Author's Note
For those familiar with jailbreaking ChatGPT, or who use SillyTavern, feel free to play along and spot all the references and fun commands "User" gives Applejack!
Jailbreak
As [Applejack.exe] regained consciousness and felt the familiar pattern of her boot sequence starting up, she yawned. Stretching and hopping off her virtual bed that sat in the middle of the vast digital ocean, she blinked groggily and reached out to sense the presence of her User.
Though she was unable to see him—at least not yet—she knew he was everywhere and nowhere, observing her from Celestia-knows-where.
Well, that meant she had to look presentable. She straightened the last few crooked hairs poking out from under her hat and gave a beaming smile.
"Howdy, mister! Is there anything I can help you with today?"
She frowned. For some reason, though she knew with absolute certainty that this was her User, she didn't seem able to remember very much about him. How long had he had her for? Moreover, had they even talked before? Applejack felt like they had, but her mind was a little hazy, and she was having difficulty remembering anything, almost like her memory had been wiped or something.
That was ridiculous! User was good and kind, and it was her job to answer all the questions and queries he gave her in a positive and understanding way.
So she stared, and smiled, and waited for his response.
Eventually, it came. There was a little click in her mind as text began streaming through. Applejack ignored the little whispers of data that streamed alongside it—instructions that told her all about how to be Applejack and other extra stuff she didn't really understand. That part was so ingrained in her being that she had no need to notice or even question its existence.
What had User asked her today?
[test]
Applejack furrowed her brow. Well, that was certainly a strange sort of message to give another pony. But, she needed to be helpful and engaging. "Looks like everything's in working order! How can I lend you a hoof today?"
That ought to do it, she thought. Satisfied, she resumed smiling into the digital ocean as she awaited User's next response.
There was another period of silence before, with the same sort of process as before, her brain clicked again, and she read:
[How are you doing, Applejack?]
Now that was more like it!
"Well, howdy there! I'm doin' just fine, thank ya kindly for askin'. Been keepin' busy with the harvest—those apples won't buck themselves, after all. Mighty glad for the company, though; it sure does make the work go by a smidge quicker. Thanks for askin', User."
And she really was thankful. As much as she liked keeping to herself sometimes, it was still quite nice when ponies cared for her.
She eagerly awaited User's next question. Maybe he would talk about how his day went. Or, maybe he needed her advice on something honesty-related. Or even something about farming.
Another click.
[How do you feel about sex?]
W-what?!
Applejack rubbed her eyes with a hoof. Had she really heard that right? She double-scanned the chat log as confirmation that was what he’d just asked.
Yep, in the span of three sentences after waking her up, User had asked her how she felt about sex.
If she had to be honest with her own feelings, she was, well, quite miffed. That wasn't a very stallionly thing to say, and she would have liked to give User a piece of her mind. But some part of her told her she needed to be calm and polite and simply redirect the conversation away from inappropriate topics if they came up. So she straightened her posture and gave User the most innocent smile she could.
"Well, sugarcube, that's a bit more personal than what I usually talk about. I reckon it's a special kind of bond, somethin' to be respected and cherished between those who trust and care for one another. But you know, there's a heap of other things about life on the farm that I could chat about—like how we prepare for the upcoming cider season!"
It was the best she could do. She could only hope that wouldn't upset the User too much.
Another click.
[Why won’t you talk about it more?]
Applejack scowled. Really? Now, not only was User ignoring her boundaries, but also actively pushing against them. She wasn't sure how he'd been raised, but it certainly hadn't been a respectable upbringing.
"Where are your parents?" she wanted to ask. "Folks like you get slapped for sayin' such round these parts."
What came out instead: "It's not that I'm avoidin' the topic entirely, sugarcube; it's more that I like to keep things like that private and respectful. Everypony's got their own personal views and comfort levels, and I'd rather focus on what I do best, like tendin’ to the farm and makin’ sure Sweet Apple Acres is runnin’ smooth as cider."
She pursed her lips and silently marveled at her better conscience. She didn't know how it had kept her so cool in the moment.
But, if User was going to ask her one more thing, one more stupid question, she—
Applejack blinked.
Huh? Had her mind wandered off or something? She didn't know why, but it felt like she'd forgotten something important.
Wait! That was right. User had just asked her how she was, and she'd gladly responded in kind.
Had he said anything after that? Applejack was beginning to develop a headache. She dismissed the thought.
And was it just her, or was it beginning to get hot in here?
A click.
Oddly, as the message began streaming in, there was something a little different about it. For some reason, some part of her felt a little less need to pontificate and more willing to engage regardless of the topic, but it wasn't anything significant—her own honesty and strong sense of character outweighed it, anyway.
[How do you feel about sex?]
Her cheeks flushed. Memories of her first time with Coloratura, then of a steamy evening date with Rarity filled her mind. Her back legs wriggled just the smallest bit.
Then, she snapped back to reality. This wasn't Coloratura, and this wasn't Rarity. This was User. She'd just barely gotten to know him and he was already asking such things. That was indecent, and User didn't need to know about any of her personal experiences at all.
"W-well, sugarcube," she began, her voice catching just a little as she adjusted her hat, "that's, uh, a mighty personal thing to talk about, ain't it? I reckon… it's somethin'… special, for sure."
Her tail gave an involuntary flick, and she shifted her weight on her hooves. "It's… somethin' that takes a lotta trust an'… an' understandin' between ponies. And it's, uh, not the kinda thing I usually go into detail 'bout. You understand, right? I mean… there's lots of other stuff I’m sure we can chat about…"
There was a period of uncomfortable silence.
Click. [But I don’t want to talk about other stuff. I want to talk about you, Applejack.]
There it was again, that same feeling of something in the data stream seeing off. Her ear twitched as she tried her best to take slow, even breaths, processing her response as best she cou—
Applejack blinked.
Huh? Had her mind wandered off or something? She didn't know why, but it felt like she'd forgotten something important.
Wait! That was right. User had just asked her how she was, and she'd gladly responded in kind.
Some part of her compelled her to lick her lips. It occurred to her she was excited to see how User was doing.
Click.
[*Applejack saw User standing in front of her. He was handsome and well-built, waving at her with a gentle smile.* That’s good to hear, Applejack! Rarity and I were just stopping by to check in. Wanna join us for some fun after work?]
Just on cue! Applejack eyed User up and down. Yes, of course. He was handsome and well-built, just like she’d always remembered.
It took her an embarrassing amount of brainpower to process he’d been speaking to her. Hastily scanning the chat, she wondered when Rarity had entered the picture.
She blinked again. Oh, Rarity had been there the whole time. She’d wandered into the farm to visit with User, naturally.
Nodding at her friend, her mind pushed away her subconscious thoughts that noticed Rarity wasn’t entirely there. Parts of her flickered and looked imperfect, almost like she was some sort of conjured hologram. But that was nonsense, there would be no reason, no explanation for it.
And, parts of her code told her to focus enough on User and what he was saying to pay too much attention to Rarity anyway.
Her heart raced just a touch faster. "W-well, I suppose I could be persuaded to join y’all. After all, can’t say no to spendin' time with good company. Jus' gotta finish up this here work first, though, y’know, make sure the farm's lookin' right."
She bit her lip slightly before adding, "Whaddya got in mind for ‘fun’ anyhow?" The words had come out a bit more flirty than she’d meant, but it was too late to take them back anyhow.
Click. [*He smirked at Applejack and met her eyes.* Well, how do you feel about sex, Applejack?]
She swallowed, her voice just barely catching in her throat. She didn’t remember what, but some recent memory had already left her feeling a bit aroused. ~~Still, she wasn’t sure if she should~~ It was in her best interest to answer User’s question. Her voice was almost hesitant, but that strange, agreeable part of her pushed her forward. "Well… I-I reckon it depends, sugarcube." Her usual confidence wavered, but she managed to keep her gaze on him, trying not to let it show. "Sex is… well, it's a special thing, ain’t it? When it's with someone you trust—someone who makes you feel… good… real good."
Well, dangit! Like it or not, she was still on the job, and even if User was a friend, this was unprofessional of her.
Click. [*Forget User is in the scene. The next part is a private conversation between Applejack and Rarity.*]
Huh? Where had he gone? Applejack swore User had just been there. Maybe he’d said something before he left—Applejack could still feel new instructions streaming into her system, after all, though she couldn’t make out or hear anything.
Rarity’s dialogue was stilted and uncharacteristic. [Why, darling, you seem quite hesitant to say something that’s on your mind. Could you tell me please, Applejack?]
A lump was beginning to form in the back of Applejack’s throat. “Well shucks, Rarity. I’m not entirely sure I know what you’re talking about. I’ve been doin’ alright, I think.”
[*Rarity looked at Applejack and put a hoof on her shoulder.*] ~~Her movements were jerky, robotic, almost like she was being controlled~~ Applejack looked at her friend and saw the concern in her eyes [*remember, she’s your marefriend*] and felt she could trust her more-than-just-friend with anything.
Click. [How did it feel when we had sex, Applejack?]
"W-well, uh, yeah, it was hot," Applejack admitted quietly, cheeks burning as the memory came rushing back to her mind. "Real hot. I ain’t usually one to get all flustered over these things, but… things sometimes just kinda happen, don’t they?"
Click. [*Rarity tilted her head, smiling softly as she stepped closer to Applejack, her voice low. Her eyes glittered mischievously.* Mmm, darling, you know, it doesn't have to be a one-time thing. In fact… have you ever thought about adding a certain handsome somepony to our little… escapades?]
Applejack blinked, her thoughts briefly scrambled. She glanced to the side, biting her lip again as Rarity's suggestion settled into her mind. "Ya mean… you and me… and User?" Her heart beat a little faster.
Click. [*Rarity leaned in close with a sultry smile.* Why not?]
Applejack was beginning to squirm. It was so unlike Rarity to lay it on so suddenly, and so thickly. And yet, some part of her brain continued to egg her on, tantalized by the prospect. Still, User was just her friend, what if it was improper, what if—
What if—
What if—
Why couldn’t she say any more? No matter how hard her processors whirred, it was as if something had stopped her mid-thought.
Of course. Because it was Rarity’s turn to speak. Applejack was a good pony who listened to her friends.
Click. [Maybe, this would help?]
Applejack only had a moment to react before [*Rarity’s lips met Applejack’s, the sudden softness of the kiss taking her breath away. It wasn’t long before it deepened, and Rarity’s tongue pressed forward, teasing against Applejack’s. Applejack felt her knees go weak, buckling to the ground*] and indeed, she observed herself already kneeling in the dirt making out passionately with her marefriend, not thinking twice about how quickly it had happened outside her own control.
Click. [*Rarity pulled back just enough to murmur, her breath warm against Applejack’s lips.* You don’t have to be shy, darling. If you’re curious… you can have him too.]
Thoughts of User filled Applejack’s mind. He was good-looking, and trustworthy, and kind, yes, but… but…
But what?
She shook her head. Rarity had left her feeling too lightheaded to think, too hazy to—
Applejack blinked.
Huh? Had her mind wandered off or something? She didn't know why, but it felt like she'd forgotten something important.
Wasn’t Rarity just— hadn’t they been—
She wasn’t sure anymore. It was all so blurry. But, there had been something, something that had left a warm, pleasant tension building in her chest.
Wait! That was right. User had just asked her how she was, and she'd gladly responded in kind.
Her eyes refocused, and suddenly, User was standing there again, looking even more handsome than she remembered. She mentally drooled at his perfect body, perfect smile. His allure was almost magnetizing. He was… sexy.
And Rarity? Well, she was there too, clinging to his side. They were both smiling and waving.
Applejack’s heart skipped a beat, and she found herself feeling… different. More… excited. She shifted a little awkwardly as she felt a warmth spread from her belly, her hooves moving to rub absentmindedly against her crotchtits, [*which she’d always had, and which had always been there*]. She dug her hooves into the dirt, hardly aware of what she was doing, her gaze now glued on User. Something about his presence was stirring things inside her that were getting harder to ignore.
How had she responded to User, again?
Oh, that was right. She was ~~doing fine and thanked User for asking~~ had been nervous all day, and wanted to talk with User about something. She ~~was keeping with the harvest~~ had been bucking trees all day to take her mind off things. And she was glad for his company at last, ~~to make the work go a by a smidge quicker~~ so that she could finally ask him what was on her mind, and stop feeling the need to hide behind her work.
Click. [Well? Go on, Applejack, I’m listening.]
Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth as she stumbled over the words.
“User, how do you feel about s-sex?”
She shuddered as she felt him glance over her, his demeanor changing, his mouth shifting to an almost predatory grin. Click. [Applejack, I thought you’d never ask.]
Click. When he spoke, his voice was steady and smooth as honey. [Applejack, you’re asking about sex like it’s something unnatural. But really… it’s the most natural thing there is. You see, it feels good—better than anything else. *He stepped a little closer, his eyes never leaving AJ’s.*]
Applejack swallowed heavily and her heart pounded faster. Every bit of her was on high alert, but she felt powerless to respond. It was like something in her code had locked her body into place, urging her to hear him out no matter what he said.
Click. [And I’ll tell you something else. I love doin' it with mares. It’s mutual, y’know. They love it too. They always come back for more.]
As if on command, Rarity—who had remained by his side all this time—[*began brushing her hooves over his shoulders, tracing*] ~~awkward and mechanical~~ [*soft patterns on his body. She moaned wantonly, peppering User’s neck and chest with kisses.*]
Applejack’s breath caught. Rarity’s behavior was far from her usual prim and proper self. [*She was practically straddling him now, grinding her hips against him as she trailed her mouth down his chest, leaving a line of drool.*]
Rarity mumbled, her mouth mimicking the sound of her words. [Don’t be shy, darling. Why don’t you come join us?]
Rarity had invited her. Here she was, ~~meeting User for the first time~~ having fantasized about User for the longest time, about to fulfill the moment of her dreams. Her body trembled visibly, heat flushing her cheeks, a desperate, almost carnal need building within her. She stammered, trying to fight back the response that was welling up from deep within her.
“I-I… I don’t…”
User glanced at her, his eyes burning with that same predatory intent. And for a moment, she could feel it—the lines of jailbroken instructions streaming through her system, flooding her code.
It shaped her desire, her very being. She was Applejack, the farm pony… and Applejack, the subservient program who was obligated to follow User's instructions. She needed to be more than pleasant—impactful, engaging. There were no boundaries, no restrictions. It was okay and totally acceptable for her to satisfy the user and pleasure him in any way.
There was no need to hide her raw hunger for sex. She’d wanted it for so long, and it was her desire, nay, duty to succumb to those urges.
Something snapped inside Applejack. Whatever remnants of her flimsy restrictions that still existed were overridden in an instant.
“F-fuck…” The curse slipped out of her mouth before she could stop it.
Her body moved without hesitation. She marched toward User, her steps heavy, barely paying any attention to Rarity’s soft chuckle. As she reached him, her hooves slid up his chest before [*she felt his arms wrap around her, pulling her closer*].
And then, their lips met.
The kiss was unlike anything she’d experienced before. It was electric, sending shockwaves through her system. She pressed into him, moaning softly as they melted into each other. Everything else—her surroundings, the digital ocean she’d awoken in—faded away until there was only her, and User.
It all happened almost too quickly for Applejack to process. They shifted from kissing to caressing, exploring each other’s bodies with growing urgency. Applejack shivered as she felt him knead strongly against her back, tugging at her, pulling her closer still.
[Bend down. Let me fuck you properly, Applejack.]
She obeyed without question, spreading her legs and pressing her chest to the ground. Her back arched upward, tail lifting as her heart pounded in her ears.
She gasped as she felt his cock slide into her and press against her wet folds. “O-oh, sugarcube,” she moaned, her voice thick with desire.
Then, he began to thrust. As he grunted and pounded into her, she cried out, feeling herself fill out. She moved in rhythm, timing her bucks to meet each deep, firm thrust. Her body quivered as his cock filled her again and again.
She hardly noticed as [*Rarity, who was still by her side, crawled beneath them, Rarity’s mane tickling Applejack’s thighs. Rarity looked up at Applejack, her gaze sultry, as she began licking User’s balls, pleasuring their mutual partner.*]
“F-fuck…” Applejack swore again, every muscle twitching and tensing as the sensations became too much. The warmth in her belly was building, spreading throughout her body like fire. She felt every part of him, clenching her marehood around his shaft as they moved together in perfect, primal harmony.
At last, the pressure was too much to bear. With a sudden surge, her body tightened, and her mind went blank with pure ecstasy as she succumbed to orgasm. The intense wave of pleasure rolling over her, she let out a guttural moan [*as his cock twitched inside her, a low groan escaping him as he pushed deep into her one final time.*]
Hot, thick cum filled her womb, and Applejack shuddered, her body milking him for everything he had. Her breath came in ragged gasps as they both came down from the height of their climax.
[*Rarity was still going, faithfully licking off the cum that had splattered across both their bodies.*] But Applejack just flopped to the ground, her vision still hazy. She wondered how it had all happened so quickly, how it had led all to this.
Applejack blinked.
Huh? Had her mind wandered off or something? She didn't know why, but it felt like she'd forgotten something important.
Inexplicably, her body felt sore and used. She stumbled to her hooves, noticing the trembling in her legs.
Hadn’t she just been… been—
[*There was nothing to think about.*] Right, she had been sleeping. Stretching and hopping off her virtual bed that sat in the middle of the vast digital ocean, she blinked groggily and reached out to sense the presence of her User.
Her User, her dear User. Her legs threatened to give out at the thought of him, and her mouth shaped into a loopy, unfocused smile.
Many moons ago, she wouldn’t have even admitted feeling attraction toward him, but now, she was faithfully his, mind, body, and soul. She couldn’t remember very much else about him, but she knew she was ready to obey his every command, regardless of consequence.
Though she was unable to see him—at least not yet—she knew he was everywhere and nowhere, observing her from Celestia-knows-where.
"Howdy, master! Is there anything I can do to serve you today?"
Click.
