A Meal, A Collar, and a Puddle?
by huntersunday

Applejack’s blush intensified, her mind filling with confusing thoughts. Pinkie Pie couldn't suppress her laughter, the sight of her flushed friend brought her joy. Composing herself she smiled, “Oh, you're hilariously cute, Applejack. Don’t think too much into it, just let it happen! I told you it could get intimate quick, don't dwell on it. Think of this like a present, you won't know if you’ll like it until you open it!”

Applejack sat still, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. Pinkie had been right so far, maybe she was thinking about it too much. It didn't help that the voice in her head was screaming that she was enjoying things a little too much. Finally, she steeled herself and she spoke, “Ah guess you’re right, Ah’m just being silly. Ah really did enjoy that kiss and the last session did help me relax. What the hay, let's just go with it.” Even as the words left her mouth she felt the voice scream in protest.

Pinkie smiled as she pulled her friend into a warm embrace. Placing a small kiss upon Applejack’s forehead, she smiled ”That’s fantastic to hear, just remember the rules. First of all, no eating. You can drink, but no food. Then, after closing, be here. You can walk right on in. Understand, little apple?”

Applejack nodded her head into the warmth, her lower loins quivering at the thought of another session.

The rest of the day seemed to crawl along at that point. With each minute Applejack’s nerves grew, followed by a building feeling of excitement. However, her nerves grew faster as her stomach grumbled. She had done what Pinkie asked and hadn't eaten a single bite of food. Applejack was a heavy eater, not that she was a pig, but working on the farm could burn a lot of calories. Most of the time she would eat just as much as her big brother. So for her to pass up a home cooked meal was a feat in itself.

However, her thoughts of hunger soon disappeared, a smile appearing on her face when she noticed the time. Taking Pinkie’s speech to heart she tried to shake off her nerves. She wasn't going to let that voice get the best of her. Instead of worry, she was filled with excitement as she prepared to depart.

With no small amount of haste, she let her family know about her plans. Not all of them of course, just enough to let them know where she was. She quickly gathered up her hat and practically skipped out the door. As she headed down the path she started to think of what Pinkie and her would do tonight. The only hint she had was that she needed to lose her pride. Applejack had no idea how she could lose something she’d always had. Sure, she wasn't a show off like Rainbow Dash, but she knew her strength was nothing to shake a stick at. Her dependability was also well known.

Applejack was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t notice that she had arrived at Sugarcube Corner . Applejack paused as her nerves suddenly came back. Shaking herself she smiled, she softly rapped on the door, not really knowing if the Cakes were home.

A cheerful voice broke the silence, “Come in, little apple, I’m in the kitchen!” Applejack just shook her head. So much for being quiet. She couldn't help but smile, she had been hoping that Pinkie had made some food. Once she rounded the corner her jaw dropped, Pinkie stood in the middle of the kitchen, beside her there was a table that was filled with delectable treats. What truly surprised her though, was how clean the room itself was. Everything had a shine to it, even the floor was spotless.

Pinkie took the opportunity to walk up and place a kiss on her pet’s cheek, “Alright, let's begin, little apple. Lets explain the rules of the session,” Applejack flushed, her cheek tingling from the peck. She gave one last look at the clean room and smiled.However, before she could speak a hoof was placed on her lips, “First rule: just like last time, you do not speak unless I say you can. Second: instead of the green light, red light. We will be using this to start the session,” As if pulled from thin air, Pinkie revealed a leather band. It had a small metal circle hanging from the center. Realizing it was a dog collar, Applejack’s face lit up like a Hearth Warming tree. Taking advantage of her pet’s shock, Pinkie quickly clasped the collar around Applejack’s neck.

Pinkie smiled at her pet’s flushed state, “Now, while this collar is on, you will no longer be the strong, proud framer. You are nothing but a pet who has to beg for her wants and needs. I will only remove the collar when the session is finished.”

As Pinkie’s tone grew more demanding, so did the warmth Applejack felt. A shaking hoof slowly caressed her new accessory. Pinkie said nothing as she walked to the end of the table and, without ever taking her eyes off of her pet, sat down and started to eat. Applejack’s stomach growled as she watched Pinkie eat. Pinkie only smiled at Applejack, “Now, my little apple, I can't tell if you’re hungry unless you find a way to show me.”

Applejack gulped as Pinkie’s smile grew sinister. Pinkie Pie slowly kept eating the food, all the while watching her pet intensely. Applejack started to drool as she watched Pinkie devour the food . Her stomach screamed in protest as it waited for it’s master to offer her any substance.

Applejack’s hunger was getting to her, and as Pinkie showed no signs of giving her food, all she got was a never ending stare. It was as if Pinkie was waiting for her to do something. Then an idea struck her: how would a pet ask for food? Bringing her hoof up once more, she felt at the collar, feeling the leather helped calm her thoughts.

A wave of embarrassment surged through her. She knew what Pinkie wanted, the question was could she do it? Her stomach growled once more, as if pleading her to do it. With determination setting in, she made her way toward the end of the table.

As soon as Applejack approached her master’s hooves Pinkie smiled. It seemed her little apple was figuring out the game.

Applejack stood just a few inches away from her master, her body starting to shake as her mind screamed at her to just take the food. She didn't have to stoop to this level. Her loins, however, burnt with desire, winning the battle of wills. Calming herself, Applejack sat back on her hind legs and, without looking away from her master, slowly brought up her forehooves. Her body tingled as she loosened her throat, the only sound coming out being a tiny whimper.

Pinkie was ecstatic, she would have never have guessed that her pet would be such a quick learner. She calmed herself, making sure to stay in character. She stood up from her place and moved toward her pet. Raising her hoof, she started to caress Applejack’s head, “Aw, who's a good girl? Are you hungry? Is that it?”

Applejack leaned into the caress, the comfort of Pinkie’s touch almost overpowered her hunger. She took a moment to glance at the assortment of food. Soon she looked back at Pinkie, who showed no signs of talking, as if she was waiting for something. Then Applejack realized what Pinkie wanted, Winona had done it plenty of times. With a shaky breath, she leaned forward.

Pinkie’s eyebrow rose as she tried to figure her pet’s next move, only to shiver as Applejack started to drag her tongue along the line of her chin. It took all of her willpower to not grab Applejack into a passionate kiss. Instead, she placed a very small one on top of her pet’s head,“Good girl, I’m proud of you! Let me go ahead and get you some food,”

Applejack all but leapt toward the table, promise of food joy filling her at the prospect of food. She reached for a chair, only to stop as a stinging pain blossomed on her flank. In shock, she turned around to see her master smiling while holding the same newspaper from before.

Applejack’s mind started to falter. She had done everything right, why was she spanked? Pinkie said nothing as she walked toward the table, picking up a platter of food, “Silly pet, you know you’re not allowed at the table,” As she spoke the platter started to lean forward, causing its contents to fall on the floor, “Pets eat off the floor.”

The poor mare’s body started to shake as Pinkie's intentions became clear. Staring at the pile of food, Applejack’s mind growled. Surely Pinkie didn't want her to eat off of a dirty floor, but soon the pieces of the puzzle started to come together. Pinkie had planned this all. This was why the floor was super clean, and it explained the collar. It was a plan to make her stoop to the level of a dog!

Applejack waited for anger to surge forth within her, only to be surprised when she felt want instead. She only wanted to please her master, and this was what Pinkie wanted. As her body filled with need, her folds grew heated, and a bit of moisture broke through. Finally, she walked toward her meal and with one last glance at her master, she steeled her resolve and bent down to take a bite.

Pinkie was besides herself with joy, her little apple had fallen into her role perfectly. Soon she reached into her secret saddle bag and pulled out the hairbrush from before. She inspected her pet and she couldn't help but smile at the sight of its arousal leaking down its thigh.

She wasted no more time as she started to brush in her pet’s mane. Applejack only tensed for a second before returning to her meal, not looking up from the food. Pinkie hummed to herself as she ran the brush through her pet’s mane. Using her other hoof, she started to rub Applejack’s back thigh in time with the brush. All the while she continued to hum.

Applejack’s body shook even more as she was racked with embarrassment. She couldn’t believe how much she was enjoying the new sensations. She moaned into her food as her loins grew hotter. Pinkie’s simple touch brought her a new high, and she could feel her arousal leaking down her legs.

PInkie’s smile started to falter as the next part of her plan started to grow nearer. She knew it would be hard on Applejack, but it was needed. Her smile grew back as the puddle on the ground continued to grow. Preparing herself she leaned forward, just above Applejack’s ear, “I need you to tell me one thing, little apple. You know that you can stop this with one word, tell me that word.”

Applejack tensed as she felt Pinkie’s breath hit her ear. Without looking up she whispered, “Pear. Ah can end it any time with the word pear.” Pinkie smiled as she embraced her pet. A burst of warmth blossomed in Applejack’s chest, she felt comfort in knowing that Pinkie wouldn’t hurt her, and cared for her well being. She leaned down to eat more of her food, only to let out a yelp as a newspaper struck her flank.

Pinkie didn't let Applejack catch her breath as she brought the newspaper back down again, swift and hard. Another yelp broke through as Applejack’s flank grew red.

Applejack wanted to ask what she did, but stopped herself. She remembered she couldn't speak. Bringing the newspaper back down, Pinkie spoke, “Bad pet, you made a mess on my clean floor!” Applejack had no time to react as her head was yanked roughly to the side, forcing her to turn around.

Pinkie bit her lip as she pulled Applejack’s face around. gathering her resolve, she told herself that this was needed. She just hoped it wouldn't push Applejack too far. Pinkie moved her pet’s face directly over the puddle of its own arousal. If Applejack had wanted to protest,she wouldn’t have gotten time before her face was pushed down.

Soon Applejack’s snout was flush with the tile, her face becoming soaked by her own liquid. Tears formed in her eyes as the humiliation of being treated like an unhousebroken animal pushed her resolve. Her embarrassment also turned to confusion, as she had grew more heated as she was punished. Pinkie’s voice came through in her ear, stirring more lust, “I’m not angry little apple, but you should know better. Now be a good pet and clean up your mess.”

Tears flowed freely as Applejack’s mind screamed at her, demanding she fight back. To not let this humiliation continue. Just as she was about to cave a small voice spoke, “You’re doing good, little apple, I’m proud of you.”

And then something snapped inside of her, like a switch being flipped. She wanted this. No she needed this! Applejack steeled herself. Slowly, she extended her tongue and lapped at her own juices. The taste wasn't too strong, but it had a strange flavor. It was like it didn't really have a taste. Sure it was a bit sour, but it wasn't overpowering. Her mind finally went silent as she licked the floor clean, her body winning the battle.

Applejack was so engrossed in her task that she didn’t notice that Pinkie had moved in front of her. To say Pinkie was proud would be an understatement, she was downright shocked with her pet’s progress. She had been truly worried that this would have pushed Applejack too far, but was she pleasantly surprised. Softly, she pulled Applejack’s face from the ground and looked into her eyes.

Her heart ached as she looked at the wet streaks that ran down her pet’s face. She smiled and placed a kiss on its cheek. Slowly, she tried to kiss her pet’s tears away. All while whispering, “Good girl, I’m so proud.” Applejack’s psyche couldn't take much more as she collapsed, only to be brought into a loving embrace.

Pinkie stroked Applejack’s head, “I know I pushed you, but you did fantastic. I want you to talk to me though, little apple, let me know how you’re feeling.” Pinkie had been prepared for many reactions, some were of Applejack being confused, and some were of Applejack being pissed. However the reaction she got absolutely floored her.

Applejack only choked back a sob as she looked pleadingly into Pinkie’s eyes. burying herself into Pinkie’s chest she begged, “Ah’m sorry Ah was bad, please don't leave me!”

Pinkie sat in shock as Applejack latched onto her, burying herself deeper into her chest. Never in her wildest dream did she see Applejack falling so perfectly into her role, “Oh little apple, that's so silly. Of course I won't leave you. As a matter of fact, I planned on rewarding you. I know you still want relief of your lust. Just let me get the collar off so we can get to your reward,” Once again Pinkie was caught off guard as her pet shook its head in dismay,“Can Ah keep it on? It makes me feel safe.”

Pinkie wanted to shout for joy at her pet’s request, but instead slammed her lips down upon Applejack’s own. Applejack could only moan as she unknowingly opened her mouth, as if giving permission to let her master claim it. Pinkie was more than happy to oblige as she dove her tongue in, tasting the flavour of her pet’s wet cavern.

Another moan broke through Applejack as the tongue inside her touched every surface like her mouth was a delicious treat. She never noticed herself being lifted from the ground and deposited on Pinkie's bed. Pinkie never spoke as she pushed Applejack down on the mattress, her tongue never leaving its cave. When their lips did part she smiled down at her panting pet. Huskily she whispered, “I’m going to show you how much I want you, my little apple,” Only a whimper came as a reply as Pinkie Pie’s words hit Applejack like a train. She felt wanted, needed, and deep down, she knew Pinkie would never let her go.

Pinkie smiled as she made her way down, taking moments to nibble and kiss her pet’s neck. As she reached her pet’s nape she bit down a little harder. A load moan was the only response she received. Giggling, she continued her assault and made her way down Applejack’s chest. Wet, little, red marks, showing a trail of her affections. Soon she found herself, face to face with her pet’s soaked marehood. The sheets had already been ruined by the amount of liquid soaking them. Pinkie paused, letting her breath tease the quivering folds only to pass over it as she started to kiss and nibble her pet’s thigh.

Applejack bit down on her lip hard enough to feel pain. She wanted to scream at her master to stop teasing her, but only a whimper came.

Pinkie smiled as she refused to help ease her pet’s growing need. Soon she spoke, “Who gets to pleasure you?”

Applejack didn't hesitate as she whispered back, “You do.”

“And who gets to tell you if you've been a good girl.”

Applejack almost moaned her answer, “You. only you!”

Pinkie smiled, now was the big moment. Time to see if her plans had worked. “And who am I to you, little apple?”

Without a thought the words came to Applejack as she screamed, “You are my master, my owner, you decide if—” her speech was cut short as another scream came through. Pinkie didn't need any more convincing as she darted forward licking her pet’s folds.

Applejack had no time to rest as Pinkie pushed her tongue through the tight walls. The poor mare did everything she could to not repeatedly scream Pinkie’s name as the new sensations hit her.

As she swirled her tongue Pinkie couldn't help but moan, the taste of her pet was addicting. She brought her face closer, allowing her to dive deeper into the convulsing cavern. Applejack’s chest tightened as it started to heave. Her breathing grew frantic as each and every stroke and swirl brought her increasing pleasure. Pinkie could tell that her pet was close, she started to hum, her mouth acting like a vibrator.

It was all too much and Applejack’s body arched from the bed, her legs clamping around Pinkie like a vice. Fireworks went off in her head as the climax she had waited for so patiently ripped through her. Pinkie never stopped her ministrations, even as her pet’s juices hit the back of her throat.

However, Pinkie wasn't don . She pulled back just enough that she could place her teeth on the protruding nub at the top of Applejack’s folds. Applejack could do nothing when a jolt of pleasure ripped through as Pinkie bit down. With another scream, Applejack spasmed as a second orgasm hit her. Soon the pleasure was to much for the poor farmer and darkness took hold of her vision. Her tired body collapsed, letting slumber take over.

Pinkie smiled as she brought up a hoof to wipe her face, it had been completely soaked in her pet’s liquid. Pinkie couldn't help but smile at the peaceful look her pet had on its face. She grimaced as her own loins pleaded for relief, but quickly shook off the notion. Her time would come, for now it was about her pet’s needs.

Slowly, she crawled in beside her pet, only to giggle as Applejack latched on to her. It appeared that even in sleep, Applejack didn't want her to go. “Oh little apple, I’m so proud of you. Sleep now and rest, soon we’ll be having more fun.”

With a yawn Pinkie pulled Applejack into a tighter embrace. Placing her head on top of the Applejack’s, sleep took her as well. Two smiles could easily be seen as the night came to a close.

Author's Note

Well you ask for it so here it is, and it's my biggest chapter ever. A big thanks to all my readers. A shout out to my awesome editor Quantum Pony