Applejack doffed her hat nervously, and held it to her chest. It was a nervous habit, and an old one. Something about keeping the hooves busy helped to soothe mind. Or, it usually did.

It wasn’t as if this were a big deal or anything. Ponies had needs. All of them. Even her. And sometimes, occasionally, they needed help with those needs. Twilight had told her that once. Well, she’d told her something similar but it was close enough for the situation at hoof.

But it wasn’t as if this were something hard to do, she told herself firmly. That was another coping mechanism she had, much like the hat-fidgeting. If she could convince herself beforehoof that the task ahead was simple or easy, then it would be simple or easy. Mind over matter--another Twilight lesson, one she’d known before but never had quite so aphoristic a name for until later. And it wasn’t like it was difficult. Just…

Awkward.

“Hello, Applejack.”

She managed something approximating a smile. “Uh, afternoon, your highness. Uh, your grace. Ain’t really… sure which is which.”

“Just Celestia is fine. Especially right now.”

Celestia, She who Rode the Sun, possessor of the Principality in its splendor, had gotten herself a tent. It was, as far as a humble farmgirl was concerned, a nice tent. Big, airy. Colorful.

Applejack licked her lips, only realizing a second later that it would be misconstrued. Not that she wasn’t interested. She was.

“Celestia, then.” Her smile was a little more genuine this time.

Celestia’s eyes didn’t bore into her so much as they saw through her. Applejack wasn’t blind. She saw the need in those eyes, restrained a bit for propriety’s sake. No, not propriety--something closer to courtesy. She was sizing Applejack up.

She wondered, suddenly, what was in Celestia’s mind. Did she catch any of the nervous energy? Did she read into her hat-bothering and her shifting glance? What did Applejack’s suddenly wandering eyes say about her, when she couldn’t meet the royal gaze but she could certainly see the rest of her princess’ form.

Flushed, Applejack sighed. “Sorry, I’m a bit…”

“Apprehensive? I can tell.”

“Figured you could. I mean, it ain’t like I’m a greenhorn, even if I ain’t rolled in the hay with fillies as much. I mean, not that there’s anythin’ wrong with a bit of foolin’ around with a gal. I just ain’t done it as much.”

“I’m sure you’ll do fine,” Celestia said. Then she licked her lips, and Applejack felt a little warmer. “I can teach you things, I’m sure. Come here.”

Applejack obeyed, crossing the gap between them. She stopped, looking down at her hat. Before she could look up to ask where she could set it down, she heard a light, breathy chuckle as it was lifted gently away and set to the side.

Celestia was beautiful. Massive, like a great statue in some fancy city square, but alive and smiling and… And that was when she smelt the need on her. That tell-tale scent, not overpowering but present. It was sweet, almost sickly sweet, and it drew her eyes down towards her princess’ nethers.

Celestia saw--she had a feeling, sometimes, that Celestia saw everything when she was with you--and she laid back on the bed and presented herself with a smile so salacious that Applejack thought her cheeks might catch fire.

Even this was beautiful. Her legs were toned, long, filled with strength. Her flanks were like sculpture: perfect. Her sex was inviting, outer lips just slightly swollen with her heat, starting to dampen with anticipation, and when Celestia winked at her…

Applejack fought down the urge to step forward and taste it. She wanted to. She wanted to worship, and that was the only word for it. Just lean in and taste her sweet, wet pussy. Get lost in it.

But first…

“I, um, they told me that you were willing to take… requests? Is that even the right way to say it? Aw hell, makes it sound stupid that way.”

“Not at all. I said it myself, remember?”

“Ah, yeah.”

“What is your request, Applejack? I can do many things for you. Think of it as heartfelt thanks for your… assistance.” There was that smile again.

“I, well. It’s a magic thing.”

“I am skilled with magic.”

“And it’s a bit out of the ordinary, I figure.”

“You can tell me. I’m sure I’ll enjoy it as much as you will.” She chuckled. The smell of her arousal was a little stronger now.

“I’m fixin’ to. Well, I always wondered what it would be like bein’ a stallion,” she blurted out in a rush. “You know, havin’ a… a thing. A cock an’ all that. Not that I wanna be a stallion, mind ya, just that I’m sorta curious.”

“And you’d like to see what it’s like? That’s intriguing.”

“Yeah, that’s a word for it, reckon. I don’t suppose that’s doable.”

Celestia hummed. “It might be, yes. Perhaps if you helped jog my memory, I might could accommodate you.”

“I, uh--”

Celestia was on her back, her flank right at the edge of the bed. Now totally exposed, Celestia reached a hoof down and lightly rubbed her own sex. She groaned, and Applejack stared hungrily as she did. “A favor for a favor, Applejack? That’s a good honest trade… Oh… Isn’t it?”

“Y-yes’m!”

Applejack licked her lips and enthusiastically put her head between her liege’s legs, her nose resting on Celestia’s soft coat, her mouth right against her, and she lapped. The first taste was a sweet, sharp thing. Acidic, but intoxicating.

Celestia groaned, as if she were letting a heavy burden slide off. Applejack, face first in the royal muff, felt powerful hindlegs hold her head firmly in place. She nibbled on the lips, teasing, only to feel Celestia’s legs tighten.

“None… none of that now,” she panted. “How… how do they say it now? ‘Eat me out’? Please.”

She obeyed. Her tongue buried itself deep in Celestia’s folds, running over her aching entrance, tasting until it was numb. Applejack could hear Celestia’s heartbeat in her ear through her tight legs. She listened to it spike as she moved blindly upwards, looking for her little nub she knew would be there, and when she found it Celestia moaned shamelessly.

Applejack was wet. It was shameless and obvious and suddenly she didn’t care about any of that embarrassment. She only cared about the squirming, moaning mare in the bed and the feel of her forehoof snaking down back across her belly to touch herself.

But Celestia saw even in the height of passion. Applejack felt a light, strange, tingling feeling against her own lips and she groaned in shock. She stopped licking as the touch expanded, enveloping and probing until it slipped in. She whinnied, almost cried out as she felt the presence enter her and fill her.

“Oh f-fuck!” She clenched around it, squeezed her eyes shut, pushed against whatever it was instinctively.

Somewhere above her, Celestia chuckled. “I told you that I was skilled with magic. But I could use--”

She didn’t finish. Applejack latched on to her clit and sucked greedily, lost in the feeling of the magic filling her. It began to vibrate, and her legs shook.

Celestia’s forehooves were in her mane. The feeling of them tugging at her still braided hair drove her even further. She nibbled and bit Celestia’s inner thighs, suckled and lapped at her clit, groaning.

When Celestia came, it was sudden. Applejack was crushed in her grasp for a moment as Celestia writhed in pleasure, and just as she was about to beg off, Celestia released her. She fell back, chest heaving.

Celestia panted, trying to gather her wits as Applejack stared at her, mouth gaping. It had been too long.

“Why the hell weren’t I always chasin’ mares?” she said, breathless.

Celestia laughed weakly. “There are… some nice things about them, yes. Are you ready?”

“Hell yes.”

“Good. Stand with your legs apart, Applejack.”

She did, waiting for some change, but none came. Celestia simply arrayed herself comfortably on her side with a smile and a flushed face still full of arousal.

“Any preferences?” she asked.

“I wouldn’t know. Jus’ somethin’ normal like, I guess?”

“As big as your brother?”

Applejack winced. “Now, that’s a bit…”

“It was a joke, dear Applejack, nothing more. I’m sorry for it. Normal it is. This will feel odd. Are you ready?”

She nodded.

It felt more than a little odd. It felt amazing. The magic was on her pussy again, stroking it. She bit her lip, only letting out a little groan as Celestia spread her folds and ran questing tendrils along her thighs. Magic laced through her hair, undoing the disheveled braid, or what was left of it. Her whole lower half felt almost numb, and she tried to look at herself.

“Ah, ah, patience.”

“Feels… odd.”

“Means it’s working. Almost done.”

“Y-you… oh, that’s right strange! You done this before?”

Celestia’s grin was wicked. “Oh, you wouldn’t believe what I’ve done over the years.”

Feeling returned… and she noticed the difference immediately. It was something extra. Something a little heavy, about where her pert, small teats usually were. Not right on, just in the neighborhood. Standing the same way felt uncomfortable, and as soon as she stood normally she pulled her legs back out.

“There you are,” Celestia said. “Care to admire my work?”

Feeling foolish, Applejack looked down between her legs and saw it. Not erect, but it was there, balls and a sheath. She looked back up with a stupid grin.

“I’ll be damned. Feels mighty weird, to be honest.”

“It’s about to feel a lot better. Climb up here with me and I’ll show you.”

Still grinning, Applejack mounted the bed and then found herself flat on her back. She tried, more by reflex than any real desire, to cover herself for a moment, but Celestia peeled her legs back.

Her horniness hadn’t left with the change. She watched with fascination as her cock peeked out from the sheath, and before she could say a word, Celestia was nibbling on her lower stomach.

She gasped, mind fumbling for a moment until she felt soft, warm lips press themselves to the new appendage and kiss ever so softly.

It spasmed, no other way to describe it. Applejack bit her lip again, trying not to groan because she didn’t want to miss a single moment of watching. Celestia watched her, lips hovering over her new cock, and then she went to work. She kissed and licked, encouraging the new member until it was hard.

She was big. Really big. Just looking at herself like this tugged at her need again. She wanted to be rutted. No, she wanted to rut--she wanted to mount something and see what it was like.

The princess licked up the length and then took a shivering Applejack into her mouth as far as she could--all the way, hilting the cock in her muzzle. Applejack did groan then, her head lolling back as she felt a warm, strong tongue on her. It was a different sensation, an alien one, but it was intoxicating. She wanted to push, to thrust upwards, but Celestia was holding her down now, pinning her to the makeshift bed.

Celestia bobbed up and down, teasing and working her cock and keeping Applejack wordless and ecstatic. Gods above she loved this. She could get used to this!

“Oh, g-goddesses, that’s good!” she cried, and whined as soon as she felt Celestia’s mouth slide off with an audible pop. “W-wait, I--”

Celestia was by her ear in a flash, hot breath on her cheek. “Mount me, then.”

She sprawled out on the bed, face down into it. Applejack scrambled to get behind her.

No time was wasted playing or teasing. She fumbled, lining herself up, trying to figure it all out at once, trying to make it work. Before she could continue, she felt Celestia’s magic again, grabbing her and she cried out before the princess lined her up hungrily and she thrust in.

It was bizarre, but she didn’t care. The princess was soft. She was warm. Every inch of her clenched around Applejack’s cock as she sank deeper and deeper, coaxing it forward, giving way to it. “Aw, hell, it’s…” she couldn’t even finish the statement. She hilted in the princess, bottomed out.

She stayed that way for a moment, almost dizzy with new feelings, and might have stayed there longer had Celestia not let out a frustrated groan. “Your end of the deal, Applejack. Please?”

“Y-yes’m. Right.” She swallowed, and tried to move out, only to feel every single millimeter of the way out with almost excruciating exactness. “I-it’s just a lot to get used to…”

“You’re… Oh, that’s nice… Don’t think about it. It’ll come to you.”

She was almost out again before she thrust, going as deep as she could quickly. And again. And again. She was already damp with sweat in the afternoon heat and with her own exertion and something changed. The alienness of the feeling fell away, as did her own inexperience. All that was left was raw desire.

She pushed the princess down and fucked her. She went as hard and fast as she could, as deep as she could and keep up the pace. Celestia was slick, and with each thrust it was easier. Her hooves pressed on Celestia’s back, digging her into the bedding.

Applejack was panting, mouth hanging open, damp hair matted to her face and neck. “I’m… I’m close already… I can feel it.”

Celestia moaned something into the bed, but she couldn’t make it out. It didn’t matter anyway. She felt a pressure building along her new length she didn’t know but understood somehow, and when she came her legs shook as she cried out wordlessly. She pushed, ruled by blind instinct, filling Celestia.

Applejack, dazed, tried to pull out, only to give little whines as her sensitivity made itself known. She fell back, panting, staring at Celestia’s high exposed pussy, her own seed slowly leaking from it.

“That… that was somethin’ else…” she managed. “Didn’t last long at all.”

Celestia lifted her face from the bed and looked around to grin at her.

“It was your first time. We’ll see how long you last the second.”

“The second? I--”

But Celestia was already on her again.

And Applejack didn’t mind at all.

Author's Note

This chapter was written by Cynewulf!