anon, thank Celestia, Anon, you're still alive."
>Hello, Applejack. How's it going.
>She's got something on her back as she approaches. Something wrapped up in one of your kitchen towels.
 
 
 
>> [] Anonymous  02/08/14(Sat)20:27 No.16184709
 
>>16183596 (You)
oh applesack, you're always worth the wait
 
 
 
>> [] Anonymous  02/08/14(Sat)22:20 No.16187389
 
>>16183596 (You)
whats in the box applesack?
 
 
 
>> [] Anonymous  02/08/14(Sat)23:12 No.16188469
 
>>16183596 (You)
>"Come on, Anon, help me lift up your shirt!"
>Her face looks relieved, but her voice has a hint of panic.
>She's breathing fast and heavy, approaching hyperventilation.
>Oh, right, she must be worried about you.
>You try to lift up your shirt.
>HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK YOUR CHEST HURTS
>The action of rolling up the shirt jostles you enough to bring tears to your eyes.
>Somehow you manage to refrain from yelling out, though you have to mouth a silent "fuck".
>Applejack takes the towel off her back, and now you can see she's put a bunch of ice cubes in a plastic bag, and wrapped that in the towel.
>You look down at your exposed, aching chest.
>You can make out two large U-shaped welts, already darkening a little from the bruising.
>AJ is about to place the ice on your chest, but you stop her.
"No, no... Pain."
>She narrows her eyes at you.
>"It's just some ice, Anon, it ain't gon--"
>You shush her again, and lift a finger, trying to have her pause while you gather your thoughts.
"Pain... medication. My bathroom... There's a box. Big box. Lots of teeny boxes, bottles, tubes in it. Find a little bottle--little orange bottle--one that says... hydrocodone. Tiny little white pills. H Y D R O... C O..."
>AJ is already gone. You call the last few letters up the stairs, as soon as you can remember what they are.
>The ice pack is easily within your reach, so you get it. It's pretty heavy, there's a lot of ice in it.
>You don't really want to leave that on your chest, it might hurt.
"Water... AJ, bring me some water, too."
>"Water!"
>What comes next?
>It's terribly difficult to concentrate for some reason.
>You try to move yourself into at least a sitting position.
>You can slowly untangle your awkward, aching legs, and there's little wrong with them beyond bruises.
>However, sitting upright is painful, because it puts pressure on your chest that you can't be bothered to figure out the physics of right now.
>You scootch to one side of the stairs and lean against the wall.
 
 
 
>> [] applesack  Anonymous  02/09/14(Sun)02:18 No.16192113
 
>>16188469 (You)
>Getting bucked in the chest hurts like a bitch.
>Like you-should-seek-medical-attention hurts.
>Your chest is throbbing, and you might have broken ribs.
>You have no idea what broken ribs feel like, but it's probably not very healthy to have that kind of shit around.
>As Applejack descends the stairs, holding a cup in her teeth by the rim, you ask yourself, what else is wrong with you?
>Legs, chest, and a big headache.
>Well, no shit, you just toppled headfirst down some stairs.
>Is that grounds for a concussion?
>What are concussions like? You don't think you've had those either.
>You check the pill bottle AJ gives you.
>Yep, it's your leftover prescription of hydrocodone-acetaminophen, from some mouth surgery a while back. Vicodin, probably, but you have no idea where they write that shit on the bottle.
>Doesn't say Vicodin on the tabs.
>Oh, whatever. You pop one--pace yourself--in your mouth and reach for the cup.
>"How are those little white pills going to help you, the hydro do-cones or whatever?"
"No idea. They have chemical in them that makes me hurt less. Opioids or whatever. Makes my head ignore how much it hurts, for a while."
>There's another six or seven in the bottle. Should last a while if you pace yourself. Shame to waste it now, though.
>Alright, where to next?
>You need to rest. Lie down somewhere and sleep the pain off.
>You also need to figure out how to tell if you have any broken bones.
"AJ, you ever break a rib before?"
>She settles down and looks at you, then hems and haws for a bit.
>"Uh, once or twice. Mighty painful stuff... D-did I do that to you?"
>You frown, and that does nothing to uncrease her worried brow.
"I don't know. We'll find out. Right now, I need you to help me. We can discuss things later. Look, my human ribs are right here."
>You slowly draw the outline of your ribcage on your chest, the pain in your neck and shoulders discouraging a faster pace.
"I want you to prod at them and see if any of them feel broken."
 
 
 
>> [] Anonymous  02/09/14(Sun)02:40 No.16192480
 
>>16192113 (You)
Applefag, this Applesack story is something I really enjoy. I hope you don't get tired of being a writefag.
Not that hoping will do anything, but you know...
 
 
 
 
>> [] applesack  Anonymous  02/09/14(Sun)02:55 No.16192751
 
>>16192113 (You)
"If you find any place that feels too tender, or I start yelping, we'll know that's a problem."
>Applejack nods.
>She's clearly letting you take charge of the situation.
>Probably because she's been scared shitless by what's just happened.
>Man, Anon, how are you still operating?
>Is it the adrenaline? Are you just that much of a trooper?
>You feel achy and exhausted.
>You should probably be angry at the set of hooves in front of you, being that they pushed you down the stairs and all.
>But they're not all that hostile right now and you could use all the help you can get.
>AJ starts jabbing at your almost in-shape figure, and you grit your teeth.
>In reality, she's actually very gingerly poking her hooves at your chest, but it might as well have been daggers for all the sizzling marks it left in your nerves.
>You force yourself to concentrate on the pain, so that you don't miss any deviations.
>It's excruciating work, and your clench fists bear white knuckles as testament.
>Applejack finishes her inspection, and wipes a fresh layer of sweat from her head with a forehoof.
>"Nothing too weird to me, Anon."
"Same. Nothing especially tender, besides the welts."
>So you might have some bruised ribs, then. That's what, a month of recovery?
>Your tailbone starts feeling stiff, and you decide that getting off the landing onto your couch would be a logical next step.
"AJ, I want to move to the couch. I think I need your help."
>"Of course, Anon."
"Grab the cup, the pills, and the phone, and take them to the coffee table."
>It's done, wordlessly.
>In the meantime you start to lift/turn yourself up onto hands and knees.
>AJ returns just as you realize how little your shoulders want to support that kind of weight.
>You can get to your feet with moderate effort, but the gut-wrenching sizzle in your chest forces you to lean on the railing, gripping it tightly.
>Applejack quickly gets the message, and offers her head and back as a support by tossing her hat aside.
 
 
 
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>> [] applesack  Anonymous  02/11/14(Tue)17:11 No.16237750
 
>>16192751 ->
>The two of you settle into a kind of slow hobble across the room, with you putting a lot more of your weight on AJ than yourself.
>She takes it like a champ, though, not even batting an eye.
>When she looks over at you, she puts on a weak smile, over her mask of scared determination.
>You make it to the couch without incident and plop yourself down on the cushions.
>It happens a little too quickly, making your head spin.
>You stop, blink once--twice--and shake your head.
>What did you want to do on the couch again?
>Jesus, why is it so hard to think?
>Well, you just fell down--were kicked down--some stairs, basically headfirst.
>Do you have a concussion?
>What are concussions like? You don't think you've ever had any.
>Headache comes back for another wave, and you drop your elbows onto the coffee table to catch your head in your hands.
>Man, what you wouldn't give to have this just stop right now.
>"Anon? Are... you alright?"
>Applejack pipes up out of nowhere, a little too loud. You wince at the sudden volume.
>Before the thought even crosses your mind to respond, she interrupts you again.
>"Who am I kidding, of course you're not fine... Celestia, how could I be so stupid?"
>"I just... I got really angry, and I was acting selfish, and... and..."
>AJ tries to hug you, hesitates, inches further, pauses again, and finally decides just to lay a hoof on your leg.
>"Please, Anon, I swear I didn't mean it."
"Look, Applejack."
>She looks.
"Right now, I am a little mad, yeah. I've just been roughly sent down my stairs."
>Her ears drop, and her gaze drifts away from you.
"But more than that, right now I hurt everywhere, and I think I have a concussion."
>She slinks really low at this, and you realize what you said.
"Ugh, what I mean is, right now, I... need time to rest. You win. Do whatever. We'll talk later."
>You lie back on the couch, and toss AJ your phone.
>Sighing, you shut your eyes.
>Maybe you can sleep the pain off, or at least lie out the brunt of it.
 
 
 
>> [] applesack  Anonymous  02/11/14(Tue)19:19 No.16239783
 
>>16237750 (You)
>AJ gingerly places the toweled ice pack on your chest, having removed some of the ice.
>Thanks, Applejack.
>No use in trying to sleep now, so you try to spend the time thinking about things.
>So what is there really to think about?
>Applejack just threw you down the stairs, there's that.
>You want to be mad, because that feels like it might be the proper response, but the only emotion you can really conjure up is disoriented.
>She sounded sorry, which is good, but you're not particularly happy, either.
>You manage to provoke a little bit of fear when you realize that you used the words "do whatever" and AJ might interpret that as being allowed to leave.
>But then again, if she fucks up, serves her right for not listening to you and kicking you down the stairs. Shit's going to be aching for weeks.
>But that's no way to treat the situation, is it? You're not going to disown your newborn baby when it does something like shit in your hand or vomit on your shirt.
>Is that what the pony is to you? Your baby?
>She's a strong independent pony (who don't need no man, lel). She raises barns. She ploughs fields and feeds probably hundreds of ponies.
>But at the same time, she knows nothing about Earth. She's your responsibility.
>Which is why you were well within your rights to reprimand her for her behaviour.
>But there's gotta be a less violent way of resolving this stuff. Your chest groans in agreement.
>Oh, it's just Applejack taking the ice off your chest.
>Thanks, AJ. You're a pal.
>What, a blanket, too? You're too kind.
>
>You drift in and out of naps for the next little while.
>Stinging pain keeps waking you up every time you so much as move, but you stir a couple of times to the odd taste of nap in your mouth, so you guess that at least some time has passed.
>At least it's not constantly throbbing, though.
>You think you'll probably have some Tylenol or Aleve before bed, and keep the remaining hydro for when shit gets out of hand. You don't have much left.
 
 
 
>> [] applesack  Anonymous  02/15/14(Sat)00:22 No.16298910
 
>>16239783 (You)
>You still ache everywhere, but now the hydrocodone has kicked in, and you're feeling somewhat refreshed.
>Refreshed? Were you exhausted before?
>You didn't really feel tired, but you guess that that shit at 4 am was going to make you crash sooner or later.
>Biting back the aches, you peel back the blanket and check under your shirt.
>Oooh, shit, that looks painful.
>You approach the large welts with a careful finger.
>SHITSHITSHIT
>Yes, it's still tender. It's a wonder that your shirt didn't chafe the shit out of you.
>It's fairly soft as far as your shirts go, and you're not a plebian when it comes to laundry so you know how to get that softness, but damn, man, these welts.
>Amazing how both hooves got you in the chest, too.
>You'd think that horses just sort of aim in your general direction, but looks like AJ has this precision business down to a tee.
>You slip your shirt back down with as much care as one uses to handle a half-finished game of Jenga, and decide to test the waters by sitting up.
>It's feasible, but your chest isn't really liking it one bit.
>Maybe you do have fractured ribs, and you and AJ missed something before?
>Your phone is lying on the table.
>You pick it up and check the time, and it does that thing where the old time stays up for a fraction of a second before updating to the present time.
>13:18 turns into 14:49. Some unusually slow mental math tells you've napped for the better part of an hour and a half.
>Wait, wasn't that the same time when you checked before? On the stairs?
>So Applejack didn't even touch the phone while you were out.
>You look around for the orange beast, and find her curled up on the armchair.
>It takes very little effort to imagine her curled up the same way in your lap, you running your fingers through her fur, her being cute and shit.
>Eat your horsefucking heart out, /mlp/.
>You can't keep down a smile, a downright shit-eating grin cramping your cheeks and pushing your eyes into a bit of a squint.
 
 
 
>> [] applesack  Anonymous  02/17/14(Mon)00:26 No.16342080
 
>>16298910 (You)
>As though suddenly aware she was being watched, Applejack cracks an eye open.
>The pupils contract quickly, adjusting to the light, and focus in on you.
>"Well, hey there, sleepyhead. Rest up nice?"
>She flashes you a small grin of her own, and for a second your chest doesn't really hurt.
"Well enough. Head doesn't hurt as much."
>"That's... that's good."
>The smile fades. You realize why.
>AJ rolls off her side onto her belly, tucking her hooves under her sides.
>She's avoiding your gaze. None of that trademark Apple pride is shining through.
>"You're not mad at me... are you?"
>Well, what the hell. The conversation had to happen sometime.
"Applejack."
>Reluctantly, she looks up at you.
>You pat the spot on the couch beside you.
"Come sit here with me."
>She does, head hanging low.
>Not mournfully low, but enough to make her slouching evident.
>This won't do at all.
>The first thing you do once she is seated beside you is to wrap your arm around her shoulder--or thereabouts--and lean her against your side.
>Though she's only maybe 4 feet tall standing, her body has some length to it, and her neck isn't something to be trifled with either, so she'd be up to about your shoulders if her back was straight.
>She's too surprised by the sudden contact to do anything, so you continue speaking.
"Look, I know that things got a little heated back there. We both said some things and did some things that, upon reflection, we'd rather not have. So yeah, I'm a little mad, naturally."
>Applejack shifts uncomfortably, unsure of what to expect.
"But I could never stay mad at you. Do you know why?"
>She lifts her head in lieu of a response.
"Because I am incredibly lucky to have you."
"By all rights, you shouldn't exist. This Earth I live on, it isn't Equestria. There're no magical ponies hanging around, no horse goddess raising the sun, no dragons or weatherponies or magic or anything."
"It's a world based on well-known physics, with nothing up its sleeves, no trickery."
 
 
 
>> [] applesack  Anonymous  02/19/14(Wed)19:50 No.16389076
 
>>16342080 (You)
"But here you are, in my arms right now."
>You squeeze lightly to emphasize your point, and immediately regret the effect it has on your chest. You have to settle for rubbing her shoulder and foreleg lightly, the universal gesture for light-but-meaningful hug.
"I don't really have an explanation for how any of this happened, or where to go from here. But I can say that I'm not going to let a little anger cloud my vision, when something as unique as a pony drops into my lap."
"You mean a lot more to me than a trip down the stairs, AJ."
>You look down at her to see her eyes peel away from you, and she stares at nothing in particular as your words process in her head.
>"I... I just got so scared, Anon, when I saw you lying there, not moving..."
>She gulps, as though the words are stuck in her throat.
>Part of you wants to let her let it all out, but you would kinda rather not think about it.
>The only memory of the incident that's coming to you with any ease is the sickening feeling of fresh pain that wasn't there before.
>"The entire argument was just all so stupid, and I started panicking, and--"
"Shh. Shhhh. It's okay, Applejack. Let's just... not talk about it."
>You go for a second squeeze-hug, and the pain isn't as sharp, so you press on.
>As a validation of your efforts, you feel a hoof slip around your back and lightly squeeze. AJ's head snugs into your side.
>"...I'm real sorry for what I put you through, Anon."
"You're already forgiven."
>If there was a way to pronounce the smiley face emote, you probably would right now.
>AJ wouldn't even know what that would mean, but whatever. Shit'd be poignant.
>Speaking of that, when should you show her the internet?
>Hey, would it be okay to let her chat with people? Is that against the rules?
>It did say something like, 'Nobody can know she exists.' So if she pretends to be someone else...?
>Worth investigating. Maybe she can have friends after all.
>You snap back to reality. Applejack is smiling up at you.
 
 
 
>> [] Anonymous  02/20/14(Thu)00:35 No.16393532
File: 1392874528643.jpg-(295 KB, 666x1170, 1381540457726.jpg)
[editor's note: beaten-up ponka saying "i still love you"]
 
>>16389076 (You)
Bueno, but a small post for a three days wait.
 
 
 
>> [] Anonymous  02/20/14(Thu)01:22 No.16394239
 
applefag here, burning the midnight oil
 
>>16393532
i know, i know, i'm sorry; extra sorry, in fact, to everyone, and especially to you, anon
i don't write by volume, but more by inspiration, so content will not always equate time waited to dispense that content
this past week was some tumultuous inspirational constipation, a deadly combination of "a part that i know i'm not going to like ahead of time" and "the only situations that arise naturally are ones that either suck or require anon to be an elegant motherfucker"
 
fortunately i was fed a little bit of idea ex-lax by TF and some other bros over in the IRC, and the effects have slowly pushed me over the hump and started churning this blockage of words and thoughts into something i can now safely excrete
i'll try to get back to pre-applesabbatical levels of posting sometime soon, but it'll take some work on my part
suffice to say that we're out of the woods at this point and should all go well, this event will not repeat
 
tl;dr: whatever it was that was making applesack slow is gone now and applesack is jamming the accelerator as fast as its injured legs can handle
 
also, that picture, mang
you cut me deep
[spoiler]i'm cry[/spoiler]
 
 
 
>> [] Anonymous  02/20/14(Thu)01:30 No.16394328
 
>>16394239 (You)
Oh wow, thanks for such the heartfelt apology/and or explanation man, you do your best yo.
 
Also wow this picture supplied me with a lot more kicks than i thought it would.
 
Fuck yeah.
 
 
 
>> [] Anonymous  02/20/14(Thu)01:36 No.16394393
File: 1392878183066.png-(Spoiler Image, 151 KB, 911x876)
 
>>16394239 (You)
it's okay applesackanon
[spoiler]I'll always love you[/spoiler]
 
 
 
>> [] Anonymous  02/20/14(Thu)02:04 No.16394749
File: 1392879890640.png-(370 KB, 900x900, 41364__safe_artist-speccy(...).png)
 
>>16394239 (You)
 
Here since beginning of your story. Still coming back because of you and some of clarissas..
 
i wuv you applefag. you're great.
 
 
 
>> [] applesack  Anonymous  02/21/14(Fri)00:56 No.16409233
 
>>16389076 (You)
>Whatever your extemporization sounded like, it seems to have worked.
>You've calmed the pony, at least for the time being.
>The smile she's showing is a weak one, but it's there, and maybe you can do something to get her mind off of it.
>You extricate yourself from the hooves and take a deep breath.
"Well, it's almost three in the afternoon, no use in sitting here moping. What do you want to do, Applejack?"
>She opens her mouth, and then pauses, evidently unable to think of something. Then you get a shrug.
>What is there to do, even?
"Well, I guess, there's, uh, there's the TV. We could watch some movies. I might have some old board games packed away somewhere."
>AJ mulled over these options, not looking all that satisfied, but then her eyes suddenly lit up.
>"I... Say, what about all that baking stuff you bought today? Didn't you say you had a plan for that?"
>Baking stuff?
>Oh, right, the flour and pie plates and shit.
>What WAS your plan for that?
>Probably to let AJ bake, you guess. She's a baker, isn't she?
>Not like there's all that much else to do with all those fucking apples, lel.
>You find yourself facing AJ's smile again, and she's got a glint in her eyes like she's... excited.
>Still down about what'd just transpired, but getting better by the second.
>It's infectious, just being around her like this, and it doesn't take long for you to let out a 'Sure, why not?'
>"Well, let's see what's cooking, then!"
>Applejack hops off the couch quickly, and then looks to you as though wanting to help.
>You thank her, but use the coffee table to get up on your legs.
>They seem to work, though they feel longer than you're used to. Maybe you really do have a concussion.
>Your chest groans from all the sudden movement, but it's more of a dull creak than anything at this point.
>You motion for Applejack to take point, and she does after retrieving her hat.
>You hobble after her into the kitchen, and when you arrive she's already digging around in your pantry.
 
 
 
>> [] applesack  Anonymous  02/21/14(Fri)11:47 No.16414937
 
>>16409233 (You)
>How does she know where...?
>Oh, that's right, she was there with you when you were putting everything away today.
>And she's already made that chili.
>You helped.
>...It was mostly her.
>"Wew, go' yuhh fhann herr--" *ptfoo* "--like a bump on a log, Anon, come and help!"
>Jesus, that's a fast turnaround.
>She must... really love apples?
>"Anon, hey! Y'all all right in there?"
"Hmm huh what?"
>"Y'all've just been standing there for minutes, just staring at me. Everything alright?"
>Minutes? Fuck.
>Your eyes focus in on Applejack, and she's already got some kind of crust batter thing going.
>The flour's been opened--surprisingly neatly--and there are a bunch of baking things and whitish powders everywhere.
"Minutes? Fuck."
>"Do you want to sit down or something? I can probably do all this myself anyway..."
"No, no, I just... I'm having trouble concentrating. Concussion, probably. Here, what can I help with?"
>"You sure you shouldn't rest some more, or, I don't know, see a doctor? You do have doctors, right?"
"No. Yes. Damn, I mean, yeah, we have doctors, no, I don't need rest. I just rested a whole bunch, I don't feel like resting any more. Tell me what to do."
>"Well, if you say so. Wanna start cutting the apples?"
"Sure. How do you want them cut?"
>Applejack smiles wide at this, as though she's proud that you're smart enough to ask.
>"You wanna cut them all-around, like you would for eating, but really thin."
>She raises her hooves and brings them really close to show you that she means really thin.
"Man, what are we making?"
>"Oh, well, it's, uh... It's kinda like a casserole, I guess? I'm not sure what to call it, I picked it up from some Apples that live way up north. Now that I think about it, I'm not even sure how they grew apples in that weather..."
>Apple casserole. Is that an actual thing?
>Man, literally, whatever. Why the hell not. Let's make apple casserole.
>You grab a cutting board, an apple, and a large knife.
"So, like, this thin, right?"
 
 
 
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>> [] applesack  Anonymous 03/02/14(Sun)01:00 No.16565858
 
applefag back from the grave
told you guys it wasn't over
 
high time for a recap, don'tcha think?
>option 2: want ponk, receive applehorse instead
>after some rough patches, get on good terms, and teach her about the world
>go shopping next day, come back to an existential crisis
>perform brushie and wrestling to help her get out of it
>after lunch, go research thread while aj plays vidya
>aj gets addicted and lashes out when you try to stop it
>kicks you down the fucking stairs, now you hurt everywhere
>currently making things better (?) by baking together
 
actual story bit inbound
again, sincerest apologies for being a dickbutt and not updating
i was just kinda not feeling like it and applesack is 2huge anyway
 
 
 
>> [] applesack  Anonymous 03/02/14(Sun)01:01 No.16565883
 
>>16565858
>"That's perfect, Anon. Keep going."
>
>"...And then you brush the leftover egg on the top, to get it all nice and brown later... And then you can sprinkle a little sugar on top, and it'll make the crust nice and sweet. Then we just toss it in the oven."
>Holy shit, how many apple things have you baked today?
>There was the casserole, then some turnovers or something, and then what seemed to be apple-caramel cookies, using some butterscotch chips or some shit that you forgot you had.
>And now there's this pie being slipped into your preheated oven.
>Not that you're tired of any of it, and it's all absolutely delicious, but that's half the flour gone, and most of the apples.
>An unsustainable rate of consumption if there ever was one. You're going to need a LOT of apples.
>The scale of her farm operation must be massive. Suddenly Applebuck Season seems like a reasonable episode plot.
>"So, what do you want to make next?"
"I think we should maybe call it a night? We're, like, out of apples."
>"Oh... You can always get more, right? They're not on a ration or anything, are they?!"
>A brief look of 'I've made a terrible mistake' flashes over Applejack's face, and you giggle.
"No, I can get more, I just usually try to keep the grocery shopping to once a week. Gas is expensive."
>"Gas?"
"Gasoline. Fuel for cars."
>You make some vroom-vroom noises and steer a pretend wheel.
>There is a moment of sudden silence shared between the two of you.
>"So are you saying I overdid it with the baking?"
"Huh? Naw... Well, I mean, a little, but..."
>Applejack gives an 'I figured as much' face, rolling her eyes.
"Well, hey, look, if you like baking this much, we'll work something out. I just don't know if I'm going to be able to eat all this, every night."
>"Hey, I don't know about you, Anon, but I'm hungry as a horse right now."
>Your eyes reflexively shift to the stove clock. It's half past five.
"Were you just planning on eating this for dinner?"
>"Uhh... yeah? You weren't?"
 
 
 
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>> [] Anonymous  03/13/14(Thu)23:20 No.16754124
 
Applesack is kill?
 
 
 
>> [] Anonymous  03/14/14(Fri)05:42 No.16759327
File: 1394790170659.png-(92 KB, 532x353, Pinkieprehensive.png)
 
>>16754124
I was thinking the same thing...
 
 
 
>> [] applesack?  Anonymous  03/17/14(Mon)17:46 No.16815603
 
applefag here
 
>>16754124
>>16759327
yes, applesack is kill
i have nearly a post's worth of stuff that i've been sitting on for two or three weeks, so i can post that in a minute, but it's nothing special
 
once again, i find myself apologizing for breaking all these promises
i'm just done with it, i no longer want to do anything with applesack
i bit off more than i could chew, and i'm choosing to spit it out instead of choking to death on it
 
catch y'all niggas on the flip side
 
 
 
>> [] Anonymous  03/17/14(Mon)17:48 No.16815642
 
>>16815603
"Does a bunch of pastries really count as a reasonable meal in Equestria?"
>"'Course it does, Anon. That's like, three of the five food groups in there!"
>Five food groups? Isn't it four?
>Wait, hold up, ponies have food groups?
"You have five food groups?"
>"Oh, right, you're not a pony. See, we split up all the food we have into five big groups, based on the kindsa nutrients they give you, and you--"
"No, like, I know what food groups are, we have them too. It's just... five?"
>"Oh. Yeah."
>"You got your fruits, your veggies, your milks and proteins, your grain products, and your sugars."
"Sweets are a food group? We just call that junk food."
>AJ's eyes go wide when you say the word 'junk', and then she breaks into a loud guffaw.
>You feel a little like laughing yourself because her southern accent turns the sound into this rich, hearty bellow, but you don't really get the joke.
>Applejack notices your quizzical expression, and waves you off with a "you wouldn't get the joke" hoof, using the other to wipe her eyes.
>"Eh-heh-heh... Anyway, how many food groups do you humans have, then, if it ain't five?"
"Just four. We put fruits and vegetables in the same one, and then grain and milk like you, and we also have a meat group, and that's where we put the proteins."
>Her smile clearly drops a notch at the mention of meat. You decide to change the subject.
"It's weird, though, I thought food groups were just a human thing."
>"I thought they were a pony thing. Guess we aren't so different after all."
"Mmmm."
>After a moment of contemplation, AJ gets up to retrieve a knife off the counter. Probably for the casserole or something.
>You watch her place it quickly on a plate and bring it back to the table.
>"Ah, you wouldn't mind if I chow down, would you?"
 
 
 
>> [] Anonymous  03/17/14(Mon)17:51 No.16815704
 
>>16815603
No
 
 
 
>> [] Anonymous  03/17/14(Mon)17:51 No.16815706
 
>>16815642
>applesack is kill
well at least I can finally stop lurking this fucking thread, later fags.
 
 
 
>> [] applesack...  Anonymous  03/17/14(Mon)17:58 No.16815830
 
>>16815642
and here's what's currently still pinned up on my storyboard, in case any of you consider that suitable closure
 
>anon decides to also eat pastries for dinner, finds it oddly satisfying
>anon and aj decide to watch a movie together (probably something old animated disney, like 'Oliver and Company')
>aj reveals that she no longer knows what to think about her situation, because she finds herself trusting anon and missing equestria in equal measure
>anon, on a whim, takes her out the next day for a run in one of the fields by an abandoned barn
>aj wonders aloud about fixing it up, this gets anon thinking about it
>aj spends the next week catching up on human culture via movies, while anon works his job from home and starts figuring out things like how to get apples in bulk
>???? more things happen
 
>>16815706
au revoir
 
 
 
>> [] Anonymous  03/17/14(Mon)19:08 No.16817108
File: 1395097712691.gif-(483 KB, 500x281, Applesack no....gif)
 
>>16815603
Well thanks for the story up to this point anon, you're still based in my book.
 
May a thousand armless children caress you in you sleep.
 
 
 
>> [] JuiceBox  03/17/14(Mon)20:41 No.16818673
 
>>16815830
Do you want one of the spare writefags to take it upon themselves to finish it?
 
 
 
>> [] Science Mango  03/17/14(Mon)20:42 No.16818700
File: 1395103374495.png-(1.34 MB, 918x4121, ripinpeace.png)
 
>>16815603
drew something to remember this moment
god speed you nigger, god speed...
 
 
 
 
>> [] Anonymous  03/17/14(Mon)20:59 No.16819002
File: 1395104391525.jpg-(Spoiler Image, 134 KB, 500x502)
["No, it's raining." scene from full metal alchemist]
 
>>16818673
if you niggers want to, sure, whatever
just don't pretend it's mine anymore if you do
 
>>16818700
goddamn it mango
 
 
 
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