Fall of Equestria: Reign of Mares

Snow and ice clouded Lucky's dreams.

He saw himself on top of a vast hill. Sleet rained down on either side of him, but did not touch him. He descended to a ponyville made from crystal ice, figures frozen where they stood. Their eyes followed Lucky as he walked to his destination.

A castle stood at the edge of town, a garish thing built of crystal itself. He passed through the doors without opening them and followed the sound of weeping. In the highest peak a pony sat on a velvet throne, her face in her hands, her subjects frozen around her. Lucky approached her calmly. "On your knees," he said to her.

Fire and fury lit up her face. But even so, she sank from the throne and fell to her knees before him. "Now," he again, "do your duty."

She crawled to him, her clothing wisping away like snakeskin. Her hands trailed up his legs and she took the tip of his cock into her mouth.

"Wakey wakey, troublemaker."

Lucky blinked awake, then moaned. Applejack was between his legs, naked save for her hat, sucking on his morning wood like candy. "Ready for another day, you rascal?" she said between slurps, then bent down and took him to the hilt in her throat.

Words failed Lucky at first, leaving him choking and groaning as his cock was expertly serviced. But when he finally spoke, his voice was calm and cold. "You know what, Mistress?" he said. Darkness swirled in the corners of his eyes. "I think I am."