PonySuck Adventure

A: Allow Applejack to indulge in your juicy treat.

[OPTION A SELECTED]

*You smile wholeheartedly back at AJ, nodding and reaching down to open up your loincloth just for her. Applejack smirks up at you, knowing she has successfully seduced you and wears a face of unparalleled eagerness as you reveal yourself. 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 remind you of the other mares that have sampled you, seeing as how you received much of the same from Twilight earlier and its meaning has begun to make more sense to you. You don't think you'll ever fully understand these mares and their affection for your tool, but for the moment, it's brought you to such pleasurable highs that you've ceased needlessly worrying about it. 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. Applejack's experienced mouth is now milking you earnestly, trying to draw out your sperm with a need even a unicorn couldn't match. All the while, her lewd moans vibrate along your shaft and you can't help but shiver at the tingling sensation coursing through you.*

*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."

*The rest of your so-called "milk" is gathered onto AJ's tongue for her to swallow in front of you. The sight of something so perverse only keeps your arousal going, your manhood twitching as its stiffness refuses to settle. Suckling her hooves free of any leftover fluids, AJ opens her eyes to find your member still at full mast and breaks out in an adorable smile in joy.*

"Still got some fire in there, huh? Well, let's see if ah can't settle down this stud."

*You tilt your head slightly in a sort of confusion, even though deep down you already know where she's going with this. A light hoof on your shoulder is all the warning you get before Applejack climbs up and seats herself comfortably in your lap. This way, you discover that the pony's smaller size doesn't really account for the weight of her muscles and the enormous rump as it presses down on you. The overwhelming sensations of her dripping wet pussy rubbing along you and her cheeks squeezing you between them is all it takes to get you to moan out in ecstasy. AJ takes her time teasing you and brings her face to nuzzle into your neck lovingly, eager to feel you satisfying her aching tunnel while at the same time wanting to make sure you feel euphoric in the process.*

"Feel that? That's gonna be your own lil' slice of heaven."

*Sharing in her smile, you mentally prepare yourself to be willingly assaulted by this farmer pony's anxious marehood. Considering all the foreplay (read: blowjobs) you've had today, you're more than ready for this. With all the saliva coating your cock, the initial entry is no problem whatsoever, and gives Applejack time to acclimate herself to your fleshy penis sliding into her warm, moist depths.*

*Scratch that, "warm" is an understatement. This pony's *mouth** was warm, but her pussy is an outright fire in comparison, causing you to wince when her walls grip at your shaft to pull you deeper into the flames of passion. The dazed look on her face belies how truly excited and overwhelmed she is at finally having her craving for cock satisfied.**

"Yeeeeeehaaw! Go on, boy, don't make me do all the work! Buck them hips!"

*Treated like a mechanical bull with penis attachment, you are expected to thrust your hips upward and into this amazing body currently pinning you to the wooden chair... and you don't need to be told twice. You feel her clench down the moment you begin your pumping motions, grunting aloud with little care for the difference in species. Applejack slams her thick behind down in kind, matching your rhythm in what feels like the most heated lovemaking session you've ever experienced.*

*Dissatisfied with simply riding you, AJ wraps her forelegs around your neck and pulls you in for a kiss, pressing her muzzle against your lips in search of more of a reaction from you. Her lustful behavior incites a deep moan from inside you, which she quickly silences with her surprisingly agile tongue. The flat muscle covers your own in a clearly unfair wrestling match, with her winning by default and vigorously invading your throat. You've never seen a pony with this much enthusiasm before, but you suppose that's what happens when they successfully get your fabled dick inside them.*

*Applejack pauses her furious attack on your oral cavity to get some much needed breath, even as her pace refuses to slow down. She instead takes the time to grind her perfectly plush rump into your pelvis, all the while her words come out in belabored moans.*

"A- ah... ah'm gonna pop... Hnnnhh! D... do it... when yer ready..."

*Her hips work her body into a fervor on top of you, but you thankfully oblige her needs with a series of powerful thrusts. If she wants you to "pop" along with her then you're sure going to try. Suddenly, you feel her nuzzle her face under your chin affectionately, showing a much more sensitive side to her as she becomes rather intimate. With her heat raging strong, her marehood tightens considerably around you in a desperate effort to get you to spill your seed inside her. Grasping her flanks in your hands, you thrust into her all the way to the base of your cock, twitching and throbbing as your inevitable orgasm finally rises up from within.

*Crying out in sheer ecstasy, Applejack hugs you tight as your hot bursts of semen begin to fill her needy womb. Despite the genetically incompatible baby batter, the mare atop you ignores her need to breed and substitutes it with a need for thick seed of the most available supplier, and right now, that's you. With Applejack's womb filled with seed, the burning urge to reproduce seems to fade away behind the cloud of pleasure that comes with her own orgasm. Her body, thinking that she has completed the breeding process for the moment, rewards her with the most intense pleasure that she has ever experienced in her life. Applejack shudders as she rides it out, her insides attempting to squeeze out every last drop from you.*

*Of course, after a whole minute or two of this, you feel your manhood growing sore and lightly tap AJ on her back, snapping her out of her post-orgasm reverie to address you.*

"Haaah... Yer a real keeper, ya know? Could make a mare real happy."

*You smile back nervously, not sure how to feel about that remark even as AJ carefully dismounts you. In retrospect, the feeling of a pony riding you was a little odd, but you can't deny that it was also some of the best sex you've had in a long time. Before you manage a reply, your stomach rumbles once more and draws the attention of the happy mare at your side. Breaking out into a guilty smile, she remarks aloud while casually nudging your chest.*

"We'll get ya some of my famous apple pie, alright? Y'all can just relax now."

*Applejack's shift in tone from a contented 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 as you 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 16)

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

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