Author's Note

This chapter contains egg-laying, so if that isn't your cup of tea, you've been warned.

Bun in the Oven

“C’mon now sugarcube, put yer back inta it!” Applejack ordered as she finished up digging a third hole with her quite muddy hooves; Anon struggled to walk while holding the three wooden poles hefted over his right shoulder. His knees buckled for a moment before sprinting up and flinging the heavy mass onto the matching pile, sending splinters of wood and sawdust flying about like a cloud. Anon’s newly-freed hand went to his forehead to wipe the beads of sweat that were already starting to form as Applejack nudged the poles over the top of her head and onto her back, where she lifted herself higher to prop the poles into their corresponding holes.
“Jeez…” Anon sputtered, out of breath. “How much bigger does this fence have to be?” Anon held his hands up to his head as Applejack rolled her eyes while compressing the dirt holding the pole in place.

“Few more an’ we’re done.” Applejack answered, standing up and wiping off some of the mud caked in her underhoof. “Be a lot harder if ya weren’t helpin’.” She flicked her head, swishing her hair back to normal, while flashing a small smile at Anon; he turned away to hide a slight blush.

“It’s the least I could do after, uh…” He turned back to Applejack, who made a ‘go on’ motion with her hoof. “…smacking that ladle out of your mouth…” She motioned again. “…after you offered me a taste.” She trotted up to Anon and briefly stood up on her hind legs to give him a quick peck on the cheek, making him tense up fiercely.

“It’s all an’ right.” Applejack told him, holding in a giggle. “Now go on, we ain’t got all day.” She directed Anon back to the rest of the wooden poles as she finished up her digging. By the time Anon had carried the poles to where they were supposed to be put in, Applejack was already running towards the farmhouse. “Could ya finish up fer me sugarcube?” She yelled in the distance, her voice echoing throughout the surrounding fields. Anon stared at AJ’s rapidly-shrinking figure with a blank expression.

“Aaaahg…” Anon let out a deep sigh as he picked up a trowel, which Applejack hadn’t bothered to make use of for some reason, most likely so she could converse with him while working. He continued working completely undisturbed for several minutes, until he was satisfied with the poles’s stability. His body ached even more than after one of Applejack’s ‘sessions’; he wasn’t used to such rigorous manual labor. Tenderly massaging his neck, he wandered back into the farmhouse, instantly comforted by the shade it provided. He was collapsed on the couch for a lull, arms outstretched, when he heard faint rustling upstairs. He focused on the sound and picked up some muffled giggling. Curious, he stumbled his way up to investigate.

“Hiya ‘nonny, up fer a lil’…bun in the oven?” Applejack was leaning against the doorframe of Apple Bloom’s bedroom, trying her darndest at making her bedroom eyes appealing as she fluttered her eyelashes.

“Yeah, uh, no. I’m actually real tired since you ditched me back th-“ His sentence was cut short as AJ’s leg pushed a golden-red mug of cider into view, the copious amounts of foam near the top signaling its alcoholic content. “On second thought, I think I can play a round or two of, what’d you say? Oven buns?

“C’mon now,” Applejack tempted as she drew Anon in closer, pushing the mug over to him. He picked it up and eagerly sniffed it as he walked into the room, basking in the aroma of spices. Thirstily, he downed the contents without hesitation—the cold liquid revitalizing his parched throat. Anon felt shivers, as it had been some time since he enjoyed a quality brew.

“Right, so what’s that thing you were talking abo-“

“Another?” Applejack asked as she gingerly took Anon’s now-empty mug and refilled it from a nearby barrel, slowly swishing its contents.

“Um, sure I-uh…” Anon accepted the second drink and sat down on the floor next to AJ, supporting his sprawled out body with one arm so he could hold the brew in the other. Drinking it quite quickly, he began to feel the onset of drunkenness.

“An’ a third?” Anon was starting to get suspicious of what Applejack was up to, but even he couldn’t argue against free drinks, even if he did feel obligated to make it up to her. The process continued for some time; after about a dozen or so more rounds, he had stopped counting after five, intoxication crept in violently.

“Ahgghh, at’s a stuffs, ‘ve got them waam fuzzies na” Anon unintelligently spat out as he sauntered across the room, tripping over pretty much everything. “Ah love ya Applejacks, u’ve always been mah favoreet cereal…” He began to lose his balance, so Applejack slowly lowered him down into the hardwood floor, watching his eyes lazily narrow. It wasn’t long before he blacked out from his drunken splendor, his world completely dissolving in a dance of color, sound, and sensations.

“Up ‘n’ at em Honeybun!” Applejack roused, shaking Anon out of his alcohol-induced slumber. He opened his eyes, instantly noticing a strange bitter taste in his mouth. Judging by the lack of a hangover, it was something to suppress the alcohol. He began to stand up, but clumsily fell down due to a shift in balance. He peered down to see that his abdomen was bloated quite fiercely.

“AJ. What. The fuck.” He said, rapidly regaining his wits and recalling his last conscious moments. She only responded with a giggle, irking Anon further. “No, like seriously what the fuck! Is there something in me!? Like how the fuck am I not dead!?” He was beginning to panic, and made a split-second decision to charge to AJ, who easily sidestepped the attack. Anon’s extra weight made him lose his balance again and tumble onto the floor.

“Oh hush now,” Applejack reassured as she neared Anon’s prone body. “Told ya we’re playin’ bun in the oven, it’s just a lil’ egg.”

“LITTLE egg!?” Anon exclaimed with widened eyes, taking his fist and slamming it into the mass, only receiving a wave of pain in the process.

“Woah now, easy there. Ya can’t just smash it, ya gotta *Giggle* lay it.” Applejack couldn’t hold it in anymore and busted out laughing, trying to continue. “An’ *Chuckle an’ ya can only lay it if ya…well…” Applejack blushed as she flaunted her plot, making sure Anon caught a glimpse of her awaiting cunt.

“I-uh…WHAT!?” Anon yelled in disbelief.

“Twi was very particular in explainin’ how the spell would work *Giggle*. Om only followin’ her instructions.” It was evident that much more laughter was being held in. She hunkered down the upper portion of her body, leaving her rump outright. “Well don’t jus’ stare, ya want that egg outta ya, ain’t ya?” Anon opened with mouth to respond, but slowly closed it in defeat, this was his punishment for allowing himself to pass out in front of AJ. He stripped off his clothing one by one, having trouble reaching around his extended belly. He stands behind Applejack, stark naked, blushing from the embarrassment of the situation. He seems visibly confused as his hands grope around, trying to find a holding position. “Everythin’ alright back there?”

“Uh, well…I’ve never actually…” Anon trailed off, causing Applejack to roll her eyes.

“Ya can’t just jump right ina it. Ya gotta…play aroun’ first.” Her face reddened to match Anon’s blush as she guided Anon’s hand onto her left asscheek and made it began to stroke up and down. “Why doncha start with that?” She suggested.

“Um, alright…” Anon began doing the motions on his own. His movements were very hesitant and shaky at first, but smoothed out and became much more skillful after some time. He decided to mix things up and grasped the inner skin of Applejack’s thighs, circling with his fingers while squeezing with his palms.

“Nnngh…” Applejack bit her lip, not expecting Anon to go there. Years of applebucking, while it strengthened her muscles, also gave her very sensitive pressure points in unorthodox parts of her physique. Anon took advantage of this, to the point where applejack was struggling to stand. Her pussy lips rapidly became moist, and soon started to drip. Anon squatted down to position his penis directly under the waterfall, lubricating his own member with Applejack’s juices. Applejack’s knees could not withstand the pleasure, and she collapsed onto the ground, making Anon lose his grip. He chose to gently pinch her hoof instead, caressing the small valley at the bottom; Applejack convulsed at the sudden jolts of pleasure at the hands of Anon’s fingertips. Not being able to handle any more stimulation, she playfully rolled onto her back, forelegs curled, and hind legs spread, inviting Anon to delve right into her marehood. Anon’s stiff member grew rock-hard as Applejack played with the outer lips, trying to contain herself.

“Okay, whew, here we go…” Anon hesitantly prodded the opening with his tip, and an agreeing look from Applejack gave him the resolve to thrust forward. A euphoric feeling unlike anything he had felt before washed over him as his virginity dispersed in an almost tangible fashion.

“Go on now, don’t be shy, y’hear?” Applejack whispered, thrusting her hips forward as much as she could, burying Anon’s penis completely. He pulled back slightly, reeling from the surprising feelings, but plunged right back, eager for more. Thrust after thrust massaged Anon’s shaft with Applejack’s inner workings, her vagina compared to nothing else, as the budge in his abdomen sloshed with the gyrations. He leaned in, still thrusting, to give Applejack a sloppy but passionate smooch. She squeezed him closer to her breast bone, as she too thrusted her own hips.

“AH, f-fuuuck…” Anon wheezed out as he reached the summit. Applejack sensed this and squeezed Anon’s chest with all her might, pulling Anon’s legs upwards into the air. “O-oooOOOFFFFFFF!” Anon’s body flinched against gravity as Applejack’s ovaries were drowned in his sperm. She too shouted in ecstasy as the glopping sound reverberated throughout the room, even when muffled by her body. “OH GOOOD!” Anon rolled out of Applejack’s embrace, his cock flinging cum onto her face as it sprung out. Anon lay sprawled on the floor, still squirting generous amounts of semen, as the egg inside him rumbled.

“Ready sugarcube?” Applejack managed to say within her own pleasure. She crawled over to Anon and helped him sit upwards. She pushed his legs apart as she rubbed his belly with her now cum-stained hoof. The egg began to visibly move through Anon’s anal canal, sending unexpected but well-received sensations to Anon’s brain. Though he hated himself yet again for liking the pleasure, he continued to moan in ecstasy as the egg slowly pushed apart his pooper, stretching it to the point of gaping, at least a foot wide by now. What would have been pain was transformed into pleasure as Anon struggled with all his will, pushed onward by Applejack’s touching.

“GOD FUCKING KILL YOURSELF CHEAP SHIIIIIIIT!” Anon’s absentmindedly yelled, his brain utterly scrambled by all the emotions and sensations as the egg completely cleared his body, dropping to the floor with a thunk. Anon’s asshole closed up, but not completely, as he recovered from his ordeal.

“Oh, ya did such a good job now!” Applejack praised as Anon began to get up, regaining his balance. “Wanna see what’s in here?” She giggled, still quite tired from the intercourse. The egg, as if on cue, began to crack at the edges. Anon picked up the egg in wonder, genuinely curious as to what was inside it. With a spray of eggshells, the egg broke itself open, a white figure flinging itself out of the confined space and onto Anon’s face, covering him with a strange substance. Panicking, Anon began wiping off as much of the white stuff as he could, revealing Apple Bloom’s face right on top of him.

“Hiya daddy!” She exclaimed, taking in Anon’s blank expression; he literally was speechless as she began to clean herself off with her tongue. “Sorry ‘bout the white stuff, there warn’t much ta do in there, so…” She trailed off, continuing to hungrily clean off the masturbatory fluid. Applejack proudly walked up and drew Apple Bloom in with her hoof.

“When I saw Apple Bloom all sweet ‘n’ cuddled up next to ya, I figured she’d be a-okay with what ah had in mind.” She moved her hoof over to her underside and rubbed her abdomen, containing her sperm-covered ovaries. “Since we’re gonna have a newborn any time now, ya should learn the in’s ‘n’ out’s-a taking care of babes.” Apple Bloom happily jumped into Anon’s disbelieving arms. “Sweet lil’ silly filly here said she’d be more ‘n’ happy with bein’ yer babe.”

“You get ta clean an’ care fer me like a foal!” Apple Bloom excitedly said, taking Anon’s finger with her hoof and bringing it over to her area. “Can’t wait ta have ya touch mah *Giggle* filly hole.” Anon’s face still bore no trace of feeling, still trying to process all the given information.

“Course, ah’ll have ta help ya out too, being the mother an’ all.” She brought her head down, allowing Apple Bloom to climb up on the head of her ‘mother’. “Now c’mon, ah figure we ought to give our little foal a bath…” She and Apple Bloom left for the bathroom, leaving Anon to sit and determine just how he felt about what just happened.