I Can't Stress Enough Just How Good Those Hands Are, Mare
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I Can't Stress Enough Just How Good Those Hands Are, Mare
"Come on Applejack, don't just stand there--ohh~ just like that tongue--join in on this party!"
Applejack watched as Pinkie squirmed in her human's grasp. The fella was just in his underwear, sitting on the edge of their bed. His arms were hooked around Pinkie's legs, and he was holding the mare in the air, his face buried between her legs. The farmer couldn't really see what was going on, but from the licks and sucks filling the air along with Pinkie twitching and groaning, one didn't need to be Twilight Sparkle to figure out what the hay was going on.
It had been an interesting few days for Applejack. Here she thought Pinkie knew as much about sex as her little sister--who better not know a darn thing about the subject--and the baker went and asked her if she wanted to have a bit of fun with her coltfriend. The farmer wasn't against a bit of casual fun, be it with mare or stallion, but she had been just a bit hesitant with the human. She quite liked the colt as a friend, but the most exotic male she had ever been with was one of those fancy flyers in the Wonderbolts, and he sure as sugar wasn’t some frou-frou pegasus.
Even so, even the most conservative gal got curious from time to time. She had spoken to Rarity about it, wanting some advice, and the unicorn's reaction had spoken volumes. She never directly said so, but Applejack had the feeling she wasn't the first one that Pinkie had asked to have a bit of fun with. The mare encouraged her to accept the invitation. With a bit of prodding she figured why the hay not? At the very least it might be interesting to sleep with an alien, something she could tell the gals about after a bit too much drinking.
Not that Applejack was going to get her hopes up. She wasn't some two-bit hussy like that Strawberry mare in town, but she wasn't unfamiliar with a roll in the hay every once in a while.
There were a lot of colts in Ponyville that she'd catch staring at her rump when she walked by. Some of them were lucky enough to get a smile and a wink, and, if she were feeling frisky, they'd get a heck of a lot more than that.
It was in all good fun, but there weren't a lot of stallions that could keep up with her in the bedroom. Most of the time she'd still be raring to go and the stallion would be on his back, senseless and down for the count. A more egotistical side of her did enjoy rutting colts senseless, knowing that they'd probably never get another ride like the one she just gave him, but it was equally frustrating. There were times when she wanted to be the one with her eyes rolling in her skull barely able to talk.
A groan from Pinkie brought her out of her thoughts. She looked up at the mare to see her belly heaving as she pawed at the top of the human's head.
The colt must have been good with his tongue. She was going to have to test that out after he was done with his marefriend.
Tilting her hat upward, she gave the human a once over. He looked handsome enough for what he was; not as muscular as she would have liked, but the way his stallionhood was threatening to rip a hole through his underwear was mighty appealing. She leaned forward, giving his groin a sniff. There was a smell of shampoo and sweat, but underneath it there was something else. Something different. Alien.
The farmer licked her lips. Grabbing the waistband of his underwear, she pulled the fabric downward. With a hard tug, his cock sprang up, smacking the underside of her muzzle. Applejack jumped in surprise, letting out a chuckle.
"Excited there, ye big fella?" she asked.
The human didn't seem to hear her, still seeing to Pinkie. Very polite of him not to talk with his mouth full.
Smiling, the farmer grabbed the base of his cock, moving it from side to side. Honestly, he wasn't much different compared to a stallion. His length was mostly the same color as the rest of him, with a reddish-purplish mushroom shaped tip. He was nowhere the biggest that she had seen, but he was big enough.
Applejack gave him a few strokes, watching as some precum dribbled from his tip. Tilting her head down, she gave him a lick, eyes widening. He was salty and slightly bitter. Not bad at all she had to admit.
She gave him a few more licks, slapping his tip against her cheeks and chin, until he was throbbing and slick with spit. Once she was satisfied that he was properly lubricated, she turned around, lifting her tail out of the way. If the human didn't have Pinkie wrapped around his head, he would have been able to see one of the finest flanks that Ponyville had to offer. Years of applebucking and granny's home cooking had given her a rump that most mares would die for and most colts would kill to mount.
Giving her ass a teasing wiggle, Applejack backed up into the human's lap, trapping his cock between her cheeks and his stomach. He twitched when he felt her soft fur against his member. Groaning, he bucked his hips.
Applejack pressed herself against him firmly, her smile turning into a grin.
"I'ah hope ya had yer wheaties this mornin', sugarcube, 'cause yer 'bout get the ridin' of yer life."
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In her boutique, Rarity was helping herself to a nice breakfast. A few eggs, some toast, as well as a small stack of pancakes. Usually, the unicorn would just help herself to a granola bar before trotting into the sewing room, but she felt like splurging today. Last night had been the last of a series of long, exhausting days trying to finish a new line for a show in Canterlot, and all she wanted to do today was to relax.
After breakfast she had an appointment with the spa sisters, and after that who knows. She could go to Sugarcube Corner to have a snack, or go to the marketplace to catch up on the latest gossip. The world was literally her oyster. She smiled around her cup of coffee at the thought. Setting the cup down she took a ladylike bite of her toast before dabbing her lips with a napkin.
Her ears perked up when she heard her front door being unlocked. A moment later it was opened, accompanied by the jingle of the bell she had above it. There weren't many ponies with the keys to her boutique, meaning that it was either her parents or friends, and since she didn't hear Sweetie Belle running muzzle first into anything it must have been the latter.
"I'm in the kitchen," she called.
The door was closed and locked, the sounds of slow, careful walking following. The tip of Rarity's horn glowed. Her cabinet was opened, and a coffee mug was pulled out. As she was filling it, Applejack walked into the kitchen.
The earth pony looked like she had just crawled through Tartarus. The bags under her eyes had bags. Her signature had appeared to have a piece bitten out of her. Speaking of bites, the mare had bite marks all over her body, mostly around her neck, though when Rarity got a good look at her she saw some around her rump and legs.
Applejack limped toward the table, taking a seat next to her. As she rested her head down onto the tablecloth, closing her eyes, Rarity placed the cup of coffee right near her head.
"So..." the fashionista began. "Did you enjoy yourself?"
"I'ah can't feel muh darn lower end."
Rarity smiled, lifting the hat off of the farmer's head with her magic. She would need to mend it after breakfast.
"So it was a good night then?"
"I'ah can see why Pinkie calmed down so darn much after she started datin' that fella," Applejack replied. "He bucks the energy out o' her every night."
"Yes, that's what I was able to gather after my own... adventure with those two.”
Slowly, Applejack lifted her head. She grabbed the mug of coffee next to her with both hooves, taking a sup. She licked her lips, glancing over at Rarity to give her a dirty look.
"Ya could have given me some warnin' 'bout what the hay I was gettin' into," she said.
"A lady never kisses and tells, Applejack," Rarity replied, levitating a clean plate in front of her friend and scooping half of her eggs onto it. "I was also confident that you'd be able to take whatever those two threw at you. You're a very hearty mare after all."
Applejack helped herself to some of her toast. Rarity put some more bread in the toaster, helping herself to an egg.
"I've had sex, I've even made love, but I ain't never had what I got last night," Applejack said. "That weren't no sex. That was a' breedin'."
"Mares seem to bring the very best out of a human," Rarity said with some mirth. "Or worst, depending on how you view it. It's something to do with our pheromones. It drives them wild."
"Wild an' then some," Applejack said, shoulders slumping. "He just kept goin' and goin'. It didn't matter how many loads I squeezed outta him, an' it only got worse when he was done with Pinkie."
She shivered. She had been with some stallions that liked to bite, but the human had been another thing entirely. He snarled and bite like a timberwolf as he fucked.
"Lotta weird positions," she continued. "I don't know how the hay he got so deep, but he had me squealin' like a filly in heat, beggin' yer pardon. We didn’t stop till the sun was up."
"Oh, I'm sure," Rarity said with a nod. "Those hands of his are marvelous, aren't they?"
"They were somethin’ alright. Did he like pullin' yer tail too?"
"That and the smacking yes. It took days before I could sit comfortably."
Applejack snorted. "Well, feels like it's gonna be a week 'fore I'll be able to buck apples again. I swear to Celestia muh spine fell outta muh plot with how hard he was goin' at it."
"Well, if you need any help at the farm you know the girls and I would be happy to help."
The two were quiet for a bit, helping themselves to their food. Rarity piled more toast onto the exhausted farmer's plate, which she didn't hesitate to scarf down.
"Rare?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Not ta ask ya something that would offend yer ladylike sensibilities--"
"I almost didn't detect any sarcasm there. Very good, Applejack."
"--Do ya'll and them fool around a lot?"
"I will on occasion," Rarity admitted. "Especially when it gets hot and ponies are sweaty. The human, the poor dear, gets a bit overwhelmed, and helping him becomes a two mare job."
Applejack nodded.
"I might have ta offer muh services then," she said.
"You should. It's brought Pinkie and I closer together, and it's a great deal of fun. I'm sure if you asked she'd love the help. The three of us might even be able to get together and see if we can turn the tables on the big lug of a colt."
The farmer simply nodded again, eating another egg.
"Rare? No foolin'? That was one of the best lays I've ever had."
Rarity chuckled. "Why do you think I'm in the market for my own little human, dear?"
