Ch. 2-B P. 1: His Cider (Intro)

Sophist lifted off Big Mac jadedly and Applejack was left staring at his thick black dong. It pulsed erratically, as if impatient.

"Don't just stare at it... do something before it swells up!" Mac groaned bitterly.

Apple jack gasped. She gave a long gulp as her thoughts dulled.

"Look at the size of it... I don't know if I can take that all in." She thought hesitantly. With a coy sniff she found that it was Macintosh's musk that had left her marehood dripping. Timidly she licked the base of Macintosh's shaft.

Sophist's leftover juices tasted sweet along the cinnamon musk of her brother. He grunted stubbornly to her licks. It was torture to the rough fucking that Sophist had given. When he felt her tongue advance to the tip of his member he pumped his hips greedily, sliding the shaft further into her mouth.

Applejack's left cheek stretched with the insert of his dick, she felt her jaws loosen and her instincts take over. Her mind craved his satisfaction, and she thirsted for the taste of his sweet seed. With her desires set in, the throbbing meat all slid in but half an inch past her tongue.  A.J made her tongue saddle around his cock, and with what little dampness she had let it coat the tip of his member as she rose her head. She sucked tightly on the top and gulped down what would have been a normal stallion's load of Big Mac's pre-cum.

She blushed hotly as she drank his sweet nectar, stroking her hooves along his shaft’s base, as it pulsed once graciously with more pre-cum. Applejack moaned in discomfort as the pre-cum rushed passed her lips and down her chin. Big Mac lunged once more forcing his dick deeper until it patted her throat. She coughed the pooling pre-cum like a spit take, which helped coat the invading meat. Big Mac gritted his teeth, he couldn't be patient any longer.  His dick had swelled beyond his level of calm to mask.

A.J. felt the wind of her lungs escape her as she dropped to the floor. Sophist had disappeared since the two had joined, but that matter little to them. Applejack was more concerned over the dullness of Big Mac's eyes. It was as if he was lost in his darker needs. With a blink of his eyes his round irises disappeared in an iridescent sea of reds and ambers. He had Nymphequi eyes... but how? He rose from his haybale bed, looking to A.J. he said.

"I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me."

or

"Enough waiting, I need to fuck somepony!"