Slave and Master
Slave and Master
Applejack lifted her rear into the air, blushing. She hated this part, displaying herself. Fancy Pants wouldn't have it any other way, though. For a fancy-shmancy proper pony the mustached gentlecolt liked acts of depravity even a whore would blush at, or so Cherry Jubilee had told her. And Applejack was certainly no whore! She simply needed... assistance in the
financial department.
"Hmm, yes," said the suited stallion. "That is quite the remarkable derriere."
Applejack almost giggled even at a time like this. He had asked her to wear nothing but insisted on wearing his full suit and had even dressed up his language. "Ye'd think ye could let loose with the tongue a’bit," she said. "What with the thing we're about to do’n’all."
"Hmm? Did you say something, slave?" He gave a small jerk on the leash in his hoof, choking Applejack ever so slightly.
The remark bit at Applejack's conscience. She didn't have to go through with this. She could up and walk away at any moment, and she would do if he didn't keep the slave play light like he had promised!
Fancy Pants poked the mare's rump, pushing her back slightly. He pulled the leash and poked harder until she resisted. He smiled. Placing the leash in his mouth, he stood on his hind legs and placed the other hoof on the farmer pony's rump to further appreciate it. He himself scorned physical labor, but damned if it didn't sculpt a mare's body to perfection. Applejack was no exception and he had had his eyes on her since he first saw her. Having her here before him was quite literally a dream come true, and he leaned forward, sniffing deeply at her scent and her rubbed his hooves over the finely-toned derriere.
"You're quite the hard working pony aren't you?” he said. “You like spending your days in the field, mucking about through dirt and getting all sweaty, don’t you?” Applejack rolled her eyes. “Well, answer me, slave!" He pulled back on the leash and delighted in Applejack's reaction. The fighters were always the best.
"Yes, master," said Applejack through gritted teeth.
"Yes what?" he asked, then tugged on the leash again. "And answer properly. You live to please me."
Applejack relaxed against every instinct and said, "I like mucking about in the mud and getting all sweaty." Fancy Pants cooed and continued rubbing Applejack's plot. He must be one of them ass people. Applejack didn't understand ass people, preferring to get straight to business. Nothing got her wet quicker than a stallion's shaft poking at her cooter.
Fancy Pants felt the cold wind on his shaft as it started to rise out of his sheath. The air brought with it the scent of the apple orchard they stood in. Fancy Pants couldn't help but look around at the trees, desperately hoping someone would stumble upon them and watch from behind one of the massive flora. He soon turned his attention back to the delicious rump before him though, and he gave it a good squeeze and another deep sniff. There it was, the scent her had missed in his previous sniff. The remnant of sweat from her working shift earlier in the day. His member twitched below him. Next time, and he would do whatever it took to make sure there was a next time, he’d make sure to have her run around and work up a sweat before beginning.
Applejack sighed slightly, not wanting to upset the particular stallion with his hooves on her rump. He was in the perfect mounting position but sure took his time about it and she started to grow bored. She looked under her then, to see how he was doing, and was pleased to see his dick starting to firm up. She felt her body tense in anticipation as she watched the large, lewd stick continue to grow until it stood firm beneath Fancy Pants. Applejack felt a longing in her nethers, like she wanted to hug somepony, or more specifically, to hug that pony's dick with her pussy.
"Down, mare," said Fancy Pants. "I want your face buried in the grass while I rut you like the rough and delinquent harlot you are.”
Applejack smiled on the inside as she pressed her face into the prickly grass, swaying her hips side to side to tease the stallion. At least she could hide her blush while buried in the ground, and the lust within her was starting to overpower her humiliation. She halted when he gave her a smack.
"You want it, don’t you?" he asked. "Then beg me for it. Beg master for his love muscle."
"Ah want yer cock, master," said Applejack. Fancy Pants jerked hard on the leash and spanked the mare hard. Applejack nearly bucked the stallion then and there, but the thought of the farm closing and poor Applebloom without a place to stay was unbearable. She bit her tongue and growled.
"Watch your tongue, or I'll have you put it to better use. Now, say it as I told you to." He gave a sharp tug on the leash. “And stop that growling! You’re not a dog.”
"Please master, I beg you, let me have a taste of your love muscle," said Applejack, trying hard to smooth out her accent. Pfft, love muscle. A cock was a cock, no matter what fancy words you covered it in.
Fancy Pants stepped forward and pressed the tip of his glans against the naughty mare's entrance. His head tip poked between her folds, nudging her insides in the most teasing way. He could read the frustration in her body language, the way she wiggle back and forth, the way she tried to press backward against the hooves on her rump, the trail of love lotion running down her leg. She wanted his tool and she wanted it bad. Pressing forward, he let his tip enter along with the first inch of his shaft before pulling out. Applejack followed him back, desperate to keep the instrument inside her until he pressed firmly on her rump with his hooves.
He teased her for minutes, each time going in just as far, tensing his body as if he would go further, and then pulling out. Her begging had been pathetic, so he would have to make her truly beg. Even if it meant a little coarse language. He waited, never letting up on the teasing. He would wait until she broke.
Fancy Pants' teasing made a flurry of Applejack's emotions. She was angry at being played with, and humiliated at how angry she got. He wanted both reactions from her, and she was giving them to him like it was her first fuck.
"Ffmphme," she mumbled.
"What was that?" asked Fancy Pants. "Lift your head up when you speak to master."
Applejack lifted her head and shouted, "Fuck me you hoity-toity bastard, or are you not stallion enough!?"
Fancy Pants assaulted her on three fronts, seriously angry. First he rammed his cock down her to the base, filling Applejack's pussy with his impressive girth in a single thrust. The longing in Applejack exploded into a fountain of pleasure that started to flow through her body. At the same time, he jerked up on the leash, choking her and pulled her back into him. She felt his balls slap her clit and his stomach pressed against the dock of her tail. With the stallion buried so deep, she hardly registered the slew of spanks he rained on her cutie mark.
"How dare you speak to me so!" he shouted around the leash in his mouth. "You will be spanked throughout the rutting for such insults!" Praise Celestia! This is exactly what I wanted! Fancy Pants pulled out and barreled deep into the orange mare again and again, lust driving him wild, and true anger fueling the lust. Applejack was every bit of the resisting slave he wanted.
His head stretched Applejack's tunnel wide, running over her ridges, electrifying the stallion's tip while it sent shudders through the farm mare’s lower body. She seemed ready to fall beneath his onslaught. He pressed in and out, wanting more and more. The sensual walls clinging to his shaft as he pulled back created a tingling at the base of his shaft. He pressed on rapidly, yearning for release as the tingling at the base of his shaft spread to his extremities, tickling his hooves. Semen gushed from his member as he buried himself all the way in Applejack's sweet embrace, filling her womb with seed. The orgasm drained his strength and he collapsed on the mare's back, letting it play out.
Applejack gritted her teeth as he face was pressed into the dirt by Fancy Pants' weight. He hadn't gone nearly long enough to get her off, in fact he was the quickest cummer she had ever been with. Her pussy burned for more and she wanted to cry out as she felt the pressure inside fall as Fancy Pants lost his erection. While he lacked in stamina, he had his high points. Applejack could safely say she had never had a better fuck, short as it was, and her pussy was drenched in cum. That alone kept the fire burning within as Fancy Pants' now flaccid dick slipped out of her, though the aching need to be filled returned. Her face in the earth and her ass in the air kept the cum inside though, and she was glad for that. Now if only he’d hurry n'leave. I need t’cum..
Fancy Pants planted his hooves on Applejack's plump bottom and hoisted himself up and off. He ran his hooves along her flank some more before turning away. "You were alright," he said, then gave a slight pull of the leash. "However, I expect more obedience next time."
“Yes, master,” said Applejack. Fancy Pants trotted off without looking back or replying and Applejack leaned against the nearest tree. She thrust a desperate hoof down to her burning cunt and ran it over her slit vigorously, pleasure flaring up as her and Fancy Pants' cum covered her hoof. It wasn't enough though. It seemed like nothing would ever be enough to make up for the lack of Fancy Pants’ massive cock. Applejack turned around and stood up, leaning her back against the tree, leaving her forehooves free to bury between her legs. Bringing the second hoof down with a squeal to her clit, she rubbed around it in circles after wetting the hoof in the mixture of juices flowing out and down her legs. Applejack imagined Fancy Pants' thick cock continuing to slide in and out of her as she cried out.
Fire and lightning raced through her veins as an orgasm shook her. Her legs gave out beneath her and she slumped, her back scrapping against the bark of the tree before she landed on her ass, her hooves working in a frantic blur as she rode out her orgasm. What remained of Fancy Pants' cum was forced out by a spurt of her own, then another, as Applejack’s once in a lifetime orgasm rocked her body. Over time the orange mare slowed her hooves, the fire in her veins cooled, and the lightning crackled less often. Slower and slower until she was an exhausted mess leaning against the tree, panting. Down from the ecstatic high of her orgasm, humiliation crept into her, but she pushed it aside. It was over and down with, her money in hoof and the stallion's reputable promise to keep it secret enough to let her push it behind her. At least until next time.
Author's Note
I left the story open ended just in case I ever decided to go back. I probably won't, though, because my other works are more important to me and this was just something written on a whim. Of course, if interest is high enough, I will continue no matter what.
