A Clopomedy by KiltedKey

This barn was once innocent.

It was once used for morally pure activities, such as moonshining, drunken hoedowns, and storing hay. It had been corrupted by Applejack and Rainbow, who had decided to have sex in it from time to time. Applejack happened to have been the co-owner of said barn, so it was legally her right to have sex there anyways.

They had decided to enjoy the pleasures of their flesh once again, as they had for months on end. The barn happened to have been the nearest place to buck in.

But it had… guests, today, and their curiosity would be their sticky downfall.

Or upfall, with enough pelvic pressure.

The following story contains - or will soon contain/splatter profusely - futas, bukkake, creampies, anal, oral, vaginal, D/S, improper use of magic, an extremely excessive amount of foal batter, reasons why friendship is magic, reasons why you don't buck with Twilight, and reasons why sex is fantastic therapy for PTSD from saving the world too many times.

For Jake The Army Guy, Skeeter The Lurker, and people who are perversely awesome.