Title:           (FR) Applejack in Requestria
Author:          FlutterPriest
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/ijvEJmGt
First Edit:      Thursday 26th of September 2013 11:58:52 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Monday 25th of May 2015 11:18:57 PM CDT

AJ
 
>Life is a pretty darn awesome thing.
>Especially in the fall time down around Sweet Apple Acres.
>When Applejack got done with her apple bucking for the day, she invited you down so that she could experiment with something that she tried to rarely show.
>She always told everyone that Granny Smith made the pies, the fritters and all of the other great delicacies that the farm sold.
>However, she always did her best to hide her inner love and talent for cooking.
>Applejack swore that if you ever told anyone, that you would be dead meat.
>To be honest, you loved sampling her cooking so much, that you made a routine out of it, and so did she.
>Every time you tried one of her new recipes, she always seemed so nervous that you might dislike it.
>She's such a worry wart.
>You've loved every single dish she ever made for you.
>So, naturally, when she invited you over for dinner tonight, there was no way that you could possibly refuse.
>She said she had a few new things she wanted to try, and you would be more than happy to oblige.
>If you could cook, you would probably ask her to a dinner that you would make.
>Or even out to dinner at all.
>Yeah, you could say you might have a crush on this pony.
>As the sun begins to set lower in the sky, you begin to make your way to the barn.
>Normally she invites you to the kitchen, but she said that you two would be able to be more alone this way.
>Perfect.
>You wouldn't have it any other way.
>Approaching the barn door, you can't help but notice the heavenly aroma that floats through the air.
>The unmistakable smell of pasta, cheese and garlic tantalize your senses as you open the barn door.
>Standing by a candle-lit table, stands the freckled mare of your dreams.
>"Howdy Anon."
"Hey..."
>Your eyes focus on Applejack, something seems to be out of place.
>Her mane isn't done up into her normal ponytail for when she does her work, but rather, brushed and straight.
>It's so much different than you would have imagined.
>It's so much better than you could have wished for.
"You look... amazing. Truly amazing AJ."
>She blushes and smiles at you.
>"Aww, it wasn't nothin. Ah jus rarely take care of mah mane is all."
>Walking up to her, you scritch behind her sensitive ears.
"You should do it more often."
>Her face turns red and her mind begins to turn to mush.
>"I, uhm, err... Food! Ah made it!"
>She trots over to a silver covered plate that must have been a family heirloom, and uncovered one of the most magnificent looking lasagnas that you have ever laid eyes on.
>The scent fills the barn and you take a heavy gulp of saliva to avoid drooling.
"That smells amazing!"
>She chuckles.
>"Well dig in then! Ah made it special just for you Anon."
>You sit down to the candlelit table and single out a serving for AJ.
>"I, err. Ahm not hungry. Besides, ah made it for you anyway."
"Well then, don't mind if I do!"
>For some food, the smell is about as good as you can get.
>However, sometimes food tastes so good, that the smell doesn't even begin to do the taste justice.
>This lasagna fell into the latter category.
>You feel all other thoughts and words begin to fail you as you tear into the delicious platter of cheese and pasta.
>Restraining yourself from licking the pan, you return to consciousness to see Applejack staring at you with dreamy eyes.
>"Didja like it?"
"Like it?"
>You scoot yourself closer to her.
"I loved it."
>Her eyes look deeply into yours.
"I think, if I had to, I could eat your cooking every day for the rest of my life."
>A smile begins to curl on the edges of her lips.
>"Well, if you liked that Anon."
>Her face begins to slowly approach yours.
>"Wait until what happens next..."
 
>You feel a stabbing pain in your stomach.
>It causes you to convulse to the floor.
"Oh god."
>Another stab, and another stab, and another stab.
>You feel like throwing up, but something is stopping you.
>The room feels like it is getting smaller around you.
>Or maybe, in fact, you were expanding. Like a balloon.
"Applejack! What's happening!"
>She chuckles to herself.
>"Jus a little somethin ah added to let us have a little fun."
>Rolling you like a ball to the center of the barn, you find yourself stuck like a turtle.
>You can feel the threads of your clothing being pushed to their very limit to try and contain the massive amount of bloat.
>Applejack eyes you down seductively.
>"Ah've always had a thing for ponies who loved to eat..."
>She moves to a darker corner of the barn and returns with what appears to be a massive stick of black liquorice.
"What are you going to do with THAT AJ?"
>She giggles.
>"You'll see."
"Oh god... No AJ. NO! I love you! Please don't do this to me!"
>She rolls you around and plants a kiss on your cheek.
>"Ah love you too Anon, and ah promise that you will enjoy this just as much as Ah will.
>You can feel your clothing being peeled off of you, and with it, goes your self respect.
>Tears stream down your eyes as you feel the large member prodding your back entrance.
>All in the candlelit barn of Sweet Apple Acres.
>A night where your really, truly wished that things would have gone better with
>Fucking Applejack.
 
 
Things the CJ added onto your request.
Lasagna - Liquorice Dildo - Moar Cake Farts theme