After one of Pinkie Pie’s wild parties at Sugarcube corner, the crowd eventually dies off and leaves behind a mess. Applejack, understanding how hard Pinkie worked setting the party up, volunteered to clean up. As did a colt, named Flaming Frets.
 
Suspecting she was alone, AJ felt more than comfortable enough to rip ass out in the open. Frets, only a short distance behind her, caught the blast right in his face. He sniffled and coughed, and Applejack turned around, thoroughly embarrassed. Frets face turned red, saying he didn’t mind it, and Applejack understood what he really meant.
 
Applejack bent over, and let out another hot blast of stink into his face. Despite his manual desire to be polite, he couldn’t help but sniff in AJ’s scent. Applejack asked if he’d like a little bit more, and she smiled at him. Frets knew he couldn’t lie to her, and he politely accepted her generous offer to satiate his forbidden lust for her gas.