Applejacked

After the spa, Applejack found herself absolutely famished. Thinking back on it, she was surprised that she had not actually been feeling hungry sooner. While she did technically eat something after waking up, it was not exactly what she would consider a proper breakfast. Also, while she has not been doing her regular daily work, Applejack had been walking around a lot. Add in all the sex that she wound up having -- plus all the semen she had released -- and she must have burned a lot of energy.

Now that she noticed it, she was starving. She could probably eat Pinkie Pie under the table.

Or she could eat Pinkie Pie under the table.

Or have Pinkie Pie under the table eating her.

With a shake of her head, Applejack pushed aside the desires of an appetite she had been sating most of the day to focus on the one that needed more immediate attention. She needed food. A lot of it.

At a small pizzeria near the edge of town, Applejack found a nice seat outside. There, she enjoyed the feel of the warm afternoon sun as she ate: a garden salad meant to serve four; three extra large, super-deluxe pizzas; four pasta filled bread bowls; and a large pizza-sized chocolate chip cookie sandwich. All of which was washed down with gallons of sweet tea.

Once finished, Applejack no longer felt hungry, but she did not actually feel full either. She was pretty sure that she could eat a whole lot more than she already had. Her gaze drifted down to her stomach as she reached down to poke at it. She could still feel the rock hard muscles through the fabric and fur covering it. How much would it take to actually feel full? Or to distend that otherwise flat and firm surface?

It hardly mattered. Now that she was no longer hungry, she could continue on her way to Zecora's. Besides, the meal had already caused her to use up the last of her bits she had on her. The fact she had any to begin with was practically a miracle considering how her day started.

Walking through The Everfree Forest and following the path to Zecora's, the place seemed different to Applejack. Smaller. Less of an immediate danger. At the same time, it also made Applejack feel something she never had before: a sense of claustrophobia. The trees were all around her, growing close together and with plenty of branches at chest and head level. At times, she would swear that they were not only moving, but doing so in an attempt to intentionally snag at her. Like they wanted her to not make it to Zecora's for some reason.

At one point, Applejack's path crossed with a lone timber wolf. At the sight of the creature, she felt a sense of curiosity. There had been times in the past when she had been frightened of the creatures, and times when she had faced them head on and managed to come out on top. Now, she was tall enough to look one face to face instead of up at them, and was strong enough to pick up a full grown mare with a single hand. With that, what could she do to one of them? It was not something she would think about under other circumstances, or go out of her way to try, but now that she was facing a timber wolf, it was too good a chance to pass up.

While keeping eye contact with the creature, Applejack spread her legs apart, digging her hooves into the ground and bracing herself. Her shoulders tensed as she flexed her hands, clenching and unclenching.

C'mon, you son of a bitch, she thought as she stared at the creature. Come and get me.

For whatever reason it might have, the timber wolf decided not to attack. With a lupine grunt, it turned and walked away, heading off the path and further into the forest. As she watched it go, Applejack felt a mix of relief and disappointment.

What in Equestria had gotten into her? While she was never one to back down from a fight, she had never really been spoiling for one either. If somepony came at her, she had no problem giving them what for and making them remember it, but she did not go around trying to start one, and she sure as shootin' did not feel excited at the possibility at one. She would rather have things settled in some sort of fun and friendly way, like she often did with Rainbow Dash... after the whole Running of the Leaves brouhaha, anyways. Fighting was not supposed to be the first thing she intended to do in a situation.

Zecora's hut came into view.

Please be home, she thought. And have a way to cure this. I don't know if I can put up with another day like this. Reaching up, she knocked on the door.

After a moment, it opened to reveal the zebra mare. A small gasp escaped her as she took a step back, blue eyes wide.

"Am what I seeing before me true?" she said. "My dear friend Applejack, is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me," Applejack replied. "Mind if I come in?"

"Most certainly," Zecora replied as she moved aside to let the large mare in. "Is this altered condition why you have come to see me?"

"'fraid so." Moving further inside, Applejack let out a sigh as she tried to get comfortable. "Last night, Twilight was working with Poison Joke and Heart's Desire, and I must'a gotten some of it on me. Woke up and I was like this." She motioned at herself. "Tried goin' to Twilight, but it turns out she was called away on a friendship mission."

Walking over to where Applejack was, Zecora stood in front of her and put her hands on her wide hips. She tilted her head and raised an eye brow.

"Judging from your clothes and the time of day, I assume you did not come see me right away."

The statement and look made Applejack shift, her face heating up.

"Well... the outfit was kinda necessary," she finally said. "Couldn't go 'round town naked, after all." Shifting her weight from one leg to the other, she reached up to rub her neck. "And...it... was kinda hard to get anywhere. Other ponies kept... uhm... distracting me?" She let out a chuckle, suddenly unable to look the zebra woman in the eye. "I... uh... may have also tried the spa... you know, since they had the stuff for Poison Joke available already."

The sound of chuckling drew Applejack's attention. Looking up, she found Zecora looking at her with a wide grin, shoulders raising and lowering with each laugh. It also made the barely contained breasts jiggle with each movement.

"My friend, do be at ease," Zecora said, still smiling. "I was simply asking... and perhaps lightly tease." Moving closer, she gave the large mare a gentle pat an the arm. "I shall help you, if am able, however, I will need you to give me the full details. To begin, let me ask, was the only change to height and muscle mass?"

The question should not have been a surprise, but it was. Of course Zecora would want to know the full extent of the changes that Applejack had gone through. She would need to know as much as possible in order to figure out what all happened to reverse it. That would also include changes that may not have been obvious, or in this case, covered up.

"Ah...no..." Applejack said. "It... It also gave me..." She cleared her throat. "It gave me quite a large stallionhood. And...uh... a pretty active sex drive as well."

"How large of a masculinity did the effect give you, precisely?"

"Two feet?" Applejack guess. "Maybe three?" She looked down at her front, lifting one hand to above her chest. "It comes up between my breasts at this height, so however high up that would be."

"I see," Zecora said with a nod, "and what of your virility?"

That was a bit harder to answer. How could Applejack explain what she knew about that without giving out too much information?

"Well... I... have orgasmed four times since I woke up," Applejack said, "three of 'em were with other ponies, and two of them... uhm...." She brought her hands down to her stomach, making a convex motion in the air in front of it. "Their stomachs sorta stuck out more afterwards. Like they were months pregnant or somethin'."

"Hmmm." Zecora shifted rubbing at her chin. "Interesting." She moved to get more comfortable. "Tell me, do you recall, any dreams you had at all?"

"Dreams?" Applejack repeated, turning to look at the zebra curiously.

"That is correct, any you had before waking with a malehood standing erect?"

"Actually..." Applejack said slowly. "Now that you mention it, yeah. I did have one that I recall. 'though I don't see how it matters."

"Perhaps," Zecora agreed, "but tell me all the same, what events in this dream came."

With a slow sigh, Applejack leaned back and looked up at the ceiling. She looked at the bare wood above her for a long moment as she let her mind drift back, picking through the memories to pick up as much as she could of the dream from the night before.

"I was older than I am now," Applejack explained. "At least twenty years, I think. Old enough to have streaks of white in my mane, bit of gray 'round the muzzle, and to have a kid or two all grown up." She smiled as her hands came to her stomach, remembering the swell of it. "That's mostly what it was about, I suppose. I had foals, and lots of them. Twelve already born, with another on the way." A small chuckle escaped her throat. "Don't think I was plannin' on stoppin' there either."

"Is a large family something that you desire?" Zecora asked.

"Yeah," Applejack replied, still looking up at the ceiling. "I mean it ain't something I've put much active thought in for a while now, but it was something I had thought about a lot when I was younger. I was gonna meet a nice stallion, have a bunch'a foals, and work the farm together. Ain't the only one either. Family is a might important thing to the Apples."

"In that case, things could be most dire."

The tone got Applejack's attention. Turning away from the ceiling, she looked at the zebra mare beside her.

"What do you mean? Somethin' wrong?"

Now it was Zecora's turn to look nervous. One of her ears twitched as she turned to look at the pot. Her tongue slipped out to lick at her lips, and one hand rubbed at her thick thigh, fingers dimpling the flesh.

"The mixture of the two could give a skewed version of what you desire in your heart," she said. "In your case, my friend, I think it may have been the family you wished to start. However, as the joke played with this desire, instead of being the mother, I believe that you are the sire."

It took a moment for Applejack to pick apart what was said, figuring out what it meant. It then took her a while longer to process it as she did not entirely want to believe it.

"Are... are you saying... I got those mares... pregnant?"

"Correct."

"But..." Applejack stood up, and started to pace around the hut. Pregnant? Could she actually have gotten Rarity and Starlight pregnant? Yes, she might have thought about it -- and liked it -- when she was with them, but that had just been a fantasy. To have that actually happen was a different matter.

"But I couldn't have," she finally blurted out. "I mean it ain't even breeding season, so they shouldn't be able."

"Under ordinary circumstances, that would be true," Zecora said. "However, recall that it was magic which did this to you. The power that gave you virile masculinity could also induce female fertility."

The idea had never occurred to Applejack, but it made so much sense. Her legs shook before her knees gave out, causing her to fall to the floor with an audible thump. The impact sent a small shock of pain through the large mare's backside as it hit the hard wood. It barely registered as she sat there, staring down at the floor. Her heart pounded in her chest, slamming against the inside of her ribs, and her stomach dropped out of her, leaving her feeling empty. She opened her mouth wide, finding it hard to catch her breath.

"Is... is there a way to prevent it?" Applejack asked.

"I am sorry, my friend," Zecora replied. "For the mares, there is nothing I can do." Moving closer, she crouched to look Applejack in the eye. "However, I do believe I can reverse the changes made to you. To do so, first I shall need, to collect a sample of your seed."

"My seed?" Applejack said. "Are... are you sayin' you need to collect my semen?"

"Yes. If you wish me to change you back to who you were, then I shall need your sperm as part of the cure."

With a groan, Applejack rubbed at her face. Why? Why did this have to happen to her? Why was this necessary? Yes, she kind of understood -- being friends with Twilight meant picking up some information here or there when it came to magic and the like -- but it was still extremely uncomfortable. And why was all of this happening to her? Granted, strange things happened to all her friends, but it did not mean she had to be okay with it.

"Fine," she huffed as she stood up and started to undress. Her ears stayed pull back as she did, grumbling under her breath the whole time. It was starting to seem pointless to get the damned outfit in the first place. She was spending more time putting it on and taking it off than actually wearing it. Maybe she should have gone naked and let everypony in Ponyville see her bare body, big dick and all. Anypony that had a problem with it could go to Tartarus, and any mare that wanted it could be fucked until they were so bloated they could not walk. Maybe then she would feel some sense of satisfaction and the cursed thing would stop bothering her. Just a string of cum-bloated mares marking where she had been as she made her way around town.

That idea was actually a little appealing to her, considering the idea made her cock throb and start to swell. Applejack dropped the dress, revealing her naked body. The sight of it got a gasp from Zecora, as well as her saying something that Applejack did not understand.

"Yeah," Applejack said, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about herself. "There it is." She had the urge to place her hands over her crotch, although it would do no good considering.

"I believe to get the reaction desired, my assistance will be required."

With that, Zecora moved toward Applejack. Her hands reached up to the strap of her top, undoing the knot. The top fell away, releasing large, round breasts and thick nipples that had gold rings dangling from them. A smirk appeared on the zebra's face as she cupped her ample breasts, stroking along the outer edges of them. She then stroked down over her stomach and around her wide, foal-bearing hips. Thumbs slipping into the waistband, she gave a tug, easily undoing the knots that had held the loincloth in place.

The sight of Zecora now naked, sent a new thrill of arousal through Applejack, causing the shaft to thicken more. As the zebra approached, the farm mare let her gaze focus on the thick thighs, as well as what was between them. Applejack had been been aware that Zecora was rather bottom-heavy in build, but had never really paid much attention to it. Now, seeing those wide hips and thick thighs, she found herself drawn to them. Slipping her tongue out, she licked her lips.

One of the zebra's hand reached down, gripping the base of the shaft and stroking up along the length. The palm and fingers were rough and calloused, sending fresh tingles of pleasure through the sensitive flesh. It gripped the underside as it slid up, working toward the top. The length gave a twitch, releasing a small spurt of pre.

Leaning forward, Zecora's nostrils flared as she sniffed at the fluid.

"The musk it gives off is quite strong," she said, her eyes narrowing. "I believe it helps convince the mares to go along."

Before Applejack could ask what she meant, Zecora leaned in more and gave the tip a lick. Slowly, she pulled away, the strings of pre running from her tongue to the slit. Looking up at Applejack, Zecora opened her mouth and swirled her tongue, catching the strands and pulling them in. She then moved closer, lifting herself as she slipped the massive length between her breasts. The rough and strong hands reached down, cupping and stroking Applejack's sac as Zecora's arms pressed her cleavage around the shaft more.

"Forgive me if I enjoy being a lover, but it has been a while since I have been intimate with another."

Slowly, Zecora raised herself up, her breasts stroking along the length. As she slid up, her hands moved up the sac and along the base of the shaft. Reaching the top, she gave her breasts a squeeze to press around the crown, while her thumbs pressed into the underside, digging into the flesh and sending a tingle that Applejack had never felt before through her body. The grip eased as Zecora eased her way down again, lowering herself until reaching the medial ring. Closing her eyes, she gave the underside a kiss before moving up again.

Not wanting to be entirely passive -- and being somewhat curious -- Applejack reached out to grab Zecora's breasts. She gave them a squeeze, feeling the flesh squish in her grip, the slight coldness of the piercings, and the firmness of the large, dark, nipples. A moan escaped the smaller mare, moving to press her against the grip. Applejack relaxed her grip as she slid her hands up and back down, slipping the tip of a finger into each of the rings and gave a gentle tug.

At the pull, Zecora let out a cry of pleasure. The sound made the shaft twitch against the zebra, more pre leaking from the tip.

Encouraged by this and becoming more aroused, Applejack moved her hips. She moved opposite of Zecora, pulling back as she rose, and thrusting up as she dropped. The grip on the ample bust alternated between squeezing the soft mounds, and tugging on the rings, listening to the whimpers and moans caused by it.

It was a little disappointing as Zecora pulled away, the breasts slipping from Applejack's grasp, and rings slipping off her fingers. Standing up, Zecora turned around and walked toward the cauldron. It allowed Applejack to get a good look at the large butt, which swayed and jiggled with each step. She had never noticed it before. Wide, foal-bearing hips connecting to thick thighs by way of a shapely butt. Each cheek was so wide that, at her normal size, Applejack could have easily fit both hands on one with room to spare. They were so round and thick, it made Applejack think of a juicy apple.

And Celestia help her, she wanted to take a bite.

At the cauldron, Zecora bent over and rested her arms on the edge. Her legs spread apart, showing off a hint of pink between dark colored lips. Turning her head, she looked over her shoulder at Applejack. One hand reached back.

"Now that you are fully erect, perhaps you would like to enjoy my greatest asset."

Gripping one cheek, she pulled it to separate the two.

It was like Applejack was being pulled toward the ample zebra ass by her cock, whether she liked it or not. Like the cock was leading her toward it, the tip throbbing and pulsing with need as it got closer. Like Zecora's ass had its own gravity, and Applejack's cock had been caught in it. Applejack had never wanted anything more, and she was pretty sure she had not been more turned on at any point of her day.

Guess that if I were a stallion, I'd be an ass stallion, some part of her thought as she continued to approach the presenting Zecora. As soon as she was close enough, she reached out and grabbed a cheek in each hand, giving them a squeeze. They were surprising firm for being so big, more muscle than fat, and a lot more toned. It kind of reminded Applejack of her own, before her transformation.

Applejack's hands slid over the cheeks and up to Zecora's hips. She gripped them as best she could as she moved forward, bringing her shaft against the presenting zebra. As soon as it touched the cheeks, the shaft throbbed, letting out a spurt of pre that fell onto Zecora's back. Pushing back, Zecora grabbed her cheeks and squeezed pressing them against the shaft more.

The feel of those cheeks around her was wonderful. Not as good as actual sex, but better than stroking against a mare's boobs. Better than when she was pinned between Aloe and Lotus. Although that made her wish that there was a second one so that the two could sandwich her as they had. Two big, shapely butts, one pressed on each side of her shaft, slowly stroking up and down. The thought made more pre spurt from the tip and onto Zecora's back.

Eyes closed and legs wide, Applejack pulled her hips back. A small moan escaped her as she felt her length stroking along the cleft. The warm, soft flesh gripped at the shaft, tugging the skin as it slid back. More of the lubricating fluid poured from the tip, dripping down from the head and along the shaft before disappearing between the thick cheeks. It felt especially good when her medial ring was caught in the warm softness.

Applejack wanted to keep pulling back until the head of her cock got nestled between those cheeks, leaking pre directly against Zecora's flesh and fur. Unfortunately, the length was too long to do that easily. And if she was going to pull back that far, it was not going to be simply for some hotdogging fun. No, it would be to aim for something warm, wet, and fertile.

Not just yet, though.

Instead, she pushed forward again, stroking the length up. There was a slap as her hips smacked against the soft cheeks, and a second as her sac struck against Zecora, causing the zebra to grunt out in pleasure. Applejack could also feel something warm and wet dripping onto her testicles.

Wow, Applejack thought. She must be pretty excited if she's dripping wet like that.

Again, Applejack pulled back until the medial ring was stroked, but this time did not move as far before thrusting forward again. The forward momentum did not end in a slap this time. Instead she ground her toned hips against the soft flesh, feeling the movement against her. Her motions became shorter, but steadier, pulling back and pushing forward to stroke the medial ring in and out of the warm, soft flesh of Zecora's glorious ass. The slipping in and out especially felt nice. With each backwards pull, more pre leaked from the head, dripping along the shaft and onto Zecora's back.

An image of Zecora covered in cum and panting heavily popped into Applejack's head. Thick ropes of it on her back, running down along her spine to collect on and between her cheeks. Strands of it covering her face, dripping down to the floor. The mare's eyes glassed over in pleasure as her mouth hung open, tongue out to try and catch some of the thick, musky seed. One hand was buried between her legs, rapidly rubbing her clit as she fingered herself.

While it was an attractive image, it was not one that Applejack was interested in actually seeing this time. Instead she pulled back, letting go of Zecora's hips. One hand took a hold of a thick cheek, giving it a squeeze, while the other reached down to press on her shaft, pushing it down to line up with the dark, wet, vaginal lips.

"What are you--"

The rest of Zecora's question was lost in a cry of pleasure as she was penetrated, followed by a series of words in her native language. Her legs shifted, spreading wider. Gripping the edge of the cauldron tighter, she pushed her hips back, working to take more of the massive shaft into her.

A growl of pleasure escaped Applejack as she continued to push forward. Maybe it was her imagination, but Zecora's pussy felt different than Rarity's and Starlight Glimmer's. It was softer, more inviting. Still tight, but like it was gripping the shaft and pulling it deeper into the warm wetness. It seemed like the depths were more able to accommodate the thickness.

There was a moment of resistance as the top of the medial ring touched the lips. Rocking her hips, Applejack stroked the ring along the lips before pulling back. That same softness that tried to pull her in now held onto the length, trying to keep it inside, to pull it back in. Given the length of her shaft and her unwillingness to release her grip on those wonderful cheeks, Applejack could not pull back as far as she would have liked. The part that did slide out glistened with the feminine fluids now coating it.

After adjusting her stance, she pushed forward again. The lubricated shaft slipped back in with ease, sliding back into the aroused zebra until the ring pressed against the opening again. This time, Applejack gave an extra push. The ring slipped past the stretched the lips, sinking in with a loud, wet noise.

A scream of pleasure tore itself from Zecora, followed by more of her crying our in her own language as she hit her climax. Her hips pushed back, rocking to take more of the thick shaft into her depths. The walls gripped around the length, stroking it and sending fresh flares of pleasure to the large mare attached to it. Feminine fluid escaped from the overstretched lips, running down along the underside of the shaft before dripping to the floor.

For her part, Applejack held still, enjoying the feel of the climaxing walls engulfing part of her length. She could feel ever flex, ever twitch, every squeeze and stroke. The length swelled and twitched throughout, urging the large mare to continue, to push forward, to bury as much of it into the wanting depths of the zebra as she could.

Instead, Applejack waited until Zecora's orgasm passed. Once it had, she pulled back slight before pushing forward again. Although, it turned out not to be for very long before she reached Zecora's cervix, blocking her from going any further. Looking down, Applejack found that a quarter of her shaft was still sticking out between her and those nether lips.

Oh, how she wished she could bury her entire length into a mare at least once. Unfortunately, with such a length, that was probably not going to happen.

Especially if Zecora's antidote worked and she was turned back to normal.

A part of Applejack was actually going to miss this.

Returning her attention to the present and the matter in front of her, Applejack adjusted her grip. Again she pulled back, watching the length as it tugged its way free of the tight wetness. Her jaw clenched and grip tightened as the ring reached the opening, sending a shock through her as it pulled free with a wet pop. As soon as it came out, Applejack pushed forward to sink it back in again. This time, she watched as the vaginal lips folded inward before returning to their original -- if stretched -- position.

Once Applejack was again buried as deep as she could, Zecora turned to look at her, eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

"Faster," she whimpered out.

A predatory grin spread across Applejack's face as her eyes narrowed. Her body tensed as she gripped that plump rump tighter, fingers digging into the thick, soft flesh. Pulling back quickly, she tugged out until the ring pulled free, then gave a hard thrust forward, sinking back in. As soon as she felt the tip smack against the barrier to Zecora's womb, she pulled back again.

Each movement now caused the zebra to cry out. Her hips pumped as well, moving opposite of Applejack. Each backward thrust caused the part of the thick ass not being gripped to bounce and jiggle.

The sight of it aroused Applejack further, but also frustrated her. She did not just want to watch it, she actually wanted to feel it. To push herself so deeply into Zecora, that she could feel that thick, jiggly, round ass against her hips. She wanted to rock and grind against it, feeling the ample flesh against her.

With a growl of frustration, the large mare let go of the soft ass and grabbed the tail with one hoof, pulling it up. She give it a yank as she thrusts forward again, slamming as deep as she could. Her eyes closed as she pumped, pulling back on the tail as she pushed forward with her hips. The sensation of getting close was starting to build up in her.

Slipping the other hand under them, Applejack found Zecora's clit and pressed against it. The touch sent Zecora off into another orgasm. She threw her head back as she cried in a mixture of Equestrian and Zebrican, none of which Applejack understood even if she was listening. The walls gripped the thick shaft tight, stroking it as it tried to pull it deeper, pressing the slit directly against her wanting cervix.

The sensation was the last bit Applejack needed to reach her own release. With a grunt, she pushed forward one last time, holding still as the buried length throbbed and twitched. Thick spurts of fertile semen pumped from the tip, pouring directly into the waiting womb.

A sudden squeezing sensation at the base of her shaft caused Applejack to cry out. The hold was surprisingly tight. Painfully so as it prevented the semen from pouring out. With surprising strength, Zecora managed to pull the thick, throbbing shaft from her pussy. Moving aside, she pointed the tip at the cauldron, and relaxed her grip while stroking the length. A sigh escaped the large earth pony as the pressure was released, allowing her seed to flow again.

"Forgive me for pulling your shaft from my slot," Zecora panted out, "but recall that for you antidote, I need your seed in my actual pot." Her hand held the underside of he thick shaft, stroking quickly as she worked to milk as much of the seed as she could.

Applejack stood there, panting as she was stroked and watching as each spurt shot from the tip of her twitching cock and landing in the cauldron. It seemed to just go on and on, spurt after spurt, shot after shot. When it finally came to an end, a panting Applejack looked at the cauldron, and found nearly filled to the tip with her white spunk.

Zecora stood up and turned around, her hand falling away from the softening shaft. Her stomach was noticeably swollen further, sticking out more than it had been earlier, although not as much as the others.

How much of the stuff am I making? Applejack wondered. She had produced not only enough to fill a pot large enough to fit a pony, but had also pumped enough into Zecora to make her look noticeably pregnant, if only in the early stages.

"There seems much more than we need to make the antidote from your seed," Zecora stated.

"... yeah..." Applejack said slowly. "Um... is there anything I can do to help?"

"While appreciated, it is not required," Zecora answered. "I believe I have the ingredients for the results desired." She gave a grin. "Your previous form I should restore, but I shall let you know if I require... more."

She gave a wink before turning back to the cauldron.

Even softening and just sated, the statement made Applejack's shaft twitch as she stared at the glorious ass.