Applejacked

Once certain that Twilight was thoroughly on her way to enjoying some pie and relaxing, Applejack left the castle and made her way back home. As soon as she stepped out of the castle, she missed the air conditioning. The day was still hot and humid, and it was like a physical slap as soon as Applejack stepped out into the sunlight. The walk back to Sweet Apple Acres was long and hot. By the time she reached the gate, she was once again thoroughly soaked in sweat, her shirt clinging to her.

After a tasty supper where Applejack found herself eating a lot more than usual (had no idea I was so hungry), Applejack headed upstairs to take a nice long shower. First, nice and hot to help ease the tension from her muscles and wash the days grime and sweat from her coat, then cold to the point of almost freezing to cool off and feel better. Once thoroughly clean and dry, Applejack made her way to her room, locked the door, and let her towel drop to the floor. Completely naked, she made her way to bed and stretched out on top of the sheets.

*****

Applejack stood on hill, looking over Sweet Apple Acres. One of her hands rested on her widened hip as the other stroked through her mane, the once golden blond now streaked with lines of silver. Similar silvering also marked the edges of her muzzle as she gave a small smile at her home. Trees that had once been worked by two -- her and her brother -- were now being taken care of by nearly a dozen ponies now.

"Hey, Ma!" a voice called out.

Turning to the voice, Applejack saw a young earth stallion walking up the toward him. He had a red coat -- although not of the same intensity as Big Macintosh -- and carried an old guitar across his back. The sight of him brought a big grin across Applejack's face.

"Bardsey," she called out, moving to hug the young stallion. "How are you, sugar cube? What brings ya back to the ol' homestead?"

Smiling, Bardsey hugged his mother, leaning forward to avoid her distended stomach.

"A bit of time off between tours," he answered. "So a'course I had to come by and see my family." Pulling back, he looked down at her stomach. "'specially since there always seem to be more of them when I get back."

"Yep," Applejack admitted as she brought her hands to her stomach. "This one'll give us a baker's dozen. That is, assumin' it ain't multiples again."

"Hm," the stallion grunted. "Well, Cherry and Strawberry want you back at the house. Seems they ain't takin' their nap 'less the mama tells them the story 'bout how she helped beat Nightmare Moon."

With a chuckle, she gave a shake of her head. Those two loved the stories about Applejack and her friends fighting evil and saving the day. She was pretty sure that when they grow up, those fillies would try to become adventurers, or heroes of some kind in their own right. Or maybe one of them would become a writer similar to A.K. Yearling. Although preferably not with the real life basis that Daring Do actually had to it. Granted, Applejack did not have much room to talk, but she did not want her children putting themselves in danger in like that.

"Tell ya what," Applejack said as she started to waddle for the house, "how 'bout you come with me? You can play a bit of mood music while I tell the story, then once they're nappin', you can tell me all about what's been going on with ya on the open road."

The two of them made their way to the house, which had been expanded multiple times in order to fit the entire large and still growing family.

*****

A small groan escaped Applejack as she woke up. Rolling onto her back, her legs fell over the edge of the bed, hooves touching the floor. A yawn escaped her as she stretched out her body. As her lower stomach and thighs tensed, she felt a strange twitching sensation between her legs. Smacking her lips, she reached down to scratch at her stomach, pushing her erection out of the way.

Applejack's eyes snapped open as she shot up into a sitting position. Her brain, still slow from sleep, was trying to process what was going on. She blinked rapidly, partly to get the last of the sleep of them, and partly to make sure that what she was looking at was not some sort of post dream hallucination.

It was not. She was awake, and it was not fading away. Right there, between her legs, was a very real, big, black, throbbing, rock-hard, horse cock. The thing was attached to her body, and there was a big, black sac to go with it resting between her thighs.

This was the strangest thing that had ever happened to Applejack, and considering all that had occurred in her life -- especially since meeting Twilight -- that was really saying something. She had gone to bed like everything was normal, had a strange dream, and then woke up with a massive boner. A big, beautiful, beefy, black cock.

Reaching out, Applejack placed her hand on her cock. Her fingers were not even close to being able to touch each other. The length was so warm, hard, and smooth. She licked her lips as she stared at it, eyes wide. Slowly, her hand slid down along it, feeling the smooth, rock-hard flesh against her palm and fingertips. As she stroked past the medial ring, a bolt of pleasure shot through her body, making her gasp out. The length throbbed and twitched, releasing a spurt of pre-cum from the top of the head.

After getting a better grip on her newly appeared erection, she pulled it closer, pressing it against her body. The thing came all the way up to her chest, nearly able to nestle between her breasts. Applejack's eyes closed as she brought her head closer to the head of the cock, nose twitching as she inhaled the aroma of her own pre.

It was her scent: a mixture of fresh earth, apples, and a musk that seemed to be all her own. Except it was a little more pungent. Plus, there was also something else to it. Something masculine and extremely alluring. It was something overwhelming. Something the drew her to it. Something that she wanted to taste.

Sticking her tongue out, she ran it across the broad, flat head to collect the droplet. The length flared and twitched at her touch, releasing a spurt of the thick fluid directly against her tongue. It was slightly sweet, slightly bitter, and tasted kind of like the odor she would build up when she had been working hard all day. The taste was not something she would have imagined, and a part of her was a little grossed out by it, but most of her wanted more.

Applejack moved her hands to get a better grip on the massive shaft, and begin to stroke along the length. Eyes closed, she pressed her mouth against the head of the shaft more, trying to fit it. She pressed until her jaw ached, but it just would not fit. So instead, she pressed her tongue against the opening more, stroking along it and sometimes even pushing the tip inside.

The stroke of her hands along the shaft and the touch of her fur against one side sent thrills of pleasure through Applejack. She could finally understand why her brother had been constantly playing with himself when he was younger. It felt so good. Especially when she stroked over the medial ring or just under the head of the shaft. So that was where she started to focus her attention. One hand gripped at the medial ring, pumping up and down quickly to stroke over the sensitive ring repeatedly. The other reached up to the base of the head, rubbing along the underside while giving quick jerks. With each motion, her tongue continued to run along the top, collecting fluid every time it emerged.

A sensation began to build in her testicles.

Applejack needed more arms. At least two so that she could rub and stroke her sac, massaging the balls inside. Instead, she focused on the hands she did have, her grip tightening as she worked faster. Her hips shifted, thighs pressing against the sides of her sac. One leg moved up and down, rubbing at the sensitive skin and teasing the contents inside.

Finally, she reached her limit. The massive sac pulled tight against her as the length swelled and twitched. With each throb, massive globs of cum pumped along the length, large enough for Applejack to feel. The thick white fluid shot out from the tip, hitting the mare in the face. She kept her mouth open wide, trying to catch as much of it as she could, to taste and swallow it. While she did catch some, taste some, she could not get all of it, or even most. The stuff covered her hair, her face, coated her eyelids, filled her nostrils to give her even more of the pungent aroma. It covered her chin and throat, and even managed to run down over her breasts.

When the orgasm finally came to an end, Applejack collapsed onto the bed again. The softening shaft fell against her, the last of the semen dripping out from the tip onto her coat. It had been different from her normal female orgasms. Not as strong, but more intense. Like the pleasure was all focused in one part of her more than spreading throughout her entire body. In a way, it was also the opposite of her regular orgasms, which caused a tightening and pulling sensation, not a swelling and pushing. It had been a lot of fun playing with her cock.

...her cock...

Her eyes open again and she shot back up, looking down between her legs.

Mother of Celestia! I have a fuckin' huge cock!

A scream tore itself from her throat.

As she laid there, panting (or maybe hyperventilating) and staring at her cock, something else started to get her attention. She was bigger. Her bed no longer fit her as well as it did. The fact her feet were still over the edge to the point of her knees was proof of that.

Wiping the cum from her face, she moved to stand up. As she did, there was a moment of disorientation. Part of it was a blood rush from standing up so quickly, and part of it was because of how far away the floor suddenly seemed. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

You're okay, Applejack, she told herself. You've been through weird stuff like this before, and you made it through just fine. Panicking ain't gonna help. Just keep focused and you'll get through this too.

No longer wanting to run screaming to who knows where, Applejack opened her eyes and made her way to the mirror. She needed to crouch down some, but she was able to get a look at herself, still covered in massive amounts of her own cum.

Still can't believe I did that. What in Tartarus got into me?

Pushing the thought aside, she took a good look at herself. She was definitely taller, at least seven feet, but could not figure out the exact height. It was not just height either. Her shoulders were wider than they had been, more so than if she had kept to the same proportions. They had been broad for a woman to begin with, but now had become even more so. She was also much more muscular: more noticeable biceps and thicker thighs. Except her stomach was proportionally smaller. It had always been a little thick and slightly fat due to her body being made from hard work and hardy meals, but now it looked lean and flat. Pressing her hand against her abdomen revealed a rock hard six-pack hidden beneath her soft fur. Even her breasts were larger. Not only had they grown with her, but had nearly doubled in comparative size.

Put her in a skin tight body suit, and she would look just like one of those warrior queens from Apple Bloom's comic books. Well... except for the fact that if she were to wear such a thing, Applejack would have a noticeable extra bulge in the front of it.

Admittedly, she did find herself kind of hot looking. Not that she wanted to stay like this.

A knock at the door caused Applejack to jerk, turning toward it with wide-eyes.

"You okay in there?" Big Macintosh's voice asked from the other side. "Thought I heard screamin'."

"I'm..." Applejack started, only to stop. She was what? She was not exactly hurt or in pain in anyway, just a massive, muscular mare that suddenly had a massive dick (which hung nearly down to her knee in its limp state) and balls. Saying "I'm fine" would not exactly be true, but there was also nothing that her family could do to help.

Really, there was only one pony Applejack could think of that would be able to help fix her situation.

"AJ?" Macintosh asked.

"I'm not hurt or anything," she finally called out. "But... well somethin' peculiar happened. It... it ain't exactly somethin' I wanna talk about, to say nothin' of lettin' any of y'all see."

There was a moment of silence. Stepping away from the mirror, Applejack looked at the door. She had not heard her brother walk away from it yet, and she was listening now that she knew he was there.

"Anything I can do to help?" Macintosh called out.

Applejack's first instinct was to answer no. After all, this was not something they could fix. It would take Twilight's skill and talent to figure out how this...

Twilight. Closing her eyes, Applejack smacked herself. That must have been how it happened. Which made it all the more important for her to get to Twilight Sparkle for help. If she was right and that powder Twilight was working on was responsible for what happened, it was all the more reason to get to the castle as soon as possible. Hopefully Twilight will be able to come up with an antidote, lickety-split.

Her gaze drifted from the door to her closet.

Going to Twilight's would mean having to walk there.

"Actually," Applejack finally called back, "could I borrow some of your clothes?"