Chapters It was a beautiful sight as the sun rose ever so slowly above the distant mountains, illuminating the streets of Ponyville in its gentle, warm embrace of sunlight. However, the peaceful scene was soon interrupted by the bellowing coming from the hills above the town.
“Ah said PUT ‘IM DOWN!” Applejack roared as she chased after Anon, her four labor-hardened hooves clopping solidly against the dusty ground. He had raided the henhouse at the crack of dawn, unaware of how early AJ awoke each and every morning. Of course, her first task was to check on the hens, whereupon she discovered Anon running off with a fowl in tow. “Do ya WANT me to smack ya up right ‘n’ easy!?”
“Fuck you!” Anon spat as he ran. “I’m sick of your apples and hay! I need some meat, so I’m eating this cock and there’s nothing you can do to stop me!” While Applejack was in peak physical condition, Anon’s human legs gave him the advantage as he steadily increased the distance between him and his pursuer. He neared the bright red barn and turned the corner before sprinting off into the field behind the structure, which was dense with numerous hay bales. Anon hastily scrambled towards the nearest bale and began to listen for any sign of AJ giving chase, of which there was none. Licking his lips, he was about to chomp down on the delicious-looking head, when an audible *thunk* emanated from behind the thief, causing the upper portion of the bale to shake and collapse; Anon instantly became buried everywhere but his forearms, leaving the rooster unscathed.
“Coulda done this the easy way” Applejack patronizingly said as she snatched the frightened rooster from Anon, whose only resistance was a muffled string of insults. “C’mon Gorgeous, let’s get you back where you belong. And Anon…stay.” She held her head down and pushed the rooster along with her nose, ignoring Anon’s futile efforts. “Twi was right, boy’s head is emptier than a bucket during feedin’”. She muttered to herself. “Might have to see her about sortin’ this here mess out….”
Anon sat buried under the weight of the sizable bale of hay, cursing himself for being so easily defeated by a lowly country mare; she seemed so laughably naïve and clueless at first glance, and yet she somehow easily handled any task that came her way. He loathed her so much, in fact, that the only thing he hated more than AJ was the fact the there wasn’t one damn scrap of meat in the entire region. “How the hell do these ponies even survive?” He thought to himself. “I can’t go a day without protein, and these things can last their entire goddamn lives? Total bs!” His efforts to struggle out of the all-encompassing mass became increasingly powerful, either out of fury or persistence. Regardless, the pile began to sway back and forth in sync with Anon’s movements, until it leaned out far enough to be pulled apart by its own weight. With a strained yell, he rose out of the now very shallow pile, individual stands falling like sprinkles off an unfrosted cookie.
“’bout time.” A high-pitched voice announced, minutely stretching out the pronunciation of her vowels. That voice, Anon knew, could only belong to the one and only big-bowed crusader. “Why, if I didn’t know better, I’da think you’d been enjoyin’ yerself in there!” Anon snapped his head down to see Apple Bloom leering back up at him, eyes squinted to compliment a playfully-mischievous grin. Anon brought his leg back and began a kicking motion, but soon stopped as he saw that Apple Bloom was not frightened in the slightest. “Now, you wouldn’t hurt a cute lil’ innocent filly, wouldja?” She boastfully asked, eliciting a frustrated sigh as she cutely crossed one leg over the other.
“Do I look like a Nazi to you?” Anon retorted, annoyance clearly audible in his tone of voice. Apple Bloom merely tilted her head and returned a confused stare, obviously not understanding the reference. “Gah, nevermind.” Anon sighed as he began taking off his shirt to pick out strands of hay that fell into his clothes rather than onto the ground. “Go away.”
“Why, whatever for?” She overdramatically responded, taking delight in Anon’s frustration.
“Cause I’m frickin’ cleaning the hay out of my clothes! I’m not gonna strip in front of you, even if you’d probably enjoy it, you sick fuck.”
“Aw don’t be shy now, us ponyfolk almost never wear clothes, it’s just natural. ‘sides, bet you ain’t even half as long as mah brother!” A look of revolt flashed across Anon’s face in an instant, leaving behind a look of blind rage.
“OOOWOWWWTAAHERE!” He bellowed, swinging his shirt around like a pair of nunchucks, causing Apple Bloom to run off into the distance with playful laughter. “beh ya ain en haff a won denmu bwuh…” He began to mock in an inane mumble as he went back to work preening his shirt, which was grain free within minutes. He was about to take off his pants next, but his run-in with Apple Bloom made him paranoid; she would no doubt spy on him if he were to continue on out in the open. Therefore, he decided to check the inside of the barn for some privacy. He retraced his steps back to the front of the barn, briefly recalling the chase he had led Applejack on. His mind wandered to her adorably-angry face his had put on during the pursuit. “So stupid.” He chuckled to himself as he put his weight forwards into the barn door, feeling it give way as the worn hinges squealed. He peaked his head out into the interior ever so slowly, spotting no living thing. He slipped the rest of his body inside and shut the door, wasting no time in taking his pants off. The itching friction caused by the loose strands of hay was about to drive him crazy.
“Yeeeeeehaaaw!” A southern battle cry reverberated about the ‘empty’ barn, causing Anon to reflexively stand up, only to be brought back down by an unrelenting force from above. “Well, whadda we have here?” Anon shook his dazed head, vision slowly clearing. The first thing he saw was a bright orange figure, no doubt pinning him, as evidenced by the pressure on his extremities. He felt a hoof caress his temple, slightly aiding his recovery. His vision soon clearing to reveal Applejack sprawled out onto him.
“Get-ugh, offa me, bitch!” Anon struggled against Applejack’s sheer mass, but her position enabled her to resist any effort of kicking out.
“Well now, didn’ I tell ya ta stay? Can’t have ya running off ‘n’ causin’ all sorts-a mischief now can we?” She rotated her body until her flank was even with Anon’s head, all while keeping pressure on key vital spots, preventing him from taking advantage of her repositioning.
“The hell do you think you’re do-hmmmph!” Anon’s objections were cut short as AJ brought down her rump onto his face. His nose easily slid into her vagina, which was adequately lubricated by both the arousal of the current situation and the sweat of her early morning efforts. Anon tried to pull out to fresh air, but AJ was more than capable of keeping him where he was. Taking in a forced breath, the apple-scented juices inside AJ assailed his nostrils, heavily-arousing him against his will.
“What’s that sugarplum? I can’t hear ya!” She lewdly peered back to her rump, seeing Anon try and utterly fail to hide his blushing. “Now, where were we?” She gingerly bit the waistband of Anon’s underwear, slowly pulling it down his legs. His penis sprung up shortly afterward, causing AJ to lose her grip and begin snickering. “Hehe, why, I’ve seen colts with a bigger dick than ya! C’mon now, aren’t I enough for ya?” She wriggled her flank around the crevices of Anon’s face, covering it with her juices while not allowing him to breathe anything other than the small amount of air in her vagina. The juices on his face flowed freely, with Anon being unable to wipe them off. They slowly began to thicken, caking the top layer of his facial skin, causing him to harden further. “NOW we’re talkin’! Little more an’ you might be half the size-a Big Mac!” After her praise, she began to lick the tip of the penis head, sending small shivers down the shaft and up into Anon’s spine.
“Hnnnmmmg!” Anon sputtered out, not being able to resist AJ’s advances.
“Oh, ya want more then?” AJ began to lick up and down the entire shaft; Anon felt a shiver in the whole of his genitalia as Applejack’s lubricating saliva made contact with the air. Precum soon starts to dribble out, diverting AJ’s attention over to it. She cups her mouth over Anon’s member and slurps it up in one swift movement. She then rears her head to Anon, where she makes eye contact as she loudly and messily swallows the precum in several gulps. Turning back to the erect member, she closes her mouth around the head once more, the dainty pressure jolting through Anon’s body as pleasure begins to overtake his mind. Her head begins to slowly bop up and down, allowing Anon’s body to prepare for what is to come. AJ soon speeds up her pace, her tongue externally-massaging all the right spots on the shaft. Her hooves do not sit idle; she teases each testicle very carefully, further clouding Anon’s mind in ecstasy. Her passionate touching soon brings upon Anon the feeling of a gathering fullness.
“Nrrrgg!” He manages to gasp out, any hint of struggling long since repressed by the bliss that is slowly becoming less and less unwanted. At this, Applejack’s pace rapidly slows, until she makes one last run up Anon’s shaft, her lips making a soft *pop* as they detach from the penis head. With the loss of stimulation, Anon’s orgasm is painfully cut short, semen glopping out only in small amounts. His penis almost immediately loses its hardness as the sad remains of what could have been an amazing release fall onto the dusty floor.
“Sorry hun, but I gotta discipline ya somehow.” Applejack lamented, hungrily watching the opaque, protein-rich mixture drip slowly downwards. “Maybe if ya behave yerself an’ eat yer hay ‘n’ apples like a good boy, we can have a bit more fun together…” Applejack trailed off as she propped herself onto her feet, flinching from pleasure as Anon’s nose slides out from inside her. She opens the barn door back up, allowing the smell of arousal and sex to waft out of the enclosed barn. “Now, ah think ya got some hay ta pick up, doncha?” AJ teasingly said as she closed the doors, leaving Anon to his steamy, post-failed-ejaculate depression.
“Teeheheehahh!” Apple Bloom tried to muffle her laughter with her two tired front hooves as she recovered from her exertions. “Whew! *Pant* Who woulda thought? Mah big sis *Huff* puttin’ that boy in his place!” She stared through the hole in the painted timber wood, eagerly watching Anon cleaning the last of the hay out of his clothes, face fuming with repressed anger, yet still blushing, all without pants, of course. “Well now, ah wonder what Sweets an’ *Pant* Scoots are up ta…” Apple Bloom stumbled away from the barn, taking care not to step in the puddle of masturbatory fluid that had pooled behind her.
Two Heads Are Better Than One
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.
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.
“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.
