Applejack’s Absurd & Awesome Alliterative Adult Adventures from Beyond the Orb World
By B♭13
Applejack got off the train to visit her relatives in Appaloosa. She sensed something was not quite right in the air, but did not question it, since she was so close to her destination that nothing important would come along in the interim.
She was correct in her assumption of nothing interesting happening between her current location and her destination and soon trotted off the Ponyville Express to greet Braeburn. Braeburn was wearing his usual brown vest and chewing on the end of a piece of straw. Whether he or Big Mac picked up that habit first was not her concern, although she suspected Big Mac picked it up from Braeburn, since he would have learned it from his family more readily as a frontier custom. AJ decided to greet him in her traditional manner. She trotted up to him and then made herself small and reached her head forward. He was unprepared for such a greeting, so she got up and said hello.
They trotted over to the porch of his house, talking about recent events. Twilight being one of those alicorns was not surprising. After all, unicorns can cast levitation spells, although synthesizing wings was much less tiring, so her getting permanent real wings was no surprise. Watching her fumble around a bit was amusing when she first got her wings. The small talk quickly got boring, so Applejack stealthily moved behind Braeburn and raised a hoof to his perineum. She felt his muscles contract rapidly and the area begin to warm from increased blood flow and decided to give him a proper greeting.
“Hello, B!” she said after making her way around to face him. “How’s it hanging?” she asked as she hung her hat on top of his and lowered her head and shoulders. Leaning forward, she inched closer and closer to her target until she felt contact. There it was: her tongue licking the flared tip of Braeburn’s dick.
“Oh yeah/go team,” announced Braeburn as he felt the pleasant sensations down below. AJ inched forward to give his appendage the full measure of her mouth and then started rocking her muzzle back and forth. She enjoyed the sensation of something other than a carrot in her mouth and his body heat was very relaxing. Not too long after she started, she felt the first pulses as he started his orgasm. Three pulses later, she tasted his warm, cidery milk and finally felt her greeting complete.
AJ got out from under her cousin and then blinked a few times to reset her vision. Something was seriously wrong. She was standing in a large void with cubic geometry. Braeburn was still in front of her, his eyes not yet opened again to be confused.
“Braeburn! Look! I’m in some weird cube world!” she implored, trying to discover what had happened.
“That’s great, AJ,” he replied, not wanting to disturb the spell of his orgasm.
“I think you must have had some spiked cider or some—”
“HOLYSHITE! Where are we? Why is everything Oh symmetrical? What’s going on?”
“I told you we were in some weird place”
“Hello and welcome travellers,” an unfamiliar voice proclaimed, “I am the ghost of Steve Jobs, founder of the Apple Clan.” A white boxy pony, large as a house drifted upwards. When he was silent, he chirped like a content cat.
“Excuse me, sir, mind informing us of our location?” AJ took lead in trying to get back to Equestria.
“You are in The End. Your friends have been here, but all got back safely. Fluttershy got Spike his dragon egg from here a while back and Twilight had fun learning princess things recently,” replied the ghost.
“Do you mind telling us what is going on?” Braeburn was more curious about exploring the new land.
“I have no idea,” replied the ghost, “I do see I’ve been written as a ghost. Really, I am aghast,” he said as he shot a fireball off to the distance.
“How do we return?” asked the practical-minded Applejack.
“And spoil all the fun?” Braeburn disappointedly quipped.
Ignoring the objection, the native replied, “go over there, following my next fireball,” the he blew a fireball off toward the glass sphere—a sphere with Oh symmetry, not C∞.
Ignoring the pointless discourse on point group symmetry, the cousins ventured effortlessly through the void, propelling themselves on thought alone, following the shortest path, a straight line, to their destination. When there, they noted there were a large community of those ghasts who seemingly enjoyed trying to hit a pack of TNT. They both aimed themselves toward solid ground, since they could gallop faster than this floating could allow. On the ground running, they left the giant glass sphere behind as the centre detonated, showering them with some music discs. Dodging the gaze of watchful enderponies, they made it to a station and set up camp. However, AJ spooked at the thought of living there.
Thinking quickly, Applejack decided on the most logical thing to do in such a situation. OK, it was not the most logical thing, or even a sensible thing, but when nothing is logical, everything is. She pounced under Braeburn’s beck, bucking him onto his back with her head. Now that she was in control, she took the opportunity to pin him to the ground and lower her muzzle onto the top button of his vest, where she paused to breathe. Her warm breath slightly aroused Braeburn, putting him right where AJ intended. She lowered her muzzle further, using her teeth carefully to undo the buttons on the vest. However, she was not careful about accidentally letting her tongue lick his slightly damp fur. She needed the salt and the leathery taste was not something she got to experience every day.
Braeburn recovered from being stunned by this attack, yet he was not recovered for long, as he felt the blood drain from his head. Little of his sensible mind was left as he saw Applejack turn around over him as he tried to right himself. He was presented with a view of her marehood before she turned around and resumed pinning him. She nibbled down his chest, further furling his excitement, making him arch his back to move the tip of his pride toward his cousin’s mouth.
“Yummy slurpy,” Applejack declared before taking her tongue to his tip.
Braeburn was enthralled at how good she was with that. He thought of her and trying to return the favour and practice for other mares. His thoughts, “you’re the mare I really want,” translated into the words, “I want to taste you like yogurt.”
BOOM! BOOM!
The ground shook as they felt the impact of two far away explosions. Applejack quickly turned around, not about to deny an offer that was punctuated in such a manner, even if such punctuation was entirely coincidental. Braeburn looked up into his cousin’s exposed plot and raised a hoof to help get it wet. She lowered herself upon his hoof for greater stimulation, then made a gasp as his hoof hit her clit. She lowered herself so that their barrels were touching, and he removed his hoof and licked the insides of her thighs. Her front legs gave way, landing her on his penis. She propped herself on her forelegs to accommodate the erect stallion, and gingerly licked his tip. He responded by placing a broad, slow lick over the totality of her marehood, starting low and hitting her clit at just the right time. This caused her to take in his whole lower head into her mouth and give it and rub her tongue on its inside. He moaned into her feminine folds and rubbed her clitoris on his top row of teeth, lips out of the way. She could barely contain her excitement and let her legs give out as much as possible, letting their barrels rub together and putting her marehood firmly on Braeburn’s long face.
Braeburn was getting really into pleasing his cousin. He didn’t care that his nose was occasionally rubbing against her butt since when it did, she was more enthusiastic than normal on his member. She was on top to maintain control and not choke, but she was insistent on stretching her limits this time, not recoiling when he bucked his hips into her. Yes, she occasionally gagged, but her performance there was getting her lover to put in extra effort—rather, to refocus the cleanliness effort to pleasuring effort. AJ felt something buildin’ up that was different than normal and was even more excited to feel the sweet release of orgasm.
Suddenly, AJ felt the flat of Braeburn’s tongue against her butt and heard Braeburn gasp at how decent it tasted—rather, that it did not have a taste. The wet pressure sent waves of pleasure and relaxation through her. She was so caught up in the moment she did not notice that her bladder relaxed until Braeburn moved his head to catch her stream with the sensitive side of his neck instead of the bottom of his chin. He noted from the few drops that splashed onto his tongue that she had some orange taste along with her expected fermented apple, probably from a visit to Manehattan and the Orange family. Figuring she ought to make up for peeing on him, AJ abandoned all senses and pounced herself onto the dick enthusiastically enough that it slid right past the point where she gagged and now was deep throating her stallion. She remembered to keep trying to swallow, and it was not long before Braeburn bucked his hips one last time, making her gag for what seemed like an eternity as he filled her up with his yogurt. Applejack quickly swallowed as she moved her head off his prized part and saw she was back in Appaloosa. She was in her cousin’s bed, he having soaked the sheets with semen and her contribution smelling way too good to have been urine. When she got up, she also noted she was full—had he cum twice?
* She went there to drop off Apple Bloom to visit Babs for the summer and to learn about those newfangled financial instruments city ponies love to come up with to scam one another.
Author's Note
Geometry roughly from this video.
