Good Slut Charm

Discord smiled as he gazed upon the beautiful, buxom farm mare. She was selling apples, like on any other day in a checkered red and white blouse and a pair of tight jeans. If anyone asked her, she would admit that the outfit was meant to catch the eyes of stallions, but that it was simple marketing knowledge. There was no reason for her to not try to make her stand all the more appealing with her behind it.

This meant that her ass was well defined by the blue fabric, and plenty of her freckled cleavage was presented out of her shirt. Yes, Discord knew how many stallions wanted to always see this farm mare better than just this, so she would be perfect as his next subject.

And the charm was simple, as she didn’t even notice him invisibly swap out her red ribbon for a pink one.

No, for Applejack, it continued to be a normal day. She would talk to the customers, laugh with them, and watch as the men looked down her shirt. She’d never admit it, but most days she went home to take care of herself, having loved the looks and desires. It was wrong, and she was hard on Apple Bloom, but Rarity’s influence made sure she knew just what these stallions wanted to do to her, and there’d always been a side of her that wanted to be… naughtier.

She never knew what it was that caused it. Sometimes she would blame Rainbow Dash, sometimes her Aunt Orange, who was nowhere near pure, but in the end she knew it was because she was just some sort of pervert. Not that it’d ever show. She could keep those thoughts where they belonged.

Or at least, normally she could. Today though, after a particularly attractive stallion talked to her, one of Applejack’s hands drifted to behind the counter. She was burning up by now, her clothes having become increasingly tight on her body, including her pesky underwear that ground against her soaked crotch with each little shift of her weight. She was happy for the slight releases by getting some level of stimulation, but it wasn’t enough.

She gasped as her fingers dug themselves into her cunt, barely making sure not to moan like some bitch in heat in front of the customer. Oh, but how she wanted to. To let him see how much she could use a good, public rutting.

Her fingers would have to do though as they twisted inside of her. She was fairly well trained in finding her own weak points, which made it easier to stoke her flames, but it wasn’t enough today. Not while so many stallions passed by.

She watched the stallion walk away, looking at her a little weird as he walked away, and she waved back. She was on fire now, and didn’t even know why she was worrying about it. She was always a good mare, so maybe people would understand if she took one day off from that. On the other hand, she couldn’t help but hope that if she started, she’d never stop.

She dug a fourth finger into her tight lips, barely fitting it in as she bit into her lip. There had to be a better way. A way to get off more. She looked down as she stifled a moan, and her eyes widened when she saw her tits. They were barely held within her shirt, with the pink edges of her areolas on display to the world. The thought of someone seeing them, especially in this engorged state sent shivers down her spine, and gave her ideas.

And when stepped back and felt something swishing inside of them, it gave her the best idea.

Applejack worked quickly, with the letters she painted onto a makeshift sign that they would have prepared for specials, but she knew would become a part of her regular sales, coming out scratchy and panicked. They were legible enough though.

As she undid her shirt, letting it hang open as her ripped apart bra fell to the floor, letting her massive tits, well bigger than her head, meet the open air. It felt wonderful, especially as some of the ponies immediately noticed her do this and gasped. She could see the lust in their eyes, and couldn’t think of why they would mind. She was merely letting them get what they wanted. What she wanted.

The first brave stallion came over as she pulled her pants and panties down, the poor fabric barely having stayed together under her impressive assets, but hers weren’t as good as others. No, her main gift was her breasts, which were still growing to accommodate their purpose.

The stallion’s eyes widened as the first drop of cider splashed from her erect, large nipples and onto the counter. Applejack licked her lips as he saw him staring, so close to her tits, but not yet moving in like he should. “I hope you think the prices are fair, if you want a drink.”

The stallion looked down, and his restraint fell as he saw the new menu.

Cider: 1 bit to drink your fill.
Help Production: 1 bit to fuck me. If I cum, you don’t pay anything.

Applejack then leaned in, whispering as she let her breasts squish against the stall, “And trust me, I’m so very close already.”

The stallion looked around, already pulling out his cock as his eyes took in her firm, round ass. “Um, what am I allowed to do?”

Applejack smiled wide as her hand grabbed his cock and began to stroke it vigorously. Her words were mixed in with a moan as she collapsed her weight onto her breasts, her lust beating out whatever control she had left. “I’ll do anything to please the customer.”

He went around her at that, not wanting to cum from a simple handjob. Not when he could fuck the mare most stallions thought they’d never even see in her bra and panties. Discord’s magic wouldn’t let him think about why she was like this, or whether this was weird or not. No, it only let him focus on getting to ram her whore cunt as deep as he could.

Applejack gasped as her breasts fell off the table, suspended over the ground and smacking loudly against the stall with each thrust that she took in. Even more so when another stallion came along and made her mind go blank with a cock up her ass.

When finally Applejack came back to consciousness, she was covered from head to toe in cum, her stomach slightly inflated with the nectar, and more bits were in her cart than ever before, along with a few jugs of cider put off to the side, with a note saying that they loved getting to milk her like she was milking them.

And Applejack made sure to hang a sign near where she always setup saying that she’d be back early tomorrow, and in the proper attire for a bitch like her.

The stallions seemed to agree when they saw her in cow horns and nothing else. She only had to moo to get the milk she wanted after that.