Caramel was milling about as usual, hauling his last load of the day to one of the storage barns closer to the Everfree side of the Sweet Apple Acres property. His hours had luckily been uneventful as he stuck to this side of the farm, careful to keep an eye out. The reason for that was because of Applejack. Not that he was avoiding the farm gal but that she'd taken off from supervising the lot of them around noon.
The boss often went to eat lunch somewhere else or headed in town to see her friends and whatnot. The real problem was that she didn't come back and due to the trouble she and her friends had to handle on a daily basis, being the elements and all, everyone assumed that they would have to do without her.
In her absence, Granny Smith, the little old lady he hadn't seen doing anything outside of napping, was stupidly voted to take over Applejack's position by the farmhands (him included) as they thought she'd go easy on them. Or better yet, they'd go easy on her. After all, she was a almost senile mare with a hearing problem. They had to take this opportunity for a relaxing day of light work and no abuse from her strict granddaughter.
They were terribly wrong.
Caramel shuddered, breaking out of his reverie as he hustled along the trail. The sun was slipping below the horizon and even though the farmland had been safe during the day, he couldn't trust what might be waking up in the early hours of the night.
Granny Smith began singling out the buff and self-described 'meaty and working it' stallions, demanding they carry her around. Saying with conviction that her little old legs couldn't handle the stress of walking and they oughta be working for their bits like 'real stallions'.
Of course, eyes were raised as she started wiping them down in apple butter and grease, making them shiny as possible and creating a new uniform for the lucky stallions to wear. Tight short with hastily cut holes in suspicious places that didn't matter unless the stallion in question had to bend down. And oh, how they did when Granny Smith kept on demanding someone pick her dentures that fell from her mouth. The thing of it all, she didn't wear or need dentures!
It was by Celestia's flank that he wasn't picked for the entourage of boy toys. He was too much of a shrimp, a side dish unworthy of her banquet of glistening flesh.
Big Mac had tried to take control of the situation in that way of his. But Granny Smith wasn't having it. She kept on misunderstanding every word he said, which wasn't much for their defense, but that was the most he heard Big Mac talk. Like ever. And he, the best of all the stallions gathered there and the only one with the power to stop her, gave up in at the end of their one-sided back and forth. He had to because Granny Smith kept on twisting his words to be allowed to do even more outlandish things with 'his permission'.
'What was that, Maccy boy?' She'd start off, her elderly voice croaking. 'You think I should have the boys start a new mud pit for the pigs?' Then she'd pause, humoring Big Mac's endless parade of firm and adamant 'No's before- 'Oh, I completely agree. We can't let the pigs use the mud pit without letting somepony test it out first. I nominate myself as judge of the First Annual Sweet Apple Acres Mud-Wrestling and Modeling contest!'
Once Big Mac fell, the other farmhands and him decided to stay out of the Tyrant Granny Smoking's (that's what she demanded to be called) sight and scattered to complete their chores so they'd still get paid and escape unmolested. Or at least, that was what he was up to. The number of workers minding this part of the farm had dropped down to only Caramel and he had a sneaky suspicion that Granny had lowered her standards. Celestia, he hoped that he was still considered a shrimp and not anything worth to hunt down and dress up in those-
Caramel blinked, he was already at the barn. He opened the barn door with a lazy hoof, tugging his cart inside before unhooking himself and pushing the cart against the wall. This seemed like a good barn to store the corn and wheat he'd rushed to harvest when the lack of other workers in the area gave the crows the clue to start their assault. All he had to do was remember to tell Applejack or Big Mac tomorrow morning where he stashed them and all would be good.
With the weight gone, he stretched, getting that old kricking pain out of his shoulders, yawned and made to leave.
“Hey!” A voice frantically whispered, her voice hardly reaching his ears but he stopped anyway. “Hey! Wait!”
That voice sounded familiar. It couldn't be...
“Applejack?” He called out dumbly, cringing after realizing he didn't add a 'Miss'.
There was silence except not really. Caramel could practically hear the gears whirling through her head as she considered if he was worth talking to. The stallion sighed, mildly wondering if he felt insulted that she would feel the need to take such a long time to consider him worth talking to him. They'd worked together for the last two years and even if she disliked his way of going about things, she had to know that he was dependable.
“I- Erm... Hehehe... Er...” She mumbled and Caramel looked around, trying to locate her hiding place. The voice didn't sound like it was coming from the ground floor so she must be up in the loft, somewhere in all that loose and bundled hay.
“Miss Applejack,” He stated, already approaching the loft's stairs. “It might be rude of me to ask you this but why have you been here all day? The other workers and I have been suffering under the reign of Tyrant...” He facepalmed, why did he say it like that? “Err.. your grandmother,” He corrected himself. “...has an unorthodox managing style and we would very much like it if you came back. Less we sue for mistreatment of employees.” He added while considering how much money he would get from the suit vs. working for the rest of the summer.
Ehh, he can't risk burning his bridge here. They paid too well.
“You talk too much, Caramel.” Applejack replied, moving around and sticking her head above the hay to glare at him. “But I can't.” She admitted, frowning at him. “I have a problem and I can't risk being seen by anyone until I fix it. Sooooo,” She drew out her last word. “Forget that you ever saw me. Go on, git.”
“Are you hurt?” Caramel asked, continuing his ascent up the stairs. “Do I need to get Big Mac?”
“Nooo!” Applejack shouted, her face paling and diving out of sight. “DON'T DO THAT!” Piles of hay were suddenly being thrown at Caramel's head and he dodged left and right as he rushed up the remaining stairs. Applejack caught his questioning gaze and flinched, hiding her face into her hooves before backing out of his sight. She vanished into the darker shadow of the barn and Caramel had to squint to make her out.
“I mean, yeah he's a boy and he'd understand so I could trust him to keep this to himself. But he'd never let me live it down cause I'd have to tell him how it happened and I've never talked to anyone about my stuff and I don't plan to.” She rambled, gesturing wildly. “It's natural. I never turned blind or had hair growing from weird places so-”
“You're telling it to me, right now.” Caramel pointed out but not before smelling a faint, sweet odor wafting from somewhere. It tickled his nose but he couldn't afford to make any strange moves in front of Applejack. She needed support. “I don't think that it would be so far-fetched to tell it to Big Mac.”
“You're different.” Applejack reasoned, causing Caramel to roll his eyes. He was different alright. He was her favorite whipping boy out their in the fields. Nothing he did was ever right and she couldn't resist letting him know that over and over again. “You work for me, a yellow-belly kiss-up that wouldn't dare cross me. Even if you tried to blackmail me or told anyone, who'd believe you?”
“That hurts my feelings.” He said blandly. “I'm not a kiss-up. I'm a professional temp who likes to guarantee his job for next season. Politeness is the golden rule, after all.”
“A professional brown-noser.” She guffawed, wheezing as she came into full view. Caramel noted that she was wearing a long and thick cloak that looked out of place under the summer weather. She had to be sweating pools after staying in this barn all day in the heat, wearing that. And that sweet, sweet smell was even stronger. He felt his mouth watering, his body stiff and his head getting cloudy. “I'd like to help y'all with Granny, I know how she gets, but I can't until I deal with my problem.”
“Look, can't I help? I promise not to tell Big Mac or anybody. Tell me, what's the problem?”
Applejack looked conflicted, biting her lips and shifting from side to side before- “What do you know about Poison Joke and its pollen?” Caramel stared at her, confused. “You see, the plant's a native of the Everfree and everybody knows how unnatural that place is. It likes to play mean-spited pranks using its magical pollen...” She looked away, her eyes flickering to the floor before meeting his face again. “And well, the cure is to wash yourself...”
“That's great.” Caramel said, trying to think of getting a barrel full of water and dousing Applejack with it. “I can help with that. Does it have to be just water or do you need soap and shampoo?”
“You're not getting it.” Applejack stressed. “I've been diving into pools and waddling into streams all day. It's not working because I don't think I was hit with the pollen. And I need to come up with a way to get it off without hurting myself. Actually, I don't understand how you boys can stand it.”
“What are you-”
She sighed, unclasped her cloak and reluctantly sat on her haunches, showing Caramel one hell of a sight. In between her legs was a light blue, large and hard with pre-cum dripping out plant-thing cock.
“That's a strap-on?” He stuttered as he approached the ridiculously big dick, carefully sitting down and staring at it. He took a great whiff of it. That smell was coming from it and Caramel really not one for dicks (after two of his off-on relationships) other than his own wondered how it would feel inside of his mouth. Maybe the reason it smelled so good was because it was plant and he was a pony. It needed to be in his mouth or if it ever came to it, inside of him...
“No. Why'd you even asked that? I don't do that kind of stuff.”
Caramel pulled himself from the prize between her legs and looked up at Applejack, his face blushing lightly. If Poison Joke liked playing pranks according to the actions then what was Applejack doing... “You do know that this dick implies quite a few naughty things about you. What were you doing?”
“Girl stuff. “Applejack barked, glaring at him again. “I didn't know that I was around the stuff. It usually doesn't grow around our neck of the woods. You probably think I'm a freak and a sexual deviant but I swear I don't deserve this trick.”
“Why didn't you...” Caramel gulped, thinking of his own member at the same time. “...cut it off? It's still a plant? Show it who's in charge?” Or eat it...?
“I tried to pull it off but it was too deep and the pain was too much for me handle.” Applejack admitted and Caramel felt his own dick twinge in sympathy for the fake phallus. “I guess as long as it's attached to me, it feels like the real thing.”
“Okay,” He said, his head buzzing from the stench penetrating his nose. “I honestly don't get what you're talking about with the Poison Joke but I do know a thing about trick and treat. To defeat a trick, you have to give it a treat.”
“Caramel...” Applejack warned. “Are you there?”
“I... uh...” He breathed, licking his lips and trying get out of this blue mist that seemed to infect his head. Was something messing with him? Is he doing what he really wants? “I don't think you had the right 'water.” Caramel gulped, eyes roving her figure before looking her earnestly in the eye. “Can I?”
“Yeah...” Applejack's eyes turned from his intense gaze. Her tail twitched and her magical cock seemed to preen. She was interested. “All my attempts haven't worked but you better not be telling this to any of your friends. This stays amongst us work friends and us work friends alone, okay?”
“I won't tell a soul.” Caramel swore before pouncing, ignoring Applejack's startled yelp as he pushed her onto her back. The stallion pushed her legs far apart as he made a space for himself between him.
“Take it easy.” Applejack whined. “I don't have that much experience with this thing. I don't know what it wants.”
“Emmm,” Caramel hummed. “I think that I got an idea.” Leaning down, he took a curious lick down the blue cock, pleased with Applejack's noisy gasping and he turned his attention to the cock's head, whirling his tongue on it. Feeling it twitched and throbbed like the real deal. He slid his tongue all around the dick, getting it slick with his spit. Out of nowhere, he felt an urge to press his lips against in and gave in, sloppily kissing it, pressing against it with his teeth and hearing the mare squeal and swat at him.
“You... You know what you're doing. Are you a...” Applejack stumbled with her words, her hooves getting loose into his hair, tugging and pushing at his every action. Whatever she was going to say was lost as he nibbled lightly along the side of her dick, letting his tongue out to lick at random intervals.
“I've been around.” He said in between licks. “Bars and being pushed on your back in some stall comes with the category. I don't think of myself as a coltcuddler if it helps.”
Feeling that her dick was wet enough, Caramel was ready to take it all in. He took in her cock, inch by inch, ignoring her hooves struggling against him and her hips trying to jerk it in too fast. Caramel allowed Applejack to continue writhing against him, trying to get her used to the feel before he moved on. After a few minutes, Applejack calmed down and said a faint sorry. Caramel snorted, his hot breath flowed onto her body and she moaned, telling him to stop playing around.
He swallowed the whole dick and hummed as his free hoof played against its balls. Applejack got louder and louder, occasionally roughly pressing her dick painfully into his windpipe. Changing his position, he moved his hoof from stoking her balls to pressing down on her hips, keeping her in place as he finished this up. Caramel clenched his mouth around the magical cock, Applejack stiffened, yelling something sounding like 'move' before cumming loud and hard into his willing mouth.
The cream flowing into his mouth didn't at all taste like real semen. It was too sweet and fluffy. He kept gulping and gulping, thanking Celestia for his lack of gag reflex at his moment, pleasantly waiting for the outpouring to turn into light squirts. But it kept on going. His throat was getting sore and there was still so much more to drink. Applejack might have been saying something else but he couldn't hear her under the roar inside of his head.
His belly kept on getting bigger and bigger until Applejack pulled him up and away from her still squirting member. Caramel felt limp in her grasp as she pulled him close to her, laying together in a pool of her juices.
“Is that what it's like for boys?” She rambled, running a hoof down his side before pausing to his expanded belly. “It's different but it feels just as good. I think I like it.”
“Yeah, sure.” He mumbled, rolling on to his back and absentmindedly pawing at his expanded stomach. Why was his belly so big? “What the hell. Blow jobs aren't supposed to do this.” He burped as his belly gurgled, rumbling and shifting that made Caramel nervous. He did just inhaled magical plant goo. Mean magical plant goo on top of that.
'I feel slightly full but not quite. Why does that bothered me?' He thought as he closed his eyes and hoped his stomach would settle.
“Hey Caramel, can I try one thing? Can I?” Applejack was already upon him, rubbing her hooves along his trembling hips. His own dick was rock hard and straining to brush against her.
“Are you hard again? Guys don't get it back up that fast. Go drink some water before you hurt yourself.” He groaned, lifting himself up with his forearms to check her dick. Oddly, it seemed different. It was slightly darker and the balls looked even bigger than before. It seemed to strain against Applejack's tan legs as if struggling to claw itself inside of him.
They oughta considered the magical circumstances of fooling around with a mischievous plant in the mix. Caramel felt like his body was trying to tell him something and he'd always been magically sensitive. “I think that your magical dick wants to do something to me...” His belly rumbled and he forgot his point momentarily when Applejack started grinding their two dicks together. “And there's no way I'm letting you take me dry.” He amended.
Applejack, eager than she looked, took off downstairs with that magical dick swinging between her legs practically hypnotizing him from his view. She hadn't asked what to get him so either she knew about lube or at least knew about the intimate details of colt-cuddling and Caramel didn't know what made him smile harder. But in the end, something felt weird in his guts.
His bulging belly gradually deflated back to its normal shape but he still felt something working on his insides. Like a bally of energy curling into the center, gathering its strength to do something. Was he going to get a trick too? Then he felt a wave of hornyness release, spreading through his system. And whatever he was going on about or anything to ease Applejack's entry inside of him seemed unimportant.
Caramel got shakily back on his hooves and stumbled after Applejack, stopping her by the tail and walked in front of her. He bent over, spreading his cheeks wide, his face pleading and panting as he felt the need to be full. “Fuck me.”
“Caramel, what about the-”
“I'm a big boy.” He purred, wagging his ass. “I can take it. So just fuck me, already.”
“Well, you are the expert here.” She snorted, running her hooves over his legs and rear, rubbing little circles and making Caramel hard and wanting for her to get on with it. “Hey... Uh... Caramel, your hole's already lubed and stuff.” Applejack swirled her hoof around his hole, gently stretching it.
Caramel didn't respond. He simply relaxed into her ministrations, waiting for her to hurry up with exploration of his hole. He wanted to be fucked already. He didn't need any foreplay. Whining, he whipped his tail in her face, trying to get her to start already.
“Hold it together, I'm trying to make sure I don't hurt you. I've read books on this. But then again, they were fictional smut books so I dunno...” She chuckled before biting and yanking at his tail, letting a shot of pleasure through his body. “I think that you are ready.”
Applejack guided Caramel to the ground before perching herself on his ass swinging free in the air. He felt a little pain as the head of her cock pushed through the rim of his hole and felt a moan slipping free. “Easy now.” he heard Applejack remind herself, continuing to push the rest of her dick through, finally filling him. He groaned, feeling out of breath as he waited for her to finish.
“Done?” Caramel breathed, his insides adjusting and relaxing to take all of her in. His stomach ominously gurgled. He wondered why but then another wave swept him away and he forgot all over again.
“Done.” She replied, patting his lower half and counting from ten to one. Once she reached one, she pulled out halfway before slamming back into him. He shouted in surprise as he felt her pounding his walls, pushing against the sensitive points inside of him. Caramel felt goo slip out in between Applejack's thrust and welcomed it, pushing against her and trying to rock together. Gritting his teeth as he felt pain and pleasure intermingled as Applejack was just off the mark.
“Ugh.” He wheezed, trying to arch his body to take even more in. Applejack smacked his cheeks, keeping him in place before maneuvering him into another angle and she... She got it. That was the spot.
And that's when things got fuzzy.
They fucked hard and fast. No time for talking or thinking or considering a damn thing outside of this moment. Only sweat got between them and their instincts kept on pulling them along in this heated haze. Towards the end, he wounded up on his back, Applejack still chugging along and his own voice a hoarse unfamiliar cry.
It took a while to realize what he was saying, the blue mist in his head felt nice enough to part just a little to hear what he was saying. It didn't sound that bad at all.
“Applejack,” He continued and then everything went white.
Caramel leaned on his side, cum running freely down his legs. His tail wagged, smearing more of the gunk onto himself, somehow putting him at ease. “I don't want to think about how many showers I'm going to have to get this smell out of my fur.” He muttered, watching Applejack's magical dick unlatch out of her before disintegrating into blue dust.
“Me too.” Applejack agreed, moving to cuddle next to him, hooves smearing more of that stuff on him. “But what am I going to tell Big Mac? He's going to mad at me for letting Granny get loose. She always has her ways about stallions and he warned she'd go nuts on the farm.”
“Equestria was in danger and you were needed by Princess Celestia?” Caramel came up off the top of his head.
“Do you think he'd buy that?” She asked, laying her head into his neck and spooned.
“Isn't that usually happens?” Caramel sighed. “By the way, I haven't been fucked like that in a while. Thank you.”
“Thank yourself, yellow-belly. If you hadn't come, I'd would have stayed here for at least a couple of more hours before I sucked it up and went to Big Mac.”
Caramel went to reply but then his bulging belly gurgled loudly before Applejack rubbed it into silence. Oddly, he still felt the blue mist on the edge of his mind.
“Err... So... How do you feel about strap-ons?” He coughed. “Same time, same place?”
Applejack laughed.
