Grazing Saddles

by Frocto

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Other, Romance, Silver Spoon, Comedy, Adventure, Violence, Sex, Anthro, Main 6, Diamond Tiara, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 28662

An AU setting first-person story featuring Applejack. Applejack becomes embroiled in a conflict between ponies and buffalo.

An AU setting first-person story featuring Applejack. Applejack is a travelling saleswoman who wanders the Equestrian dust bowl. She breezes into Appleloosa one day and soon finds herself embroiled in a conflict between ponies and buffalo. The story catalogs her rise from a wet-behind-the-ears filly to the big, bad sheriff of the town who gets her own back.

Published 2015-09-21 13:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-11-21 16:16:05 UTC

Applejack Arrives In Town

Author's Note

Applejack has a tough time of things at the start! If you're concerned about what you're getting into reading this, mouse over the spoilers: I have kind of a "rags to riches" arc planned for this story, with AJ's rise to power and her inevitable Scarface/Goodfellas-style downfall at the end. If it comes across as her being a helpless doll who gets bullied around by buffalo, I should make it clear she's gonna get them back just as bad in chapters to come.

Applejack Arrives In Town

The name’s Applejack. I'm the embittered, roughshod, tough-as-nails sheriff of this here li'l town of Appleloosa. I’m a real bad bitch who'd just as soon look at you as I'd fill you fulla lead!

T’weren't always the case, though. Most folks wouldn't think it lookin' at me, but I used to make my livin' as a happy-go-lucky Apple-sellin' pony representing the fine folk of the Apple Family round Ponyville way. I was young and fresh-faced back then, looking at the world all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and thinkin' it was lookin' back at me all same-like.

Well, if you been living out here for any stretch of time, I ain’t gots to tell you that the wild frontiers of Equestria can change a mare. I used to cover up this body all sensible, gettin' about in shirts what actually covered my midriff and kept this huge, swingin' orange bosom tucked away all neat'n'tidy. I didn't use to feel the need to fill out the tightest, smallest little pair'a jean shorts I could find either, so brief and wispy around the spot twixt my thighs you could tell at a glance if I hadn't shaved last night. Nowadays, seems like the largest amount of fabric I wear is this simply beautiful Stetson up top, spurred boots and the twin pistol holsters on mah hips.

Reckon I didn't use to be so big and strong neither, but I got the buffalo to thank for that. It'd be wrong to say I weren’t mighty powerful already before I came out here to Appleloosa, able to out-wrestle damn near any stallion in Ponyville, but when your full-time job demands risin' with the sun with lead in your hand for a full day of ridin', fightin', shootin', fuckin' and even killin' if I gotta, you better believe you either buckle under the stress or you get a body like a lethal weapon, yesiree.

And before you ask, bucklin' ain't an option. Not when Appleloosa is leanin' on me harder’n I did them apple trees back home when they was at their ripest! That’s about as apt a metaphor can get: I can just feel about feel those hooves on my back, day-in, day-out. If the day comes where Sheriff Applejack ever caves in under the strain, I reckon everyone from the town preacher to the school marm better have a back-up plan, 'cause this two-bit town won't survive long without the big irons on my flanks.

So you might be wondering about how this story of an innocent filly's fall from grace came about? Well, if you gots the time to spare, why not put your spurs up, sit for a spell and listen to the story of how a good apple turned bad.

It all began back when I was deliverin' a cartful of our finest apples to way-out Appleloosa. We Apple Family folk always played with our cards close to our chests; we kept our family recipes'n'secrets closer'n the town drunk keeps his moonshine, so we're always fixin' to make a killing from the rural locations roundabouts. My first mistake was deciding to make the trip alone, and you could have said my second mistake was in makin' the trip at all! See, Chief Thunderhooves and the folk of Appleloosa have an approximation of an understanding in that the ponies stay out of the buffalo's way and don't get too attached to their property, and the buffalo... Well, they got the better half of that deal, let's put it like that. Most ponies clock in at around six feet tall a-piece, with whatever muscle and meat they can get up on their frames, but those buffalo men are somethin' else entirely! They're like demons straight outta Tartarus, and even the shortest come in at eight or nine feet. Thunderhooves himself I reckon is almost twice you're regular pony's height, and weighs as much as four or five of 'em!

They're all like that. Gigantic, glossy-skinned brutes who can't so much as cross a street without piles of muscle shiftin' under their thick, near-bulletproof skin and hands that can fit your whole head comfortably into the palm. Like a race of giants muckin' around with the tiny folk, the buffalo steal and bully and brutalize anypony who so much as sets a foot wrong, and that's just how it's always been. They're the diners and the ponies of Appleloosa were the food, s'just nature.

The people all looked to Sheriff Silverstar to put a stop to it, but he and the mayor didn't so much as lift a finger to prevent nothin'. So you can imagine how things got off to a rollickin' start that morning: there I was, happy little Applejack, comin' up under the big "Welcome To Appleloosa" sign and down Main Street without so much as a care in the world, not knowing that not only was a buffalo attack on the whole dang town just minutes away from droppin' on top of me, but that the damn high-falutin' sheriff was planning on just standing by and letting it all unfold like he didn't give a hoot who got hurt! It was a right powder keg of a situation alright, but back then I'm almost grateful to old Silverstar. If things hadn't played out how they had, well... I wouldn't be wearin' this shiny Sheriff's badge nowadays, now would I?

But I expect you're eager to hear about what happened next, ain'tcha? Well just hold yer horses, I'm getting there!

So there I was, like I said, standin’ in Main Street with the sun just about beating me into the ground! There ain’t no summers like Appleloosa summers, and I was starting to feel mighty sweaty around the armpits and under those biceps, like a whole river were tryin’ to vacate my body through my pores. Picture me there, in thick jeans that did more’n their fair share to proudly portray mah Pony posterior, raisin’ those cheeks mightier than any barn this side of Ponyville. I had on a long-sleeve tartan shirt that was fit to burstin’ with the bounty the Titty Breezies had saw fit to gift me with and, of course, my trademark Stetson that I’m sure I ain’t gotta tell you was perched on my head! Yesiree, I mighta changed more’n I like to admit over the years since I took up my station here, turnin’ from a good little missy into the kind of head-turner your mama warned you ‘bout, but I kept two things with me: my integrity, my Honesty, whatever darn thing you wanna call it... And my hat. That’s the bonafide Applejack hat you all know and love! The day one of’m leaves me, I’m sure the other will follow right after.

Even dressed sensibly as I was, it was hard to cover up this much woman... ‘Specially one who’s built like a brick shithouse. Which I am. Heheheh.

The first sign I had that something weren’t right was the whoopin’ and hollerin’ of a whole lotta voices down the way and the sounds of gunfire. I set my wagon down and scooted into cover from where I could better survey the situation, just in time to see no less than three young buffalo bulls come racin’ down the road, firin’ pistols in the air and just making all sorts of a commotion! To this day, I’ll never forget the profile those tempting young brutes were puttin’ on for us ladyfolk, wearing not much more than the bare minimum to keep decent and just lettin’ all that sun-kissed goodness kinda... Well, you know what I mean! It was all on display like we was in a Spaghetti Western novel written by some young girl who’d let her hormones get altogether too far ahead of her! And those boys was big, and I don’t mind saying my heart mighta just throbbed a little under different circumstances.

But they was causin’ trouble, so I just tried to keep calm and keep my head down. Sure there was a posse of ‘em, but it wouldn't matter none if I jus' kept outta sight 'til they was gone, sold all my apples off, then got the hell outta Dodge while the gettin' was good!

That's just what I was thinkin' to myself when my plans got a little kink in 'em, which was very well 'bout to turn into a big fat one! See, there I was, crouched down outta sight, when I saw one’a them big fellas disappear into the town's waterin' hole and emerge jus' a few seconds later with a lady under each arm! It were quite the sight, and the way that big, broad-shouldered ruffian man-handled those ponies was one I wouldn't easily forget!

Those girls was dressed prettier than a pair'a 20-bit whores, or one 40-bit one! The first of 'em was a pink-fleshed saloon gal with cream-whip hair that looked tastier'n ice cream on a hot day. She had that kinda desirable way about her that'd seen some ornery cowpoke coughin' up big time to let her nethers have a slow, leisurely guzzle of his milk... A real upper-class bitch and no mistake. She was wearin' a big ol' red dress with no shoulders to speak of, but plenty of ass'n'titty to make up for it! Under different circumstances, I might've even paid for a roll in the hay with 'er.

Her cutie mark was a Tiara, plain'n'simple. Like I needed any more reason to believe she was upper crust! Must be some minin' magnate's daughter who'd skipped out on daddy one day to party and whore in equal amounts.

T'other was all grey skin and white hair, lookin' a little monochrome next to that bubblegum-flavoured piece of ass. She was in black dress and white gloves, lookin' more she was getting ready for a funeral march than tuggin' some Tom, Dick or Harry till their one-eyed serpents coughed up a big, smelly load! Her cutie mark? Some sorta fancy spoon with a love-heart in it.

But make no mistake, they was both built like bitches and in this desert, men settle for far less. Most stallions would just as soon stick it in the livestock after bravin' the desert and livin' to tell the tale, but these two were fine flesh and no mistake! Those buffalo were gonna have a field day with these honeys.

Of course I found out later these two were the town’s resident saloon sluts, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, but you prob’ly already knew that, didn’t you? I seen the looks you’ve been givin’ ‘em since we settled down for this little reminiscence. I feel like takin’ a little break to whet my whistle, so why don’t you go toss ‘em a few bits and see how deep you can get your wood inside. I’ll wait.

Welcome back. Hope you found ‘em hospitable, haw haw haw. Now whereabouts was I?

The buffalo hauled 'em out into the middle of the road and deposited both cuties in the dust for just about all the town locals to see. I don't mind sayin' I was scared to my core, seein' those swarthy brutes crowding around two innocent little mares, and still with not so much as a whiff of the town sheriff to report! I'd later find out what an indecent little maggot that fella was, 'cause he'd been hiding in the sheriff's office while all this was going on, but at the time innocent little AJ figured he was right on his way any second now! Might've explained what I did next a bit more clearly.

One by one, those big, intimidatin' buffalo began dropping pants. It was like they'd all suddenly got the same rash or somethin', but nevertheless, me, Tiara and Spoon had quite the sight to feast our peepers on! Those cocks... They were big! Bigger'n any I've ever seen, and as those pants came down and down, I swear they'd have to run outta more flesh to reveal sooner or later. Like, they gotta be reasonable.

I watched one fella lean over forwards slightly, settin' that python to wobbling back and forth between his legs. Every time I found myself thinkin', "Alright, now this HAS to be the last inch of that monolith," he'd pop a few more out like it t'weren't nothin'! It just kept goin' and goin' and goin'... And then when that head finally fell out of his pants, it set the whole veiny shaft wobbling drunkenly from side to side, tossin' the hammer-shaped head this way and that. What a grotesque, oversized posse of big hard buffalo cocks I suddenly found myself lookin' at!

My nethers did a little wince outta sympathy for those two ladies as I realized what was ‘bout to happen. At that moment I thought I'd rather die than have one of those pipes laid in mah unmentionables!

Tiara, bless her soul, actually began to rise on shaky feet, yellin' something or other about how she weren't gonna do it, how she'd rather die, and that certainly raised a stink amongst those monsters loomin' over her! The one I surmised at the time was their leader by his larger headdress and his bigger muscles set in a broader back, actually hefted his pistol and pointed the barrel right at her, shuttin' one eye as he sighted down the barrel. Spoon shrieked, and then...

And then I went and got my fool self into some trouble, now didn't I? I don't even look back on it and think I was a fool, even after everything that's happened since then! You give the ol' Buffalo Rider the chance to go back and make that choice a thousand more times, I'd choose the same one every time, 'cause life is durn precious out here in Appleloosa-way. You don't snuff it out so long as there's a way to keep on carvin' out an existence, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

I puffed up my chest as big as I could, then I turned it all into a great, toothsome howl that seemed to travel the whole length of the street, just about knockin’ them buffalos off their feet! “You get your filthy hands off’a that girl, you damn dirty buffalo!” I clenched my fists and grit my teeth. I ground my hooves into the dirt. My heart was poundin’ behind my eyes, making it hard to think about anything but puttin’ a stop to this right here and now!

Now some’a y’all might be thinking right about now I’m some kinda greenhorn who’s a bit wet around the ears, and that this is the West and I should’a let it slide. And you know what I say to that? That’s horsefeathers and nothin’ but! I’m the kinda gal who can understand a fella might get a little rough with a saloon gal, but you ain’t ever in the right so long as you’re pointin’ a loaded firearm at an unarmed lady. At the very least, you gotta give her somethin’ she can shoot back!

So there I was, standin’ in main street opposite them horny buffalo, all holding loaded guns. I’m lucky to still be alive today, talkin’ about all this. Not that that’s the worst situation I ever been in, in the last year, not by a long shot! Heck, nowadays that’s about my typical Tuesday, haw haw haw!

That big one in the middle spoke up in a voice as thick and gravelly as the cracked earth 'neath our feet, "You got a death wish, Missy?"

Now, you listen real close to what I'm about to tell you next, alright? I had a moment there all to m’self, where time seemed to get all slow-like, and it gave me plenty of time to chew my cud.

We fine upstanding folk who identify as "law-abiding", we sometimes like to talk a lot about "society" and "order", and how it all boils down to the reckoning that's its mutually beneficial for us all to not raise no fusses and just git along. That's why we do silly things like elect governments, or put our trust in soldiers'n'gubmints and whatever other things, 'cause we don't wanna be watching our backs every durn minute, now do we? Folks gotta let their guard down sometimes.

But I didn't see a lick'a that in those buffalo's eyes. They was wild and angry at the world, angry at me into it as well I bet. It just about gave me the willies trying to look into their eyes and see something like a single solitary scrap of mercy, but it just t'weren't there. They'd rather up and die than live by someone else's rules, and they certainly weren't gonna listen to no big-boobied pony lady just 'cause she'd raised her voice. It wasn't just painted on their faces, though: all those dicks big as a horny schoolgirl's wildest dreams rose up a few more inches till those fleshy heads were pointin' at the sky, and the veins mappin' 'em got even thicker and more pronounced. Their balls were churning up fresh loads faster'n I could spit and I was sure they had my name on 'em. I might'a saved Spoon and Tiara from becomin' their spunk-spittoons but only because I was linin' up to be the replacement trough!

Now some folks have it in their heads that relationships between stallions'n'mares are all hunky-dory most of the time and nobody ain't got nothin' to worry about. Some particularly cotton-headed young folk might even go so far as to spout some damn fool nonsense like we's made for each other! They's got a pole and ladies got a hole, they figure, so long as we keep that in mind, we'll all get along, right?

Well, if you'd tried to tell me that at that moment, when I was starin' down those massively-muscled, excessively-endowed buffalo with their big-veiny womb-proddin' dicks swayin' in the wind, I'd have as good as told you you been in out in the goldurn sun too long, fella!

My little pussy felt as jumpy as a white-tailed jackrabbit, twitchin' like mad, movin' faster than ever. The meat was relaxin' and extendin' with each breath, like it was prey just waitin' to get pounced on by its natural predator: the penis!

We was enemies: at that moment my pussy felt less like it was made for giving fellas a good time and more a scared little animal they was huntin’!

My pussy's goal was to stay innocent. It didn’t want to get penetrated, so why did it feel like I'd gone and painted a big, pink target on myself? They was plannin' on raw-dickin’ me but good, and there was only gonna be one winner today. If I gave 'em an inch, they'd take... Lord above, I couldn't even guess how many they were packin'. Anything from 12 to 14 to even more! I was sure as dick-dizzied just thinkin' about it!

You ever seen a smith workin'? Used to be one around my family's home when I was growin' up. He'd take that iron and heat it up good and proper, till the metal was glowin' red hot! He'd do whatever work he needed it for, then when he was done, he had a big, leaky steel tub of water to douse it in. You slide that pole on in and there'd be a great noisy hiss and the room would fill up with all the steam comin' off of it as it cooled back down to room temperature! The way them buffalo was lookin' at me now I couldn't help but be reminded of that pole so red-hot it were glowin', in more ways than one! Those dicks of theirs were hot... Boilin'! Flamin'! The look on their faces said havin' their plus-sized cocks weren't just uncomfortable, it were downright irritable! As I saw just how dire their need for relief was, I almost felt sorry for ‘em! Those fellas had stingin’ red dicks and they needed to douse 'em good!

Course, the only thing they had on hand was me. Sweet little Applejack had a wet, creamy, oh so soft and gentle pussy nestled twixt her nethers that would promise to suck out all that heat with its cool, cool folds. I'd never felt more vulnerable in my whole dang life than when they all fixed me with them lustful gazes. Would there be that same big cloud of steam when they stuck 'em all in my oh so gentle and invitin' honey hole? I wonder...

I realized I’d been standin’ there silent for some time, and I forced myself to speak.

"... Naw, it ain't that, pardner. I was actually jus' thinking to myself that you're fixing to make a very big mistake by pumping that cute little pony fulla lead, now ain't'cha? It's one thing to cause a ruckus fellas, but I reckon you oughta just put the six-shooter back on your hip and make yourself scarce."

I musta thought I was getting through to 'em enough that I didn't see those nasty grins splittin' their faces. I just put my hand on my thick-ass hip and kept on goin', getting myself into deeper trouble all the way. "If you can manage that, you might be able to skip outta town afore the Sheriff gets wind of all this and strings you boys up to see how well you dance on air. Understood, fellas?"

Round about the time they all started laughin', it occurred to me I might've made a misstep in the grand scheme of things.

He did put the gun away, to my credit. Then he nodded to those other two buffalo and they were on me in a split-second, eating up the yards between us. People talk about how "suddenly he was on top of me," or the like, but it weren't like that. I could see them take away every inch between me and them in horrifying detail, like time had slowed down, but there just weren't nothin' I could do in time. I tried to move, but my boots suddenly felt like they was fulla lead.

I must’a looked funny as I turned away from 'em, mouth pulled back in an animal cry and my eyes wide as dinner plates, but it only lasted a second before hands hit me like lead weights and I was thrown underneath 'em. It was like bein' struck dead-on by a stagecoach.

For a good, long moment, the lights behind my eyes went completely out. I reckon I lost consciousness for a good five, maybe ten, seconds and when I came to one'a them scruffy bullies was holdin' me up by the collar, yankin' on the back of it so much my shirt was diggin' into my chest. I think I already mentioned to y'all I ain't a small girl up top... In other words, I got more tit up top than one of those bird-watchin' expeditions, haw haw.

So when he grabbed me by the back'a the collar and yanked, let's just say certain portions of Apple-flesh kinda settled in ways that be a mite bit unsavoury for the eyes of young'uns. All that bosom had nowhere to go but up and against my chest, till it was all bundled up just under my throat! T'weren't comfortable one bit, but it must've been easy on the eyes, 'cause those other buffalo were as good as droolin' as my orbs wobbled and bobbled 'fore their eyes!

Now the two who rushed me, I didn't know their names at the time, but I've had a few more run-ins with 'em all since then and I've come to know those buffalo quite well for sure! Kinda the benefit of hindsight, don't you agree?

The first one was a fella by the name of Big Standin' Rock, which kinda describes him to a T! He had the darkest skin of any of 'em, enough that he'd just about turn invisible on a moonless night, with biceps like watermelons and a neck like a tree-trunk! I reckon if there'd been a single scrap of fat anywhere on that whole Adonis body, then it must've been scared into hidin' by all that muscle! I was certainly hopin' I didn't have to go a few rounds with him, horizontal or vertical, he'd as good as break me!

The fella beside him was a bit on the smaller side. I found out later on he was half-pony after some kinda incident a few dozen years back, so he were a bit smaller than the others on account of genetics. But even accountin' for him being the shortest, he still had a whole head on me... I was thinkin' at the time, "Sure as Monday comes after Sunday, he'll make my internal organs do the do-si-do if he ever has the fixings to park that veiny intruder twixt my thighs."

And he did, but we ain't quite there yet!

His name was Longhorn, a Pony name he'd had attributed to him what with being a half-caste and all.

The leader of 'em, a boy handsome enough to give me pause even accommodatin' for the peculiar situation I'd become entrenched in, came right up and cradled my chin in his hands. That fella was Thief-Of-Lovers, and I'm sure you can reason out why iffin’ I give you a moment. If he'd lived out his life in Pony society, he'd probably have ended up some card-dealin' shyster, or a curl-licked no-goodnik who was always disappearing out of lady's bedrooms out the windows when their husbands came home. But out in buffalo parts, he didn't have so much use for those talents... So he'd just kinda naturally fallen into leading these little raiding parties, I s'pose!

It goes without saying he were a natural predator, and I could feel him doin' everything but checkin' my teeth as he looked me over!

Those fingers of his closing around my chin is something I'll never forget, no matter how many years go by. Like I said, under different circumstances I might've let him talk me into droppin' panties after a few drinks, which just kinda made me shudder all the more Even boys who should've been served up pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner were makin' to take it from me against my will. There just ain't no justice.

"Let's take 'er to the saloon. Get this sun off our heads," said Thief, and I was handed off to Longhorn, who was my designated chaperone for the trip. He stood behind me with my hands picked behind my back, with not much to grab onto but that smooth, smooth tummy of his. God he was fit. They all was, I couldn't even reconcile the idea of any of 'em havin' the kind of gut that a pony lifestyle drops on top of some folk. They was as lean as they was mean, mm-mm.

The real problem started when we took a moment to pause outside the Sassy Sarsaparilla Saloon, the waterin’ hole round these parts. Longhorn must've been impatient to get started, 'cause while the others were inside, he takes to rubbin' my titties with a free hand, just sorta pawin' at one of 'em like an apple he can't decide if he wants to take a bite of or not.

To make matters even worse, that rod burnin' between his thighs had been pokin' me in the butt for some time now, but he decided to up the ante a little bit and slide it between my thighs! Now that was a shock, and sure enough!

I was seein' over a foot of buffalo cock stickin' out from between my thighs like I were one of them strange women fellas sometimes came around askin' saloons for. It felt so hot and hard between my thighs, like it was burnin' me up just having it there. Heck, just lookin' directly at it made my eyes water, I had to settle for peeking out the corner of my eyes.

When it looked like that, no wonder he was so eager to stretch me out. It must be stingin' something mighty fierce to drive them all as mad as they were now. Not like I could blame 'em for their hormones, but I wasn't about to lie down and let him hilt somethin' the size of a damn loaf of bread inside of me!

I almost felt sorry for him, driven to a life of crime just for a lick'a puss. Almost.

They got us girls in the front entrance of the saloon and Longhorn didn’t waste a moment bendin’ me over one of the tables. I must've looked a right treat stretched out across the wood with my cheek pinned down, ‘cause that fat cock a’his started salutin’ the flag of Applejack most patriotic-like indeed! It were wobbling from side to side like it couldn’t sit still and the possibility of it not goin’ inside of me seemed to be gettin’ more distant by the moment.

Thief brought a chair around and smacked it down off to the side slightly, then they started mutterin' amongst themselves. They got Tiara and Spoon to start fixin' 'em some drinks from the bar, and those dirty friends stood around me all chucklin'. I was gonna be today's entertainment!

The pressure on my body stopped, so I stood slowly and turned to face 'em, puttin' my shelf of ass down on the table, drummin' my fingers on the underside. I must've looked as nervous as a bride on her honeymoon, pouty fat lips slightly open, big, round eyes upturned so I could give 'em all a panicky look in the eyes.

"Drop your pants," said Thief, in that gravelly kinda way he had. For all of a couple of seconds I started following along, loopin' my fingers around my belt buckles... Then I realized what in tarnation I was doin', and I froze up again!

"Now just you hold on one cotton-pickin' minute," I started saying, but I heard a click or two from those menacing guns and what was a girl to do but comply? I doubted they'd shoot someone who was givin' 'em those plate-breakin' stiffies they was sporting, but they might just decide to rough me up a bit as it stood! So I just consoled myself with the fact that as long as they had their hands full with my body, the other girls was safe as houses, yesiree.

There was a click as I undid my belt, then a little whisper of air as my jeans hit the ground. A moment later I pushed both forefingers into my cotton panties and whipped 'em off, baring it all for those ruffians.

"Up on the chair. Facing away," he husked. My stomach felt like it was doin' cartwheels as I turned away from 'em.

It were one thing to have those buffalo spyin' on me when I had pants on, least then I could act like we was just people dealin' with other people. But now they had their pants off and I had mine down too... We weren't just people no more. We was a big-bootied gal and some men. I shuddered, a hot blush on my face as I climbed up on the seat.

I followed Thief's instructions, resting my knees against the chair back and wrappin' my arms around the frame. I looked back at 'em over my shoulder as they enjoyed the view.

I think I already mentioned I ain't got no ladylike derrière, now didn't I? It's one'a my most pronounced features, all big and tan and just there... And on my knees as I was, victim to this lewd position what I was in, all twenty pounds of ass and pussy was jabbin' insolently up in the air, just darin' those punks to put their cocks in it. The contrast between clothed top and naked bottom somehow made it all the more pointed, like they was bein' shown where to touch and rub and grope.

The mountain range of my pussy was danglin' between my thighs, lips peeled ever so slightly apart and a little trickle of lady goop makin' a small puddle on the seat under me, all while my pucker was up and open too, winkin' at 'em in time with my breathing. And all this set in the big orange cheeks of the fattest ass this side of the Griffon Kingdoms. It were a problem alright.

"We's gonna fuck you, little pony," husked Thief in my ear. "You's mighty fine, built more like a buffalo woman than just about any equine we ever seen. We reckon you got more ass than those other two put together, so you jus' be a good girl and enjoy it and we'll be good boys, won't we?"

Rock rumbled deep in his throat in an approximation of laughter. "We be good, Boss."

"They won't have to walk bow-legged no more after today," chuckled Longhorn, drawing laughter from all three goons.

Thief walked his fingers along my butt. They was so big and dark they looked like they was gonna leave oil stains on my hairs. I shuddered.

I climbed down off the chair and squatted in front of 'em, knees out, and unfurled a long, greedy tongue for 'em. I hooked the forefingers of both hands in amongst my lips and pulled it open a little wider, showin' off my uvula like it were the gateway to Heaven. Then I put both hands on my knees and looked up at ‘em, biting my lip.

"You can cum in here all you like, boys. Just leave those girls, and my nethers, alone." My eyes darted to the window. Where was that goldarned sheriff already? This was well-past “gettin’ out of hoof” and legitimately all over the floor now!

They came closer, and it felt like my mind snapped as soon as their scent hit me like a slap to the face. I felt my mind dullin’, as those musky scents wormed their way into my nose and up to sabotage the rational thoughts behind it. The desire to suck their cocks took over from any kind of rational thought.

To be fair on me, those boys did happen to have some big, yummy, perfect cocks. So suited to dominating silly little ponies and overwhelming their senses with rough tastes, strong, cloyin' scents and unending torrents of pearly-white goop! They gathered around and got 'em in my face, all three big and hard and strong.

The stink was incredible. They all had their unique scent and they was all hitting me at once. I were half-surprised I didn't black out again.

They continued to tease me as my pretty face began to house their cocks, sliding up and down with lots of slurp-pops. I took ‘em one after another. My hands was everywhere at once, always petting whichever boys weren't currently between my lips.

I were a right mess down there in amongst their members, but I just kept at it, ready to do whatever it took to spare the other young ladies. Maybe I know myself a bit better now to think I was just makin' excuses back then, but at the time I swear I was only thinkin' of those two.

Those damn buffalo. They didn't feel guilty or ashamed of their methods one bit, just doing whatever it took to get their strong cocks stowed away in a pony's throat. Thief went first. He arched his back and growled, tail swishing even faster as he watched rivulets of drool ooze out of my mouth and down the pole.

"Suck me off, little pony. It's the cock of the buffalo what owns your town, so milk it a whole lot... Maybe you’ll settle down a bit once your belly’s full, hur-hur-hur." They was smug as could be, but they had good reason with their dicks in my mouth. I guess they reckoned they could afford to be, when they was stretching my throat out with their large members!

I couldn't hold herself back another moment longer. I as good as froze as soon as he started to shoot into my mouth, pleasure rocketing through me to the point where I could hardly control myself! My tail began to flick like it had a mind of its own, and I spluttered as rope after rope of cum filled my mouth.

As soon as I were done with Thief, and he'd filled my belly with his spunk, I moved on to Longhorn lickety split, without so much as a thought for the foul taste coatin' the inside of my throat. My mind felt like it was meltin' away as my lips greedily wrapped right around him, bobbing up and down like I was suckin' on a lollipop, rather than an oozing, cum-filled member. Deeper and deeper, I kept pressing down, drooling and gagging around his perfect cock as I succumbed to desire. Maybe it weren't so bad, bein' completely claimed by buffalo and forced to suck right to the base.

Soon, a steady flow of saliva was leaking down onto the nice, clean floor of the saloon. I was tryin' to force all of those inches of cock into my tight, unprepared li'l throat, gagging and moaning around it as I sucked.

Then I felt it: Longhorn must've been innately born knowin' how to torment girls as much as they enjoyed being tormented, 'cause I soon found myself unexpectedly exposed to that supreme female bliss all girls hang out for: a firm, male hand on the back of my head, fingers flowing through my hair and palm taking a firm grip on my scalp. It was a dominant grasp, one that promised I was gonna get treated like a sloppy little mouth-whore! Lawd have mercy, I was beginnin' to get slick 'tween my thighs from all this unsavoury treatment.

Longhorn groaned and held me tightly. He began movin' his hips as he plotted to make a right mess of my tight, well-oiled throat. He had plenty of spunk saved up in those big balls, and I was the one he'd picked to splatter the insides of. He began really thrusting, driving into me, holding my head in place and making a right pussy of my mouth.

Now I ain't about to endear myself an awful lot to you with this next bit, but when I felt those hands of his pressing down on me, well, my mind got more'n a little fuzzy. It felt good, goldang it. It felt mighty good. I must'a moaned at the least, muffled around his cock, but mmm... Around the head of his penis I let out the most memorable moan of pure submission and satisfaction, even as he really began to pump me.

"You're one mighty cute little cocksucker, li'l pony."

He leaned closer, massaging the back of my head with his big fingers. "You wanna drink some more milk? Seems like you're just about dyin' for a taste!"

My lips were pressed all the way to the hilt by then, so I withdrew it allll the way to the tip. He must'a liked the suction, like I couldn't bear him leaving, 'cause it set him off groaning again. I got him back until his cock was juttin' lewdly out from my face like a big flesh-cigar, then got it out with a smack that made more than a few spunk'n'saliva bubbles splatter on my lips and cheeks.

"Please, mister. Please gimme your spunk." I rubbed the shaft on my cheeks, then did the same with his balls, lettin' 'em blaze a merry trail all across my face. "Wring out as much semen into this cute pony’s mouth as you need... Just don't hurt nobody, alright? Jus' a quick suck and then you boys are on your way." That musta been too much for him. He came hard all over my face, leavin' me drippin'.

I'd been rubbin' Rock this whole time, and now he was gonna get the same treatment as his buddies.

I took a whiff of this last dick, lettin' it coat me with even more of those potent pheromones. I just couldn't hold back myself back no longer! With a sound like a growl, I reached up, pushed him right back onto one of the chairs in the saloon, and wrapped my lips around this last cock even more greedily than the others, suckling on it with a force that would milk him dry in two shakes of a pony's tail. My head bobbed up and down all the quicker, letting his length bulge out one cheek, then the other, then taking the full length right down my needy throat like I simply had to taste it all. My tail was beatin' against my ass, making a rhythm that my lips matched, each stroke deep down onto his cock designed for nothing but to milk his poor cock and those heavy, cum-filled balls dry. It were like I was in heat!

Well, I reckon Rock weren't prepared for that! That big mountain of buffalo started squirmin' and groanin', then arched his back and blushed as cute as any girl. He bellowed out load as he began releasing a torrent of hot, tasty semen out. All that smelly stuff flowed out in my little mouth, drownin' me in a well-earned snack.

Some of the gooey stuff hit the back of my throat, but it only took a second to realize he were mighty more pent up than the other two boys... It was like I'd opened my mouth up under Neighagra Falls and was tryin' to drink the whole thing. My cheeks, they was bulgin’!

Before I knew what I were doing, I reached down for my top with both hands and tugged at it with all my strength, popping off a dozen buttons and firing 'em every which way! I bared my great, heaving bust to those fellows, boobs bouncin' even when tightly confined to my bra, then opened my mouth and drooled it all out. Slop after glop of spunk fell out of my mouth and splattered on my big fleshy orbs, a long semen-fall of flowin' liquid connecting mouth to tits as I did my dirty work. Eventually there were so much of the musky stuff that anything that didn't soak into my lacy unmentionables dripped off onto the floor. I sat back breathing heavily, mind still clouded by the pheromones that clung to my throat and nostrils.

At least those three boys looked much relieved... But then it dawned on me they weren't done yet. They was ready for more, all three of 'em! Thief suddenly made a move for me! "You know we ain't stoppin' there, Missy!”

They crowded around, and my heart sank. It hadn’t been enough, and now they wanted the treasure. “We wanna try that pussy next!"

Well that were it, weren’t it? I thought maybe good Lawd willin’ and the creek don’t rise, I’d be outta here with my velvets unstretched, but lookin’ at those nasty fellas it seemed like I was sunk. I was in more trouble than a pony what’d just eaten five-alarm chilli, and the only john for miles was backed up with spiders’n’snakes!

Tiara and Spoon could only watch as those wicked-lookin’ fellas drew closer and closer. Seemed like their dicks were just as solid and weighty as when we’d started, not slowed down one bit by the suckfest they’d been subjected to. The only hint there was I’d even ever been at ‘em was the pearly white saliva stainin’ their lengths like a testament to my foolishness.

To think I’d ever thought I could service ‘em all! It were jus’ too many mega-dicks for one poor little pony all on her lonesome! Maybe me and the other girls would’ve been better off formin’ a pony trough for the contents of their nutsacks, but hindsight’s twenty-twenty as they say!

So that was it then! Those buffalos were gonna throw me around, bully me with drippin’ cocks and cum in my puss’ again and again and again and again. I cringed at the thought, eyes dartin’ this way and that for a ways out, but none was presentin’ itself, no sirree.

Big grey and black hands started stretchin’ out for me, wrappin’ around my comparatively small body... Those big buffalo’s nostrils were flarin’, their eyes were bulgin’ and their muscles were preparin’ to hold me down all rough-like... but most of all, those enormous members of theirs were leakin’ in anticipation of the long, long hours of fuckin’ they had planned for me! White stuff was drippin’ from the tips in a steady, intimidatin’ flow, all ‘cause of my temptin’ curves and their irresponsible, dangerous lust for womenfolk.

“Pussy! Pussy! Pussy! Pussy!” they chanted, completely mesmerized by the female body in front of ‘em. They weren’t takin’ no for an answer... I reckon they didn’t even know the meaning of the word right now!

They threw me onto one of the tables with a thud that made my spine ache. Thief and Rock both grabbed an ankle and hoisted ‘em high in the air, and no amount of squirmin’ or kickin’ could get me outta that lustful death-grip! Longhorn, the half-pony, got between ‘em nice’n’quick. Our sex organs were close enough to touch as he planted a huge, knuckly fist like a leather bag on either side of my soft, milky thighs. The contrast made my heart skip a beat.

Closer and closer that immense member came... It nosed against my lips, testin’ to see how far I’d stretch, an accommodation I was mighty grateful to him for makin’, looking back on it. Him taking his time there and not rushin’ in ended up being the difference between fucked and unfucked for me.

I were so focussed on the squishy sounds my hungry pussy was making as it sucked the head of his cock, it took me a moment to register the gunshot! A great bellowing whip-crack rang out across the saloon, and all six of us abruptly whipped our heads in the direction of the stairs at it. The cock poised at the entrance to its holster froze in place, not advancing another inch.

“Now jus’ hold it right there, suckers!” bellowed a cocky mare who obviously had more stones alone than the whole rest of this town put together. I felt an immediate kindred spirit in her: me and that gal were birds of a feather and no mistake.

That mare turned out to be Pinkie Pie, the Sassy Sarsaparilla’s owner and proprietor. She was a pony I’d become fast friends with in the days to come.

Now with myself naturally excluded due to bein’ built like a brick shithouse, it can be mighty tricky for a pony to put the scare on someone, and the ornery-as-a-beehive mare standing at the foot of the staircase was no exception. Where I towered over most stallions, she was short by mare standards. Where my belly was so cut you could carve a roast with it, she had a pleasantly pudgy plump overhang that felt like Heaven itself to sink yer fingers into! Which I did. Often.

What she had that I didn’t, though, was femininity in spades. She was absolutely rockin’ a complete lack of a saloon gal outfit, with a boned corset top that struggled to contain all that promise of fun, starting with the rocking titties in front. Her two heavy pink melons bulged out the front of the tight garment, framed by lacy red material on bottom and flowing bubblegum-pink hair on top.

The rest of her red dress couldn’t hide that every inch of that soft, curvy body was oozing cutesy girlishness, even in times like now where she hardly wanted it to! Features like her perfectly formed shoulders, thick legs and the big bustling rear in back were constant reminders she was a beauty... and a cuddly one at that.

It didn’t argue much in her favour for those buffalo pullin’ back from the execution of my meaty foxhole’s penetration, but that part of the debate was handled by the double-barrelled shotgun clutched tightly in her hands, the same one she’d just fired at the ceiling. It was now pointed at the three buffalo, her finger on the trigger and ready to squeeze.

She sighted them down the barrel and hooked the trigger in towards her a tiny bit. “This doesn’t look like a very fun partyyyy!” the pink-hued pony shouted. She took a few steps forward and planted a boot on one of the room’s many tables, giving it a furious shove. Her pupils were shrunk to pinpricks in a sea of white sclera, turned all the way from her natural blue to a red that burned with a very real fire! Her overbite was ravaging her bottom lip with many a furious chew.

The newcomer took a deep breath, shaking the gun from side to side at them, taking in every barrel-chested bovidae in sight. Her cheeks bulged for a moment, then when she spoke again, two enormous gouts of white steam blasted clear out of her ears and across the room, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound. “She doesn’t even look like she’s having a good time!”

Thief began to say something, but was almost immediately cut off by Pinkie pulling the other trigger, taking out a piece of plaster on the wall just inches from his head. In a smoothly practised motion, the pony broke the weapon open, ejected the two empty shells and swept it right through her enormous bush of pink hair. She pulled a loaded shotgun out of the other side, although it was impossible to tell if it was the same weapon or not. The springy hairstyle glooped and blooped momentarily before it resumed its natural shape.

Pinkie wiggled her nose and glared down the barrel at them. “Git outta my saloon.”

Her frown flicked upside down abruptly as the frilly mare smiled brighter than the clouds opening up. “But don’t forget next Thursday night is milkshake night!”

She scowled. “But you can drink ‘em... outside!”

Pinkie tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Unless it’s really cold!”

“Now git your hands off that fair pony-maiden and skedaddle. I don’t wanna see hide nor hair of you fellas till you’ve learned some goldarn manners!”

Thief snarled and patted the other two buffalo on the back. “We should be going. This biddy doesn’t know how to have a little fun.”

Pinkie raised her weapon slightly. “I am the bestestest at having fun.”

“Let’s go, boys,” he growled, and one by one the buffalo headed out of the saloon.

Must as I would’ve liked to say once they was gone I was already plottin’ revenge, but the fact of the matter was I was so shook up I could barely stand. Those big bad bully boys had done a number on me and no mistake. I slowly slumped to the ground, bare butt hitting the floorboards with a sizeable thud.

My labia and the first inch or so of my pussy were itchin’, or more like stingin’, from where Longhorn’s member had grazed them, like the ghost of a raw dickin’ haunting me. To think I’d come that close to getting deep-dicked, only to be snatched to safety at the last moment. Well, don’t feel too bad for the big lug. It sure weren’t the only time he ever tried to get in with me, as you’ll be learnin’.

A few minutes passed while I was reelin’ from the whole absurd ordeal. I only stirred to life when Pinkie and her girls approached me. She smiled from one ear to the other and spoke. “My girls here been tellin’ me you saved ‘em, pardner! I’m mighty grateful to you for lookin’ after my kin and all, so put it there! I’m Pinkie Pie and this here’s my saloon!”

“This is Diamond Tiara and this is Silver Spoon, my best workin’ gals! Ain’t they just cute as buttons?”

“Thank you so much!” echoed Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara, the pair of high-falutin’ ladies dippin’ their heads low for me, just about trembling with gratefulness. All that soft bust they presented in doin' so helped make it all seem worthwhile in retrospect, know what I mean?

“Now you must be exhausted, sugar!” said Pinkie, as she set her shotgun down on one of the tables. “It ain’t much ‘round here, but the food is filling and the girls are pretty, and you’ve done me a considerable kindness I’m itchin’ to repay!”

I started pullin’ my pants up, hiding away the part of me that had driven those buffalo crazy out of sight where it couldn’t get me into no more trouble. Once my hat was back on my head, I stood shakily and nodded Pinkiewards. “I’d be appreciating that, Miss Pie. You are too kind.”

I took her by the hand and gave it a shake. “And I’m Applejack. I’m an apple saleswoman, as part of the family trade. Just happened to be passin’ through town when I saw those two in danger. It just weren’t right to stand by and let somethin’ like that happen.”

She hooked an arm around the two slighter girls and pushed them gently towards me. “Golly, I wish more people around here felt the same way! You’re one in a million, Miss Applejack!”

“A-Aw shucks,” I countered, cheeks flaring up red as cherries. “T’weren’t nothin’.”

“You feel free to make this your home away from home for as long as you need! And I reckon after so recklessly savin’ my girls you could ravage ‘em twice as hard as any buffalo and they wouldn’t raise a peep!”

Tiara raised her fingers to her lips, eyes widening as she considered the prospect of bedding down with me. Spoon got a cheeky smile and the next thing I knew the girls were sharing knowing glances and eyeing me up like a cut of meat! Next thing I knew, I had one of each hangin’ off both arms, long eyelashes batting up at me.

“What in tarnation...” I began saying, but it weren’t like I took my hands off of ‘em neither. Now, I know what you’re thinkin’ and all... After such a traumatic series of events you’d think I’d need some time to calm down and recover, and I’d like to agree, but...

Well, they weren’t exactly rough on the eyes, and their bodies were mighty warm. And there was two of ‘em! Two! I don’t need to tell you that sort of thing don’t happen every day. I got my fingers into the smalls of their curvy backs and drew my arms back till four head-sized melons was sandwiched up against my chest. “Yeah... You might just be right ‘bout that, Pinkie.”

Without thinkin’ too hard about it, I shamelessly reached down and put both hands on their bubble butts, givin’ em the dual-squeeze. When that set them off to purrin’ like cats, I knew right then and there I was gonna make good on this. “Run me a bath, you two. Then you jus’ wait in the water till I gets there.”

I flexed an enormous bicep and gave ‘em the ol’ pearly whites. “As y’all can no doubt see, you got an awful lot of Apple to scrub.”

And that’s the story of how I banged those two hotties till they’s could barely walk!

What’s that? I was supposed to be tellin’ you how I became sheriff of this two-bit town? Well, jus’ hold on, I’m gettin’ to that!

Mayor Twilight and Deputy Rarity

Now, I shouldn’t be needin’ to tell you that the very next mornin’ I was racin' out of that fine establishment fast as my boots could carry me. Pinkie considered those two girls right capable of overseein' business at the Sassy in her absence, so she hitched a ride on m'wagon and we hopped on down to the mayor's office to give that fella a right talkin' to.

There we was, two perky fillies mad as hornets, bargin' our way into the front office of the incompetent sons of donkeys who were lettin' the whole town come crashin' down ‘round their ears without so much as a by-your-leave. I weren't gonna be part of no town where girlies like Tiara and Spoon had to treat developin' busts far beyond their years like a curse rather’n a blessin’... that just weren't right. Young ladies of mighty fine character such as them should be stretchin' their bust-lines as much as they saw fit. You tell 'em bouncin' big titties are puttin' 'em in the sights of villains and thugs and ne'er-do-wells, they gonna pack those wobblin' mams where ain't nobody can see 'em! And as a lady what appreciates a fine rack as much as any red-blooded man can, I just can't let that come to pass!

I marched my way up to the front desk and slapped a hand on the desk to get the attention of the secretary sittin' behind it. I had to lean down to talk to him, on account of him bein’ a little fella what barely came to my waist, with a big set of green ridges goin' over his head and down his back. I s’pose he were done up right enough, what with a derby, fine-pressed shirt and suspenders holdin' up tan slacks. Maybe even a mite overdressed iffin' you ask me, haw haw haw.

A dragon, here in this day and age, and the townsfolk was still in trouble! Just where did this dang mayor get off, anyway?

"We want to see the mayor!" I barked in my sternest voice, puttin' my finger so close to his face I coulda picked his snout clean. He responded by peerin' at me dismissively over his thick-rimmed black spectacles.

"The mayor's mighty busy!" he huffed in quite the authoritative little tone. Yesiree, as a matter of fact, Spike was quite the officiate back then... Not to say he's any better nowadays, but I just can't imagine him sayin' that to me now, haw! The thought alone's gonna keep my chuckle tank full for the rest of the week, I reckon! And the pencil behind his ear, oh lawdy!

It's just so dang-all cute, I don't even know where to begin!

Pinkie pushed up alongside me and made like she was goin' for the other nostril. He musta thought we was plannin' to lift him out from behind his little wooden desk by the snout and toss 'im out the window! "Now see here, Mister! My new best friend Applejack is the bravest hero ever! She stepped in and saved my girls from those ruffians yesterday, so you better let her in or I'm gonna get soooo mad!"

That seemed to have an effect on him. His eyes shot wide open, little sparkles lightin’ ‘em up like the night sky. “You saved Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, ma’am?”

As soon as his cold demeanor vanished, it reappeared on his face. “Well! Regardless, I can’t let you see the mayor! You’ll, uh, you’ll need an appointment!”

I slammed my fist down on the table so hard his fine collection of ink pots, and a bottle of finest malt liquors, was set to rattlin' across the wood. That put the wind up the little fella, lemme tell ya, hoooo-ee! He were shakin' in his boots!

"Why won't he see us now? The whole damn town's in danger and he's off doin' what exactly? Iffin you ask me, he's jus' a yellow-bellied coward and y’alls as crooked as a dog's hind legs!"

I heard a clatter from the far side of the room. Someone had thrown the inner door wide open. An older mare of quite some stature was standing in the entrance, hands on her ample hips and a serious frown on her face. That was my first time meetin' Twilight.

Her face were surprisingly youthful for the one who had to manage the day-to-day operations of Appleloosa. She had full, kissable lips, and big round eyes what were made all the bigger by the largest pair of readin’ glasses I’d ever seen. Those goggles took up at least half her face, from her cute perky snout up to her perfectly cared-for cut, with not a hair out of place.

And don't let it get out to nobody, but, well... there was almost as much of her to meet as Pinkie. I dunno how those girls do it what with the famines and all, but they both stay curvy as rattlesnakes what swallowed watermelons.

She cut quite the intimidatin' figure, what with bein’ all gussied up right-proper in them boy clothes of hers. The tallest top-hat I'd ever seen was perched atop her pink-and-purple hair, with a double-breasted vest and a vertical-striped dress-shirt strugglin' to contain some seriously hefty mammarial endowments.

Instead of a skirt, it looked like she'd had a pair of men's pants tailored to be extra considerable around the hips and ass, and boy did she make the most of those extra inches! She had a grey duster on over the whole outfit, choosin' to have her arms inside the enormous piece of clothin' rather than through the sleeves. The effect was sorta akin to how some animals might puff up a bit to scare opposition, 'cause she certainly looked like she'd come expectin' a fight.

"You wanted to speak to the yellow-bellied coward? Well, here “he” is."

I took good stock of her, makin’ no bones about whistlin’ my approval. I liked her. “Well ain’t that just the berries? They got the womenfolk runnin’ this town! And it’s no small wonder: the boys round these parts are about as useful as trap doors on canoes.”

“Actually, you’ll find I was elected fairly, and by majority vote. I wanted to bring a little big city learnin’ to the sticks... and I reckon you’ll find I’m more’n suited to the position.”

With a little flourish, the purple pony shifted her duster aside a skosh, showing me two things. The first was just how very much pony there was strugglin' to burst out of that tight vest. The second was the big iron on her hip. My blood ran a little cold, what with the memory of havin' buffalo guns trained on me just yesterday still fresh in my mind. "I'd very much like to set this aside for our meeting. I'm a reasonable woman, and I'm sure you can be reasonable as well, Miss...?"

"Applejack. Of the Apple family. At your service," I said, through slightly-gritted teeth. I don’t mind sayin’ I were already wonderin' if I'd have to dart across the room and give this filly a smack she wouldn't forget no time soon.

"Folks around here call me Twilight Sparkle. Now I'm gonna set my piece down. I'd very much like you to do the same with any weapons you have, as well."

"Ain't got none," I drawled, showin' off my lack of armaments. That seemed to worry her more than if I had had a weapon, funnily enough. The mare now had a look on her face like she'd just mentally filed me under "stupid or crazy," and it didn’t seem like I was gettin’ reassigned any time soon.

"Very well. Spike, be a dear and make some lemon tea for Miss Applejack and Miss Pinkie Pie."

"At your service, Twilight!" he said, hopping off his high chair and bustling off to the tea room to fix drinks.

It was around then that we started gettin' to the bottom of all this.

It didn't take too many questions to get it out of Twilight that these buffalo raids had been goin' on for some time now. And I might've been a bit wet 'round the ears back then, maybe a bit ignorant to how the world works, but at the same time...

Well, les' just say if you asked me now if I were to make the same decision as I did back then, I'd make it faster than a prairie fire with a tail wind. I ain't no chicken, an' that's a fact!

"So you're tellin' me you that you gots not just a sheriff, but also a deputy, spongin' a livin' off the fine folk of this town... But when it all comes down to it, neither of those yokels is so much as liftin' a finger to put a stop to the fandanglin' of those longriders?"

"Longriders is right!" chirped Pinkie, peeking at Twilight up over the two pink mitts she was grippin' the table with. "Longriders, hardriders and, *gulp*, all-night-riders!"

Twilight actually had the good decency to look sheepish for a moment, ‘fore she steeled herself with a sip of tea. "Thief, Standing Rock and Longhorn aren't lone agents. You of all people should know that, Pinkie Pie."

She set her cup down in its saucer with a frustrated clatter. "As long as they fall under the protection of Chief Thunderhooves and his buffalo tribe, we can't be expected to bring the full brunt of the law against them."

"You scared of a few buffalo? I reckon you outnumber 'em jus' fine, Miss Sparklepants."

"The name... is Twilight Sparkle." Twilight sighed deeply, almost a growl. She irritably adjusted her spectacles.

"Besides, it's not just a consideration of numbers. The Chief’s largest camp is located deep within the Valley of Spears, and ain't no-pony ever come out of there alive. There's treacherous caverns and pitfalls that go for days, with no end in sight. It would take one of their own bulls to navigate those trails. And they ain't too receptive to loosening their lips. Understood?"

"So you need a buffalo to speak up, mm? Spill the beans?" I asked. The seed of an idea were takin’ form in my head. Up until then I'd been plannin' to return home, but now I was startin' to get a much better idea!

"Well I jus' think I might be able to help you there," I said, hooking my thumbs in my pants-suspenders and givin' 'em a good, loud snap. "As it so happens, I've only been here a day and I was almost milkin' buffalo dry already. Of information, that is."

"You can say that again!" giggled Pinkie.

Twilight hesitated. She was obviously on the verge of saying no, but the word probably looked like it’d break clean apart ‘cross the hard-edged determination on my face. With a great sigh, she finally said the word I’d been waiting to hear. "Alright.”

She sat back and folded her arms under her bust. “As ridiculous as it sounds, I doubt you can make the situation any worse. Take your butts out of my office and get yourselves down to Sheriff Silverstar's whereabouts. Tell him I sent you, and follow it up with the same spiel you gave me."

The older mare allowed a slight smile to cross her lips. "If you're as dedicated to helpin' out this town as you say you are, he might just have some work for you to do."

I stood from my end of the desk and took Pinkie by the forearm, lifting her up. Her big brown boots hit the floor with echoing clops.

"Mighty kind of you, Mayor. We'll be takin' our leave now."

"And that's why," I found m'self sayin' sometime later, "We came to you, sheriff."

Me and Pinkie Pie were standin' in the front of the good Sheriff Silverstar's official place of business, feelin' cooped up somethin' fierce. The place was, simply put, a dump, with empty bottles of gutrot stacked up on the table, along the floor and fillin' every shelf. All the blinds was down, no doubt so the darkness could help him manage that roarin' headache he must be ridin' out.

Silverstar had been in the middle of a siesta when we'd popped in, and practically still was, what with his hooves up on the table and the wide brim of his black hat down over his eyes. His gaze didn't make it any higher than the quartet of melon-titties wobblin' a'fore him, but somehow that seemed to suit him just fine.

A'course, I could hardly be faultin’ him for havin’ his prying eyes linger on the glorious expanse of Heaven layin' between our bellies and our bonces! Now I'm sure I've already mentioned Miss Pie liked to dress as if she took a limp cock within a one mile radius as a personal insult, and lemme tell you: today was no exception! She were in another one of those low-cut saloon gal dresses she favoured so often, and I don't mind sayin' I’d be all over her like flies on shit given the chance.
She had the kind of carefully-crafted image you worked at.

Like her make-up. I'm a simple apple saleswoman by nature, and I can't possibly begin to understand how she makes her whole face jus' "pop" like that. Her eyes was deep pools that promise lasciv... lassvi... horny-porny trysts 'tween satin sheets, and the menfolk round these parts say they get more blood flowin' downstream from seein' her pucker those ruby-red lips than seein' other gals buck-naked. Well that's just Pinkie's charm, I s'pose!

She's got two other charms I should be touchin' on too, when it came to the issue of how that fella were gawkin'. Her whale-boned corset was renderin' some sort of sorcery on her little red dress, makin' it a right-proper titty-platter I wouldn't soon forget. The garment might have covered a considerable amount of bust under normal circumstances, but Pinkie had it tighter'n a coat of paint. Her Celestia-given wonders were upthrust and wobblin' like jello. She must've learned that trick from them angler fishes, 'cause she certainly had more than her fair share of spellbound male prey to choose from!

Me, on the other hand, I liked to think I brought a little rustic charm to the bosom equation. My orange wobblers were both sealed away under a plain white shirt with buttons up the front, but I knew better'n anyone the particular demons of that situation! My shirt was almost a deadly weapon its own right, with the way the whole package were constantly creaking under the incredible pressure. The buttons were constantly threatening to give up the ghost and go flying across the room, puttin' someone's eyes out. The shirt's plackets were goin' above and beyond the call of duty in the name of not tearing wide open and delivering concussive blows with all the force of the watermelons behind 'em. And the straps of the suspenders I was usin' to hold my pants up bit into all that meat too, a functional mishap that molded 'em like a stallion's perverted hands. The whole ensemble came together to really make my hoo-has bulge all pretty-like.

I didn't get cross when I saw fellas starin'... I know I would have too if I were in their shoes. It weren't often you saw a milk-cow get up and start walkin' around on its hooves.

I probably would've even let Silverstar starin' so openly slip... if he were actually listenin' to what we was sayin'!

In the end, I slapped both my palms on his table, causing an avalanche of breast to swallow up sheafs of legal documents, handcuffs... Even his revolver was taken away by the oozing wall of Applejackian bosom. The look on his face, haw haw! I bet he hadn't seen so much in the way of pony goods vanish in the blink of an eye since the Smooze Riots of '86. I opened my mouth and shouted, "Hey! Listen up, Sheriff! You deaf?"

He finally tipped his hat backwards away from his eyes, turning those aggravated, bloodshot orbs on me. Movin' so slowly I could almost hear the grinds grinding, he lifted a hand over the table and wedged his fingers 'tween my flamboyant bust and the table. He rooted around under there in a way that seemed like it'd pop my top at any moment... only to finally withdraw that shiny silver revolver of his. He opened one of his desk drawers and popped it inside, before breathin' a sigh of relief.

"You be careful with dat dere weapon, missy. It's not for boobs to be playin' with."

“We’re here on behalf of Mayor Twilight to help with the Buffalo attacks!” I insisted.

His hat flopped back down. “Buffalo attacks don’t need no help. Me and’m deputy are on top of it. Sure as Spring comes after Summer, them buffalo are gonna crack any dang day now.”

Well that were the last dang straw if ever I heard one! I raised a hand and snatched his stupid black hat clean off his head. “Spring comes before Summer! Before! Augh! Why won’t you do nothin’ to help your people?”

Silverstar popped open the drawer ‘neath the first one and brought out a pair of warm Buckweisers. He slowly popped the cap of one and started sluggin’. A good ten, twenty seconds passed in silence, aside from the rhythmic bobbing of his Adam’s apple. Both us gals let out pent-up sighs that gave him a fresh bout of chest-wobblin’ to gawk on.

He set the empty beer down, picked up the second and took another long draught, before wipin’ his lip on his sleeve. It were like the first beer hadn’t even existed. “Even if we were to do something, we don’t know where those Buffalo went after you chased ‘em out of town.”

“Now ain’t you bein’ a wee bit silly there, baby?” chirruped a wet, slippery and sensual voice from just round the corner. A gorgeous filly what were all curves splashed herself against the interior door-frame, leanin’ into the proceedings from what I surmised were some kind of sleepin’ quarters. She looked more’n adequately mussed, given the time of day... and the sun having been at the top of the sky some time past!

Now I bet y’all are thinkin’ just ‘cause I’m some country bumpkin that I ain’t knowin’ my way ‘round no lady’s caboose. Like I ain’t sophisticated enough to think highly of the way they go out’n’around while men are more the straight and narrow. And maybe once upon a time that might just have been the truth... Lord knows when I got my heats up I’d crawl through the Equestrian Dust Bowl for a shadow of a dick on the sand.

But that’s only half the story! I got a thirst for the womenfolk that’s mighty powerful, and that ain’t no lie.

So when this juicy, frolickin’ daisy sashayed into the room, parts of me certainly stood up’n took notice, and I don’t gotta explain that! If I’d popped outta my mammy as a boy-type, I’d have taken to liftin’ the table right about then with the force of my desire, haw haw haw!

Gawd, just thinkin’ back to my first time seein’ Deputy Rarity still gives me the shivers. Probably ‘cause she weren’t exactly fit to the Deputy type, iffin’ you catch my drift.

That were just it, really. She didn’t fit the picture. I mean, neither did Silverstar if we’re talkin’ strictly business-types, but with that big floppy moustache a’his and his no-nonsense attitude, you could reasonably mistake him for a law-enforcin’ type. But this tall glass of syrupy sweetness seemed set to make a mockery of her clothes right from the get-go!

There were just far, far too much of her to contain. Her coal-black stetson lingered on top of her extravagant, luscious purple hairstyle like an ice cube that ain’t got around to meltin’ in that puffy fruit cocktail yet. Her bustier was burstin’, the tight corset not just overflowin’ on the top, but on the bottom-side too. Her pair of cloud-white tiddies strained the garment till the buttons down the front was cuttin’ furrows in their loops, the whole kit’n’caboodle lookin’ more like a leather belt bucklin’ around her bust than anythin’ else!

And her belly! Nnnngh, oh my gawd, she coulda got damn near any position short of Mayor in the whole damn town just on the strength of that cuddly, wobblin’ pudge. It looked as pettable as a puppy, and twice as soft! She were clearly a gal who liked her excesses, ‘cause that woman had a round, squishy gut that peeked over the edge of her pants in the most adorable little muffin-top you ever saw! She were chubby alright, packin’ just the right amount of pliability in a way that made my hands move unconsciously. Wantin’ to give her a raspberry, or just slippin’ my tongue into her li’l nubbin and then listenin’ to her giggle didn’t even begin to get into it! I wanted to go hog-wild on that cake-stuffed gut of hers!

Phew! I’m gettin’ worked up just thinkin’ about it. I wanna go find her right now and give her a belly-rub she won’t be forgettin’ any time soon...

Her pants were in much the same sorry-state as her bustier, although the jeans were a bit better off on account of bein’ darker. But jeans was jeans, and I knew for a fact that she’d had to strain to get those on. Does she start every day with her ass on the bed, legs in the air, howling and straining to fit her size-14 cans into a size-10 pair’a pants?

I-Inquirin’ minds might wanna know, alright? Ain’t no shame in that!

The girl with the soft, chubby cheeks, the extremely red lips and those bright, greedy eyes that always seemed to be sizin’ you up like a T-bone steak rounded the outfit out with a pair of spurred boots, a pistola on her hip and a big brown leather duster a mite like Twilight’s... ‘cept she looked approximately uno percento as professional as that particular mare! Lawd naw, what with the way she swaggered sleepily - or drunkenly? - into the room and helped herself to a beer, this pony didn’t look like she’d be stoppin’ much more than jaywalkers today. And slow ones at that!

She paused as she saw me lookin’ her way, but just huffed under her breath and straightened herself up. She carried on as if nothin’ had happened. “Now as I was sayin’, ain’t that a wee bit silly?”

She crossed the room towards us, spurs jinglin’ each step of the way. “We’ve tracked them Buffalo ‘round these parts countless times and they always like to hole up around the ol’ Sunny Gulley Diamond Mine for the night before headin’ home.”

She tipped her wide-brimmed hat to me and Pinkie. “See, thing is, pumpkins, I’m particularly familiar with those trails ‘cause I’ve got a mighty hankerin’ for those simply fabulous diamonds they served up once upon a time.”

“And if you don’t believe me, just take a look at these beauties!” she purred. The beauty shifted her mane slightly and bared her long floppy horse-ears. They were studded with a pair of rocks that was probably worth more’n I spent in a month.

“It’s easy to lose pursuers in the tunnels...” She slinked over to the Sheriff and began drawing circles on the side of his face, cheekily giggling in his ear. “But my baby and I have mapped the whole complex out while we was lookin’ for veins, didn’t we, Sheriff? Who’s my little diamond hunter, mm? Who’s my chubby little diamond doggy~?”

With a great big sigh of relief, ol’ Deputy Dinnerplates took the nearest available seat and immediately put her spurs up on the table. She started rubbin’ her paunch suggestively, waggling her eyebrows at the stallion in the room with us. She cocked him a sideways glance that spoke volumes about how rewarded he’d inevitably be if he took a moment to give her a good stuffin’ of the culinary variety. “Now when do you suppose lunch is, sweetie-pie? I do declare, I am positively famished!”

She removed her hat and gave the two of us a conspiratorial wink before fixin’ the sheriff with a mighty keen eye. “Why, I’m so starved I might even eat some’a that slop you’re always pickin’ at like a right vulture! I tell you, ladies, this gentlecolt simply can’t prep a fine, juicy steak to keep his neck out of the Californeigha Collar, hohoho~”

I exchanged a glance with Pinkie, which Silverstar must’ve picked up on, ‘cause the next thing he did was take the liberty of introducin’ us all pleasant-like. Felt like he were a battered husband keepin’ up appearances for the domineerin’ wife, although thank buck neither of ‘em were wearin’ rings. To this day, I still ain’t sure if he just wanted to puck and nootle his candy train to Pippendilly Station, or if they was doin’ it on the reg’lar.

“This here be my trusty Deputy, Miss Rarity. She’s the only leather-slappin’ cowpoke I’d ever want at my back round these parts... We got a connection that goes deeper’n words.”

I glanced from Rarity to Silverstar and back again, findin’ that to be most troublin’ a statement indeed. Silverstar looked like he might know his way around a big iron on occasion when he weren’t obviously drunk as ten skunks, but this greenhorn seemed like the only way she’d ever be under intense volleys of fire would be if she swished too much liquor round her gums down at the saloon, iffin’ you catch my drift!

“Now just hol’ on a second, Sheriff! You’re telling me this is your Deputy? This gussied-up floozy looks like she don’t know the first thing about keepin’ frontier law. You gotta keep things above board, not under the dang ol’ table!”

Deputy Rarity’s porcelain-white skin turned bright red at that, like she were gettin’ a serious inflammation of the keister. “Well just hold on there a moment, li’l missy!” she blustered.

Once again I gotta admit to havin’ a little heart-throb moment seein’ her all flustered-like! Felt like a damn shame to be levellin’ insults at her professionality, but it t’were exactly the sort of elephant in the room that was puttin’ this town in danger!

So I plunged on, doin’ my best to not feel like I were kickin’ a puppy. It weren’t easy. “I ain’t likin’ what I’m seein’ here, sheriff!”

He flicked his hat, folded them arms a’his. “And what do you think you’re seein’, ma’am?”

Now this next part almost goes without sayin’, but I’ll say it again for the benefit of those of you who’ve spent less’n five minutes in my company: when it comes to tempers, and the keepin’ thereof, I ain’t exactly head of the pack. I gots a mighty unpleasant habit of sayin’ the first thing that comes to mind an awful lot of the time, even when doin’ so ain’t in my best interests. Folks like me usually have an unpleasant habit of ending up six feet under, but so long as I can keep my head out of the hangman’s noose, I’ll keep right on tellin’ the truth no matter what happens! That’s just how I am.

So needless to say, when that fella made that comment, I got plenty riled up! I was mad enough for a whole team of stallions and I were fixin’ to give ol’ Silverstar both barrels right there’n’then!

My fist came down on that table with all the strength of a ragin’ fire. “I’m seein’ a defenseless town that’s ripe for the pickin’! And I see a sheriff what goes and hides with his tail ‘tween his legs when crooks and badniks is runnin’ wild in them there streets!”

I punctuated my next statement by jabbing a finger of the other hand over at Rarity. “And has that... mare... ever even held a gun before? Or are you just keepin’ her around as somethin’ to drape along your desk?”

Rarity were just about to vocalize her frustrations all over again, when Silverstar cut her off. With a speed that actually dang startled me, that bushy-lipped, blusterin’ boob shot up from his desk and slammed both his hands down on the wood with a bang. It were loud enough that it made Pinkie and Rarity shrink away, but I kept my ground. “You’re outta line, Miss!” he snarled at me, enough force behind his anger I were lucky to get showered with flecks of black saliva.

He might’ve figured he’d scared me down, but I were the wrong cowpoke for that sort of attitude! “You’re outta line, Sheriff! You got mashed potatoes for brains?”

I gave the desk a bang of my own and threw my head forwards, bringin’ my forehead up against his with maybe an inch of dead air between us. “I almost got turned to swiss cheese yesterday just tryin’ to help some poor young ladies who had no-one else to turn to! What was you doin’? This whole town’s goin’ to the dogs and the teamster’s asleep at the reins!”

The fire didn’t leave his eyes, but his jaw was movin’, hardly any sound comin’ out but a li’l chokin’ whistle-gurgle. He was so angry he’d been struck near-silent. If he’d had a moment to gather himself, Silverstar might’ve bundled up more rhetoric and tried to jam it down my throat, but there weren’t no need. Rarity chose that moment to intervene before things got any worse.

“Well,” she said, studying her nails with obvious intent to avoid as much eye contact as possible, “She isn’t wrong there, Sheriff. Much as I’m hatin’ to say it, it were mighty brave of her to stare down those Buffalo like she did. I never seen such a fierce look in a filly’s eyes, no two ways ‘bout it.” The big bundle of tub had picked up a nail file from somewhere and was sandin’ down her particulars.

In the next moment, the Sheriff were about to say somethin’, but he’d just dropped off my perceptions. Come crashin’ down, so to speak. Because that were a stick of dynamite that mare had dropped just now and no mistake.

“‘Scuse me, darlin’? You wanna repeat that?”

It were gettin’ hard to think. They’d been watchin’ nearby? Blood rushed to my brain and began poundin’ behind my eyes. As that nagging inkling of dread grew in my mind, the suspicion of how bad things really were, I weren’t just mad... I was furious! “You saw us while it were happenin’?”

Silverstar’s brows knitted. His moustache flicked lightly. “Now Rarity, there ain’t no need to...”

Rarity looked up, cheekily blowin’ the dust from her nails. Was she doin’ this on purpose? She looked more’n a bit sheepish, but at the same time she had the look of someone strugglin’ to keep a smile off their face. “Well, course we was. Just... You know. From a safe distance-like. Mister Silverstar made it quite clear we needed to stay put, he said my flawless features can’t risk the damage.”

My heart was poundin’. My eyes drew all the way back to Silverstar, turnin’ like marbles in my skull. I fixed him with a right-stormy glare. “You son of a cow. You was right there, watchin’ those fellas come within a hair’s breath of pluggin’ me full-a lead, and you didn’t... You didn’t...”

I were so angry I couldn’t even form the words no more. I felt my fingers clawin’ at the desk between us. At first they just scrabbled at the wood, but then I found purchase on the contours and my muscles flexed and I just...

Well, they reckon folks are capable of mighty-great feats of strength under exceptional circumstances! I reckon that must be true... and I ain’t exactly on the small side, neither. Ye, I reckon it’s a regular gun show every day with your pal Applejack around.

That whole dang desk left the floor. I gave it a mighty heave and it went sailin’ overhead, with enough force to batter down the wall and go flyin’ out into the middle of the road. It sailed a good ten yards before it hit the sand and went spinnin’, kickin’ up a dust-cloud that must’ve been damn near fifty-feet high.

When I came to, I was standin’ over Silverstar, fingers outstretched and knees shakin’. I prob’ly looked like a maniac ready to strangle him, because there was actual fear in his eyes for the first time since I’d walked in. I reckon he’d have wet himself if I’d taken another step closer, haw!

Now we was gettin’ somewhere!

Author's Note

For some reason, a lot of my commissioners have a habit of commissioning long, multi-chapter (even multi-arc) stories from me. I don't particularly know why, but it does lead to some unique problems. In this case, Grazing Saddles was originally meant to be concerned with two primary story arcs, the first of which you're reading now, and another story that was supposed to come later.

Rarity was going to be a major character in the second arc, so she's introduced here to set things up for later. Unfortunately, the commissioner decided he didn't want the second arc, so this Rarity stuff ended up kind of... floaty, and not really serving any purpose in the story. If any of you guys ever commission a writer/artist, please do the responsible thing and carefully consider whether or not you'll be able to commit to the entirety of a commission, before commissioning it.

Regardless, getting to write Rarity as a drunken Deputy of a small frontier town was pretty fun! Hope you guys like the new chapter.

The Shootout At Sunny Gulley

Silverstar didn’t have a leg to stand on after that, so of course we cut a deal. In exchange for me not reporting his little act of cowardice to Mayor Sparkle, I had him agree to take us out to the Sunny Gulley Diamond Mine and help us bring those three creeps to justice. Once we had ‘em bundled up with us back at the county office, we could give ‘em the workin’ over they sorely deserved and get some answers about where Thunderhooves was operatin’ out of. It weren’t much, but it were a start.

“Now if y’all are gonna be comin’ out on this posse with me, little missy, you’re gonna be needin’ a weapon.”

Silverstar carried on, lecturing me even as he rifled through his gun cabinet. “Now I ain’t prepared to hand over the big artillery, but jus’ lemme take a gander and see if I have somethin’ in a lady’s size...”

Talk about an eye-roller. I scanned the racks of weapons, seein’ shotguns, .303 rifles, derringers no doubt confiscated from some no-good card sharp, even a gattlin’ gun that I had a mighty strong feeling wasn’t good for much more than scrap metal at this point. But it were a dusty Single-Action Army Revolver at the back of the shelf that caught my eye.

Why yes, that is the very same gun a-sittin’ pretty on my hip right now. Well spotted, kid. Me and this big iron go way back.

So I says to him, “How about that one?” And he tells me, no, no, it’s an antique and it’s tricky to fire ‘cause of the hammer, but I decided to persist with it. In his own words, “I hope it don’t jam just for the sake of your enemies. I’d feel mighty sorry for anypony you decide to kill with your bare hands, Miss Applejack.”

He handed the weapon over. I tucked it firmly into my leg-holster.

He took a DAA revolver for himself. Pinkie still had her shotgun and whatever else was stashed in that hair of hers, while Rarity took a long-barreled .44 breech-loaded carbine that was left over from the big war. Before the day was out, the four of us was blazin’ a trail for the abandoned Diamond Mine, ready to face whatever danger the day brought us.

So we’s arrived at Sunny Gulley on horseback that evenin’, all as ready for a fight as we was gonna be. Me and Silverstar headed up the front of the group, him on account of bein’ a Sheriff...

... And me on account of these babies. Ooh, yeah, you like that? Welcome to the gunshow, pudding.

You ever been to a Diamond Mine in your life, young’un? Well, I want you to imagine, if’n you will, a great and monstrous bite taken right out of the earth. That’s about the shape of what we was dealin’ with here. The miners start by diggin’ a big circle out of the earth, levellin’ the ground off, and seein’ what they can. Then, they make a smaller, concentric hole in the middle of that one, and then another after that. You end up with the earth gouged down just about as far as it’ll go, with lots of hastily-built mine-shafts up and down the levels to dig out promisin’ seams. Add to that a whole passel of minecarts, railway tracks, shanties and crates of dynamite, and you just about got the gist of it.

It created a dangerous environment with unsafe landings, plenty of steep drops and dozens of unstable shafts.

Lookin’ down from on-high as we was, we could see the whole open expanse of the mine stretched out before us and all them dozens of shafts invitin’ us to come exploring. I turned to Rarity and Silverstar. “Well, you two seem to know your way ‘round these parts. Where’s their most likely hideout spot?”

Long story short, we made our way down the perilous stairs and long passages to one of the deeper shafts right at the bottom of the mine. Silverstar told us it were connected to a larger, naturally formed cave network, just perfect for a few ornery Buffalo folk to hide out in before headin’ back to the Valley of Spears.

And as it turned out, we didn’t have to go looking for too long before we found ‘em. We was on those bad boys quick as a jackrabbit.

The location for the encounter was even more dangerous than I woulda guessed. They’d told us about the cave network, but we’d barely been travelling for a few miles underground when the cramped and claustrophobic tunnel opened up into a cavern about as big as the prairies themselves. Thousands of years of water had done some serious work on this place, scraping a bowl out of the earth so large we couldn’t even see the sides and not hair nor hide of the ceiling and the floor! Navigation was afforded by a few stone bridges, each wide as a single stallion, that stretched across the cavern’s expanse, and we found those boys at a kind of natural connection point between a few of ‘em, sittin’ around a campfire and trading stories like it were a right regular evening for them.

‘Spose it was. ‘Spose assaulting mares and tryin’ to ram their unmentionables balls-deep was just a normal afternoon for these creeps, they didn’t seem to be bearing their crimes on their hearts, and certainly not their faces, one bit.

“There they is,” I whispered to the others, from where we was hunkered down behind a rock. And I might’ve been putting on a brave face for them others at the time, but I don’t mind sayin’ that just bein’ in the same place as those brutes again had my heart a-poundin’ in my chest. My blood was roaring for some kinda revenge, some kinda retribution after what they’d done to me. Well, as you might’ve guessed, I had a lot more wreck and ruin to go through that day before I got anything even close to revenge on those two-bit thugs.

“How’s about we just plug ‘em now before they even know what hit ‘em? We only need one of ‘em to spill the beans ‘bout Thunderhooves’s operation.” I said, cockin’ the hammer on my Single-Action. I would have done it, too. And then there would have been two less scuzzwads in the world and maybe I could’ve gone home one happy mare.

Sheriff Silverstar tapped his mustache. “Come on now, Miss Applejack. We’re the good guys, remember? How’s about we just keep our guns trained on ‘em while I talk to ‘em? Get ‘em to come back to Appleloosa so’s we can hang ‘em in front of the townsfolk. Right proper-like.”

Rarity piped up beside him. “Oh, that’s exactly right, darling! That sort of wanton violence jus’ simply ain’t the answer! And besides... We don’t know hide nor hair about which of those devils is the brains of the operation, now do we? Supposin’ we plug the wrong varmint and whichever one we have left over don’t even know his pearls from his oysters?”

Like I said, I was having a hard time thinking straight. So of course I went along with what they said. We all stepped out from behind the rock together, and I bellowed in a harsh voice for them all to stick their hands up.

With the winds whistling through that great open cavern, coupled with the constant water flows dripping down from overhead, I were half-surprised those bullish bullies even heard me! But I reckon when you’re a buffalo livin’ off the land, your senses could be just a mite sharper than your average cowpoke. They heard me alright.

Just about made my heart soar to see Longhorn, Rock and Thief’s hands go shootin’ for the sky. They looked about ready to piss their britches, haw haw haw!

Yep, sure was a shame that were about the time things started to go south mighty fast.

I addressed the trio in the rich and powerful contralto my mama had blessed me with. "Well now," I said. "Fancy meetin' you fellas here."

I laughed, raisin' the barrel of that death-spewin' steel tool in my hands to catch all three in its sights, while all their weapons were still sitting on the ground round the fire. Felt mighty good. I liked that feeling, and no mistake about it, the power over others that a gun gave me. Mm! My toes are curlin' just thinking about it!

If I'd had the time, maybe I'd have trodden all their guns to fragments, or kicked them down that long rocky ravine we was standing at the top of. Yes, no doubt about it: that would’a suited me mighty fine indeed.

"Well, I think all’a you knows what this is gonna be boiling down to. Toss your guns down the ravine, get your hands in the air and get ready to take the long walk back on home to Appleloosa."

I stopped and tilted my head to Pinkie Pie. "Hey, Pinks. You got anything to add to that, or is that about the shape of it?"

Pinkie was right beside me like a good pal should be. She was two-fistin' her sawn-off double-barrel, sighting those despicable varmints over the top of it and exercisin' all kinds of lousy trigger discipline. It were so bad that I reckon if they were to so much as flinch about then she'd have pasted their brains all over the rocks... and what a sight that would have been! "Hell and tarnation, naw, Applejack! I reckon you just about got the shape of it! Can't wait to get these fellas back home to Appleloosa so we can make 'em spill their guts about where their Chiefy is shackin' up!"

To this day, I still adore that girl. When it came to bustin' up the kind of no-good ruffians the Sheriff star always had me tanglin' with, there just weren't nobody I'd rather have at my side. It were almost like havin’ a second me!

"Well, you heard the mare, didn't ya? One day you're drinkin' wine, and the next... you're pickin' grapes!"

I nudged Pinkie Pie in the ribs and shared a chuckle, before I turned my attention back to the pack of jerk-offs. "Now listen up and listen good, alright? We wanna know how to get into the Valley of Spears, so if you baloney-brained thugs wanna keep your heads screwed on your necks... make with the surrenderin'. Alright, fellas?"

I musta been grinnin' like a possum eating a sweet potato, cause they looked ready to just about to make a mess in their pants! All three were on their feet in a heartbeat, hands in the air, gibbering and a-jabbering. Haw, you should've heard them suckers! "Aww, please Miss, don't hurt us! Don't shoot!” Haw haw haw!

Suckers, the lot of 'em. Thief-Of-Lovers got so close to me that I turned him around and put my boot right in the seat of his pants... He were a hootin' and a hollerin' after that, lemme tell ya! Mm, still makes me grin thinking about that damn degenerate bent over the rocks and grippin' his boiling butt with both hands.

So you must be thinking to yourself about now, "It sounds too good to be true, Applejack. It can't have all worked out as you're implying it did, or things wouldn't be such a big durn mess nowadays." And, as a matter of fact, you'd be right. See, what comes next in this sad little story is one heck of a downward spiral.

It were such a good plan. It woulda worked too, if not for ol' Silverstar. Yeah, that's right. You guessed it, bucko: that son of a bitch done sold us out.

I'd gotten so carried away with all my posturin' and whatnot that me and Pinkie were quite a ways ahead of Rarity and Silverstar. So when we heard the dull click of a hammer bein' cocked behind us, there were only one weapon that could be making it.

After all, Rarity was still holding her carbine. Them Buffalo guns were still on the ground. No, the only weapon that could be was the Double-Action Army clutched in Silverstar's trembling hand, pointed right at the two of us.

"Alright, girls," he said in that long, drawn-out drawl of his. "That's just about enough. Playtime's over."

My stomach did flips in my belly, turning over and over on itself. I felt the raw betrayal sinkin' into my bones at the same time I felt the bile rising up in me.

They say you can only lose your innocence once. You only get one shot at a carefree life where you don't get to see what real scum is. And Silverstar took mine away like he were scrapin' gum off his boot.

I turned my head back towards Silverstar, but not before seein' those three Buffalo grinnin’ like nutters. Had they been expecting this? My guts hurt, and the smile on my face became a bloodless rictus. I couldn't believe my ears.

I must've been taking a while to respond because Silverstar spoke up again. "Come on, Miss Applejack. You get away from those fellas and give 'em some room. They's leavin’ now."

I wasn't the only one who looked shocked, neither. On my left, Pinkie's jaw had dropped. Behind Silverstar, Rarity was stammering, eyes darting between him and me. "What? What what what?" All us girls was mighty confused to say the least.

I heard my own voice, breathless and disbelieving. it sounded like it was coming from somewhere most very far away indeed. "Silverstar, son, we got 'em. We can find out a way into the Valley of Spears and shut down this whole Buffalo operation, just like we was talkin' about."

He lifted the gun from pointing at jus' my dang chest to catchin' my braincase between its sights. I swallowed noisily, not lowering the barrel of my weapon from those three boys. I spoke again: "We got absolutely nuthin' to gain by doing this. Don't... Don't do this, consarnit. Don't do this, you dirty double-crossin', no-good..."

It weren't fair, really. Why, just yesterday I'd had some uncivilized Buffalo threatening me with guns, and I'd taken steps to prevent it ever happening again. But now it weren't even that, now it was a pony! One of my own! I could've spit in frustration, I could've puked my guts up.

It just weren't fair and it didn't get no-better when that sonovagun spoke up again: "Just shut it, Applejack. Ain't no good gonna come of this wild goose chase and your persecutin' of these boys. We got a deal with Thunderhooves, y’hear? I don't intend to break it."

My head was spinnin' and I could barely think of how to respond. I was so naive back then. Nowadays I wouldn’t have hesitated about fillin’ that dirty Dan to the brim with lead. "What deal?"

"There’s at least twice as many Thunderhooves Buffalo in this area as ponies, Applejack. I'm just one stallion. You really think we only had a few boys comin' into the town and causing trouble cause I was doin’ such a good job as sheriff?"

"Naw, you're nuttier than a Peanut Show if you believe that baloney. We let the Buffalo do what they want, and they don't burn Appleloosa to the ground. That's the deal we got, and I'll be damned if I'll let you mess it up for us, missy."

“I only came along on your stupid little trek through hell and high water so's I could keep an eye on you. The second push came to shove, I was ready to step in and do what needed to be done... for the good of our town, for the good of everyone. And that’s somethin’ you don’t know two bits about, I reckon.”

My shoulders sagged under the face of his accusations. I didn’t even know where to begin protestin’, despite the feeling in my gut like this was all so wrong. “Sheriff, no...”

He walked up to me and jabbed that pistola under my chin, lettin’ me feel the cold metal on my horse-hairs. While those Buffalo sniggered and guffawed, Silverstar whispered, dead serious-like, “We don’t want your help. We don’t need it. Understand, Applejack?”

Thief swaggered on up to me with his thumbs jabbed deep in his pants. Meanwhile, those two bad hombres behind him got to scoopin’ up their cannons, and redistributing the lead dispensaries. It felt like I’d worked my butt off to empty their hands of guns, and now they were fillin’ up again without so much as a by-your-leave. I growled in the pit of my throat.

A six-shooter ended up in Thief’s hands, and he didn’t waste a moment jabbing it right into my snout. “Oooh, yeah, I’m gonna enjoy this. What’s the matter? The orange pony couldn’t keep her pussy in her pants, huh?”

He trailed his other hand down my cheek. I just about shuddered in disgust when that big-dick bully smiled. “Now she’s here for another load of buffalo cum.”

He glanced back at his men, sharing a smirk, then unstuck the weapon from my cheek. Now that I hadn’t been expecting. The buffalo strolled right on past me, leavin’ me speechless.

“Only thing is, seems like there’s only three of you girls for four of us guys... Mighty uneven number, ain’t it, sheriff?”

Silverstar nodded, looping his fingers in Rarity’s. “Well, as a matter of fact, me and my deputy were just leavin’... But y’all can do whatever you want to those two, it ain’t no business of mi - ”

The ruffian didn’t get to finish. With a series of heavy, echoing thuds of boots on stone, Thief crossed the distance between them in a heartbeat. That mountain of big, shaggy buffalo hide rose up, all the beef and muscle and whatever else underneath it risin’ to the occasion most ominous-like.

With just a single shove, Thief sent Silverstar plunging into the ravine, and it swallowed him up. I raised a hand, going to cry out, but there weren’t nobody to shout to no more.

The chasm howled as it accepted its treat. I hadn’t even gotten to see the look on his face before he’d vanished.

That great echoing rush of air was finally broken by a choked-up howl of remorse from Miss Rarity. She raised her carbine, tears in her eyes, and squeezed off a shot that done-whizzed past Thief’s noggin, taking a chunk out of the wall right by our ears. In response, Thief leant down, turned his whole body, and brought all the built-up inertia into the deputy’s belly, tossing her over the edge of the ravine right after her boss. The outline of her pretty dress turned dark, then became a silhouette, then vanished altogether with a fading scream.

Suddenly, the flow of time caught up with me, hittin’ me like a ton of bricks. My head was poundin’ and my heart was racin’, fear flowing fast in my veins. It can’t have been more than a few seconds since Silverstar had had his gun on me, all told, and now both he and Rarity was gone.

Me and Pinkie both raised our guns but Thief were standin’ close enough to Pinkie he were able to seize her before she could do any harm. It were a mighty shame: that double-barrel of hers had enough of a punch to rip a man in two, but it were knocked out of her hands quick-smart. Rock and Longhorn opened up on me with a hail of fire, and I dove for cover, the tails of my duster billowin’ out behind me as I rolled. That’s where half of these bullet-holes I got now come from, I reckon.

I landed behind a rock and pressed my back to it, pausin’ to catch a breather... but it weren’t long before I heard Thief call out to me: “You best get out from behind there, li’l orange pony... Not unless you want to see your friend’s brains blown all over the cave floor.”

Even out of the line of fire as I was, m’heart was still pounding in my chest. It were goin’ so fast I were surprised it hadn’t just given up the ghost and stopped altogether. To think I was starin’ down death again for the second time in less’n 24 hours!

“Alright...Don’t hurt her,” I called. “I’m comin’ out.”

“You better,” he hissed.

“Don’t do it, AJ, it’s a tr - Ooog!”

I spent a moment steelin’ myself. I reminded m’self this were no different than yesterday... I were face-to-face with death, and I just had to calm down and rationally make the right choices to survive.

Only difference was now I had a weapon clutched tight in my hot little hand.

I took a deep breath, and checked my cylinder: six shiny bullets stared back at me. With only three guys on the other side of this rock, I rather happened to like those odds.

I focused. I acted.

Closing my weapon with a click, I leapt out from behind cover. I ran sideways, the sound of my boots slappin’ on the stone floor echoing all around the chamber. I pointed my gun straight at ‘em, thumb on the hammer.

My pistol rang out as I fired my first shot. I kept runnin’ to the side, even as their return fire turned the rocks around my feet to swiss cheese. Gunshot after gunshot rang in my ears, yet none of ‘em found their targets: seemed like those boys had spent one too many nights out on the town.

The first shot hit Taker’s weapon with enough force to blast it out from between his fingers. The gun went spinnin’ through the air, arcing into the sky, then plungin’ into the ravine. No time to pat m’self on the back, however, I had two more weapons trained on me.

Rock was next. A pistol made for a reg’lar-sized pony looked like a colt’s plaything in those fat mitts a’his. It were a trickier shot, and ideally I would’ve had a little more time, but the barrel of his weapon was already correcting for my movement.

My free hand came down, striking the hammer hard enough to swing the next chamber of the cylinder, and the next bullet, into place. I squeezed off a second shot, then dropped my body just as his return fire went whizzin’ through the space my head had been just a second ago. He howled in pain as his fingers burned red-hot, and a second gun was gone.

I was sightin’ up Longhorn’s weapon when Thief crashed into me, the impact sending me spinnin’ like a top. The enormous buffalo had come at me in a dead rush, arms stretched out in a bear hug. If I’d let him knock me into the middle of their group, that would’ve been the end of it: thankfully, I clutched his sleeve and we spun end on end for a few seconds. He growled in frustration and threw me into Rock, who had a skull-crushing fist waitin’ for me.

I ducked again, feeling the air carried on those calloused knuckles go rushin’ past my face, inches from turnin’ my head inside out. I clasped his coat-arm with both hands and followed through on his inertia, bowling him into the smaller buffalo, and then tossed m’head this way and that lookin’ for Longhorn. I finally spotted him backin’ away on the other side of the small platform, and I shot my arm up, alignin’ him in the sights of my weapon.

I fanned the hammer a second time. He hissed in pain and dropped to the ground, clutchin’ a winged arm.

While Longhorn’s pained whimpers filled the air, I let my shoulders sag. I sucked in a deep breath to calm my nerves, then huffed the smoke from the barrel of my gun. The adrenaline that had taken me this far wore off, and I took stock of the situation.

Not a bad situation, neither. There I was, standin’ in the middle of three trained killers, and yet I was the only one with a pistol out of all of us, and they was all injured.

“Well, I’ll be. Seems like all those days spent varmint-huntin’ with ol’ Granny Smith done paid off.”

There was a sharp intake of air nearby. Pinkie’s head shot up, eyes sparkling and jaw dropped. “You’re the granddaughter of Granny Smith? The roughest, toughest, baddest cowgirl in the whole West?”

She spun around to face the trio of buffalo, big skirts fanning’ out around her. She was grinnin’ ear-to-ear, hands planted on her cheeks. “Did you guys hear that? I can’t believe it! Can you believe it?”

The buffalo glared back at her all deadpan. I could have just about heard a pin drop, and finally broke the silence with a clearin’ of the throat. “Ahem-hem-hem. Yeah, Pinkie, those buffalo look pleased as punch. Positively brimmin’ over with excitement.”

I poked the brim of my hat up with m’gun, and gave the lot of ‘em a trademark Apple Family grin... which was rapidly interrupted as Pinkie flung herself towards me, burrowing her face into my chest. “This is... so... awesome!”

I wrapped my free arm around her as I pointed my gun this way and that, darin’ anyone to so much as try to fuck with either of us.

I gripped her shoulder tighter, and she snuggled back into my arms. “Now listen, Pinks. There’ll be plenty’a time to suckle from momma’s teat when we’s back in town. For now, I need your shotgun trained on these suckers. Might just need you to perform an impromptu neuterin’ and all.”

Rather than impressing the importance of the situation on Pinkie like I’d meant to, I think all I managed to do was set off a waterfall in the little dyke’s panties. She looked up at me, all smiles, and wiped a stray tear from her eye. “Aye aye, Applejack!”

Reluctantly, she eased herself away from my bosom, and cocked her shotgun at those badniks. “Y’all heard Miss Applejack! You so much as spit and I’ll blow you buffalo to Kingdom Come! Haw!”

Now, truth be told, as banditos went these three weren’t exactly bad actors. And despite the unfortunate twist in my little tale comin’ up, they actually had the good decency to look downcast and defeated... More’s the pity! If I’d known what was comin’, I would’ve loved the opportunity to blast ‘em full’a lead.

“Alright, alright, we’ll go quietly,” growled Longhorn, lookin’ upset as a wet hen. I batted the ol’ peepers his way, then spun around and started headin’ for the exit, with Pinkie drawing up the rear.

And lemme tell you, she had her Whinnychester trained nice and tight-like on those boy’s cabooses. And that’s a fact! She might be silly as a goose seven days of the week, but right then there weren’t nopony I’d rather have drawing up the rear of our posse.

Aside from Miss Rarity...

Thinkin’ that, I found myself glancin’ down the ravine again, and felt my stomach lurch. All I could do was just hope she’d grabbed onto something on the way down, maybe fallen into some water or something. I didn’t wanna deal with the thought I might’ve sent an innocent dame, ‘specially a dame with knockers like that, down to her doom.

I made myself focus on the mission at hand. Gotta get these brigands back to town, now don’t I?

But we’d only made it a few dozen steps or so when I paused... and Pinkie came to a halt a few seconds afterwards. We both just stood there on the spot, chests pounding, and eyes crossing.

“Hnnnh...” I let out an unearthly groan, which was immediately followed up by the kind of in-heat panting I might’ve seen from animals out on the range, not a fine and upstandin’ country gal like m’self. The smell were just so... earthy. So potent. Ponies like us was still part animal, after all, and this aroma nigglin’ its way up our nostrils, hoo boy. It was speakin’ to that beastly part of us, I reckon!

My knees buckled, as I went limp as a wet rag. Something real good was forcing its way up my nose and into my brain, and it were gettin’ into me deeper and more forcefully than any red’n’raw buffalo rod ever could have. Pinkie came and stood behind me, and I got to see the look of panic that must’ve been on my face reflected plainly on her features.

“A-Applejack... What’s that super-good smell...? Oooh, it’s making my pussy all tingly and - ” I clamped a hand over Pinkie’s mouth, tryin’ to shut her up, but it were just too late by then. Once those words were out, I felt their power as well, and became all too aware of just how incensed m’loins really were.

I let my hand fall from her face in defeat. We girls both just stood there, side-by-side, as that stunning aroma worked its magic on us. I were achin’ for a man’s touch, and I reckon Pinkie must have been too.

Then the owners of that otherworldly, ovary-overpowering stink made themselves known.

Much as I would have liked to make a break for the exit, it was now closed off to us: from out of the shadows emerged a right plethora of big, barrel-chested buffalo, raising bows, six-shooters, machetes, spears... Trompin’ towards us all good cheer and smiles, pointing all kinds of sinister steel and throbbing lewd flesh at our soft, curvy butts.

Bodies muscular beyond belief began to move into the light, bedecked with all manner of fetishes, tribal ornamentation, feathers and furs on display over sleek coats ranging from light orange to deepest black... Our three banditos might’ve had a bit of pony culture rubbin’ off on them here and there with their tight jeans and their kerchiefs and whatnot, but these fellas were buffalo braves, straight out of a settler’s nightmare.

There must have been a dozen of ‘em or more, enough naked, powerful, male forms on display to totally confuse the spots between our legs. My knees went weak and m’pussy moist at those powerful gazes bearing down on us.

It were like my body were shoutin’ at me that this might be m’last chance for procreation: us shameless, naughty ponies were lookin’ our deaths square in the face, and all I could think about was how dang hot some of them fellas looked. Could it be yesterday’s face-poundin’ - yesterday’s rape - had left ol’ Applejack with an overwhelming thirst for more? Were us ponies so in need of a rut that we’d easily curl up with anything that’d made us bray?

I wanted to drop m’jeans right then and there. I couldn’t help it that hard, muscular bodies like that had been put on this world to make gals like us wanna flash some pink!

Sure as sugar, I heard laughter behind me soon enough. Those nasty banditos was all smilin’ when I glanced back, and Thief in particular was giving me the most shit-eatin’ grin I’d ever seen.

“Sure did take you boys a while to show. If you’d gotten here a second later, this pony bitch here might’ve just blasted our heads clean off.”

“Miss, uhh... Applejack, right?” he asked, as he strolled up to me and laid a big paw on my shoulder, “You should’a done your homework. We don’t just use this abandoned mine as a hideout in-between raids on your pissant little town, hell naw. It’s also our rendezvous point with the rest of the Thunderhooves tribe... And I reckon these ten or twelve buffalo braves might just wanna have a word or two with you before we let you wiggle that fat ass on outta here, mm?”

I gulped. Pinkie turned to me, poutin’ mighty hard. “That dang Silverstar never told us nothin’ about no rendy-hooves point!”

I let out a breath of air I didn’t realize I’d been holding until then. “Yeah, you ain’t wrong there, Pinkie. That snake in the grass didn’t have a word to say on any of this.”

We dropped our steel, and we surrendered.

Buffaloes On Ponies

Now y’all might be wonderin’ about now exactly what happened to Rarity and Silverstar. As I found out later, Rarity weren’t the only survivor of their plummet... as it turned out, the cavern floor weren’t too far down. Ol’ “Heavenly Pair-ity” passed out for a few minutes after the impact, but when she clawed her way to her spurs, Sheriff Silverstar was up and about too.

I’ll be frank, I don’t know the exact details of what took place durin’ their conversing... Other than that Silverstar wanted them both to go back to town, and kept on saying they was lucky they were still alive. Say what I will about him bein’ a yellow-bellied coward, but sometimes that galoot had a solid head on his shoulders. It probably were in everyone’s best interests that they just go back to Appleloosa and forget any of this had ever happened.

But when he exited the mine, he did so alone, and unarmed, and with a right shiner of a black eye Rarity left him as a souvenir of their time together. Seems like he’d tried to subdue her and drag her out, and she’d kicked, scratched and bitten him a dozen times over.

He cursed her name, called her a fool and a bitch, and other every bad name he could think of, then bid her good day and stalked on outta there.

Rarity turned and plodded back into the mine, squaring her shoulders and tugging her carbine’s strap tight against her breasts.

But if I’d heard what her plan for savin’ the day was, I’d probably have told her not to bother.

So after we were held up, it didn’t take long for those buffalo to sequester us away somewhere more private-like. Pinkie and I was unceremoniously stripped out of our clothes and thrown onto our knees in the middle of a mighty big circle of mighty-horny buffalo. We tossed our heads this way and that, yet every which way we looked there was endless male flesh to rove over: gaggles of fit, delicious buffalo men, young and old. And as we stared, they stared back: just by simply existing in the middle of ‘em, we could already feel all eyes, and penises, turnin’ in our direction.

I mean, no bones about it, I’ve got a fantastic body. Those buffalo must’ve been itchin’ for a taste of pony the second they laid eyes on me: I got the full package.

I were a farmhand by trade, a hard workin’ gal who’d been built up on the range just as much as any one of those fellas. Every move I made, ever practised swing of the hips of plantin’ a hand on a hard male body was a case of all those developed, powerful muscles a-shiftin’ under the skin, just like honed and mobilized clockwork. The effect in motion was nothin’ short of mouthwatering, and could turn even the barest glance into a lingering stare.

I paused to brush some dirt from m’butt, firm ass cheeks delightin’ those boys with a healthy bit of jiggle. They were settlin’ for less, though. No doubt they’d much rather be eyeballing the bare, shaven cleft of the pussy between m’legs, barely concealed right now by a criminally small pair of panties.

"Oooooh, look at all their bodies, Applejack! All those muscles... All those giant cocks!”

Despite the situation, Pinkie’s eyes were actually sparklin’. Her tongue was hanging out of her drooling mouth, as if she were takin’ after the border collie I got back home. “Oooh! It’s a good thing the townsfolk aren’t here to see me like this, I think this is about to get Adults-Only!"

She obviously wanted to sample the many fine, fresh, hot cocks around us, presenting themselves to our pretty pussies.

“Shouldn’t you be more concerned they might toss us down the chasm, Pinks?” I said, rollin’ my eyes. In doin’ so aligned them with my partner’s bared curves. My gaze stuck fast, and I soon found m’self pervin’ on her just as much as those hunky hung buffalo.

Even here in this dark and dirty cave, Pinkie Pie still looked like a ray of sunshine on a cold and misty day. It was one thing seeing the curvaceous babe workin’ the bar at her saloon, but a whole other seeing her down on her knees, meaty tits spillin’ out of her expensive black lingerie. She could’a made the cows at home feel flat-chested, let alone a gal like me.

Most gals could only dream of having a body on-par with Pinkie Pie's breedalicious curves, from her soft, fat, breasts that made babies' mouths water on-sight, to those super-thick, mega-curvaceous hips... large enough to get pinched in no matter what she happened to be wearin’ at the time. The good looks were topped off by her soulful blue eyes like no other, and that long, flowin’ pink mane that was just too cute for words.

Just between you and me, I reckon it might be the first time I weren’t actually too jealous of that bod of hers. All that sinful succulence were about to get her into a whole world of trouble! Under those eager gazes, her pale, svelte flesh was glistening with beads of sticky sweat just beggin’ to be licked off.

And speakin’ of licking things off... Those bulls were one-by-one baring risin’ veined cocks that each seemed to be impossibly too-huge in their own way. Bein’ presented with a forest of ‘em all at once made m’pussy feel like even more of a target than ever before. Like the treasure callin’ on a horde of pillagers, or the blood in the water around a shiver of sharks.

In their eyes, both us girls were exercise toys and stress relief dolls, and not much more. And the fact I’d just been a heartbeat away from blowing three of them didn’t seem to factor into their lusts for us. It were probably such an anomaly that they was still havin’ trouble processing it.

They went for Pinkie first, planting one of those insane poles in the side of her face, drawing a gasp from the pervy saloon gal. She eyeballed it up as it sunk deeper into her cheek, eyes darting to me, and then back to the hard, dark head, the slit with semen already leaking from it... Each vein along every turgid, upraised shaft was bulging, any one of these monster-males in heat more than ready to take both of us on by himself.

In a stamina match between your regular pony and buffalo, those brutes had all kinds of advantages of us. Thankfully for us, me and Pinks were far from regular ponies.

Pinkie raised a hand, touching a fingertip to the bulbous head of that nasty, meaty pony-fuckin’ rod. She extended her pinky towards me, eyes bright despite the situation.

I had to hand it to her, Pinkie seemed more excited than scared to be a captive of these beasts. As I watched, a pearly white dollop of semen oozed down the shimmering, whorishly-pink-painted surface of her fingernail. It formed a cartoonishly large teardrop. “AJ, lookie... His cum stinks soooo bad, heehee~”

Before my very eyes, Pinkie plopped the seed directly onto her tongue, and swallowed it directly down her throat.

"Mmmmmm-MM!" she gasped, sucking her fingers dry with a loud series of pops. "Say what you will about the welcoming party, but the local flavour does not disappoint!”

She gave me a sly wink, pausing to roll her face up and down the monumental erection jabbing her cheek. “And you know what they say, AJ! When in Cloudsdale, do as the Pegasi~”

I began to protest, tellin’ her she was nuts, and we had to beg for mercy... But Pinkie just touched her fingertips to her cheeks. "Wait, wait, wait... Lemme guess what you’re gonna say!”

My jaw dropped, but she just kept right on gigglin’ and swaying her pear-shaped hips. ””Pinkie Pie.”” She paused, taking a moment to very thickly lay on what, iffin’ you ask me, were a very poor approximation of my farmgirl intonations.

“”Pinkie Pie,” you’d say. "Them fellers there is buffalos! And sure as apples grow on trees, we’s just cute little ponies! And... Sure as apples is apples, I bet they’d break our little bodies tryin’ to fit those pony-bustin’ rods inside of all y’all ponies, sure as apples is red!” Then you’d probably say “apple” a few more times.”

Pinkie swung her head from side to side, rolling her shoulders. “Apple apple apple~ Heeheehee~”

And I would’ve interjected about now, iffin’ she hadn’t suddenly leaned forwards, and shocked me half to death by tightly clasping my hands in hers. We must’ve looked quite the pair, her bright smile opposite my wide, horrified eyes: “And you know what I say to that?”

“... What, Pinkie?”

“We won’t know until we try, Miss Applejack!”

I groaned. “... You’re plumb outta your mind, Pinkie... That, or some kinda implausible size queen.”

“Me? Crazy? You’re the one who brought me out on this adventure, Applejack! We gotta have a spirit of adventure, right to the very end!”

She were right there, a’course. Pinkie tapped her chin. “You miiiiiiiiiight be right about the “size queen” thingy, though. Heehee~”

I smiled ruefully... She were a true friend, that one. Even after everything that had happened, Pinkie Pie didn’t bear me so much as a lick of malice for gettin’ her into this mess.

“By golly, Pinkie, you’re right. I almost lost sight of what was important for a second there. Thanks...”

She shifted her hands to my shoulders, givin’ me a squeeze that somehow managed to actually calm the flutterin’ in my heart, even if it were just a tad. “Just you wait, Applejack! I know we’re gonna get out of this somehow!”

Pinkie turned her thick, childbearing hips in an exaggerated circle, turning to face the buffalo horde. I couldn’t help but follow her example. Soon, we were both facing the group at large.

“I still got some tricks up m’sleeve,” I said to Pinkie, right before I gave them buffalo a sight they wouldn’t be forgetting any time soon. Pinkie weren’t the only one who could put on a show, after all!

So, with all eyes on me, I laid back on the hard cavern floor and presented myself to the men. Really presenting. My legs were one of my best assets, smooth and hairless from hip to ankles, yet with some of the strongest muscles you ever seen in yer life ripplin’ under the skin.

I kicked m’legs up, and made a show of running my palms over my long, brown legs as I parted them, absolutely nothin’ separating my soft, tender pussy from the dozens of big, burly brutes already beginnin’ to jerk off furiously. With a playful wink and a lick of my lips, I flashed a V for victory.

"You boys want a piece of this? Come and get it!" With my other hand, I circled and teased at my thick, bare labia, sinkin’ them deep into the puffy flesh.

That should’ve been enough to have a few of those hunks poppin’ off already, but somehow the thought of all those eager thugs masturbating to me right then were getting me so dang warm. I realized I kinda wanted them to circle me like hungry predators.

"Well, I know you’re fixin’ for a taste of jizz, Pinkie Pie, but don't forget who’s the boss ‘round here. I saw all these delicious cocks first!" A flip of my hips and a twirl of my legs and I were on m’feet, just a little show of flexibility and strength for those hungry animals gathered only metres away. I could hear their breathing, the errant sounds of hands shovin’ off what little garments they was wearin’. They tossed aside bows and tomahawks and whatever else to reveal big bodies, and sturdy fat cocks!

I reckon any one of ‘em would’ve been happy to plunge into either of us, but with dark and light, muscular and soft, blonde and pinkette, to choose from, they were startin’ to seem confused for the first time since they’d stripped us off. Right there and then, I decided to play up the undercurrent of their indecision, and my “rivalry” with my fellow babe. With a supercilious glance towards the pink-haired whore, I kept my idle fingers playing at the knot of desire between my legs.

"You just had to come runnin’ when you heard there were hunky, hung buffalo bulls ‘round these parts, didn’t you? I could’ve handled this job and more besides all on my own, but you just had to come followin’ along, didn’t you?”

I grinned cockily, tossing my head towards the bulls, letting them in on the private joke at Pinkie’s expense. “Reckon it just goes to show which one of us knows where to get the best dickings, don't it? There ain’t no one what knows cocks like an Apple gal~"

I casually bent over in front of the arrayed ranks of stiff-dicked meatheads, wriggling hips made for just one thing for all those onlookers. One of those elephantine poles was hangin’ inches from my face, draped damn-hear halfway down my back... I grinned sideways at the buffalo, haulin’ it my mouth with both hands, and made sure everyone got a good view of the whole length disappearing down my throat.

I reckon I could just about hear every last one of them fellas clamourin’ for a better view! Nothin’ to get the blood pumpin’ for buffalo males like the sight of a pony diligently handlin’ one of their own, polishing the head of the saliva-splattered, sticky, slippery bull-shaft as it filled up her mouth.

I moaned long and low, before finally lettin’ his hot pole come back up for air. That buffalo looked damn near ready to cum already!

I would’ve liked that, and I worked to keep him down, even as he struggled to get his dick out. I flashed smirkin’ eyes up at him, just daring him to say it felt too good. I sure as shit didn’t have any mercy for any of these fellas... If they go in an Apple’s mouth, balls-deep in her throat, I’m gonna suck their damn dicks off, see if I don’t.

I slurped and suckled him every inch of the way out, until my cheeks were gettin’ pulled out, lips dragged along with his egress.

That buffalo fella tensed up mighty good at that. His upper lip was quivering, those strong legs scuffin’ their way along the cave’s floor. I liked that best of all, I think... nothin’ like using your mouth to reduce the biggest and strongest of stud to little more than squawlin’ babies... Never get tired of that one!

I could feel his eyes, and everyone else’s, glued to my indecent physique as he made a hot, sticky mess inside my mouth. The noise it made were somethin’ else, like a dozen fillies all slurpin’ their soup at once. I couldn’t help but grin cheekily up at him as he squirmed on the end of it.

Took him a while to come down from that one, I reckon. When that hung’n’dumb bully finally did manage to extricate his shaft from the lashing-tongue pit I’d dragged him into, it out, that big dark probably weren’t even recognizable as his own no longer. I’d thoroughly marked him, soaking his shaft from tip to base in a slick, shiny mess. In return, he’d slathered my tongue, and m’smiling lips, a nourishing, and very goopy, white.

“Shlck. Shlurp.” I realized I’d been holding his dick in a vice-grip all this time. Reluctantly, I released him... but not before another wet smack of the ol’ kissers. Gotta show ‘em who’s boss. “Heh.”

Needless to say, the effect on that big crowd of onlooking bulls was palpable, and immediate! Of course, I barely noticed at first: I was more’n a little drunk on dick myself, and mighty preoccupied with comin’ down from my “semen trough” high. You ever happen to swallow as much cum as I have, suck as much dick as I have, you’ll know exactly what I mean... Let’s just say... When you wanna feel at peace with the world and your place in it, ain’t nothin’ better than having a giant cock pressurin’ the back of your throat, and keepin’ your tongue pinned good and proper.

So there I was, still somewhat dizzy, still idly toying with the impossibly-huge dick filling up my hands. I hummed quietly to myself as I traced the lines of the veins mapping his bovine girth, feeling like I were in a dream... but when I did happen to coyly glance towards the crowd, well! I did happen to like what I saw.

I liked it verrrrrry much indeed. So many hands rapidly pistoning up and down so many fatties... To a bull, those belly-filling nutbusters sat heavily atop tennis-ball sized seed pods that looked packed tighter than a pair of my favourite jeans. It made my eyes water just starin’ at ‘em!

The longer the moment drew out, the more gasps were being ripped free from those male’s throats as they roughly had their way with their meat. They were workin’ furiously to spill that seed of theirs all over the ground as they feverishly imagined pumping shot after shot of semen into the wombs of two teasing bitches in particular... It were startin’ to look as if Pinkie and I could get the whole lot blowin’ their loads with even having to touch ‘em!

I could tell at a glance that very few of ‘em were gonna settle for handjobs like that guy... Not that we weren’t plannin’ on giving them the best. Naw, I don’t mind saying that by that stage, we wanted to touch them fellas an awful lot.

Well, I could tell we were in a whole new world of trouble... The longer I stared, the more of those earnest cocks rose up right under our noses, and they didn’t seem the types of peckers to be satisfied with a ladylike little handy... No, those big lugs eagerly stroking away at themselves, very much had the look of fellers who wanted earth-shaking, bed-breaking, hour-after-hour brutal fuckin’ that left cocks achin’ and holes gapin’.

Well, thankfully for their bloated nutsacks, those very, very big boys were in luck. Having watched them produce gallons of cum just from little ol’ me spreading my thick thighs apart and teasing my pussy a little, I couldn’t help but wanna give ‘em exactly what they wanted. Applejack was positively thirsting to spoil some buffalo.

I finally stopped pettin’ the dick in my hands, and let go of it. I swear to this day, it swung like a goshdarn pendulum, and struck his tree-trunk thigh with a “crack” so forceful it dang bounced off. Them buffalo dicks, I tell you what...

I broke the silence: “So what’re you boys all waitin’ for, anyway? Ain’t you fixin’ to “interrogate” me and m’pal here? You ain’t gonna keep us waiting, are you?”

In all my days, I ain’t never seen some boys move so fast. Two of these hulking studs got right on Pinkie Pie, whippin’ out a pair heavy dicks, droppin’ ‘em directly into her eager palms. She were curlin’ her fingers like a mad-mare as they dangled down, then immediately set to squeezing them the moment they touched down.

Pinkie began to enthusiastically jack both them boys off. She were lickin’ her greedy chops something fierce as her hands got to rapidly slithering up and down their cocks.

"Ooh... So big... Heehee, you don’t need Applejack as long as I’m here... Let me take care of you big boys, mm~?” Iyaaan!" Pinkie Pie squeezed both of the men's fat cockheads, her fingers sinking deep into those apple-sized helmets.

I tell you, I almost felt sorry for them buffalo gals back home, knowin’ the state Pinkie was gonna be sending their men back to them in. Heck, they’d probably end up kicking their men to the curb when those poor bitches caught them moaning our names instead of theirs!

It weren’t long before we were both bein’ squeezed and bumped from all sides by cocks and chiseled abs, all of them eagerly rubbing and slapping against our curves. And they weren't quiet ‘bout it, neither, there were cheers and jeers from the leering crowd, every guy begging to have a go with the sexy ponies. Some of them were even arguing which one of us was hotter.

My blood felt like it were racin’ in my veins. Pinkie was heated up too... We were both makin’ wild-eyed glances at each other like a pair of bitches in heat, fiery and turned up. It might just go some way to explainin’ exactly why I ended up doing what I did next.

I spoke to Pinkie in my most arrogant tone: "You look like you’re doin’ alright, but you know...”

I kept right on doin’ my best to fend off the cocks that were already grinding and thrusting into my cupped palms and tender armpits. Another had even managed to fill up the gap between my thighs.

I paused to coil my bicep, fingers sinkin’ into a buffalo cock so deep he creamed himself right there and then. Like putty in m’hands. “Somehow, I got a feelin I can get a few more of ‘em off than you, sugar.”

"How’s about we have a little creampie competition? See who can get the most buffalo off, mm? We can judge it by who's got more cum filling her pussy.”

I squeezed my thighs together and the stiff cock between ‘em nutted all down m’legs. I released him, and let the next fella wiggle into his spot. “How’s about it? Think you can beat me?”

I woulda smirked her way, if one’a them brutes hadn’t taken the opportunity to close his hands around the back of my head and start thrustin’ into my mouth. He were rough, too, pounding in and out like I was an object for his use. Nevertheless, my lips expertly wrapped around his flared head, and let it find a nice, warm purchase on the inside of my cheek.

I might be slobberin’ and droolin’ on his pole, but I kept my eyes turned sideways at my would-be rival, Pinkie Pie. She smirked right back at me: "You wanna challenge me to a bareback-breeding, creampie fuckathon?”

Pinkie slurped her tongue around the inside of her mouth. “Applejack! You're on!"

And so the race was on!

Here in the deep, dark and already-plenty musky cave, the air was growing thick with myriad scents of cock and balls. Strong dicks, fat dicks, male dicks locked and loaded with babymaking seed. Pinkie Pie's nostrils twitched something fierce, then she let out an incredible sneeze. "Wo~ow! This manly smell is getting out of control! Applejack, I... I don't even know where to begin describing it! it's like every veiny, plump pecker here is jumping and twitching all at once, trying to lay its own claim to my nostrils!”

She sniffled around, letting her eyes roll back in her head a little bit more than I was comfortable with. “Soooo many unique, heady aromas! Applejack, these guys aren’t gonna be satisfied until they've jam-packed their loads into us!"

Seems like those buffalo couldn’t have agreed more with her. One of ‘em even went so far as to roughly seize Pinkie’s wrist and yank her her into him, smothering those huge, soft breasts of hers against his chest.

To her credit, she let out a simply marvelous little, "Whoooaaah~!" of surprise, but then trailed her fingertips up and down his pecs. She was grinning, grinnin’ with a perversion that seemed like it had been simmering under the surface for some time, and now it was free to be let out.

Pinkie Pie licked her lips coyly, winking towards me and cocking her leg in a sinfully sexy way. "Looks like we lucked out, AJ! These cocks are incredible!”

I barely even heard her, honestly. When Pinkie Pie turned her head over towards me, all she got to take in was the sight of me bobbin’ my head, sucking on one of the biggest, fattest cocks I’d ever handled.

She did one of her cartoonish little gapes, her finger swirling around the inside of her mouth as drool oozed down her chin. That just looked way too delicious!

Pinkie Pie swayed her wide hips to-and-fro cupping both hands to her large, soft breasts. She twisted her body this way and that with need. Her face was burning bright red! "What a pinch! I want to suck that one and that one and all those ones... Ooh!”

"I reckon by the end of this, you’ll have had your fill a dozen times over, Pinkie,” I huffed, popping the out the cock bulging my cheeks for all of two seconds to speak her piece. Then I got right back to slathering the whole thing in spit and smeared lip gloss.

I was promptly pulled down to my knees again, the buffalo behind me now joined by another beneath me. Both were sportin’ dicks half as thick as one of my thick arms, pushing into me with such complete impatience I wanted to tell ‘em off. I had not one, but two pulsing erections squeezing into my pussy!

No matter how much I squirmed and squealed, it didn’t get any more comfortable. I furiously jerked off the dicks in my hands even faster, suckling and gulping down the cock in my mouth as excitement took over.

Pinkie would do well to remember it was hardly a mindless slut she was competing with; every movement I made was a precise motion to milk those bad boys off and out. In any case, I were just about vibrating on the two dicks smashing my pussy, a visible bump just under my belly button where those two bulls were fighting greedily to be the first to fill my womb.

My womb was being pushed on by the battling bulges beating my baby maker harder than two brawlin’ broncos, complete with climactic spews of powerful white seed that didn't splash so much as jet straight through my cervix. They easily filled my womb to the brim, exceeding anything Pinkie Pie had gathered so far.

Waves after wave of hot cum pounded into the back of my fresh, young uterus. the tide only increasing as the two men dug their fingers into my hips and waist, nearly leaving marks on my dark skin as their balls pulled up and squeezed against my. They must’ve finished getting their lengths into me and shoving her cervix open, because I felt not one but two hot, pulsating members plugging up the tiny opening. They were free to pour everything they had into me, with no risk of splashback wasting any of the precious seed.

There was so much sperm filling my Amazon curves it'd be hard for me to imagine taking any more... but them buffalo seemed to wanna prove me wrong! The one fucking my throat grabbed me by the hair, those long blonde tresses turned to handlebars as he hilted my lips and crushed my chin between his balls.

By that stage, it dang near felt like my stomach was already half full with thick, white seed. Every orgasmic load being wrung out oozed deep inside me in agonizingly wrung-out dollops, actively milked by my internal muscles. When it finally settled deep inside my gut, their loads popped in massive bubbles of fertile spunk.

I heard Pinkie Pie whistling appreciatively. Seems like she couldn’t help but be impressed as I wrangled five bulls at once! She must’ve been redefining her opinion of me after seeing my puffy pussy bulging as it greedily gulped down not one meaty shaft, but two!

"Wooo~ooow, AJ, that’s amazing!" she said, breath coming out of her mouth in the hottest little steam-cloud huffs. Pinkie Pie came and squatted down beside me, poking a finger at my bulging tummy.

The sight of two cocks glancing against each other as they invaded her body, veins grinding on veins made Pinkie Pie's pussy ache in sympathy just looking at it, but she was dead wrong if she thought her buddy Applejack was having any trouble. More like I couldn't get enough of it!

"Just check that out, fellas! If you look closely, you can see Applejack's tummy bulging with double dicks! Right about... here!" She grazed her fingertips over the bulging heads of the two penises, where they were roughly messing up my insides, and got plenty of appreciative gasps from the bulls. "I’m so impressed, Applejack! I wanna try it too!"

Now I couldn’t see a whole lot of what was goin’ on with her, but what I did see, I happened to like quite a bit. Pinkie Pie stood, framing the Equestrian dust bowl’s most premier booty, two clappin' fat cheeks that would swallow up a man’s arm, let alone his cock.

She put her hands on her hips and bent over forwards, raising that glorious rear, and in doin’ so, bared a tight, puckered butthole that winked for the men and me alike. Just below that was the real treat though: a naughty sex-hole that still looked tight as a glove, despite having finished plenty of rounds of risky sex already. Even now, it had some mighty fine sealed lips, with only the faintest splash of pink to let you know she was feeling the heat.

Pinkie cocked one foot up by her butt and planted her other hand on her cheek, smiling cutely for those naughty boys “tormenting” the two of us.

She inserted a finger into her sticky pussy, teasingly pinning one of those sticky lips to her thigh. Her slit’s insides were red-hot, looking like they needed plenty of attentive, lovely stroking to calm her down. She’d need it to get back to some degree of normalcy, if that were even possible for us at this point.

At this point, motherhood seemed more likely. We could honestly go hell or high water at this point.

"Just look at the effect Applejack's double-vaginal mega-fuck had on me, boys! Everyone’s favourite pony Pinkie Pie is drooling like crazy between her legs!”

A throbbing cock suddenly dangled beside Pinkie Pie's shocked, innocent little face, and I swear her eyes swivelled to it like one’a them carnival clown games. She inhaled the heady musk of a man and her mouth seemed to drop all of its own accord! "Uwwoooah! There's a big one now!"

As I watched, she quickly snaffled the flared head, sliding inch after inch into her gullet. Finally, perhaps mercifully, she’d stopped talking, and remembered we was supposed to be havin’ a competition! Like she should have five or so minutes ago!

By now, Pinkie had a lot of ground to cover, but she were certainly making a good effort when she let that sticky, fat one erupt into her tummy. Her throat pistoned up and down, and Pinkie noisily “glukked” down shot after shot of jizz, with no end in sight.

The men started using her like a spunk bank, holding her head and passing the pinkette’s mouth from one cock to another. They dumped their loads in her quickly and efficiently, and she took ‘em all, bless ‘er.

She smacked her sperm-stained lips wetly in-between face fucks and extended her tongue with little, "Ahhhh!" sounds whenever the men were being a bit sluggish about getting them in. I reckon she might’ve just doubled the volume of semen I had packed into my tummy, and that was without even starting on her pussy yet! I reckoned this were gonna be a close match~

Well, I couldn’t just sit there workin’ up a lesbian crush all day long! There were still a dozen or more cocks for the two of us to wear down, after all! With a loud pop and some astonished, tired groans, two more freshly milked cocks were ejected from my tight pussy, and I polished off another pair of loads in my mouth.

With them taken care of, I crawled over to a fresh patch of floor next to Pinkie Pie, where I promptly got impaled on another pair of hard, pulsing dicks shoving their way into her cervix. I let ‘em bounce and savage my body as I looked on at Pinkie’s fast and furious facefucking. She were definitely making headway... getting her head way, way down them cocks, that is!

I saw her signalin’ the buffalo for more dicks, so I moved quickly. With a little pout and a point to my unoccupied mouth, I tempted the next bull in line to come to me instead of hobbling up to Pinkie Pie's seed-smeared mouth. And it would’ve gone smoothly, too, if it weren’t for me really knowin’ how to pick ‘em.

My eyes shot wide open when I realized exactly who I’d called out. It were that no good varmint, Big Standing Rock, and I was finally treated to my first good look at that pecker of his. He were sporting the biggest cock in their entire crew! I think I’d have preferred to get fisted then take that insane girth... although I chose not to share that thought with the buffalo.

Nope, I just kept my mouth as wide open as I could like a good little girl. I felt my head buzzing as the huge swollen glans opened up my jaw. Some of that lip gloss I’d applied earlier was coming in handy now, helping grease up the monster cock as it slid into my mouth, my lips stretching taut over each ridge and vein in the shaft. It felt like my tongue was being pushed down into my throat, there was so little room in my suddenly tiny-feeling mouth for him to fit!

Pinkie didn’t look like she could believe it! Just when she thought her best pal couldn't be any more overpacked, I’d begun taking inch after thick inch of a monster penis down my throat right next to her! It were impossible for her to ignore my eyes tearing up and rolling back in her head as those buffalo cycled in and out to cum in my pussy, easily shifting and manhandling my taut, lightweight body around.

I reckon with the way they was goin, I’d taken more DPs at this point than single penetrations. I were a big girl, and it certainly helped me pack rod after rod in my tiny snatch. They moved me from cock to cock even as my head stayed locked onto the big man's dick.

The pink-haired babe furiously tugged a fistful of hair in either hand, apparently super steamed up that I was soooo much better at being a gigantic fucking whore than her! Haw haw haw, it’s true! She were as mad as an Apple Bucker with two broken back-legs!

But when it came to this dick I was tackling now, she might just be in luck. I figured I was gonna need a little assistance if I was ever going to get that whole shaft into my esophagus... But this also presented a prime opportunity for Pinkie to steal it for herself.

"Echscushe me, shur," slurred Pinkie Pie, plastering her lips along the side of Rock’s cock like a lamprey. She latched on and began slobbering and drooling on him like a champ, tongue rolling in slippery wet circles the whole time!

"Echscushe me, but, as an inquiring pony mind, I'd very much like to inveshtigate this fatty shlab of cock you're shwinging in our facesh!"

Pinkie Pie popped her lips off the tip and batted her eyelashes at him in her most charming way~ "May I please get a taste of your gigantic buffalo cock, sir?" she begged.

And boy was her sucking up rewarded. Rock actually dragged his meaty erection free of my lips, much to my chagrin, and fed it to Pinkie Pie in turn. He gave that greedy belle a mouthful of his monster-cock she wouldn't soon forget. Noisy suck-slurping sounds filled the air as she leaned back on her haunches and took it like a champ, sucking it for a few seconds before passing it back to me.

"We need to team up to take this guy on, AJ! How about a temporary truce?"

I could hardly muster a coherent response around about then. I’d been good and proper robbed of air for so long, after bein’ relentlessly and mercilessly bred by all those gathered bulls. ‘Tween my legs, my pussy were absolutely sloshing with cum to the point the soft little bump in m’ belly couldn't get any bigger, and all the backwash was spilling out around my labia in thick, stringy webs and splattering on the cave floor under me. It wouldn't be any surprise to anyone if all that sperm packed into me was just outright abusing my ovaries, without even waiting for my eggs to come to corral!

Yeah, it took a while, but I finally mustered up the energy for a response: in the form of a cumstained, drooling kiss on Pinkie Pie's lips as she tried to suck down the huge cock in front of us. With both of us latched on to the head, it was kind of like we was kissing, anyhows. And when my lips met hers, Pinkie cried out in alarm... a sound that rapidly gave way to heated mewling.

Our tongues was certainly wrestling, both of us marmin’ that dick something fierce, taking our turns twirling along the man's swollen frenulum, gently poking at the urethra opening, chasing each other around the swell of his glans. Every now and then, us girls pulled back to the tip and outright kissed each other on the mouth. Free of cock for one divine second, we smooched like angels, even as our hands clapped on either side of the lucky brute’s shaft to stroke him off furiously, and cupped his balls in our dainty grips and squeezed.

Our bottom lips, and our slimy tongues, formed a drooling, dripping bed for this stud's big meat, being heavily dented by his iron-hard cockhead as he roughly thrust it back and forward. In-between lashing our tongues on either side of his meaty member, we slurped and sucked on each other's mouths to our heart's content

I got to developin’ a taste for Miss Pie's tongue, too. It were nice and plump. and when she wasn't sucking cock, or lashing it along the many shafts around the duo, she used it to good effect filling my mouth up with its lashing and thrashing. Her fleshy member was also coated in spider web strands of semen from throating so many dicks and motorboating so many nutsacks, making it extra juicy'n'delicious.

We swapped a mixture of our saliva and the bull’s gooey, hot semen back and forth. We drizzled it into each other's mouths, providing a much-needed cooling down for each other after having our bodies and pussies completely rocked by the perverted touches of these brutes. Even while relaxing and reclining around a penis, Pinkie Pie's red pussy was still on full display, quivering in anticipation for a cock! I reckon Pinkie Pie liked kissing other girls about ten-percent as much as she liked sucking and fucking cocks, which just about made it her second-favourite activity in the world.

Mm, where was I? Right, the gigantic, throat-bulgin’ dick.

Soon enough, we two professional sluts were synchronized in their movements, heads sliding in unison as we licked up and down the shaft and played with his balls like mirror images of each other. A little wink from me signaled a change-up in routine, and then we both took turns moving asymmetrically, but still in perfect rhythm. One of us worked the balls while the other handled the tip, then we passed each other as we went up and down his shaft to switch places, then back again. Very soon, Rock started twitching and groaning, surefire signs that he'd fire his cum very soon. It was becoming a game of hot potato, who would get the undoubtedly monster load from this monster cock? Did either of us really want to drown in that much sperm to win our contest?

Half out of casual malice and half out of lurid generosity, I declined to win this battle. Instead, I waited for Pinkie Pie to take her turn on the cock, and then reached out to grab the pink-haired slut by her hair!

I pulled her all the way down on that monster shaft, slick and lubed up with both our tears and spit, and I didn't stop until Pinkie Pie was getting a noseful of the bandito’s treasure trail, and her chin crushed between his balls. Once that babe’s throat was bloated to near twice its graceful width, I stood up, turned around and sat on the skank's head, reams of cum leaking down over Pinkie’s neck as I kept her well seated, and pinned against the man's superb semen-shooter.

The gasp from the amazed crowd was a little victory in itself, and I smiled and flashed a “V” for the lot of ‘em.

A little pony bitch covered and bloated with the cum of several dozen strangers, sitting on her best friend’s head to keep her from pulling a monstercock out of her esophagus. What a sight for those lucky bulls!

Pinkie took it like a champ, to be fair. That naughty boy's nutsack was backed up with weeks of his sticky semen, and he intended to wring it out into her like she was some unlucky farm animal. She glurgled and glooped and groaned and gushed, throat bulging and mascara running. Her head must have been swimming as she became nothing more than a receptacle for hot, sticky loads.

There was a splattering sound like a water balloon bursting, and then Pinkie’s back straightened, her entire body trembling. Two more heady splatters and her head whipped back with the sheer force of it, throwin’ me clean off! Keeping an iron grip on the babe, Rock dumped his semen into Pinkie Pie's receptive mouth over and over, before finally letting her collapse onto her back.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly. A sperm bubble billowed up out of her mouth and popped, coating her entire face white with his amazing, sloppy load.

"Ooop. Ahhh..." Pinkie squirmed on the ground, seemingly finally lost for words~

And what happened to me? Well, you can probably guess... Like I said, I’d been tossed clean off her head and into a waiting pile of horny, backed-up young bulls that were already fighting with each other for position in the split-second before I landed in their midst.

My moment of triumph was rewarded with immediate dicking as I was slammed straight down on a fresh hot member, feeling it spike straight into her cervix as I fell balls-deep on it. The slightest movement threatened to turn me inside out, but I reckon the intense squeezing was enough to make him bloat my womb a little more with the full contents of his testes. Meanwhile, the rest of the guys had to settle with jerking themselves off with her loose hands and even grinding their dicks on my back and in my hair.

At this point, both of us were already getting worn out, and we still hadn't gone through half the gathered crowd. The endless train of repeated violation and fuckin’ continued regardless of our drifting consciousness. Us girls took turns getting on our hands and knees with the other one on her back, sharing upside down kisses as strangers fucked and filled us from either end.

Hours and hours passed in the wildest orgy of either of our lives. It reached the point where we girls could only sit back to back with each other, our bellies already looking pregnant from having so much cum stuffed into us. Our cervixes were refusing to leak even after being pierced and widened by so many fat, throbbing cocks.

I reckon we both had at least one load in us from every one of those fiends, plus any sneaky seconds or thirds that had slipped in since no one was keeping track. There were no blue balls among them by the end of it all.

... If anything, they’d be dry-firing for days.

Now then!

I suppose y’all might be wondering exactly how we got out of that cave... and you wouldn’t be wrong for askin’! I seem to have focused on some of the less than savoury details in my extollin’ of the virtues of those bulls, so lemme tie it all together in a neat little bow for y’all, alright?

Well, I don’t be needin’ to remind you that them caves was originally a minin’ site, now do I? Alongside the naturally-formed foundations we’d been exploring, there were plenty of manmade tunnels, and it was those Rarity had spent the last few hours explorin’.

Now, the way she tells it, she turned those caves upside down lookin’ for dynamite, explosives, anything she could get her hands on, and she loaded it all into the biggest minecart she could find... but that don’t exactly add up with the way she entered our whereabouts.

So, imagine me and Pinkie’s shock when, just as our ridiculous orgy was wrappin’ up, we hear the sound of train-tracks rattlin’ like mad overhead, and a pony screamin’ bloody murder at the top of her lungs, cycling through all kinds of words a good girl shouldn’t know, and plenty of others besides!

Oh yeah, she said them all. There were even a few mixed in there that I didn’t even know!

We saw a light approaching, affixed to the end of a minecart that was bouncin’ and-a jostlin’ like mad, then a kink or somethin’ in the track launched it into the air... I ain’t never seen buffalo go flyin’ in every direction so fast.

The cart came crashin’ down on its side, depositin’ a frantic, frightened Rarity along the cave floor, and about two dozen bundles of miner’s dynamite. Sparks were flyin’ where the cart had scraped a twenty foot long path along the stone floor, and a couple of those bundles had just done gone and lit themselves.

I reckon her heart had definitely been in the right place, but lookin’ back on it, whew! Seems like she damn-near got us all killed!

You wanna know what I think happened? I reckon while ol’ Deputy Gams was diggin’ around for dynamite, she accidentally took a spill and went head first into a random minecart that just happened to be full of bombs, and ended up right in our laps entirely by mishap. But either way, she saved us.

Somehow, amidst all the confusion, I managed to get an elbow into the faces of a few buffalo and knock ‘em down in the dirt. We loaded up that minecart and skedaddled out of there as fast as our legs could carry us... and we got out just before those bundles of TNT turned the sky blood-red, and sent the cave crashin’ down behind us.

It were only when we were outside that we realized we’d grabbed the last three fellas we wanted in the world... That’s right! It was Thief-Of-Lovers, Longhorn, and Big Standin’ Rock. Them varmints who’d gone and gotten us into this trouble in the first place.

Well, you can probably guess what happened after that, can’t you? It ended up being Rarity’s word against Silverstar’s, and unlike him, we’d actually produced results. We had three of the district’s rootin’est and tootin’est badniks in our clutches, and what did he have to show for himself? Criminal negligence towards two deputized civilians, and he’d even put the life of his own deputy in jeopardy to boot!

It seemed like while Mayor Twilight had been aware of his plan to cut a deal with the buffalo, she’d only agreed under duress and we were the opportunity she’d been waiting to turn the tables on him. It didn’t take long for her to strip him of his badge and put him out on his ass.

And me?

Well, the whole dang town needed a new sheriff, didn’t it? Seemed kinda harsh to turn my back on the family business, but I barely had any time to think about it...

Not when we had those three hooligans in the hoosegow, just waiting to spill the beans about how to make it through the Valley of Spears now.

Yesiree, me, Deputy Rarity and Deputy Pinkie Pie just about had our work cut out for us.