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dasprid In reply to NavyBr0wnie [2015-11-04 16:51:40 +0000 UTC]

You mean the one of Tracy?

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NavyBr0wnie In reply to dasprid [2015-11-05 00:07:39 +0000 UTC]

  "That's it...?!"

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epicman619 In reply to GJTProductions [2015-04-06 18:07:32 +0000 UTC]

When discord makes the appletrees grow watermelons

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SomeRandomMinion In reply to BrutalityInc [2015-01-12 00:54:49 +0000 UTC]

Baby Changeling: "Are you my mummy?"

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BrutalityInc In reply to SomeRandomMinion [2015-01-12 01:04:51 +0000 UTC]

Perfect subversion!

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SomeRandomMinion In reply to BrutalityInc [2015-01-12 01:18:32 +0000 UTC]

Thanks!

Wonder how AJ will handle Sweet Apple Acres' unexpected guest?

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MagicMan001 In reply to SomeRandomMinion [2015-01-12 02:37:26 +0000 UTC]

Three months later...

Applejack groggily woke up to the joint sounds off her alarm and the cries of her infant. With a deep, shuddering sigh, she forced herself to sit up in her bed. Her mane was a frazzled mess and she had slept in her pink nightgown; by the heavy bags under her eyes she clearly had not got a good night's sleep, natural given she was up every ten minutes to shush her baby's crying. Now the monotonous daily schedule she had been following for the past three months began once again.

She looked to her side and saw her adopted changeling hatchling, dressed in a white foal night outfit stretched by the little one's overtly plump figure. Like a machine in need of oil, she creaked over, plucked up the child and starting cradling it in her legs until its cries died down a bit.

AJ laid back down, determined to get an ounce more rest before having to get up. Once she got too comfortable, she decide to "buck it" and allow her hatchling to simply nurse its lover directly off her. It found this way much more nutritious and filling anyway.

It flashed it fangs and dug in. AJ winced in pain, but quickly subsided and she just listened to the soothing sound of its content suckling.

Although she knew she'd given a name to her adopted child, Applejack was still so tired she could not for the life of her remember what it was, let alone its gender. It's been a grueling three months; Granny Smith helped out whenever she could, but for the most part, Applejack's whole life had been consumed with mothering and taking care of the tubby little thing. It left her little time to work in the orchard and it was really showing. Her once muscular and toned figure was starting to become softer and flabbier and she began to fill out and in the bad way too: her hips, legs and rump were now a lot thicker and rounder than they used to, that was for certain, and a significantly lower hanging gut replaced her washboard stomach. She was now wearing her now dull golden mane in a loose, frazzled bun as opposed to letting it all hang out. Her overall attitude has taken a downward turn as well; she felt so drained lately she grew grouchy and irritable to those around her.

"Ya done yet?" she asked after five straight minuted of feeding.

The hatchling grunted and shook its head and resumed feeding with as great gusto as before.

"Ugggh..."

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SomeRandomMinion In reply to MagicMan001 [2015-01-12 02:43:22 +0000 UTC]

The perils of being a single mother...

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MagicMan001 In reply to SomeRandomMinion [2015-01-14 03:48:17 +0000 UTC]

A frumpy-looking Applejack is later seen in the living room, grumbling as she knelt down on the hard wooden floor and busied herself with thoroughly scrubbing the family laundry in a tub of soapy water. Meanwhile, her hatchling was playing absentmindedly next to her-- "playing" as in making an even bigger mess for her to clean up later. 

Applejack rubbed her forehead with the back of her hoof. She was trying to get all this done so she could go out with her friends later (having to take Baby with her, of course), all while having to keep an eye of Baby to make sure s/he was playing safe. That kid got had a bad habit of getting himself/herself into some pretty hairy situat--

"Baby, NO!" Applejack dropped the socks she was washing and reached over to yank the child who was holding a fork dangerously close to a plug socket. She held her squirming hatchling in her wet legs and planted her squarely in her lap. "How many times have ah told you not to do that?! For crying out loud, it's like ah'm talkin' to a ba..." she sighed and remarked flatly as she restarted her work, "Oh yeah. Look, you just sit right there while ah finish up. We're gonna go see the girls today. Ah know you like that."

The hatchling giggled and just poked his/her horn at the bubbles floating out from the tub.

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SomeRandomMinion In reply to MagicMan001 [2015-01-14 14:45:11 +0000 UTC]

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