PonySuck Adventure

A: Allow Applejack to indulge in your juicy treat.

[OPTION A SELECTED]

*You reluctantly accede to the mare's advances and nod slightly at her, accepting her offer and moving your hands to undo your loincloth for her. Applejack smirks up at you, knowing she has successfully seduced you and wears a face of unparalleled eagerness as you reveal yourself to her. Your glorious rod of masculine flesh draws the orange-coated mare to it like a moth to a flame. Within mere moments of your manhood's exposure to the fresh air, AJ wraps her forelegs around your back and pulls her face straight up against your cock.*

*The unfiltered scent of your penis is like catnip to the mare. She rubs her cheeks all along your shaft and begins to lap at the underside, pleasantly surprised at the taste appealing to her so much.*

"Hoo, boy. Ah plum forgot just how good a nice fresh one like yours tastes."

*Her compliments on your flavor don't mean too much to you, seeing as how you received much of the same from Twilight earlier and its meaning went right over your head. After all, you don't have as much experience in tasting penis as any of these mares do, nor do you think you ever will. Regardless, the pace of your heartbeat suddenly jumps up as Applejack's warm mouth engulfs your tip with ease and makes you forget about any other mares besides the one servicing you at the moment.*

*After that, any more foreplay or teasing is thrown out the window in favor of Applejack bobbing along your delicious length. Just the feel of your shaft brushing her tongue and inching into her throat with each pass is like scratching one of the hardest itches to reach for a mare such as this. While you hate to admit it, giving into your baser desires and feeding a more like this is a lot more arousing than you had originally thought. It doesn't help that Applejack's experienced mouth is now milking you earnestly, trying to draw out your sperm with a need even a unicorn couldn't match.*

*Of course, all her hungry suckling draws you nearer to your now inevitable climax, much quicker than you had thought. You try to blame it on the country mare's honky tonk badonkadonk as you spy it swishing behind her in anticipation of your seed, but you can't help wanting. It seems she can feel you pulsing and twitching in her mouth, ready to deliver your end of the bargain for the hard workin' mare. As opposed to Twilight, however, she seems less interested in drinking from the tap, instead pulling off just before you release and tense up at the sudden removal of her pleasuring mouth. What replaces her warm mouth and slick tongue is her hooves, rubbing along you with their undersides at a ludicrous speed.*

"Go ahead, sugarcube. Shoot out that sweet milk of yours for me."

*AJ eyes you with a knowing smile as her incredible hooves stroke and squeeze you, treating you like an everyday cow to be milked for her. If the pleasure itself doesn't bring you to orgasm, you can bet the treatment is what finally pushes you over the edge. Groaning loudly, your hips thrust into the air as thick ropes of semen shoot out from the tip of your abused cock. The orange-coated mare squeals happily as it rains down all over her face, briefly sticking her tongue out to gather a good amount of it on her taste buds. Controlling your cock as she milks it between her own hooves, she then aims the last few dollops of your release towards her chest, spreading the goop into her fur with her hoof and humming joyfully even as she does something so lewd.*

"Mmm, does the body goooood."

*You feel yourself becoming incredibly drained as the rest of your so-called "milk" is gathered onto AJ's tongue for her to swallow in front of you. The sight, as perverse as it is, only reminds you of how hungry you still are. Your stomach rumbling once more snaps Applejack out of her reverie, and she quickly wears a guilty smile as she wipes the white fluid from her lips.*

"Ehehe, right. Here, I'll fix ya up some of our famous Apple pie. Y'all just relax now, alright?"

*Applejack's shift in tone from a desperate mare with indecent desires to a nurturing housewife shows quite the surprising contrast. The orange-coated mare lightly pats your naked chest with her hoof before moving to fetch some ingredients from the nearby pantries. This gives you some time to tie your loincloth back on and mull over what just happened. Sinking into your chair weakly, you think about the mares' reactions to having your semen spilled in their eager mouths. Sating their desires seems to pacify them in a way unlike you've ever seen before. Heck, Twilight outright passed out after draining you of your precious fluids. Whatever the case, what's going on here certainly isn't natural, and you have to get to the bottom of this, and fast.*

*Unfortunately, your pace has considerably slowed by the feast Applejack has provided for you. Being an honest mare, she holds up her end of the bargain and feeds you not only apple pie, but also apple fritters, strudels, and a whole mess of other delicious homemade treats sure to have you filled to the brim for the rest of the entire day, if not the *week*. Raising a hand to halt the onslaught of sweets, you excuse yourself to leave and Applejack chuckles warmly at you.*

"Get yer fill, huh? Well, good! Nopony ever said ol' AJ ain't hospitable."

*You laugh nervously, rolling your eyes when you look away and make your way back to the front door. This mare's idea of welcoming behavior isn't exactly what you'd call courteous, after all. Once you open the door, however, you feel her tug on your loincloth with her teeth, drawing your attention towards her once again as she stares with with those shimmering green eyes burning into your heart.*

"Y'all be sure to come back if'n ya want some more hospitality, y'hear?"

*Applejack waves goodbye to you as you set off with your loincloth and a full belly in tow. All in all, you can't say that this detour was a waste, considering the fact that you're leaving without encountering any sort of "game over" that Pinkie Pie had warned you about. Of course, time is now of the essence, and you pick up the pace as you return to the nearby path and the journey at hand.*

*Suddenly, your trek around a stray patch of thorny bushes ends as you're brought to a literal fork in the path. Directly ahead, there's another entrance to the forest, which you probably want to avoid. Then again, seeing how prevalent the dark greenery is in this area, you know you can't prolong the inevitable forever. The path to the left looks to lead to a series of hills, perhaps farther away from the forest, but you're not sure if that's the right direction or not. The right path is differentiated only by the deep shadows covering the area, provided by the hanging trees overhead that block your vision of the sky.*

*With no choice being particularly obvious, it's clear the game designer is trying to fuck with you. Otherwise, he wouldn't have put you in such an obviously dangerous situation. I mean, really, a fork in the road with unlabeled paths? Real original. Regardless of the cliched decision you're presented with, you think on the options for just a bit longer.*

*From here, you choose to...*

OPTION A: Take the left path. (turn to page 17)

OPTION B: Walk straight through the forest dead ahead. (turn to page 49)

OPTION C: Take the right path. (turn to page 90)