Barn Fight Prank At 3PM OMG TOTALLY UNEXPECTED Results (GONE SEXUAL)!!!
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OKAY GUYS as you know my girlfriend Applejack RECENTLY PASSED AWAY GUYS—
Wait. Uh? Wrong story. Start again.
Ahem.
Applejack and Anon (full name 'Anonymous') were hanging out in the barn at Sweet Apple Acres. The barn, because it's a convenient location, and where do ponies generally hang around when they're not doing something important anyway? It's just a story, shut up.
Anonymous, Equestria's first full-fledged faceless human insert, had been hanging around Ponyville for a few months since his first appearance, generally causing a scene and the fainting of several unprepared ponies when he initially apparated in the center of the town square, completely nude.
Ponies were nude all the time. What was the big deal, exactly?
After a trip to Rarity's and several false starts where Anonymous argued that he did indeed not have a croup or haunch, the erstwhile human had gotten himself a full wardrobe of identical jean-pants and a rainbow spectrum of t-shirts. From that, he seemed to fit right in amongst Equestria's various denizens, playing with the ponies and rhyming with the zebras and getting into several griffon fights which, while excessively violent, were apparently part of an ancestral griffon mating ritual, and no more questions were asked. The human fit right in, wherever he seemed to go. Today, he was hanging out with Applejack, because why not?
It was hot. The sun beating down over the farm trees left heat-wiggle lines in the air, making the trees look like they were dancing as they swayed gently to-and-fro in the soft summer breeze. It was summer, by the way. Very convenient for this particular story. Cut that part out.
Two ciders went psst, psst as Anon cracked their tops and passed one to Applejack.
Hot. It was hot.
Applejack pressed the cold bottle to her forehead and wiped off a sheen of sweat before she took a drink of the cool, sour fizz. "Sure is hot," she said, and waved a hoof hopelessly at her face, managing only to move away the extremely hot air and replace it with slightly less, but still sufficiently hot, air.
"I think it's against the rules to say that once it reaches a certain temperature," Anon said. He took a drink of his cider, almost downing the whole thing in one gulp. Pony-sized bottles, he thought to himself.
"Can't remember a heat wave like this since... well... never, I guess," Applejack said. She wiped more sweat off her forehead and took another sip of cider. Applejack was sitting on a hay bale, while Anon was cross-legged on the floor. Applejack still didn't understand how his legs could do that. Hers caught stuck when she tried it. Sip.
"Isn't there something fun to do around here that we can take our minds off the heat with?" Anon asked. "I bet we could get Twilight to magic us up a fifty-foot tall water-slide."
"Twilight's busy running the water park today, sug," Applejack said. "One pony and all those hoses and pipes... dunno how she does it."
"Well, I don't really wanna go fight ten angry kids to stand under a two-inch waterfall for half a minute." Anon wondered why a pony was operating the water park instead of, y'know... wait, was it the water normally operating itself? Pressurized water, right? Maybe ponies made more sense in the long run. Anon scratched his head.
Applejack shrugged. "Not really sure then. I could ask Big Mac to put in another tray of ice cubes."
Anon shook his head. "Not really what I had in mind." He sighed and finished off his cider, then threw the bottle clumsily next to the small red cooler sitting beside him. He reached into the cooler with one arm, the ice sloshing around as he dug for his prize. After a little searching, it turned up—what appeared to be the last cider. Anon beheld its splendor for a moment, the brown-orange glass shimmering in the sun.
"Pass me another one too, if you don't mind," Applejack said, downing the last of her cider with her head tilted backwards, finishing with a satisfying ahhhh.
Anon looked pointlessly to the cooler again, now full only with ice-chips.
"Uh... I think that's the last one."
"Well who said you could have it?" Applejack stood up from her hay-bale. "I'm the pony who helped make the cider in the first place."
"Yeah, but, uh... I'm the one who brought the cooler!"
"Which you got from me!"
Applejack was glaring now, eyes studying, slowly moving between Anon and the precious cider in his hand. Applejack could feel the roof of her mouth beginning to go dry. She licked her lips as a bead of moisture rolled slowly down the side of the cider bottle.
"Gimme... that... cider..." she said.
"You'll have to fight me for it," Anon said, standing up. He crossed his arms over his chest, the bottle of cider still held tight in one hand.
Applejack's glare broke into a smirk, then a full on laugh.
"Pfft... no offense, sug, but just cause' y'all are bigger n' me, doesn't me I can't still knock you down like an apple on a tree."
"And just because you're a brightly colored tiny equine marshmallow, doesn't mean I can't carry you to the top of the barn and throw you down here on your ass just like Undertaker did to Mankind, sending him plummeting sixteen feet through a Spanish announcer's table, at Hell In A Cell, June 28th, 1998."
"Huh?"
"Prepare to be choke-slammed!"
Anon ran forward at full speed, waving his arms crazily in the air like an inflatable flailing tube man.
Applejack was certainly caught off-guard. She had just enough time to brace herself for impact before Anon hit her, wrapping his arms around her body. She felt the whole weight of an otherworldly creature (the human) pulling down on her, and despite the confidence she'd shown just a moment ago, Applejack couldn't help but notice he was a lot heavier than an apple—a whole barrel of apples, even. He was heavier than Big Mac, and that was about the biggest thing Applejack had ever tried to move before giving up. She felt... small.
Small, but not done.
She began to fight against Anon's hold as he pulled her downward. She still hit the ground, but didn't feel as compromised, mostly because Anon seemed to let go as soon as the two of them hit the ground. He began trying to grab at Applejack awkwardly, but she pulled away, out of his grasp, and began trying to get back to her feet.
Anon made an executive decision, and threw the cider bottle onto the ground between them.
"Hey!" Applejack shouted. She abandoned returning to full-stand in lieu of making a scramble for the only remaining heat-beating refreshment left in the barn. Her hoof just barely tapped the bottle, and it began to roll slowly away from her, towards Anon.
"Mine!" Anon yelled, and did a frantic dive for the bottle. He managed to grab it in one hand, but Applejack's hooves caught up, both of them, and her grip was suddenly stronger. The two of them grunted as they pulled the bottle back and forth, tugging on either end.
"Gimme the cider you jerk!" Applejack said, gritting her teeth.
"You already... said that..." Anon grunted back, clearly having a harder time keeping hold of the cider than Applejack. Belatedly, he remembered a plan he might not have even had before throwing the bottle. With a jerk of his hand, he moved the bottle ever so slightly, putting AJ's grip firmly on the cap, which moved and popped off too quick for the earth pony to notice it. The result? A jet of frothy cider foam spraying her in the face at full velocity—which, from a well-shaken cider bottle, is enough to take the hat off a cow-pony at twenty yards.
In Applejack's case, however, it simply managed to coat her face and most of her mane, then began dripping down her chest and onto the ground as the last bit of the cider's carbonated strength gave out and it trickled to a few drops left at the bottom of the bottle.
"There," Anon said. "You got the cider. Happy?"
Anon let out an oof-type noise as he hit the floor. Applejack's hind-legs were like springs, and she had catapulted into him strong enough to knock him entirely off his feet. Dust scattered around his jeans as his butt hit the ground.
And Applejack wasn't done.
While Anon was still recovering from his full-body tackle, Applejack hit him with another one. This tackle knocked him onto his back, and Applejack sprawled over him easily, despite only being about half Anon's size. She spread her legs and pinned his arms, resting the weight of her body on his stomach and chest. Her face and mane were soaked with cider, but she was grinning.
"Say uncle?" she asked with a smirk.
Anon grunted a little, and struggled against the pony-weight on top of him. AJ was heavy, sure... but he was still pretty certain he could pick her up like a small bag of potatoes. Because most people carry at least one small bag of potatoes in their life, so they might have an idea of how comparatively heavy something of that weight would be. Pony = bag of potatoes.
But... winning all at once would be no fun. So Anon decided to take a moment to relish in the struggle.
AJ was on top of him, wet with a combination of sweat and cider. The sweet-smelling moisture had coated his shirt now, highlighting the proximity of his bare chest to Applejack's body. And Applejack was sat up, moving back and forth ever-so-slightly, probably not even noticing it as she breathed.
"Uh... AJ... You're sitting on my, uh..." Anon trailed off, his eyes lingering on the cider-soaked pony rocking back and forth over his... uh.
"Oh." Applejack sat up more still for a moment, but didn't seam eager to move. "Hadn't noticed myself, now that you mention it." Despite what she'd said, Applejack began moving again, with more intent, very specifically grinding herself on a particular part previously almost-mentioned. Grinding her big, orange butt and grinning.
"Sure is hot today, innit?" Applejack said, doing her best to look absent-minded. Her mane was slicked down over her brown and hanging low at the sides, giving her a half-ravaged-by-tsunami, half-lingering-coyly-on-the-beach look. Her green eyes shimmered with a naughty sparkle.
"Uh... yeah. Hot." Anon shifted uneasily, trying to ignore the increasingly insistent weight of Applejack's pony-butt and... other unmentionables. Her hooves pressing down onto his wrists. His jeans soaked and... very tight.
"Maybe we oughta get you outta some o' those silly clothes to help you cool off."
"Oh, yeah. I mean, uh, good idea. Just let me—"
Applejack shook her head, and gave Anon another egregious grin. "Unh-uh. Those things are coming off by myhoof, Mister."
"I'd like to see you try," Anon spat back.
It was one thing to be tackled by a pony half your size and perhaps made entirely of gelatin-based desert treat, but have you ever been pinned, and then stripped by one?
Anon hadn't either, and he wasn't eager to find out what it was... okay, fine, he was hella eager. Let's re-frame the previous scenario, only with genitals involved. Do you want that pony-pussy to take you down and rip your shirt off?
Exactly.
And so Anon could only manage a half-hearted resistance as Applejack, with one hoof still pinning his good arm, took her teeth to his shirt collar and began to tug.
It stood to reason, he imagined later, that ponies, being restrained to doing most of their complex manipulation and with their mouths, rather than their hooves, that a pony's jaw-grip might in theory be enough to pull a man's t-shirt off.
Applejack ripped it clean in half, and spat the tattered remnants out behind her like a dog finished with a chicken carcass. She hadn't stopped grinning, and the wild look in her eyes had gotten even brighter, more like a fire burning behind emeralds that knew every single connotation the word 'heat' has in Equestria. Applejack let out a small, playful snarl.
Despite himself, Anon gulped heavily. Where was that confidence of oh so many paragraphs ago?
"Do you ever think about the possibility that someone is watching us and narrating our actions to an obsessed and ogling crowd of fans?"
"Huh?"
It was enough to take her off-guard. Shirtless, but not hopeless, Anon found the strength in a single burst to flip AJ off him and onto the barn floor. He started to scramble to his feet, to take the better position, but AJ had been in more than her fair share of tumbles (what with Big Mac as a brother growing up), and she rolled as she hit the ground, springing expertly to her hooves like... a spring. That rolls. And is also a pony named Applejack. Metaphors are hard sometimes.
"I'm takin' your pants too!"
"Not if I take them first!"
Anon reached frantically for his zipper.
Applejack was too quick for him again, diving a short distance and managing not only to push his hand away, but somehow catch his zipper in her teeth. With a satisfying tug, the seal gave way as Applejack lowered her head. Now there was only a button of resistance between her and the total take-down.
"Unh-uh," Anon said, shaking his head, trying to start backing away. The cider bottle the two had been fighting over managed to sneak its way just under his heel as he stepped, resulting in a cartoon-comedy style fall-over, with the bottle substituting for banana peel. The thud was loud this time, with no preparation or pony-plush cushioning to block the impact. Anon let out a stereotypical 'oof' as he hit the ground.
Eh. He was still breathing, wasn't he?
Anon shook his head dizzily and tried to regain his balance. Propped up on his elbows, he could just make out the blurry orange outline reaching towards his button. A brief, loaded pause... pop. And then two hooves yanking either side of his jeans, down, down and away, and then throwing them, still cider-soaked, into a pile with his ex-t-shirt. Only a pair of blue boxer-briefs remained.
Applejack couldn't stop grinning. "You ready to submit yet?"
"And let you take my boxers off with your teeth? Let's just say I don't trust you that much yet."
"Yer loss!" Applejack sprung into a dive aimed dead-center on her hidden payload. Anon's dick, in a number of words.
The fight at this point seemed mostly to have grown into an excuse for Applejack to toss him around, but for some reason, Anon couldn't abandon his fighting spirit. He climbed to his feet, made his most decent attempt at steadying his center-of-gravity low to the ground, and braced himself for Applejack's impact, hoping that a solid defense might, at the very least, knock her off balance for a few seconds.
It was like Applejack was a pony that had been working on a farm her whole life, or something, though. Anonymous's defense, modeled on vague memories of high school P.E. football at best, didn't stand a chance against Applejack's practice offensive. She took him off his feet with what felt like a boulder's weight suddenly hitting him in the legs and making them buckle. Boxer-briefs were a thing of the past. Applejack took them off her prone opponent with a practiced rodeo expertise. She probably could have hog-tied him, if she'd been in the mood.
Now, finally, both participants were equally naked. For some reason, the feeling wasn't quite the same. Anon wasn't ashamed... he was hard. And it didn't look like he had much to be ashamed of. But he still couldn't help the hot rush flooding his cheeks, and the slight nervousness in his eyes when he looked AJ in the face. The 'what now?' was palpable.
"Winner gets to be on top," Applejack said simply.
Now the brawl had turned into a wrestling match. A hot, sweaty, cider-soaked dust-up. AJ wasn't kidding around—but she was half Anon's size, and her hooves not quite as useful as hands could be...
Time to take as much advantage of the situation as possible.
The one thing Anon could do in this case much better than Applejack, as it turned out, was holds. He didn't remember much of this from high school P.E. either, but it turns out you don't have to do a lot of complicated maneuvers to grab a marshmallow pony's foreleg and bend it backwards. From there, you can pin them to the ground, press yourself against them, and whisper: "My turn."
Or any old thing you want, really.
Applejack wasn't sure what to feel. At once, it was utterly foreign to not have complete control of her body. The only pony who had ever posed a threat to her in a tussle (not counting supernatural entities or ponies of divine nature etc.) was Big Mac, and she'd learned to use his size to her advantage in being faster, more clever, and practicing a lot on top of that. What was strange to her was that she didn't find herself hating the feeling... it was more like a weightlessness, a kind of brick wall that gave up instantly into thin air. What was the point in fighting? If someone was beating you, wouldn't it be nice just to collapse into their nice strong arms and let them...
No. Fight back, AJ!
"Get your monkey paws offa me!" Applejack shouted as she began to thrash in Anon's grip. Anon switched his hold from one of Applejack's forelegs to her whole body, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her tight in a kind of bear hug. Maybe someone who loves wrasslin can edit this after and put in all the cool moves. Like when Undertaker choke-slammed Mankind sixteen feet through—
Wrasslin. Applejack stuck. Thrashing. Not kicking too fiercely with her hind-legs, but giving Anon a run for his money. Dirt kicking up, stained dark with cider and sweat. Anon's erection pressing into Applejack's big, squishy orange butt, as she jerked back and forth, grinding him so low that he occasionally felt an extra hint of wetness from the spot between AJ's legs. She was grunting as she moved, in an indistinct pitch somewhere between 'Lemme go!' and 'Please continue doing this for as long as possible until I can't take it no more and slam my cooter down on that hard dick o' yours like I'm tryin' to squash a barrel of apples with it'. So Anon did as he was told.
"Does this mean I win?" he asked, panting between breaths, but still keeping a firm hold on the wriggling pony in front of him.
Applejack couldn't find it, the break or trick that would let her out. She was royally stuck.
Ptooey, she thought to herself.
"Alright, fine... but if you don't do it right we're switchin'!"
"You ponies are always so insistent... does this have something to do with your estrus cycle?"
"Just shut up and start dickin' me."
"Yes Ma'am—hey, wait. I thought I was the winner here."
"Don't mean you get to call all the shots."
"Does too."
"Does—ow! Does... does not..." Applejack winced as Anon tightened his hold, squeezing the two of them together like a pair in a sleeping bag. His cock was aching, and Applejack's butt, as luscious as ever, seemed to be moving up and down, hot-dogging him on autopilot.
Anon let out a low grown. "Alright, whatever! Just spread 'em." Anon finally released his hold, relaxing the damp, sore, and painfully 'overheated' pony to the ground.
Applejack took a moment to collect herself, shaking her head and running her tongue along her teeth. She looked down at herself, noticing the dampness of her pussy she'd been failing to account for. She looked at Anon and spotted his intimidating looking human cock, bigger than any one on a pony she'd seen before, and twitching slightly, like it was so eager to fuck her it couldn't even sit still. Despite herself, Applejack felt a tiny pebble of doubt settle in her stomach. But she swallowed it, and felt afterwards only the settling of the half-cooler of cider she'd down over the course of the afternoon.
As instructed, Applejack lowered herself to the ground, onto her back, and spread her hind-legs, giving full view of her hot, dripping pussy to Anon, and any impartial third-party viewers who might be observing the occurrence in story form. Anonymous winked to the general crowd. So did AJ. Heh.
To warm up his cock, Anon grabbed it and ran the head along the outside of Applejack's slit, lubing it up nice and wet, accompanied by the slick, desperate sound of AJ's moisture, now leaking a little bit onto the barn floor, and darkening the dirt there too.
Applejack groaned. "Come on, come one... what's the big hold up?"
Anon said nothing, but grinned, and shrugged his shoulders. 'Have it your way', the implication.
Applejack's mouth fell open as she felt every inch of Anon's cock (make-up-your-own-size-here) slammed into her. Bottoming out, filling her, pushing up into her stomach, so big she could see it just a little bit as the whole thing stuffed her up. She felt an involuntary moan, high and desperate, and then that turning into the clenching of her pussy, grabbing like she was wringing it out prematurely, because she was definitely cumming, just from having the thing shoved inside her. Oh, buck.
Anon grinned.
"You came already?"
Applejack tried to hide the sure-fire glow on her face, and to disguise her dumb-looking open-mouth stare into space with a half-hearted glare, but it was no use—nothing on her face could hide the way her pussy had clenched like that, the way it was still squeezing gently now, begging to be emptied and filled up over and over again by this big dick she'd somehow gotten her hooves on.
"Uh... no!" Applejack said half-heartedly. But it was no use. She could already feel herself starting to move, rocking back and forth gently, trying to get just a little movement, to start fucking, to get that cock sliding in and out and in and out of her please...
"Jeez. Was there something in that cider?" Anon asked, with a worried look to Applejack's forehead.
Applejack rolled her eyes. "Oh just shut up and buck me already!"
This time, Anon didn't care to fight the order.
Applejack stared intently at the space between them as Anon pulled his hips back. She watched every inch of his filly-juice slicked up cock slide out of her cooter, and when it was just the tip, the bit he'd run up and down her slit and even pressed a little into her clit—then he'd slide it back in, all at once, not pausing for a moment, until he had bottomed out again, and AJ squealed like a filly with first-row tickets to a rock concert. Of some band that she liked. That was very popular at the time. Similes.
Or, one with much more adult language, anyway.
"Sweet Celestia! That is the biggest dick I have ever bucking seen!" Applejack said, gasping between thrusts as the supposed monster plunged in and out of her pussy.
"Aw, what, this lil' ol thing?" Anon grinned and put a hand on either of AJ's hips, giving him leverage for his thrusts and evening out the timing. The rhythmic slap, slap, slap of fucking filled the barn, intermittently interrupted by AJ's full on yells and moans as she sang praise for the hot dicking-down she was getting to counter the summer heat.
Anon could feel himself start to build up a second layer of sweat. Or was that just the splash of AJ's filly-juices hitting him as he fucked her?
"Oh, buck, yer gonna make me..."
"Cum again?" Anon asked, unable to wipe away the grin.
"Yes!" Applejack gasped. It was the last word she could manage before her orgasm overtook her, and she kicked her hind-legs fiercely into the air as her whole body shook, quivering as it was swallowed by the excess of pleasure. Her pussy clenched again, even harder this time, forcing Anonymous to groan and still his thrusting. It was just too tight to move.
AJ's orgasm lasted a good few seconds before she finally came back to earth, her eyes suddenly open, her breath returning to her in desperate gulps.
"Ho...ly... buck. I've... never had one... like that... before."
Anon shook his head, and wiped a layer of sweat off his nose. "It gets better. Stand up, and face that way." He pointed towards the mostly-closed barn door. Who was gonna be just standing outside listening to them anyway? Exactly.
Applejack didn't feel the fight in her anymore. This new feeling was something very different—like she wanted to sit, and beg, and ask could she please wear a nice pretty collar around her neck? She held her eyes low to the ground as she turned, and assumed the position in record time, head low to the ground, ass bent up and hind-legs spread.
"Like... this?" she asked, more timid than she'd heard her voice before.
"Uh... yeah. Just like—" Anon put one hand on either of Applejack's bootyful butt-cheeks and line his cock up with the dripping hole waiting for him. With one thrust, he was in. "—that!"
"Mmmnh!" Applejack wanted to say words, but her mouth had buried itself in her foreleg instinctively, and she found herself thrashing her backside around with a desperate, hungry movement, grinding her butt into the human's pelvis. Her foreleg scraped across the dirt as she covered her face with it and bucked her hips back, face as low to the ground as it could get. She managed to unmuffle for just one word: "More!"
Anon nodded and pulled his hips back. The way AJ's pussy clenched at him as he moved seemed to say "please, come back". He could barely make it to the tip, the feeling of Applejack's hot, all-encompassing wetness was the perfect amount of friction and soft tunnel, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep from painting her pony-pussy in a huge load of very-virile-but-luckily-cross-species-incompatible human jizz.
Applejack grunted each time a thrust hit her, and occasionally muttered 'buck, buck' under her breath between the moans she still muffled with her foreleg. Too loud, she was sure all the neighbours would hear—what neighbours? You live on a farm—Exactly. Even those neighbours were gonna hear. The whole town of Ponyville, maybe. So why was she bothering to... oh, heck.
"Buck me! Buck me harder!" Applejack yelled suddenly, pulling her foreleg away from her mouth and raising her head up off the dirt. She slammed her butt back into Anon, grinding her cheeks into him, giving little extra 'pound me' jolts every time Anon bottomed out in her pussy.
"Always... with the orders..." Anon muttered. He grabbed a handful of Applejack's slicked-down mane and pulled, eliciting first a gasp, then a girlish squeal as he pounded even harder into Applejack's pussy, with the help of his new hand-hold. His other hand pulled back and slapped Applejack on the ass, leaving a soft, red mark as it left.
"!" Applejack seemed to make a sound, but as her mouth opened, nothing came out. She couldn't tell if it was the shock of somepony—er, somebody—some-person?—hitting her, or the fact that it didn't register as painful at all. Just as 'more'.
There was no need to ask. Anon's hand was already back in place, this time on the other cheek, matching its red mark and sending Applejack's booty jiggling in place for a good three seconds, then back into its normal pattern as Anon fucked her senseless.
"Where do... you want it?" Anon asked, grunting through thrusts, and again wiping as much sweat as he could off his forehead with his arm.
"Ma butt! Shoot it all over my butt!" Applejack shouted. She reached a hoof between her legs and went right to town on her clit, no warm-up. Oh, this was gonna be another big one, maybe even more than before, she could feel her legs starting to shake, she wasn't sure she could keep standing up...
Anon's thrusts became erratic in pace as he neared his climax. Just a few more slams into AJ's throbbing puss, it was getting tighter as she neared her climax, Anon could feel it clenching at him, begging him to shot his load inside...
But the lady had preferences. So, with the tingling in the head of his cock and the tight ache in his balls, Anon pulled out on his last thrust and jerked himself over AJ's luscious cheeks. As Applejack rubbed her clit furiously, she came, hard, and bounced her hips up and down to give Anon's target extra incentive.
The spurts of cum painted Applejack's jiggling butt beautifully, slathering her up in a bowlful of hot, white, sticky cum. It dribbled perfectly between her cheeks, mixing with her own filly-juices and joining the pool on the floor. A few shots had gone all the way up her back, into the part of her mane that Anon wasn't holding.
"Ohhhh... I'm still..." Applejack's legs buckled under her as her orgasm overtook, slamming pleasure into every last nerve-ending it could find and then some. She felt a tiny gush of filly-cum as her pussy clenched, spraying the ground, and then the same mix of smells and juices hit her in the face as she fell to the ground, catching a dirt mixture of all the liquids that had been in the barn: cider, sweat, filly-juice, and, now, Anon's cum. Applejack couldn't tell what part of her fur was wet with which. Her whole body ached. Her pussy was still winking, moving the tiny trickle of cum along it inside.
Anon fell backwards, but caught himself with his hands. He lowered himself to the ground, back into a cross-legged sitting position. Wipe his forehead, let out a big sigh, and smile at Applejack.
"Good fight?" he said, still partly breathless.
Applejack smiled back.
"Good fight," she said.
"But I'm winnin' next time!"
