The Ol' Switcheroo!

Applejack rolled out of bed. Her head swam from the wild, passionate fillyfooling she had done with Twilight yesterday. I'm glad I've got such nice, hard muscles, she thought. There was something about the firmness—the raw power—on Earth Ponies that just drove Applejack wild. Who'da thunk Twi could be so darn frisky? She was some good practice for Big McIntosh. He won't be so easy to wrestle, especially with this wimpy Unicorn body.

Applejack smirked and stared at the ceiling. She always loved a good challenge. Big Mac had been dominating her every thought for a couple of weeks, and it had only gotten worse since she had done the dirty with Twilight. It won't be long now...

“Hey, Twilight,” said Spike from the top of the stairs. “Are you gonna get up? Princess Cadance and Shining Armour are gonna be here any minute!”

Oh, horseapples! Applejack sprang to her hooves. “Oh, uh... right. I'd better get ready.”

Spike gave her a quizzical look as she ambled past him, down the stairs. “Are you okay? You didn't do any reading since you'd gotten home. You just sat in bed until you went to sleep.”

She turned as she reached the bottom of the stairs. “It's nothing. I'm fine.”

“Nervous about your brother and your new sister coming over?”

Applejack shook her head. “Nah. Don't you worry about a thing, sugarcube.” She headed for one of the doors on the ground floor.

“'Sugarcube'?” Spike scratched his head. “Uh, Twi? The bathroom's through the other door.”

“Oh, right, my bad.” Applejack forced a giggle and went into the correct door.

Spike frowned. “I'd better go check my marejuana stash...”

Applejack shook herself. I'll give myself away if I'm not careful. C'mon, AJ, get it together! She went up to the sink and splashed cold water on her face. Much better. Remembering to use her magic—something that was more difficult to get used to than she had first thought—she brushed her mane into place.

When she was satisfied, she turned to leave, but not before eyeing the shower. She had been on edge for so long, she would have loved nothing more than to turn the water on as hot as it would go and grind her hungry marehood against her forehoof for an hour. But she did not want to spoil her dinner, so to speak; she soon would get her fill from Big Mac—and then some.

“Twilight? What's with your mane?” Spike asked as she left the little filly's room.

“Huh?”

Spike shifted his feet. “That ribbon. I've never seen you with a red ribbon in your mane. It's kinda cute.”

Applejack laughed and pulled the ribbon out. “Oops, silly me!” She hoped her mane still looked okay. “So, when are Shining Armour and Cadance supposed to get here?”

“Hmm...” Spike held out his wrist and looked down as if he were wearing a watch. “Right about...”

A sharp knock came at the door.

“Now!”

Applejack bolted to the door and opened it. Shining Armour and Princess Cadance stood in its frame. Behind them, their royal chariot stood, along with a pair of Pegasus Royal Guards who scurried to and fro with suitcases and saddlebags.

“BBBBBFF, Cadance! It's great to see you!” Applejack said, doing her best to match Twilight's adorkable enthusiasm.

Cadance beamed at her, and Shining Armour looked a little confused.

“Hey, Twily,” said Shining Armour. “I think you used a few too many B's.”

Desperate to save face, Applejack rushed forward and hugged him, giving him a quick nuzzle. She dared to sneak a peek at his powerful Princely pony package, but it was completely in its protective sheath. I guess I'll just have to take Twilight's word for it.

When Applejack released Shining Armour from their embrace, he ruffled her mane and said, “Good to see ya, sis.”

Cadance gave Applejack a look and started dancing. “Sunshine, sunshine, ladybugs awake!”

Applejack hastily copied her and remembered that clapping forehooves was next. “Clop your hooves!”

Cadance winked at her, jumped, and spun around. “And do a little shake!” she said, swinging her flank in the air.

Applejack mimicked her and hugged her. Oops. I hope she didn't catch that. “Good to see you again, Princess. Sister? Prinsister?”

Cadance giggled and booped Applejack on the snout. “You, too, Twilight.”

Shining Armour threw a forehoof around both mares and steered them inside. “Whoo, I'm hungry enough to eat fifty corn dogs. What's for lunch?”

“Big McIntosh,” Applejack blurted.

Shining Armour and Cadance looked at her quizzically.

“Big McIntosh probably has a fresh harvest of Sweet Apple Acres' finest fruits!” Applejack blushed a little and scratched the back of her neck. “If you're in Ponyville, why not try the local cuisine?”

“You know you live in a small town when...” Shining Armour ribbed her with his forehoof.

Applejack's face scrunched. “Our apples are that good.”

Cadance gave her a shifty-eyed look. “My, my, you sure have become quite enamored with those apples lately,” she said as the Royal Guards bustled past them and deposited their luggage in the centre of the library's ground floor.

Applejack flicked her tail at the bags. “Spike, would you put those away for our guests?”

Spike threw his arms up in the air. “'Good to see you, too, Spike.' 'Don't worry about the bags, Spike. We've got Royal Guards to do that.' 'Care to join us for lunch, Spike? You look famished.'” He grumbled, picked up a bag none too gently, and stormed off with it.

“What's with the little dude?” said Shining Armour, looking after him.

“He just gets like that sometimes,” said Applejack. “So, Sweet Apple Acres, it is?”

“So it would seem.” Cadance nodded to her two Royal Guards, who carried enormous saddlebags. “You two are free to go off and explore the town. I need a bit of a rest, so I'll do some unpacking in the library while Twilight and Shining Armour have a little brother and sister time.”

The Guards tossed Cadance crisp salutes and flew into town, still wearing their saddlebags.

Shining Armour chuckled. “Still pooped out from the honeymoon?”

“Shiny!” Cadance said sharply. “Not in front of Twilight!”

“Chill out, babe! She's old enough to know what happens.”

Applejack gave Shining Armour the most bemused look she could. “Charming.”

Cadance cuffed him upside the head before ambling off. Now that he mentioned it, her gait was a bit off. Applejack quickly realized Twilight was not all talk after all; Cadance was considerably larger than most mares, meaning she could take quite a few more inches than average. For even her to walk funny after Shining Armour was finished...

Applejack mentally shook herself. She had to stay focused. Holy horseapples, that was easier than I thought! I thought I'd have to resort to drastic measures to split those two up. She tossed a foreleg around Shining Armour. “Shall we?”

“Let's.”

Applejack led Shining Armour down Ponyville's streets toward Sweet Apple Acres and her brother—and his meat. “How was the honeymoon?”

He sighed and looked wistfully into the sky. “Incredible. Just incredible. You know, they call Cadance the Princess of Love for a very good reason.”

“Shiny!”

Shining Armour giggled. “Oh, sorry, Twily. Foalsitter and all that. We went everywhere. Vanhoover, Manehattan, Los Pegasus, you name it.”

“So, you'd say you two are happy together?”

“You bet!” he said. “Cadance is the mare of my dreams, and she's all mine.”

“I see.” Applejack wrestled with how to word her next question. Shining Armour had to be warmed up to the idea of having sex with somepony other than Cadance; it would make things a lot easier for Twilight, and she owed her at least this much, considering she was maybe an hour away from getting obliterated by Big Mac's monster. “Out of curiosity, how... open is your relationship?”

Shining Armour stopped walking. “What?”

Applejack frowned. She had never been good with beating around the bush. “I mean, if love is what Cadance does, then how does she feel about... sleeping with somepony else?”

“Well,” said Shining Armour, “I'm not quite sure. As you well know, I've been with Princess Celestia a lot, and Princess Luna quite a few times, too.”

Applejack barely stopped herself from gasping.

“Part of Captain of the Guard duties and all that. But I'm not Captain of the Guard anymore, so I'm not sure what her stance is.” He started walking again. “I guess she's okay with it as long as we stay true to each other. It didn't harm our relationship when the other Princesses called on me to do my, er, 'duty.' Why?”

“Oh, just curious.” Applejack giggled nervously. “You know me! Just silly, little, nervous Twily!”

Shining Armour laughed with her. “Point taken.”

They continued heading toward Sweet Apple Acres, and Applejack did her best to maintain casual conversation. It was a task easier said than done, considering Big Mac was all she had on her mind. She kept vividly picturing his dick, jet-black and veiny. She could not believe she had yelled at him to put it away when she had walked in on him on numerous occasions. Now she would give anything to see it again.

What struck her as odd was how she did not have these feelings until a couple weeks ago at the Canterlot Wedding, just like Twilight. Maybe it's just somethin' in the air, and things'll all go back to normal after I've gotten it outta my system. That would certainly be ideal; it would make things a lot less awkward around the dinner table, like they had been over the past couple of weeks. Big Mac had been visibly uncomfortable when he caught her sneaking glances at his wiry body.

Applejack shuddered at the thought of how powerful his thrusts would be. He was the strongest pony she knew, and that was saying something. She shuddered with anticipation again when they reached the farm after what felt like forever.

“Wow, this looks really nice!” Shining Armour galloped toward the barn. “I can't wait to dig into these apples. So, where are they? Don't tell me we've gotta pick 'em ourselves.”

“Nah,” said Applejack. She pointed to the barn, hoping Twilight had done her job correctly. “They're in there. Applejack told me she had a nice surprised planned for you.”

“Far out!” Shining Armour punched the air with a forehoof. “What about you? Aren't you hungry?”

“Yes, but I need to use the little filly's room first. I'll catch you up.”

He nodded at her and trotted toward the barn. “All right. But you'd better hurry, or else I might eat 'em all.”

“Don't worry. You won't even realize I'm gone.” Applejack waited until he had entered the barn and closed the door behind him before she bolted into the thick of the orchard. Once she located the fresh cart tracks and large hoofprints, she knew exactly where to find her brother. Almost giddy with anticipation, she galloped as fast as Twilight's legs would carry her. I wish Twi would work out more. She moves like a slug! She even had to stop when she reached the top of a steep hill.

Wheezing, she looked down into the valley of apple trees below. Big Mac sat with his back against one. Must be takin' his afternoon nap. Applejack forced to allow herself to catch her breath. It was not like Twilight was out of shape or anything—far from it—but she could not manage the speeds or distances that Applejack took for granted. I guess that's what happens when ya spend all day readin' and sittin' on yer flank instead of farm work.

When Applejack had recovered, she cantered down the hill, pacing herself because she knew she would need the energy. She skidded to a halt next to the still sleeping Big McIntosh. His harness lay beside him, and his legs were lazily spread. She thought she saw a Pegasus flying far overhead, but she paid it no mind; there were much larger and more important matters at hoof.

She wiped a strand of drool from her muzzle. Even when only breathing gently, Big Mac's workhorse physique was readily apparent. He was naturally larger than most stallions, but a great deal of his bulk came from the rock-hard muscles he had built up when he had to take over most of the intense labour required to run a farm.

He must be havin' a great dream, Applejack thought, eyeing his cock. It was nowhere near close to its fully erect state, but it was creeping out of its sheath and about six inches long. Now that she thought about it, it was quite the nature's marvel. In its completely flaccid state, Big Mac's penis looked quite average in its sheath, which made it look small compared to the rest of his body. But when he became aroused, it kept growing and growing until it put the average stallion to shame. She thought it might just be an Apple family trait, considering the stories Rainbow Dash had told her about Braeburn.

Applejack plucked an apple from a nearby tree with her magic and devoured it. She would thank herself for the fuel later. Unable to wait any longer, she stalked toward Big Mac, lifted her tail, and gently rubbed her already slick marehood against his snout.

“Mmm... Cheerilee, you naughty filly,” he mumbled.

Cheerilee? So that's why Apple Bloom comes home from school alone after he's supposed to have picked her up! I'll show him who's the better lay! Applejack nestled herself against his body and traced a forehoof along his chest. Sweat and dirt were in his fur, and that was just how she liked it. She started nuzzling him, and was pleased to notice that his cock had grown a couple of inches, reaching about half-mast.

Big Mac's eyes fluttered open. “Huh? Wha?” He looked down at Applejack, who stared him right in the face, and yelped. He covered his growing junk and scrabbled backward. “T-Twilight? What are ya doin' all the way out here?” If his face was not already red, he would probably be blushing. He gasped for breath a good ten feet away from her, still concealing his member with his forehooves.

Applejack snickered. “Oh, give it a rest, would you? You should know why I'm here.”

“Uh... no?”

“You big lug.” Okay, Applejack. Don't. Mess. This. Up. “I want you.”

Big Mac's jaw dropped.

“You're not as slow as you let on. I think you've got a big brain inside that thick skull of yours.” Applejack crept toward him as she spoke. “If there's one thing I love, it's a big, strong, smart colt. I haven't been able to get you out of my head for weeks. I know you live up to your name in more ways than one.”

“If I had a bit for every time I heard that joke...”

Applejack was right in front of him, and he had not backpedaled any farther. She inhaled deeply, taking in his musk. “You're smarter than this. A mare's throwing herself at your forehooves, no strings attached. I haven't been able to concentrate on my studies ever since I got back from Canterlot. I need you, Big Mac.”

“But—”

Applejack wrapped her forehooves around his head and leaned up to kiss him. She teased his tongue with hers before she broke the kiss. “I'll make it worth it.” She tried to bat away his forehooves, but he would not let her.

“Eenope. I can't do it. It just wouldn't be right.”

“Okay, you listen here.” Applejack ground her teeth. “This'll be a one time thing. No commitments, no mentioning of it again.”

Big Mac shook his head. “Ya don't know what yer askin' for, Twilight.”

“I know exactly what I'm asking for.”

“Did I ever tell you why Cheerilee and I aren't actually datin'?”

“Why?” Applejack cocked her head.

“We actually were in high school... until I had another growth spurt,” he said.

Applejack nodded; she remembered that quite well.

“Well, that's when I got too 'big' for her, if ya know what I mean.” Big Mac fidgeted his hooves a little. “We've been tryin' to make it work, but so far, no dice.”

“She is a little petite.”

“About yer size.” Big Mac narrowed his eyes. “I've come to realize somethin'. My big dick plus one little pony just don't add up.”

“Don't you worry about a thing,” said Applejack, licking her lips. “I've worked it out. The recursive function calculating the mass of my marehood when compared to the hypothesis of your shaft's diameter—in imperial units, of course—indicates that there's enough room for it to fit inside me.”

Big Mac just sat and blinked. “Uh... what?”

Applejack threw her hooves to the side. “Fancy mathematics! I used them to un-muddy the issue.”

“Twilight? That ain't math.”

“Shut up, and give it to me good.”

Big Mac grunted a few times. He slowly removed his hooves from his penis. It was about the same length as it was before he covered it up. “Are ya absolutely sure? I can control myself at first, but when I get going... I don't want to hurt you.”

“Do you not think I know the risks? Let's go.”

“I'm so glad you didn't ask me to 'buck' you,” Big Mac said as he gently ran a forehoof down his shaft. “I've heard the young fillies call it that. Makes me wanna kick 'em in the head every time. I don't know where they got such a dumb idea.”

Applejack snorted. “Kids these days.”

Without further warning, Applejack lunged forward and began hungrily slurping at his cock. To her delight, it began to grow, fractions of an inch at a time. He's sure takin' his sweet time getting' hard. This only made her work faster. When it was big enough, she worked the base with her forehooves while paying attention to the expanding head with her mouth.

It was already at least a foot long, and it was not hard at all. “Don't say I didn't warn ya,” said Big Mac as he guided her head with his hooves.

Okay, enough messin' around. Applejack dove down, taking his shaft past the medial ring. She constricted her throat, slurped it, and lapped it while rubbing his ample balls. A series of grunts escaped his mouth, and his cock got bigger. She kept giving him fillyatio, even as his cock filled her throat and lengthened.

At last, he was becoming incredibly hard. Applejack could barely breathe, but she kept on sucking, idly wondering if she could make him cum on the spot. Part of her wanted to be that good but another part—her maregina in particular—wanted this to last as long as possible.

Precum leaked from Big Mac's powerful prolific pony phallus, which had become so thick, Applejack could feel every vein pressing against her throat. Finally she ran out of air. She pulled up and popped the turgid member out of her mouth, gagging and spluttering.

“Could—Cheerilee—do—that?”

“Eenope. Yer pretty good.”

Applejack crawled up his body until her muzzle was inches from his. She ground her aching, begging pussy on his rod. “I'm just getting started.” She kissed him, this time holding nothing back. She stroked his shaft with her body and rubbed every part of him that she could find. She was pleased to notice him feeling her up as their tongues played in each others' mouths.

Applejack moaned into him as powerful tingles shot through her. Just being in contact with the horsecock of her dreams was already driving her mad with desire. She thrashed her tongue in his mouth, loving the feeling of melting on his studly body. Each pulse of his cock against her threatened to drive her into a frenzy.

Her horn lit up, and a ring of magic wrapped itself around her brother's poner. Already slick with saliva and Applejack's mare juices, it slid up and down easily. Big Mac gave a few more grunts and groped her harder, helping her grind in tandem with the magical stroking. Waves of ecstasy washed over her, but it was not enough. She needed him, and she needed him now.

Their kiss ended, and Applejack lay panting on Big Mac. With the spell ended, Big Mac patted Applejack fondly. Applejack nuzzled him and looked down at his throbbing shaft. It was still dripping precum. She wondered if Twilight's body could take such a beast; it was thicker than her forehoof and it ran up most of her torso.

She bent down and gave the head a kiss. “Say, do you know how big it is? Exactly?”

“Eeyup. But why?”

“Err... for science!” Applejack gave it another lick. She loved that salty taste. “You're just a lot bigger than most stallions, so I was just curious, is all. And don't give me any fake measurements! I know most colts like to add an extra couple inches. Be honest.”

“Exactly eighteen inches,” said Big Mac, confirming Applejack's estimations. “I was always a bit big for my age, but I wasn't this big until that growth spurt near the end of high school.”

Applejack smiled up at him. “That's all I needed to know.” She placed her forehooves firmly on his shoulders and rose up until her pussy lips were kissing the broad, flat cock head. Luckily, they were both lubed up quite nicely, but it would be difficult to get something so thick into a vagina so scarcely used.

She looked into his eyes and bit her lip, grinding against his cock. It would not go in. Big Mac gave her an I-told-you-so look, but she kept pressing. She tried to relax her muscles to accommodate such a large object—a task easier said than done when she was as aroused as she was.

“Come on. Give me some help, here.” Applejack took a moment to guide Big Mac's forehooves onto her pretty perky petite pony flank before resuming her efforts. Big Mac pushed down softly at first, but harder as her pussy started to expand and allow a bit more of the head in. She screwed up her face in concentration and gave one last push, and the head popped in.

Applejack's marehood clamped down on Big Mac's throbbing cock, and she let out a piercing whinny. Her limbs flailed and her magic went haywire. Her eyes glowed pure white, and all nearby objects were enveloped in a magenta glow. The apple cart went flying twenty feet into the air, and all the apples within a kilometre radius were ripped from their trees.

“Whoa...” Big Mac said.

Her tongue lolled out as she came down—and the apple cart and apples along with her. She gazed hungrily into her lover's eyes. Two inches down. Sixteen to go! She kept him pinned down as she took more and more of his horsecock inside her. He was so thick, each vein rubbed against her tunnel, stimulating every nerve ending she had. She rocked her hips up and down and bobbed on his shaft, taking a little more each time. The fit was so tight, she was amazed that she could move at all.

Her next obstacle was the medial ring. She was already stretching herself to the breaking point, and it was another few centimetres of thickness that she had to tackle. From there, he only got girthier. Big Mac had stopped moving, and his forehooves were only resting on Applejack's flank. His face was a contorted mask dripping with sweat.

“H-hey!” she said. “What's going on? Don't you go all dead fish on me!”

“Unf... so tight... Gotta... control...” Big Mac grunted.

“Enough of that!” said Applejack. Through sheer force of will, she impaled herself farther, swallowing up the medial ring and another three inches of hard dick along with it. “You're gonna rut me, and I'm gonna enjoy it! Or are you too much of a weak little wimp to do it?”

Big Mac's eyes shot open. Applejack knew she had gone too far, which was precisely what she wanted. In an impressive burst of strength, he pushed forward, sending her on her back. He loomed over her and spread his legs. “You asked for it.”

“Yes, yes I did.”

With that, Big Mac withdrew his shaft until only the head remained inside and held still. A dull ache throbbed inside Applejack's love tunnel. It missed him already, and so did she. Big Mac thrust forward, burying himself as far as he could go. The air whooshed from Applejack's lungs from the sheer force of it. She never imagined anypony was capable of such a powerful thrust.

Big Mac's eyes glazed over as he started humping, his hips pistoning with every move. Applejack fondled every bit of his chest that she could. She marveled at how his muscles rippled with his movements. The pleasure was overwhelming. It threatened to wipe out every other thought in her brain as the thrusts came harder and deeper.

Applejack's pussy was ablaze with lust. She put all her remaining energy into bucking her hips into Big Mac as he ponytrated her. She moaned and cried cutely. Finally, a new sensation accompanied the feeling of being overstuffed to the ripping point: Big Mac's pelvis slapped against her flank as he bottomed out.

Big Mac must have let the sensations go to his head, too; he let out soft whinnies as he slammed her even harder than before, his hips moving in a blur. Applejack finally understood why they called it being “rutted senseless.” But another desire hit her. Big Mac was holding nothing back now, and she wanted to be the pony on top. She wanted to overpower that which could not be overpowered.

She pushed against Big Mac's chest, but it was like trying to move a mountain. He was rooted in place, and his low centre of gravity gave him perfect balance, allowing him to pile-drive her without having to think. His endurance was incredible. They must have been going at it for fifteen more minutes, and he showed no signs of reaching his climax or tiring.

Applejack loved the way his full, heavy balls smacked against her rear. She squirmed and writhed, wiggling her hips as she came. Her muscles were becoming sore from all the clenching, but she did not care. She savoured every second of it.

Lost in the passion of their interhorse, she wrapped her forehooves around Big Mac's neck and guided his muzzle toward hers. She kissed him again, thrusting her tongue in and out of his mouth in time with his titanic dick invading her foal garden. Her body shuddered from the shock waves of his thrusts and the hot pleasure they created.

Big Mac broke their kiss by tossing his head up and whinnying loudly enough to shake the nearby trees. “Oh, Twilight, Twilight, I'm gonna blow!”

Applejack could feel his cock expanding as it prepared for its voluminous release. Big Mac withdrew it until only the tip of the head was still inside, and gave one final thrust, hilting himself and pushing upward. He actually lifted her completely off the ground with his cock alone, rearing up as he gave a mighty bellow.

Nothing happened.

Applejack's horn glowed mischievously with magic that also covered his balls.

Aghast, Big Mac looked down at her. “Wha... what happened?”

“Oh, nothing,” said Applejack with a coy, devilish grin. She was still held up by nothing except his member. “I put a magic bind on your balls to prevent you from cumming.”

“Ya did what?”

Applejack giggled. “If you wanna cum, you've gotta earn it!”

Big Mac whimpered and collapsed, leaning against a tree.

“Now that's more like it.” Applejack placed her forehooves against him and started riding him. “What are you waiting for? Buck those hips, and give us a good spanking.”

“Don't mind if I do!”

Big Mac spanked her. Hard. The sound echoed throughout the orchard, and it no doubt left a huge red welt on her flank. Applejack licked her lips, humping him faster. She was delighted to see her once insurmountable big brother becum putty in her hooves. She planted herself on his chest and used only her hips to move herself up and down in fast thrusts. Big Mac copied her movements.

Maintaining the spell grew more difficult as she came yet again. She clenched his cock so hard, they could barely move it, despite the more than generous amount of natural lube her maregina provided. She kept up the pace while her lover groped her and spanked her again.

Applejack would not come down. After a third hard spanking, she knew it was time. She gazed into his eyes, whispered, “I love you,” kissed him, and released her spell.

Big Mac's eyes bulged as he finally came. She felt the first volley rush up his urethra before it escaped the flaring head. Salvos of sticky sex splooge splattered straight into Applejack's womb in terrifyingly tumultuous torrents. Spurt after spurt erupted from his monster like liquid hot magma from a volcano. He moaned into her mouth gratefully as he continued his release.

Applejack dared to look down, and she gasped. Her belly was swelling as if she was pregnant, and he just kept coming. In a panic, she broke their kiss and scrabbled to unstick herself from her brother. Excess horse semen leaked from around her pussy lips as she was filled to beyond capacity. When he realized what was happening, Big Mac hoisted her off him, his cock popping from her tight nethers.

“Now ya get what ya deserve!” he said as another shot splattered against her pussy. He dropped her in front of him and stood over her, firing shot after shot at her prone body.

Applejack licked up the jizz that hit her mouth. It tasted so sweet and salty. Holy Celestia, how much more does he have? she wondered as Big Mac painted her whole body in his seed. She wiped a layer of splooge from her eyes and peered at him, watching him jerk himself off as he sprayed his reproductive fluids all over her.

At long last, his mighty horsegasm petered out. He breathed a long sigh of relief and slumped back against the tree, and his cock began shrinking back to its normal size. Applejack was completely covered in semen. “How in the hoof did you cum so much?”

“Ya shouldn't have stopped me when I was ready,” he said, lounging against the tree.

“You were that pent up, huh?” Applejack wanted to stand and shake herself off, but she could barely move her legs. Instead, she just lay flat on her back, staring up into the clear sky.

“Eeyup.”

“Wow... That sure was something...”

“Eeyup.”

“Hey, Big Mac? I'm glad we did this.” Applejack propped herself up to look at Big Mac. His eyes were closed, and she could tell he was about to treat himself to a post-coitus nap.

“Me, too,” he mumbled.

“Thanks,” said Applejack, basking in the afterglow.

Big McIntosh said nothing. His soft snores reached her ears. Applejack forced herself to roll over to get some of the stallion seed off her. Her belly sloshed from the jizz still inside, though some of it was draining from her pussy. I'd better go get myself cleaned up and head back to the library, she thought. No tellin' how late it is. I sure hope Twilight's gotten as lucky as me...