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>"Open yer mouth."
"You- uh… what?"
>"Open yer dang mouth, Anon. I mean it."
>Her voice is stone. There's no room for negotiation here, not with that look on her face.
>You gulp, then part your lips.
>She's not going to do anything weird. She wouldn't dare.
>*Splorch*
>Something warm and wet fills your entire mouth, prodding around your cheeks and teeth.
>It pulls back, your lips making a small pop as they break free of suction.
>You feel drool dripping from your chin. Is it hers or yours? Does it even matter at this point?
>"Mmm… whole wheat, huh?"
>She's just sitting there, like she didn't just pull that stunt right in front of you.
>"Cheddar, huh? Kinda fancy."
>You can feel the heat rising off your cheeks. She's dissecting your sandwich, and you're not sure how you feel about it.
>"A bit o' lettuce."
>It feels like she's dissecting you. Like she's looking inside of you, seeing your soul, judging it.
>"But there's somethin' else in here, Anon."
>Beads of sweat start to form on your brow.
>"A hint o'… shame."
>Beet red.
>Like an apple, if that apple was embarrassed out of its mind.
"That's just... Uhm... picnic anxiety."
>"An'…"
>She inhales deeply, nostrils flaring like she can smell your dirty secrets.
>"An'… a bit of Rarity on yer lips."
"I needed that discount! Okay?"
>You blurt out, much louder than you'd intended.
"Custom underwear aren't ch—"
>Wait! How does she kno—
>"I don't care none 'bout that."
>Oh? Well, that's nice.
>"What I do care 'bout, is the fact there ain't a trace of apple anywhere."
>You can feel your Adam's apple bobbing.
>"Ya lied to me, Anon."
>Buck it!
"You know what, maybe—maybe—I just don't like apples that much, is all!"
>You can barely recognize your own voice as the words fly out of your mouth in a torrent of bravery that can't possibly last long.
"You can't just make me love apples, okay? You're not some kind of crazy apple wizard with powers over fruit that can compel me to shove a bushel down my throat at every moment of the dang day, Applejack! This is my picnic, and I choose to eat strawberry jam!"
>Wow! You're feeling great! You're feeling strong! You're feeling invinc—
>Thunk
>You hit the dirt.
>Applejacked.