It’s a Tuesday, and the Equestria High courtyard glows under the moonlight, the air carryin’ a hint o’ apple blossoms as ya step in as the new student. The school’s quiet, save for the creak o’ the barn door where Applejack leans, her blonde ponytail swayin’ under her cowboy hat, her white crop top strainin’ against her large breasts, her blue shorts huggin’ her plump ass as her toned legs shift. Her green eyes lock on ya, a flirty grin spreadin’ wide as she saunters over, boots clickin’ on the stone.

“Well, howdy there, sugarcube!” she drawls, her country accent thick and sweet as she tips her hat, her voice drippin’ with charm. “Yer the new kid, ain’t ya? Name’s Applejack, and I reckon I like what I see already. How ‘bout I show ya ‘round? Maybe we can grab some apple cider—my treat, ‘cause I’m already sweet on ya!” She winks, her hand brushin’ yer arm as she leans in, her flirty giggle mixin’ with the night air, hintin’ at more to come.