The Hypnotic Adventures of Blank Sheet

Have you ever had a power high? A real one? Honestly, I don’t think most of us are lucky enough to feel that even once in their lives. When I stepped out of Zecora’s hut, I was positively shaking with excitement. Discord wasn’t kidding! Equestria absolutely was my oyster, and I was going to enjoy the hell out of it.

Looking around outside, I found a narrow, seldom used path from the clearing and started down it for what I assumed would be Ponyville, ideas racing through my mind with every step. The underbrush was no small nuisance, but I plowed ahead regardless—short of poison joke, no weeds underfoot were going to slow me down any.

“Who to do, who to do?” I asked myself, grinning ear to ear. Fluttershy’s cottage was right outside the forest, sure, but the skittish thing might be more trouble to touch than I could handle: she had wings, after all. Not to mention that rabbit—way smarter than a rodent ought to be. No, Fluttershy would take a little planning. As I mused on it, my next target became obvious. Outside of town, trusting and friendly enough to get close, AND likely to be working out of sight of other ponies. Applejack.

I redoubled my pace as I noticed the foliage thinning at the edge of the forest, only to be halted in my tracks by a frowning Draconequus.

“Not bad, but not really laughter worthy, was it? You certainly had your fun, and that annoying wanna-be poet zebra won’t know what hit her for who knows how long, but where was the scale? Where was the grandeur? Where was the chaos?”

I felt a sudden wave of panic. This was the absolute last creature in all of Equestria I wanted upset with me. He could take my power, send me back, or worse! As I opened my mouth to speak, though, Discord’s frown flipped and he began to cackle.

“Ah, your face! You should have seen it! Fantastic!” Discord took a moment, interrupted by his own laughter. “Well of course I don’t expect you to become a master of chaos overnight! Do you have any idea how long it took me?” Discord’s expression changed entirely again. Suddenly, he appeared thoughtful. “No? Well, neither do I. Oh well, who cares? Jokes aside—though you really should have seen your face—that wasn’t a bad start. Here, a little gift to commemorate your first attempt at chaos.”

With a snap of his claw, Discord produced an ordinary looking pocket watch and dropped it directly on my head. In spite of myself, I must’ve glared a bit, as he began cackling once more.

“Again! You should see—oh, here!” A mirror burst from the ground right in front of me, causing me to jump and, I’ll admit it, shriek like a filly. Discord’s laughter was uproarious. “Perfect! Oh, I hope you saw that! How utterly magnificent!”

Trying not to blush, I picked up the pocket watch that had fallen on my and gave it a look. It certainly didn’t seem special.

“Right! The watch. You didn’t have all the time in the world. Still don’t! You’ve got that much more now, though: that delightful little trinket will give you a bit of stopped time.”

Discord motioned as if he were pressing a button on the watch. “Click!” Thirty seconds to cause whatever trouble you like.” Twisting in the air as he flapped for altitude, he called down to me. “Have fun!” Without so much as a pop or puff of smoke, he was gone.

I dropped to my haunches, suddenly realizing just how stressful dealing with an insane, nearly all-powerful being was. Clearly I was going to have to think of bigger messes to make. With a sigh, I got back up and headed out of the forest, pocket watch worn around my neck.

That I had come out not far from the road past Sweet Apple Acres had been fortunate. Accurate navigation was certainly not going to be easy for me here; I’d take any dumb luck I could get. I got more than my share: as I trotted along the road, my excitement having rebuilt itself, I heard a grunt and a thump to my right, coming from the orchard. There she was, my first real target, shining a bit in the sun as sweat dampened her coat. Perfect.

I called out to her, giving my best friendly smile as I walked over. “Hello there! Don’t suppose you could tell me which way to Ponyville, could you? I know I’m on the right road, but my sense of direction is awful—I wandered off got turned around, and wasn’t sure if I needed to go right or left!”

The orange mare grinned and wiped at her brow with a foreleg. “Ya really must not be much o’ the outdoor type if ya get turned around that easy! From Manehatten? Canterlot, maybe? City slickers always do get themselves lost their first time out here.”

I blinked. How had I not thought this far ahead? Of course I’d need a background! Well, if Applejack was going to provide it, the least I could do is oblige. “Got it in one! I’m down from Manehatten, looking for someplace quieter. I’m not originally from there—managed not to pick up that awful accent.” Another grin, from each of us. She’d bought it. I glanced back at my flank as briefly as I could, checking my cutie mark for the first time. A blank sheet of paper with a quill ready to write. Nice, Discord, subtle. “I’m Blank Sheet.”

“Well, nice ta meetcha, and welcome to Ponyville! I’m Applejack, and this here is Sweet Apple Acres, finest orchard you ever will see.”

I looked around and had to admit, these apples looked a hell of a lot better than any I’d ever seen. “I believe it! These apples are huge. Do you work here?”

Applejack’s chest puffed with pride. “Work here? Why Sweet Apple Acres has been in the Apple family for as long as there’s been a Ponyville! Place practically grew up around us and our apples!”

I nodded and played along, but I knew where this was going, and she didn’t. I was starting to get hard thinking about it, and needed to seal the deal. I looked at the tree next to her, branches heavy with fruit, and inspiration struck. “If you own this place, I imagine you must be pretty good at applebucking. Think you can clear that tree in five minutes?”

Applejack’s competitive side kicked right in as expected. “Ah don’t mean ta toot mah own horn, but that’s not half a challenge.”

I grinned. The bait was set; now I just needed her to bite. “Bet you can’t.”

Applejack frowned. For a moment I was afraid I’d blown it and would have to give up the little game. “Now, you’re new here in town, so I reckon you don’t know what you’re gettin’ yerself into, but ah I just can’t take that bet. Wouldn’t be fair.”

Nope, game on. I kept my smile friendly—I wanted to play the sucker, not the pest. “Really? I think you just don’t want to lose to the new guy. I’ll bet you… well, I’ve got no bits on me. I’ll bet you a favor.”

That got her attention. Applejack moved toward the tree, half stomping, and took her position. “New or not, now ya done it. Get that watch o’ yers ready, ‘cause here I go!”

I waited just long enough for Applejack’s legs to be mid-kick, and used the watch. You’d think what had gone on in Zecora’s hut would’ve prepared me for anything, but no, I was stunned all over again to see Applejack’s body freeze, sun glistening in the same spot for second after second. At the last moment, I remembered my plan and pushed her hooves to the side, quickly retaking my place as time started again, and Applejack’s hooves slipped right of the tree.

Luckily for me, Applejack’s consternation kept her from noticing my excited tension. “Now how’d ah miss?” She wound up another kick, and I stopped time again, this time not only ruining her aim, but giving her nether lips a bit of attention before returning to my position. Silently, I prayed that the five minutes would be up before my growing shaft caught her eye.

Another kick, another miss, and a little more rubbing. Toward the end of the five minutes, I even added a bit of licking—why not stack the deck? Eventually the time ran out, and I called an end to the farce.

“What in tarnation? Somethin’s screwy here, but ah can’t rightly say what… well, nopony likes a sore loser. What’s this favor?”

With blood thumping in my ears and elsewhere, I drew one hind leg aside, exposing an erection I can’t believe Applejack hadn’t already noticed. Despite my “tender ministrations,” she objected.

“W-whoah nelly! Ah’m afraid that’s goin’ a fair bit beyond our little bet!” Despite her protest, though, her eyes stayed right where I wanted them. Perhaps the teasing had done its job after all.

“You sure? You look a bit piqued yourself. Could just be from the workout, of course.” I acted like I was nonchalantly checking the time, and froze it again, slipping behind Applejack to put nearly the whole thirty seconds to use. She was wet before I’d gotten there. Time picked up again a moment after I retook my place.

Applejack bit down on her lip for a moment, then finally sighed. “Fine. C’mere.” Flushed with more than just embarrassment, the muscled farm pony took hold of my ear, dragging me behind the cart for which her apples had been destined. A firm push put me on the ground, as she turned to face my rigid member. I grinned. Applejack, through and through. My grin changed to an expression of surprise, however, as she lowered her hindquarters to my muzzle.

Her voice was more than a little breathy as she mustered the most commanding tone she could. “Ah’ll be a good sport, but only if you’ll do the same.”

Well, why the hell not? I’d already been licking after all, not that she knew about it. “Yes ma’am,” I replied. I’m still not sure I kept the sarcasm out of my voice, but if I didn’t, she didn’t notice, or didn’t care. I began to lick, and immediately a gasp came from above.

“Ahh… it’s been a while…” Applejack lowered her mouth to my dick and began to lick. Surprisingly gently, considering how she’d pushed me down. Gentle or not, though, her tongue was nothing short of fantastic. Each long, slow stroke earned a moan from me, and I began to shudder a bit as I worked, lapping at her juices from below. Her scent was strong, between the sweat and drippings. Not horribly pleasant, but at the time, it turned me on beyond belief. I pushed my tongue deep suddenly, and the now trembling mare cried out.

“L-ike that! Jus’… just like that!”

Those were the last words I heard from her. The effects of Zecora’s potion on my pre-cum seemed to be taking their toll on Applejack. Twisting as little as possible, I looked up and saw that her expression had gotten a little distant, despite my cock sinking farther into her throat than I’d have imagined possible. The change in her method did me in, but under the effects of my pre-cum, she didn’t even try to recoil. I shot rope after rope directly down her throat, and she just took it right in. Even through the bliss of my orgasm, I was astonished by what she was accomplishing.

I was astonished, and oh so delighted. With that much of my semen down her throat, it was all over for the farm pony: her thoughts seemed to have just melted to a haze of pleasure and breeding instinct. If not for my end of Zecora’s brew’s effects, I don’t know how I’d have survived the next half hour. I didn’t go soft, and Applejack’s powerful body made use of my cock in positions I’d never imagined a pony could use, over and over, alternately pleading and just taking what she wanted.

Eventually, she ended up leaned over the apple cart, panting, and I noticed a rope inside. This had been a moment for history, but I had other fish to fry, and other ponies to poke. Applejack assumed she was being muzzled and tied to the cart for another round. I didn’t disappoint her, and mounted as forcefully as I could manage after all that had come before, shoving myself to the hilt on the first stroke. Pumping as roughly as possible, while the addle-minded mare beneath twitched and moaned, I let out one last, large load, filling her and more.

At last, I pulled out, and walked around to her front carrying an object Applejack’s worn out, orgasm fried mind needed several seconds to identify: her hat, filled with all the juices that had dripped from the two of us in that last round. When it finally sank in, I turned it over, placing it right where it belonged. She must truly have been fucked out of her mind: as the mess ran through her blonde hair and between her eyes, all she did was smile obscenely, twitch one last time with an orgasmic aftershock, and go limp in her binds.

I set out toward Ponyville again, grinning like a kid in a candy shop. One down, five to go. And then some.