Liquid Courage

by Journeyman

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Science Fiction, Comedy, Slice of Life, Sex, Human, Applejack
Length: 5364

Applejack underestimates the potency of certain booze and gets a little frisky with one of the locals.

Just sharin' the good ol' Earth Pony Way on some farmin'. 's all it was supposed to be.

Orders aside, these humans are a mite bit strange at times. Flutters is plum tuckered from the flight 'n conked out, 'n all I got ta show fer it is a killer case of somma that insomnia. Mah new gal Sophia says that engineer fella's got somethin' fer that.

'n damn does it burn on the way down.

Hey! Get yer paws offa me! That...! That... Oh, keep doin' that...

TAGS: fPony/fHuman, breastplay, magic fingers, spanktastic flank, lesbianism, stealth sex, boozeboozebooze, cyberpunk goodness, my dumb ass writing dirty talk

Something that was supposed to be a one-off for my Journal that ballooned into a full piece. All because I wanted someone to bite AJ's ass.

Published 2015-08-25 23:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-08-25 23:00:02 UTC

And the Booze Will Flow Like A River

“What is this place?”

It wasn’t too bad a place to say the least. That big bear of a man Henry had led Applejack and Sophia to one of the centermost rings of the... Ring. ‘Boy, that’s gonna be as confusin’ as a Holstein inna Guernsey field after a while.’ Seriously, there were better names to call a building made of ring-like sections other than simply “The Ring.” Most of the people that had inhabited the engineering section had packed up and left for the city or their own quarters, leaving the three of them to explore at their leisure. Well, except Henry. He seemed to know where he was going already.

It was quite the strange turn of events. Hell, Applejack wasn’t even one to even casually entertain the idea of aliens a few years back, let alone meeting one mouth to snout. Of course if one of the gang had to be the one to start it all, it would have been Twilight. Applejack loved the girl like a sister but she attracted far too much trouble for her own good. A few bad spells from some Celestia-forsaken book along with a power-hungry unicorn. Not the first time they had to deal with such a thing, but if one of her friends was a magnet for trouble, it would be Twilight.

One year. That’s how long Twilight vanished and so very many had given her up for dead. At least, until she had ventured back home with a cybernetic leg, a space ship, scars, and an alien boyfriend. The primate Terrans, the feline Korg, and so many others were mixed together in a space-faring collective of races. It came down from Celestia and Luna themselves that their most loyal subjects, Applejack included, would be sent as the first step of peaceful cooperation.

So Applejack and Fluttershy were sent on the space freighter Clementine in order to teach these peoples how farming was really done. This corporation, Organic Corporate Operations, couldn’t say yes fast enough. It was on that ship where Applejack found her two current companions, Henry, and engineer, and Sophia, one of the soldiers sent to escort her.

“Little home away from home. Some engineers set up little getaways so they can settle down during shift lulls or break time,” Henry replied. He carried with him a small red and white cooler, the contents of which were a mystery to her. Sophia seemed to know what it was, as she was practically bouncing with energy with eyes locked on the box.

Henry turned right to a locked door after holding up a keycard attached to the lanyard around his neck. The panel thingy next to the door had its light flip from red to green and it hissed open. That was one of the things she was ambivalent about. The Clementine’s doors always opened for her whenever she needed them. Well, she never needed to go far and didn’t see any other kinds of automatic doors on the ship, but there was something oddly satisfying about doors opening at her mere presence. For those locked doors, why not just have a regular door that she could just push open? Why take the time to fish out a keycard or whatever? Why not just post a guard or something and not have to deal with the possibility of losing the card? What was the process for getting a new one? What was stoppings somepony from literally just kicking the door down and—

On second thought, Applejack decided she hated automatic doors.

The door opened up to some strange office/living room amalgamation. Henry ignored the desks, note boards, and their fancy picture screens and settled onto one of the squishy chairs. The place looked like some hallway that had been retrofitted into a common area. It still had that new furniture smell.

The couch hissed in complaint as Henry sat down. The guy moved pretty quick; he to forget he was a bit on the hefty side. Applejack picked a couch adjacent to him with Sophia plopping down right next to her. “So whatdya got?” she asked quickly.

“Yeah.” Henry had promised a sleep aid and Sophia seemed adamant that he’d deliver. Two days was hardly enough time to know each other that well, but at least they were on speaking terms. Better than those hired guns they’d been traveling with, or that creepy guy with the goggles.

“Classic remedy passed down through generations.” Henry popped the lid off and brought out two glass jars full of a clear yellow liquid. “Alcohol.”

Now there was something she could get behind. Sophia had an identical stupid grin on her face. “Now we’re talkin’.”

Henry pulled some tiny shot glasses out of the cooler and passed one out of each of them. That was all he was willing to pour for them? Applejack asked him such after he finished giving himself a helping, “Can’t find no bigger glass?”

He could only chuckle darkly; either a very good sign, or very bad. “This is homebrewed tharra I bummed off another guy working here. It’s commonly about one-eighty proof, so trust me when I say it’ll end your shit.” Pfft; Grannie’s Apple Bite would make his beard shrivel in impotent shame. “It’s one of those drinks that does age well, however, so once you make it drink it like ambrosia.”

“As if I needed more reason to drink!” Sophia exclaimed. Without a second thought she took her own shot glass and downed the contents in an instant.

“Ahhh...” Whatever Henry was going to say it died shortly after a smile snuck through his magnificent beard.

Sophia just looked smug at the two of them. AJ’s eyes were studying the woman. ‘Wait for it...’

She coughed. For a moment that was it, then she got up and leaned against the wall, succumbing to a hacking fit. “Fuck me with a cactus, that shit burns.”

Henry was laughing uproariously, the sound being eaten by the darkness of the long hallway. After his mirth died down, he said, “Another?”

She gave him the thumbs up.

Well, Applejack’s drinking pride had been challenged. Still, distilled at ninety percent? That would have made a nice mouthwash. With a nice long sigh to steel her courage, she grasped her own shot glass between her hooves, said a silent prayer to the goddesses, and downed the glass in a single gulp.

Just like Sophia, she initially felt nothing. It was pleasantly sweet and had the pleasant aftertaste of lemons. As the aftertaste drifted into her pallet it made her feel like she drank a glass of Granny’s homemade degreaser under the sink.

“Oh, goddesses... give me another.”

And so the merriment continued into the night. The sounds of the structure, a building Henry identified as the Ring, echoed deeper and deeper into the long night. Henry wasn’t as good a drinker as she thought; after five shots or six or seven or something of that tharra junk he was already nodding off on the couch. This new stuff was making things a little hard to judge if she’d be on the good side or the bad side of things in the morn. Alcohol was a fickle mistress. It burned on the way down, but now it started kindling fire in her cheeks and chest.

Sophia had a permanently stupid grin on her face for the last ten minutes or so. It was getting a little hard to pay attention to whatever story she was telling her. “...And so we make the flight back and it’s Halloween. We’re all stuck at the fort and not a costume in sight so we dress up as civvies instead and wandered into town to get fucked up.” Sophia had filched a bottle of some of some raspberry rum from Henry’s cooler and was nursing it ever since. “We got lost—to this day I don’t know how—and we ended up at some dump bar at who the fuck knows where in the middle of Shantytown here. It’s miles into the city so I don’t know how the fuck our dumb asses managed to get that far. We weren’t that shitfaced—least not yet, but it’s still hard to remember that night.”

Sweet Celestia, the woman had a mouth on her when she was drunk. Applejack opened her mouth to ask a question but was overrode as Sophia brandished her bottle of rum and continued the story. “Man, that was one hell of a bender. From all the barkeeps I talked to—here’s a fuckin’ lesson right now, AJ.” Well that was a sudden shift in tone. Within a moment the woman was leaning over AJ’s prone form with a serious look on her face. “Don’t you ever fucking trust a thin barkeep. Ever. A proper barkeep is such a fatass he has to squeeze through the goddamn door everyday. I swear to whatever god you can think of all thin bartenders in Magnasanti are a bunch of lying cunts; one groped my ass, another tried lifting my creds, shitlord three wouldn’t even let us in the bar because we were military. Never. Trust. Thin. Barkeep. Got it?”

Applejack nodded frantically, partly to get Soph off of her and partly because her boobs were suffocating the life out of her. “Shit,” she cursed. Sophia had spilled some of the rum and was attempting to wipe what droplets she could off her shirt. Recognizing it as useless pretty quick, she resigned herself to continuing her story. “The next day, had to ask the bartenders along the way what happened that night. We were hopping from place to place, getting more and more drunk off of everything we could eat or drink. Well, can’t get drunk off of food. But there was this one place were they served this roasted duck and there was some kind of cranberry sauce mixed with brandy and—fuck, who cares. Anyway, we got payed the day before and we were ready and raring to go. Go blow our paycheck to the god of booze, as one should. The night wasn’t the good part, though; we were so fucked up we coulda fucked our own mothers and not remembered.”

By the black gates of Tartarus, if Granny had ever heard such filth come out of her mouth she’d’ve been tied to the bed and given an exorcism. “None of us could remember jack shit about what happened so after we sobered up we shuffled back into the city to find out what the hell happened. That’s when things got from stupid to fucking hilarious. Azor got married twice, in the same building no less. I wish someone taped that shit because I’ve gotta know how the hell he did that; dudebro’s the quietest mofo I’ve ever seen. At our third stop Jamie got on stage and started dancing with the strippers. Arin’Zar, the one guy who was missing at the end of the night, was in jail for setting a car on fire. That bitch Eliza woke up smelling like ass and booze and found two grand in poker chips in her pockets. Sara I’m pretty sure got into an orgy. I, on the other hand, woke up with these.”

Without warning Sophia grasped the hem of her shirt and began tugging it upward. “Hey, hey! I like ya gal but let’s keep it decent here!” Applejack exclaimed. Her words fell on deaf ears as Sophia’s shirt came off. Her generously endowed chest jiggled as her shirt snapped across both teats. Despite sweating bullets and her mouth growing dry at the prospects of watching the woman disrobe, she was thankfully still wearing an undershirt.

Which she promptly grasped the top of and began pulling.

“I got these girls.”

“I’msurethey’reverynicenowputthemaway,” Applejack said in a rush. ‘Jus’ look as Henry’s beard. Yup, that’s drool. Actually, that’s totes somethin’ else. Wha’s that, anyway?’ she rambled in her desperate attempt to look at anything other than the woman displaying some fairly impressive teats. If she could give praise to one aspect of human women, it would be that their breasts were proudly displayed in front of them at all times rather than between their legs. How would Sophia look if that was true for her...

‘Now’s not the time!’ she berated herself.

She felt the warm touch of fingers on her snout as Sophia turned her head to face her. “Really,” she said. “It’s not that bad.” In the low light now, she could see what she had missed in her blushing rush to scoot to the opposite corner of the couch to avoid: Sophia had tattoos. Grabbing the front of her shirt once again, she moved it to the side to expose the two red and gold sparrows proudly soaring atop those bountiful alabaster globes. The detail was actually pretty intricate, down to the minute pinfeathers. “Woulda loved to find out where I got these three from, but no dice.”

Applejack blinked. “Three?” Finally getting up and arranging herself in a semi-comfortable position, she forced herself to look at her friend’s chest. Not that it was hard. Nope, just the two birds, so where was the third?

Whether it was the memory returning to her or the stain of alcohol on her decision-making, Sophia’s blush was in a whole new light now. “Now that one I can’t show you without it being considered sexual harassment.” What, as if flashing her cleavage wasn’t? Not that she minded, but Applejack would’ve liked to be informed before getting an eyeful of eyecandy. Pony teats were only really noticeable when they were pregnant. Humans, at least human females, had theirs on display 24/7. It was like some perv of a god decided these creatures needed a second ass or something to look at.

Her gaze lingered on Sophia’s breasts a little too long, for she had a knowing smile on her face. “I think I might start charging you, hun, if you keep looking at me like that.” She let go of her shirt with a snap and the impact sent a ripple through her chest again. Applejack couldn’t help but gulp a little. ‘Note to future self, if future self remembers this night: don’t take anything from Henry ever again.’

“S-sorry ‘bout that.”

She had turned from the woman for only the briefest moment, but when their eyes connected once again, Sophia was giving her a tender smile. “I’m a little flattered really.” She was kneeling on the couch, leaning forward slightly. The couch might have been on waves for all the back and forth weaving she was doing. Or maybe AJ was swimming back and forth; it was kinda hard to tell.

How did Twilight manage all of this? Damn girl got an alien boyfriend in less than a year. Quite the trick, that was. But Sophia, as much as she liked the gal, has only known Applejack for a smidge past two days. Guess it wasn’t quite the hat trick after all. ‘Must be a human thing.’

Sophia leaned in a little closer, cupping Applejack’s left cheek with a warm hand. She still held that mischievous smile, but there was something more in it now. She ran a thumb across her cheekbone as if memorizing the contours of her face.

“H-Henry’s right there...” Applejack complained, although she noticed her own lack of conviction in getting the woman to stop. It had been quite a long time since she had some R&R. One long year of Twilight up and vanishing, then the funerals, taking care of Fluttershy, and another year of war recovery. The desire to throw caution to the wind and unwind, to buck the looming reaper in the sack and spit on his shriveled stallionhood, was coming strong in the back of her skull. She hadn’t been with a stallion in quite some time. Or a mare, for that matter, let alone an alien. But the chance to have a warm bed to share with another? The chance to forget the hellish past two years, however briefly?

It didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

“He’s asleep, don’t worry.” True enough, Applejack could hear Henry snoring softly like a big ol’ bear parked on the couch. Sophia hoisted a leg over Applejack, straddling her waist. She brought her other hand up and cupped Applejack’s head. “Do you want me to stop?”

As timid as a newborn babe, Applejack shook her head. Sophia gave a delighted squeak, dimples appearing in the corners of her mouth. Henry stirred.

“Shhhhh...” Applejack hushed. Still, a slight smile adorned her own face. “We’ll get caught.”

“Then I better shut us both up.”

And with that, Sophia lowered her head to Applejack’s. Her eyes glinted in the low light and for the first time Applejack saw that they were a bright, deep yellow. Sophia’s shoulder-length hair draped around Applejack’s head, sealing her off from the rest of the world. There was something more to that smile now. The childish playfulness and drunken stupor was tinted with something more. Something primal.

Applejack expected something like a shock of electricity to run through her when their lips met. That was something Rarity’s trashy romance novels often talked about back when she still read them. This wasn’t the hot wildfire she expected, but something else. Sophia’s lips spread the slow, deep heat of magma through her veins.

It ended as quick as it started. Soph just stood perched atop her waist, lust now openly glowing in her eyes. She sat there watching, waiting for her own reaction to the peck, her tongue sampling the taste of the Apple family on her lips. A slight mewl of disappointment ungracefully came from Applejack’s own mouth. Sophia snickered.

Henry snored.

“C’mere,” Applejack whispered. She wrapped her forelegs around Sophia’s neck and forced their lips together. While the first was brief and testing, this one was deep and needy. Sophia’s breasts squished pleasantly against Applejack’s own chest. The drunken haze that once bred mirth and camaraderie among new friends now fueled the passionate desire for another’s touch. Applejack’s own forelegs, grown strong after many a long years on the farm, held the woman fast to the pony, not that she was making any effort to remove herself from Applejack’s presence. Sophia’s own fingers were drifting, rubbing, and caressing everywhere. Across her cheeks, stroking her back, rubbing her spine. She drifted lower, grabbing a handful of flank in each hand and gave a firm squeeze.

Applejack gave a delighted moan as Sophia parted and panted for breath. The redness that once tainted her cheeks was spreading everywhere now. Her friend’s chest heaved as she panted for breath.

“Still don’t wanna back out?”

“Not a chance.”

Sophia’s responding laugh quickly died to a small wheeze; Henry had stirred. She eagerly dove back in for more. Unlike before, this time she aimed for the throat—quite literally. She nipped at the tender flesh there hard enough to make Applejack bite down on her foreleg to keep quiet.

“Ya have no idea how much ah needed this, sugah...” Sophia rewarded the compliment by moving back up for another kiss. After a brief moment of electrifying contact, something pressed against her lips, requesting entry. Applejack opened her mouth to grant Sophia access and thus the dance began. She was needy, but no aggressive, slowly stroking Applejack’s own tongue with her own. Applejack gave a pleased grunt into her mouth as Sophia’s hands continued to drift everywhere. So slight and sensual, each digit teasing and caressing her strong back and toned thighs. She must have had a thing for her ass as her grip returned to Applejack’s flanks and began kneading the supple flesh.

It seemed her blood was having trouble deciding if it wanted to flood her cheeks or go straight to her crotch. Already she could feel herself becoming so wet it was running down her thighs and into her tail. Sophia was giving her own symphony of coos and moans in between kisses. Soon enough a hand entangled itself in the fur on her chest. Sophia drifted through the pale tuft of fur on her stomach until she wrapped a pair of fingers around her left nipple and squeezed.

“Ahhhh..” It was already out of her mouth before she could stop herself. Henry snorted loudly and stirred. He had fallen asleep staring blankly at the ceiling, and so wasn’t looking at them directly, but their eyes had adjusted long ago to detect that he was moving.

“Quiet,” Sophia mouthed, but it wouldn’t have done any good. Sometime during the passion Sophia had shifted her shirt to reveal one of her proud breasts and was proceeding to twerk the nipple. Given that and that they were all over each other and Sophia looked like she was rearing and ready to go wrist deep into Applejack...

This... would be tricky to explain.

Sophia looked like a deer caught in a headlight as Henry moved... and stilled. Applejack had stopped breathing altogether. Judging by the way Sophia’s own considerable chest had also ceased its activity she must have thought the lightest intake would have brought the entire complex down around them. A minute had passed and he hadn’t moved any further. Somewhere deep in the facility, machinery seemed to continue its low rumble now that the danger had passed. Applejack sighed in relief.

“You’re a screamer, aren’t you,” Sophia whispered. She scooted back off Applejack’s waist and eyed her as she laid splayed across the narrow couch.

“Jus’ a little pent up is all.”

“I can tell.” Sophia’s eyes were on Applejack’s crotch where she was no doubt flowing like a river. She could feel herself winking.

“Holy shit, it moved.” Sophia leaned in closer. Applejack felt herself flex a little. “Holy shit, you gotta teach me how to do that...”

“Well, you have some work to do first, girl.”

She sniggered back, keeping half an eye on Henry. Slowly, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it agonizingly slow across her creamy, smooth skin. Oh, she was gorgeous. Just like before, her shirt caught her breasts and caused them to bounce pleasantly once released. She cupped her breasts and rolled the nipples under her fingers.

“You like?”

“Ya could prob’ly feed mah farm with those.”

Sophia thumped her chest playfully and began to draw swirls in the soft fur. “I suppose I could just put them away then. She reached for her shirt.

AJ didn’t even give her the chance as she got up and embraced the woman. She was still considerably smaller than a full grown human, but indulging herself seemed to be what Sophia wanted anyway. She hugged her forelegs around Sophia’s back, took one magnificent breast into her mouth, and began sucking and nibbling as she saw fit.

The tables had turned. Even though Sophia had used her size to pin Applejack down before, now she had to contend with a pony latched onto her breasts like a babe. Now she was the one in control while the human hissed and bit her lip in order to not wake up their mutual acquaintance. “Applejack...” she hissed through clenched teeth.

She smiled as she switched breasts and lavished that one with affections. Soft moans mixed with the exquisite taste of her skin. She tasted like sweat and various soaps garnished with a crippling amount of alcohol. Oh, how she was going to regret this in the morning. The likely hangover-induced amnesia, anyway; listening to Sophia melt under her touch was something she wanted burned into her mind forever.

Not feeling like being left out, Applejack maneuvered herself to lean against Sophia’s kneeling leg and thrust her sopping wet cunt against the course material. Sophia twitched at the contact but did not shy away. Soon Applejack felt Sophia thrusting herself in harmony with her, grinding into each other’s legs. At the peak of her thrust her clit smashed against her leg and caused her to moan wildly into the tit in her mouth.

It was an uncomfortable position to be sure and her legs began to ache and protest as she grinded her pussy into Sophia like she was some kind of hot-blooded sex toy. The constant assault and Sophia’s working her up was taking its toll on her ragged body. Sweat, slapping bodies, and the silent panting of needy bitches in heat clouded her senses as the oncoming orgasm began rushing towards her like a freight train.

Sophia once again used her larger size to gently lay Applejack on her back. Her arms cradled her like a newborn babe; it was only fitting that she was suckling a nipple. One arm curled around her head like a gentle mother. The other once again brushed the hair on her stomach down towards her most sacred of place.

The woman’s touch was eager yet gentle. For a moment Applejack whined as Sophia stopped grinding her leg against her dripping snatch only to coo excitedly as a delicate hand started circling her netherlips. Applejack could feel her thumb tracing up her slick sides towards her hyper vigilant clit… only for Sophia to circle around and travel back down the other side.

Applejack almost bit her tit out of frustration. Release the massive mammary, she moaned, “Please don’t tease me…”

Sophia giggled like a girl realizing she wasn’t about to get caught doing something stupid. “Why? You’re just too fun.” Licking her luscious lips, Sophia leaned down to meet Applejack in a wet, needy kiss. The hand on the back of her head forced her to smash their lips together at breakneck speed. Their tongues did their dance, only this time there was no gentle rhythm. Now there was just wanton need tinged with the burning taste of alcohol. Sweaty, naked skin rubbed against her velvety coat. Sophia herself had pinned one of her own hindlegs to the couch and was humping it like a mad woman. She could swear she felt a damp patch of fabric running against her coat. Applejack could almost taste the woman’s lust in the air and, oh, how that got her motor running.

It was a good thing Sophia had kissed her; Within moments of their tongues caressing each other, a single digit entered her depths. Applejack screamed in delight. In some craven part of her mind she hoped Henry would wake and see them going at it like horny sluts. The thought of being watched, at first a turnoff, was now unbelievably erotic to her now. Sophia curled her finger slowly and began rubbing along the vaginal wall. Applejack began bucking her hips in time with each stroke. Soon it became enough that she couldn’t even hold the kiss and parted, panting and moaning endlessly.

Sophia added another finger as she dotted kisses along her jaw and throat. Applejack could only wrap her forelegs around Sophia’s neck and desperately encourage her to finish her task. Henry waking be damned; Sophia was going to finish her off no matter what. A third finger entered the fray. After finding a particularly pleasurable spot deep within her Sophia did little else but stroke it in circles again and again.

It was coming; she could feel it. Her inner walls were beginning to contract. Sophia’s hand was almost completely frictionless with the amount of girlcum she was spilling. “I’m…”

Sophia let go of her neck and took a deep breath, probably having forgotten to breath in all of the excitement. She let her thumb in on the action, still coming achingly close to her clit. “Come on, AJ,” she said hungrily. All she did was watch her with an enraptured expression on her face. “I want to watch you come.”

Something about that raw desire was enough to snap the tension. Applejack quickly brought a hoof to her mouth and bit down hard to stop herself from crying out and waking her friend as the rush of pleasure burst through her veins. Spurt after spurt of her sweet nectar soaked Soph’s hand. Trying to stop herself from moving proved futile as she bucked her hips again and again against the intruding hand to ride out the pleasure.

Barely after her first orgasm had even begun, Sophia finally put her out of her misery and stroked her clit with her thumb. The second orgasm came immediately after the first and all she could do was writhe and moan as she rode out her orgasm. Sophia held her gently as she came with a delighted coo as her hand was saturated in pony cum. AJ wanted to say something, maybe even a thank you, to the smiling woman above her. Her hypersensitive clit was starting to hurt with the onslaught of attention. She shook her head hoping she understood, and then felt the slick and pleasurable sensation of those delightful fingers exiting her vagina.

Sophia dutifully waited for Applejack to calm down, for which she was thankful. The obvious show of her cleaning her fingers off with her tongue was a nice touch though. “Yer hopeless,” she whined affectionately.

“And you love it,” she said after one long, sensuous stroke of her fingers. Applejack felt the hot coals of arousal rekindle as a dollop of her juice fell from her hands and splattered against her wonderful tits. Damn human woman and their stupid, sexy breasts.

“And because I’ve been waiting to do it for some time…” Applejack was happy with being given a moment to recover, but without a word Sophia closed Applejack’s spread legs, folded them to the side, and bit her cutie mark.

“Ow!” Despite the flash of pain the recent romp made her feel a spike of pleasure with the pain.

Sophia licked the bite mark slowly. It didn’t feel like she broke the skin, but some part of Applejack wanted her to. “Just marking my territory.”

“What am I? A plot of land?”

Sophia smacked her bite mark. “Don’t have any seeds to grow but if I did I would plant me some flowers in a heartbeat.”

Applejack chuckled slowly, unable to muster the energy to give the gal an affectionate kick. Sophia got off Applejack after giving her now wet boobs a pleasurable squeeze. After sitting down she fidgeted slightly before groping her own ass. “Shit, almost forgot. I was supposed to give these to you. You got your room keys, but not your IDs.” After a moment she fished to lanyards out of her pants. It took a moment for Applejack to recognize her own and Fluttershy’s faces as she was staring at the damp spot between Sophia’s legs.

She must have had the same idea. “But that can wait a bit. It’s rude to leave a girl hanging.”

Applejack nodded. This was a favor she was more than willing to repay. “I’m gonna make you scream like a li’le filly with a colt’s fresh cock lodged up her virgin cunt.”

“Look forward to it babe.”

And with that Sophia tossed the IDs on the table and unbuttoned her pants.

The two IDs collided with Henry’s empty glass with a light thump, but it was enough to push it towards the edge of the table. Applejack could see Sophia tense up to catch the cup but it was too late. They both watched in horror as it spun once more before falling off the table. Miraculously it didn’t shatter to piece but the shrill ting! felt like a slap to the face.

Henry’s snoring stopped and he twitched. He inhaled a great, bearlike yawn and prepared to get up.

The two girls could only look on as fate prepared to screw them both up the ass with a sandpaper condom. Sophia with her titanic titties on display and a moist patch between her legs. Applejack completely drenched in sweat and fluids still leaking between her legs. And she just realized she’d at some point lost her hat.

‘...Shit.’

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