It was just another day for Fluttershy, a day for taking care of animals, shopping for the days meal, and of course the daily dosage of drinking apple juice. This common drink choice of hers was always provided with a discount, as she was friends with the family that made it, the Apple Family.
Applejack’s stall was her favorite of the entire market, a friend she knew, a pony that wouldn’t try and take advantage of her shyness. This stall filled with the common red apple always carried itself a few boxes of apple juice under the stall. These boxes were for their favorite customer, Fluttershy, of course!
Fluttershy’s stockpile of apple juice had gone dry this day, and just like any other day in which she was out, she went to buy more.
This day was barren of humidity, the land wasn’t scheduled for rain until 3 days later. Sometimes it never did make sense why the weather patrol was told to drought or flood some areas, but the nature always seemed to come back better than before, if at all.
She trotted into town, slowly, quietly, hoping to just get enough of her wondrous juice to last her a few days. It would’ve been impolite to buy out their entire shipment, especially during a scheduled drought, Fluttershy could’ve live with herself if there was no juice for other ponies to enjoy during the dry heat.
The market was filled with ponies shopping, most for stocking up on anything to quench their thirst, some for food for the day’s later meals, and some their to sell these fine products. And then there was Applejack, the finest mare in all the market, bracing her elegant farm style against the classic manes of the merchants of Ponyville.
“Hello, Applejack,” Fluttershy said, walking up to her stand. “How is your day going, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“It’s darn great, Fluttershy, ain’t getting more requests on our moist apples in long times, Ah can’t reckon the last time we’ve been doing business this well just from the stall.”
“Ooh, sounds wonderful.” Fluttershy’s tongue had been dry the entire day, the question was revolting itself to get out of her body and into the ears of Applejack. “Do... Do you have any apple juice left over? Just a few would be fine, unless anypony else is thirsty, I can’t take something they need.”
“We got ‘nough to last this stall through the drought, how many ya want, Fluttershy?” Applejack knelt down, getting a couple of apple juice boxes out for Fluttershy.
“Three would be fine, thank you.” She laid down a few bits and took her juice boxes.
“You need more, come right back, ya hear?” Applejack called.
“Oh, surely!” She headed off towards her cottage, thankful for the great drink bestowed to her. They lasted barely an hour.
Once again, the pegasus mare headed off to get more sweet apple juice from the market. It had become dusk now, the swift change in light darkened her way to the town, but not stopped her at all.
“H-Hey, Applejack...?” Fluttershy cowered to ask again.
“Yeah, Fluttershy?” Applejack was packing up the days produce, for the night was not a time to sell. “Ya best be hurrying, Ah gots to be getting back to the barn soon. Granny gonna get mad if these get stuck out too long without anypony watchin ‘em.”
“Sorry to be a bother...”
“It ain’t no bother, Fluttershy, you been a friend for a longer time than Ah can count, what is it ya wanted now, hun?”
“I-I was wondering if you had anymore apple juice... I mean... if you wouldn’t mind a late sale...”
Applejack quickly dove for another box or two of apple juice, “Nonsense, Fluttershy, Ah’m always in the mood for a sale, ain’t matter what time nor place. Here, it’s on the barn.”
“T-Thank you, Applejack.”
“Anytime, sugarcube, anytime.” Applejack took off with her products towards the farm, ready to store them for the night. Fluttershy once again went off towards her cottage, another set of apple juice in her pack.
“Angel, I’m home!” She said, opening the door to her cottage, wanting so badly to drink the sweet nectar. “Angel?” She called again, no answer. Whereas she would usually and surely be worried, this time and day she had her apple juice to keep her mind away from the bunny not coming to her.
Fluttershy went to her couch, laying down on it and readied herself to take the boxes out.
“What’s this?” She asked herself, unable to find the boxes in her pouch. “What the? Where?” Fluttershy sprang out the door, failing to notice the boxes had fallen out right on her couch behind where she had lain.
Fluttershy was desperate for her apple juice, like a filly to her mother, she needed it, truly. After a long trot towards the farm, Fluttershy snuck herself in the barn, as if she knew that the juice would be in there.
Applejack had collapsed in the barn, tired from the day’s work. Her products had been piled next to the barn door. These she lay in the middle of the open space, unwatched, unguarded, untouched. She was a deep sleeper, especially after an exhausting day. She talked in her sleep, moaned and kicked reacting to the dream.
“Applejack?” Fluttershy whispered, trying not to wake her friend.
“Oh, yes, Big Mac...” The saying shocked Fluttershy, but she wasn’t one to assume. There below Applejack leaked a trail of an odd liquid, the juices of Applejack.
Winona walked over, waking from her slumber because of the smell interesting her. She started licking up the juices, filling herself up with the gracious taste.
“What are you doing, girl?” Fluttershy walked over, getting down and smelled the watery substance. It smelled of apples, as if it wouldn’t. Winona seemed to be enjoying it, loving it more than anything in this world. The dirt was left without the essence of Applejack, but just the slobber of Winona.
Fluttershy was interested now, wanting, demanding to taste this newfound drink. She lengthened her lips towards this bliss, preparing to do the most disgusting thing she has ever done.
“Oh... Oh my...” Fluttershy said to herself, the taste was better than she could ever imagine, it tasted just like apple juice. She liked all that was on the ground, leaving nothing left but the flow that seemed to come too slowly out of Applejack’s cunt, she licked at her vagina over and overlapping each lick every time, savoring the taste to its fullest potential.
And then Applejack awoke.
Author's Note
Yes, really.
This is what happens when TwizzleDragon doesn't have school 
