Super Short Clopfics!

This is the moment you've been waiting for. Through guile or good luck, you've finally managed to get Applejack alone in her room. Well, alone except for you.

She's stretched out on the bed, clearly ready for you, so you strip off all your clothes, tossing them carelessly in a pile on the floor.

You climb into bed and trace your finger down the ruff of her coat, eliciting a quiet giggle from the farmpony.

She leans over and nibbles your ear, then whispers quietly: "I like it short and weird."