Love Letter pt. 1

Caramel stared at Applejack in hopes that she wouldn't leave him thinking he was hitting on her in a creepy way.  AJ's emerald green eyes were focused on him.

"Aw shoot!" AJ said looking at a wall clock.  "Ah better get goin'.  Braeburn usually locks his house at night, an' won' open it fer nopony 'till morning."

"Well, um..." Caramel began, but found himself stopping.

"Somethin' wrong sugarcube?" AJ asked.

"Uhh, yeah..." Caramel replied.

"What?"

"If Braeburn has his door locked...You could stay at my house for the night." Caramel said with an awkward smile.

Applejack raised an eyebrow.  Something about the way he smiled was...unnerving.  Applejack knew Caramel, but not in a...close...way.

"Sure thang!" AJ said with a smile.  "If the door is locked, ah'll come straight to your house."

"Okay, it's just around the corner from this bar." Caramel said.

The two ponies bid each other farewell, and left the barn.  When Caramel reached his home, he went up to his room, and locked the door.  He went over to a chest, and opened it, then dug through it, finally finding what he needed.

"Playbrony, June 27th, 1235: Applejack, Ponyville's local farmer.  We got pictures of her for your viewing pleasure."

He brought the magazine over to his bed, and opened it up.  He finally found the saucy pictures of Applejack.  Most were of her rolling around in the hay in the barn, but one or two were shots of her vagina.  Wet and large.  Caramel stared it down, his hoof running across the page as if he wanted to stimulate the vagina to the point or orgasm.  He kept his eyes fixed on the picture.  He imagined what he  would do if he got AJ in his house and got her on the bed.  His mind had only one word in it: sex.  Sex, sex, sex.  His mind kept chanting the word.