Chapters “Let’s start moving these to the barn.”
Her voice is like a good bourbon, smooth with a twang at the end. It is sultry, inviting, and just super sexy. You hear it a lot through the day, especially in apple season. You had picked up slack around the farm since Mac was out with a sprained wrist for about a month now. You and Applejack were spending about 8 hours out in the orchard, gathering bucket after bucket of apples. It wasn’t easy, especially with the way the Equestrian fall was. You'd estimate it at 85-90 degree weather for the past week, with no signs of cooling down. You were shirtless most of the time, but Applejack preferred to keep something on, today it was a blue and white plaid shirt that barely got to her belly button. It covers her (usually bra-less) chest and that’s all that mattered.
You just finished bringing in the haul for the day, and you had brought in all but two, AJ behind you with the penultimate. You were both tired from today, it hit 90 for a good 4 hours of today, so there was quite a bit of sweat buildup from the both of you.
“Grab that last bushel and we can begin counting how many we got today.”
You went out to grab the last one, it was pretty heavy, at least for the end of the day. You wipe your brow and stare out to the orchard as you reflect on the day, killing time before you had to lift one last time. As you bring it in, the thought crosses your mind of maybe having a bit of fun with AJ afterwards, after a shower of course. You built up quite a stink after today.
You walk in to the barn drop your bushel as you see what’s waiting for you in the barn.
“It ain’t gonna suck itself, Sugarcube.”
She was reclined on a throne of hay, her shirt popped open and her C-cup teardrop boobs resting on her chest. Light brown freckles were splattered on her collarbone, a lighter shade than the chocolate-brown nipples. Her hat was still on, adorned on her blond mane, with the green eyes, lidded lashes, and smirk creating the biggest “come hither” look you’ve seen out of her in a while. But that wasn’t as important as what was below.
She had removed her pants, underwear, and boots, her pride and joy straight up in the air. The scent of her hit you immediately as you walk in. You could practically cut it with a knife, it was so strong. The red-orange shaft stood proud at a modest 9 inches, the shaft about 5 inches around, the head already a bit flared at 6, maybe 7. Her balls are about the size of extra-large eggs, and her whole package is adorned with small beads of sweat. The pièce de résistance, however, is the trail of precum sliding down her shaft. The trail glistens from the sunlight in the open door, and was a foggy-clear color. You hadn’t really had time to yourself in this season, but with it winding down, I guess she felt the time was right. So you were both a bit pent up from the hard work and time off.
“Well?”
You comply with her implied request and quickly took your jeans and boots off, leaving you in just your underwear. You kneel down and put a hand on the inner part of each thigh, spreading them apart so your prize would be the only thing in view. You were now at eye level with the orange jewels under her shaft. The odor emanating from them was heavenly intoxicating, and practically begged for you to continue. You put your nose in the stretch of skin between her member and her sack, and took a big whiff. It was musky, sweaty, and damp as can be, but not at the point to where it was unbearable. It was strong, but not overbearing; the perfect natural fragrance.
With a hand on one globe, fiddling with it between your thumb and pointer finger, your mouth went to work on the first one. It starts with small licks, and then evolves into a full-on tongue bath, slathering the cum-tank with saliva, making sure to cover every inch of leathery skin. You pop it your mouth and roll along it with your tongue, making sure to get her nice and ready to go, her moans signaling you were doing a good job. In your hand, your fingers caress it, gently like an egg, but applying just a little bit of pressure for effect. After a solid minute of worshiping one, you move on to the other one, giving it the same treatment as its partner. The sweat along the surface mixing with the musk from her package making it an aphrodisiac as strong as any potion Zecora could brew.
“C...come on, sugarcube, enough of this warm-up…” she eeks out, breath already ragged from the saliva coating her testicles have received.
Her pre-cum production has increased heavily during the ball worship, and you swore you felt a drop in your hair, not quite reaching your face just yet. You decide that it is time to move on, and you start at the base of the shaft, not having been touched by any part of you yet. The tip of your tongue starts at the bottom, and works up the trail of slimy pre that leads to her tip. It’s apple-y, but not too much so that it is sweet. It’s kinda tart and sweet, but has the salty aftertaste you’re used to when it comes to pre-cum. Your tongue follows the trail of viscous liquid, just stopping at the point of production, her mushroom-headed tip. You take a couple seconds to swab around the opening with your tongue, just barely poking in, much to AJ’s delight, as she shudders just a bit.
You start to bathe her shaft in saliva, your tongue moving all around, her veins and medial ring acting as speed bumps in your journey around her cock. You go to the top of her dick, and put your lips around the head, sucking and creating a vacuum as more pre starts to pump into your mouth, gliding down easily (not that you would protest swallowing it). You start to descend just a bit, taking in an inch or two at this point, going up and down as you wait for the right moment to strike, Applejack waiting anxiously.
You finally drop halfway down, your lips savoring the texture and taste of the veiny, sweaty surface of the red-orange horsecock. Applejack gasps above you, clearly not ready for the sudden entry. You start to bob on the upper half, keeping it quick to get as much lubrication on it as possible, trying to make it easier to go even deeper. You are so entranced by your own movements that you don’t notice her arm go closer to your head, until you feel a strong hand on the back of your head. As you begin a trip down, you feel the slightest amount of pressure and your head goes faster towards the base of her penis. Your mouth stretches wider than you had ever imagined it would, and you get 2 inches from the bottom before forcing your head back up (as much as you can, anyway) to try and get some air after the surprise push. You gasp, get a breath, and move down as far as you can on your own volition before she moves you down even farther to where your lips hit the bottom of her sheath.
As you raise back up, it’s almost like she is pulling at your head just so she can slam it down again. Both of you keep the rhythm going for a couple minutes, you adjusting to your lack of air, and it almost becomes normal for a while, until she utters the fateful words and lets you breathe for a solid 5 seconds.
“Hold on, I’m almost there.”
She grabs with both hands this time, and starts the brutal facefuck. You are slammed down to the base, pulled up, and slammed down again, almost as fast as she can. She’s dictating the pace, and you’re just along for the ride. It happens again, and again, and again so quickly that you’re not sure what’s even going on. You catch your bearing when she slams you down, and keeps you there.
She bursts.
The tip gets lodged in your throat as the first wave of semen flows into your throat at ludicrous speeds. It’s like someone put their finger over the hose nozzle, and it sprays a directed spasm of jizz. You can already tell it’s as thick as honey, but not sure how it tastes, as her dick is past your tongue and tastebuds. She holds you in this position, hand on your head and your mouth on her dick as her release continues. The viscous cream is pumped into your stomach, painting your throat, esophagus, and gut whiter than the first snowfall of winter. You feel yourself becoming almost impossibly full, and your stomach is stretching from the sheer volume of cum that was put into you.
She pulls off of you, hair all frizzy, panting, and sweat dripping down her face. You back off and gasp as you finally get to experience the cool, yet warm air inside of the barn, cum dripping from your mouth and onto your distended stomach. It looks like you’re 4 month pregnant at this point, and you lick your lips to get a remnant of the semen that is inside of you. Yup. Apples. You both lay on your back, chests and stomachs rising and falling as you both catch your breath.
“Shoot, that was the best ‘end-of-harvest-season’ present I ever got! Thanks, babe. I owe you one for that. Now what say we get some supper?”
“I’m a bit full,” you chuckle, patting your tight stomach, “I might just go try to sleep this one off.”
“See you in bed, loverboy.”
You complied with her implied request and quickly took your jeans and boots off, leaving you in just your underwear. You knelt down and put a hand on the inner part of each thigh, spreading them apart so your prize would be the only thing in view. You were now at eye level with the orange jewels under her shaft. The odor emanating from them was heavenly intoxicating, and practically begged for you to continue. You put your nose in the stretch of skin between her member and her sack, and took a big whiff. It was musky, sweaty, and damp as can be, but not at the point to where it was unbearable. It was strong, but not overbearing; the perfect natural fragrance.
With a hand on one globe, fiddling with it between your thumb and pointer finger, your mouth got to work on the first one. It started with small licks, and then evolved into a full-on tongue bath, slathering the cum-tank with saliva, making sure to cover every inch of leathery skin. You popped it your mouth and rolled along it with your tongue, making sure to get her nice and ready to go, her moans signaling you were doing a good job. In your hand, your fingers were caressing it, gently like an egg, but applying just a little bit of pressure for effect. After a solid minute of worshipping one, you moved on to the other one, giving it the same treatment as its partner. The sweat along the surface mixing with the musk from her package making it an aphrodisiac as strong as any potion Zecora could brew.
“C...come on, sugarcube, enough of this warm-up…” she eeks out, breath already ragged from the saliva coating her testicles have received.
Her pre-cum production has increased heavily during the ball worship, and you swore you felt a drop in your hair, not quite reaching your face just yet. You decide that it is time to move on, and you start at the base of the shaft, not having been touched by any part of you yet. The tip of your tongue starts at the bottom, and works up the trail of slimy pre that leads to her tip. It’s apple-y, but not too much so that it is sweet. It’s kinda tart and sweet, but has the salty aftertaste you’re used to when it comes to pre-cum. Your tongue follows the trail of viscous liquid, just stopping at the point of production, her mushroom-headed tip. You take a couple seconds to swab around the opening with your tongue, just barely poking in, much to AJ’s delight, as she shudders just a bit.
You start to bathe her shaft in saliva, your tongue moving all around, her veins and medial ring acting as speed bumps in your journey around her cock. You go to the top of her dick, and put your lips around the head, sucking and creating a vacuum as more pre starts to pump into your mouth, gliding down easily (not that you would protest swallowing it). You start to descend just a bit, taking in an inch or two at this point, going up and down as you wait for the right moment to strike, Applejack waiting anxiously.
You come back up, ready to take the plunge, and she suddenly pushes you back onto your butt, leaving you in a slightly reclined position.
“You’re teasing me too gosh darn much. Drop ‘em, turn around, and get on your hands and knees.”
You nod your head quickly in agreement and drop the final article of clothing left on your body, and you kick them away once they’ve hit your ankles. You move towards the hay throne she was just laying on, and place your hands at the ground, but on the edge so you don’t flip forward. Your knees rest on a thin layer of hay, and ass pointing to where she stands now, upright on her feet, a steady drip of precum staining the barn floor beneath you. She strokes her meat as you assume the position, and to get a bit more lubrication on it before it ultimately goes inside of you.
She takes her two fingers and swabs her tip to get an ample amount of pre on them, and moves toward your butt. She takes her sticky fingers and massages the outer ring to prep for the entry, and even plunges them in to get a little of the inside walls, as well. You moan as her slender digits pass the barrier of your tight hole. She pulls and rotates her fingers inside of you to get a bit of pre-stretching in before the main event. Your own, ignored member dangles below you, getting harder than it’s ever been before.
“Better get ready for this ride, cause I ain’t holding anything back.”
Applejack places her mushroom tip against your entrance and rubs it along to get one last swab of her natural lubricant.
“1…”
“2…”
She pushes in, intentionally leaving the last number off to catch you off guard. Her rock-hard maredick enters you, and a shocking pain like nothing you’ve ever felt before arises. This is the first time you’ve really been entered like that, past a couple fingers. You swear you’re even bleeding a bit, but she wouldn’t be able to tell with the color of her dick. She only goes in to the medial ring, but it feels like a solid foot of horse cock, even though she’s not even that big. It’s her girth that really gets to you, stretching your ass further than anything ever has before.
“3!”
She stays in there for a little bit, letting you acclimate to the sensation of being so filled.
“Y’all right?’
“Just great!” you whisper-yell through your gritted teeth as her dick rests in you, not sure of what her next move will be.
She pulls out, almost all the way, leaving just the tip in your ass. It’s not even fully flared yet, so she’s keeping it in just to tease you. You’ve only experienced the feeling for a few seconds, but you dread the emptiness and almost wish to be filled again. She complies with your unspoken request and starts to go back in. She starts slower this time, and pushes back to her ring, going slowly over it so you reach your fullest stretching capacity.
“Now get ready for the fun part!” she says into your ear.
She pulls out and immediately puts it back in. She now starts to pump. A bit slow at first so you don’t get too hurt, but just enough to get you going. But that doesn’t last long. She starts to piston in and out, going deeper every time. Her heavy egg-sized balls are swinging back and forth with every thrust, and get closer to hitting your swinging package with every cycle. Eventually, she starts to get closer to the base, and finally hits it. Her balls hit against yours, causing even more pleasure and pain at the same time. She has her hands on your sides, so you don’t think she’ll be giving your own dick any attention. Holding you in place, and only letting you move as her hips meet yours, she continues her assault on your backside.
“Ah’m…getting…close…hold on!”
She moves at her fastest pace ever. Thankfully her production of pre was quite a large flow, so you were well lubricated as she hits against you, and swabs your insides with her meat, touching your prostate with every pump. She’s produced so much pre already, you already have a bit of a pudge in your gut. And then, you feel her flare get the widest you’ve ever felt it, and she holds you in place as she releases.
“Cumming!”
Your ass clenches on her girl meat as your own dick releases its load at a velocity you didn’t think was possible. It splashes on the concrete and hay resting on the floor, just as her orange orbs hit your balls for the final time and cause you to pump even more out. But you weren’t occupied with your orgasm, as Applejack’s was consuming your thoughts.
The first wave of cum was the most odd feeling since her entrance, the thick white substance painting your ass and liberally coating it with her love. It was hot, but surprisingly viscous with every rope. They just kept coming. Over and over, and it was starting to take a toll on your body. Spurts kept on coming, which all started to build up in your stomach, and you could almost see it getting bigger and rounder with every couple of blasts of jizz.
She pulls out after about 20 seconds of this, and decides to take her final strands and lace it on your back up to your shoulders, and a little bit getting in your hair. She falls back onto the cement floor, and you fall to your side and roll onto your back, trying to prevent a cum explosion from your ass, as you really don’t need that big of a mess to clean up after today’s work. She lays on the ground, flat as a board except for her penis, which isn’t as straight as it was. It starts to bob down as a cum string links her dick to the hay and the floor. You both lay there for a second to finally relax, the stench of sweat and cum ripe in the air. She removes her shirt to wipe her head of sweat, and dries her hands off as best she can.
She gets up and takes your hand, as you try to get up with your swollen stomach. You look like a pregnant woman, almost ready to burst at any moment. Your ass has never been in this much pain, but you’re not even thinking about that right now.
“Thanks, babe. Now what say I get us some grub?” she asks, dick just hanging there as it starts to retract into her sheath.
“No thanks,” you say, patting your full belly, “I’m stuffed. I’m gonna go try to sleep this one off.”
“Alright then, see you in bed, sugarcube.”
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You come back up, ready to take the plunge, and she suddenly pushes you back onto your butt, leaving you in a slightly reclined position.
“You’re teasing me too gosh darn much. Drop ‘em, turn around, and get on your hands and knees.”
You nod your head quickly in agreement and drop the final article of clothing left on your body, and you kick them away once they’ve hit your ankles. You move towards the hay throne she was just laying on, and place your hands at the ground, but on the edge so you don’t flip forward. Your knees rest on a thin layer of hay, and ass pointing to where she stands now, upright on her feet, a steady drip of precum staining the barn floor beneath you. She strokes her meat as you assume the position, and to get a bit more lubrication on it before it ultimately goes inside of you.
She takes her two fingers and swabs her tip to get an ample amount of pre on them, and moves toward your butt. She takes her sticky fingers and massages the outer ring to prep for the entry, and even plunges them in to get a little of the inside walls, as well. You moan as her slender digits pass the barrier of your tight hole. She pulls and rotates her fingers inside of you to get a bit of pre-stretching in before the main event. Your own, ignored member dangles below you, getting harder than it’s ever been before.
“Better get ready for this ride, cause I ain’t holding anything back.”
Applejack places her mushroom tip against your entrance and rubs it along to get one last swab of her natural lubricant.
“1…”
“2…”
She pushes in, intentionally leaving the last number off to catch you off guard. Her rock-hard maredick enters you, and a shocking pain like nothing you’ve ever felt before arises. This is the first time you’ve really been entered like that, past a couple fingers. You swear you’re even bleeding a bit, but she wouldn’t be able to tell with the color of her dick. She only goes in to the medial ring, but it feels like a solid foot of horse cock, even though she’s not even that big. It’s her girth that really gets to you, stretching your ass further than anything ever has before.
“3!”
She stays in there for a little bit, letting you acclimate to the sensation of being so filled.
“Y’all right?’
“Just great!” you whisper-yell through your gritted teeth as her dick rests in you, not sure of what her next move will be.
She pulls out, almost all the way, leaving just the tip in your ass. It’s not even fully flared yet, so she’s keeping it in just to tease you. You’ve only experienced the feeling for a few seconds, but you dread the emptiness and almost wish to be filled again. She complies with your unspoken request and starts to go back in. She starts slower this time, and pushes back to her ring, going slowly over it so you reach your fullest stretching capacity.
“Now get ready for the fun part!” she says into your ear.
She pulls out and immediately puts it back in. She now starts to pump. A bit slow at first so you don’t get too hurt, but just enough to get you going. But that doesn’t last long. She starts to piston in and out, going deeper every time. Her heavy egg-sized balls are swinging back and forth with every thrust, and get closer to hitting your swinging package with every cycle. Eventually, she starts to get closer to the base, and finally hits it. Her balls hit against yours, causing even more pleasure and pain at the same time. She has her hands on your sides, so you don’t think she’ll be giving your own dick any attention. Holding you in place, and only letting you move as her hips meet yours, she continues her assault on your backside.
“Ah’m…getting…close…hold on!”
You can’t take it anymore after her repeated thrusts hit against your prostate, and your own wall breaks down. Your dick spasms and your balls tighten, your load hitting the cool concrete and hay with a velocity you’ve never thought possible. In just ten seconds, you’ve hit your afterglow even though she’s still pumping. Your arms and legs start to feel weak, but not in the “feels like jelly” kind of way. Almost like they’re getting smaller. Sure enough, you look down and it looks like they’re receding into your body, and the movement of your body seems to get more and more pronounced with every one of Applejack’s thrusts.
“Um…AJ?”
“Yes?” She responds, and opens her eyes, looking down to the point where her cock is going in and out of your ass, and she stops thrusting as she realizes what’s happening “Oh no…I was worried about this…”
“What are you worried about, and what’s going on?”
“You ain’t a…virgin back here, are you?”
“Yes…” you grunt while your arms get even smaller, and you feel like barely anything is inside of you anymore, “Why?”
“I think my earth pony magic is uh…’activating’ right now…”
“Well what’s it doing?”
“You’re uh…becoming my cock.”
“Like, I’m going to be your DICK?!? Is this permanent?!?”
“Yup, and no. Only for like…a week…at the least…” she replies, her voice becoming quieter with every word, nearly muttering the last words under her breath.
“Wel-urp” you start to reply, a glob of pre coming out of your mouth. It was a good taste, so it didn’t bother you, it just kind of weirded you out. “I guess if it isn’t permanent, it’s not the worst thing in the world. You’re gonna be okay handling the harvest?”
“Sure, not much more lifting to do for a while, just some counting and quality checking.” She starts, you becoming a little more okay with it, “Besides, it might be fun for the both of us! Now hold on. Gotta finish the deal before I cum!”
“Got i-ulk!” you spit out another spurt of pre, it’s beginning to fog your mind with her scent and her taste getting to you. You can’t really speak, so you go silent and let her magic take its course.
She starts thrusting again, which resumes the transformation. You feel your arms sink into your torso, leaving you with nothing at your sides, and some constantly changing legs. Then you look down, and everything below your thigh has all merged into one, and you can’t even feel your bones anymore. You’re pretty sure you’re connected at the hip at this point. Sure enough, your legs start growing a little layer of orange fur, and your hips start taking on a red-orange color, merging your own package with your body. Looks like that’ll be her new sheath. You practically feel the hot cum start to rush into your former legs, as they have now grown to the size of cantaloupes.
She starts to pump even faster in what used to be your ass, but now takes on the color of her dick, spreading up your body like a flood of color. You can’t look down anymore at this point, as your head and neck have locked in a position to where you’re looking forward constantly. Pre continues to bubble out of your mouth, as your esophagus and trachea have combined to form one tube. Your body starts to get thinner and rounder, slowly becoming the shaft. Your bellybutton starts to puff out, and grows around you, becoming her new medial ring. You stop shrinking and reshaping to the point where your body is now 20 inches around, and a little more than 2 feet long.
The final changes start to occur, where the blonde hair on your head falls to the floor, almost indistinguishable from the hay on the cement. Your neck starts to puff out to match the girth of the rest of your body. Your head shrinks and the widest part now reaches 2 feet around, becoming her flare. Your eyes close for the last time, and mouth rotates 90 degrees to form her opening, which is basically gushing pre-ejaculate at this point. Her hands now pump from the top, getting some pre and using it to jack off, all the way up and down her now massive length. She has to work her way up and down, circling the monstrous shaft like she’s spinning a pot, since she can no longer contain her girth with two regular hands anymore.
As the last of your facial features melt and fade away, she cries out.
“See you in a while, I’m gonna cum!”
And she does. You still have a few of your senses as a dick, so you felt it build up in your (now her) giant ballsack. The gooey, viscous liquid bursts out of your mouth-slit and it’s like nothing you’ve ever tasted before. Apple-y, and both sweet and tart at the same time. You barely taste it as it’s coming out so fast, rope after rope thicker than your arms used to be, and faster than a water gun. Volley after volley of thick cum follows, you and her both caught in a tidal wave of bliss, she aims it all at the hay throne she was seated on, now on her knees when her legs gave out. She grips you with all her force, stroking it all the while to coax out all of her dense spunk.
Her balls finally feel empty as the last wave drips out of you, the golden hay throne now a pale yellow from all of her pearly white seed. She doesn’t take any time to wipe off, and falls to the floor on her back, her still-massive, sweaty, musky balls hitting the cool concrete below her. Her new and improved horsecock falls down to her body, resting itself between her breasts, still leaking from her orgasm, and onto her neck and face. She cranes her neck down and tongues her slit, tasting the final remnants of her explosion.
“We’re gonna have a lot of fun like this.” She purrs, falling into a sex-induced sleep on the barn floor.
She wakes up after a good 8 hours, never even disturbed by the family, who were all assuming she slept in the barn like normal. Her eyes open, and look at what’s in front of her.
“Gosh darn mornin’ wood!” “You” were still sticky after last night, but still stood at attention. “Better take care of this.”
She grabs her dick near the head and brings it down to her chest. It still smells a lot like cum, sweat, and musk. “Better clean this off” she smirks, before bringing her lips to the shaft and licking all around the head and tip, cleaning off any residue. She begins to suck as best she can on the head, not being able to get much in her mouth due to the size. She pumps with one hand all around, and puts her other hand on her re-filled balls, practically gurgling with fresh seed. She fondles and squeezes them, moaning with her mouth full of cock.
It continues for not much longer, before she finally releases again. She lets a couple spurts get into her mouth, and swallows it eagerly, but takes her head off and lays flat on her back with her dick straight up, letting it fountain out of her tip, through your mouth, and letting it cascade on to her chest, stomach, and face, coating it in white spunk. It’s not as large as the orgasm after changing, but enough to paint her entire face with it. Her dick falls again, this time on to the chilling floor, which elicits a moan of pleasure and goosebumps on her arms. It leaks a bit onto the floor, making some strands of hay stick to it. She licks the cum off of her lips and sits there for a bit before getting up and washing off her body in the outdoor shower stall. Her dick for the time being slides back up into its aromatic home, ready to be cleaned and covered as best as she can (hopefully for not too long). You just wish you could see her with her new bulge.
