Author's Note

WARNING, this episode contains: Applebloom x Rockhoof, masturbation, foalcon, and Pinkie Pie

Here's 621Chopsuey with his take on Episode 16!

Actual Author’s Note: The following contains foalcon and masturbation that shifts between reality and fantasy. My apologies in advance for any confused readers.

Episode 16 - Campfire Tales (by 621Chopsuey)

The night was lovely at Winsome Falls. The sky hung overhead as a canvas of stars and clouds that spewed streams of color, prismatic color that poured into the lake below. The rush of the waterfalls -- the one on land as well as the clouds -- accompanied the chorus of chirping crickets whose nocturnal orchestra carried off into wild expanse beyond.

The ambiance served as a perfect cover for Apple Bloom. She sat up against a tree, the coarse bark against her back barely registering in her brain as her senses were otherwise occupied by many sensations elsewhere. Her hoof situated between her legs, Apple Bloom glided it over her folds, which steadily grew damp and damper with her ministrations. The occasional grunt or gasp escaped her lips, testimonies to her pleasure muffled by the nearby falls.

Ever since she first heard the legend of Rockhoof, Apple Bloom held an admiration for the figure. His bravery, his might, his transformation from a gangly wannabe into the legendary member of the Mighty Helm. So much that, as time wore on, Apple Bloom’s admiration blossomed into inspiration in more ways than one, though some could argue it to be infatuation. Whichever the case, Rockhoof nevertheless took his place as the filly’s favorite legend, and at the moment he starred in a legendary role for Apple Bloom’s fantasy.

The rubbing continued as Apple Bloom closed her eyes. Imagination took over, crafting a setting suitable for her needs. The shelter morphed into a quaint earth pony village, the sound of the rushing falls shifted into the surf of the nearby sea, the crickets’ chirps evolved into the distant chatter of villagers. From the darkness emerged a blue earth pony whose brawn and ginger mane rivaled those of her big brother. He gazed down at Apple Bloom with a look of hunger in his eyes, a hunger born from the stresses of travel, battle, and all-around heroism. The rock hard shaft bobbing between his legs twitched as testament to said needs. A drop of pre-cum had already formed at the tip and begun its journey down to earth in a strand that shimmered in the moonlight.

Apple Bloom’s clitoris winked against her blurring hoof, bringing her pussy to drool. She wanted that glorious cock now, real or not.

The figment Rockhoof had other plans. He dipped his head low, the hairs of his voluminous beard feathering her belly as he proceeded to plant light kisses upon it. His lips crept lower and lower towards their goal, Apple Bloom’s breaths all the while growing labored and heavy in anticipation.

Those bearded lips finally fell upon her cooch. From them Rockhoof’s tongue emerged and without hesitation made itself intimate with Apple Bloom’s lower lips. It danced along them, atop them, even dared to dip lower towards her anus only to feign and arc around back to her labia.

All the while the young filly on the receiving end of such treatment grunted with every sensual flick of the tongue. Her clitoris winked again in response to Rockhoof’s mouthy ministrations, just so happening to kiss his tongue in wet little ‘hello’.

She yipped.

The schlicking stopped. The fantasy halted. Apple Bloom covered her mouth, her breath held as she waited for one of the others to wake up, find her in the compromising position, and the imminent humiliation to follow.

None came.

Sensing the coast was clear, Apple Bloom resumed her ministrations, applying more pressure to her rubbing at a more furious pace not only to rebound from her lessened arousal, but to finish faster. The last thing Apple Bloom wanted to happen was for someone to catch her in the act. Then again, being honest with herself, masturbating in the woods never was a well-thought idea to begin with. Apple Bloom couldn't help it though. With every telling, the legend of Rockhoof triggered her libido like an archer and his crossbow -- his feats of strength and courage had the effect of turning her on.

In time the festering heat within her loins could no longer be satisfied by the mere diddling of her clit. It craved -- demanded a more sizable method to quell the raging inferno.

As if it could read Apple Bloom’s thoughts, Rockhoof’s rock hard dick pronouncedly twitched. In her mind, of course. In reality, there was something on hand that could be used as a phallus to aid in her fantasy. Apple Bloom reached over with her free hoof and grasped a shovel. By necessity Applejack had brought it along for the firepit; by fortune the wooden handle was treated and smooth to the touch, shushing any concerns of splinters in the filly’s cooch. Not to mention the handle’s girth was perfectly suitable for filling in holes, even if it was nowhere near Rockhoof's.

With a steady hoof and her legs spread wide, Apple Bloom guided the shovel's handle -- Rockhoof’s cock -- into her pussy. The penetration was gradual, her clitoris winking repeatedly as the rock hard cock sank deep inside, her stretched walls clamping upon the foreigner in a veritably warm, wet, taught embrace.

The combined sensations were positively delicious, and they only grew when he began rocking his muscular hips. When he pulled back, Apple Bloom craved for that cock to fill the emptiness inside her; when he slammed home, the feeling of being filled only fueled her desire for the cycle to continue.

Time passed. Whether it had been a few minutes or much longer was to the filly. Either way, Apple Bloom felt her walls tightening, the tell tale sign of an impending orgasm. She rubbed her clitoris as fast as her hoof would allow, which had by now grown sore from the continuous stimulation. She so desperately needed to come, to feel Rockhoof fuck her silly, hilt inside her and unload his seed; to bear his foals and have little Apple vikings running around Equestria.

In the back of her pleasure-saturated mind, the filly cringed at the mental declaration.

When Apple Bloom came, her entire body seized up and she came hard. Every single nerve in her body flared in pleasure, signaling to the filly the beginning of her long awaited, well deserved orgasm. As her walls rhythmically clamped around the phallus, Apple Bloom bit down on the hoof not occupied with her clit to stifle a drawn out scream of ecstasy. Her pussy sprayed out a torrent of juices to drench her thighs and the grass beneath.

All the pent up stresses of the day dissipated like a late morning fog in the wind, as did the fantasy starring Rockhoof.

Her climax waned and soon the spent filly slumped back against the tree in satisfaction. Apple Bloom panted as she revelled in the afterglow. She really needed that. Now could finally rest and be energized for the next day. Her lightheaded mind sooned filled itself with images of camping activities. Fishing with Applejack, gathering with Rarity, swimming with her friends, the possibilities left a smile on Apple Bloom’s face as she slowly drifted into the welcoming embrace of sleep.

“Aww yeah… fuck me hard, Magnus.”

Orange eyes shot open. Apple Bloom slowly turned with baited breath to find Scootaloo at the base of a trees a short length away, rubbing furiously at her own pussy.

“Scootaloo?”

The rubbing stopped. “Apple Bloom?”

A flustered Sweetie Belle rose from some nearby bushes. “Oh, come on! I was just about to get off!””

An equally flustered Pinkie Pie dangled upside down from a branch above Scootaloo. “Me too!”

“What they hay! Were you watching me?”

“Of course! This kinky Pinkie needed a little sexual release and found the perfect vantage point for her to get off.”

“...what.”

“Also this story needed somepony self-aware to kick off a short comical ending that included addressing the tardiness of the guest author’s submission due to personal commitments and a tease of the next chapter.” Still smiling without a care in the world, she fell from the tree and curled up into a fetal position before addressing to the reader, “Which by the way includes lots of anal. Expect it soon. Like, in a month-and-a-half.” She rolled from side to side. “Ooh wee...”