Applejack’s stomach growling was what woke her up. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sat up. She had the distinct feeling that she was forgetting something as she walked to the family bathroom. Still sleepy, she didn’t register that the door was closed for a reason.

Zack was in the bathroom. Alone. And wore nothing but his underwear. Applejack, still groggy, Just stared at him for a few moments, not really registering what she was seeing.

When she did register, it hit her hard. Her face turned red in a massive blush and her eyes threatened to pop out of her head, “SORRY!”

She slammed the door and all but galloped back to her room. She slammed that door too, and sank down with her back against it. The image of Zack, a human, in his underwear proved too much for Applejack to defend against lewd thoughts.

Zack was right. He was fit. Applejack was blushing as she remembered his chest. His legs were good looking too. Then there was his pelvis. While she couldn’t really see it, she could see the small bulge in them. Applejack wiped her mouth, grimacing as she found she was drooling.

Another lewd thought hit her. What did it look like? She never seen a human penis before, only stallions. She was too nervous to search on the web. In her daydreams, she always found herself imagining it as a long, egg-shaped thing.

As she tumbled around those thoughts in her head, she got more and more curious. More than ever before. She wanted- no, needed- to find out. She knew about pony anatomy as they taught her that in school. Strangely, the school she went to didn’t teach anything about humans. She had no idea why her parents sent her there.

Maybe later in the day, she could ask Cheerilee for a book on human anatomy. She could tell her that her school didn’t teach her, which was true, but could leave out why she wanted one. She would go after lunch.

Actually...tomorrow would be better. Tomorrow’s a weekend, right? Applejack looked at the calendar on her wall and saw that today was indeed Friday. Yeah...tomorrow’s a good idea. Time to go have breakfast.

She got back on her hooves and was about to leave the room when she realized Zack was somewhere inside the house. Applejack groaned. She briefly considered just staying in her room until she knew Zack was gone.

“AJ?”

Applejack jumped at Applebloom’s voice, “Y-yeah?”

“Breakfast is ready!”

“...is Zack still here?”

“Yep!”

Applejack groaned inwardly. She sighed, “Ah’ll be down.”

She went downstairs. Zack was indeed there and he was understandably avoiding looking at her. That bothered Applejack more than it should have. The two didn’t talk to each other during the meal.

Once done, the dishes needed cleaning. Applejack took a deep breath when she was next to Zack, “...m’sorry. Ah shoulda knocked.”

Zack sighed, “It’s fine Miss- I mean Applejack. I’d really like to just forget about it.”

“That’s somethin’ we can agree on.”

The rest of the day was a blur. Zack and Applejack parted ways to do their job. Zack assured her that he would take it easier.

Applejack, though, couldn’t stop thinking about what she did. Or what she saw. She blushed as she kept thinking about his muscles. Or his equipment. She bit her lip as she thought about his phallus, and how good it would feel in her pu-

Applejack missed the tree she was bucking catastrophically. Her hind legs were spread too wide and went on either side of the tree. The result was running her crotch into the tree with her full weight behind it.

Applejack’s eyes bugged out as the worst pain she felt in a long time overcame her. With a squeak, she fell down and rolled onto her side.

She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. There was only pain. She just laid there, eyes staring at nothing in particular. Eventually the pain faded enough that Applejack could regain some of her faculties back. The first was her voice.

“BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!”

Author's Note

RIP AJ's ovaries.

A note to heed: I don't really know what I'm doing with this story. I mean, I know how it's going to end, but I haven't thought up of a fixed series of events leading up to it.