Route 3 was the only path that connected Fillydelphia City with Sweet Apple Acres, and for the most part, the entire passage was one big highway surrounded by patches of flowers or tall grass. This was basically his first time since leaving Canterlot City that he hadn’t been surrounded by tall trees or large buildings. In fact, being able to see the sky in its entirety, watching clouds go by as various birds and bugs fluttered through the atmosphere was almost encroaching on his comfort zone.

But on that note, what if someone saw them? What if a random trainer walked by, looking for a pokémon battle just to find Brad with his pants around his legs and his dick inside his psychic-type companion?

“Mel la meloetta?”

“I told you,” the boy replied, biting his lip so that he could edge just a little bit further. “I’ve done this a million times. If someone comes by, we can just hide in the tall grass.”

“La metta?”

“No, exhibitionism is not my fetish! I mean, it is, but I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.”

“Mel?”

“No, I’m not ashamed of having sex with you! It’s just… I’m pretty sure having sex with pokémon is a crime here. I don’t know completely. I’m not a lawyer or anything, but--”

“Mel la metta!”

“Can we talk about this later? I can’t harden at will like a friggin’ metapod, so I need to enjoy this while I can.”

Rolling her eyes, the psychic-type returned to gently bouncing against Brad’s pelvis, breathing softly while quietly moaning with each exhalation. Brad was astounded by how deep her vagina could go, complemented by the tense grip of her small orifice tightening around him, causing him to grow even bigger inside her. As her inner tunnels caved in around him, however, they also provided a thin wetness around his shaft, giving him more leverage for him to more easily slide himself in and out, hitting her nerve endings with each thrust of his hips.

Meloetta then bent further forward, gripping onto her knees as Brad grabbed hold of her long, music-like hair, picking up his speed between her lower lips. The pokémon’s moans were now longer than her breaths in, cooing in pleasure while her undercarriage provided a sweet scent from below, filling all of Brad’s senses at the same time. He could feel her inner tunnels collapsing in around him as he slid against her pelvic bone, gripping him just enough for him to be able to continue his pace, slipping through her feminine entrance. Just as he was about to allow himself to tip over the edge and decorate her insides, however, he felt her hands move back to Brad’s legs, holding on tight as her back arched and her moans became louder.

‘I can hold on for just a little bit more,’ he thought, gripping Meloetta’s wrists as firmly as he could to hold himself back. Meloetta was on the cusp herself. All he needed was a few more seconds until he knew that she was finally feeling it.

Her coos continued on, softly until she was practically screaming. “Mel. Mel! L-l-l-la meeeeeeeeeel!! Metta! La mettaaaaa!!”

‘There it is!’ Finally, Brad gave into his desires, releasing all the pressure he had been holding in and allowing his seed to travel through his body, sending streams of semen into Meloetta’s womb as his orgasm traveled through to his brain. The scenery around him disappeared, including the breeze of the wind and the sounds of birds travelling above him, instead leaving him with the feeling of intense serenity inside his legs. The orgasm was pretty great in and of itself, but it was nothing compared to sharing it with his companion, who looked like she was about to pass out from sheer cock lust at any second.

Finally, however, once the feeling died down, Meloetta pulled herself off of Brad’s phallus and floated into the air, carrying a string of semen between her vagina and Brad’s dillhole and gently pushing it out of her orifice. As strands of jizz fell onto the floor beneath her, Brad quickly pulled up his jeans and belt, looking around to make sure there were no old ladies waiting to pop out of the bushes and put him on the sex offender registry.

“Do you not like the feeling of sperm in your belly?”

“Meloetta.”

“No, you most certainly cannot get pregnant from having sex with a human. In fact, I’m pretty sure you couldn’t lay an egg even if you tried. I don’t even think you have a breeding class in general.”

Suddenly, however, Brad turned around, hearing a slight rustle in the bushes behind him and praying to Celestia that he had imagined it. What was he going to tell his parents if someone called him out on his public indecency? Thanks to Meloetta, the evidence was literally all over the floor, and as many lengths as he was willing to go to in order to stay out of jail, eating his own sperm from off the ground was not one of them. Instead, he ducked his head, trying to see through the tall grass and spot whatever it was that he heard.

“Hello?” he said, praying that he was talking to a rattata. “Is anyone there?”

Silence.

“Did you see my penis?”

As he continued to wait in silence, however, he finally heard the sounds of something cracking… or was that a snort? Was somebody laughing?

“Sonata, quiet down!” a voice whispered loudly.

“He said ‘penis!’ Hahaha!”

“Ugh. You’re the worst.”

At that moment, Brad realized that not only were there people there, but he recognized exactly who they were, and the last thing he wanted to do was deal with them a second time. “Meloetta!” he shouted. “Get back in your ball!” The second he spoke, though, before he could even grip Meloetta’s pokéball, three figures wearing matching outfits jumped out of the bushes, standing in triumphant poses. “Oh, no…”

“Prepare for nipples!”

“And make it triple!”

“To arouse the senses that plague your mind!”

“To ensnare your body and make it mine!”

“To brainwash the people of Equestria!”

“To steal your heart and make you fall in love!”

“Adagio!”

“Aria!”

“Sonata!”

“Team Siren will make you adore us!”

“Now give yourself up and grovel before us!”

“That’s our motto, now time for the chorus!”

The three of them finished their motto with their own individual poses, leaving Brad with his face in his palm. “Hey!” Adagio shouted. “Don’t give us that look! You’re supposed to adore us!”

“Yeah, well right now, I’m really not in the mood unless you’re going to give me directions on the best place to take a nap once we get to Sweet Apple Acres.”

Aria chuckled. “You were in a pretty good mood just a minute ago.”

“You saw that?!”

“Uhhh, duh! We all saw.”

“...D-did you like it?”

Before Aria could respond, however, Adagio let out a loud groan, reaching for the pokéball on her own belt. “That’s enough goofing around! You know why we’re here! We want your meloetta, and we’re not going to fall apart like we did last time! Ready, girls?” Adagio looked back at the other sirens, who nodded in agreement, then pushed the center button of her ball, making it grow to twice its size. “Go, Chatot!”

“Go, Noibat!”

“Go, Loudred!”

With a flash of light, all three sirens released their pokémon, which included two that he had seen before as well as one that looked like it had evolved since the last time they met. He couldn’t waste any time analyzing, though, and turning his cap backwards, he reached to his belt, pulled out two pokéballs and tossed them both onto the ground in front of him.

“Lopunny, Ralts, go!” The next instant, two pokémon emerged from Brad’s pokéballs, revealing a large rabbit bouncing back and forth and a timid white creature with a bowl haircut over its eyes. “Meloetta, I’m gonna need you too!”

“Mel la metta!”

The opponents were now all facing each other, Chatot across from Meloetta, Noibat across from Ralts and Loudred across from Lopunny. Even though Brad’s last three battles had all been resounding wins, he would be kidding himself if he tried to pretend like luck wasn’t a factor in any of it. He almost lost the last time he battled Team Siren, and if they found a way to beat him this time, he would end up losing his companion. He couldn’t afford a loss here.

“Chatot, Noibat, Loudred!” Adagio began, pointing towards Brad’s pokémon, “Use round!”

Without any more warning, all three of Team Siren’s pokemon began making a loud noise, and even though just one of them using it would be powerful enough, the three of them combined were devastating. Meloetta could cover her ears more easily than Lopunny, who had to pull hers all the way down to her sides, but Ralts was basically powerless against them, losing its grip on the ground as the soundwaves continued to pummel it backwards. It tried to grip the dirt road beneath it, but it couldn’t keep its stubby hands away from its ears for too long, sending in the pokémon being tossed backwards down the dirt path.

“Ralts!” Brad shouted, chasing after his pokémon. As soon as he started running, though, the enemies’ attack began to subside, leaving his team at less than full health, but still able to carry on with the fight. “Meloetta, use psychic! Lopunny, high jump kick!”

“La metta!”

“Looooop!”

Meloetta didn’t waste a second in appearing in front of Adagio’s chatot, immediately sending a blastic of kinetic energy through the bird’s body, causing it to immediately faint where it stood. Lopunny, on the other hand, was not as lucky. As she came down from the sky after a large leap, Aria’s loudred quickly moved out of the way, sending Lopunny crashing to the ground, causing it visible pain from the collision.

“Loudred!” Aria shouted. “Finish it with an uproar!”

Then, as Lopunny struggled to get back up to her feet, the enemy loudred erupted with another booming soundwave, making Lopunny scream until her shrill voice descended along with her body. By the time Brad had made it to Ralts and had turned back to see his team, he had already seen two fainted pokémon, one of which was his own. Ralts was still in fighting condition, but there was no doubt that Team Siren’s round attack had put some damage onto it.

“You gonna be OK?” Brad asked with a look of concern, to which Ralts nodded its head weakly. As the trainer looked down at his pokémon with a smile, though, Ralts’s face turned to fear, and turning his head to see where his pokémon was looking, he found himself in the middle of a wing attack, sending him flying across the dirt road with Ralts falling not too far away.

“MEL LA MEL!”

With terror in her voice, Meloetta floated over as quickly as she could to Brad’s body, but before she could get too far, Aria’s voice cried out, “Don’t let her escape! Use bite!” Then, surely enough, Aria’s loudred had managed to close the remaining distance and grip Meloetta into its teeth, causing Meloetta to shriek in an insurmountable pain. It was only a matter of moments before it released Meloetta from its jaws, allowing her to tumble lifelessly onto the ground.

Even though he was close to unconsciousness himself, Brad could was terrified of what was happening. Two of his pokémon had fainted, and his third was close to it. He had been lucky enough that Meloetta had taken out one of Team Siren’s pokémon, but it didn’t look like he was going to be able to stop them this time, the time when he needed to win the most.

“It’s all up to you now, buddy,” he said weakly, doing his best to smile at the frightened ralts. “I know you can do it. Just like last time, OK?”

Shakily, Ralts turned around to face its opponent, and even more terrifyingly, it was on its way for another attack, leaving Ralts trembling all the more. Brad could barely watch as the flying-type descended onto his baby pokémon, but as the distance between the two of them closed, something seemed to catch his eye. Ralts had opened up its mouth, as if it could fight sound with sound, and if the situation hadn’t been as grave as it was, the scene might have even been cute. However, with not even a full second to spare, Ralts lifted up its voice and…

“RAAAAAAALTS!”

...unleashed a powerful disarming voice attack. Suddenly, the tables had turned, with Sonata’s noibat flapping its wings desperately to get away from the attack, but yet, it was stuck in a vortex of sound, trying to escape with no way out. Finally, Noibat’s eyes began to spin in its skull as it fell to the ground, too weak to get up.

Out of nowhere, it was just Loudred and Ralts, both of which were staring each other down with a newfound confidence. Aria, however, was biting her thumb, looking obviously frustrated that she had to yet again be the one carrying her team. “Don’t screw this up, Loudred! Use another uproar!”

Then, planting its feet firmly on the ground, Loudred exploded with another menacing soundwave, coursing through the dirt path. If this attack hit Ralts, the match would be over, and so far, Loudred didn’t seem to have any problems with its accuracy. Brad closed his eyes, gripping onto his jacket as if it could comfort him until the soundwaves finally faded away, but when he opened his eyes…

“Huh?!” Adagio exclaimed. “Where did it go?”

By the time that Loudred turned around, Ralts was already glowing with a blue aura around its body, and before it knew what was going on, Loudred was being lifted into the air. “That’s it, Ralts!” Brad shouted. “Now use confusion and take it out!”

“Ralts!”

As Aria’s loudred began to hover higher into the air, its eyes started growing wider and wider until finally, it went soaring through the air, crashing into the Team Siren girls like a bowling alley. With a resounding grunt from each of the girls, they four of them collapsed into a dog pile with a fainted pokémon on top of them. In some weird way, Brad’s luck had managed to turn at the perfect time yet again, allowing him to keep his Meloetta and continue on his Pokémon journey, but before that…

“Hey, girls.” By the time the Team Siren members could open their eyes through the pain in their heads, though, they saw a pair of big, meaty testicles above their heads, causing all of their faces to burn a bright red. “It’s not gonna suck itself, you know.” Jumping to their feet, the Team Siren girls all began to back away, staring at Brad’s penis as if it would leap out and attack them at any minute.

“Loudred, return!”

“Noibat, return!”

“Chatot, return!”

As the girls summoned their pokémon back to their balls, they all stared sternly into Brad’s eyes, as if they could cause him to surrender just by giving him mean looks, but after several second of the intense staredown, the three of them turned on their heels and began running in the other direction, shouting, “YOU WILL ADORE TEAM SIREN!”

Brad waited a few moments to celebrate, but once he was sure they were gone, he leapt into the air, pumping his fist with a celebratory shout. “YEAH! You did it, Ralts! Hm? Ralts? You OK, there?”

The baby of the party remained motionless as Brad celebrated, staring at one point on the ground as if something were there. Just as he was about to question further, however, a bright light began to shine around Ralts’s body, enveloping it in a white cocoon that continued to grow taller. With awe on his face, Brad took a step back, watching his pokémon grow before his very eyes until the luminescence began to dim again, revealing a completely new pokémon where Ralts had stood. It was very similar to before, only now it was standing on its tiptoes, the bowl cut from earlier was now an adorable pair of pigtails, and its white dress had turned into more of a ballerina tutu. With one eye now visible, it looked up at Brad, who honestly didn’t know how to respond.

“Ralts? Is that you?”

“...Kir?”

Without warning, Brad immediately pulled his new pokémon into his arms, laughing hysterically as he spun Kirlia around with him, the both of them now giggling with excitement. “You did great, Kirlia! I’m so proud of you!”

“Kir Kirlia?”

Brad then turned his head to see Kirlia’s eyes fixated on something behind him, and looking back, he saw his other two pokémon on the ground, laying on their backs with their eyes comedically spinning. “Eheheh… We should probably head to a pokémon center first thing, huh?”

“Meeeeeel...”

Sweet Apple Acres. It consisted of a total of four attractions: a pokémon center, a mart, a gym, and fields upon fields of apple trees, soil and livestock. This was no doubt the agrarian center of the Equestria region, and if it weren’t for the gym here, there probably wouldn’t be any travellers coming here to do anything but buy apples. Applejack had lived here basically her whole life, which made Brad legitimately wonder why she hadn’t legitimately blown her brains out yet. She probably had the guns to do it, too.

After a quick trip to the pokémon center (and getting rejected by yet another Nurse Redheart), he made his way to basically the only thing left in town: the Sweet Apple Acres gym… if you could even call it that. Rather than the rustic designs that he had seen from the other locations, this gym was literally just a barn with the sign “gym” written on it with red paint out front. He had to legitimately look at the sign and back at the barn about five or six times before someone finally called out to him to put him out of his misery.

“Howdy!” shouted a voice, making Brad flinch. “Whoops. Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare ya. Say, don’t I know you from somewhere?”

Turning around, he saw a girl a few years younger than Applejack with bright red hair, a pink bow, a green shirt, and jeans rolled up past her kneecaps. Likewise, Brad also seemed to recognize the familiar face.

“You’re Applebloom, aren’t you? Applejack’s kid sister?”

“Who you callin’ a kid?” she asked angrily with her hands on her hips. “I’ll have you know that I’m a professional at guiding people to find their special talents! Wait a second… your name wouldn’t be Brad, would it?”

The blue-haired boy chuckled softly, running his hand across the back of his neck, making the meloetta on his shoulder tilt her head in curiosity. “I guess my reputation precedes me?”

“Yyyyyyeaaaaaaahhhhh. That’s one way to put it. Umm… My Granny says you ain’t allowed to come here no more. Somethin’ about you not bein’ an upstandin’ citizen or somethin’?”

“Look, if I was here to be a panty pilgrim, I would just climb through the window before anyone could spot me.”

“What in the hay is a panty pilgrim?”

Brad slapped his hand to his face, but luckily, before he needed to explain to a preteen girl how babies were made, a figure walked out of the barn saying, “Alright, Applebloom. I can take it from here.”

With a raised eyebrow and a shrug, Applebloom casually began walking away as an old flame steadily approached Brad, her hands gently rocking back and forth as her hips swayed towards him. Out of all the girls Brad had slept with before, Applejack wasn’t usually the one on the front of his mind, but seeing her again in the flesh made him quickly remember why he was interested in her in the first place. He couldn’t help but smile cockily at the farm girl, lifting his head up confidently and his shoulders back so that he could reminisce on old times before challenging her to--

*SLAP!*

“Ow!” Brad shouted, rubbing the side of his face. “What the cock was that for?”

Grabbing Brad by the collar of his shirt, Applejack pulled their faces together, but not in the hot way. She looked legitimately pissed, and for the first time, he actually had no clue why.

“Just what in the hay are you doin’ here? Oh, and I’m sorry ya have to see this.” She gestured towards the Meloetta floating by Brad’s shoulder, who shook her head as if she also believed that Brad deserved whatever he had coming to him. “We both know that once we graduated we decided to put all that adultery stuff behind us for good! You here to try things out with my kid sister next? Knowin’ you, I wouldn’t put it past ya.”

“You’ve got it all wrong, AJ! I--”

“Oh, really? I’m the one who’s got it all wrong? Maybe I was wrong when I let you sweet talk me into lettin’ you sleep over in my bed when you said you didn’t have no place to stay, just to find out the next day that you were really just in town on account o’ my cousin fiddlesticks kickin’ you out of her place at the last second?”

“Whoa. Fiddlesticks is your cousin? I mean, I can see the resemblance, but are all people in Sweet Apple Acres related?”

With a grunt, Applejack threw Brad onto the ground, looking down at him with a glare in her eyes. “I ain’t gonna tell ya again, so this is yer last shot to leave Sweet Apple Acres fer good, ya hear?”

“Yeah, yeah. I get that, but before I leave, I just have one request.”

“Flash, I’m tired o’ hearing all yer schemes about--”

“I want to challenge you to a gym battle, and don’t laugh, because I’ve already beaten Twilight and Fluttershy.”

Applejack’s face contorted into a confused grimace. “Wait… Come again?”

Pulling himself up to his feet and patting the dirt off of his jeans, he said, “I want to challenge you to a gym battle. Here are my badges as proof of my qualifications.” As Brad opened up his jacket, Applejack flinched like he was trying to flash her, but upon getting a closer look, surely enough, he had the magic badge and the kindness badge attached to the inside of his jacket. “You’re not going to deny me a battle just because of a little riff in our past, are you?”

Applejack struggled to find words, but with a final sigh, she tilted her ten gallon hat and said, “Alright. Follow me into the gym. I’ll let you have one battle, but if you lose, y’all have to git outta here, and I ain’t even playin’ about that.”

Brad nodded his head and followed his old friend into the barn, and though he was expecting the inside to be different than the outside, yet again, he was proven wrong. The entire interior was filled with feathers and hay aside from the outline of the battle arena with an old woman rocking back and forth in the referee’s box, seemingly asleep.

“Granny Smith! Time tah wake up! We’ve got a challenger!”

Forcefully being taken away from her dreamworld, Granny Smith jumped, looking in all directions to get a clue as to what was going on. “We have a hwat now?”

“We’ve got a challenger. Brad here says that if he loses, he ain’t gonna come bother us here no more. Ain’t that right, Brad?”

“Brad?” Granny Smith exclaimed with anger now in her voice. “Boy, I tell ya, if my hip weren’t as bad as it is, I’d come over there myself and stick my boot right up yer cahones fer what you did to my granddaughter Apple Bumpkin!”

“Wait. Apple Bumpkin is your family too? Seriously, AJ, who are you not related to?”

“Quit yer yappin’!” Applejack retorted, tipping her hat again and pulling out a pokéball from her utility belt. “I thought y’all came down here for a pokémon battle, ain’t that right?”

Brad smirked. “Works for me. I only have three pokémon, though.”

“Then it’ll be three pokémon a side. Granny, you good to be referee?”

“You kiddin’? I wouldn’t miss this opportunity fer nothin’!” As Granny Smith spoke, she made sure to smile devilishly at Brad, who inadvertently gulped in response. “Are both trainers ready?” Brad and Applejack both looked at each other, nodded, then turned their gaze back to Granny Smith. “Challenger Brad vs. Gym Leader Applejack. Begin!”

Applejack smiled as she wound up her arm with her pokéball in hand. “I don’t think y’all realize who yer messin’ with. Ivysaur, I choose you!” As her ball escaped from her hand and landed in the middle of the arena, a white light shone out, revealing a bluish green reptile with a giant bulb on its back.

“Saaaaauurr!”

“YES!” Brad exclaimed, pumping his fist. “I called it! Ivysaur is a poison-type, right? That means it’s weak to psychic-types! Meloetta, you’re up first!”

“La metta!” Meloetta then descended from Brad’s shoulder and made its way to the middle of the battlefield, tossing its hair to the side as it got ready for the opening move.

Applejack chuckled, the confidence never leaving her eyes, which was something Brad had honestly not expected. “Well, I can’t say I didn’t expect somethin’ like this.”

“Meloetta! Use psyc--”

“Sleep powder, Ivysaur!”

“SAAAAUURR!”

Suddenly, before Brad could even complete his command, a puff of powder popped out of the bulb on Ivysaur’s back, covering the battlefield with a thick, purple mist. “Don’t let it affect you!” Brad yelled. “Use psychic attack now!”

As Brad waited for the pollen to clear out of the air, however, rather than attack, his meloetta’s eyes began to blink rapidly until she fell down to her knees and collapsed onto the floor, using her arm like a pillow. This was not good. He had fully anticipated things to go his way, but he had underestimated just how much thought a gym leader puts into each of her battles. Applejack must have known that there would be people coming in with psychic-types, and she had found a way to counter their strategy. Once Meloetta woke up, though, it would be all over for Applejack.

“Good job, Ivysaur! Now give it a leech seed!”

“Ivy!”

Then, shooting even more pollen out of its bulb, several seeds found their way onto Meloetta’s body, opening up into a constricting vine wrapping around Meloetta’s body, sucking the life out of her. Brad couldn’t tell how Meloetta could sleep through all of that, but he could at least see her face contort in pain, almost like she was having a nightmare on both the outside and the inside.

“Come on…” Brad said, biting into his thumb. “Wake up, Meloetta!”

“Now, while she’s still asleep, get ready for a solar beam!”

This couldn’t be happening. Brad had picked the perfect matchup, but it was getting set to use the strongest grass-type move that existed without Brad being able to do a thing about it. Sunlight was beginning to form atop Ivysaur’s bulb, which meant that if Meloetta didn’t wake up soon, it would be all over for her, making it a two-on-three battle before Brad managed a single attack.

“MELOETTA! WAKE UUUUPPPPP!”

“La… Metta?”

Meloetta was still in pain from the leech seed, but at least she was rubbing her eyes awake. Finally, with a smile on Brad’s face, he shouted, “Psychic attack! NOW!”

This time, Meloetta didn’t hesitate for a moment. Summoning all the psychic energy she had, she lifted herself into the air, surrounded by a blue glow until finally, she threw her arms forward, causing a ripple of psychic energy to surge through the air, landing on Ivysaur in a direct hit. The grass pokémon flew several feet backwards, skidding across the ground until it came to a stop at the edge of the arena, obviously having taken a lot of damage.

“Ivysaur! Are you alright?!”

With a small smile from the grass-type pokémon, however, it rose back up to its feet, pointed its bulb in Meloetta’s direction and blasted a beam of sunlight towards the psychic-type, hitting her in an attack she wasn’t expecting and knocking her hard to the floor. Brad quickly began panicking again, but with Meloetta completely motionless after how much damage she had already taken, there was no denying the result.

“Meloetta is unable to battle,” Granny Smith said, lifting her arm up towards Brad’s pokémon. “Brad is now down to two pokémon.”

Gritting his teeth, Brad summoned Meloetta back into her pokéball, pulling her off the battlefield in a ray of red light. In all honesty, he had been hoping that Meloetta would sweep Applejack’s team, but he hadn’t even been able to eliminate the first one. The pressure was now building up, knowing that he made a deal to never come back if he lost, which meant that if he couldn’t beat Applejack here and now, his pokémon journey was officially over.

Thinking the possibilities over and over in his head, he breathed a sigh, knowing that all he could do now was send out his team and hope that they would be able to finish the job. Then, pulling his cap backwards, he pulled a pokéball from his belt and threw it onto the stage shouting, “Loppuny! I choose you!”

“Lop! Loooooop!”

Applejack chuckled again. “Ya know somethin’? The kind of stuff yer into never ceases to amaze me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?! Are you saying I’ve had sex with my pokémon?!”

“Are you sayin’ you haven’t?”

...This just gave Brad another reason to never come back to Sweet Apple Acres after this.

“A-anyway! Lopunny! Hit that ivysaur with a dizzy punch!”

“Sleep powder again!”

Once again, Ivysaur’s back erupted into a sea of purple pollen falling from the sky, and all Brad could do in the meantime was wait and hope that Lopunny could somehow make it out OK. He clenched his fist, his heart beating through his ribcage, staring at the battlefield as if blinking would make things swing the way he didn’t want, but after several seconds, once the purple mist began to dissipate, he saw a pokémon lying on the floor.

“No…” Brad mumbled to himself, but after squinting his eyes, he saw that another pokémon was still standing, or rather jumping. It was bouncing back and forth like a boxer! “Wait! Did that just happen?!”

Somehow, Lopunny had been able to completely dodge the sleep powder and land a critical-hit dizzy punch, knocking out Applejack’s ivysaur without taking any damage to herself. Both he and Applejack turned towards Granny Smith to see if there was something that they missed, but all she could do was scratch her head in confusion at the scene in front of her.

“Oh, applesauce! Ivysaur is unable to battle! Applejack is now down to two pokémon!”

“YES!” Brad shouted, striking a pose. “How do you like them apples?”

Applejack, though, couldn't help but chuckle as she summoned Ivysaur back into its pokéball and pulled another one from her belt. “Don't get too cocky, ya hear? There's still plenty more battle left to go. Leafeon! I choose you!” Upon throwing her pokéball into the arena, a white light shone on her side of the field, revealing a pokémon whose tail and ears both resembled long, green leaves, howling with energy.

“Leaf! Leaf!”

“Works for me,” Brad said with a smile. “Lopunny! Bounce!”

“Leafeon! Double team!”

Suddenly, as Lopunny jumped into the air, Applejack’s leafeon seemed to split apart, creating a dozen replicas of itself where nobody could find the original. By the time Lopunny reached the ceiling, she had an obvious look of confusion on her face, but with no time left to pick and choose, she catapulted off of the roof of the barn, colliding down onto one of the leafeons at the bottom. A cloud of dust and hay billowed into the air, making everyone pull their arms up to their mouths as they coughed the air back into their lungs, and once the dust had cleared, Leafeon was still standing tall, on the opposite side of where Lopunny had landed.

“Shoot! Loppuny, are you OK?”

“Lop, lop!” she called, struggling to get back up to her feet but bouncing energetically nonetheless.

“Alright. She had us in the first half. I’m not gonna lie, but I know how to counter it! Use dizzy punch, and don’t stop until you land a hit!”

“That ain’t gonna work on us! Leafeon, razor leaf!”

Lopunny quickly threw a punch at Applejack’s leafeon, but once the punch connected, the leafeon disappeared, and just like that, she was assaulted by a swarm of leaves cutting through her fur. With fire in her eyes, however, she spun on her feet, sending another punch to another leafeon, missing again and taking the extra damage in the process from the barrage of leaves hitting her from every direction. So long as Leafeon was using razor leaf, however, that meant that it wouldn’t be able to use another double team, and reeling back its paw for the biggest hit yet, she slammed her fist into the next leafeon, causing it to fly backwards and skid across the ground. This time, all the other leafeons disappeared.

“Good job, Lopunny! Now use bounce one more time!”

“Don’t let him get too cocky, Leafeon! Use double team one more time!”

Again, Applejack’s leafeon began to glow, splitting apart into a dozen replicas of itself, but this time, Lopunny was looking as closely as she could, making sure that she never lost sight of the original. Then, once her feet touched the ceiling again, she catapulted herself downwards, aiming towards one leafeon in particular, and if she had any doubt as to whether she had picked the right one, the leafeon’s eyes spoke volumes by themselves, watching in terror as Lopunny’s attack connected. Once again, dust billowed up around the gym, but this time, when the dust cleared out, Leafeon was lying on its back with Lopunny bouncing back and forth with jubilee.

Brad quickly turned to Granny Smith, who looked furiously back at the battlefield. Then, raising her arm towards Applejack’s side of the field, she announced, “Leafeon is unable to battle! Applejack is now down to one pokémon!”

As confident as Applejack had been up to this point, it was obvious that she was beginning to lose her cool slightly as she bit down on her lip, summoning Leafeon back into its pokéball. Brad, on the other hand, folded his arms with a large smile and an eyebrow raised, trying his best not to sound too cocky, just in case he ended up losing and had to hide from the Apple family forever.

“OK, Brad. Y’all may have caught me off guard gettin’ this far, but you ain’t gettin’ past this! Cacturne! I choose you!”

Throwing her final pokéball into the arena, a white light began to take the form of a human-like shape, covered in small prickles protruding from its body, and once the light finally faded, a cactus wearing a pyramid-shaped hat stood on Applejack’s side of the court with a menacing look. Brad had to think about what he could do in this situation that was different than the last one, but seeing as how it was a grass/dark-type, either a high jump kick or bounce seemed like they would do the trick. Plus, unless she went for another double team, Lopunny would probably have much more success landing a hit than before.

“Alright, Cacturne! Needle arm!”

“High jump kick!”

Before Cacturne could land an attack, however, Lopunny launched herself high into the air, and once she reached the apex of her jump, she reeled her leg back waiting for gravity to do the rest of the work. Brad looked down at Applejack to see her reaction, but rather than an expression of anxiety, he saw a dark smile rising on her face, making Brad suddenly feel sick to his stomach.

“Spiky shield, Cacturne!”

“Cacturne!”

“NO!”

As Lopunny came down to land its attack, however, the spikes along Cacturne’s body grew three times their normal size as it shielded its body with its long, prickly arms. Unfortunately, once the move took effect, Lopunny didn’t stand a chance. The moment her body collided with the thorns along Cacturne’s body, it shrieked with pain, its body becoming stuck to the grass-type’s body as if the spikes were piercing through Lopunny’s skin. Finally, once Lopunny was no longer struggling, Cacturne flung Lopunny to the floor where she collapsed, motionless.

“Lopunny is unable to battle!” he heard Granny Smith announce before he even had the chance to take his eyes off of his pokémon. “Brad is now down to one pokémon!”

He knew that Applejack wouldn’t do anything that would intentionally cause any pokémon permanent harm, but the way his lopunny looked in that instant appeared as though this was something to cancel the battle over. Fighting with his own judgement as to whether or not he should surrender to take Lopunny to the pokémon center right away, he summoned back Lopunny to her pokéball, hoping that he wouldn’t regret this next decision for the rest of his life. Pulling one final pokéball from his belt, he tossed the ball into the arena and shouted, “Kirlia! Go!”

“Kir! Kirlia!”

Brad had learned his lesson before when he tried using psychic-type moves against dark-type pokémon, which meant that if he was going to win this, he would have a very specific movepool that he could choose from. “Alright, Kirlia! I know you can do this! Use disarming voice!”

Opening her mouth wide, Kirlia unleashed a massive soundwave that slammed against Cacturne’s body, making it visually fall to the floor, covering its ears in pain. Kirlia tried to use her attack for as long as she could, but once the air in her lungs ran dry, she let go of the pressure from her abdomen, heaving air in and out to catch her breath. Applejack’s Cacturne, on the other hand, was pulling itself up to its feet, staring down at Kirlia with a face of anger as Applejack stood behind it with a smile.

“You know what they say, Brad. Cacturne! Use payback!”

“Cacturne!”

While Kirlia was busy trying to catch her breath, however, Cacturne leaped forward with its spikes glowing black, and with a powerful swipe, Kirlia was knocked back onto the ground, hitting the floor with enough force to cause her serious damage.

“Kirlia! Are you OK?”

Kirlia grimaced getting up, but otherwise, she was able to get back up to her tiptoes, facing down the Cacturne with a look of dedication in her eyes. Brad, on the other hand, didn’t know what to do. Other than disarming voice, he wasn’t sure if Kirlia had anything other than psychic-type moves. She had teleport for when she needed to get away from attacks, but he couldn’t spend the entire match running away. As he looked back at Applejack’s pokémon, however, he could faintly see its chest rising and falling, trying to catch its own breath as if it were just as exhausted as Kirlia was. This gave Brad hope, albeit not much to work with.

“Think you’ve got one more attack in you?” Brad asked his pokémon, to which she responded with a happy nod. “Good. I think that last attack did more damage than I thought it would, but I don’t know if you can handle getting hit by another payback… Unless… Kirlia! Come here for a second!”

Suddenly, everyone was tilting their heads in confusion as Brad summoned his pokémon closer, holding his hands around his lips as he whispered quietly into Kirlia’s ear. Whatever he had told her made her face shine with excitement, as if a lightbulb had just gone off over her head, and as Brad rose back up to his feet, Kirlia leapt back over to the battlefield with a newfound determination in her eyes.

“I don’t know what that was all about,” Applejack said with a shrug, “but y’all ain’t gonna pull any fast ones on me, ya hear?”

“Wasn’t planning on it,” Brad retorted with a laugh. “Alright, Kirlia! Use disarming voice!”

“Finish it off with payback!”

Kirlia quickly moved over to the enemy cacturne, opening its mouth and taking a large breath in, and as it did so, Cacturne got ready by reeling its spiky arms back as the thorns began to turn black. If this disarming voice didn’t finish it off, the payback would end the battle for her. Finally, Kirlia landed right in front of Cacturne, and with all the power in her diaphragm, she leaned her body forward and…

“Kirrrrrr!”

...growled at the dark-type pokémon.

Everyone was suddenly caught off guard, including Applejack’s cacturne, but by this point, its arm was already mid-swing, scratching against Kirlia’s body, but not doing nearly as much damage as before. With a smile on both Brad and Kirlia’s faces, Kirlia finally unleashed the attack that they had been planning this whole time, releasing an ear-shattering sound into Cacturne’s ear at full blast. In one short move, the tables turned around completely, knocking Cacturne back into the air until it collided with the ground, trying its best to get back up, but finally collapsing motionless onto the barn’s dirty floor. Finally, just like that, the match was over. Brad had again, somehow miraculously won.

With a cocky, shit-faced grin, he looked over at Granny Smith, whose jaw was so close to the ground that he was afraid her false teeth could fall out at any minute. She looked back at Applejack, trying to find some way to avoid ending the battle, but all Applejack could do was pull her ten gallon hat over her face, trying to hide her shame. “C-Caturne is unable to battle. Challenger Brad is the winner…”

“YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!” Brad screamed, nearly breaking his vocal cords in the process. “Eat a dick, Granny Smith!”

“Why, you’d better watch yer mouth before I come over there and--”

“Granny!” Applejack shouted from behind her hat. “I’ll take care of it from here. Why don’t you run along and leave the two of us alone for a minute? I think me and Brad need to have a little bit of a talk.”

Granny Smith narrowed her eyes, but she did not question her granddaughter. Weakly lifting herself off of her chair and onto her walker, Granny Smith slowly made her way out of the gym as a soft silence fell upon everyone, with neither Applejack nor Brad moving an inch. Finally, once Granny Smith had managed to walk herself out, Applejack sighed, tilting her hat up so that Brad could see her unapproving gaze as she put her hands on her hips.

“What is this really all about?” Applejack asked, recalling Cacturne back to its pokéball. “You just collectin’ badges to rekindle old flames? Is that it?”

“What’s your deal, AJ?” Brad asked, summoning Kirlia back inside her own pokéball. “Why don’t you believe that I can be serious about trying to enter the Pokémon League?”

“‘Cause that just don’t fit yer type, Brad! Ain’t you got other goals in life? I ain’t never seen you with a pokémon before now. That’s fer sure.”

“Well, not only have you seen me with a pokémon now, but you’ve also seen me win my third gym badge, which I still haven’t received, by the way.”

Applejack sighed, reaching into her breast pocket and pulling out a badge that resembled three shiny red apples. Then, making what felt like the longest trek ever, she grabbed Brad by the hand and placed the badge into his palm, closing his fingers on top of it. “Alright, Brad. You win. The honesty badge is yours.” Brad was about to cheer again, but Applejack held tighter onto his hand, staring sternly into his eyes. “But ya still can’t come back here no more, ya hear?”

“Wait, were you being serious?”

Out of nowhere, the gym leader grabbed her hat and tossed it onto the floor, stomping in frustration. “Of course I’m bein’ serious! Do you realize how many of my family members you’ve taken into bed with you?!”

“That’s just it! You have so many family members that for all I know, I might have done it with like thirty-nine of them by now!”

“And that’s the point I’m tryin’ to make here, Brad! Can’t ya just… cool yerself down a little? I… I’m scared about Applebloom. I’m scared that if you keep comin’ here, she might get caught up in all this too. You just… do that to girls sometimes.”

“What about you?”

Applejack grimaced. “Beg yer pardon?”

“I’m saying… did I ever have that effect on you?”

“What do you think, Brad?! The last time you were here, I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about that time we uh… y-you know. When you didn’t have no place to sleep and ya told me that you were too scared to sleep alone?”

“That was a good line, wasn’t it?”

“That’s my point! Flash, you bein’ here… it brings back old memories that I’d much rather forget about, and I can’t have you doin’ this near my family, ya hear?”

Brad, however, placed his gym badge alongside the other two on the inside of his jacket, sighing sadly as he did so. “I get what you’re saying. I’m not happy about it, but I don’t want to ruin our friendship or anything. Plus, if Granny Smith ever caught me, I think I’d be deader than a raticate in a barrel of applesauce.”

Applejack giggled femininely, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear and reaching around Brad to pull him into a big hug. “Don’t worry. I’ll come around Canterlot every once in a while to see how yer doin’.” The feeling of Applejack’s embrace was so warm, filling his body with a genuine happiness that he had yearned for since the last time he saw her. She was so much different than all the other girls he had been with, like she would always be honest and genuine with him no matter how-- “Brad, yer pokin’ me with yer dick.”

“Ssshhh. Ssshhh. Just let it happen.”

“Really now?!” Applejack exclaimed, pulling herself off of Brad’s body. “Yer really gonna ruin a moment like that?”

“What can I say? I miss you already. Speaking of which--”

“Nope. Ain’t happenin’.”

“You sure? It’s not like I’ll get to see you again any time soon, after all.”

Applejack folded her arms and turned her back, but after several moments of silence, she couldn’t help but peek over her shoulder, looking Brad in the eyes and moving her vision south. The moment her eyes made it down to the bulge in his pants, however, she flinched and turned to face away from him again, leaving another several moments of silence. Brad knew that sometimes silence was golden, and that if he could just go a couple more moments without saying anything, she would eventually break and give in. He had done the prodding, and now he just needed to make sure that she chose this for herself.

Finally, with a sigh, Applejack turned her head and said, “If I do this, y’all better git outta town and never speak a word o’ this to anyone.”

“Sweet!”

As Brad quickly began to undo the belt on his jeans, Applejack quietly giggled to herself, seeing the elation all over his face and beginning to undo the buttons to her shirt as well. The teenage boy worked like lightning, pulling his shoes off of his feet and shimmying his pants down his legs, nearly falling backwards as he hopped on one leg to pull the fabric off of his ankles. Being with Applejack made him suddenly realize how much he had missed both her and her body, leaving him with a full-length shaft before he had even done anything foreplay.

“Oh, Flaaash,” an enchanting voice called out. “Remember these?”

As soon as Brad’s boxers were off of his feet, he slowly looked back up to Applejack, whose shirt had been unbuttoned with her bra pulled up to her clavicle, revealing a pair of beautiful eighteen-year-old titties. He could feel his cock begin to bounce with his heartbeat flowing directly into his groin, making it obvious in his face as well as his crotch how much he enjoyed the sight before him. Then, taking a few steps closer as Applejack’s eyelids closed halfway, Brad lowered his face, allowing his lips to gently circle around the cowgirl’s areola while his fingers traced circles around her remaining breast. Applejack bit her lip as the sensation began to no doubt take effect, which would only double in power the moment Brad opened his mouth, letting his tongue travel down to her skin, gently grazing against her nipple.

“Mmmm…” Applejack cooed, closing her eyes while her chest rose and fell even more violently. This, however, gave Brad all the permission he needed to go full throttle, placing her nipple in between his lips as he sucked tenderly against her skin, using his hand to play with the nipple of her other breast, squeezing her boob firmly as he did so. The blonde-haired cowgirl then quickly grabbed Brad by the head and neck, pulling him in closer to her body as the sensations in her body began to overwhelm her, causing her chest to rise into Brad’s mouth with every breath she took.

Just as things were beginning to heat up, however, Brad pulled his mouth off of her breasts, making her frown with a look of disappointment in her face, but fortunately for her, Brad had other plans that were much better than that. He then continued to kiss is circles around Applejack’s boob before bringing his mouth down to her abdomen, running his fingers delicately against her waist as his mouth found its way to the hem of her denim skirt. With his palms stopping at her waist, Brad gripped the button of her skirt with his teeth and steadily pulled it away, allowing her skirt to gently fall down her legs and onto the dusty floor. The only thing that prevented him for fulfilling his desires now was a pair of pure white panties, shielding him from the piece of her body that his instincts were so powerfully craving for.

Applejack’s legs seemed to squeeze together, which he couldn’t tell whether that meant she were embarrassed about Brad being so close to her crotch or if she were so horny that she couldn’t take it. Fortunately, however, once Brad saw a small wet spot at the base of her cameltoe, he could assume that it was at least a little bit of both, and with his fingers gently prodding the hem of her underwear, he slowly pulled the fabric down her legs, flipping them inside out and revealing a small slit in her pelvis that he wanted more than anything. In fact, he didn’t even wait for her panties to be down any further than her knees before he brought his tongue to her womanhood, making her recoil forward in the sudden exhilarating pleasure. As Brad searched through her insides with his tongue, Applejack combed through his hair with her fingers, occasionally pulling his blue locks whenever he accidentally ran his tongue up against her clitoris.

“Oh!” Applejack blurted, making Brad quickly pull his face out of her crotch. The blonde-haired girl seemed to curse at herself internally, but just to be sure, he had to make sure he knew that she was OK.

“You doin’ good, Applejack?”

“Yeah, sorry. I guess I just got a little carried away there. Whoo wee! It’s been a long time since I felt somethin’ like that!”

“Then maybe I should remind you what it felt like the last time.”

Applejack narrowed her eyes with a smile on her face, which Brad mirrored by giving her his own sultry stare. Then, rising to his feet, he grabbed the sleeve of his shirt and started pulling the shirt from off of his body, and immediately following suit, Applejack pulled her button down shirt down her shoulders and unhooked her bra, leaving the both of them completely naked once Applejack pulled her panties the remaining way off of her legs. As the two of them approached closer again, Applejack placed her hands on top of Brad’s bare chest while he allowed his hands to fall down her back, gripping tightly on her firm butt. Then, with one last smile, the two of them closed their eyes and fell into a hard kiss with Applejack wrapping her arms around Brad’s neck and Brad pulling her in closer by her ass.

Their tongues were now dancing across each other in a saliva fight, running up and down the base of each other’s mouths as Brad’s hand slowly made its way to the other side of Applejack’s pelvis. He had to slip a finger in just to make sure she was lubed up enough (which Applejack responded to by forcing her tongue deeper into Brad’s mouth), but once he pulled it out with a string of feminine liquid connecting his finger with her insides, he grabbed hold of his penis, circled it around Applejack’s labia and gently placed it inside. Applejack immediately pulled her mouth off of Brad’s to release a powerful moan, digging her fingers into Brad’s shoulder as Brad maneuvered his way through her inner tunnel, pushing himself in deeper and deeper. Soon, her fingernails were grinding against Brad’s back, her breasts pressing against Brad’s chest as his hips began to find a steady rhythm between her legs.

Brad then pushed Applejack softly away from his body, allowing her to lean back while he humped her beneath, now getting a prime view of her breasts as they bounced up and down with each thrust. Tossing her hair back, she gave Brad a sultry smile, hanging onto Brad’s shoulders and dragging her fingers to his arm, feeling around his upper muscles while her breaths began to turn into moans.

“Mmm… Yeah… Ah! Oh! Ohhh… Mmmm!”

“Hang on,” Brad said, killing the moment yet again and leaving Applejack pleading for more. As he pulled his cock out of Applejack’s orifice, however, he got down onto the dirt beneath him, laying down and angling his penis upwards. “You like doing it dirty, don’t you?”

Applejack giggled and slowly, sensually, allowed her legs down to the floor, gently placing her hips on top of Brad’s and letting his firm member slide back into her pleasure center. Almost immediately, her shoulders fell forward, her breasts hanging down along with her mouth, which was already beginning to gasp in desire again. With one hand running against Applejack’s left buttcheek, however, his right hand grabbed hold of Applejack’s boob, placing it into his mouth and sucking tenderly as the momentum of Applejack’s hips began to pick up. His dick was now beginning to rub up against Applejack’s cervix whenever she descended her hips all the way down, along with the sensation of her inner walls squeezing against Brad’s firm shaft. The best part of all, though, was the sound of her wetness echoing through the gym every time their hips collided, complemented by the sound of Applejack’s feminine moans.

“Yer so good…” she whispered right before a loud gasp, causing her whole face to tense up in pleasure before she accidentally got too loud.

“C’mon, Applejack,” Brad said in a low voice. “Let everyone in Sweet Apple Acres hear you.”

“Ahhh! I can’t! Can you imagine what would happen if Applebloom found out?”

Brad chuckled. “She’d just be learning from the best.”

Then, grabbing hold of Applejack’s hips, he began to lift his hips harder inside of the girl in front of him, lifting his lower half off the ground as Applejack kept her cowgirl position. As his dick continued to grow longer and stiffer between her inner folds, the blonde-haired teenager fell backwards, propping herself up with her hands as she bounced her crotch on top of Brad’s lap. Both of them were now panting and sweating profusely, adding even more liquid to the buildup of love juices dripping from Applejack’s vagina. As she pulled one hand off of the ground to fondle her breast, her face began to scrunch up in arousal, letting Brad know that she was getting close to reaching her limit.

Pulling himself out one more time, however, he grabbed Applejack by her waist again, turned her around, and softly sat her down on top of him, allowing his cock to go through her at an entirely new angle. Before she even started moving her pelvis, she was already moaning out breaths of pleasure, giving Brad the inclination that she really did want to scream for everyone to hear, just so long as she was given the right push. Biting down on his lip, Brad slammed his cock through her as hard as he could go, causing her shoulders to pinch backwards as her head swung back in pleasure, becoming a little bit more vocal with each breath.

“Mmmmm!”

The sight of Applejack in the throes of arousal was tempting him to finish before her, but he wanted to hear her really scream before he let her off the hook. With his fingers softly traveling down Applejack’s spine, her back began to arch, creating a wave shape as her body rocked back and forth against his member. The overwhelming sensuality was beginning to grind against Brad’s better judgement, leading him to explore Applejack’s entire body in a desperate attempt to keep himself from ejaculating prematurely. His hands reached all over her, gripping her shoulders, pulling her hair, caressing her torso, playing with her pubic hair, squeezing her tits, anything he could do to keep his orgasm back just a little bit longer, and likewise, having her body explored like that was making Applejack’s voice become even louder. Her moans had turned into screams, trailing off at the end to show how badly she was trying to silence herself. No matter how much she wanted to hide her growing libido, however, the feeling within her loins was growing uncontrollable, manifesting itself via the heartbeat inside her throbbing against Brad’s penis.

“Applejack, I need you to cum for me right now!”

“Ahh~! H-hold on! I’m almost there!”

Brad wanted to agree, but his balls had already started to grip inside his body, and even if Brad pulled out right now, there was no stopping what was about to happen. Finally, gritting his teeth and pumping his hips inside Applejack as hard as he could, he finally heard an ear-shattering scream come out of Applejack’s mouth, timed perfectly with the explosion coming from his own end. Applejack was gripping hold of Brad’s leg with one hand while the other fondled her breast, heaving in air between each scream coming out of her mouth. Meanwhile, Brad’s entire lower body was shaking, trembling between Applejack’s lower lips as his dick painted her insides white, flooding her ovaries with his sperm. There was no doubt Applejack could feel what was going on, but rather than getting angry, she pulled it in as much as she could, allowing the semen to coat her cervix while her better judgement was being attack by her pulsating vagina.

Both of them continued to moan in pleasure for another minute, experiencing the greater boundaries of lust until their bodies would no longer send any more dopamine into their bloodstreams. They were sweaty, out of breath, and covered in each other’s bodily fluids, but until that orgasm finally subsided, they would only focus on the feeling of euphoria flooding from their genitalia. Then, once it was finally over, Applejack weakly pulled herself off of Brad’s pelvis and fell backwards onto the floor, covering her butt with dirt and hay, much like Brad’s had probably been.

“Whoo wee!” Applejack exclaimed. “I’d better get my clothes on before I get in big trouble.”

“Yeah, thanks for the volume, by the way.”

As Applejack slid her feet through her panties and Brad put his shirt back over his head, Applejack began to laugh, making the blue-haired boy wonder if he had accidentally broken her brain. “Let me tell ya somethin’. This is exactly why I can’t have ya comin’ back here. I ain’t just worried ‘bout you or Applebloom no more. I’m worried that I might get mahself in trouble.”

“No kidding!” By this point, Brad was fully dressed and Applejack was putting her bra back over her breasts, and even though he had just barely cum not even two minutes ago, he already missed the sight of Applejack’s naked body. “You know, if you’re ever in Canterlot…”

“I’ll be sure to pack pleeeeenty o’ protection. Shoot, I don’t know what I was thinkin’ lettin’ you do that in the first place. You know, if this whole thing ended up with me gettin’ pregnant--”

“IS THAT GRANNY SMITH I HEAR?!”

Applejack quickly covered her mouth and started looking for somewhere to hide, just in case she ended up walking in and seeing them still alone together, but more importantly, Applejack had dropped the subject. She then quickly looked out the windows and pushed Brad out as fast as she could. “You gotta get outta here quick!”

“Sounds good. Where’s Pinkie Pie’s gym, by the way?”

“Baltimare City. Now git goin’! Hurry!”

Before Brad could say another word, Applejack slammed the doors to the gym closed, but fortunately for him, not only was there no one coming, but he had managed to leave exactly when he wanted. Plus, he had managed to add one more badge to his collection, putting him that much closer to the Pokémon League. He didn’t know what Pinkie Pie’s typing was or how he would go about defeating her, but one thing he knew for sure was that just like every time so far, he would figure it out. Then, when he did, he would leave her with the perfect parting gift.

“Get ready, Pinkie Pie, ‘cause I’m gonna whoop your ass.”