Author's Note

Request from 2013

Applejack's Big Surprise (Mature)

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 awesome!"

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. Maybe for instance, by fucking Applejack, instead of vice versa.