You took a slow breath as you looked her over, smiling with a palpable sense of relaxation. That relaxation was at odds with the stirring between your thighs, but that was alright. You ignored that for the moment and instead reached for her. As it turned, a solidly-built apple farmer was noticeably heavier than Careful, but you were careful not to show the strain too much as you carried her fuzzy butt over to the bed and placed her on it carefully.

She rolled over on it and gave you a demure little smile, her hair flowing just so with her stetson having already been knocked off. "Is this a yes, sugarcube?"

You were quite sure she was a vision of loveliness, and you informed her of just that. Just as she began to blush anew, you slipped carefully onto the bed and reached for a hoof. She seemed surprised, but allowed you to gently press and knead. You found the sensitive frog underneath it and trailed a finger along it, drawing a sudden sharp giggle from her. She kicked out gently with legs that could clearly knock you across the room and her smile seemed to deepen. She was enjoying the play, even if it wasn't specifically sexual, yet.

You stopped tickling long enough for her to calm before you placed a kiss on that sensitive hoof.

Applejack was staring at you, eyes wide. "Ah... Shoot, pardner, Ah never done figured that'd feel so nice, but ya ain't gonna make no foals down there."

That much was true. You began to kiss up her leg and she drew in a sudden hiss of anticipation, watching your attention travel up the outside of her leg towards her rump. "Go on... don't be shy..."

You were feeling far from shy. She smelled of earth, and a bit of apples. She was a farmer, and proud of it. You nibbled and kissed through her soft fur as you rounded her flank, her leg twitching faintly at each touch. You could feel she was getting excited, and her personal scent seemed to be growing stronger as you worked. You arrived at her dock, where her tail merged into her barrel, and it was twitching and swaying with the same curious eagerness.

"Ah... thought stallions were more direct," she confessed, watching you with eyes that shone with want, but also an intense curiosity. "Is this how it normally works?"

You assured her it wasn't needed, but special mares deserved special treatment, and she was a special mare. The comment silenced Applejack a moment before she burst into giggles that dissolved into a throaty moan as your teeth brushed up against the flesh where tail met rump. The tail lifted sharply as you gave the natural command for a mare to present without thinking about it. She was winking and ready.

A new scent tickled at your nose as her mare juices began to flow with every flex of her powerful lips. "Stop... teasin' and get on with it." Her voice sounded equally lusty and impatient, but you gently brushed it aside and went in on her. Your tongue brushed along her nethers, exploring and tasting those thick muscles that drove Applejack to squirm and whimper in delight.

You had her at your mercy, and that was an intoxicating thing in some ways, so you were in no hurry to get past your slow appreciation of her maresex, at least until a hoof thumped you gently in the chest. "Sugarcube... Ah appreciate it, really, but we gots a foal to make. Don't you want to be no father?"

She was hot, wet, winking, and clearly ready. That would have to do. Rather than risk her anger, you slid up and moved over her. Funny thing, when spooning a pony, she wasn't really smaller than you. A bit, sure, but more like a lady should be to a man.

You discovered at that point that horse cocks don't work the same way human ones did. You couldn't get it into her at that awkward angle and slid back down to line it up properly with her wanting entrance. When the flat head touched her, she tensed against you. You could tell she was still a bit nervous.

Taking your time, you began to rub it back and forth and gently wriggle it up into her, letting each inch pass softly into that oven she was packing. She felt amazing around you, gripping and pulling. No matter how confused her brain might have been, her passage knew exactly what it wanted and was trying to pull you deeper.

She hissed and moaned, her rump shaking a bit as you pierced deeper and deeper into that trembling crevice, claiming her as your own, at least for a time.

Your shaft was singing the praises of the act. Your horse cock was more sensitive than your human one. You weren't sure if that was Luna's doing, or if that was how stallions normally felt, but you were eager to keep pressing and pressing until you suddenly bumped against her innermost depths. Your entire shaft couldn't fit, but that seemed alright. The sensitivity was focused towards the front of that mighty slab of stallion meat, as if the back end was just there to help get the front end where it needed to be.

She flexed powerfully all along you, fluttering and whickering. "Oh... ah..." She wasn't the most articulate at that moment, but her moans spoke well enough that you were doing it right. You took hold of her powerful hips and drew free a good six inches before running it back into her as if you were sawing with the most delicate tool.

With each stroke your heavy balls churned. They were very clearly altered, besides hanging down so low and being a bit lopsided and so heavy. They seemed to grow heavier with every push. With each motion, they pulled in on themselves, growing ready for that release.

It was too fast. You weren't done with Applejack. Even with her writhing under you in joy, you dismount, popping yourself free before you go too far to draw back.

She blinks in surprise. "W-what the hay?" She eyed your dripping member then looked up at your face. "What's wrong? Why didn't you finish?"

You assured her it was alright, but you wanted her first time to be special.

"Special? How? This is... already kinda special, sugarcube." She rose up onto her hooves and waggled her rump. "G'on. Just like ya were. That..." She darkened. "That felt mighty good."

You shook your head and slid up under her startled hooves. With one hand, you grabbed your turgid member, the other, her. You directed them towards one another carefully. She seemed quite surprised as she was nudged to sit down on your shaft, but your shaft would not bend the way a human might perform this act. Soon you and she were belly to belly, your shaft piercing up into her at the widest angle it could manage, which wasn't that far.

Applejack quirked a smile down at you. "Ah... never thought ah doin' it this way. Ah guess we can see each other better. Uh, now what?" She glanced over her shoulder. "Why ain't ya ruttin'?"

You gave a firm push into her, drawing out a deep noise, but you didn't do it again. You told her she could do the moving at the pace she wanted.

"Ah... can do it?" She seemed baffled at that idea. "That ain't normal..." Still, she tried, rocking against you. Her eyes almost crossed a moment before she bobbed her head fiercely. "Ah can do it." She had gotten the idea and started to rhythmically pound back and forth, grinding her belly to your own. "Ya... damn... crazy stallion... Ya... Nnnng." Her words became more slurred as the pace became feverish. You weren't going to be able to hold it back much longer, but it was worth it seeing that cowgirl ride you with such a look of utter rapture plastered over her muzzle.

The urge to move yourself became too great and you held her hips at both ends. You thrust up just as she plowed backwards and both screamed in the pleasure of release. Though hers had been nigh continuous in level, yours carried you to a new level. Your entire sense of being contracted to your balls, up into your mighty shaft, running up through it, and as you began to spray into her in wild jerking volleys, you crashed back into the bed. You had no breath. You had no muscle tone. You had nothing but pleasure and satisfaction. It was as if you had just fulfilled your very purpose for existing. Perhaps you had.

Applejack crashed on top of you, squeezing the air from your lungs as she panted for her own breath. "S-shoot... That..."

She recovered long before you, pushing herself up a little on her forehooves. "Ah... Thank you. Thank you." She repeated those words as she rained kisses on your cheeks and throat. "Thank you... Shoot, ah... Ah don't even know how to describe it. Ah'm tinglin' all over." She looked back at her body, still impaled on you. "If'n ya weren't a stud, ah'd run off with ya if ya promised to do that trick again."

You finally got a little energy back into your body. That climax had really taken it out of you. It wasn't hard to imagine that something so intense could cause lasting harm. You assured her it was your pleasure too, and weakly pulled her back down to hug. She got the idea and began cuddling with you quietly. Your shaft slid wetly from her, retreating into its sheath, its purpose complete for the moment.

"Ya look mighty tired," she pointed out. "Wait here." She kissed your nose and hopped free of you in an athletic bound. She was back with a tray of desserts. "Good stallions deserve a little pamperin' back." As you lay there, worn and happy, she began to feed you by hoof, waiting patiently as you swallowed each bit. It helped, and it was kind of nice being fed by Applejack, knowing she really enjoyed herself.

There was a soft knocking on the door. Applejack shot it a nasty glare before she sighed and set the tray aside. "Yeah? What is it?"

The door opened to reveal Celestia. Applejack squeaked and fell prostrate. "That isn't necessary, Applejack. I understand you've just been through a bit of an ordeal."

"Ordeal?" She sat up. "Ah wouldn't quite call it that... Is that what all mares get when they're with a stud?"

Celestia raised a brow. "You would have to ask them, Applejack. It wouldn't be proper for us to pry."

"Huh, guess that's true..."

Her horn glowed gold. "The spell was cast correctly, and the stud has performed his task. Congratulations, Applejack, you are on the path to motherhood."

Applejack's face broke into a wide smile, as if the sun was coming out over her expression. She let out the enthusiastic call of an excited cowgirl and grabbed her stetson off the ground. She turned back to you, putting the hat back on. "Didja hear that?! Ah'm gonna be a mom. That makes you a father." She hopped up onto your limp form and gave you a bone compressing hug.

Celestia took a gentle grip of AJ with her magic and hefted her up. "We should let him rest. Studding is very difficult work."

"Oh... yeah, he does seem plum tuckered out. Can... ah see him again?"

Celestia shook her head. "Not until he's done studding. Until then, you can certainly exchange letters if you'd like. Thank you, Applejack, you've performed a service for Equestria." She set Applejack down outside the room. "I hope motherhood treats you well."

The door closed with a golden glow and you frowned. That wasn't how you would have liked to end that session.

Celestia turned to you and sat beside the bed. "I can see you're upset, and you have many reasons to be. Still, there are... misunderstandings that are only going to complicate things if I don't correct them. To start, thank you." She dipped her head. "You performed admirably, and made a very happy mare out of Appejack. If you select to join us, I feel certain she will attempt to be your friend, if nothing else."

She didn't have to go, and you protested that weakly.

"She did. We have things to discuss. You have been asking a lot.... of questions. Now, I don't oppose that. Rather, I'm more fascinated by the answers you have." She pointed at herself. "Who am I?"

Was that a trick question? You explained she was Princess Celestia, sister of Luna.

"What happened to Luna?"

Happened? You mean when she was banished to the moon?

"How... hmm." Celestia looked you up and down before she lifted you effortlessly in her magic and made her way to the bath. "You know much more than you should. I heard you mention that our very lives were made a production in your world? We need to speak of that, later. That isn't as pressing as dispelling the mistakes you've heard."

Author's Note

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The confusion has clearly left you. She has consented and the two of you are clear-headed adults. She wants it, and so do you, but you want it slow and sensual and to let her take charge once you've worked her up to wanting to. Faint doubts nag in the back of your mind, but you've set your course.

Well, that was fun! Shame Tia went and kicked her out at the end. It seems she has things to say.

Nothing complex here.
1) Listen
2) Complain
3) Ask your own questions
4) You're not sure you're recovered enough to even try, but who cares. Time to breed Celestia!
5) Call for Applejack
6) Attack Celestia