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-Author's Note-
An experiment/CYOA from the Skypechat. Weird shit ensues
No cows were harmed in the making of this fanfiction
-End Note-
>It's a lovely day in the magical land of Equestria
>You're all cheerful and happy because nothing can possibly go wrong
>You go outside, on a lovely walk. Everything is sunny and great!
>Hey look! Ponies!
>In the distance you see a bunch of ponies playing and being happy. You aren't sure what game they're playing, though.
>Further down the road is an icecream truck.
>Where do you go?
>Oh well. The ponies can play without you. Icecream time!
>You head further down the road, ready to get some fantastic icecream.
>There's a small lineup. You take a spot behind a blue mare.
"Hello! Getting some icecream?"
>"Yes."
>You try to start up some more conversation, but she's not interested.
>Oh well. Now you're at the front of the line
>Too bad they only have chocolate, vanilla and strawberry. Well, this ain't no Dairy Queen.
>You order up some vanilla icecream, which the unicorn running the shop quickly passes to you.
>You take a liberal bite into it, savouring it's vanilla flavour as you reach into your pocket to pay.
>Wait. Where's your wallet?
>Uh oh. You don't have any way to pay her.
"I'm sorry, I must have left my wallet in my other pants pocket."
>"You can't just take my icecream! Give it back!"
"But I already had some..."
>"Too bad! The icecream is mine!"
>The mare is fiercely glaring at you. You instinctually take a step back.
>You glare back.
"Fine! You want your icecream? Here!"
>You toss the icecream into her face, blinding her. She yelps out in surprise.
>Of course there would be other ponies behind you that freak out from your shamfur dispray.
>Oh well, time to book it!
>You run off, the icecream pony still recovering from your assault.
>However, then you hear the rev of the engine behind you.
>You steal a glance.
>Oh FUCK! She's driving after you! Without hands! She can't steer!
>You round a corner into Ponyville proper, but she's hot on your tail.
>You make it to the market, but her fairly slow truck is catching up.
>You could probably slow her down if you throw a stall into her way.
>You continue rushing past, eventually cutting over and tipping a stall right into the trucks path.
>Of course, you picked Applejack's god damn stall for his. Fuck.
>The truck comes to a stop in front of the stall, not damaging the fruit.
>However, now you have an enraged Applejack chasing you, and she's much faster.
>"Y'all will pay for that! Those were mah babies!"
"Your children are apples!"
>"Damn right they are! Have at you!"
>She pulls a rope out of nowhere and forms a lasso, spinning it overhead.
>Given no other options, you do a sharp turn into an alley, barely avoiding the lasso.
>Damn, that was too close...
>You continue to rush through the alley, not expecting Applejack to just give up on you.
>Crazy mares. All of them.
>Today was supposed to be a good day.
>You walk out, once again in the light of the sun.
>Hm. No sign of AJ behind you, or the icecream truck.
>Well, there were those ponies playing before. Hm.
>Well, there's nothing else to it. Home you go!
>You open up the door and head right inside, getting a can of cocaine-o-cola before retiring to your living room.
>However, something seems... wrong.
>You sniff at the air. Is that... chocolate?
>Then you hear hoofsteps upstairs. Uh oh.
>Someone is in your house! Oh no!
>Right now you're only armed with your lovely cocaine-o-cola can. It's still full; not even opened.
>No one can find your collection of strange porn! No one!
>Holding your carbonated drink at the ready, you slowly and quietly head upstairs.
>That's when you see it.
>Icecream. All brands. ALl types. On the walls.
>On the floor. Even the ceiling.
>Someone has been painting your house brown and pink! NOoooOOO!
>The hoofsteps are coming from your bedroom.
>It takes all your effort to not break down and cry. It took you metric centuries to paint these walls!
>Damn this icecream mare! Damn her!
>You shoot a glare at your door, but then look at your can.
>Yeah uh... this isn't exactly an effective weapon.
>You pull out your mighty bear hands and stalk toward the door.
>Inside you can hear a maniacal laugh.
>"That will teach him to steal my icecream! Yes! YES!"
>No... Not the bed. Anything but the bed.
>"Yes! More chocolate! Let this room drooooown in it!"
>You turn the knob, kicking in the door. You charge.
>That fucks up hard, because you slip and fall on the first step. Fucking icecream.
>The mare gasps, turning to you, before slowly trotting on top of you.
>Icecream covers her form. "Well, look what we've got here. The thief himself."
"It was an accident! You can't blame me for this!"
>"Too bad. You stole my icecream! You stole what I use to get food! Now you will be my food!"
"What are you talking about?"
>"You'll see!"
>A hoof to the face knocks you out.
>You wake up some time later in an unknown location.
>You realize a few things. First, you're naked.
>Second, you're dangling over a vat of icecream. A huge, spinning vat.
"W-What? What's going on here?"
>"I'm glad you asked, Anonymous!"
>You turn to the source of the voice. It's the icecream mare.
>Except, she's different. She's no longer covered in icecream. And her eyes... now they're green.
>"You almost foiled my brilliant plot for control of the world. Almost."
>Her horns glows, shimmering. A changeling?
>"It turns out ponies really love icecream! Hahaah! But now you will BE the icecream!"
"I'm sorry, that doesn't make any sense."
>"Any last words, ape thing?"
>You're a button press away from being turned into the world's first human icecream cone.
"Ew," you declare. The mare presses the button...
>You're released and close your eyes. Well, this is it.
>But for whatever reason, you aren't ground up into icecream. You open your eyes.
>Horee shit. You've been lasso'd by Applejack!
>"What are you doing?" the changeling cries out.
"No one is gonna eat my Anon!"
>You continue to fly through the air, slamming into a wall. Ow. You slide off, the lasso breaking apart.
>You stand, and look to see Applejack and the Changeling fighting eachother.
>"Anon! Help me!"
>You charge the changeling, yelling out in Scottish fury.
>Not that you're actually a scot. Oh well.
>After a minor tustle, you manage to get into a good position to grab the shady creature.
>You ROLL TO PIN!
(12)
>Sloppily, you get a hold onto the changeling, holding her down into the ground.
>An observer would probably comment on how close your ching chang chong is to her plot.
>"Heh, yer dick's pretty close to her behind, ain't it Anon?"
"Shut up Applejack. Alright, i've got her pinned. What now?"
>"Well, ah suppose you can just fuck her for a bit. Or throw her into the vat."
"Why would you even suggest that?"
>"Now, Anon, I know y'all ain't big on pon-"
"No, not that. Who would ruin all that vanilla icecream? That's absurd."
>"Let me go, damnit!"
>Applejack frowns. "Mmm, y'all have a point. Well, if you don't want to go at 'er ah suppose ah can just knock her out."
>Um. Okay?
>BG Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EkSbS_mMteA
"Alright. Give me a second."
>Making sure your grip on the squirmy changeling is firm, you position yourself appropriately.
>"Wait. Y'all are seriously gonna-"
"Your icecream SUCKED ANYWAAAAY!"
>You thrust inside of the black creature, it yelling out in surprise.
>It's not a feel you've feeled before. It's making you feel.
>But not particularily badly.
>You begin to get a rhythmn going, starting slow, but remaining steady.
>The icecream changeling, while opposed at first, eventually got into it, her hips moving in unison with you.
>Applejack just watched, half in shock, half aroused.
>You pick up the pace, your width losing friction from the slurry of lubricant the two of you produce.
>"Oh god... Oh gooood..."
>You pause, half inside her. She blinks in surprise.
"Don't you mean 'Oh Chrysalis?'"
>"What? No way! That's gross."
"Just checking."
>You continue your assault, feeling yourself quickly coming closer and closer to a peak.
>You can't tell for sure, but she probably is too.
>You pull yourself almost completely out of her, leaving only the head inside. You slam in, hard.
"THIS IS FOR MY WALLS!"
>She yells out in either pain or ecstasy. You can't really care which right now.
>You repeat the process.
"THIS IS FOR MY BED!"
>Another scream. You give her another giga penis thruster.
>"Aaaah..."
>You throw in one last thrust before going over the edge.
"AND THIS IS FOR EQUESTRIAAA!!!"
>She yells out as you make your weekly deposit. Her insides greedily store every last drop.
"Just who the hell do you think I am?"
>You pull out, a pool of fluids slowly seeping out of her.
>Applejack gawks at you. "Well, Ah'll be."
"Come on Applejack. Let's get some icecream.
>You had lots of icecream that day. So did Applejack.
>She really liked that new flavour you came up with. It'd become a bestseller around Ponyville's mares, you're sure.
>That changeling even came by for a tasting. Having a free source of icecream had it's uses.
>Your harem would be the harem that pierced the legal boundries of the Equestria.
>The End

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-Author's Note-
An experiment/CYOA from the Skypechat. Weird shit ensues
No cows were harmed in the making of this fanfiction
-End Note-

>It's a lovely day in the magical land of Equestria
>You're all cheerful and happy because nothing can possibly go wrong
>You go outside, on a lovely walk. Everything is sunny and great!
>Hey look! Ponies!
>In the distance you see a bunch of ponies playing and being happy. You aren't sure what game they're playing, though.
>Further down the road is an icecream truck. 
>Where do you go?
>Oh well. The ponies can play without you. Icecream time!
>You head further down the road, ready to get some fantastic icecream.
>There's a small lineup. You take a spot behind a blue mare.
"Hello! Getting some icecream?"
>"Yes."
>You try to start up some more conversation, but she's not interested. 
>Oh well. Now you're at the front of the line
>Too bad they only have chocolate, vanilla and strawberry. Well, this ain't no Dairy Queen.
>You order up some vanilla icecream, which the unicorn running the shop quickly passes to you.
>You take a liberal bite into it, savouring it's vanilla flavour as you reach into your pocket to pay.
>Wait. Where's your wallet?
>Uh oh. You don't have any way to pay her. 
"I'm sorry, I must have left my wallet in my other pants pocket."
>"You can't just take my icecream! Give it back!"
"But I already had some..."
>"Too bad! The icecream is mine!"
>The mare is fiercely glaring at you. You instinctually take a step back.
>You glare back. 
"Fine! You want your icecream? Here!"
>You toss the icecream into her face, blinding her. She yelps out in surprise. 
>Of course there would be other ponies behind you that freak out from your shamfur dispray.
>Oh well, time to book it!
>You run off, the icecream pony still recovering from your assault.
>However, then you hear the rev of the engine behind you.
>You steal a glance. 
>Oh FUCK! She's driving after you! Without hands! She can't steer!
>You round a corner into Ponyville proper, but she's hot on your tail.
>You make it to the market, but her fairly slow truck is catching up.
>You could probably slow her down if you throw a stall into her way. 
>You continue rushing past, eventually cutting over and tipping a stall right into the trucks path.
>Of course, you picked Applejack's god damn stall for his. Fuck.
>The truck comes to a stop in front of the stall, not damaging the fruit.
>However, now you have an enraged Applejack chasing you, and she's much faster.
>"Y'all will pay for that! Those were mah babies!"
"Your children are apples!"
>"Damn right they are! Have at you!"
>She pulls a rope out of nowhere and forms a lasso, spinning it overhead. 
>Given no other options, you do a sharp turn into an alley, barely avoiding the lasso.
>Damn, that was too close...
>You continue to rush through the alley, not expecting Applejack to just give up on you.
>Crazy mares. All of them.
>Today was supposed to be a good day.
>You walk out, once again in the light of the sun.
>Hm. No sign of AJ behind you, or the icecream truck. 
>Well, there were those ponies playing before. Hm.
>Well, there's nothing else to it. Home you go!
>You open up the door and head right inside, getting a can of cocaine-o-cola before retiring to your living room.
>However, something seems... wrong. 
>You sniff at the air. Is that... chocolate?
>Then you hear hoofsteps upstairs. Uh oh.
>Someone is in your house! Oh no!
>Right now you're only armed with your lovely cocaine-o-cola can. It's still full; not even opened.
>No one can find your collection of strange porn! No one!
>Holding your carbonated drink at the ready, you slowly and quietly head upstairs.
>That's when you see it.
>Icecream. All brands. ALl types. On the walls.
>On the floor. Even the ceiling. 
>Someone has been painting your house brown and pink! NOoooOOO!
>The hoofsteps are coming from your bedroom. 
>It takes all your effort to not break down and cry. It took you metric centuries to paint these walls!
>Damn this icecream mare! Damn her!
>You shoot a glare at your door, but then look at your can.
>Yeah uh... this isn't exactly an effective weapon.
>You pull out your mighty bear hands and stalk toward the door.
>Inside you can hear a maniacal laugh. 
>"That will teach him to steal my icecream! Yes! YES!"
>No... Not the bed. Anything but the bed.
>"Yes! More chocolate! Let this room drooooown in it!"
>You turn the knob, kicking in the door. You charge.
>That fucks up hard, because you slip and fall on the first step. Fucking icecream.
>The mare gasps, turning to you, before slowly trotting on top of you.
>Icecream covers her form. "Well, look what we've got here. The thief himself."
"It was an accident! You can't blame me for this!"
>"Too bad. You stole my icecream! You stole what I use to get food! Now you will be my food!"
"What are you talking about?"
>"You'll see!"
>A hoof to the face knocks you out.
>You wake up some time later in an unknown location.
>You realize a few things. First, you're naked.
>Second, you're dangling over a vat of icecream. A huge, spinning vat.
"W-What? What's going on here?"
>"I'm glad you asked, Anonymous!"
>You turn to the source of the voice. It's the icecream mare.
>Except, she's different. She's no longer covered in icecream. And her eyes... now they're green.
>"You almost foiled my brilliant plot for control of the world. Almost."
>Her horns glows, shimmering. A changeling?
>"It turns out ponies really love icecream! Hahaah! But now you will BE the icecream!"
"I'm sorry, that doesn't make any sense."
>"Any last words, ape thing?"
>You're a button press away from being turned into the world's first human icecream cone.
"Ew," you declare. The mare presses the button...
>You're released and close your eyes. Well, this is it.
>But for whatever reason, you aren't ground up into icecream. You open your eyes.
>Horee shit. You've been lasso'd by Applejack!
>"What are you doing?" the changeling cries out.
"No one is gonna eat my Anon!"
>You continue to fly through the air, slamming into a wall. Ow. You slide off, the lasso breaking apart.
>You stand, and look to see Applejack and the Changeling fighting eachother.
>"Anon! Help me!"
>You charge the changeling, yelling out in Scottish fury.
>Not that you're actually a scot. Oh well.
>After a minor tustle, you manage to get into a good position to grab the shady creature.
>You ROLL TO PIN!
(12)
>Sloppily, you get a hold onto the changeling, holding her down into the ground.
>An observer would probably comment on how close your ching chang chong is to her plot.
>"Heh, yer dick's pretty close to her behind, ain't it Anon?"
"Shut up Applejack. Alright, i've got her pinned. What now?"
>"Well, ah suppose you can just fuck her for a bit. Or throw her into the vat."
"Why would you even suggest that?"
>"Now, Anon, I know y'all ain't big on pon-"
"No, not that. Who would ruin all that vanilla icecream? That's absurd."
>"Let me go, damnit!"
>Applejack frowns. "Mmm, y'all have a point. Well, if you don't want to go at 'er ah suppose ah can just knock her out."
>Um. Okay?
>BG Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EkSbS_mMteA
"Alright. Give me a second."
>Making sure your grip on the squirmy changeling is firm, you position yourself appropriately.
>"Wait. Y'all are seriously gonna-"
"Your icecream SUCKED ANYWAAAAY!"
>You thrust inside of the black creature, it yelling out in surprise.
>It's not a feel you've feeled before. It's making you feel.
>But not particularily badly.
>You begin to get a rhythmn going, starting slow, but remaining steady.
>The icecream changeling, while opposed at first, eventually got into it, her hips moving in unison with you.
>Applejack just watched, half in shock, half aroused.
>You pick up the pace, your width losing friction from the slurry of lubricant the two of you produce.
>"Oh god... Oh gooood..."
>You pause, half inside her. She blinks in surprise.
"Don't you mean 'Oh Chrysalis?'"
>"What? No way! That's gross."
"Just checking."
>You continue your assault, feeling yourself quickly coming closer and closer to a peak.
>You can't tell for sure, but she probably is too.
>You pull yourself almost completely out of her, leaving only the head inside. You slam in, hard.
"THIS IS FOR MY WALLS!"
>She yells out in either pain or ecstasy. You can't really care which right now.
>You repeat the process.
"THIS IS FOR MY BED!"
>Another scream. You give her another giga penis thruster.
>"Aaaah..."
>You throw in one last thrust before going over the edge.
"AND THIS IS FOR EQUESTRIAAA!!!"
>She yells out as you make your weekly deposit. Her insides greedily store every last drop.
"Just who the hell do you think I am?"
>You pull out, a pool of fluids slowly seeping out of her.
>Applejack gawks at you. "Well, Ah'll be."
"Come on Applejack. Let's get some icecream.

>You had lots of icecream that day. So did Applejack.
>She really liked that new flavour you came up with. It'd become a bestseller around Ponyville's mares, you're sure.
>That changeling even came by for a tasting. Having a free source of icecream had it's uses.
>Your harem would be the harem that pierced the legal boundries of the Equestria.
>The End

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