Title:           Magic Fingers (Force Quit)
Author:          CYOA_AiE
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First Edit:      Sunday 24th of March 2013 11:11:06 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 24th of March 2013 11:11:06 PM CDT

>Day Applebro in Equestria
>As you sit on the fence and watch as Applejack finishes loading the last bucket of apples, she sighs and comes walking over.
>You give her the bottled water you were holding and a rag, wiping the sweat off her face, she chugs back the water and exhales in satisfaction.
>”Ya know, you could benefit from some hard work once in a while.”
“Nah, I hate getting sweaty.”
>”Tsk, well all right then suit yerself.”
“We still gonna eat out today?”
>”Sure, let me just get washed up. Ya wanna come inside?”
“I..I’m sorry?”
>”Inside.” She laughs “Its mighty hot out today, don’t want ya bein uncomfortable out here.”
“Oh..ok.”
 >Hoping off the fence, Applejack and you walk off to her home. Coming inside through the kitchen door, Applejack calls out “Hey granny! Anon and I are comin in!”
>”Sure thing, Ya want me tah start on supper?” Granny strains coming into the kitchen.
>”No, Anon and I are actually gonna go out fer some supper.”
>”Well all right then, ya treat her well Anon.”
>Applejack laughs “Granny we’re friends, course we treat each other well.”
>”So when are ya two leavin?”
>”Ah gotta shower first.”
>”All rightly, move yer caboose already. Stallions don’t like a mare that keeps em waiting.” Granny rushes good humouredly as Applejack laughs
>”All right, all right haha c’mon Anon, lets go tah mah room.”
 
“See ya.” You tell granny before following Applejack
>Up the steps, and down the hall, she leads you into her room.  
>”Just sit on the bed I’ll be right out likity split.”
>Grabbing her hat and tossing it over besides you, she undoes her hair and lets it flow.
>”Make yerself at home.” She smiles before walking away and into her bathroom.
>With the door closed, and the shower at full blast, you look around her room. It was nice enough; her drawers were lined with pictures of her family, and some embarrassing self portraits.
>One in particular showed her in a black formal gown; it was obvious she was uncomfortable and uneasy when the photo was taken.
>With a chuckle you glance down at her hat and can feel that sinking feeling. You know you shouldn’t, but you want to do it.
>Reaching for it, you hold her hat and bring it up to you. Brining it close to your nose, you take a mighty inhale and take in her scent. The smell of dirt, sweat, and a soft feminine smell all mix together.
>It was not the first time you had smelled this scent; you had caught little whiffs in the past when she would get close to you after working. She was never one for keeping at a distance; she was always open, friendly, and kind.
>Doing shit like this always felt terrible after, it was a serious violation of her trust, but…her smell was intoxicating.
 
>With all these conflicting feelings swirling around, the shower comes to a stop. Tossing the hat back to where it was, you wait on her to come out.
>It took several minutes, but the door opens as Applejack comes walking out.
>Shaking off despite being pretty much dry, she fixes her mane a bit by parting it away from her eyes. Walking over to the bed, she moves the hat and lies on her back next to you.
>Stretching out and popping some bones, she relaxes and rests her hooves apart. Exposing her belly, she nudges you with a hoof.
>”Hey,” She calls as you look down, “do ya mind?”
“Hmpf” You laugh, “Sure.”
>Adjusting yourself, you rub the palm of your hand against her belly and rub her ribs from the top to the bottom.
>Every so often you gently scratch into her fur.
>”Mmmm.” She moans squirming to try and get it to align just right “Right there.” She whispers
“Haha”
>With on long strong scrape, you run your hand from the top of her chest to the lowest part you think you can get away with.
>Accidentally you feel her teat going so low.
>”Keep it above the girls Anon.” She smiles “They don’t like being touched without permission.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
>”S’all right, accidents happen. Ya shoulda been there when Spike touched the girls, poor thing couldn’t stop apologizing and was redder than a beet.”
“….You let Spike do it too?”
>”Course, tha two of ya er the only ones who I trust tah do it.”
 
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This story sucked. I have no idea what the hell I was gonna do with it.