Plot Power

As Derpy Hooves casually trots over to her final destination for the day, she whistles a merry tune to herself. All the while, she wears a rather tired expression. Her day has been rather exhausting, but she knows her hard work will be worth it when she earns her first week's pay. Just imagining finally being able to make a living on her own is enough for the young and freshly independent mare. She makes her way along the path to Sweet Apple Acres, blissfully unaware of the cloud hovering high above behind her.

The cloud is being used as makeshift cover by none other than Rainbow Dash. It seems the fastest flyer in all of Equestria has resorted to sneaking around and watching the ditzy mare from her aerial vantage point. Since the sky blue pegasus had seen her good friend Pinkie Pie act so strangely, she has decided to follow the blonde-maned mare on her mail route to see if any other strange events occur.

Alas, letter after letter, package after package, and yet nothing out of the ordinary has happened. Not a single pony Derpy has delivered to acted any different than usual. To be fair, Rainbow Dash did find herself in need of a quick mid-afternoon nap, but she merely shrugged it off afterward, convincing herself that nothing too exciting must have happened in the meantime.

Derpy Hooves eventually arrives on the path to Sweet Apple Acres’ own Apple family. Taking a moment to glance off towards the sunset, she remarks aloud to herself just how late it's gotten.

"Oh wow! It's really been a long day, hasn't it? It'll be dinner time soon!"

Her weary legs bring her right to the doorstep of the apple family's humble abode. Just as she is about to knock on the door, however, Derpy hears a familiar Southern accent call to her from afar.

"Well, hey there, Derpy! Ah'm over here!"

Upon hearing the voice, Derpy's first instinct is to look directly above her. She isn't so good at directions, after all, having once delivered a package to the wrong side of Ponyville all because she mixed up "east" with "weast." The Pegasus soon locates the source of the voice with a quick look behind her, spotting the orange mare trotting toward her with a friendly smile on her tired face.

Applejack approaches slowly, almost dragging her hooves along the freshly plowed field as the farming pony draws nearer to her visitor. She notices the golden eyed Pegasus isn't her usual mailmare, and gives an odd head tilt in a show of her curiosity before speaking.

"Can't say ah was expecting you here."

Derpy is, of course, more than happy to educate Applejack on her reasoning for being here. The earth pony walks right up to her, smiling to show her joy at seeing another one of her good friends.

"Oh, Raindrops is out today, she pulled a muscle in her wing and had to stay home."

Applejack's expression shifted to one of brief concern for her injured fellow pony.

"Now that there's a darn shame. Well, thanks for stopping by and deliverin' in her place! I much appreciate it."

Derpy nods in the same giddy, exaggerated fashion as always. She’s happy to assist her mailmare friend by taking on her route as well. Unfortunately, all the additional work is beginning to take its toll, and Derpy ekes out a tired sigh of exhaustion to demonstrate. The gray-coated mare has been flying all day, and she barely has enough strength to get back to her home in Cloudsdale.

("Oh, home sweet home. I can take a nice shower and just relaaax...")

The thought of soothing warm water washing her of all the dirt and sweat she has accumulated all day briefly distracts the aching pegasus. Applejack can tell by the mare's dreamy expression that her wandering mind has drifted off once more. Clearing her throat brings Derpy's focus back to the present and remind her that she has an actual task to take care of at the moment.

"Oh yeah! I brought you a letter!"

AJ offers a weak smile at the mare's merry disposition, finding it rather peculiar that a girl as old as her still "acts like a young'n," in her own words.

"Well, I'll be! Who's it from?"

"The mayor! I think it's a thank you note for helping rebuild Town Hall after the, umm... incident."

Derpy seems to have some difficulty remembering the right word for the little accident she had caused a few weeks prior. Sure, it was the third time she had been tasked with moving storm clouds in that direction, but it was still tricky for an easily distracted mare such as her. A few stray thunderbolts and Town Hall was left a pile of smoking rubble, and Derpy was out of her old job as a weathermare.

To be honest, Derpy doesn’t like remembering that time, considering the fact that the so-called “incident” is what had gotten her kicked out of her parents’ home after being deemed “too much of a hassle” by her own father. The golden-eyed mare didn’t let it get her down, though, because that was just the push she needed to become the independent mare she is today.

After staring off into space for a few seconds, Derpy notices an orange hoof enter her field of vision and shakes her head free of the memory distracting her.

“Uhh, y’alright there, girl? Having a flashback or somethin’?”

Applejack questions Derpy kindly, even as her mild annoyance at the mare on her porch blocking her way to rest and relaxation quite clearly shows. Derpy merely offers an apologetic smile for daydreaming

“Hehe, sorry.”

The pegasus reaches back toward her bag hanging over her side and manages to get the top flap open with her hoof before having some difficulty finding the right letter. Pouting slightly, she turns back and dives face-first into the bag, throwing off her balance and causing her to yelp as she tumbles forward onto the hard wood porch below.
Applejack, being the caring pony that she is, chuckles slightly at the mailmare's clumsiness. Trotting after her, AJ questions the gray pegasus who finds herself face down for what feels like the millionth time on today.

"Whoa, Derpy, that was a mighty nasty fall. Are you... uhh..."

Applejack finds herself stammering slightly when her eyes focus on the sight before her. Not only has the dangerously clumsy mare accidentally buried her face between the floorboards, she's positioned in such a way that her plush rump is on full display. AJ is taken aback for a moment while those bubbles adorning Derpy's flank catch her eyes with relative ease.

The world around her disappears; the bright, colorful farm she has known all her life fades away momentarily into darkness. This leaves the usually dull-colored pony to appear as if she’s a golden god of salvation to the hard working mare. Something for her to enjoy... to please... to worship.

“Umm, Applejack? Are you still there?”

Derpy’s words are faint, even distant to the orange pony while she draws closer. Briefly mumbling, Applejack leaves her mouth agape as she seats herself directly in front of the captivating sight before her. Slowly, she brings a hoof up to gently prod the beautiful behind, her mind struggling to keep up with her actions.

(“Wh- What in the hay? Why am ah touchin Derpy’s... bubble butt?”)

The questions fail to form on her lips. A mere gasp is all that escapes the honest mare before she catches herself lewdly licking her lips. Derpy, feeling rather left out of whatever is going on behind her, mutters aloud in another attempt to get through to her preoccupied friend.*

“I’m kinda stuck, I think.”

As if to demonstrate her claim, the gray-coated mare tries to tug herself free from the broken floorboards. Her wings flutter to no avail, and AJ chuckles at the sight. She has always thought of Derpy’s behavior as cute, but after seeing her this close, she can’t help but feel something else for the trapped mare.

Soon after, the orange pony does something rather unlike her. Applejack brings her face close enough to nuzzle her cheek rather affectionately on the soft fur adorning Derpy’s flank. Almost instantly, a wave of pleasure courses through her, causing her to swoon happily as a result. She feels encouraged to continue, and doesn’t see anything wrong with her actions.

Her hooves wrap around Derpy’s hind legs and pull them against her face in what appears to be a surprisingly gentle hug. This unexplained need to be so close to Derpy’s behind is strange to the suddenly affectionate mare. However, she can’t seem to find a single resistant bone in her body to want to pull away.

(“So soft... Sweet Celestia, she’s like a pillow...”)

AJ squishes her face against Derpy’s posterior once more, reveling in the smooth, flawless texture of the pegasus.

“Don’t you worry none, Derpy... Ah’ll help ya and this sweet, sweet ass ah yours~”

“Huh? Okay, I guess...”

Derpy can’t help feeling awkward upon hearing Applejack refer to her rear end, but decides to ignore the remark in favor of getting free from her wooden prison. Unfortunately, the gray-coated mare receives a different kind of help as she feels something warm and wet teasing her marehood. She lets out a small gasp of surprise before the eager earth pony behind her practically dives between those furry globes she’ so invested in.

AJ’s muzzle is so deeply latched onto Derpy’s own marehood as her tongue works the bright pink inner folds hidden from view. Her tongue darting in and out of the mare’s sex causes her to make noises she had never heard herself make before.

“Uhh, so what are you gonna do to help me get out, AJ?"

Derpy questions nervously, seemingly ignoring the pleasure coursing through her body as just another funny feeling. Her friend's mouth is currently occupied, however, as Applejack refuses to spare another moment away from Derpy's all-encompassing rump.

("This perfect behind... This perfect lil’ pussy... I could taste this sweet honey pot all night long!")

The musky scent of Derpy’s luscious behind clouds AJ’s mind as she darts her tongue in and out without mercy. Unwilling to miss even a drop, she laps at her sensitive muff like a dog thirsting for water. As strange as the feeling of somepony's tongue on her may be, Derpy's one-track mind is so focused on the problem at hand that she can't feel a thing!

("Oh, am I dirty down there again? Darn it, I hope Applejack hasn't noticed how sweaty I've gotten.")

In truth, the gray mare's sweat-matted fur only arouses.the hard working farmer even further. The appreciation for the fruit of her efforts combined with the feminine scent filling her nostrils nearly drives her wild with desire.

The feel of her face being so fully eclipsed by those warm, pillowy cheeks makes her heart melt as she offers a deep moan of content. Unfortunately for the orange-coated mare, an intruder with a familiar deep voice interrupts her from behind.

"Applejack? What are you doing!?"

("Huh? Big Mac?")

AJ recognizes her older brother's voice as it calls to her, but her dutiful task keeps her busy for just a few more moments. This only raises the deep red stallion's suspicion as he bears witness to the lewd sight of his younger sister with her face entombed in another mare's behind.

His sibling is entirely absorbed in the task at hand, showing sudden passion and devotion to something he thought she would never do. The spellbound mare finally manages to pull away from the enchanting rump and turn to her brother, the dazed look on her face sobering up the longer she speaks.

"Oh, Big Mac! Ah was just... huh... what was ah doing?"

Applejack scratches her head, confused as to the gap in her memory. A golden blonde tail swishes next to her, drawing her brother's attention to the full rear end of a familiar mare on display. He can't quite place it, but he knows he has seen that bottom before, and even now it holds his attention more so than any other mare's like it.

His body stiffens up immediately, his eyes focusing as they fall on the marvelous sight that is that flank where those irresistible bubbles rest. It looks to him like his little sister is doing a little exploring on the mailmare, which is strange in and of itself, but now he finds himself unable to care that Applejack was doing something so lewd. With a glorious behind like that, who wouldn’t wanna bury their snout between those cheeks?

Making his way closer to her, Macintosh presses his sturdy hoof into that plush flesh, immediately feeling it sink into the soft fur surrounding it.

“You... you weren't diving into this mare's behind, were ya?”

Derpy twitches slightly at the feeling of such a strong limb poking her bottom, but manages to come to her senses afterward to ask for a little assistance.

“Oh hi Big Mac! I’m a little stuck, could you maybe pull me out?”

Big Mac is cognizant enough of the situation to know he has to help the poor mare. So, with a slight lean forward, he grabs the pony’s mane with his teeth and yanks backwards, pulling her head free and leaving her resting on the ground as his weight shifted to lay atop her.

“Whew! Thanks, I really appreciate-... Big Mac?”

Derpy halts as she feels the stallion behind her lean over her entire body almost menacingly. AJ notices this, but her eyes find those bubbles once more, and her train of thought derails while a suggestive grin spreads out on her face.

“Ooh, looks like mah brother wants his turn with ya too, Derpy!”

Macintosh doesn't say a word as he locks himself in a mating position, pressing all four legs around Derpy’s sides to prevent her from fleeing. His throbbing stallionhood pokes her cheeks, ready and willing for any illicit behavior that his body so suddenly desires. Unsure of what’s going on, Derpy merely squirms when she feels the stallion’s body rubbing against her.

“Hey, stop that! Nheehee... that tickles!”

Derpy tries to hold back her giggles even as Big Mac aims his love muscle right for her forbidden zone. His flared tip prods her tailhole, and Derpy’s tail shifts aside on its own while her rump slowly nudges back towards him. Big Macintosh is more than happy to oblige. He gently pushes forward and her ass cheeks spread to accommodate such a massive member.

As much as one could assume that Derpy would be in an immense amount of pain from unlubricated anal sex with an abnormally large cock, Derpy doesn’t feel a thing besides ticklish. He can’t get much more than a few inches past the tip inside, but he still grunts out in pleasure when he feels her body work him deeper inside her of its own accord. He’s surprised as she breaks down in a fit of chuckles, but refuses to question the glorious ass he now has the pleasure of satisfying.

“C’mon, quit it! That feels funny!”

Derpy never understood these “funny feelings” when she has them, but her body is too busy getting reamed to care. AJ sneaks up next to the pair and squishes her face against Derpy’s plump flank, nuzzling into her once more as it takes a much harsher pounding from AJ’s sibling.

“Ain’t it just the best you’ve ever seen, Big Mac?”

Her dreamy voice barely registers in the stallion’s mind as he begins pumping forward, his body trying to fit as much as he possibly can inside the mailmare. A mere “eeyup” is all he manages in response through a groan of annoyance at being unable to fulfill the task of hilting himself inside Derpy’s rear end.

While Derpy certainly doesn’t mind the rough pounding her irresistible behind is taking, she doesn’t much care for the feeling of the rest of her body pushed down into the hardwood floor and her face squishing against the floorboards. Feeling uncomfortable, she ekes out a complaint in her still rather innocent tone.

“Uhh, it’s getting kinda late, I really have to- GO!”

Derpy’s words are punctuated with a loud slapping noise as AJ brings a hoof down over her gray-coated flank and leaves a large red mark in its wake. Trying to calm her after the sudden sting, AJ rubs her hoof over the smooth fur gently and coos in her sweetest voice.

“Not so fast, Sugarcube. Just let us enjoy your bottom just a lil’ while longer.”

A little while longer comes faster than either of them could have anticipated. Big Macintosh feels Derpy’s body clinging to him and begins to squeeze, drawing him closer to climax without giving him a chance to please her. The sudden tightness causes him to rear backwards, leaving Derpy free to move until he thrusts his hindquarters forward and dumps his entire sticky load inside her ass.

The gray pegasus pouts adorably and waits for Big Macintosh to finish whatever he’s doing. The mare fails to notice the growing heat inside her bottom even as the thick semen fills her to the absolute brim. Her bottom, however, seems to revel in the sensation, voraciously sucking in every last drop the stud can offer.

Unable to handle the force of his own orgasm, Big Mac falls backwards and lands with a loud thud onto the floorboards, the rest of his release spewing out over himself and leaving a nasty mess of a stallion. With his sharp pants ceasing, the dizziness overwhelms him and he lets out one last, quiet remark before falling unconscious.

“That... plot...”

Applejack chuckles at her brother’s weakness, but can’t fault him for enjoying Derpy’s amazing “plot,” as he called it. The orange farmer pony moves close to admire the sight of those mesmerizing bubbles once more, complimenting the impressive behind in her still dream-like tone.

“Not just any plot, Bg Mac. Derpy’s got the best plot in all of Equestria!”

Derpy struggles to stand up straight, feeling a weakness in her legs and something sticky dripping from her nethers all the while. She turns to look back at AJ, forgetting the comatose Big Mac, and questions her.

“Why do you say stuff like that?”

The poor pegasus pony seems positively perplexed by the events that have unfolded today, and rightfully so. Her friend Pinkie had cleaned her no-no zone, her friend Applejack was acting weirder than she was at Applebuck Season, and Big Mac had her pinned to the ground for the past 5 minutes for no reason! Times sure are tough for Derpy, but Applejack explains herself through a smug grin and closed eyes.

“Only on account of it being true. Ah don't really know why, Ah just know ah can't look away after laying eyes on such a mighty fine behind like yours. Speaking of which, Ah think ah could use a round of seconds of that perfect little pussy, Derp-”

Applejack stops when she opens her eyes and finds Derpy has flown away, leaving nothing but an empty space in front of her. Shaking off the strange fog covering her mind, she looks around to find a hole in her floorboards and questions herself.

“What the? What am I doing out here so late?”

Turning to her side, she sees Big Mac on his back, snoring with his chest covered in semen and his horsecock out in the open. Leaping backwards in surprise, Applejack exclaims with eyes full of fear of what could have happened.

“Oh no, not again!”

This strange scene leaves Rainbow Dash with her mouth agape, watching from her secret cloud and wondering what in the world she just witnessed. Thinking aloud, she ponders as she watches Derpy fly off to her own home in Cloudsdale.

“Something about Derpy’s... flanks? I have got to get to the bottom of this. Hopefully before the author can make another butt pun.”

With that cheap joke out of the way, Rainbow Dash abandons her cloud and flies after the gray pegasus, hoping to find out the truth.

The truth about Derpy’s plot.