Something I worked on last night and finished up this morning. Poor lucky applejack, the changelings overran her farm in the dead of night. The Applebucking mare is now strung up in her own barn, forced to watch as a changeling impersonating her interacts with her friends while she succumbs to the pleasure of being Chrysalis’s broodmare. As the days drag on, and the pleasure grows with every egg she lays and larvae that hatches, Chrysalis will soon ask her the damning question