My Little Changelings: Love Is Delicious

Applejack’s head connected with the side of Rarity’s house, releasing a loud thud into the air, the farmer grumbling out a string of words that could perfectly display her frustration. She’d screwed it up, somehow, someway, the apple mare felt that she had really screwed this one up big time. Sure, Rarity had told Applejack that she would be coming over, but, did that mean that she actually wanted to? Was Rarity actually only coming out to the farm later because she pitied Applejack? A similar rush of questions found themselves rushing through the apple farmer’s head at high speed while she slowly walked away from the boutique, before Applejack just paused, and released out a laugh.

The mare knew that she was being totally unreasonable with herself. Applejack was the element on honesty, after all, so she was pretty sure she’d of gotten a small hint if Rarity had been pulling her leg. Not only that, but this was Rarity that she was talking about. Last time Applejack checked, there wasn’t any kind of big, hoity toity gathering going on in or anywhere near Ponyville, no chance for Rarity to try and raise up her social standing to the masses of Equestria, and so, she had no reason to lie to Applejack! The rustic mare couldn’t help it, she liked knowing why her friends lied. It was a habit.

With these thoughts in mind, Applejack finally turned and began to walk back towards the farm with that typical confidence that she held in herself. Everything was going to be fine today, more than fine, really. Applebloom and the rest of the cutie mark crusaders were off on some class field trip, so there was no chance for anything from them coming up to bite their rumps. Granny Smith was off with Big Macintosh on official Apple Family business, leaving the care of the farm squarely on Applejack’s shoulders, and ensuring that there would be no interruptions between her and Rarity.

This wasn’t something that Applejack was just springing on the seamstress from nowhere, either. The country mare had taken her sweet time to actually formulate a plan for this. Rarity wasn’t the kind of mare that Applejack could just hope luck would favor her with. She’d known of Ponyville’s seamstress before Twilight ever came into town, and not only did she find her gorgeous, but Applejack felt a deep respect of the mare as well. Rarity was an aspiring business pony looking to better herself and all of Equestria, and while her dresses and general...state of mind was pretty darn froo froo, Applejack could look past all that! Like back during the sleepover at Twilight’s.

Applejack put a big, confident smile on her face. She’d been worrying about nothing for no good reason at all! This was going to go over better than snake on a greased up slip and slide! Why, this was exactly the self vote of confidence that Applejack needed to put that spring back into her step! Everything would be just fine for the pair of them! All Applejack really had to do was prep up the farm and ensure that it was ready to accept the beauty that was Rarity. Applejack felt more and more sure of herself the closer that she got to the farm. The excitement Applejack felt was definitely refreshing. All she had to do was be honest about her feelings, and it’d all work out.

There was only so much that Applejack could really do to beautify the farm before Rarity got there. While she was sure that Rarity would of loved if Applejack had been able to dust all of the dirt off of the ground itself, but there was a limit to even what Applejack could do, even when she was fueled by the motivation to please Rarity and make her feel her best on the farm. Still. Applejack made the farmhouse look as spic and span as she possibly could pushing her elbow grease into every inch, every nook and cranny! Why, she had so much work put into this place it’d shine brighter than the sun on a hot July day! Smell better than a Canterlot beauty spa! Applejack couldn’t be more proud of this place than if she had won all the blue ribbons at the Canterlot rodeo and hung them all around!

Applejack had literally thought of everything for her and Rarity’s little hang out session here on the farm, a session that she hoped would go on to become something more. The table inside was packed with all the apple treats that could come into Applejack’s head. Apple fritter, apple dumpling, apple pie, caramel apples, apples, apple sauce...you get the idea. She made everything that she possibly could out of apples and various other ingredients. The house was filled with scented candles to give it a genuine, Canterlot smell. Applejack wanted that wonderful marshmallow mare to be comfortable, after all. The farm mare had even cracked into the cider reserves, tugging up a whole keg for the pair. Applejack was pretty sure that Rarity wouldn’t make a dent in it, not being Rainbow Dash, but could never be too sure!

As for Applejack herself? Well, it was only natural that Applejack ensured that she was the most presentable out of all of the things that she got to work on preparing for this night! After Applejack had spent time readying the farm and the house for Rarity, and giving a small word of thanks that the damn spa took so long and wasn’t an in and out thing, otherwise Applejack would have had to moved faster than a jackrabbit hopped up on a barrel of sugar on a bright August day. Applejack was able to fix up everything, and even get herself into the shower for some well needed scrubbing down of her frame. Applejack even made sure to use fancy soaps and shampoos! She still smelled a mighty awfully lot like apples, but, apples were a good smell.

Heck, Applejack was in standing on the porch in one of her dress best while she waited for Rarity. A charming, form fitting button up top that she thought that seamstress might be able to appreciate, and a skirt that she’d been informed showed off her legs in just the right way...Now, while Applejack would have almost always taken a pair of hardy jeans over some froo froo skirt, she wanted to really catch Rarity’s eye tonight. She wanted to catch it like a rattler catching a fat field mouse after a week of not eating a darn thing. Applejack had done her best to look nice in the best way that she felt comfortable with, and now, it was all a matter of patiently waiting for Rarity to arrive.

Speaking of waiting for Rarity to arrive, Applejack felt a slow and steady sense of anxiety rising within herself. What if, somehow, Rarity actually wasn’t going to come to her farm? What if she hadn’t done enough to spruce up the place, make it presentable to that upper crust mare? Could there be a chance that Rarity wasn’t even coming at all? Applejack felt that same slight anxiety she’d felt when she had planned out the big family get together that ended so, well...it ended good, but all the stuff in the middle was something that still haunted her! Oh sweet Celestia, what if this was actually going to turn out into the mess that that was!?

All of these thoughts and nightmare scenarios were suddenly put to rest when the mare saw a pony of both purple and white breaking the crest of a hill, heading directly for her farm. Those bouncing purple curls, that bright shining coat of white hair. That even brighter shining jacket of sequins that Applejack swore, if she shined a brighter lighten than the evening sun at, it’d blind all the animals on her farm and be seen back from Ponyville. Rarity might of been a fashion designer, but sometimes that gal wouldn’t know the meaning of moderation if it crawled right on up and bit her right in the tush.

The sight of Rarity, though, was enough to alleviate all of Applejack’s worries. Applejack had been doing all of that silly worrying for nothing, no reason at all! If Rarity hadn’t been meaning to come, she would of told Applejack or at least given her some wanky excuse as to why she couldn’t! Oh, Applejack, ya’ll worry too much. The mare took one more deep breath to steady herself, before setting off from the porch and marching directly towards the marshmallow mare. Oh dear, Applejack could smell whatever perfume that Rarity had drenched herself in from here, and it only got stronger the closer she got. Not that it was a bad perfume, make no mistake. Actually had a more...natural scent to it, one that Applejack could appreciate. There was just a lot of it.

“Why, Applejack, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you clean yourself up this much unless it has to go to a formal event! Even then, the effort isn’t so pronounced. Whatever is the occasion?” Rarity asked in a haughty, teasing voice. Rarity was a smart mare, after all, and while Applejack wasn’t being as blunt as Spike could be, Applejack had a feeling that Rarity knew what she was getting into. The fact that she wasn’t turning this night down was a good sign in the mind of Applejack.

“What, Ah can’t just get all spiffy because Ah want to? Ah just felt like cleaning up more than usual.” Applejack countered, crossing her arms over her chest and fixing her eyes on Rarity. Sweet Celestia in Canterlot, there was something extra beautiful about Rarity on this evening. Like all the blemishes, as microscopic as they might of been, had been washed away. Maybe it was simple some expert applications of coat care and makeup, or maybe Applejack just wasn’t in the mindset to see such things. Either way, she didn’t dwell on it.

“Mmmm, well, I must say that your spontaneous desire has made you look extra spiffy, Applejack. You should get more spontaneous more often.” Rarity complimented, before walking past Applejack and towards the farmhouse, seemingly putting an extra sashay into those hips. If Applejack didn’t know any better, she would have to swear that Rarity looked more curvaceous than she had this morning, or ever before for that matter! Maybe Rarity had done a little bit extra for her own beauty care and just...the way she held herself before coming here as well? The thought was enough to make Applejack’s heart swell. If only she could possibly know just how much Rarity had changed just for this little visit. “So, Applejack, what do you have lined up for our little visit? I hope there isn’t a barn sitting out behind the house waiting to be raised.”

“Oh, come on Rarity, Ah told ya that any hard labor is saved for Rainbow Dash.” Applejack countered, turning on her hoof and moving to catch up with the other mare in a small jog. “But, Ah just thought that we could both sit down and talk a bit. Share some cider. Apple Bloom, Big Mac, Granny Smith, they’re all away doing their own things, so, it’s just us.” Applejack smiled, and that seemed to get Rarity to smirk at the thought. Why, so far, this actually WAS going better than snake on a greased up slip and slide! At least, Rarity hadn’t gone running for the hills yet.

“Why, Applejack, I suppose that that does sound simply delightful. We may even be able to watch the sunset together. You go get the cider, and I’ll be here on the porch, waiting. I’m sure Rainbow Dash wouldn’t mind if she got here while I’m enjoying some quality time with such a good friend.” Rarity winked, before settling herself down in one of the lounge chairs. Applejack gave a firm nod of her head, before turning and hurrying into the house itself to find wherever she had actually put the cider to cool down.

The sense of sheer exhilaration that Applejack felt at how well this was going was truly refreshing. It had just started, sure, but sometimes that’s all you really needed to get you through the rest of an event. One good, solid start to an event could make all the difference, and Applejack highly doubted that there would be any supermassive curve balls to ruin this time! They’d just handled a villain, so that means there’d only be friendship problems for a little while! Applejack finally found the keg of cider, with a few pre-filled bottles resting in an ice filled barrel.

Applejack snatched up a pair of bottles, putting a confident smirk onto her features. She could do this, no problem. Applejack had been there to take on a corrupted alicorn, a lord of chaos, and now a shape shifting queen. Applejack could so take on a simple get together with Rarity. Holding her head high, chin up, and keeping that smile on her face, Applejack walked with an almost swagger back towards where she knew Rarity remained. Though, when Applejack stepped into that room, she froze, sputtered, and yelped all in one. Those icy bottles of cider began to descend towards the ground after slipping from Applejack’s hands, and it was only the magic of Rarity that caught and held them aloft, the mare giving a playful chuckle.

“R-R-Rarity!! What are ya’ll doin’!?” Applejack sputtered, eyes taking in that glorious expanse of those two large, white orbs, tapped with dark purple peaks, pert and well sculpted, just like the mounds that they grew from. Suffice to say, Applejack had walked in on Rarity completely, totally naked. That luxurious white body, laid out naked and bare for the earth pony to gaze upon, that perfume scent utterly filling the room. Normally perfume made Applejack’s noise hairs want to burn up, but this? It was almost intoxicating in it’s intensity. In its aroma. Yet, nowhere near as much as the sight of Rarity herself.

That wonderfully gorgeous alabaster body, laid out all naked and bare, sprawled across the couch in such a way that Applejack’s eyes could feast in every last minute detail of that frame. Those suppel, well crafted legs. Those wide, totally tantalizing hips. A well crafted stomach, leading up to the bosom that Applejack had already oogled over. Applejack didn’t dare to look at what laid betwixt those luscious legs, knowing that she’d enjoy those feminine lips just like she enjoyed the rest of Rarity.

“Why, Applejack, I am simply giving you exactly what you wanted, dear. You’ve always been a terrible liar, and I’ve been able to tell in the way that you’ve...presented yourself all day. The way that you hold yourself, the places that your eyes wander. You might not think that I noticed, but my dear Applejack, I am a mare who works almost exclusively with rare and glorious gems. What is that fantastic saying…?” Rarity mused, sashaying her way up to Applejack, wrapping her arms around her neck. “The devil is in the details.” Rarity winked, pressing her sizeable chest against Applejack’s own. The closeness lit Applejack’s cheeks up into a bright, apple like red.

“R-Rarity! This is indecent on way too many levels! Ya’ll gotta get yer clothes back on! We ain’t even properly dating or nothin’!” Applejack blurted out. Hoo boy, she felt more flustered than a pony who just lost to a mule in a beauty contest! Sure, there had been countless times that Applejack had pictured this very, exact moment, many times before in her own head, but during those fantasies they’d both shared matching rings on each other’s fingers and it was in their own house! Not something so perverted and risque as this! They weren’t married, they weren’t even dating!

“My, my, my, Applejack...I’m a high class mare who aspires to live amongst the most elite of Canterlot. I have to have at least a few secrets and vices...The fact that I am a mare who doesn’t like to dance around what I want with age old regulations or traditions is just one of them.” Rarity coo’d, as her hands reached up and slowly began to unbutton Applejack’s top, button by button, licking her lips with an almost hungry look to the action. Applejack wriggled and squirmed, but could do nothing else to stop the other mare. Applejack wasn’t even sure if she wanted to. That perfume really...really wasn’t helping out her case either. “And don’t even act like, for a moment, you don’t want this juuuust as badly as I do, Applejack.”

“A-As true as that might be, Rarity, it don’t make it anymore right! There...there’s a way that these things are meant to go, and this ain’t it! Ponies have had a way about going about this kinda thing, Rarity! Ya’ll know that!” Applejack blushed and stammered, only getting a chuckle out of Rarity, that marshmallow mare not stopping on her quest to disrobe every inch of Applejack. To reveal a body that, while retaining its feminine features, had been sculpted over years of hard, honest labor. Firmly shaped legs, a stomach of firmness, perky breasts like tear drops on her chest. Applejack was a looker, and Rarity disrobed her to equal nakedness without a word, till finally finishing, lifting up that hat, and putting it upon her own head.

“Well than, Applejack, if isn’t it ever so lucky for the pair of us that I’m no pony.” Rarity smiled, before suddenly pushing herself forward. The sudden words and movement caught Applejack off balance, and the farmer was soon falling flat onto her back, with Rarity right a top of her, but that wasn’t the only thing that happened. Applejack saw it, bright and quick as a flash, Rarity’s form combusted into a bright purple fire, and she changed as they fell. Big assets became even bigger on the fashionista, alabaster fur giving way to a delectably dark colored purple, holes appearing in the limbs, fangs growing, horn gnarling, wings sprouting, her overall body becoming like that of an amazonian in size, pinning Applejack easily beneath her.

“Rarity!? What in tarnation happened to ya’ll!? We...We gotta go tell Twilight about this! Twilight, the princesses, just, anyone that can come and fix ya!” Applejack sputtered, which only seemed to draw another naughty giggle out of Rarity, who set upon kissing Applejack gingerly up her shoulder and her neck, all the way up to her ear, letting that hot breath wash out over that tiny appendage, making the apple mare positively shiver under the seamstress, unable to do anything to the superior strength and size, earth pony or not.

“Mmmm...that’s just the thing, Applejack. I don’t want to turn back, I had no desire to. Quite the contrary, in fact. Instead of me turning back, I want you...to join in our little family instead. Our numbers are small now, consisting of just me, Fluttershy, the spa twins, mama Chrysalis, and a few dozen eggs...” Rarity trailed off, but the effect of her words was plain to see on Applejack’s face. The apple mare was completely, utterly shocked at this revelation. Four ponies were already changelings, and Rarity wanted her to join them? To become a changeling? How was that kind of thing even possible?! Rarity could see the the shock on Applejack’s face, she could taste the raw fear coming from the Apple mare, and while it was delicious, it was hardly what she wanted Applejack to be feeling. No, she wanted Applejack to be feeling just as aroused as Rarity was, her phallic length teasing the apple mare’s lower lips, and her grin going nowhere.

Rarity’s horn lit up, and she held Applejack down, before Rarity began to feed. She didn’t know how she knew what to do, but it just came naturally to her. Gripping Applejack’s fear and worry, and consuming it as if it was some kind of fine dining. To a changeling like Rarity, she could taste the traces of love Applejack held for her, even in this fear. It sent shivers down Rarity’s back, while Applejack laid there, helplessly. The longer she laid there, gazing into Rarity’s eyes, the more...at ease she felt. The more comfortable she became with this situation. She couldn’t place it, only thinking that changelings fed on love, but what Applejack could place was the heat growing in her loins.

With that done, and the scent and sensation of Applejack’s arousal growing hotter and hotter, Rarity smiled wider, ideas already popping into her head about how she could ensure that her dear, sweet Applejack enjoyed her final moments as a pony, and absolutely adored her first moments as a changeling. Oh, who was she kidding? Being a changeling didn’t ever truly stop being enjoyable! This was a fact in Rarity’s mind.

“Now, be a dear and just lay down right there, Applejack, the fun’s only just going to get started.” Rarity smiled, giving the mare a few gentle pats on the cheek, Applejack still thoroughly stunned after getting drained of those emotions. Rarity got up to her hooves, before stepping forward so that she was lingering right over Applejack’s head, the dark purple changeling gazing down onto Applejack. Without another word or moment of delay, Rarity lowered herself in a rush. The next thing Applejack would see, was a front row seat of Rarity’s might dick, resting just on top of her face. The next thing she’d smell, was the heady, powerful musk of the changeling royal, wafting into her nose and making every single hair on Applejack’s body stand up in excitement. The next thing that she’d taste, was the sweet succulent flavor of Rarity’s feminine lips, pressing down onto her own and filling her mouth. It was so odd, vaignas shouldn’t taste this...delightful, and yet, Applejack felt a hunger growing in herself.

Taking the initiative, Applejack reached up and gripped Rarity’s thighs, prompting a delighted gasp from the seamstress, her eyes casting downwards to look at that delicious sight of Applejack, face first in Rarity’s crotch, face obscured by Rarity’s love totem. Rarity felt like it was a rather fitting look for the mare, something that she’d want to take a picture of, but that could come later. For now, the changeling royal tossed her head back, and released a room filling moan into the air. A way to show off just how much, just how thoroughly Rarity was enjoying herself. Applejack’s ears flicked to the sound, and she got to true work.

Holding onto Rarity’s thighs for solid grips, Applejack let her tongue begin to flick and dance out of her mouth, and right into the plush, velvety lower lips of Rarity. Applejack might of done some research before this night, being a lonely girl with needs, but Rarity would need to be the one to judge her on her performance. Applejack’s tongue acted as if it was in a whole new kind of rodeo, darting about that feminine trench, swirling in determined circles, occasionally flicking up to tease right at Rarity’s clit, before going back to between the lips.

The efforts of the apple mare were readily rewarded, and out of Rarity’s feminine lips came an almost outpouring of that hot, womanly honey, flowing into Applejack’s mouth and giving her entire body, her entire form tingles all over. It was a truly delightful taste, one that made Applejack’s body heat up and her own cunnie drip a steady stream of liquid arousal onto the floor. The bottles of cider, sitting forgotten on the coffee table, Applejack having found something much sweeter to drink. Rarity panted her ecstasy, before a smug grin began to part her features, her cock throbbing off of Applejack’s face, leaking out it’s precious droplets of pre. Now was as good a time as any.

Standing back up, Rarity’s vagina parting from Applejack’s eager mouth with a wet sound filling the air, the suction broken and lines of Rarity’s honey and Applejack’s saliva still connecting the two. Applejack’s eyes were lidded, her nose still flaring in the leftover scent of Rarity’s orbs, her hands holding desperately onto the ground once they released from Rarity’s thighs. Anything to stop her hands from diving down to between her legs and pounding away at her needy cunt. Applejack felt that Rarity could be doing that.

“Oh, Applejack, your face is absolutely covered in juices...It’s fitting for you, really.” Rarity giggled, before laying down on top of the other mare. She placed her cock bottom against Applejack’s cunt lips, and began to seesaw her thick member over that sopping fuck hole, each grind forcing a gasp out of Applejack’s lips, the mare shuddering and groaning under the assault of Rarity. Applejack opened her mouth to speak, but Rarity wouldn’t let her. That long, changeling tongue stretched out and dove into Applejack’s mouth, and Rarity’s lips were soon to follow, locking them in an impassioned kiss.

With their lips occupied, Rarity felt like now was the opportune time. She gave a few more determined grinds of shaft on pussy, before finally pulling back all the way, letting her flared head teasingly drip a few dollops of precum into that hot, winking vagina. The sensation was like electricity in Applejack’s whole body, Rarity quite amused with all the motions she could make Applejack’s body do...before, without another word, she thrust in that love totem into Applejack’s depths. The hard working mare opened her mouth and utterly screamed out her pleasurable ecstasy into Rarity’s own mouth, all thanks to the beast parting her lower lips and filling her depths.

This single, simple action was more than enough to prompt a laugh from Rarity, not once breaking the kiss, before she used Applejack’s reaction to fuel her own vigor, her own drive to give this apple mare one hell of a good time. She drove her cock as deep as she could into the depths of Applejack, medial ring popping past those hot, eager lips with another wet pop, before she finally met Applejack crotch to crotch, her balls slapping softly against Applejack’s rear, before Rarity slowly began to pull back out once again.

Applejack’s cunt clung almost desperately to the rod that was invading her walls, Rarity pulling out her shaft revealing her cock to now be covered in a small layer of glistening, apple scented feminine honey, entering into the air and mixing with the scent that Rarity had been giving off. The changeling royal took a nice, deep breath of the scent, before sighing out contently, and locking her gaze onto Applejack, the kiss having broken, bridges of saliva lingering betwixt their tongues before finally breaking off.

“Now, I’ll make a changeling out of you yet, Applejack...and when I’m finished, you are going to moan out your thanks to me.” Rarity teased, and Applejack grunted out her reply, the waves of pleasure washing over her not permitting such things as an intelligent conversation. She was focused on the pleasure, on the sex, and to show that, the next time Rarity pulled her hips back, when she began to thrust forward, Applejack thrust forward as well, their hips meeting and letting a fleshy smack fill the room, and tugging a gasp out of Rarity. Seemed Applejack wasn’t going to just let Rarity do all the work, her hands releasing the floor and reaching up to grip at those hips once again, her own eyes staring at Rarity.

With the pair of them set and ready, Rarity’s horn began to flash, as her magic once again felt that it was needed. Applejack was lost in pleasure, her vagina slowly accumulating more and more of Rarity’s precum, but the true geyser had yet to come out, that part would come out later. Their bodies glistened with sweat, the fleshy smacks filling up more of the room, and the magic from Rarity’s horn drew down and began to enwrap the apple mare, using the pre in her marehood and the left over honey within her maw to start a most enticing metamorphosis.

Applejack’s form tingled, her coat rippling softly, a rising, burning heat filling up her entire frame, it’s source quite easily pinned down to her ever so eager loins. Applejack panted into the air, gripping harder at Rarity’s thighs, thrusting against the thrusts of the seamstress, feeling her body tensing up, something building, but, oddly enough, it wasn’t just the orgasm building in Applejack. Not that the hard working, honest mare was in any sort of position to notice anything of the sort.

How was Applejack, with a cock that could put most stallions into utter shame filling up her needy depths, supposed to take note of the weight that was slowly applying to her breasts? Those perky orbs slowly becoming rounder, gaining a plentiful heft to them that wasn’t there previously, their nipples growing into proper teats to cap what was becoming proper chest mountains, ones that could compete with the set that Rarity now sported on her own chest? She had more important things to worry about.

More important than Applejack’s hips and general lower body, as they began to pile on both adipose, and firm muscle, a perfect mixture of the two to round out Applejack’s rear into a applebottom worthy derriere, her hips pushing out into the kind that could force a mare into a sashay if she wasn’t paying close enough attention, thighs swelling to fit the girth of those hips and keep that mare’s proportions utterly juicy now, even as her overall body began to grow, to swell, to reach a similar amazonian status that Rarity toted.

It would totally fly under Applejack’s radar that her wonderful, light orange coat was slowly shifting, changing, becoming different in texture completely. Coloring darkening as a plethora of so many hairs gave way to waves of chitin, overtaking Applejack’s form and giving her that ever so wonderful changeling sheen to herself. Her limbs tingling with that changeling fire, holes slowly growing their way through her limbs, like any proper changeling possessed.

After that, the final changes were smaller, but not any less noticeable on the frame of the once proud earth pony. Her back gave that flash of magic, as two large, insectoid wings found their way occupying the space of that back and giving rapid twitches in result to the undoubtedly faster thrusts of Rarity into her depths. Her teeth shuddered and grew into the sharpened changeling fangs that the ponies of Equestria were so fearful of. From her forehead, a gnarled, large horn grew in from green fire, but that wasn’t the only horn that’d be growing in on the mare’s body.

Like some wonderful grand finale, Applejack felt the heat that had been burning through her whole body suddenly focus on a singular, central point in herself. Her crotch, to be exact. As Rarity kept up that fast, pounding pace, Applejack meeting her thrust for thrust, pleasure overwhelming, body trembling with the growing intensity, panting, until it finally all hit a singular, glorious point of frozen bliss.

In the very next moment, Applejack pressed her head into the floor, and utterly screamed her arousal. Why, she was louder than a rooster on the first morning of the July with a stack of megaphones! In this scream, the bullet point of pleasure that had gathered in Applejack’s crotch suddenly exploded, a rush of lust and flesh surging out as a powerful, truly royal changeling cock made its way into the world, nearly hitting Rarity right in the jaw! A pair of plump, grapefruit sized balls came companying that cock, and in one moment more, the orgasm began.

The jet of cum that shot out of that cannon was near lethal, Rarity’s own cum hose going off when Applejack’s feminine lips clenched down upon that mast. The two changeling royals moaned in conjoined ecstasy while their sexual organs unleashed their loads, Applejack’s splattering against the far wall and making an utter mess, while Rarity’s hot seed pushed into the apple farmer, giving her belly a slight bump of sheer warmth.

Their orgams lasted only a little while longer, before Rarity finally collapsed on top of Applejack, panting softly, and snuggling up to the newly converted mare, just leaving her length buried in the depths of the element of honesty. Applejack laid out on the floor, taking in deep, ragged breaths, hefty chest rising and falling, the mare just getting used to the new sensations she was swimming through.

“Oh...Applejack...that date, it was positively delightful…” Rarity coo’d, kissing the apple farmer gently upon the jawline, each kiss upon her still sensitive chitin making Applejack take a slightly sharper breath than she intended.

“Y-Yeah...it...it sure was...But Ah reckon that this will make Rainbow Dash coming over a bit more complicated than just apple buckin’ down some apples…” Applejack responded with a gentle chuckle, getting another naughty laugh from Rarity, who only climbed slightly higher on Applejack, kissing her a few more times upon the cheek.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head another moment about that ruffian Rainbow Dash, Applejack...I have a plan in store for what we can do with her. For now...How about we see what you can do with that new changeling length? I’ve always wanted to try...reverse cowgirl? Just something to pass the time till she returns.” Rarity teased, which only seemed to cause a grin on Applejack’s face.

This rodeo was just getting started!