Author's Note

I haven't published anything in ages, so today seems to be an appropriate date to change that...

Merry XXXmas!

Day 7

At long last, Applejack finally spotted the familiar thatched roofs nearing the edge of the Everfree Forest. It had already been days since she’d left, with the return trip taking quite a bit longer than it should have. Skipping, as it turned out, wasn’t quite as fast as running like all Tartarus was loose… With the desert that far away from Ponyville, Applejack had found herself unable to come back to Sweet Apple Acres before sunset. All the frolicking around hadn’t helped, either… On the plus side, the farm mare had had a very pleasant trip, deeply appreciating every detail on the way, from the grandest landscape to the tiniest flower.

And so, it was after a night under princess Luna’s stars (and a particularly pleasant dream where she could have sworn she spotted said princess with a rather red face) that Applejack reached the edge of Ponyville. The day had already started in earnest, with ponies mulling about their own business as usual. A few of them waved and greeted AJ on her way, and she did so in return. One or two looked a bit surprised to see her bouncing around on light hooves, something that they more used to from Pinkie Pie than her, but they quickly shrugged that off. It was a really nice day after all and everypony was feeling in a merry mood.

Applejack skipped her way to Sweet Apple Acres, the familiar scents of dirt and apples further widening the smile that had been stuck on her muzzle for more than a day. She even began humming a whimsy tune as she covered the last of the distance, finally stopping in front of the family house. She took a deep breath, then exhaled it in a long, contented sigh, reveling in the unique Sweet Apple air that she had missed for the last few days.

Applejack adjusted her hat, opened the door, stepped inside and called in a sing-song voice: “Mornin’, y’all! Ah’m home!”

“Applejack?” an old voice asked back from the living room. “Is that you?”

“It is, Granny,” Applejack answered. She followed the voice and quickly found the aging mare in her rocking chair, knitting what looked like the beginning of a scarf. She walked to her grandmother and wrapped her in a gentle hug. “How are you doin’?” she asked after letting her go.

“Me? Ah’m dandy as a pig on a rainy day.” Granny Smith waved a hoof. “Don’t you worry none ‘bout these old bones. How are you doin’, child? You’re brother said you weren’t feelin’ yourself when you left… Ah was gettin’ worried.”

“Oh! Ah’m sorry, Granny,” Applejack said, her smile faltering a bit. “Ah shouldn’t have left like that… Ah was just… yeah, not feelin’ mahself at all, Ah guess. But Ah’m fine now! Ah feel better than ever, even.”

“Well, ain’t Ah glad to hear that,” Granny answered with a smile of her own. “Everypony needs some time off now and then, Ah s'pose.”

“Thanks, Granny! Ah guess Ah’ll get back to work now, can’t let Big Mac take care of everythin’ on his own, right?”

Granny nodded in answer and, after one last nuzzle, Applejack made a quick stop by her room to drop her camping equipment, then headed out into the farm. As usual, the big red pony was easy to spot in the overall greenness. Applejack headed in his direction, her walk unconsciously turning into a skip. Big Mac was plowing the north field, reaching the end of a line just as Applejack was approaching. When he stopped to breathe for a minute, she called out to him.

“Howdy, big brother! Ah’m back!”

He turned his head and gave her one of his broad, gentle smiles before simply answering “eeyup.”

“Are you alright?” Applejack asked with a smile of her own.

“Eeyup.”

“How about the farm? Did you manage without me?”

“Eeyup.”

“Heh. You’re gonna make me feel bad, like Ah don’t pull mah own weight around here,” Applejack said, lightly poking her brother in the chest.

“To be fair,” a masculine voice said from behind her, “he had some assistance.”

Applejack turned around and saw a chocolate-colored stallion approaching, with a bag of seed on his back and a wild blonde mane on his head. Although she recognized the guitar cutie mark instantly, it still took Applejack a few seconds to process his sudden appearance.

“Well howdy, Meadow Song!” she finally said with a smile. “Big Mac recruited you to do farm work?”

“Yep! He said you had to leave in a hurry…” Meadow grabbed the bag and dropped it to the ground near the plowed dirt. “Didn’t say what had your tail in such a tangle, though.”

“Oh well, it was… uh…” The mare could almost see her own face turning bright red by the second. “N– Nothin’, really!”

“Nothin’…” Meadow repeated slowly. “Huh…”

Applejack felt a bead of sweat pearling on her brow, slowly sliding down her muzzle and tickling her on its way. Her eyes darted left and right, looking for anything that could pull her out of the scrutinizing gaze of her cousin’s boyfriend. Thankfully, a bright red bow suddenly appeared like a beacon in a storm, along with the yellow filly below it.

“Apple Bloom!” Applejack called out, her voice sounding completely natural and not relieved at all. “Hi there Apple Bloom! How you doin’ little sis?”

Apple Bloom literally threw herself in her big sister’s waiting arms. “Applejack! You’re back! Where have you been?”

“Uh… Nowhere in particular…” Applejack saw her sister looking up at her, blinking curiously and obviously not satisfied with that explanation. Meadow Song was giving her a similar look, while Big McIntosh was doing his best to stay out of the conversation, his face slightly redder than usual…

Applejack cleared her throat and began explaining herself. “Ah… was in the desert down south. Doin’... nothin’. Just, you know... campin’. Eeyup! Just campin’ and nothin’ else at all!”

“Really?” Apple Bloom asked, one of her eyebrows raising suspiciously.

“Really,” Applejack answered with a totally not suspicious nod and a totally wholesome smile. “That’s mah story and Ah’m stickin’ to it!”

“Well, you look like you had a nice time…” Meadow said slyly. “Campin’...”

Applejack swallowed what felt like a gumball but was nothing but her own saliva. “Heh heh, yeah, yeah. Really good campin’ trip and all...”

“Why didn’t you take me with you?” Apple Bloom whined, causing Applejack’s stomach to twist again. “You know Ah love campin’ with my big sis!”

“Ah… Huuuh… Well, Ah…” Applejack stammered desperately.

“Yeah,” Meadow added, a positively evil grin on his muzzle. “Why didn’t you take Apple Bloom with you?”

Apple Bloom and him stared at Applejack, waiting for an answer. Behind them, Big Mac shook his head in despair, eyes covered by a thick foreleg…

“Because… uhm… Big Mac needed somepony to help with the farm... while Ah was away...” She slowly answered. Sensing that her shaky explanation seemed to be accepted anyway, Applejack steeled herself and ignored the queasy feeling in her stomach. This time, she decided, the actual truth was not something her sister had to hear... “Ah didn’t know Meadow Song would be here to help,” she added, that part at least being the truth.

“Oh…” Apple Bloom seemed to consider this for a while. “Yeah, that makes sense,” she eventually said. “You’ll take me with you next time, right?”

For a few seconds, Applejack thought she was going to be sick, her mind coming up with various images of her darling little sister getting rutted by a grunting, sweating donkey. Maybe her subconscious had decided to punish her for her previous lie… In any case, it took all of her willpower to ignore that and answer: “Of course, Ah’ll be sure to take you next time,” she said as naturally as she could. Which meant with a shaky voice, awkward pauses and stumbling over half of the words.

Thankfully, Apple Bloom smiled and nodded, lifting a bit of her older sister’s uneasiness with her foalish innocence. Which, obviously, meant that Meadow Song added to it with his stallionish sleazyness…

“So, did you do nothin’ on your own or did you meet somepony to do nothin’ with?” he asked with a knowing grin. “On your campin’ trip?”

The way he said “campin’” had Applejack internally curse him and his perceptiveness. Or the fact that she was so darn easy to read herself, maybe. A lot of internal cursing happened, in any case.

“No, Ah didn’t meet any pony,” she answered, sporting a victorious smile at her own cleverness: she technically didn’t lie this time!

“Really?” Meadow seemed surprised by her answer. “I coulda sworn you had that face Fritter has when we–”

“Ahem!” Big Mac cleared his throat so loudly Granny Smith probably heard it all the way in the house. When Meadow gave him a puzzled look, he nodded at the little filly still standing in her sister’s arm.

“... do nothin’...” Meadow Song finished his sentence lamely. He smiled awkwardly under the piercing glare the big red stallion gave him. “Yep! Nothin’...”

“Definitely nothin’!” Applejack repeated.

“What are ya’ll talkin’ about?” Apple Bloom asked, looking confused.

“Nothin’!” the Applejack and Meadow answered together. An uneasy silence floated in the air for a while, until Applejack began to chuckle nervously. The two stallions joined in after a moment, all three ponies laughing while the little filly in the middle seemed absolutely lost.

“Ah don’t get it,” she muttered.

“Sorry sugarcube,” Applejack told her sister, ruffling her mane affectionately. “Now, Meadow,” she said, “why don’t you go home? Ah can take it from here.”

“Is that okay with you, boss?” he asked Big Mac, getting a firm “eeyup” for an answer. “Alright then, guess I’ll leave you alone. I got my own Apple at home, anyway,” he added with a wink. “And now that I’m done here… Well, I got nothin’ to do!”

Laughing softly on his way, he left the three siblings together, with Apple Bloom staring suspiciously at a blushing Applejack...

Meadow made his way inside the house he shared with Apple Fritter, whistling a tune that might become his next song if he could come up with some good lyrics for it.

“Is that you honey?” a sweet voice called from deeper inside their small house.

“Yep! I’m home early.”

“How come?” Fritter asked as Meadow walked towards her.

“Applejack resurfaced,” he answered, “so they didn’t need me anymore.”

Apple Fritter simply hummed to let him know she heard him. When Meadow entered the kitchen, he found her sitting in front of the counter, busily working on a large batch of her namesakes.

“Wow,” the stallion said as he saw the already impressive stack of fritters next to her. “Is that for dinner?”

“Of course not,” Fritter answered with a giggle. “The Cakes ordered more than usual. I don’t know who wants so many apple fritters, but I’m not going to turn down business from the town’s biggest bakery.”

Meadow walked behind his girlfriend, nuzzling her neck under one of the lime-colored pigtails that made her look so adorable. “You know,” he whispered, “you’d make a lot more money if you sold these yourself.”

“But then I’d have to deal with customers,” she answered. “And open a shop... And manage my stock… And deal with customers…”

“You said that one already,” Meadow told her.

“Funny that,” she said with another of her sweet giggles. “Seriously, I don’t want the headaches. I’m happy preparing whatever the Cakes can’t make themselves… Besides, if you’re worried about our finances, you could always get a job.”

“Hey! I’m a singer!”

“Okay… A real job then.”

“I’ll have you know I made five bits last week!”

“Really?” Fritter asked with a fake gasp of surprise. “Five whole bits? Oh my! Please don’t leave me for some trophy mare!”

Meadow sat down right behind her, scooching closer even as she kept kneading dough. “You’re the only trophy I want, silly,” he murmured in her ear. He wrapped his forehooves around her barrel to hold her tight and rubbed his cheek along hers, enjoying the softness of her fur. She smelled of apples and cinnamon, a scent so delicious that he couldn’t help but give her neck a little lick. Of course, the actual taste was more salty than anything, but her gasp was as sweet as it could.

“Hmm… Behave yourself,” she said softly. “I’m not done with these fritters.”

“Let me help,” he purred in her ear. “I’ll work on that Fritter…”

While she kneaded the dough on the counter, he slowly, very slowly slid his hooves down. Her ticklish belly twitched a few times as she giggled. He reached between her legs, slowly searching until he had one of her nipples beneath each of his hooves. Meadow looked over her shoulder. She had stopped moving when he reached those sensitive spots, her hooves hanging in the air above the dough. He grinned and waited for her to get back to work.

When her hooves dug into the dough, he did the same, pushing his hooves into the soft, yielding flesh of her mammaries. Apple Fritter let out a quiet “hmmm” and froze again. Meadow Song waited for her to move once more…

She pushed forward in the dough and he pushed his hooves lower, rubbing against her teats. She pulled back, then moaned just a little as he glided back up. Then she pushed forward again, then back, then forward… She drew little circles in the dough, making him go around her hardening nipples, then back to them with more back and forth motions…

After a while, Apple Fritter stopped, her breathing a bit heavier than it was a few minutes earlier. This time, though, Meadow decided to keep up his gentle rubbing, enjoying her little gasps and moans way too much to stop.

“I– I really need to finish these,” she said, fidgeting against his chest.

“I’m not stopping you,” Meadow answered mischievously.

Fritter focused back on the dough, actually kneading it this time rather than playing Meadow’s little game. Meanwhile, he kept teasing her sensitive teats and added to his assault with a barrage of light kisses along her neck. Although she was hesitant to begin with, the mare managed to concentrate enough to progress despite all his distractions.

Feeling a little disappointed that she could ignore him so easily, Meadow Song kept up with his ministrations while waiting for an opening...

It came when Fritter finished up with the dough and had to get a slice of apple. Because the bowl holding them was further away on the counter, she had to lean towards it. This meant that for a second, her hindquarters were no longer safely on the ground, leaving enough room for one of Meadow’s hooves to slide under her.

“Ah!”

For Meadow, Fritter’s cute little yelp was the sound of victory. Thanks to a little bit of luck, his hoof had found her most sensitive spot on the first try. He glided along her slit a couple of times, then retreated, moving back to her neglected nipple and allowing her to sit back down.

Apple Fritter stuck the apple slice in the batter and set aside the first fritter, ready to be fried. Her hoof reached toward the bowl. Meadow’s slid lower, getting ready to act...

She managed to stay quiet under his pleasurable attack this time, much to his dismay… but time was on his side: judging by the amount of dough left, there had to be at least two dozen more fritters to prepare.

Four fritters later and she was gasping and sighing every time his hoof flicked her clitoris. Three more and she was shaking, using her forehooves to steady herself. She had to take a pause after the next one.

“Something wrong?” Meadow teased her while playing with her teats again.

“You’re... incorrigible,” she gasped.

“What are you gonna do about it? Hmm?”

Fritter scoffed and, before he could react, reached for the bowl of apple slices and brought it closer.

“Hey!” he whined. “No fair!”

“Nopony said anything about rules,” she answered while preparing another fritter.

“Oh? Is that so?”

“Hmmm-hmm.”

Meadow could just see the edge of a smug smile on her muzzle. “Fine…” he muttered. “Then you can’t complain about this…”

He grabbed Fritter under her thighs and lifted her before she could even begin to protest. Sliding his own legs under hers, he dropped her on his lap and wrapped his hooves around her, making sure she couldn’t get away.

“Hey! What are youuuuu~” her complaint died into an airy moan as soon as Meadow’s hoof got to work on her pussy. “Ah! D– Darn it!”

“No rules, remember?” he reminded her.

“F– Fine… Ooh! B– But be gentle at least!”

Meadow Song kissed her on the cheek and slowed down his hoof, but definitely didn’t stop.

Apple Fritter focused on the baking as best as she could, each fritter taking a lot longer than it should. Meadow thought that she came one or two times, but couldn’t be certain… That mare had impressive self-control and may have managed to sneak a few orgasms by him, but just as he was thinking of getting more aggressive to break that façade down, the last of the fritters was done.

“A– All right,” she said. “Hmmm… G– Gotta cook these now… You… ooh! You have to let me go…”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” Meadow purred in her ear. “I don’t think you really want me to stop… Look.” He raised his hoof, now shiny from the wetness, the fur of his fetlock slicked out by her own juices.

“Hey! Get that away from the food!”

He chuckled and brought his hoof back to the source of all this moisture.

“Ah! Give it a rest, you horny foal!”

“Who’s horny here?” Meadow asked laughingly.

“Hng… You can pretend you’re not…” she answered between moans, “but your little friend can’t lie!”

Meadow stopped as he heard that, his penis twitching against her back and drooling with its own kind of moisture. It had been for a while now... “Little, huh?” he muttered.

“What was that?” Apple Fritter asked. “Meadow?”

“Nothing…” he told her. “It’s…nothing…”

The yellow mare turned around even as he held her until they were face to face. “Just tell me what’s bothering you,” she said in that lovely voice that had him melting down.

“It’s like you said…” he finally told her with a sigh, “I’m little.”

“Huh?” Apple Fritter tilted her head to the side, looking puzzled.

“I’ve seen other stallions…” he said. “I mean… Nopony wears pants in this town...”

“You don’t wear pants either,” Fritter answered, poking him softly on his nose.

“Well sure, but I don’t have a huge dong flopping below me every time I see a hot mare!”

Apple Fritter snickered. “I remember last winter wrap-up,” she said between giggles, “Lucky Clover was really looking forward to spring! But what’s that gotta do with you? Are you jealous?”

“Kinda,” he told her with a sigh, “I guess… You… Er... Wouldn’t you like me to have a bigger dick?”

“You’re fine as you are,” she answered. “It’s never been a problem before. What’s gotten into you all of a sudden?”

“You know that zebra who lives in the Everfree forest?” Meadow asked. “I heard some guys talking the other day, saying she can make all sorts of potions...”

“What?” she asked with a nonplussed look. “You wanna ask her if she has a dick growing potion?”

“Well… Yeah, why not?”

“Seriously? Ugh…” She had to cover her face with a hoof for a second.

“Bigger is better, right?” he asked.

“First,” Apple Fritter said, “as the one who actually had you inside of me I can tell you: you’re not that small. Second, I know that some mares dream of having a tree trunk shoved up their pussy, but I’m not one of them.” She kissed him gently before continuing. “You’re fine the way you are, so don’t go trying some crazy zebra magic, okay?”

“Okay,” Meadow answered with a smile. “Sorry… I know I’m stupid sometimes.”

“No, no… You’re always stupid,” Fritter told him with a giggle and a wink. “But I must be just as stupid ‘cause I love you anyway.”

“Heh. I love you too.” He gave her a quick peck on the forehoof and simply smiled at her.

“You know,” she said, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, “there’s something that I couldn’t do if you were hung like an elephant…”

“Oh? What’s that?”

Apple Fritter didn’t answer. She slowly lowered herself, her eyes locked onto his. She grabbed his still erect cock between her hooves and pointed it up, then opened her mouth and slid the tip of his member between her lips. Meadow felt her tongue lapping up the flat head of his penis, sending jolts of pleasure through his body every time it touched the most sensitive parts. He let out a long, shuddering moan, his eyes stuck on the ceiling for a while as he enjoyed the blowjob. She circled the edge of his glans, suckled on it, teased the underside with her tongue, every move forcing another groan of pleasure out of him. When Meadow looked down, he saw Fritter looking up. She paused for a second and gave him a wink...

Then, she slid down his cock, getting a quarter of it down her mouth. Then half of it. Meadow’s eyes widened as she teased his medial ring with her tongue, as if to let him know that she had that much horsedick in her gullet.

“Oh… Wow!” he mumbled. “That’s… Hnng! Why didn’t we try that sooner?”

Although it was muffled by the cock in her mouth, he still heard Fritter giggle. It actually sent pleasant vibrations through him.

Without warning, Apple Fritter forced her way down, wrapping three quarters of his penis in warm moisture. Meadow Song gasped, his heart beating up in his chest so hard it felt like it was going to pop out. And Fritter didn’t stop, swallowing more and more of him until, at last, she could not go further, her muzzle poking into his lower belly.

She held that position for a while, tightening her lips around his base, working her tongue and moaning, sending more vibrations into the shaft of his sensitive member while the head was being constricted in the oh-so-hot confines of her throat. Under so much stimulation, Meadow lost control of most of his muscles. He collapsed, slowing himself with shaky hooves until his back was on the floor. Somehow, Fritter followed without letting a single bit of his cock slide out of her throat.

On his back, with his legs twitching helplessly in the air from the pleasure, he watched the mare sucking his dick. She moved up along his length, all the way to the top and swirled her tongue around his head for a few seconds, then went back all the way down at once. Up and down and up and down… Meadow Song moaned all the while, submitting to the incredible sensations Fritter was giving him. He was being louder than she had ever been while he was teasing her before, but he couldn’t even bring himself to care, unable to focus on anything other than that wonderful blowjob.

“Gah! Fritter!” he shouted between his panting, “That’s so gooood!”

Apple Fritter pulled mostly out and concentrated on licking his glans like a lollipop. Not wanting to let his cock unattended, she wrapped her forehooves around it and pumped it up and down, the copious amounts of saliva coating it making her job easy. Meadow Song seemed to lose his ability to speak at that point, although he was by no means silent, between all the groans, grunts, wheezes, pants and moans. Maybe Fritter took that as encouragement, or maybe she was getting excited herself, but in any case, she picked up the pace, her tongue working furiously on the now flaring head and her hooves pumping faster and faster. Meadow neighed and bucked his hips up. Fritter responded by swallowing again the whole thing in one go.

“Gah! W– Wait!” Meadow managed to growl. “Frit! I’m g– gonna…”

His sentence remained unfinished as Fritter gave him the coup de grâce when her hooves reached his balls, kneading them gently and making them react the only way they could. The next seconds were a blur of ecstasy as he shot rope after rope of his seed down her throat as deep as could be, her lips actually touching his sheath. Only when his geyser had dried up did she stop sucking... She pulled back slowly, making him flop like fish out of water as his overloaded brain sent his muscles into random spasms.

When she was done, Apple Fritter watched him with a knowing grin, wiping her lips on the back of her hoof. “So…” she asked softly, “do you still want a monster cock?”

Meadow couldn’t answer right away, needing a moment to catch his breath, but he smiled at the lovely mare lying between his legs. A warm feeling welled up in his chest, forcing his smile even wider. When he found his speech again, it was only to tell her this: “I love you so much!”

Fritter looked surprised, but only for a second or so. She giggled, the cutest, most adorable laugh, the one sound Meadow Song could never possibly grow tired of. The mare lifted herself up, bringing her muzzle against his. “I love you too,” she whispered right before she pressed her lips against his. They closed their eyes and the world reduced itself to this kiss for a moment; nothing at all except this one gentle kiss, shared by these two ponies.

Their lips parted, but they didn’t separate any more than that, staring into each other’s eyes. Meadow brought one of his hooves up and caressed the back of her head.

“Where did you learn to do that?” he asked softly.

“A magician never reveals her tricks!” she answered with a giggle.

“One of your best disappearing acts,” Meadow chuckled.

Fritter gave him a quick peck and lifted herself up. “I still have some work to do,” she said. Meadow gave her a nod and watched his beautiful mare turn around and focus on her cooking once more.

She was certainly expecting him to stay still while she finished. Feeling quite spent, that was what he thought he would do, too, but...

The sight she was giving him -unintentionally or not- was not one he could resist for long… Slumped on the ground as he was, Meadow Song found his eyes glued to Fritter’s backside the second she had turned around. Her perfectly plump derriere jiggled with every step. Her tail swished tantalizingly, showing only a little bit of her inviting, soft pink lips at a time... Not enough to satisfy him, but too much to let him to ignore it, even for a second. Her golden fur was turning her round rump into a treasure nopony could resist. Even for someone who had seen it under every angle more than once, it was an irresistible draw, so that for Meadow, gold lust had a special meaning: that nugget was too much of a temptation for him. He got back to his hooves, driven by the overwhelming urge to plunder that booty.

Poor little, innocent Fritter did not suspect a thing, working on her baked goods and humming a joyful little tune, even as her ravenous boyfriend rose behind her back, his eyes set on her other set of goods. Or was she that innocent? Were that tail swish and that wink really nothing but a reflex? Nothing but a coincidence that happened to show him her pink clitoris? Meadow Song wondered which one of the two was the biggest tease after all… a question that was very swiftly ignored as her tail lifted up just enough for him to slip his muzzle under it. Immediately, he let his tongue out and searched for her bud.

A shudder shook Apple Fritter’s body when he found it. She let out a little squeak before she could get herself under control. “I– I’m not done working, Meadow,” she said, managing to keep her voice relatively under control.

A lewd grin appeared on the stallion’s muzzle and he leaned closer to her clit, barely brushing it with his lips. “Neither am I,” he said, his voice intentionally deep and growly, sending vibrations from Fritter’s most sensitive place straight through her spine, causing her whole body to shiver… He let out a long, deep hum and gave the engorged nub a torturously slow lick. His mare let out a shuddering sigh as he did and that one sound was all the motivation he needed. He wanted to hear a lot more of these sexy sighs. And gasps. And moans. And squeaks…

Like a pony dying of thirst, he plunged his muzzle inside that fountain, licking as deep as he could possibly reach. Apple Fritter “eeped” at his sudden change of pace, her inner walls squeezing around his tongue instantly. That lewd kiss went on for a little while, until Meadow Song pulled back and licked the outside Fritter’s vulva. Left and right, up and down, with many passes over her winking button, he covered every spot with his tongue. The mare in front of him shuddered, one of her hind hoof twitched, scraped and stomped on the ground. He dove back in, muzzle to pussy, his tongue ravaging her tender insides, then back to her lips and again...

Apple Fritter grew more and more restless with every lick. Her moans and sighs took on a more animalistic sound, almost turning into whinnies. Her whole body shook. Her tail swished left and right, held so high above Meadow’s head that it only tickled his ears. Her pussy grew wetter with every minute. It winked against his mouth with ever more insistence, squeezing his tongue and pressing her clit against him… As close as she was to lose control, overtaken by her primal instincts, Meadow Song wasn’t much better: the scent of her sweltering pussy had diffused deep into him and awakened his own instincts. Even as he kept eating her, his dick was hanging low, fully out of its sheath. Every few seconds, his muscles tightened, already beyond his control, making his member slap loudly against his belly.

He tried to keep up his mouth ministrations, but the need to get himself inside that pussy grew more and more. He tried to keep the reasonable part of his mind in control, but that battle was doomed to be lost the moment it began...

In one move, he reared up and pushed forward. A few unbearable seconds passed as the two ponies aligned themselves. They were both familiar enough with each other to know just how to position their hips so that Meadow’s penis found its target on the first try, but every moment spent with his dick not inside her vagina seemed like an eternity... In one single hip thrust, Meadow changed that. He immediately embedded himself as far as possible, Fritter’s impossibly wet channel opposing no resistance at all. Instead, it swallowed him with a greedy slurping noise.

Both ponies shared a long moan as they settled down, one within the other. Despite the urge to rut like an animal, Meadow managed to restrain himself. He savored the moment, both the wonderful feeling of this soft and slippery vagina squeezing his male part and the closeness to this mare that he loved so much. He nuzzled the side of her neck as he squeezed her sides a little more with his hooves, enjoying her heat, her scent, her softness... keeping her close and wishing he’d never have to let go…

While he was busy peppering kisses along her neckline, Apple Fritter turned her head, trying to look him in the eyes despite their position. Meadow Song took the opportunity to kiss her cheek a few times before going back to her neck.

“Meadow…” she whispered huskily. “You know that I love you…”

“Hmm-hmmm…”

“And I know you like cuddling,” she continued, “but right now, I need you to fuck me!”

He paused for a second, looking at her and blinking in surprise.

“Just do me!”

Meadow chuckled once and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “Anything you want,” he said with a smile.

He repositioned himself, nestling his head atop one of Apple Fritter’s shoulder, where he could use it as leverage. He squeezed her sides with his hooves, no longer into a gentle embrace but to get the extra grip he needed. Meadow shuffled his hind hooves to give his hips some room to work with. Fritter spread her legs into a wide, stable stance. With everything ready, he pulled out until most of his member had slid out of her, then pushed himself back inside her depths.

Meadow Song quickly found a comfortable rhythm, one he could maintain for hours. At least, if his orgasm wasn’t building up so quickly… He focused himself on his movements, doing his best to ignore the wonderful heat, the slickness, the soft embrace of her pussy squeezing his dick at the end of every thrust. This was yet another losing battle, but he powered through, intending on giving her as much as he possibly could.

Apple Fritter gasped and sighed at each movement. She became louder with every moment. She was only panting at first, then came the “oohs” and “aahs”, increasingly erratic after each thrust. A minute later, she was chanting a series of “yes” that became louder and louder, followed by a few “Celestia” that the princess might have heard all the way from her throne room. Meadow picked up the pace, using the volume of his mare as his reference as to how hard he was supposed to rut her. After that, words became increasingly difficult for Fritter. Random grunts and moans were all she could do…

A sheen of sweat built up on Meadow’s coat, droplets flying around as he put more and more energy into his thrusts. His penis was nothing but a swollen, throbbing mass of pure pleasure. He gritted his teeth, refusing to give in just yet and giving his all.

“Fuck…” Fritter managed to blurt out as he battered his hips into her butt.

He pulled out completely. His dangerously flaring tip hovered for a split second near her entrance.

“Fuck.”

He speared her completely, going sheath deep in one stroke.

“Fuck!”

Grunting through his teeth, he pulled out again...

“FUCK!”

… and thrusted back in, the lewd squishy noise barely covered by their screams of pleasure.

“FUUUURRGHHHHH!”

At that moment, Apple Fritter tipped over the edge and her long, incoherent scream was accompanied by a full body twitch, from her hooves to her ears to her vaginal muscles, squeezing and releasing Meadow’s dick at an impressive rate, quite literally milking it for its juice. The stallion grunted, his eyes opening wide and flashes of light appearing at the corner of his vision. He gritted his teeth, doing his best to withstand the assault while the mare below him came her brains out. She only stopped screaming when she was out of air, panting like a drowning pony pulled out of the water, but the aftershocks of her orgasm still sent random muscles twitching and shaking.

All Fritter could say between pants was a shaky “wow…”

Meadow Song, on his part, grunted with every breath, still struggling to keep himself still, his overly sensitive and very flared dick demanding he finish the job at once.

“That… was…” Apple Fritter slurred. “Wow…”

“Can’t… hold it…” Meadow groaned through his teeth, his dick twitching and throbbing with every heartbeat.

Fritter laid her head on his own, pinning him against her shoulder. “Inside,” she simply told him.

As soon as he’d heard the word, his hips had already begun pumping again. No rhythm, no control, just his muscles moving of their own accord. As his cock sawed through Apple Fritter’s pussy, another series of wet squishes echoed through the room, loud enough to be heard despite the two ponies’ bestial grunts. Juices were already drenching both of their crotches, but that wasn’t going to stop Meadow from adding his own contribution to the mix.

A few thrusts were all it took at that point. With one final plunge, Meadow pushed himself the deepest that he could reach and, with a shout, let the tidal wave of his orgasm wash over him. At the same time, another kind of wave flooded Fritter’s innermost parts, adding to her already impressive wetness. A few seconds later, when Meadow’s flare deflated and no longer plugged her pussy, a veritable deluge of fluids fell down, forming a big, sticky puddle on the kitchen’s floor.

Drained both literally and figuratively, Meadow Song went limp on Fritter’s back. He couldn’t gather the strength to stop himself from sliding and falling off of her like a sack of potatos… He just lied there on his side, trying to catch his breath with a big, dopey smile on his face. In a similar state, his mate laid down too and scooted closer until they were chest to chest, legs wrapped around each other. An equally dopey grin was on her muzzle and stayed there as they nuzzled, kissed each other gently and petted each other’s mane.

“Thank you,” Apple Fritter whispered in his ear.

“And thank you,” he replied, closing his eyes and simply basking in her body’s warmth.

After the lewd cacophony that the two had caused, the kitchen seemed incredibly silent… at least until a meek, feminine voice broke the peace...

“Uhhm… Hello?” it called from the next room. “A– Are you… uhhh… finished?”

Meadow Song and Apple Fritter looked at each other, blinking dumbly for a moment.

“Who’s there?” Fritter asked loudly. “What are you doing in my house?”

“Sorry, sorry! I knocked on the door but you didn’t answer and I heard some noise so I knew you were home and the door was unlocked so I came in and you didn’t hear me calling so I came to look for you and I found you but you were… you were...”

Apple Fritter blushed, making Meadow chuckle a little.

“I mean… you were–”

“We know what we were doing,” Meadow said. “What did you want, anyway?”

“Oh!” the mare exclaimed suddenly. “I have a package for you!” A gray hoof appeared in the door frame, carrying a box covered in brown kraft paper.

“Well, you can leave it there,” Fritter told her. “Thank you for bringing it.”

“Uh, sure…” The delivery mare put the package on the ground as instructed. After a few seconds where Meadow and Fritter thought they were finally alone, she spoke again. “I… I kinda need a signature…”

Meadow Song couldn’t help but laugh a little, while Apple Fritter groaned. He stood up on shaky hooves and helped his lover up, then walked alongside her until they reached a furiously blushing Derpy. Neither of the gray pegasus’s uncooperative eyes could stay on them for very long and she seemed thankful that nopony seemed to feel the need to talk about anything... With her signature acquired, she muttered some thanks and goodbye, headed for the door and took off immediately. Apple Fritter watched her flying away for a moment.

“Have you ever noticed how big Derpy’s tits are?” she asked without warning.

Raising an eyebrow, Meadow answered: “doesn’t she have a daughter? That would explain it.”

“That filly? I believe it’s her niece,” Fritter said. “I don’t think she’s had any foals…”

“Huh… Well I guess she just has big tits, then…”

“Bigger than me…” Apple Fritter said. “Would you like me better with bigger tits?”

Meadow looked at her with narrowing eyes. “Are you making fun of me?”

She closed the door and turned the key in the lock twice, then turned around, giving him a smoldering look. “I was just thinking,” she told him, “that maybe you should show me just how much you like my little tits…”

Meadow Song smiled back at her. “I think I should,” he said. “I think I should…”