Apples in the Oven

Jets of steam escaped from the pot as a low, steady flame continued to pump heat into the metal. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of Anon’s flustered head as his eyes consistently darted over to the stovetop, avoiding the gaze of the pony across the table.

“Glad ya could join me fer luncheon.” Applejack chatted, her two hooves propped up on the table, supporting the weight of her weary head.

“Kill yourself.” Anon scoffed as his focus shifted towards AJ’s shit-eating grin. “I came here to be alone, and you followed me in.” He shifted his position in the chair, the creaking giving away the position of a loose floorboard below. Applejack merely chuckled to herself and stood up out of the seat, making her way over to the nearby counter, picking up a wooden spoon with her dexterous mouth and stirring the contents of the pot with it. “What’s in that pot?” Anon sarcastically asked. “Oh wait lemme guess, fucking apples.” This only elicited another chuckle from AJ.

“Uhhuh.” She managed to confirm while still stirring the fruit, keeping the apples from burning over. Setting down the spoon, she picked up a small ladle and scooped a small portion of the apple mixture into it. She carefully tottered over to Anon and leaned in closer, inviting him to taste it.

“Puh!” Anon sputtered as he backhanded the ladle away from his face, out of her mouth, and onto the floor, sending bits of apple fruit and juice flying in all directions. “I can feed myself just fine, thank you very much.” He crossed his arms in stubbornness and looked away as Applejack turned around, shocked. She picked up the fallen ladle and dropped it in the sink, then extinguished the flame on the stove. She turned to face Anon, who stared back, catching her hurt expression.

“Ya could’ve just said no.” She gloomily annunciated, seeing no remorse in Anon’s eyes. “Guess ah will go over to Twi’s after all.”

“What was that last part?” Anon asked, hearing AJ’s voice lower as if she were talking to herself.

“Nothin’ a varmint like yerself would care about!” AJ snapped as she left the room, making no effort to hide her scheming eyes. Anon only shrugged before getting up and walking over to the pot, still radiating a blistering heat. The gentle stream of smell coming from the pot caught his nose; it smelled heavily of apples, with the slightest undertone of cinnamon and a third ingredient that he couldn’t identify. The scent did not matter however, Anon was feeling peckish, and he wasn’t going to simply pass up a meal. He timidly grabbed the wooden spoon that Applejack had used, feeling a small amount of her saliva cooling his palm, and scooped out a small portion of the mixture. He blew on it harshly twice to make it bearable, then lifted it into his mouth. It was…quite good, surprisingly. While apples got old quick, AJ always seemed to know how to make them differently, adding some variety to the otherwise monotonous food. “Not bad, not bad at all.”

“Eeyup.” A very deep voice agreed, causing Anon to turn around and spot Applejack’s very large and red brother, Big Mac. He looked no different from AJ, in that they were both quite rugged and dirty from all the farm work they had been doing. Big Mac seemed to be favoring hick neck as he stood, most likely from pulling the plow across acres of soil to prepare for the planting of some sort of summer greens. Anon noticed that he was eying the pot of cooked apples.

“Oh, now you want some too then?” Anon asked, either out of courtesy or to save Big Mac the effort of asking.

“Eeyup.” Big Mac answered as he nudged one of the cabinets open to pull out a bowl.

“Applejack did a pretty good job cooking this.” Anon idly said as he grabbed a bowl as well. At this, Big Mac paused his stride towards the pot.

“Uh…nope.” He plainly said as he reversed direction towards a barrel of hay, and scooped the yellow fodder into the bowl rather than the apples.

“What, don’t want it anymore?” Anon asked, confused as Big Mac began to eat the dry food instead.

“Heh, nope.” Big Mac uttered a small laugh before answering.

“C’mon, your sister’s cooking isn’t all that bad.” Anon stated, seeing Big Mac roll his eyes as his only form of response. He put down the bowl he had grabbed, and instead took the entire pot over to the table, taking care to hold it firmly by the handles. The two ate at the table together, not saying much of anything. Big Mac was the first to finish; he dropped the bowl in the sink alongside the ladle and leisurely made his way out of the house. As he walked, Anon couldn’t help stare at Big Mac’s toned rear, his daffodil-colored tail swishing in sync with his- “What the fuck!” Anon slapped himself twice, trying to get the big red plot out of his mind. His head felt tipsy, yet he didn’t remember having any alcohol. “God, I-I need to sleep this off.” He stated to himself as he began to start feeling slightly lightheaded. His muscles still ached from being pinned and buried, so a nap would help in their revitalization. He clumsily made his way up the stairway, and barged into the first room he could reach. Immediately he spotted a bed to his right, completely covered in cute-looking plushies, and fell onto it, his head narrowly missing the tuscan blue frame. It wasn’t long before he lulled himself into a dreamless sleep.

“Ah like what yer thinkin’ sugarcube, doin’ it on Sweetie’s bed.” A seductively-hushed whisper shook Anon awake, and he spotted Applejack lying on top of him again. This time, however, he had neither the strength nor the mental fortitude to resist her advances. “Glad you ate mah apples, I just wish you wouldn’t have hit mah ladle away. You really hurt me there, ya know.” At this, Anon felt somewhat guilty; he opened his mouth to speak, but Applejack quickly covered it with her hoof.

“Ooooghmf!” Anon’s muffled response escaped only in gibberish. Applejack leaned in close to his left ear.

“I’d reckon ya need a bit more…disciplinin’…” She whispered closely, before giving Anon’s earlobe a very gentle nip, causing him to take an indrawn breath. Anon’s mind began to fill with insatiable lust, furthered by Applejack’s elegant caressing. She suddenly brought her mouth down onto his in a kiss, breaking after what seemed like forever, leaving behind only a thin line of intertwined saliva that continued to stretch for several feet. “What say we get started now, hun’?” She asked as she began to climb forwards, past Anon’s face, revealing a new surprise. “Like whatcha see? Ah got Twi ta help out with it.” She began to giggle. ”Tested it mahself, works like a charm!”

“What the fuuuaaaaahhhh…” Anon sputtered out as he lifted his head to observe the entirety of Applejack’s newly-acquired horse cock, which was already rock-solid and leaking out precum onto his chin. She quickly drops her hips, making the shaft slap firmly against Anon’s face with a *thwack*, and begins to thrust forward. Anon’s rigid facial features massage the underside of the cock, making it drip increasingly larger amounts of precum onto his forehead. AJ rears up, bringing the head of the cock very closely to his mouth.

“Now, what’d ya say about wantin’ ta eat a cock?” Applejack ironically-asked as she thrusted her hips forward, pushing past Anon’s tight lips and into his warm, moist mouth. He felt Applejack’s cock sandwiched between his palate and tongue; every movement he made sent sensations up the cock and into Applejack’s twitching body. She continued to push further, towards the back of his mouth; Anon began to gag. “Shhhshshsh…” Applejack reassured. “The gag reflex is all in yer head, just stay calm an’ relax…” She propped her body weight up on her front hooves, allowing her rear legs to kick back onto Anon’s own cock and rhythmically fondle them. Slowly, Anon’s moans and convulsions dissipated. He was beginning to enjoy his situation, and he hated himself with a vengeance for it. Applejack’s breaths grew sorter and more strained, the new sensations still proving foreign for her. Her thrusting pauses for a moment, before picking up speed with twice the ferocity. “AAAAHAHHH!” Applejack lets out a cry of pain and pleasure as she reaches her apex.

“HUURRK!” Anon manages to get one last breath in before Applejack suddenly orgasms, sending waves of fresh semen into Anon’s throat, his muscles either too strained or too relaxed to keep from swallowing the white matter. The semen feels like hot maple syrup as it gushes down the esophagus in waves, each one bigger in size and power than the last. The taste is indescribably succulent, completely unlike anything Anon has ever experienced before. Applejack’s moaning reverberates throughout the room, overloading Anon’s senses as he too blows his load, albeit into his pants rather than his mouth. The semen leaks through the fabric, creating a large dark stain near Anon’s crotch. Applejack’s wildly failing legs take notice of the wetness, and massage the area as she recovers from her blissful high, spreading his semen to the bottom of her hind hooves.

“Whew, now that’s *Gasp* what ah call a *Huff* rodeo!” AJ managed to gasp out in between heavy, steaming breaths, expelling a visible mist whenever air escaped from her mouth. She rolled to her right, off of the bed, her penis still dripping cum as it slid out of Anon, who took a very deep breath after the blockage was removed. He turned his head to see Applejack sauntering out of the room. “Ah’d better take a breather an’ *Yawn* cleanup afterward. Hope that silly filly won’t mind…” She trailed off as her voice grew progressively quieter with the increased distance between the two. Anon remained in the bed, far too tired to move. He turned onto his side, his hands brushing against something small, akin to a stuffed animal. Reflexively embracing the object, he doesn’t realize its identity until it revealed it for him.

“You were so amazin’ there!” Apple Bloom praised as she embraced Anon in return. “Ya took mah sis like it were nothin’! And lookit all this semen on ya, you’ll get dirty if it ain’t washed off soon!” She crawled out of Anon’s hands and onto his face, eagerly licking her sister’s cum off Anon’s lubricated face. Apple Bloom’s tongue felt closer to a gummy bear than anything else on Anon’s flustered body. It wasn’t long before she found the hidden cache of Anon’s own cum. With a squeal of delight, she squeezed a small portion of her body into his pants, instantly becoming heavily covered in the stuff. “Wow, it’s a right goldmine in here!” Apple Bloom cheerfully announced, her voice muffled through the pants fabric. Had Anon been in control of his wits, he would’ve thrown Apple Bloom across the room the minute he found out she was hiding in the bed the whole time, but his drug-infused head only allowed him to acknowledge her presence, and little else, leaving him to reveal in the confusing sensations he had just experienced, as well as the sensations he was experiencing at the current moment.

“Mmmnng *Mumble* n-night…” Anon began to doze off into his euphoric state, as Apple Bloom continued to eat her fill before snuggling back up in Anon’s warm embrace with a smile on her face, not quite knowing, or caring, about the copious amounts of semen now strewn about everywhere on them and her bed.