“So, I guess what I’m sayin’ is… Ya got any work that needs doin’?” Applejack asked, looking oddly nervous as she fumbled at the silver medal around her neck. There were ponies all around her, departing now that the rodeo was over. Though most of them didn’t spare her a second glance, she couldn’t help but feel very self-conscious.
Cherry hummed to herself, blatantly staring at Applejack. She came around from the other side of her food stand, walking in a circle around Applejack as she looked her up and down. Firm flanks, muscular legs, muscles rippling across her back with the slightest motion, and a subtly proud, confident stance. Oh yes, this was a working mare.
“I think so, Hun,” Cherry said, pursing her lips as she gave a satisfied nod. “And after seein’ how ya handled yourself at the rodeo… Well, I’m real impressed, let’s say.” She wore a sly smile on her face.
Applejack couldn’t help but look away, feeling shame as she tried to avoid thinking about it. Cherry was impressed, even though she’d only won second place? Applejack supposed that wasn’t too bad, but still…
“Somethin’ wrong?” Cherry asked, tilting her head curiously.
“Uh, no ma’am, I’m good,” Applejack said quickly, forcing a rather false-looking smile on her face.
“Hmm… Alright then,” Cherry said. “Let me just pack up here and I’ll show ya to ranch. I’m sure I can find somethin’ to keep ya busy.”
As Cherry began gathering up her leftover treats, Applejack decided to get a head start and started helping her out, moving them into baskets and carefully balancing them on her back like she would at home. Her efforts earned her a smile from Cherry, and between the two of them it didn’t take long at all.
“By the way, I’m Cherry Jubilee,” she said. “Don’t think I caught your name yet.”
“Applejack,” the orange mare said, a more genuine smile on her face now. She reached up and bumped hooves with Cherry. “And thanks for takin’ me on.”
Cherry smiled, and to Applejack’s surprise there was something almost… predatory to it. “It’s my pleasure, Hun.”
Applejack looked around the orchard that Cherry had brought her to, a small frown on her face. In a lot of ways it was much like home. Trees to buck and fruit to retrieve. And yet, the fact that they were cherry trees rather than apple felt almost… sacrilegious. Either way, she couldn’t go back home and face her friends and family. Not yet, at least.
She hung her medal on a nearby branch before facing a tree. She’d already arranged the baskets around it, so she just turned, positioned herself, and bucked the tree like she’d done so many thousands of times back home. The tree shook and a cascade of cherries tumbled from the branches, landing in the baskets.
“Well, aren’t you just a catch?” Cherry said, giving Applejack a smile. “I’ve never had a worker who could do it with one buck before.”
Applejack chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck as she tried not to blush. “Lot o’ years spent buckin’ apple trees. It’s not all that different.” Sure does feel like it, though.
“I can tell,” she said, sounding appreciative. She walked over and helped Applejack move the baskets to the next tree, stepping back and watching as Applejack readied herself for another buck.
Applejack wasn’t used to ponies watching her work, but she found that she didn’t mind as she gave the next tree another firm buck, again clearing all the cherries off it without trouble. She grinned to herself at her success, unable to stop her pride from swelling slightly. She might’ve made second place, but bucking trees was something she knew inside and out.
Of course, no sooner had she thought that than she frowned and glanced over at the medal again, hanging from the branch where she left it. It was gently swinging back and forth in the wind, and it reminded Applejack of somepony shaking their head in disappointment.
She suppressed a sigh and continued to the next tree, and the next, and the one after that, Cherry moving along with her and helping her with the baskets all the while. Each tree was cleared with a single buck, and yet Applejack’s heart just wasn’t in it. Her motions weren’t as firm and confident as they were back home, and her sullenness probably showed on her face.
“Alright, hold up a second,” Cherry said, a slight note of disapproval in her tone. Applejack looked up, seeing the mare frowning at her.
“Uh, did I mess up, Miss Jubilee?” she asked.
“No, you’re doing fine,” she said, studying Applejack carefully. “But somethin’s eatin’ at you.”
Applejack mentally swore. “N-no, I’m fine!” she said, trying to look convincing. But of course, Applejack had never been a good liar, and Cherry wasn’t moved.
“Applejack…” Cherry said, a firmness in her tone.
That was all it took. Applejack sighed, deciding she may as well get it off her chest. “Ah only won second place,” she said, nodding toward the silver medal nearby.
Cherry frowned. “What’s the matter with second place?”
Applejack rolled her eyes. “First to lose?” she asked. Cherry cocked an eyebrow in response, and Applejack grimaced. “Ah’m not used to bein’ second best, alright?” she said, looking ashamed. “And… All my friends and family back home, well, they were expectin’ me to bring back the gold, you know? Ah don’t like lettin’ ponies down.”
Cherry’s expression softened, and she stepped forward to rest a hoof on Applejack’s shoulder. “Oh, come on,” she said gently. “I’m sure they’ll understand. A lot of the ponies you were competing with are professionals. Not just other farmers, but ponies who spend every day practicin’ for it. Second place against those folk is a lot to brag about, Hun.”
Applejack shrugged. “Maybe.” She didn’t sound like she really believed it. “Ah just need a while to get my thoughts together ‘n such.”
Cherry pursed her lips. “I think it’s time for a break, anyway,” she said, gesturing for Applejack to follow. “You could use some cheerin’ up.”
Applejack resisted a snort at that. She could try, but Applejack doubted she’d manage to drag her out of her pit of self-loathing. Nonetheless, she obediently trailed after Cherry, who lead her to the impressive ranch house nearby, positioned at the top of a shallow hill near the center of her land.
Cherry let her in, and Applejack looked around. It was certainly bigger than the Apple Family home, but it followed the same design principles. Nice and homey for the most part, although apparently Cherry preferred white and red over the greens, browns and tans of Applejack’s home.
“C’mon, I’ll pour ya nice drink,” Cherry said. Applejack followed her to the kitchen, where she sat down at a sturdy, dark oak table. Cherry walked over to the fridge and retrieved a glass pitcher filled with a bright red liquid. She filled two glasses and then sat down across from Applejack, sliding hers over to her.
Applejack picked it up and took a careful sip. It was a very sweet drink, tasting strongly of cherries. Can’t say I’m surprised, she thought.
“So, what’cha think of my cherry juice?” her new boss said, taking a sip of her own drink. “One of my best sellers.”
Applejack smiled. “Not half bad,” she said, taking another sip. “It’s a nice change o’ pace from apple juice, anyway.”
Cherry chuckled. “Maybe we can do some trading then. Apple juice for cherry juice?”
Applejack gave her a smile. “We can work somethin’ out.”
The two continued to chat for a few minutes, and Applejack found that she actually liked Cherry quite a bit. She wasn’t as… countrified as Applejack, but she was still refreshingly down to earth. A mare more concerned with making ends meet than fashion or books or fame. She reminded Applejack of herself, in a lot of ways.
The two of them finished off their drinks and there was a brief lull in the conversation. Unfortunately for Applejack, that gave her mind time enough to wander. She’d left her medal outside, but it swarm back to the forefront of her thoughts regardless, once again managing to sour her mood.
“You really are torn up about that darn medal, aren’t you?” Cherry asked, startling Applejack.
“That obvious, huh?” Applejack asked, looking a little sheepish.
“Hun, you might as well wear your thoughts on the front of your hat,” Cherry said, a small smile on her face.
Applejack gave a small chuckle, but it didn’t help her mood much. “Sorry about that,” she said. “But… Well, it’s just like Ah said. Not used to bein’ second best.”
Cherry rolled her eyes. “You’re worryin’ over nothin’.”
Applejack sighed. “Ya know, that’s the thing. You’re probably right. But it sure don’t make me feel better.” She snorted and shook her head. “Second place… Might as well be one of the bulls they rode on, for all that’s worth.”
Cherry arched an eyebrow at Applejack, a smirk on her face. “Is that so?” she asked. When Applejack looked up, confused, Cherry continued. “Want me to take you up on that?”
Applejack frowned. “What’cha mean?”
“For me to ride you like a bull,” Cherry said, giving Applejack that dirty look again. The mare was quite oblivious to the fact that she’d been checking her out over the past couple of hours, but Cherry’s tone was enough to get Applejack’s eyes to widen.
“Uh, well…” Applejack blushed, rubbing the back of her head. “Um… Huh.”
Cherry chuckled. “C’mon, ain’t ya ever had somepony ask for a romp before?”
“Well… Usually not that fast…” Applejack mumbled.
“Nothin’ wrong with it, is there?” Cherry asked. “‘Sides, I guarantee you I’ll take your mind off things for a while.”
Applejack was still red, but she at least looked to be considering it. Cherry let her, watching with that tiny smirk on her face. After a minute, Applejack shrugged. “Eh, why not?” she said. “You’re a nice enough mare, and Ah reckon it’s been a while for me anyway.”
Cherry grinned. “Well, you are a catch, ain’tcha?” she said, standing up. Applejack followed suit, still looking rather nervous. While Cherry lead her up the stairs, Applejack’s eye was caught by her swishing tail, moving from side to side just enough to give her the briefest glimpses of her marehood. Applejack couldn’t help but blush at that, but considering what they were about to do, she decided there wasn’t any harm in eating the eye candy.
Cherry was an older mare, probably having at least ten years on Applejack. She wasn’t quite as built, but she was no slouch either; a mare who had grown up on a ranch, but probably hadn’t worked the fields herself in a while. As a result she was a little softer and pudgier than Applejack, but still in good shape. She had to admit that Cherry was easy on the eyes.
“And here we are,” Cherry said, pushing open a door on the right and walking inside. Applejack followed and looked around the bedroom. It was quite roomy, but modestly decorated. Cherry wasn’t a mare with expensive taste, it seemed. Applejack’s eyes were drawn to the bed, full-size with red sheets.
“Nice place ya got,” Applejack said, looking at Cherry with an approving nod. She smiled at her in response, then nodded to the bed.
Applejack trotted over to it. “So, how do you like it, anyway? Fast or slow or…?”
She heard a drawer open then close behind her, along with a chuckle. Applejack sat down on the bed, turned, and was surprised to see Cherry holding a rope, swinging it around lazily as she looked at Applejack.
Applejack blinked. “Huh. So you’re one o’ those mares, then…”
Cherry giggled. “You could say that.”
Applejack watched as Cherry’s eyes roved across her body, drinking it all in without shame or subtlety. She wasn’t a mare lacking in confidence, so Applejack lay back on the bed, spreading herself out for Cherry’s viewing pleasure, a grin on her face. Still, despite her demeanor she had to admit she had doubts. Applejack was aware of more adventurous ways to have sex, but she’d always been pretty vanilla herself. Still, she didn’t suppose there would be any harm in trying.
“So, uh, how do we go about somethin’ like this?” Applejack asked.
Cherry hummed, taking a few steps toward the farm mare. Her gait was bordering on predatory, and Applejack could swear she felt a few hairs on the back of her neck stand up as Cherry smirked at her.
“Roll over on your stomach,” Cherry said, twirling her hoof. Applejack frowned slightly, wondering what she had in mind. She didn’t see any harm in it though, so she did so without complaint, resting her chin on the soft pillow.
“Now, spread your legs for me…” Cherry was practically purring at this point. Even though the older mare hadn’t so much as touched her yet, Applejack was already feeling a little excited. Cherry had a certain tone to her speech that made Applejack shiver with anticipation. At Cherry’s order, Applejack stretched her legs out, lying flat on her stomach.
“Good girl…” Cherry said. Applejack frowned at that; it came across as more patronizing than she was comfortable with, but after a moment’s thought she decided to let it slide. Either way, when she felt the first thick rope loop around one of her hind legs, she didn’t resist, not even when her leg was firmly fastened to the nearest bed post.
“Now, give it a tug for me,” Cherry said, more firmness to her tone now. Applejack pulled at the restraint. She felt it give a little, but not much. “Good. Nice and tight.”
Applejack was feeling a little nervous now, but held herself in place as Cherry walked around the bed, tying her legs to the bedposts one by one, murmuring soft encouragement all the while. She tried to make herself relax as Cherry secured her last leg, leaving her bound and spread over the bed, almost completely helpless.
“Now, don’t you just look like a treat?” Cherry said from behind her. Applejack couldn’t crane her neck far enough to see, but she felt it when Cherry grabbed her tail and lifted it, pressing it to her back and tying a rope around her middle to pin it down.
“How’s that feel, Hun?” Cherry asked, her voice more concerned than sultry this time.
“Well… Different from what Ah’m used to,” Applejack said. She shifted a little, but whichever direction she moved some rope or another would be pulled tight, keeping her in place. There was also a faint blush on her cheeks now, due in no small part to the fact that she could practically feel the older mare’s eyes roving across her nether regions.
“Well, get cozy, ‘cause we’re just gettin’ started.” The seductive tone was back, and she heard hoofsteps behind her. Although Applejack’s head was unbound, she couldn’t turn it far enough to see much besides the headboard in front of her.
She heard another drawer open, and Cherry made her way back over. “Now, just hold still for me,” Cherry said, chuckling at her own joke. Applejack opened her mouth to speak, but was caught completely off guard when a metal bar was pulled into her mouth, leather straps fitting snugly around her muzzle as Cherry pulled the harness around her head.
“Mmph!” Applejack was unable to object as Cherry tightened the leather straps around the back of her head, leaving her muzzle spread open around the bar and herself unable to speak.
“I did say I’d ride ya like a bull, Hun,” Cherry said, sounding amused. Applejack then felt her hat leave her head, much to her annoyance. “Hmm, a little big for me, but I’ll make do.”
Before Applejack could make another ill-fated attempt to speak, she gave a muffled cry of shock when she felt Cherry’s hooves smack down on both her flanks, remaining in place and kneading them firmly. Applejack pulled at her restraints out of instinct, her flanks stinging ever-so-slightly as Cherry rubbed at her cutie marks.
“Mmphmpfh!” Applejack said, somehow managing to make it sound angry.
“Now there’s the fire I like to see…” Cherry purred. Applejack felt the hooves leave her, only for Cherry to smack her on the flanks again, harder this time. Applejack gave another muffled cry, but this time the sting felt oddly pleasurable.
“Oh, was that what I think it was?” Cherry asked. Applejack could just hear the smirk in her voice. Another firm smack followed and Applejack gave another strangled cry… Or at least she tried to. In reality, it was closer to a moan as she she felt that delicious sting in her flanks renew itself.
“Well aren’t you a naughty mare…” Another smack, and Applejack definitely moaned that time, the bit doing little to stop her reluctant sounds of pleasure. It was unlike anything she’d experienced before; the pain was light, fleeting, and yet somehow appealing. Each time Cherry spanked her she felt a new wave of sensation. It was a pleasure she’d never felt before, a delicious sort of pain that was somehow turning her on. Celestia help her… Did she actually like being spanked?
Cherry gave her the hardest smack yet, and Applejack could feel her flanks rippling under the impact, the sharp sting of Cherry’s hooves sending another bolt of that reluctant pleasure through her body. Applejack gave a low, helpless groan that time, her eyes slipping closed as she mumbled incomprehensibly around the bit in her mouth.
“Huh, that didn’t take as long as I thought it would,” Cherry said, sounding a little mocking. Applejack’s eyes opened at that and she growled, yanking at the ropes again. If Cherry wanted to fight for it, she’d get her wish.
Cherry chuckled. “That’s the spirit.” Applejack heard hoofsteps as Cherry trotted away, apparently needing something else to help her play with her ‘toy’.
Without the distraction of Cherry’s firm hooves, Applejack became aware of something she hadn’t noticed before: Cherry had an iron bed frame. Applejack was a strong mare, but even she couldn’t just snap the thick iron bedposts. In other words, until Cherry decided to untie her, she was at the mare’s mercy.
Of course, the more she thought about it, the more she had to wonder… Cherry’s spanking had felt surprisingly good, even with her flanks feeling as sore as they were now. She also noticed that her lower lips felt a little… warm. That familiar tingle was there too, and now that Applejack was paying attention she couldn’t deny that she really wanted Cherry to touch her again.
With a quiet ‘ah!’, Cherry made her way back over to Applejack. The bound and gagged mare could hear her fumbling with something, but she had no idea what it could be. She felt the bed sink lower as Cherry climbed up behind her, slowly crawling her way up Applejack’s back. That was when Applejack felt it; something long and hard sliding up her spine, and her eyes widened as she realized what it was.
“This is one of my favorite toys,” Cherry purred, sliding the enormous strap-on dildo up Applejack’s back. “It’s just perfect for loosenin’ up a new girl.”
Applejack didn’t like the sound of that, especially considering how huge it felt pressed against her back. Applejack was no stranger to penetration, but she could tell that the toy Cherry intended to shove into her was ridiculously big.
“Mmmmph!” Applejack grunted, tugging at the ropes some more. After a pause, she felt Cherry shift, then the harness around her face loosened, allowing Appleback to spit the bit out of her mouth.
“You got somethin’ to say, Hun?” Cherry asked, innocence in her tone.
“Ya’ll better not be thinkin’ about stickin’ that tree trunk of a dildo into me!” Applejack said.
Cherry hummed at that. “Oh, but I promise you’ll love it.”
Applejack snorted. “Ah said no. Either use your tongue or somethin’ smaller, but that thing is way too big.”
Another pause, and the bit was abruptly pulled back into Applejack’s mouth, again muffling her protests. “Let’s see if I can make you change your mind,” Cherry said.
Applejack felt her lick her ear, followed by a light bite that made her flinch. Cherry blew across her moistened ear before sliding back, making sure Applejack felt every inch of the strap-on as it slid down her spine. For one terrifying moment, Applejack thought she was going to use it on her anyway. Instead she moved back completely, removing herself from the bed, but leaving her face right behind Applejack’s exposed marehood.
Applejack tensed as she felt Cherry gently exhale across her moistened lips, the tingling growing a little more intense. A moment passed in silence, and Applejack was wondering if Cherry was just going to stare at it all day until she felt the mare press her lips to Applejack’s inner thigh.
Applejack sighed at the contact. This was something she could do; slow and gentle. She felt herself relax as Cherry planted a second kiss on her other thigh, slowly kissing her way toward Applejack’s tingling, warm pussy. However, just before Cherry would have reached it, she instead moved to the other leg, leaving another trail of kisses, again moving to her marehood… and again stopping just short of it.
Now Applejack was annoyed; what was Cherry playing at? Before she could try to speak again, she gave another strangled cry as she felt another firm smack on her flanks, followed by another rush of hot air against her neglected pussy lips. That warmth and tingling intensified further, a veritable flare of heat within her depths that demanded satisfaction. Cherry’s hooves descended again, and Applejack buried her face in the pillow as she moaned, her rump actually bucking back toward Cherry in response.
“Here’s how it’s gonna be, Hun,” Cherry said, holding her hooves on Applejack’s stinging flanks and firmly kneading the tight muscles. “You can let me rut you with this toy… Or I can sit here and keep teasin’ ya all day.” A pause. “Or we could just quit, but you don’t wanna go back to the orchard all hot and bothered, do ya?”
Cherry was right; she didn’t want to do that. For all of Applejack’s discomfort, Cherry had managed to get her quite worked up, and at this point she was almost willing to do anything.
“You know what I want?” Cherry said, moving up to speak directly into her ear again. Applejack shivered as she felt Cherry’s velvety tongue trace the edges of it. “I don’t just want you to say ‘yes’... I want you to beg.”
Applejack’s eyes widened and she yanked at the ropes, showing her indignation. However, the iron bedposts didn’t give even a little, and her legs went slack after only a couple more tries. Despite her apparent defeat, inwardly she was fuming. Cherry was already being rather pushy, but now she was going to make her beg?
Applejack remained stubbornly silent; not even a muffled word. Cherry hummed at that. “Well, I do like a challenge,” she said at last. She moved back again, sliding most of the way off to bed to stare at Applejack’s rear again.
Applejack gave a muffled moan as she felt Cherry lean in and press her lips right against her moistened vulva, that constant tingle getting a little sharper and the persistent heat flaring up in response. Even better, she felt Cherry’s tongue poke past her lips, slowly drawing a long, sloppy trail of saliva from the top of her slit to the bottom, stopping just shy of her clit.
The feeling of actually having that delicate spot touched was such a relief. It was nowhere near enough for Applejack’s needs, but at least it was something. Another moan made it past her gag as Cherry licked her again, a light, tender little lap that, once again, stopped just shy of that pulsing nub of pleasure.
That was when Applejack’s relief gave way to dread. Cherry wasn’t trying to get her off, she was just upping her game. She was going to drive her so crazy with lust that she’d agree to anything to get off.
Why, she wondered, couldn’t Cherry have just wanted to do things the normal way?
And why, she wondered, was she starting to like it so much?
“Ya’ll feelin’ a little more ready yet?” Cherry asked, amusement in her tone. Applejack remained silent, defiant despite the growing ache in her loins. She might have been utterly helpless before the older mare, but Applejack’s pride refused to surrender without a fight.
Cherry gave her another gentle lick, the tip of her tongue barely even touching her tingling vulva. The heat within Applejack was getting harder to ignore, no matter how much she tried. Even when she tried to distract herself with other thoughts, another lick would take her mind right back to it. Even worse, there was a new sensation now; a desperate, primal need to be filled.
And Cherry had just the thing for it.
Ugh, c’mon now… Ah just gotta last until she gets bored enough to do somethin’ else, she thought.
She tried to sound defiant, even in her own private thoughts, but she could tell her resistance was fading. She could feel her limbs trembling involuntarily, each little tingle of pleasure running up her spine only reinforcing Cherry’s control over her, and nothing she did or anything she thought could distract her from it.
Another lick. Another flare of heat inside her. Another reluctant moan around the gag in her mouth. The tingles danced along her body, weakening the further they went, but making it all the way to the tips of her hooves. She pulled at the bedposts constantly, almost desperate to free herself if only so she could tend to her needs. But Cherry would have none of it, and with each lick, each fleeting feeling of butterflies, Applejack felt her resistance breaking down. Another lick. Another moan. And that was all she could take.
“MMMPH!” she cried, desperate to speak. A pause, and Cherry moved, sliding that strap-on up Applejack’s back, inch by worrying inch. Applejack then felt the bit slip of her mouth as Cherry loosened the harness, letting her pant for breath as she tried to get the taste of the metal off her tongue.
“Somethin’ to say?” Cherry asked. Applejack inwardly cringed at the smugness in her tone. This mare knew what she was doing to her, and it was driving her crazy.
“Ah…” Applejack swallowed. “Ah want you to use that strap-on.”
“Oh? Use it how?” Cherry asked, a teasing tone in her voice.
Applejack scowled, but she fought her pride back down. “On me,” she said. “Ah want you to… Fuck me with it.”
“I’m sorry, was that ‘I want you to stick that tree trunk of a dildo into me’?” Cherry asked, her tone sickeningly sweet.
Applejack only barely stopped herself from snapping at Cherry. Instead, she sighed. “I want you to stick that tree trunk of a dildo into me.”
“And…?”
At this point, Applejack was more desperate than she was angry. “I want you to rut me!” she shouted, hating the need in her voice. Her pride melted away with her inhibitions as the words began spilling from her muzzle. “I want you to rut me! I don’t care how big it is! I need it! Please!”
There was silence, a long, awkward pause as Applejack’s cheeks burned with shame. But she’d managed to say the words, and now all she had to do was let Cherry have her way with her. She probably shouldn’t have been so turned on by the thought.
“Good girl…” Cherry whispered. The bit was slid back into Applejack’s mouth, and that time she made no effort to resist it at all.
She felt Cherry move again, but this time rested on her back, mounting her like a stallion would have, and Applejack flinched as she felt the head of that strap-on poking against her dripping pussy lips. Her desire was so great now; she’d never been more desperate for this. She needed to be fucked, to cum, and if that meant having to take the biggest dildo she’d ever seen, she would.
She expected the mare to begin penetrating her, but she instead took her by surprise yet again. Applejack gave a strangled cry as the bit in her mouth was yanked, causing her head to whip back and her eyes to go wide, staring in shock at the ceiling. It was immediately followed by another dominant strike across her flank, making her tense and moan again. It seemed that when Cherry had said she wanted to ride Applejack like a bull, she’d been completely serious.
“Mmhm!” Cherry said, her voice muffled by the rope in her mouth. Applejack’s head was still held back, and the bit was pulling uncomfortably at her lips and teeth. Of course, her mind was immediately taken off that when she felt Cherry start pressing forward, the wide head of that dildo pushing against Applejack’s lips, the pressure intense and growing by the second.
She felt herself spread, wider and wider, more than ever before until the head of the toy finally popped inside, earning Cherry a strangled cry from the mare she’d pinned below her. Cherry allowed her only a moment’s respite before she gave another firm thrust, pushing another couple of inches into Applejack, who grunted in a combination of discomfort and delight as that primal need within her was finally being dealt with.
Cherry wasn’t going to give her time to adjust. Cherry smacked her flank again, and the sting and feeling of her flesh rippling distracted Applejack until Cherry gave her another firm buck of her hips. She cried out as that strap-on sank further into her, spreading her ever wider. It was so tight that she’d swear she could feel every single bit of that dildo as it sank into her.
She felt Cherry brace herself before pushing harder. This time, rather than a short, jerky thrust, Cherry kept going, forcing it all in with a long, single motion. A long, desperate cry escaped Applejack’s throat, the ropes pulling at her legs as the force of Cherry’s thrust shoved her forward. If it hadn’t been for the restraints it would have pushed her against the wall.
After what seemed like an eternity, Applejack was left gasping for breath as she finally felt the last inch of that dildo sink into her, leaving her stuffed with the massive toy. Her inner walls vainly clenched around it, the hard material not giving in the slightest. As she panted, squirming against the ropes in an attempt to get more comfortable, she heard Cherry above her. She was pressed solidly to Applejack’s back, hips against her rump, her presence and control inescapable as she softly cooed in her ear.
“That’s it…” Cherry said, her voice a sultry growl. She nibbled at Applejack’s ear again, earning a weak grunt from the mare. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Applejack felt Cherry brace herself, then start pulling herself back, earning a low moan from Applejack as that dildo slid against her insides again. There was no give, no gaps at all, and she’d never been so full before. Cherry pulled back until only the head of the dildo was inside her, and Applejack felt almost like her body was confused. She was still clenching, her pussy trying to tighten up, but she’d already been stretched beyond her usual limit. Indeed, when Cherry began to push that dildo back into her, she yielded much more easily to it the second time.
Applejack gave a long, low moan as she was filled again. It was definitely better that time; that deep, primal need had faded a little now, but the tingling and the heat were that much stronger. The toy was so huge that the slightest movement from either her or Cherry would cause it to rub against her inner walls, sending intense shocks of juicy lightning up her spine and down her legs. Applejack couldn’t decide if she wanted to move or not; despite how good it felt, it was almost too much for her to bear.
Cherry pulled back again, the dildo leaving Applejack the easiest time yet. Despite her initial reluctance Applejack found herself missing it, and her moan came uninhibited when it was thrust back in, much faster and more smoothly than before.
“See? I told ya you’d love it,” Cherry murmured, her muzzle still right next to Applejack’s ear. A constant reminder of who was in charge.
Applejack couldn’t argue, and as Cherry continued to rut her she felt herself relaxing, almost going into a trance as the mare above her tended to her needs. There was something oddly liberating about the whole ordeal. Letting someone else take the reins, completely and utterly. Simply doing what she was told, and letting them work. It was unlike anything she’d felt before, and, Celestia help her, some part of her loved it.
Cherry was getting rougher now. With Applejack’s pussy stretched so well, there was much less resistance. She slid out of Applejack with a wet ‘schlick’ each time, only to thrust back in barely a second later. Smooth, hard strokes that would have sent Applejack to her knees had she been able to stand.
Applejack’s pride had long since been forgotten, moaning freely and without shame. Those inescapable sparks of delight were dancing through her body, a cascade of endless sensation that kept her almost paralyzed in ecstasy. The heat within her was so intense now, greater than any she’d experienced before.
When Cherry gave her the hardest thrust yet, Applejack surprised herself when a squeal escaped her throat, a loud, girlish noise that could’ve come straight out of Rarity’s mouth. She felt Cherry pause for a moment, and then give her another firm thrust, flooding her body with that overwhelming sensation again and earning another squeal from Applejack.
Despite her lingering embarrassment, it simply felt too good for her to care. The squealing became more commonplace as Cherry kept fucking her. Harder and harder she slammed her toy into Applejack, pulling her body every which way with the force of her thrusts. At this point the ropes were all that were keeping Applejack in place.
Applejack could feel it coming now, the impending climax that she was so desperate to have. Cherry’s thrusting was rough, relentless, and thorough; her feral grunts and growls only increasing Applejack’s pleasure. She felt a building tightness within her, an almost unbearable flare of heat, and after another hard thrust from Cherry, Applejack came.
Her vision went white as the massive wave of pleasure washed over her, screaming her delight as loud as she could as her entire body writhed, pulling desperately at the ropes that offered no give, holding her in place despite her thrashing. She could feel her inner walls clenching around the toy, fully buried inside her, offering no reprieve. She felt Cherry hold herself still, pressing her stomach hard to Applejack’s back and biting her mane, riding each wave of pleasure with her and enjoying every moment of her ecstasy.
Eventually the climax faded, leaving Applejack heaving for breath, utterly dazed as she went limp. The occasional aftershock racing through her body would cause her to tense up, only to quickly go slack again, muscles soft like butter beneath the mare who had fucked her so thoroughly.
Cherry chuckled. “And that’s why this is my favorite toy.”
She slowly withdrew herself from Applejack, savoring every inch until the toy finally popped out of her, coated generously in Applejack’s marecum. Cherry removed the harness from around her waist, taking off the strap-on as she looked at Applejack’s marehood, satisfaction on her face. It was still gaping wide, leaking remnants of her own fluids. It would tighten back up at some point, but Applejack sure would be sore for a while.
Cherry set the strap-on aside and worked swiftly, while Applejack was still out of it. She smoothly and expertly untied the ropes, Applejack not even seeming to notice as she was freed. Cherry then slid her hooves underneath the mare and flipped her over onto her back. Cherry then tied her back down, pulling the ropes taut and leaving Applejack once more at her mercy.
The farm mare was just coming out of her reverie when she felt Cherry climb on top of her, straddling her waist and sitting upright. Applejack looked up at her, still a little groggy. When Cherry leaned forward and removed the gag from her mouth, she found herself focusing a little more clearly.
“So, how was that, Hun?” Cherry asked, a knowing smirk on her face. At some point she’d removed her golden headband, letting her long red mane hang freely around her face. It gave her a wild and more youthful look. Applejack’s hat was firmly on her head, something that might have rubbed her the wrong way if she hadn’t been so distracted.
Applejack blushed, her lust satiated and shame rearing its head again. “That was… Real nice, Miss Jubilee,” she said. “Probably the best one Ah ever had.”
Cherry giggled. “Good to hear.” Her expression turned sly. “But I think you owe me one.”
It was then that Applejack noticed a warm spot, just under her belly button where Cherry was straddling her waist. The older mare was so turned on at this point that her juices had soaked right through Applejack’s fur. It was enough to make the farm mare feel stirrings of arousal again.
“Well… Reckon I do,” Applejack said with a grin. “How’d you wanna handle that?” Despite the roughness of it all, Applejack couldn’t find it in herself to be annoyed at the older mare anymore. Her stubbornness aside, she had to admit that Cherry had known what she was doing.
Cherry smirked, stood, and the next thing Applejack knew something warm and wet was pressed against her lips as Cherry settled down on her chest. She placed her legs on either side of Applejack’s neck, curled around her head indian-style.
“Well, go on,” Cherry said. “Show me you can use that tongue.”
It wasn’t like there was room for interpretation. Applejack inhaled first, and was momentarily stunned by the strength of Cherry’s musk. It smelled vaguely sweet, surprisingly, and made Applejack feel rather heady. It didn’t take much coaxing for Applejack to stick her tongue out of her mouth, pressing the tip to Cherry’s lower lips.
“Mmm, I needed that,” Cherry said, sounding more content than sultry.
Spurred on by this, Applejack used the tip of her tongue to trace Cherry’s vulva from top to bottom, ignoring her clit for the moment. The taste was distinct as well. Kind of salty, a bit bitter, and yet a hint of sweetness that made it surprisingly pleasant. Suddenly remembering how relentless Cherry’s teasing had been earlier, she decided that she’d return the favor.
Rather than lap at Cherry’s clit or stick her tongue inside, Applejack turned her head slightly, letting her kiss and lick Cherry’s inner thigh. She took her time with that, focusing on that little crook between her groin and leg, so close to her marehood that Cherry had to be feeling frustrated. Applejack switched to the other leg, repeating the action there. She could taste hints of sweat in Cherry’s fur. Salty, and yet it was appealing to her; the result of this mare’s efforts for her earlier.
“Come on, Hun,” Cherry said, the need clear in her voice. She rolled her hips, and Applejack felt her pussy lips smear against her nose and lips, leaving marecum on her fur. It made her want to just dive in, and the thought was too tempting to ignore.
Without further ado Applejack thrust her tongue inside Cherry, feeling her inner walls tightening and rippling around it. She heard Cherry’s gasp of delight above her, spurring Applejack on. She flattened her tongue, giving her more width as she thrust it in and out a few times, tasting Cherry’s fluids on her tongue. After a few more thrusts Applejack pulled her tongue back, long enough to swallow what she had before giving the slit another lick. That time, though, she flicked the end of her tongue against Cherry’s clit, earning her a loud squeal of pleasure and an involuntary buck of her hips. With a grin Applejack repeated the motion, and that time Cherry thrust even harder, actually forcing Applejack’s head back a little.
Deciding to let her cool down a bit, Applejack thrust her tongue back inside, but this time she was rougher. She tried to move it in circles, along the clenching walls inside, thrusting it back and forth. By now Cherry’s hips were moving steadily, slow thrusts against Applejack’s face, keeping her muzzle buried between her legs as she lapped at her all too happily.
“Oooh, you keep that up and you’re gonna get a mouthful.” Cherry moaned, grinding her hips harder into Applejack’s face.
Applejack didn’t find the thought unappealing, so she made no move to stop. She withdrew her tongue again and flicked Cherry’s clit, earning a stronger thrust for her trouble and another squeal, something that brought Applejack immense satisfaction to hear. She delved back into Cherry’s depths, her tongue thrashing within her, thrusting in and out.
Applejack’s face was totally soaked now, thanks to Cherry’s persistent grinding all over it. She could tell Cherry was getting close, her moans and squeals getting louder and closer together. Deciding it was time to finish her off, Applejack leaned back, wrapped her lips around Cherry’s clit, and sucked hard.
She felt the mare freeze for the briefest moment, only to scream and thrash as she came almost instantly, bucking her hips hard, slamming her crotch against Applejack’s face. A rush of her fluids met Applejack’s muzzle and she moved her head again, covering Cherry’s marehood with her lips and allowing her to release all she had into her mouth. Her tongue aching, Applejack let it go limp as Cherry rode out her climax, humping and grinding, filling her mouth, and Applejack swallowing it all as fast as it came.
Cherry’s orgasm came to a shuddering end, the flow of her marecum ending as she panted for breath, and making no move to get off her. She took long enough that Applejack wondered if she was going to ride her face again before she stood up, a couple strings of cum connecting her to Applejack’s lips until she pulled away.
“So, how was that?” Applejack asked, a tired smirk on her face.
Cherry giggled, and her expression was, to Applejack’s satisfaction, a little dreamy. “You’re good, Hun. I’ll give ya that.” She hummed for a moment before grinning. “Think you’re up for one more?”
Applejack didn’t even need to think about it. That familiar heat was back with a vengeance thanks to her little makeout session with Cherry’s pussy. “What’cha got in mind?”
Cherry smirked and sat down on Applejack’s chest. She then slid back, leaving a trail of her juices along Applejack’s stomach as she made her way down Applejack’s body. Applejack’s breath hitched just before she felt Cherry’s clit brush against her own, sending an intense spike of pleasure through her body that made her twist and writhe.
Cherry gave a satisfied sigh, eyes closed as she enjoyed the feeling. “I always did love doin’ this,” she said, opening her eyes to give Applejack a lusty look.
She shifted again, moving to lie down on her back, sliding her legs up along Applejack’s sides and intertwining their bodies. Applejack watched with bated breath, bracing herself for the moment. With a loud gasp and moan, Applejack clenched her eyes closed as she felt Cherry mash her pussy against hers, holding steady for a moment, simply enjoying the contact.
It was short-lived, however. Cherry was quick to begin moving. Rather than the thrusts from earlier, Cherry simply began grinding her hips back and forth, her pussy lips slipping and sliding across Applejack’s own. They were both still very wet from their prior orgasms, and a distinct, wet squishing sound was heard. Applejack moaned carelessly at the feeling. The familiar sensations were there, the tingles and bolts of pleasure, but there was something undeniably intimate about this position that made it even more intense.
Cherry continued to grind against her, their marehoods pressed so firmly together that the slightest motion would send streaks of ecstatic lightning right up Applejack’s spine and to the ends of her hooves. The rutting she’d gotten had been amazing, but this was on a whole different level.
And the best part was that Applejack had enough slack in her bindings to move her hips. She started moving them back and forth, mirroring Cherry’s motions, the mutual movements only increasing their shared pleasure all the more. It became a game for the two of them, both trying to rub their clits together to achieve the strongest sensations, and each time one of them succeeded they would both squeal or moan in utter delight.
Applejack had never felt more heated or desirable in her life. Cherry cracked her eyes open, gazing at her with a look of pure lust, light green eyes smoldering with desire. Applejack found herself unable to look away, even the waves of pleasure from their increasingly frenzied humping and grinding failing to steal her attention. There was a look about Cherry that simply demanded Applejack’s focus, and she was so distracted by it that her orgasm caught her almost entirely off guard.
Applejack cried out in ecstasy as she felt that eruption of pleasure within her, feeling herself clench and relax over and over. Her back arched of its own accord, and she tossed her head back, directing her scream toward the ceiling as her limbs pulled and yanked at the ropes, her body losing control of itself from desperate need to show its delight. The intense waves of sensation kept washing over her, one after another, seemingly endless, and almost more than she could stand. By the time it finally passed, Applejack felt utterly spent.
Cherry had stopped moving during Applejack’s climax, and the farm mare’s weary eyes found her face again. The mare was looking at her with an expression of pure lust, a fire in her eyes. Before Applejack could say anything she began moving again, humping and grinding fiercely, rubbing their clits together.
Applejack was still hypersensitive, and the renewed motions were enough to drag her into another climax. She screamed herself hoarse as she came yet again. That time she was distantly aware as Cherry followed suit, feeling a dampness that wasn’t her own between her legs as Cherry’s marecum coated her lips, mixing with her own fluids in a messy coupling.
This orgasm was shorter than the last, but no less intense. By the time it ended, Applejack was barely even able to move anymore. Cherry didn’t look much better, but that deep lust in her eyes had been replaced with simple contentment. After a few more moments of savoring the contact, Cherry finally slid away from Applejack. Despite her tiredness, some part of her did miss Cherry’s closeness already. Cherry proceeded to untie the ropes holding Applejack in place, but at this point she was too tired to want to move anyway.
Cherry then lay down next to Applejack, turning to face her and placing a foreleg across her chest, holding her close in a loose embrace. Applejack weakly moved a foreleg around Cherry’s shoulders, returning the hug as they both recovered, their breathing slowing as their bodies settled down from their intense coupling.
“Feel better now?” Cherry asked, looking up at Applejack with a lazy smile.
At Cherry’s words her mind immediately returned to the medal she’d left outside, but at this point she was just too tired and happy to bring herself to care. “Yeah, I do,” she said with a chuckle.
“Good,” Cherry said, closing her eyes and snuggling closer to Applejack.
“Might just be the afterglow, though,” Applejack said.
“Take what you can get, Hun,” Cherry said, without opening her eyes.
“Fair enough.”
A few minutes passed with no more words exchanged, the two mares just basking in their shared afterglow and each other’s company. Eventually, however, Applejack had to speak.
“So uh… Are we goin’ back to the orchard or anything?”
Cherry sighed. “Just go to sleep, Hun. We’ll worry about it later.”
Applejack snorted. “Works for me.”
She reached over with a hoof and deftly swiped her hat from Cherry’s head, placing it back on her own where it belonged and pulling it down over her eyes. As tired and content as she was, it didn’t long at all for Applejack to fall asleep, her troubles forgotten for now.
