Rift

Morning always came too quickly. Only one more dream, it seemed, before 'that' one. Before all the curiosity would pay off, and the late-night Skype chats with a friend on how to break through into the world of lucid dreaming would come to fruition. Before that special moment between dreamer and the pony of one's desire. But consciousness would have nothing of that, no - always seeming to drag the sleeper back to the drudgery of real life right before it seemed as though success was at hand.

Anon stared at the light streaming through the nearby window, seeming to taunt him. A little more sleep and THIS time, surely! But alas, it was time to begin the day, another day of thinking about the mare of his dreams - and delving further into the realm of tulpae and dreams and astral planes and all sorts of fanciful notions, in hopes of crossing paths with the pony he desired.

With resignation, he shuffled out of bed and trudged out of his room, heading for whichever part of the house held the next activity on the non-existent schedule. The day dragged on, like every midsummer day seemed to, with bits of art here and there and browsing the Internet.

In the midst of this browsing, Anon happened upon a peculiar site whilst searching for yet more details on dreaming and ponies. The font was difficult to read and the page address virtually nonsensical, but through a bit of focus, he was able to read the words on the page aloud, out of curiosity and boredom. The words made little sense and were not easy to pronounce, and seemed to be somehow relevant to the subject of lucid dreaming. He closed the tab and headed over to a site offering pictures of ponies in positively perverted positions for a bit, then got to thinking about the odd page. Something drew him back to it, seemingly. But in an attempt to re-load the page, he was faced with a puzzling scenario: The page did not exist, nor did it appear to have ever existed. It was not in his browsing history and there were no references to such a page extant anywhere.

And yet, the words still echoed in his head.

By late evening, something seemed a bit different. Though impossible to explain, everyone knows that one can often 'feel' that something is off. But by nightfall, the situation seemed to escalate, and very strange things began to occur. Anon felt as though his thoughts had begin to  take on a new dimension; more a moving picture than just an internal slideshow, more of a chorus than an internal monologue. His imagination nearly lept out of his mind into the room, as if by a projector. Many thoughts and ideas seemed to collide, presenting a puzzling and canorous sensation of dreaming many things at once. Time started to flow in a highly unconventional manner. And above all the clamor, a voice, feminine and somehow familiar, gently commanded him to do one thing.

Sleep. Just sleep.

While sleeping in the midst of such mental turmoil seemed impossible, by the time he laid down, it seemed as though he was already half-dreaming. Not half-asleep, the common sensation, but rather halfway in the world of dreams while being quite clearly awake and aware.

And then, the awakening. The awakening to the great vastness beyond.

It would be impossible to put into words the feeling of what was occurring, but suffice to say the transition between the waking world and the astral plane was jarring and unexpected. All the chaos stopped, except for the ethereal feeling of being deep within a dream. Within moments, Anon found himself waking up in a seemingly endless field, with scattered trees. Bizarrely, it was a rather two-dimensional landscape with only sporadic details. It looked familiar. But... it didn't look real. Everything looked animated and far too vibrant to be an actual existing place. Confused, Anon stretched out his hoof to feel...

"Hoof?"

Taken aback, Anon nearly tumbled backwards, and wound up lying in an amusingly tangled mess of limbs, limbs that belonged, suddenly, not to a human, but to a pony.

With this realization, amidst the utter shock, a vision came to him - a reflection, of himself in his current state, as if the very realm wished for him to behold his new visage. Before him stood a light blue-green stallion, with shimmering turquoise eyes, a long blue mane, and three leaves as a cutie mark.

"... but... how could I be... am I... am I Gale?"

"Ah! I cain't believe mah eyes!"

A very familiar voice shook him out of his trance, only to produce an even deeper shock when he realised that the voice belonged to the very mare of his affections.

"App... Applejack?!"

"Gale! Or Anon! Or whichever ya prefer, really! I've waited so long for this moment!"

The orange mare cantered toward him, her blonde locks flowing freely in the breeze, and soon arrived at the hooves of the dumbfounded stallion still sprawled on the ground.

"Haha, tongue-tied an' tied up, what a way to make an entrance!"

"Is it really you? Am I... am I dreaming? How did..."

"Ah really don't know how all this happened. To be honest I'd always figured you'd just been a dream of mine, every night, but here ya sit, right in front of me, for real!"

"Is... is this... dreaming?"

"Ah don't know, but I DO know that we're finally together!"

The mare wrapped her forelegs around the helpless stallion and drew his head to hers. She initiated a kiss so forceful that her tongue found its mark before he could even react. As if the act was meant to be, his mouth instantly received the intruder, and his tongue returned the favor. The sweet taste of apples overwhelmed his senses.

Anon took a pause. Whose dream WAS this? Is it that his longing and attempts to create a lucid dream had resulted in a very vivid and vibrant dream with Applejack, or was something even more bizarre afoot? Was this even a dream at all?

Suddenly, yet at the same time almost imperceptibly, the landscape shifted from endless plains to a poorly lit bedroom. It seemed like a natural shift to fit the mood.

"Applejack, I..."

"Cut the chatter, pardner, ah KNOW what we're here for."

Applejack gave Gale a sly nod.

Is she? Oh god, does she really mean...?

"Ah've been dreamin' the same thing for a good while now, an' ah'm so ready for this that ah'm gonna have to get right to the point."

As Gale laid there speechless, Applejack focused her sights on one particular part of the stallion's anatomy. A part that had taken notice of the mare's insinuations. A part that had begin to rise to the occasion. Applejack liked what she saw.

"Now that's what ah'm talkin' about!"

Gale's face blushed a bright red as his member unsheathed itself on its own, slowly engorging as his mind ran through the scenarios likely about to play out with the gorgeous mare in front of him. Applejack licked her lips in anticipation.

"Here, lemme give ya a boost!"

She swing her hips around in one swift motion, and pushed back. Gale's eyes went wide. There, inches in front of his face, was Applejack's dripping marehood, wildly winking and virtually begging for his cock. Above her perfect lower lips sat a perfectly puckered anus, revealed by her tail thrown so far to the side that it almost laid over her back. She squatted lower to reinforce her stance. This was one filly who needed to be filled.

Gale's penis snapped quickly to its impressive full length, swollen in preparation for the savory acts ahead. He was still utterly speechless - and in the face of a situation he had dreamed of! Yet things were happening so quickly that there was scarcely time to consider what he was about to do.

"Well if yer gonna just sit there with yer jaw wide open, I figure I oughta join ya!"

With that, the hungry mare turned and faced his crotch, opening her mouth. Gale gasped as she began to do exactly what she has insinuated. She took nearly his whole member into her mouth in one quick motion, the heat of her throat an almost indescribable pleasure. Gale moaned in ecstasy.

"Shlw dhwn thr, hm juth ghtn strtd!"

"Ahh... ahh... talking with your mouth... ahh! full I see??"

Applejack's control with her tongue and throat made Gale wonder if she was a licensed professional for this particular act, but doubted any reputable organization would grant a license for this activity. Nevertheless, the mare varied her excellent control with bobbing motions, providing incredibly intense sensations that were quickly leading Gale towards his climax.

"Ahhh!! Slow down Apple-ahh!!"

The mare showed no signs of slowing.

"I'm gonna... AHH!"

With a wave of pure euphoria, Gale shot his seed deeply into his beloved mare's throat, pumping what felt like gallons of the hot, sticky substance from deep within. Applejack swallowed about half of his load before suddenly rearing back and letting his still-orgasming penis pop free of her throat. Messy strands of semen landed all over her face and the ground below.

Gale collapsed on the ground in bliss. Applejack smiled warmly and licked her face clean the best she could.

"An' THAT's how it's done."

Gale had no idea how much more was still to come. And come, and come again. For the night was just beginning.

"Ah've done all the work 'till now," Applejack said after a few moments contemplation, "so ah'd like to see you take over fer a bit."

She motioned Gale to get up. On very shaky legs, he did so, only to find that standing on all fours was actually very easy - almost like, again, it was meant to be, and a natural thing.

"All righty. Ya see, ah wantcha to play dentist." Applejack batted her eyes and let them lay half-closed, in a sultry position. "Ah have a cavity, ya see..." She swung her hips around again and virtually smashed her ass into his chest, her vaginal secretions wetting his fur "... and I need ya to fill it."

Gale needed little encouragement to do so. With one mighty rear, he threw himself over Applejack's rump. Her tail began wildly flailing at the sensation of her stallion mounting her.

After a moment of reflection, Gale nervously shifted his hips forward, prodding with his rock-hard member, trying to line up the point of entry. Pressing gently against her nethers, he poked around trying to find her vagina. His inexperience at lining up for such an act in an equine form caused both to blush as he poked her toned hips more than once, and even nearly anally penetrated the horny mare once.

Heh. Maybe later, maaaybe later...

After a search mission and some assistance from the mare below him, his tip found an unusually warm and sopping wet, velvety slit, with a clitoris just below eagerly beckoning him to extend his welcome into her chambers. Slowly and carefully, he pushed his impatient stallionhood against her lower lips, parting her folds. The tip entered her steaming tunnel, quickly finding the fit extremely tight. Either her extremely fit condition had kept her vagina tight or his penis was much larger than a normal stallion's - at this point it mattered little.

With a grunt and a careful application of pressure, he pushed a little more in. Both panted and moaned in delight, as the tightness enveloped their senses with only the very end of his shaft in her. He withdrew slightly so that the tip of his penis lay just inside her vagina, her winking clitoris just below flashing against the underside of his shaft. With a heave, he pushed hard into her again, burying his stallionhood halfway deep into her. He collapsed onto her shaking back with a groan of pleasure.

"Ahhh! Ahhh... ahh... d... deeper, pardner! I wanna... ahh... feel yer whole length inside me!"

Sweating and trembling, he shifted his weight onto his back legs and pulled out slightly to give himself more room and momentum to thrust deeper. Then, with a mighty shove, he buried himself deep within her. His balls rested against her flank as his entire dick stretched her walls further than they had ever experienced, and his tip pressed against her cervix. His massive girth caused Applejack to shudder and shake below him, the mare in slight pain but complete nirvana - the moment she had dreamed of finally coming to be.

Gale's dream had come true too, of course, in grand fashion: Tender moments with Applejack, and his massive girth penetrating his favorite pony's pussy. The simpler things in life, really. But oh, what a sensation! Her steaming cavernous walls, slick with natural lubricating fluids, enclosing his penis in a vicegrip of incredible sensation. How he wished this moment could last!

Suddenly, he pulled his penis back, nearly out, eliciting a groan from Applejack. But he slammed forward immediately, with such force that his balls made a sloppy slapping noise against her flanks, dripping with secretions and sweat. Both ponies gasped. Then he pulled back again, and pushed into her once more, beginning a steady rhythm, pumping in and out; filling her over and over with his stallionhood. Both minds were lost to passion, giving into primal urges and lust - nothing but the sensations of filling, and being filled, over and over again.

Though the constant thrusting had loosened her incredibly tight walls slightly, the constriction had nonetheless rapidly brought both ponies to near their peak - and it was Applejack who first fell into the throes of orgasm.

"AHHH! AH'M-AHHHH!!! AHH!!"

With a splash, gushers of fluid spewed past Gale's penis as it increased its rhythm into the orgasming mare. Her juices quickly put further pressure on his member, not to mention making her inner walls so slick that he thought he would break his back thrusting so rapidly into her, rapidly drawing him to a climax as well.

"AHHH!! APPLEJA--AHH!"

With a mighty spasm, his penis began pumping massive volumes of cum deep into his lover, filling her with his seed. Their juices mixed and nearly shoved his penis out of her, as the slick and fluid-filled tunnel further loaded with semen and her fluids. Both ponies nearly collapsed as their spasms drained all their energy - Gale's penis slid out of Applejack's vagina as ejaculation began to subside, a waterfall of love fluids spilling out of her well-worn tunnel onto the ground. Everything was a mess. A beautiful mess!

Shortly, both ponies dropped to their haunches and just stared into the other's eyes, panting and heaving, their faces beet red at the act they had committed.

"I... I think I... love y-" both ponies exclaimed at once, their timing shocking both.

"Ah can't believe ah'm - ah can't... Ahhhhh!" Applejack threw herself at Gale, again embracing him in a kiss befitting the bold and energetic mare, their eyes closing in passion and a whirlwind of emotion.