@Background Pony #82B8  
when i stated this i didnt knew the green crysalis cloned cutie mark was showing.. so ofcourse she is evil

@LatchieLatch
 
Wow! That one’s great!

@LatchieLatch  
I endorse this kink.

You get an invitation one day from AJ to come into her barn. There’s no specific instructions besides “come alone” which is written on the back of the note given to you. You’re not sure whether to make heads or tails of it, but considering that AJ has but nothing but friendly and sometimes chatty, you think nothing over it. You assume she just wants to show you something special or odd she doesn’t show everyone else.
 
You arrive at the barn, a little late in the evening (it was a long day) and you rap your knuckles against one of the doors. It creaks, unlocked and left in the wind. You find it odd, but peering inside you see no visible movement, nor do you hear any. You find it odd that it’s so… quiet. You peer your head inside, and you call out to AJ. Silence greets you.
 
Figuring that this was some sort of joke, none the wiser of what awaited you, you sigh and walk in. You call out to the apple pony, and pace deeper into the barn, craning your head to find any sort of sign of her. As you reach the center of the barn, you hear another creak, the clicking of a lock… and an audible thump of a block of wood sealing you inside.
 
You turn around to the sound of approaching steps, as well as odd creaks of what sounding like something rubbing against itself. You turn around in time to see Applejack halfway to you. A devious smirk etched upon her lips, she stares you down as though you were prey. A bullwhip was held in her left hand, tapping the folded end against the open palm of her right. “Evenin’ Sugarcube,” she greets.  
“I bet y’all wondering why I invited you over,” she starts, continuing her advance, and eyeing you hungrily. She smacks her glossy lips together as you get a clearer look at what she’s wearing. Shiny, ass-less chaps worn, and colored like dark leather. A thin waist corset was sitting comfortably just underneath a bra that did no favors in hiding her body.
 
You stare, unsure of how to react or think. She tops in front of you, and she presses her index finger up against the bottom of your chin, making you look up at her. You look away instinctively, and she smirks, blowing out an amused snort. “Cute,” she remarks, “but I’m not here to butter you up with words. Nope, I’m here to… well, no other way of saying it – but you’re be my plaything from now on, Dear.”
 
You blink, the “dear” coming off rather surprising, and sounding far more elegant than it should. Immediately, the idea that this was Rarity’s doing comes to mind. You remember hearing about about a unicorn of Rarity’s colors tutoring the fashion designer, then ultimately becoming a plaything to the fashionista out of the blue, as well as an earth pony getting toyed with day and night by Princess Twilight Sparkle after paying her a brief visit. Was this to become your fate as well?
 
“Ah’m only going to ask you once before things get rough, sugar cube… hands out in front, and get on your knees.”
 

 
This is under the impression the Mean 6 did infiltrate Ponyville. Hope the little story is entertaining since I wrote it on a whim.

“I’m totally on the pill! The best, most effective pill they’ve made!”
 
Or:
 
“Don’t worry, it’ll only be thirty minutes. I just gotta let off some steam, then you’ll be free as a bird!”

@Beau Skunky  
she is evil?

Why does evil have to be sexy?
 
Though, don’t wanna be whipped. lol

*that one phrase about leatherman from gachimuchi

this is oen sexy applejack here