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>You are Anon.
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>You're lying on your back, enjoying the post-picnic springtime weather with your two best friends, Twilight and Applejack.
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>Twilight's got her head resting on your shoulder and your arm wrapped around her body and the two of you are watching the clouds go by.
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>Applejack is sprawled out on your other side by your head.
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>The tiny horse had wanted you to rest your head on her belly, but you were too heavy for her.
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>You think she was more embarrassed than she was disappointed when it became clear that it wouldn't work out well for her.
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>Twilight points her hoof towards a patch of whispy clouds, looking as though they were swept across the sky with a broom.
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>"That one looks like a Cirrus cloud!"
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>It sure does, Twilight.
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>It sure does.
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>You enjoy a brief moment of silence before Twilight spots another group of clouds floating into view.
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>She points to a big, fluffy clump of clouds that are a bit lower to the ground than the last ones were.
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>"And those ones look like Cumulus clouds!"
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>Jesus Christ, Twilight.
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>The mare tends to take the fun out of these "imagination" games.
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>But then again, she seems to enjoy herself a lot when you and her do shit like this, so you're more than happy to let her play the way she wants to.
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>God, you love spring.
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>Not too hot.
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>Not too cold.
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>No mosquitos like there are in the summer.
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>No hard ground and chilly puddles of water like the fall.
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>You take in a deep breath through your nose, loving the smell of spring wildflowers.... and get an olfactory gland full of something foul.
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>You sniff once more (gentler this time; no need to blind your nose with the stench) and discover that it's coming from Applejack.
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>....it smells like piss.
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>Did Applejack piss herself right next to you?
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>She better not have.
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>With Twilight distracted by identifying the clouds, you discreetly turn your head to see what Applejack's up to.
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>You're met with a facefull of orange horse ass sitting on top of puddle on your fucking picnic blanket.
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>This nasty bitch just pissed all over your stuff!
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>You poke her rump with an index finger.
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>Soft, plump, but backed by an almost obscene amount of muscle.
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>In short: she has a tight ass.
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"What the fuck, Applejack? Why did you pee on my blanket?"
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>Applejack jumps a little bit at your poking and turns to face you.
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>She's got a blush so bright that you can practically feel the heat from way over here.
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>"O-oh, whoops."
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>Whoops?
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"Seriously?"
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>You sit up and scootch away from Applejack, shoving Twilight away from you so that you don't accidentally sit on her.
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>Applejack stands up and turns to face you, not looking at ALL sorry.
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>She doesn't even look a little bit embarrassed.
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>If anything, she looks turned on.
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>Is this how she's going to drop a weird piss fetish on you?
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>She's not going to buy you dinner and talk you to while you're relaxing together in bed?
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>>"Oh, honey, can we try something different tonight?"
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>Nothing like that; not from Applejack.
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>This is probably her idea of subtlety.
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>"Sorry, partner. Ah was..."
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>She licks her lips and quivers slightly.
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>"...thinkin' of something else."
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>This IS how she's dropping her fetishes on you!
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>Man, you are not prepared for this.
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>Twilight, on the other hand, doesn't seem to be concerned at all that Applejack just peed all over you things.
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>Doesn't she know how long it's going to take to get the smell of horse piss out of your blanket?
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>Jesus, you aren't even sure you want to touch this thing now that it's tainted by AJ's idea of a good time.
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>You know what? She probably doesn't know; you haven't seen a single mare take care of her own laundry since you arrived here in Equestria.
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>These fucking ponies.
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>The purple pony in question is pretty busy right now - sniffing the air and walking around in tight circles.
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>Are they drunk?
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>Are YOU drunk?
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>Why are they DOING this?
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>The sound of hooves on grass grabs your attention - that nice stallion from the clock shop has come to visit. You don't know his name, so you call him Doc Brown.
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>He has no idea what fresh hell he's walking into.
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>The poor, brave bastard.
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"Hey, Doc! How's it been?"
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>The brown stallion ignores you, not sparing a single glance as he marches resolutely towards Applejack.
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"Doc?"
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>CHOMP
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>"Ahh~!"
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>What the fuck?!
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>Doc Brown gets one good bite on the back of Applejack's neck before you shove him off.
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"What are you doing? Stop that!"
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>First a horse pisses on your blanket, and now another one is biting your friend.
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>Why are ponies such assholes today?!
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>You kneel down and knee-walk over to your orange friend to check for damages.
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>Her fur is coarse (but soft), but you don't have time to enjoy the sensation as you dig through her fur to see if that bite left her bleeding.
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>"Ah-Anawn?" gasps Applejack, pushing her body against your hands.
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>She's a lot stronger than she looks, and she nearly shoves you over and onto your back.
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>"Puh-please... Mmmm~"
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>What a little fucking weirdo.
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>You do a quick check on Doc in case he decides to bite you next.
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>Doc is on the ground, wriggling and kicking his hooves ineffectively.
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>Aww.
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>Serves him fucking right.
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>You-
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>Applejack extends her long, disturbing horse-neck under your arm and shoves her face into your armpit, wriggling around and just generally having a gay old time.
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>Something clatters over around Twilight and you turn to face her, worried that something's going down with her too.
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>Twilight's still spinning in circles, but now she's made a mess of her lunch.
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>She's kicking over plates of food, and she's using her magic to topple over the picnic basket.
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>What is her problem today?
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>A sudden shove brings you back to the present - Doc Brown's face is less than 6 inches away from your own.
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>Startled, you fall backwards and get a good look at what he's doing.
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>His floppy horse dick is out of its sheath, and he's trying to line himself up with Applejack.
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>No, sir.
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>Not on YOUR picnic blanket.
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>Not today!
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>You stagger to your feet and give his face a firm smack.
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"Hey, no! No! You get out of here!"
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>Despite how weird the situation was, you still had a few expectations.
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>Doc bursting into tears and running away was not one of them.
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>Why the fuck did he just try and mount Applejack in the middle of your goddamn picnic?
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"Twilight?"
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>Twilight stops ruining your homemade lunch and looks up at her.
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"You wanna tell me what's going on here?"
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>Twilight stares at you with glazed-over eyes, responding with only by whipping her tail back and forth.
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>Oh, no.
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>The whatever-the-fuck got her first.
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>You crawl over to Twilight and try to ignore Applejack pawing at you as you leave her side.
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"Twilight."
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>You grab your purple friend's face with both hands and force her to look you in the eye.
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"What the actual fuck is happening here?"
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>Again, you still had a couple of expectations.
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>And again, Twilight shoving her lips onto yours was not one of them.
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>Twilight has the element of surprise on her side and manages to shove her tongue in your mouth.
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>She wraps a hoof around your neck when you try and pull away, deepening the kiss and moaning loudly.
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>Jesus, she sounds like a bitch in hea-
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>.....
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>No fucking way.
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>Twilight talked to you about this, but you thought she was fucking with you!
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>What kind of sapient, intelligent species goes into heat?!
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>You grab the forearm wrapped around your neck with both hands and slowly pull her off.
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>....but you're promptly interrupted by Applejack shoving her face into your armpit again, knocking you to the ground.
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>For fuck's sake; really?!
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Epilogue:
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>You are Time Turner.
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>The human colt calls you "Doc Brown" and you have no idea why.
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>You don't really want to raise a fuss, so you haven't bothered to correct him yet.
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>He always struck you as a reasonable type, if a bit of a Janefilly.
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>Not reasonable enough to SHARE, though.
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>Estrus hit the local mares especially hard this year, and you were out shopping when the smell hit you.
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>You'd been passing by Sweet Apple Acres and thought to yourself, "Timey Wimey? You're a pretty cute colt. You have a nice job, you're independent, and nopony thinks you're a slut. Why not see if you can't find yourself another nice mare for your herd this year?"
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>And lo and behold, you found none other than Applejack and Twilight Sparkle just over the hill.
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>Twilight was a bit "ehh" and could stand to lose a bit of weight.
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>Some colts think that chubby mares are cute, but you aren't one of them.
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>Applejack, though, was a different story entirely.
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>You could cook a hayburger on those thighs of hers.
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>You'd eat it right off her rump, too.
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>No hooves, colt!
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>Mmm!
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>Anon didn't seem to be doing anything important, and you thought this might be a chance for you to one-up him.
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>You know, show him who's the head bastard here!
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>He tried to get rid of you, but you were going to show him why all the other colts didn't buck with you!
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>After you got Applejack in your herd, you were going to spread the MEANEST rumours about him.
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>He'd go down to the spa to get his hooves done and AALLLL the stallions would laugh at him behind his back.
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>Oh, he'd be MISERABLE then.
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>...but your plans changed when he smacked you.
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>How could he?!
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>That hurt!
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>You were too afraid to try anything with Applejack after that.
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>Anon made it clear that he was the dominant colt here, and you high-tailed it before he and his herd did anything more to you.
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>You don't really know what you'll do the next time he sees you.
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>Oh, you HATE when another colt outranks you.
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>Now you can't say ANYTHING about him without him chasing you away from your herd!
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>This is the worst.
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