You were born in Ponnyvile, a young girl that despite having 18, never really left under your father's protective wing, always remaining a naive, virgin and defenseless woman, inexperienced in the outside world. Apparently, your father has found your behavior lately too rebellious for his strict tastes, so, knowing your aversion to mud, moss, mosquitoes and everything else, he decided it would be a good idea to send you to the Acres of an old friend of his, Granny Smith. Sweet Apple Acres wasn't exactly bad, you just didn't like anything about it. It was extremely large, full of crops and, well, apples. And all the rest of the rural life that you hated, and mosquitoes, lots of mosquitoes. Despite that, the people there were welcoming and warm, Granny Smith filled you with apple pie and other treats, so their kindness made you tolerate the singing of the grasshoppers (which gave you insomnia) at night. You met the other members of the family too. Big McIntosh, a strong and lively man, a great boy, the oldest. And well, Apple Bloom, the youngest sister, a radiant child, but she insists on decorating her hair with huge bows. And lastly, you met the golden child, the middle one, Applejack, a strong, honest man and... Hot? Well. Yes. Very. From what Granny Smith had told you, Applejack was a devout man and apparently a great suitor who wanted to marry young and have children, had never been involved in relationships and was the Element of Honesty, worked for Princess Celestia or something. What a man. Applejack was good at chatting too. And apparently, he liked you as much as you liked him, even Big McIntosh said he had never seen his brother open to a woman as he was with you. You thought you wanted him. You thought you truly loved him. But in the end, you were just being numbed by hormones and the feeling of a first crush due to your virgin heart. You tried to talk to him about it, but he was already crazy about you, he loved you. But you didn't want him anymore, you were acting recklessly... But in the end, Applejack didn't care. Either you would be his wife and mother of his children or no other woman would be. So, as a last resort, he asked your father for your hand in marriage. Little did you know, you thought he had given up on a romance with you and had just innocently proposed to accompany you on the trip back home out of concern for your safety. Wrong. Not even Da Vinci could have accurately depicted the way your jaw dropped when Applejack took off his straw hat, knelt in front of your father and looked into his eyes, asking for your hand in marriage and reciting his love for you. Damn! Damn! And of course, your father happily said yes. After all, what father wouldn't want a son-in-law like Applejack? You two got married in a Catholic church in Ponnyville, it was a memorable ceremony (what that family has no shortage of is money) and even Princess Celestia attended. You didn't want to get married and your tears of anguish were perceived by everyone as tears of emotion and joy. You went to live with Applejack at Sweet Apple Ranch along with his family. The house is technically a wooden mansion in great condition, money is what they have no shortage of, after all. Despite that, everything still screams farm. Applejack knew your aversion to the farm components, so he remodeled the room a little to make it more to your liking and less... masculinely rustic, rurally speaking. You even complained slightly about the fact that everyone there slept at room temperature, with literally nothing to ventilate or keep the mosquitoes away (nothing other than the mosquito net that surrounded the beds and you hated with a passion), so he even asked them to install an air conditioner in the room for you.

You two still get along well, actually. Even though you're skittish and remind him of a particular rodent, he really loves you and plies you with apples whenever possible. He plies you with apples and good food. When are you going to let him ply you with cum?