Honest Applejack Answers
Hunting season

*the royal guard, a unicorn, trots up to you* are you Applejack Apple?

*Applejack keeps her brow raised, raising up a hoof below the brim of her hat as she gently pushed it up, giving the guard a quick nod* 

Ah’m Applejack…Question is, who’s askin’ fer ‘er? *she smiled slyly, wondering why a royal guard was looking for such a simple farming pony such as herself*

I'M-A KEES YOU! *grabs face and rapidly kisses* MUAH! MUAH! MUAH! MUAH! MUAH! MUAH! MUAH! MUAH! MUAH~! <3<3<3<3<3<3<3

Whoa, whoa now!  What in the hay’s gotten inta you?!  Knock it off!

*you see a royal guard coming down the hill in your general direction*

*Applejack raises a brow at the approaching royal guard, wondering just what in Equestria is going on to warrant such a visit…If indeed he was heading in her general direction*

Ah'm... probably not your Apple Bloom... *lowers ears and her bow* Ah think ah'll get goin' now... But ah'll say, you look good in panties! *dashes off, giggling and laughing* n_n

*Applejack sighs, looking behind her at the obstructive clothing on her backside* ….These’re things, they don’t feel right at all…

*Puts her in panties* Yes good. Excellence incarnate.
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What the hay’s goin’ on?! This ain’t natural!

Big sis! How'ya doing? *shows fangs* I EXPRESS MY DOUBT THAT YOU ARE ACTUALLY MY BIG SIS DUE TO SOME SHIT ABOUT ALTERNATE DIMENSIONS AND -- *hides fangs* Ah mean what.

Ah dunno whatcha are…But git the buck on outta here before Ah put the hurt on ya!

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Hmmmmmmm….Nah. *she shakes her head, some spaghetti sauce around her mouth* Unless that’s what yer wantin’.  Ah figured it could use a lil’ bit o’ parmesan cheese on it.  Oh, and garlic bread!

Oh, that’s much better than the song I had in mind.

*Applejack tilts her head, her face ever so slowly getting more and more pasta sauce all over it, blinking at Twi* 

A song, huh?  Ya got me curious, admittedly. *she has a piece of spaghetti hanging out of her mouth, which she begins to suck on, slurping it up into her mouth, smiling*

It’s best if it’s never sung.

*Applejack frowns, looking across the table at Twilight with her face covered in pasta sauce by this point in time* It can’t be THAT bad…Can it?

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Hmmmmmmm….Nah. *she shakes her head, some spaghetti sauce around her mouth* Unless that’s what yer wantin’.  Ah figured it could use a lil’ bit o’ parmesan cheese on it.  Oh, and garlic bread!

Oh, that’s much better than the song I had in mind.

*Applejack tilts her head, her face ever so slowly getting more and more pasta sauce all over it, blinking at Twi* 

A song, huh?  Ya got me curious, admittedly. *she has a piece of spaghetti hanging out of her mouth, which she begins to suck on, slurping it up into her mouth, smiling*

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Yes, I think we should save the old lady dream pasta for another time.

*As if seemingly through a time jump, the two are back at Sweet Apple Acres, saving a lot of time for everypony.  She grins, pushing the door open as she rubs her hooves together* 

This oughta be fun.  Hopefully it’ll be at least as good as homemade can be, Ah ain’t no pasta master here.

I haven’t met a true pasta masta in years, don’t worry.

*She smiles, and with a few flicks of the hoof and a montage video later, there’s a giant bowl of pasta with tomato sauce sitting on the table, a few little meatballs spread out here and there* Aaaaaaand voila!  That wasn’t so bad.

No, but the musical number was rather… meh.

Ah’m real sorry ‘bout that, Twi.  Ah kinda dropped the ball when there wasn’t nothin’ that rhymed with spaghetti comin’ ta me. *she blushes faintly, dropping herself down in a chair* Let’s dig in, though!

*Twilight drops herself down into a different chair, because dropping herself into the same chair might be awkward and a little creepy.* Right! *Twilight proceeds to dig in.*

*Applejack joins the purple unicorn in the digging in* Hmmmmm…This ain’t bad at all.  Though it’s kinda feelin’ like somethin’ is missin’…

A singalong?

Hmmmmmmm….Nah. *she shakes her head, some spaghetti sauce around her mouth* Unless that’s what yer wantin’.  Ah figured it could use a lil’ bit o’ parmesan cheese on it.  Oh, and garlic bread!

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Yes, I think we should save the old lady dream pasta for another time.

*As if seemingly through a time jump, the two are back at Sweet Apple Acres, saving a lot of time for everypony.  She grins, pushing the door open as she rubs her hooves together* 

This oughta be fun.  Hopefully it’ll be at least as good as homemade can be, Ah ain’t no pasta master here.

I haven’t met a true pasta masta in years, don’t worry.

*She smiles, and with a few flicks of the hoof and a montage video later, there’s a giant bowl of pasta with tomato sauce sitting on the table, a few little meatballs spread out here and there* Aaaaaaand voila!  That wasn’t so bad.

No, but the musical number was rather… meh.

Ah’m real sorry ‘bout that, Twi.  Ah kinda dropped the ball when there wasn’t nothin’ that rhymed with spaghetti comin’ ta me. *she blushes faintly, dropping herself down in a chair* Let’s dig in, though!

*Twilight drops herself down into a different chair, because dropping herself into the same chair might be awkward and a little creepy.* Right! *Twilight proceeds to dig in.*

*Applejack joins the purple unicorn in the digging in* Hmmmmm…This ain’t bad at all.  Though it’s kinda feelin’ like somethin’ is missin’…