#mlp fluff

human!applejack who falls for you slowly without realizing it. one day she just goes, "huh… I get real happy when she's around," and suddenly she's in love.

human!applejack who is absolutely an acts of service girlfriend. she fixes your fence, carries heavy stuff for you, bring you extra apples "just 'cause."

human!applejack who calls you "sugarcube," darling," and "sweetheart" without even thinking about it. you'll be blushing and she's just like, "what? that's just how I talk" which is partially true and partially not.

human!applejack who gets flustered when you flirt back even though you're literally dating.

human!applejack who notices If you're tired immediately. "you look worn out, sugarcube. come sit a spell." next thing you know you're dozed off in her jacket.

human!applejack who dates are super simple but perfect with: apple picking, sitting on the barn roof watching sunsets, picnics in sweet apple acres, late night talks in the kitchen.

human!applejack who's protective in the quiet way. she won't start fights, but if someone disrespects you she steps in immediately.

human!applejack who loves when you lean on her physically and emotionally. if you rest your head on her shoulder she gets all soft inside.

human!applejack who takes you to meet the family FAST. big mac already treats you like family, apple bloom thinks you're way more than good enough, and granny smith adores you.

human!applejack who worries she's not "proper" enough for you sometimes, especially if you're from the city or very elegant. you constantly have to reassure her she's perfect just the way she is :(

human!applejack who always kisses you warm and slow. she gives lots of forehead kisses, there's lots of hand holding, and she's always pulling you in by the waist. just big big big on physical touch.

human!applejack who is very, very proud to be your girlfriend. she mentions you in every conversation, whether it's about saving the world or just apples.

"what would sugarcube do against this typa threat..."

"that reminds me, me and my sweetheart were knockin' down the elder trees yesterday.

human!applejack who can only be calmed down by you when she's stressed from work.

human!applejack who blushes hard when you compliment her muscles, strength, work ethic, etc.

“Wanna take a break?”

Your boyfriend’s head turns at the sound of your voice there's a moment of silence be off when speaks a short response. “Lotta work to do”

Though you just chuckle taking a step closer and looking up at him. “Pleaseee”

He stares down at you as you give him a look you always do when wanting something. And not being able to say no to you he climbs down the ladder. Wiping the thing layer of sweat from his for head and taking the cup of lemonade off the tray as you both sit down.

Big Mac takes a slow sip from the cup, the glass beading with condensation as the cool drink cuts through the warmth of the afternoon. He lets out a low hum of approval.

He downs the rest of the drink, taking the glass from him you set it back down on the tray and set it aside. “Feeling refreshed?”

Your boyfriend nods “Eeyup”. You notice he makes a move to get back up probably to go work again though you put your hands on his thighs. “Noo that was barely a break. Five minutes”.

He stares at you for a moment before giving in settling back down. With a triumph grin you seat yourself in his lap your legs on each side of him burying your face into the crook of his neck and his hands immediately going to rest on your hips.

Suddenly you began leaving soft kisses on his neck causing a red hue to cover his cheeks and his grip to tighten. You lightly chuckle, younger shooting out to lick his skin “you smell like apples”

You're hands rub his chest feeling his pecks through his flannel shirt.

You pull away a bit to get a look at his flushed face his gaze avoiding yours. “I need you Mac..” his averted gaze only makes your smile widen. Moving your lips back to his neck leaving small hickeys, having them trail down to his slightly exposed collad bone.

Quiet almost silent whimpers which he tried keeping in, left his throat. The sounds of them riling you up more as you began rocking your hips against his crotch grinding down on his manhood.

His grip gets firmer as if trying to still you from stimulating his cock any further. Though you only take this as encouragement and start to feel a buldge begin to form in his pants. “C'mon Mac…youve been working so hard for a while”

You continue to whisper against him. His eyes steal glances at you. And as much as the apple farmer wanted to decline he had been so unknowingly pent up.

“You can pocket my panties afterward..I know how much you like doing that” Hearing you his now fully erect cock threatens to rips through his pants. And rubbing against your cunt the slight stimulation eliciting a small moan from you.

“A-ah.. you're making me so wet”

That sentence was enough for your boyfriend to lie you on the ground your back softly hitting the blades of grass and before you Knew it your bottom half was bare. Your cheeks flush out if slight emmbarssement and thrill.

“m-mac! You are really gonna do it here?” the two of you were decently far away from the barn so no one would probably hear you two but that's not to say that you still wouldn't be caught. And even so, the thought of that turned you on more.

his breath hot against your pussy lips. Slowly, but deliberately, he drags his tongue along your slit pulling a moan from you and a small buck of your hips. Your fingers tangle in his hair as his hands grip your hips again dragging you down closer and holding you in place.

As his tounge continues its explorations. Your hand slaps over your mouth to keep yourself more quiet. He finds your clit and begins to swirl his tongue around it, eliciting more soft moans from you.

Big Mac glances up watching as you fall apart on his tongue his own arsoul twitching, unwillingly confined in his pants. His tongue latches onto your clit gently sucking. Your legs slightly closing around him as he slowly pushes two fingers into your needy whole.

His two fingers pump in and out of you roughly. His mouth sucks on your clit hard, making wet noises. He can feel your inner muscles tightening around his fingers. He adds a third finger, preparing you for something much bigger.

“mm..ngh..mac I'm close…dont stop” you fingers tug at his hair causing him to lowly groans sending small vibrations through clit. His throbbing cock begs for release and as he hears your breath quickening and walls tightening around his fingers he knows you're going to cum.

Though before you can he sits up pulling his fingers out denying your release and earning a grown of annoyance. Your eyes meet his catching the small smirk on his face.

“Mac don't tease me…” he settles himself between your legs. Unzipping his pants pulling them down along with his boxers letting his thick length spring free. The sight of his flushed red tip that dribbles pre-cum made your heart skip a beat.

Big Mac grabs hic cock giving it a few stokes before pressing it against your still-contracting opening. You out a soft gasp when beginning to feel him enter you. Big Mac lets out a soft

sigh feeling his cock finally get the attention it craved.

It only takes a few seconds for him to bottom out. One hand grips the soft blades of grass beneath you, your other hand on his shoulder and your eyes quickly scanning your surroundings to make sure no one suddenly appeared.

Big Mac grabs one of your underthighs placing your leg over his shoulder, as to get his dick deeper than it already is and leaning down against you your chests against each other.

After letting you adjust a bit he begans moving His heavy breaths and groans against your ear makes your wall clench around him. He plants soft kisses on your neck and slightly exposed collarbone. Your whimpers and moans are like music to his ears encourageing him to pick up the speed of his thrusts pounding into you.

You don't bother to hide the sounds coming from you anymore. Only caring about him filing you. Every deep thrust hits all the right spots that he knows gets you going. His body moves with confidence and control giving you no reprieve from his Intense fucking.

You feel his cock twitch inside if you and his movements get less rhythmic a sign that he's also getting close.

“Ah…Mac you feel so good” Your hands grip his shoulders your nails digging into him. “Come..on fill me with your cum” your boyfriend leans away a bit only to connect your lips in a deep passionate kiss swallowing your moans. Your tongue immediately slipping into his mouth.

Not being able to hold back an longer your orgadm finally washes over you. Your loud moan being drowned out by the kiss. He wraps his arms around you giving a few final rough thrusts before the knot in his stomach bursts covering your walls with his cum.

Big Mac breaks the kiss burying his face into the crook of your neck as you both come down from your highs. Though you don't get much time as you hear footsteps and voices approaching.

Big Mac quickly pulls out of you and pulls his pants back up as you put your clothes back on. And stand up on your slightly weak legs tidying up your appearance.

Applejack and Applebloom shortly round the corner their attention averting to the two of you oblivious to what you were just doing.

“Hey there (y/n) wasn't aware you were still here. Its good to see ya!” you smile at the both of them.

“Yeah just…helping out Mac. Though I should go now” Applebloom pouts a bit “Already?” you chuckle patting her head a little.

“ yeah I'm sure if I stayed any longer id be more of a distraction right Mac?” you look back at your boyfriend who's already back up the latter. He looks back you with a small short smile only you seemed to catch. “Eeyup”

A barrier of dark magic surrounded the room, woven carefully by King Sombra himself. It shimmered faintly along the crystal walls, subtle but unbreakable.

It kept everything out.

And it kept you in.

Sombra insisted it was for your safety. That as long as you stayed here, untouched and isolated, nothing could reach you.

He truly believed it.

The infection, after all, didn’t frighten him. If anything, there was a quiet fascination in the way he watched it spread how it twisted ponies into something lesser. A cruel sort of satisfaction. Though a small part of him seemed almost disappointed it wasn’t his own doing.

You, however, saw something else entirely.

An opportunity.

If anyone could stop it understand it. it would be him.

But every time you brought it up, he shut you down without hesitation.

“Please, Sombra,” you pressed, your voice tighter than you intended. “You could be saving ponies’ lives.”

He didn’t respond.

You followed him anyway as he moved toward the large doors leading to your balcony. They opened with a low creak, revealing the vast drop below.

Sixty feet up.

Far enough to feel the distance. Far enough to feel trapped.

“I couldn’t care less about ‘saving’ anypony,” he said flatly, stepping out into the open air.

The wind tugged at your mane as you followed, frustration bubbling over.

“You don’t mean that,” you snapped, stomping a hoof against the crystal floor. The sharp crack echoed louder than expected.

He didn’t even turn.

That only made it worse.

“Yeah?” you shot back, anger bleeding into your voice now. “Then what if it was me, huh?”

That got his attention.

Slowly he turned to face you, crimson eyes narrowing just slightly.

“Would you care then?” you challenged, glaring at him, daring him to say no.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

The wind howled between you, carrying the distant, unsettling sounds of the empire beyond.

And something in his expression changed.

“…That,” King Sombra said quietly, “is not the same.”

“How is it different?” you shot back, stepping closer until you were nearly nose to nose with him. “Because I’m someone you care about? For Celestia’s sake, Sombra try having some empathy for once.”

For a moment, Sombra said nothing.

Then, slowly, “The only one in need of protection is you,” he replied, voice low and even. “And even that is becoming questionable considering your insistence on involving yourself in matters that do not concern you.”

Your jaw tightened.

“That’s not—”

“They are weak,” he continued, cutting cleanly over you. “It is not my fault they lack the strength to resist what spreads among them.”

His gaze hardened, something almost disdainful flickering beneath the surface.

“Perhaps if they were not so helpless, they wouldn’t have fallen victim to such a… pathetic misfortune.”

The words hit harder than you expected.

For a second, all you could do was stare at him.

Anger flared first. Then disappointment.

“…Wow,” you breathed, shaking your head slightly. “So that’s it? That’s all they are to you?”

Your voice wavered despite your effort to steady it.

“Then fine.”

You stepped back, the distance between you suddenly feeling much larger than the balcony itself.

“I’ll go,” you said, more quietly now but firmer. “If you won’t help them, I will.”

You lifted your chin, meeting his gaze head-on.

“Let me out.”

Silence fell again.

“…No.”

The air around you shifted as faint traces of his magic curled at his hooves, the barrier behind you humming almost in response.

“You will not leave this room,” King Sombra said, each word deliberate.

His eyes flicked over you sharp, searching.

“Whether you like it or not… this is the only place you are safe.”

And with that Sombra struts out of your room leaving no room for further conversation.

Days passed.

Long, suffocating days.

When Sombra finally returned, it wasn’t out of concern or at least, that’s what he told himself. Time, he assumed, would have worn down your stubbornness. You would have come to your senses. You always did.

And the moment he approached your door something felt off. His magic was no longer. It hadn't weakened or anything just gone completely.

Unease crept into the dark Kings chest as he opened the doors without hesitation.

“(y/n)-”

Your name died on his tongue his eyes scanned the room quickly searching. And then he saw you. On the floor. Still. And for a moment he didn't move.

Your coat had lost its usual vibrance, now dulled and pale. The tips of your hooves had darkened unnaturally, the color creeping upward.

You looked smaller. Thinner.

Like something had been slowly draining the life out of you. Then you stirred.

Slowly, you lifted your head your eyes met his.

They were unfocused. Heavy. Rimmed with dark circles that spoke of sleepless nights.

And then he saw it. The bite mark on your leg that you didn't even try to hide. Then everything clicked into place in an instant.

Sombrakew that you were possibly still angry with him but he never would've thought that you would go this far.

His expression darkens, shadows curling at his hooves.

“What have you done, you foolish girl?” he said, his voice low and sharp.

You stared back at him without flinching.

“You’ll either help them…” you said weakly, though the bitterness in your tone remained intact, “…or you can watch me suffer the same fate.”

Those words hit the stallion hard. His jaw tightened as his gaze flicked once more to the bite mark, then back to your face.

“You infected yourself,” he said quietly, disbelief and anger twisting together.

A harsh cough tore from your throat, making your body shudder.

“I made a choice.”

Then the room feel silent. Sombra stared down at you for the longest time without saying a word. Various emotions running through him.

Rage, frustration..fear. He knew that you were his only weakness.

suddenly, dark magic flared violently around him, shadows lashing across the room hard enough to crack crystal along the walls.

“You reckless idiot,” King Sombra snarled, and this time the anger in his voice was unmistakable. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done to yourself?”

•••

Almost a year later, Equestria was nearly back to normal. As the cure for the infection was working wonderfully so.

And more importantly you were healthy again.

you pressed yourself affectionately against King Sombra’s side, nuzzling into him with an almost playful amount of affection.

“Thank you,” you murmured happily. “I love you sooo much.”

Sombra grumbles looking away. “Yes yes”

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Two changelings hauled the limp body of a pony into the chamber before letting it fall onto the cold stone floor.

The dull thud echoed through the room. Your stomach turned.

You looked away almost immediately, your ears pinning back in disgust.

Across from you, Queen Chrysalis watched in silence, one brow arched as if waiting for you to make the obvious choice.

Ever since you had been infected, she’d managed to halt the parasite’s progress before it completely consumed your mind.

But it came with a price. The thing inside you still had to be fed.

If it wasn’t it would begin feeding on you instead.

“I don’t think I can keep doing this,” you murmured, unable to tear your eyes away from the floor.

Chrysalis let out a slow, impatient sigh.

“If you wish to keep that parasite from reclaiming you,” she said coolly, nudging the body a little closer with one hoof, “then you will.”

“I was considerate enough to have this one brought to you after death. I suggest you stop wasting energy on complaints and do what must be done.”

You squeezed your eyes shut.

“I hate this…”

“So do something useful with your hatred.”Silence settled over the chamber.

Chrysalis might have seemed like she didn't care with the way she spoke but she did.

Losing you to the parasite wasn’t an outcome she was willing to accept. If forcing you to endure this was what it took to keep your mind intact, then so be it. She would drag you through every miserable day herself if it meant you survived.

Usually, she didn’t have to. The parasite always made the decision for you.

The scent in the room reached you again, and your body betrayed you.

Your mouth watered despite the resistance. You fought it for as long as you could.

But eventually, the parasite won. “I’m sorry,” you whispered to the pony who could no longer hear you.

You looked away as you gave in. Once Finshed all that was left of the pony was bone only a little flesh remained. You stare at the floor in shame blood covers your mouth and a bit of your muzzle.

Chrysilas walks up beside you wiping off the red substance with a cloth before giving you a small kiss to the corner of your mouth a small show of affection.

And looking up at her you couldn't help the small smile that tugs at your lips.

˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ——— ˖ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ˚₊‧꒰ა . ——— ˗ˏˋ ˎˊ˗

Cadance stood on the other side of the reinforced safety glass, tears blurring her vision as she stared at the creature that had once been you.

Your weakened, mutated form shuffled forward, pressing a trembling hoof against the barrier separating you from her.

Separating her from the mare she loved.

Cadance swallowed hard and stepped closer, placing her forehead against the cold glass.

This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t.

For weeks she’d exhausted herself searching for an answer. Ancient spells. Forbidden texts. Potions. Healers from every corner of Equestria. She had tried everything she could think of.

And none of it had been enough. All she could do now was watch. Watch as the infection slowly took over you.

“Cadance…”

Your voice was weak. Sounding slightly distorted and muffled through the glass.

Yet hearing it made her heart ache all the same.

“Cadance, please let me out…”

Your hoof dragged weakly down the glass.

“I miss you.”

A sob escaped her before she could stop it. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. The fifth time today.

Maybe the tenth. She’d stopped counting. Because those were the only words you repeated anymore.

Cadance.

Please let me out.

I miss you.

Over and over again. Like a cruel imitation of the pony she’d lost. Cadance squeezed her eyes shut.

“Please… please just come back to me.”

Her voice trembled.

“I… I can’t do this without you.”

She forced herself to look up.

On the other side of the glass, your gaze locked onto hers for only a heartbeat before your body lurched forward. Your teeth scraped uselessly against the barrier, desperate to reach her. The sound made her stomach twist.

She didn’t flinch.

She simply watched, tears silently slipping down her cheeks.

She knew she was running out of time.

She had seen this before.

Every infected pony followed the same cruel path. The parasite burrowed into its host, making its way to the brain until the pony they once were was slowly lost. It stole memories, even the voice of the one it had claimed, wearing them like a mask.

Eventually, when it could no longer sustain itself, it too would perish.

Cadance hated every second of it. She hated that you had suffered.

Most of all, she hated how powerless she was to stop it.

Another week passed.

Each day she returned to your room, watching the creature grow weaker. Its movements became slower. Its breathing shallower.

The desperate pounding against the glass had stopped days ago.

Now it barely moved at all.

When Cadance arrived that morning, she froze in the doorway. Your body lay curled on the floor, chest rising only in the faintest of breaths.

You didn’t even lift your head. She stared at you for a long moment before making her decision. With magic, she disengaged the containment field.

The barrier shimmered once then vanished.

Slowly, she stepped into the room. There was no attempt to lunge at her. Only the faint sound of your breathing.

Cadance crossed the room and lowered herself beside you, gently resting against your side the way she had done countless times before any of this had happened.

You were so cold.

Her eyes brimmed with fresh tears as she leaned her forehead against yours.

“I know you may not be able to hear me,” she whispered. “Maybe you’re already gone…”

She swallowed the lump in her throat. Cadance closed her eyes and held you a little tighter.

“I love you.”

For a moment she thought she felt the faintest pressure against her shoulder.

So weak it could have been nothing. Maybe one final goodbye. She never opened her eyes to find out.

Instead, she stayed there beside you, refusing to let you face your last moments alone.