Applejacked

Applejack looked down at the cauldron. The once white contents had now become a glowing indigo color, bubbles slowly rising to the surface before popping and disappearing. It now smelled of cooked sugar and flowers. As she watched, Zecora slipped a ladle into it, giving it one last stir before lifting it out.

"The potion is ready for you to consume," she said as she poured the contents into a mug, "and your normal life you will resume." She held out the mug. "Drink this up, and some time it will take, but you will be cured in the morning when you wake."

"Really?" Applejack asked, taking the mug. "You're saying I just drink this, and back to normal by tomorrow? Just like that?"

Zecora placed her arms under her bare breasts, shifting her weight as she looked at Applejack.

"Do keep in mind that this experiment is relatively new. There is a possibility some changes may linger in you. If such happens, and you decide you cannot live with it in the end, then come back and we can try again. Also, should no change occur as I did not get it right, then you can still seek help from Princess Twilight."

That was true enough. Besides, Applejack really did not have much to lose at this point.

Actually, in a way, she had a lot to lose. Her gaze drifted down to the shaft currently hanging limply between her legs. Was it possible to hate something, but still want it around? Because that is what it felt like to her at the moment. She had found the thing a major annoyance since she woke up. It just seemed intent on not letting her have a normal day. At the same time, she had kind of enjoyed what she had done with it. It had been kind of nice being on the other side for a while.

There was no need to take Zecora's cure right away. Applejack could simply wait until Twilight was back, and deal with it then. In the mean time, she could try out what it would be like working the farm with her new muscles. She could probably even get a few more mares to be with her, trying out a couple things she had not yet, and leaving some more mothers to be. Hay, she might even be able to impregnate her other friends. Like Twilight Sparkle, or Rainbow Dash. Maybe even the Crusa--

The image of having sex with Apple Bloom, her own sister, and her underage friends caused Applejack's stomach to drop. Even putting aside the fact that one of them was a sibling, one that she had actually played a major role in raising, they were twelve years old. They had just gotten their cutie marks, and were barely old enough to be getting pregnant. To say nothing of how furious Rarity and Rainbow Dash would be.

With that making the decision for her, Applejack closed her eyes and downed the entire contents of the mug in one gulp. The mixture tasted like charcoal and perfume. It left a feeling of dirt on her tongue, and burned as it poured down her throat. As soon as the concoction hit her stomach, it felt like she had swallowed a ball of molten copper. It sat like a massive weight, eating away at her gut.

"Oh, Celestia," Applejack groaned, dropping the mug as she held her stomach. "It freaking burns like Tartarus."

She was uncertain how long she laid there in pain, although it was certainly not very long. Next thing she knew, Zecora was helping to pull her up into a sitting position and handing her a mug of what looked like some kind of tea.

"This should help your comfort correct," the zebra stated. "My apologies, for such pain I did not expect."

Slowly, Applejack took a sip of the tea. It had a sweet minty flavor that washed away the taste of the potion. It soothed her throat as it went down, and seemed to ease the fire in her stomach. It did not settle completely, but it was more of a mild discomfort than anything. It was noticeable, but she coul--

A massive belch tore itself from Applejack's throat, causing the entire hut to shake. Once it passed, she noticed her stomach felt a lot better.

"Heh," she chuckled out, blushing. "'scuse me."

After getting dressed and promising to come back tomorrow so that Zecora could make sure everything had worked, Applejack left the hut and made her way back to Ponyville. At this point, she was ready to just head home and be done with the whole thing. If not for the fact she was suddenly feeling famished, she would probably just head up to her room and lay in bed until she fell asleep. Even hungry, it was a little tempting to do it anyways. Sooner she went to bed, sooner she could wake up and (hopefully) everything would be back to normal.

As she exited the forest and entered the edge of Ponyville, a strange -- but somehow familiar -- noise reached her ears. It sounded like a high pitched squeal from--

"Applejack! CATCH ME!"

Turning toward the sound, Applejack braced her legs and threw out her arms, and just in time. A mostly pink form landed against her, causing her to wrap her arms around it. The impact was surprisingly gentle, although all things considered, it should have been no surprise. Even if it had all happened too fast for her to recognize the mare, she knew exactly who it was that she had caught.

"Pinkie Pie, what are you doing?"

Pinkie Pie looked up at Applejack with a grin.

"Finding you, silly," she answered. "I heard a bunch of ponies talking about something having happened to you, so I wanted to see if you were okay. I went to Rarity's boutique, and kind of guessed what happened, with her filling some of it as well. After that, I went to the castle to see if you were there, but Twilight was out and Starlight was asleep. So I thought of where else you might be, and here you are."

Letting Pinkie Pie go, Applejack took a step back.

"Uhm... how much do you know, exactly?"

Turning, Pinkie Pie looked around. As she did, Applejack studied her a little. At just over the five foot mark, Pinkie had always been short, second only to Rainbow Dash. At her regular five foot eleven, Applejack had towered over the other mare. Now at over seven feet, she simply dwarfed the pink earth pony. It was probably a result of growing up on a rock farm. Having most meals consist of broth made from boiling rocks probably did not have a lot of nutrients for a growing filly. Although, Applejack was well aware that the work had left The Pies with quite a bit of muscle, even if most of it had softened and become hidden by a layer of chubbiness in Pinkie's case.

Returning her attention to Applejack, Pinkie made a come closer motion with her hand. Applejack leaned down, tilting her head as Pinkie tried to raise herself up as much as possible.

"You got exposed to Poison Joke and Heart's Desire," Pinkie said, "which made you all tall and muscular like you are now." She then leaned in more and whispered, "Plus, it gave you a big penis that releases a lot of cum."

The fact that Pinkie Pie knew that made Applejack swallow with nervous energy.

"You're... uh... not going to throw an 'Applejack has a cock party' or anything, are ya?"

"No," Pinkie said with a giggle, only to suddenly stop and suck her lip as her face turned serious. "Although..." her eyes narrowed, "...that could be a lot of fun. We could have it be for adults only. And there could be games. Like one where's it like pin the tail on the pony, but it's a stallion, and instead of a tail, you try to attach his penis to the front." She then started to giggle. "Plus, I could serve cream filled long johns. Just imagine somepony biting into one, only to have it squirt all over another's face. Just... splat!"

This sent her into a bigger fit of giggles, ending in a loud snort.

"But no," Pinkie said as her. "I'm here to make sure you're okay." She moved closer, pressing herself against Applejack. "Aaaaand... to offer my help."

"Help?" Applejack asked, tilting her head and raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah. Like if you need somepony to..." she looked around before leaning up and whispering "have sex with."

The statement sent a small throb through Applejack's shaft. Pinkie Pie had coming looking for her, intentionally for the possibility of sex? In truth, it was hard for her to imagine Pinkie Pie knowing anything about sex in the first place. The pink mare always seemed to have a child-like innocence to her. Less like she was a full grown mare, and more like an over-sized filly. Her life was about sweets, and parties, and making others happy. Concepts like sex and death just seemed like things that she would not really understand.

"Pinkie," Applejack said slowly, "do you know what sex is?"

With a huff, Pinkie Pie rolled her eyes.

"Why do ponies keep asking me that?" She raised her head as high as she could, looking up at the other mare. "Yes, I know what sex is. I've even had it a couple times."

Applejack found herself stunned silent at that statement, trying to process it.

"In this case, since you have a penis, it would mostly be like having sex with a stallion. Which means it would possibly include masturbation, oral sex, and vaginal penetration. Do you want me to explain how vaginal sex works, too?"

"No, no," Applejack said with a shake of her head. "You made your point. Just... kinda odd thinkin' of ya like that."

"Well the way I see it, sex between two or more consenting ponies is a way for them to get pleasure and relax, both of which make ponies happy. As long as all involved are agreed and enjoy themselves, then it's no big deal."

That did sort of make sense for Pinkie.

"Okay," Applejack sighed out. "Now, I ain't saying that something is gonna happen between us, but if -- if -- it does, there are two things you should know first."

"Right," Pinkie said, standing at attention. "I'm listening."

"First of all, I'm big. I mean like... probably the size of your arm and fist big."

Eyes wide, Pinkie looked down at her arm. She raised it up, clenching her hand into a fist. A small "oooh" escaped her as she did.

"Second," Applejack continued, getting Pinkie's attention again, "you should know that if something happens, you almost definitely will end up getting pregnant."

"Really?"

"If Zecora's right, yeah." Applejack's eyes narrowed. "You're okay with that?"

The look on Pinkie's face got surprisingly serious as she looked down at herself. Lifting her shirt to expose her chubby stomach, she took a hold of it in both hands, giving it a squeeze. She then just stood there, hands on her bare belly, unmoving. For a pony that seemed to always be moving to suddenly be so still was disconcerting. Even after only three seconds, it made Applejack start to feel uncomfortable.

"Uh.. Pinkie?"

"I've thought about becoming a mother before," Pinkie said, almost whispering as she continued to stare at her belly. "Especially after helping Mr. and Mrs. Cake take care of twins." One hand slid across the surface, gently caressing it. "I think I'd be a good mom." She smiled. "I would do everything that I could to make sure my baby was happy and know how loved they were." The smile faded. "Although it would probably be hard for me too. Trying to tell them no, making them do homework, having to resist puppy dog eyes and pouting lips."

She then turned to Applejack.

"You'd be there, thought, right? Help take care of the foal and everything?"

"Course I would," Applejack answered automatically. "Shoot, even if it weren't mine, I still would be there to help ya, sugar cube. All of us would."

"That's good," Pinkie replied. "I'm sure that will make Rarity and Starlight feel better about being pregnant too."

The names caused Applejack to freeze, eyes going wide.

"Oh, road apples!" she huffed. "I'm gonna have to tell them that they might be pregnant."

Before she could go off and do that, Pinkie Pie grabbed her.

"Maybe you should wait until tomorrow," she suggested. "Let them rest after what happened today. Plus, if you get too worked up --" her gaze shifted down "-- you may wind having another round with them. You don't want to make them double pregnant, do you?"

"Pinkie... a mare can't get double pregnant."

"Just like a mare can't wake up and suddenly be seven feet tall with a two foot dick?" Pinkie asked, raising an eyebrow.

That was a fair point on the matter, making it a little difficult to argue. It also made it more difficult to argue with the smaller mare about waiting until tomorrow. Considering the subject, Applejack felt the need to tell the Rarity and Starlight right away. She should probably tell the spa twins as well, just in case since they had stuffed her semen in their vaginas. At the same time, Pinkie Pie was right about them resting. It was pretty late, practically supper time, and it would be kind of rude to drop that on the mares while they were eating. Especially if Rarity was eating with her sister or parents. Even if she did tell Rarity and Starlight tonight, Lotus and Aloe would still have to wait until tomorrow since she did not know where they lived. Plus, while Applejack doubted Pinkie's idea of getting them "double pregnant," it was possible it would end up with sex again if the pheromones still worked and the anger at the situation turned to lust ("hate fuckin'," Granny Smith would call it). But if Zecora's antidote worked, she would be back to normal tomorrow, and there would be no risk of more sex or greater chance of pregnancy.

With that decided, Applejack turned her attention back to Pinkie Pie. Applejack should tell her "no," to reject her offer of sex. Because having Pinkie actually there would turn the possibility of sex into a definite. When they got back to Sweet Apple Acres and went to bed, they would be sharing the same one. The two of them, sleeping side by side. Doubtful they would both sleep fully clothed. Probably in their underwear or completely naked. They would be sharing the bed, their bodies pressed against each other. Maybe Pinkie would sleep with her back to Applejack, that thick butt of her pressing against the big mare's crotch, teasing it. Or maybe she would sleep facing Applejack, one leg thrown over hers, and those soft breasts and stomach rubbing against her side.

A giggle from Pinkie Pie got Applejack's attention.

"Looks like somepony is getting excited," Pinkie said, pointing at the front of the dress that was starting to bulge out.

Dag blasted thing, Applejack grumbled as she shifted her hips to hide the bulge. At least it was just in the early stages and not at full size yet. It was partially her own fault. She did let herself get distracted with fantasies of sleeping next to a naked Pinkie Pie. It seemed like the thought of sex would get the cursed shaft to start stiffening.

How the hay did Macintosh put up with this thing?

"Never mind that," she huffed out. "C'mon." She started walking. "It's getting late and I don't wanna miss supper."

With a giggle, Pinkie skipped after her. Despite more than two feet of difference in height and the distance of stride that came with it, the smaller mare was able to keep up with the larger one easily. If anything, Pinkie was actually waiting on Applejack to avoid getting to Sweet Apple Acres too far ahead.

The two of them managed to arrive just in time to join the others to eat. In doing so, Applejack could no longer hide all the changes that she had gone through (although -- thank Celestia -- one had relaxed enough to remain hidden under her dress once more). She and Pinkie sat down to eat, and she told them an abbreviated version of what happened, omitting certain facts about it since so as not to have to explain it to Apple Bloom (even if she already understood the basics of sex), or have Granny Smith go off into a tangent that none of them wanted to hear about (Applejack still shuddered at the memory of Granny's home made dildo story).

With supper finished and the dishes cleaned, Applejack led Pinkie Pie for the stairs, only to be blocked by Granny Smith.

"I may not know the specifics," Granny said, her eyes narrowed as she looked at them with razor sharp clarity, "but I dern well know what the pair o' ya are plannin'. All I'm gonna say is to keep it down. I don't want to be woken up in the middle of the night 'cause one of y'all is screamin' like a timber wolf is gnawin' on your leg. Understand me?"

"Yes, ma'am," Pinkie said, giving a salute.

"I got it," Applejack said, doing her best not to roll her eyes. In truth, the warning was kind of pointless. Not because there was no danger of getting loud -- between her earlier experience and Pinkie's natural... enthusiasm, that was a strong possibility -- but because there was no chance that they would wake up Granny. Once the old mare was out, almost nothing could wake her up. Not even when Apple Bloom used a chainsaw in her room to cut "a secret passageway" through the floor to the kitchen Speaking of, Granny had a tendency to snore something fierce. Fortunately, with the help of Rarity and Twilight, the family was able to sound-proof the old mare's room so the snoring did not keep everypony else up. And sound-proofing worked both ways. So just as they were not able to hear her, she would not hear them.

Although that still left Macintosh and Apple Bloom...

A hand suddenly grabbed Applejack's wrist, and she was yanked from her thoughts just as she was yanked off her hooves and dragged (was it being dragged if she was not touching the ground?) upstairs to her room by Pinkie Pie. The chubby little mare was able to pull her along without any problem, just moving up the steps with... however much Applejack currently weighed behind her.

Once upstairs and in the bedroom, Pinkie launched Applejack to the bed before shutting and locking the door. As she hit the bed, Applejack remembered how much bigger than it she was now. If she were to lay down with her head just below the headboard, her legs would not only be hanging off, but she would have her hooves touching the floor.

Moving to do just that, she moved to sit up, looking at Pinkie Pie.

"Sorry," Pinkie said with a laugh. "Guess I'm a little excited." She then shifted, narrowing her eyes. "So, do you want to go first, or should I?"

"First?" Applejack asked, leaning forward. "First for what?"

"To get naked, of course. Having sex with clothes on or in some place you could get caught is fun, but sometimes it's nice to just be completely naked and somewhere safe so you can take your time and enjoy yourself." Pinkie took a step forward. "So, do you want to get naked first, or do you want to sit there and watch me get naked?"

Standing back up, Applejack undid the broach and belt, letting them drop to the floor. The dress came undone, falling open before dropping to the floor as well.

"Wow," Pinkie Pie said with wide eyes as she moved closer. "I knew you were all muscly, but I had no idea." Her gaze then drifted down to between Applejack's legs, and she let out a gasp. "Woah. I bet that thing is bigger than my arm when you get all excited. It must take a lot of blood to get hard. Do you get all dizzy and light-headed when your get a boner?"

"No," Applejack answered, looking down. "Although sometimes I swear it seems like the thing..." Closing her eyes she gave a shake of her head. "Never mind that. It don't matter." She returned her attention to the other mare. "Pinkie, are you--"

"Ssshhh," Pinkie hissed out, reaching up to place her hand on Applejack's lips. "Don't worry about whatever it is. Just sit back, relax, and watch ol' Pinkie Pie strut her stuff."

Next thing she knew, Applejack was sitting on the bed, watching Pinkie Pie.

The short, pink mare turned her back to the bed and moved toward the door again. As she walked, she gave her hips an extra shake. Not the gentle, teasing sway of hips that Rarity used in her walks, especially when aware that a stallion was watching, but more of an excited, rhythmic motion like she was dancing to something only she could hear. The paint streaked cargo pants clung to her butt as she did, moving with each back and forth motion. During one particularly hard thrust of her hips, a small bit of confetti escaped from one of the many overstuffed pockets.

Spinning around on one leg, Pinkie faced Applejack long enough to let it be seen she was grabbing the front of her button up shirt. Her back to the mare again, Pinkie looked back, her eyes narrowing as she smirked. Slowly, the over-shirt slid down to reveal the shoulder of her tee. With a wink, she rolled her shoulder a few times, then slowly pulled the shirt lower before letting it drop away.

Leaning back to look at the ceiling, Applejack gave a shake of her head. She understood what Pinkie Pie was trying to do, but it was hard to take seriously. The moves were a little too exaggerated, too energetic, to be sexy. It was less like a mare who knew how to dance seductively, and more like a filly that was trying to act all grown up. Or maybe it was just the way that Applejack felt about Pinkie coloring her view.

Returning her attention to the mare, she watched as Pinkie Pie faced her and leaned forward. One finger took a hold of the shirt collar, pulling down to reveal a flash of cleavage and bra. Straightening up, Pinkie let the collar slip from her grasp and snap back into place, before sliding her hand down along her front. At the waist, she gripped the garment and started to lift it up, slowly exposing her stomach.

Pinkie Pie was a chubby mare, a fact that she was perfectly fine with. While it gave her thick thighs and big butt (bigger than Fluttershy's, but not as impressive as Zecora's), most of the extra weight was in her stomach. It was the same stomach that she was now showing off, hanging out over the waist of her pants.

The sight of that belly combined with what Pinkie had said earlier to send a thrill of arousal through Applejack. The thought of it swollen and stretched even further. A new life growing inside it. Both of them stroking it, some times even singing to it. Pinkie eating all sorts of treats, and Applejack spoiling her with them. Maybe not just one either. Applejack was supposedly hyper fertile like this, and Pinkie Pie herself was a twin. As such, there could be multiple foals as well. A pair of foals, having the impressive natural strength of the Pie rock farmers combined with the diets and work of the Apples. Filly or colt, those would be some mighty strong kids.

"Are you picturing it?" Pinkie asked as she raised her shirt higher, then placed her free hand on her stomach. "Little bitty Pinkie Pie all swollen up with a big, pregnant belly. A cute little Apple Pie baking in the oven."

The choice of words was a bit of a mood killer as Applejack burst into laughter. While it may have been an accurate description of the offspring for an Apple and a Pie, the joke was just too silly. Pinkie Pie had to be the only actual pony that would say something like that. The only other place something like that would exist was a bad romance novel... or poorly written smut.

"While I'm glad you're in a good mood," Pinkie said, now standing directly in front of Applejack without a shirt, "that wasn't the reaction I was hoping for."

"Sorry," Applejack said, still chuckling. "I love ya, Pinkie Pie, and I know you're trying to be sexy and all, but the Apple Pie line was just a bit too much for me."

As she looked up at Pinkie Pie's face, Applejack caught sight of a look she could not place. She also did not get long to see them and figure out since the look quickly disappeared behind a large smile. Pinkie then climbed onto her lap, legs spread to straddle Applejack's thighs and press the crotch of her pants against the half-erect shaft.

"Well, I know one thing you'll like that won't be silly," Pinkie said, lifting herself up so her breasts were as close to Applejack's face as she could get them. Reaching behind her, she undid the clasp of her bra, slowly letting it fall down off her shoulders. One hand held it in place, pulling away just enough to let the nipple peak out, while she moved to pull the other arm free of the straps. The bra fell away, revealing the plump breasts. Pinkie cupped one of them, lifting it up.

"Supposedly, my family is very over-productive when it comes to lactation," she said, giving the breasts a squeeze. "Not only do we produce more than any foal -- even me -- could ever need or want, but it takes months or even years to stop lactating." Her eyes narrowed. "That is... if we ever do."

Moving closer to Applejack's face, she offered a nipple.

"Just think," Pinkie purred out, "these boobs filled with milk, leaking out with the slightest squeeze or suckle. Enough that you could drink as much as you want, and still more than enough for our foals. And they would be so sensitive. Imagine it, making me moan, and whimper, and squirm with each lick, kiss, and suckle. My sweet milk filling your mouth, running across your tongue and down your throat. Do you l--"

The rest of her question was lost in a squeak as she jumped slightly. During her teasing, Applejack's shaft had resumed becoming erect. As Pinkie was leaning forward, the massive shaft twitched, smacking the smaller mare on the backside. The thick black length throbbed, pre running down the shaft and soaking the back of her cargo pants.

"Wow," Pinkie said. "Looks like you really do like that idea." Lifting her butt up, she thumped it against the shaft, watching as it bobbed back and forth with each impact. "It's like one a big, fleshy bop bag." She then did it again. Then again, and again. Each time, she gave a snicker as she watched the length wobble away from her then come back.

"Pinkie Pie, please stop bouncing my dick like that." There was a statement that Applejack would never have imagined herself saying in her entire life. Then again, pretty much a third of her life since Nightmare Moon's return had been things she never imagined doing. Things like working the farm, spending time with her friends, and sometimes visiting family or participating in a rodeo, those were all pretty normal. Saving kingdoms, trying to prevent invasions, and facing ancient evils bent on domination or destruction, those were things she never pictured herself doing. Well... not since she was a filly and kind of bored, trying to figure out what she wanted from life.

With a smile, Pinkie Pie moved to press her chubby rump against the erect shaft more. She then continued to push back, slipping off Applejack's lap and stroking along the length as she moved away. At the tip, Pinkie stopped, straddling the head with her thighs. She gave a squeeze and shifted her hips, rubbing the sensitive crown with her cotton covered thighs before pulling free. Released from Pinkie's grip, the massive shaft popped up again, a glob of pre-cum shooting from the tip to smack Applejack in the face.

Moving further away from the large earth mare, Pinkie Pie lifted her stomach and took a hold of the waist of her pants. Her fingers gripped the fly as she undid the button, making a small popping noise with her mouth. Pulling the zipper down, she spread the front of the pants wide, exposing the black panties covered in pictures of cupcakes. She then turned around as she continued to pull her pants down, exposing her fat panty covered ass and thick thighs. The cargo pants dropped to the floor, Pinkie Pie stepping out of them.

Only the panties now remaining, Pinkie looked over her shoulder, eyes narrowing as she gave a sultry smile. Her hands pressing onto her hips, she then slipped them around and down, caressing the cotton of her panties while stroking down the thick cheeks. Two fingers grabbed at the leg holes, pulling up to expose the bottom parts of the cheeks before letting go. The pink mare then stroked back up, making her way to the waist band before finally pulling them down. Slowly, teasingly, she moved them lower, exposing more and more of her bare bottom to the farm mare. Finally, they were released, falling to the floor and leaving Pinkie completely naked.

"Ta-da!" Pinkie shouted as she turned around to face Applejack, spreading her arms wide. "One naked Pinkie Pie."

After standing there and repeatedly posing to show off her chubby body, Pinkie walked toward the larger mare. As she approached, she reached out, placing one hand on the underside of the shaft and stroking up toward the head. Her smile grew wider as she stroked down, lowering her entire body until she was on her knees. Her hands continued further, stroking down until she was cupping Applejack's testicles. As she lifted one, she leaned in closer, giving them a kiss. It was then followed by another, and another, and another.

Applejack sat there, leaning back and watching best she could as the smaller mare kissed on her testicles. As the kisses continued, they seemed to send tingles of pleasure through the big mare's sac. Pushing closer to the the edge of the bed and those wonderful lips, she closed her eyes. Her hands clenched as she felt the lips moving up toward -- and then along -- the shaft. It felt so nice, so soft, so teasing. Each touch caused the length to twitch, and a whimper escaped Applejack as the medial ring was teased. It was agonizingly slow, seeming to take forever until the lips were just below the flair.

"Hey, Applejack," Pinkie called out as she pulled away. "Open your eyes. I bet you'll want to see this."

"Oh?" Applejack asked, opening her eyes.

Pinkie's head lifted a little higher as she held the shaft in her hands. Keeping a firm grip on it, she backed up, tugging it gently to point at her more instead of straight up. Her tongue slipped out to lick her lips as she pointed the tip directly at her face. Closing her eyes, she leaned forward, her lips opening wide.

The tip of the shaft disappeared into Pinkie Pie's mouth. Something no pony had managed to do throughout the day. An impressive feat, even if a little less so as this was a mare capable of swallowing a four-tiered cake whole.

Applejack, however, was in no condition to comment on the matter. As she felt the warm wetness of Pinkie's mouth around the head of her shaft, all she could do was let out a groan. The roof of the mouth, the soft cheeks, the tongue -- oh Celestia, the tongue -- it all felt so incredible. So new. Like nothing she had ever felt before.

It did not step there either. Keeping a hold on the massive horse cock, Pinkie continued to push forward. It was a slow, steady motion. More and more of the shaft disappeared, the head making its way down the pink mare's throat.

She then swallowed, her throat squeezing and stroking the length.

"Ugh... guh..." Applejack groaned out in pleasure. One of her legs twitched at the sensation. The shaft throbbed in response to the sensation, spurting pre directly into the other mare's stomach.

Just before reaching the medial ring, Pinkie Pie stopped. Her big blue eyes looked up at the larger mare as she held the length half-buried in her throat. Again she swallowed, squeezing the length she had deep inside her. Somehow, her tongue managed to slip out of her overstretched mouth, pressing against the underside as she began to pull her head back.

Applejack could only watch as the shaft slid out of the mare's mouth like some sort of perverted magic trick. The freshly revealed length glistened wetly with saliva as it slid free of the mare's mouth and throat. It kept coming and coming until only the head remained. With a chuckle, Applejack shook her head.

"That's mighty impress--ugh--"

The rest of her statement was lost as Pinkie suddenly pushed forward, taking the length all the way to the ring again. Pinkie's tongue slipped out, running against the underside of the ring with a small noise of pleasure. After pulling back slightly, she then thrust forward hard, taking the ring into her mouth and down into her throat as well. Applejack could only moan out as more than half of her cock was now being swallowed by the little pink mare.

Pulling her hands away from the shaft, Pinkie gripped Applejack's thighs, bracing herself. Her ears pulled back as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath through her nose. Pinkie continued moving forward, swallowing more and more of the length as she worked her way further and further down.

Meanwhile, Applejack sat there with her head back and eyes rolled into the back in pleasure. The feel of that throat squeezing her was incredible. Even more so when Pinkie Pie would swallow, causing her throat to squeeze down and pull the length deeper.

Something suddenly pressed against her crotch, pulling her out of her mindless state of pleasure. Looking down, Applejack found that her friend had taken the massive cock all the way to the base. Pinkie was currently looking up at Applejack, lips pressed against the stomach and a look of pride in her eyes. After swallowing again, causing Applejack to groan and the shaft to throb, Pinkie Pie finally pulled back.

Applejack groaned out as the shaft slipped free, her hips pushing forward to try and stay encompassed by the warm wetness. Despite the effort, Pinkie continued to pull away, finally letting go of the length with a wet "pop" as the tip slipped out of her mouth.

"As much fun as it would be," Pinkie panted as she moved to stand up, "I don't think my tummy and throat is where you want to put your ooey-gooey cum." She wiped her lips and hopped past Applejack, landing on the bed with an audible thump from the mattress. As she bounced up from the impact, Pinkie moved onto her elbows and knees. Lifting her tail high, she moved her hips back and forth, waving her butt in front of the larger mare.

"Come on," Pinkie called out as she continued to wiggle her backside. "Show me what you got."

"Uhm... you sure about that, sugar cube?" Applejack asked, looking at her friend's dripping wet nether lips. "I mean, you being able to swallow the whole thing was neat and all, but... that's... kind of a different thing."

"Don't worry," Pinkie replied. "Just go slow and we'll see how much I can handle." Her eyes narrowed as she smirked. "Although I bet I can take all of it." Slipping one hand between her legs, she pressed her fingers to her nether lips and spread them open. "C'mon AJ, don't you wanna find out?"

Yes. Yes she did. At the moment, Applejack wanted it more than anything. She wanted to bury herself to the hilt in the mare presenting before her. To fill the female -- the willing female -- with seed, with new foals. To listen to her cries of pleasure and feel her thrash until Applejack reached climax, pouring new life deep into the waiting and wanting depths.

"Alright," Applejack said as she moved closer. "Get ready then." Climbing onto the bed, she crawled over to where her friend was still waiting, nether lips spread wide (although not as wide as they will be). As she got closer, one hand moved to grip at the shaft, holding it to line up with the inviting depths in front of her.

"Ready, Pinkie?"

"Ready."

Bracing herself and taking a deep breath, Applejack pushed her hips forward. She watched as the head of her shaft pressed against the feminine opening. There was resistance as the thick head pressed against the narrow opening, Pinkie's flesh squishing as it was pushed forward. After adjusting herself, Applejack continued on, working to try and sink in. However, Pinkie's sex seemed just too small and resistant to the crown.

"I don't--"

Whatever Applejack was about to say was lost as Pinkie's body suddenly gave in. The lips spread wide as the soft flesh pushed outward. the head of the shaft was suddenly engulfed by the warm, wet, vaginal depths, causing both of them to moan out in pleasure.

Once the initial shock of pleasure passed, the two of them continued, with Applejack pushing forward and Pinkie Pie pushing back. Slowly, more and more of the saliva covered length sank into the well lubricated depths of the pink mare. With the initial resistance passed, the two moved toward each other with ease.

Before long, the top of the medial ring was touching the lips. A groan of pleasure escaped Applejack as she pushed forward, grinding the sensitive bulge along the opening, and getting a groan in return from her partner. She then started to pull back. The feminine walls gripped at the shaft, trying to hold it, to pull it back in. Pinkie pushed back with it, trying to keep it in as long as possible. Between the length and Pinkie's movement, Applejack could not pull back very far.

Once pulling back as much as she could, Applejack gave a hard thrust. There was a squeak from the mare below her as she sank back in to the ring, pushing Pinkie forward. Giving a push, she rocked against the mare before pulling back again. She then gave another thrust, not as hard, but quicker. The ring pressed against the lips more before pulling back, and then thrusting in again.

With each forward thrust, the lips gave way a little more, letting more of the ring sink into Pinkie Pie. It also brought a squeak of pleasure from the penetrated mare, pushing back against the motion.

Finally, the medial ring sank in with a pop, causing Pinkie Pie to scream out as she reached orgasm. Her walls clamped down tight on the shaft, squeezing the length and stroking it as tried to pull it deeper, to milk it of the fertile fluid waiting for release.

Closing her eyes and baring her teeth, Applejack held still. Her thighs flexed as her hips tried to push forward, sink more into the wanting and sucking depths. But she was able to resist, holding herself still while the other mare continued to climax around her.

"Okay," Pinkie panted out, "you can keep going now."

Not saying anything, Applejack adjusted her grip and pushed forward. Slowly, she worked her way deeper an deeper, enjoying the feel of the warm flesh engulfing her, and waiting to reach the limits of the mare's vaginal depths. More and more of the thick length slipped into Pinkie, until Applejack's hips were suddenly pressing against the chubby rump, the shaft buried all the way to the base.

As she felt the first touch of those soft cheeks against her rock hard abs, Applejack could not believe it. Her entire length was buried in the other mare. Leaning up, she placed a hand on Pinkie's back and stroked up along it, trying to figure out how far it would go. As near as she could figure out, the head would have to be somewhere in the chest. Not only should she have reached the cervix, but should have been touching the smaller mare's heart by now.

"Pinkie? You okay?"

"Yeah," Pinkie answered, turning to look over her shoulder at Applejack. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well it's just... uh..." Applejack shifted, pulling her shaft back slightly and pushing forward again.

This got a giggle from the pink party mare.

"What?" Pinkie asked as she pulled forward. "You've seen how stretchy I can be. Did you think it only worked one way?"

"I've never really thought about it," answered Applejack. Although it would be more accurate to say that she tried not to think about it. While it did not driver her as insane as Twilight, trying to understand how Pinkie Pie was even capable of half of what she did gave Applejack a massive headache. This time, however, she did not really mind. Having her entire cock, from tip to based, engulfed in the warm wetness of a mare felt absolutely wonderful.

"Well, if you're sure then."

Getting a nod from Pinkie, Applejack started to pull back and push forward. Slowly at first, and just barely. It was enough to let her thrust forward again, sinking back in and pressing against the plush rump once again.

"You can be a little rougher than that," Pinkie said, moving her hips to shift around the thick cock inside her. Her walls then clenched down, squeezing hard on the length.

The action got a grunt from Applejack, but also got the reaction that Pinkie wanted. Applejack pulled back hard, her length sliding out until the ring threatened to slip free. She then gave a fast and hard thrust, sinking her way back in. The impact created an audible slap as hard hips and abs against plump, fleshy rump. It also pushed Pinkie forward and elicited a squeak from the stuffed mare. Taking this as encouragement, Applejack started to pick up her pace.

Moving, Applejack pressed her body against Pinkie's, pinning the smaller mare down. The larger form covered the other completely, chest pressing against the top of the head. Holding Pinkie in place with her size and weight, Applejack started to pump her hips as fast as she could. A quick, short yank back, then a hard thrust forward. Each pump would get an audible slap as hard muscle struck soft, fatty, flesh. Each thrust also elicited a grunt of pleasure from Pinkie Pie, her hips trying to push back to meet the rapid pumping.

It all felt so wonderful the larger mare. She had a soft, sexy, feminine body beneath her. Moans of pleasure filled her ears with each movement of her hips. Best of all, she got to experience what it was like to have her entire erect penis buried inside a mare. It felt absolutely wonderful. The best experience she had the entire day. Just knowing that pushed her closer to the edge.

Pinkie Pie shifted under her, changing the angle and sending a new thrill through the larger mare. One hand reached down, pressing against Pinkie's stomach, and Applejack could swear that she felt it against the underside of her shaft. The other hand moved further, taking a hold of the massive sac, and stroking gently.

"Applejack," Pinkie moaned out. "I'm so close."

An idea came to Applejack. Something that should have been obvious, especially with her being a mare herself. Reaching down with one of her own hands, she slipped it between Pinkie's arm and stomach. Finding the hood, she slipped a finger tip under it, and stroked the sensitive nub. The touch was enough to send Pinkie Pie over the edge. She let out a scream as she pushed back hard, trying to take Applejack even further into her depths. The walls clamped down hard, squeezing the massive shaft like a vice, and pumping it for everything it was worth.

That sent Applejack off into her own orgasm. Give one last push, she buried herself as deeply as she could. The length swelled and throb, sac pulling tight against her body. Massive shots of the thick fluid pulsed through the shaft, firing from the tip and pouring deep into Pinkie Pie.

It was the longest orgasm that Applejack had experienced today. It seemed to go on for an eternity. Throb after throb. Pulse after pulse. Some small part of her that was not lost to orgasmic bliss -- remembering Zecora and the cauldron -- wondered just how much she was releasing. Also... where was it going?

Some time during the climax, the two of them rolled onto their sides. As her orgasm came to an end, Applejack pulled out of Pinkie Pie, a wet slurping sound coming from their sexes as they separated. Laying on her back, Applejack was able to glance to the other mare and notice that her stomach was massive. It must have been nearly as tall as Pinkie Pie herself.

That's one big belly, Applejack thought before falling asleep.