“Applejack?” called the attendant of the princess. Applejack rose unsteadily from her seat, nervous about approaching the door to the throne room. The prospect of meeting with a princess was nerve-wracking enough, but the presence of a dragon in her castle had come as a complete shock. Out of habit, she reached up and clasped the little red pendant that hung from around her neck. Its familiar shape against her palm was instantly soothing.
With a calmer mind, she took another look at the dragon attendant. His species aside, the dragon wasn’t particularly imposing. His voice and proportions were that of a young stallion, and his scales were smoothly curved. The dragons Applejack had seen in books were all harsh angles and wickedly pointed spines… but this one was almost cute.
The dragon pushed open the throne room’s double doors, ushering Applejack through the doorway. A deep purple carpet spread out before her, crossing the length of the crystalline throne room, all the way to the foot of the princess’ throne.
Applejack approached, maintaining a posture that she hoped was respectful. She’d never spoken to royalty before, never been in a castle - in fact, she’d never been in any room half as big as the throne room she was now crossing. Even the barn back on the old Apple family farm didn’t compare…
Applejack kept her eyes low, but she instinctively made brief eye contact with the guards who flanked the throne. She’d noticed them as soon as the doors had opened; she made a point of noting how many ponies were in each room she entered, and how many of them were armed. If she hadn’t developed that skill, she’d be a pretty poor warrior. Possibly a dead one.
Naturally, Applejack had left her sword at home. She came before princess Twilight Sparkle as a farmpony, not a fighter. The guards could no doubt see that she was unarmed, but their hands still went to their scabbards as she neared the throne. Applejack took this as a sign that she was close enough, and she knelt.
“Applejack?” said the princess, in a gently questioning tone. “You can stand, if you like.”
“All right,” said Applejack, rising to her feet. “Uh, yer highness.”
“My assistant tells me that you are here to ask for a parcel of land,” said the princess, tilting her head inquisitively. “Is that correct?”
Applejack lifted her head, finally getting her first good look at the princess. She was lovely, her modest purple dress accentuating her long legs and generous bosom. She was a bit too slim for Applejack’s taste, though Training alongside fellow warriors had given her an eye for… meatier mares.
Applejack chided herself for letting her thoughts wander - and for being so presumptuous as to evaluate the beauty of the princess. “Yes, your highness,” she said. “Y’see, my family and I came to Ponyville after we lost our farmland to the drought out west… and the blight, as well…”
“Yes,” said Twilight. “Some are saying there is a curse at work in those lands.”
“Well, I ain’t qualified to speak on that matter,” said Applejack, “But the land went bad awful fast. And if my family gets land here in Ponyville, good land, we can start growin’ apples, best you ever tasted - and, and we know how to run a farm, we’ll be turnin’ a profit real quick. Whatever it takes to pay back yer generosity, we’ll have it for ya before you know it.”
“I’ve looked into your records,” said the princess, “and I believe that you and your family would be a boon to our community. If I could, I would grant you a parcel of land without hesitation.” She paused, turning her eyes downward - and she remained silent for quite some time.
It seemed as though the princess were in the middle of a thought, and Applejack didn’t want to interrupt royalty - but it was clear that she’d been denied, and every second that passed without an explanation was agonizing. She stayed silent as long as she could, but she didn’t last long. “If you could?” she said. “Why can’t ya?”
“Territory that once belonged to us is now… in dispute,” said Twilight. “The kingdom of the orcs has been aggressive in their expansion, and laying claim to that land, even for farming, could be seen as… aggressive.”
“Well… I’m a warrior as well as a farmer,” said Applejack. “I’ll fight for Ponyville, and I’d walk right into the Orcs’ castle if it meant my family had a place to live an’ work.”
The princess looked Applejack up and down, seeming to evaluate her fitness. Applejack was a powerfully built mare, with thick meaty thighs and bulging biceps beneath her bright orange fur, and no one who saw her would doubt her prowess on the battlefield or the farm. “I can tell that you are making that offer in earnest,” said Twilight, “But sending a lone warrior, no matter how skilled, would be worse than fruitless. The queen’s magic protects her from harm, and an attempt on her life would plunge us into open war. I’m afraid there is no simple answer to-”
A pop filled the room as air was suddenly displaced, and - completely out of nowhere - there was a stallion seated casually on the armrest of Twilight’s throne. Applejack stumbled backwards in surprise, and the guards flanking Twilight’s throne drew their weapons - but the princess herself, after an almost imperceptible moment of shock, simply rolled her eyes.
Applejack regarded the intruder, wondering if perhaps “stallion” wasn’t the right word to describe him. This newcomer was no pony. Even after looking him over from head to toe, Applejack couldn’t decide what he was - and, in fact, it looked like whoever had put him together couldn’t decide what he was supposed to be either.
“Discord,” said Twilight flatly. “What brings you to my throne room?” She waved a hand at her guards, and they stood down.
“I go where I am needed, your highness,” said Discord, rising from the throne armrest and bowing deeply.
Twilight sighed. “That is… perhaps the exact opposite of how I would describe your comings and goings, Discord. But it so happens that I have a bit of free time in my schedule today. After I dismiss Applejack here, you may harass me for exactly ten minutes. But until then, I will need you to wait outside the throne room, as is customary for visitors.”
“Schedule?” bellowed Discord indignantly. “Customary?” Steam, literal steam, rose from his ears. “If you believe that I am somehow beholden to your-” He paused, finally seeing the thin, mischievous smile on the princess’ face. “Oh, I see,” he said, his mood settling back into perfect calm. “Your famously dry sense of humor. Ah, we do have fun.”
“Applejack,” said the princess, “This is Discord. You may have heard the name of the Lord of Chaos in legends or fairy tales, but these days he’s not a destructive menace. He is an ally of the crown, albeit one with an awful personality.”
"Princess, you are unspeakably cruel," said Discord. Turning to Applejack, he said "My dear, I apologize for the princess' behavior. Royalty have no manners, I'm afraid." Applejack, cowed by the presence of the legendary Lord of Chaos, simply nodded. “Twilight,” said Discord, “I could not bear to see the weight that this impending conflict sets upon your shoulders.”
“You’re here about the orcs?” said Twilight. “Princess Celestia told me that you spoke with her about the matter. You told her that the queen’s magic protects her even from you.”
“Still the case, I’m afraid,” said Discord. “And I was hoping that she would remember on her own that I already solved this problem for her. Nearly four centuries ago, in fact.”
“Four centuries?” murmured Twilight, her eyes narrowing. “Wait… one of your prophecies?”
“Finally, someone remembers!” said Discord. “I can’t tell you how frustrating it is that no one talks about my prophecies anymore. I may have spent most of my existence tricking and deceiving ponies, but my prophecies were always accurate!”
“Your prophecies are misleadingly phrased,” said Twilight. “No one has successfully acted on one, and they only make sense in retrospect.”
“Well, naturally,” said Discord, “And now that I’m reformed I feel just awful about it. Which is why I’m here to give you a little push in the right direction. Do you recall the prophecy I made about the kingdom of orcs?”
“Not offhand, I’m afraid,” said Twilight. She motioned one of the guards to stand before her, then addressed him. “Could you tell Spike to retrieve the Compendium of Lesser Prophecies from the library?”
“No need,” said Discord, throwing an arm out in front of the guard. “I know it by heart. Let’s see… something something mighty warrior, something something farming... and she will take her mighty sword and run it into the orc queen again and again until she submits. See, it couldn't be clearer! Applejack here is the hero of our prophecy, and if you send her to vanquish the orc queen, victory is guaranteed."
"Discord," sighed Twilight, "I am desperate enough to trust you. But I cannot ask Applejack to risk her life on a trickster's errand. You may be accustomed to thinking of ponies as pawns, but -"
"I'll do it," said Applejack, with a volume and firmness that silenced the great throne room. "I don't know if I trust Discord, but if you're givin' me a chance, then I'm takin' it."
"Very well," said Twilight. "I will have Spike escort you to the armory."
"No need for that," said Discord. "Applejack is already wielding a fine weapon."
The guards took an interest in that statement, and Applejack raised her empty hands in a placating gesture. "No, I ain't armed," she said, "But I do got a family sword back home."
Discord smiled innocently. "Hm, of course," he said, "your family sword. That's what I must have meant. What else could I have possibly been referring to?"
As Applejack pushed aside the loose stone and emerged into the empty kitchens of the orc queen's castle, she permitted herself to believe - just a bit - that the prophesy might actually be true. This secret passage - a tunnel dug by diamond dogs who opposed the orc queen's rule - was the castle's only major vulnerability, and it was only useful for a solitary mission. You certainly couldn't sneak a whole army through it.
In fact, you could barely sneak one pony through it. Applejack's muscles made her wider than most, and squeezing her body through the narrow tunnel had been nearly impossible.
But now, as she dropped down from the secret passage, she was finally in the castle. The diamond dogs had told Twilight that the kitchens would be empty in late evening, and they'd described a route that would bypass the guards' patrols. Applejack wasn't sure she trusted the diamond dogs... or Discord, for that matter... but it was far too late to start having doubts. She carefully lifted the carved stones she’d displaced from the wall and put them back, fitting them back into the wall so that the secret passage was once again concealed.
Taking in her surroundings, Applejack briefly wondered if - absurdly - she had somehow ended up in the wrong castle. The orcs had a reputation of brutal savagery, and yet the kitchen was... well, it was normal. It had the same sorts of magical devices Applejack had glimpsed in Twilight's castle - a stove with inlaid fire gems, a tall box that was faintly cold to the touch, a luminous stone providing light to the windowless room - and on top of that, it was clean. Applejack had been picturing rusty cleavers and a corner piled high with bones, but the reality was... surprising.
But a little refinement didn't make them good. They were still the enemy , and her goal hadn't changed. Even if the orc queen wasn't the grunting, grotesque beast Applejack had imagined, she was still here to slay her.
There were two exits from the kitchens, and Applejack knew to take the smaller one. The wooden door opened into a narrow hallway, likely just wide enough that two servants, one coming and one going, could pass by one another. The hall was unadorned, with bare stone under her feet, and seemed to have no source of light; the glow of the kitchen’s luminous stone penetrated only a few feet inward, leaving the rest in darkness.
But compared to the tunnel she’d just crawled through, this narrow hallway felt like a palace. And she could deal with the darkness; the diamond dog informant had laid out where it turned, and described its length in paces. She’d be at the queen’s bedchamber in minutes.
Applejack stepped quietly down the dark passageway. She hoped there was no need for stealth - the hall should be empty, and anyone using it would likely bring a candle - but even with a prophesy on her side, there was no harm in exercising basic caution. Her armor, provided by the princess and specially made for a nighttime assassination, was silent as well; the thick white fabric felt as though it couldn't possibly protect her body, but Twilight had assured her of the strength of its enchantments.
At thirty-five paces, Applejack paused and slowly reached out a hand into the darkness ahead of her. Sure enough, the hallway turned here; there was a wall ahead and open air to her right. She oriented herself toward the next leg of the hall - and then froze.
There was a dim glow coming from up ahead, gently flickering and bobbing - just as the light of a candle might, if it were held by a person who was walking forward. There was someone coming.
And this presented a unique problem, under the circumstances. Being seen was too risky - she had no guarantee that there was only one orc coming, and that that orc could be subdued before raising an alarm. The kitchen might offer places to hide - but getting there in time would mean running down the hall, making too much noise to be ignored.
But an idea occurred to her. Truthfully, she wasn’t sure it was the best idea - but it was the only one that came to mind. Something she’d practiced as a youth, something she knew she could do quickly and quietly. She pressed her arms to the wall beside her, braced herself, and began to walk her legs up the opposite wall.
By the time the candle’s light came near, Applejack was braced against both walls, her back against the ceiling. The ceiling wasn’t high, but it should be just high enough that an orc could pass underneath her - and with any luck, the dim light of their candle wouldn’t reveal Applejack’s presence.
The sight of the approaching orc in the dim light of the candle came as another surprise. Applejack had never seen an orc before; she only knew them by their warlike reputation, and she’d built a picture of a filthy, smelly beast in her head. But this orc - a woman, clearly - was actually… lovely, in a way. Her face was narrow and pale green, with thick eyebrows and stern but beautiful features. She did have the orcish attributes Applejack had known to expect - small protruding tusks, pointed ears on their side of her head, and a somewhat porcine snout - but the more she looked at them, the more she found them to be pleasingly proportioned. More pressingly, though, she was armored. Probably a guard.
As the orc came near, Applejack sucked in her chest, worried that her breasts would brush against the top of the orc’s head as they passed. But as her body shifted, she felt something slip from within the folds of her cloth armor. Her pendant, the little family heirloom that had always been a source of comfort, was now dangling perilously low, hanging down just where an orc’s head could touch it.
And as the orc passed underneath her, the pendant bumped softly against her forehead. She stopped and raised her hand to her head - and with a confused expression, she raised her candle. The flickering glow gradually illuminated Applejack’s features, and the orc’s mouth slowly opened.
Whatever the orc was planning to say - or yell - Applejack didn’t give her the chance to do it. She let herself drop, bringing the muscled mass of her body onto the shocked orc woman. The candle was extinguished, smothered by their bodies, and the hallway was plunged into darkness.
The next few seconds were spent wrestling in pitch blackness. Applejack tried to draw her sword and decisively end the fight, but the orc was a capable grappler and Applejack never had an arm free for more than a moment. On top of that, the fight was turning out to be uncomfortably sensual - thighs were rubbing against thighs, breasts against breasts, and both combatants were panting and grunting. Applejack - even though she knew the life-or-death stakes - couldn’t help but get a little turned on. The orc’s pale green skin hid toned muscles and soft curves - she was the sort of woman Applejack would have liked to know better, under different circumstances.
After a brief struggle, Applejack took control, shoving the orc away from her and drawing her sword. She jabbed her blade forward in the dark - but the orc was already running down the hall, in the direction Applejack had come from. Applejack ran after her, following her through the darkness and into the light of the kitchens.
Applejack feared that the orc would keep on running, raising the alarm throughout the castle - but when she emerged into the kitchen she found the orc grabbing a thick, black cast-iron pan and turning to face her. “A pony?” she said, her voice harsh with anger. “Don’t tell me you’re here for the queen.”
“Well, I ain’t here to talk,” said Applejack. She charged at the orc, swinging her sword - but the orc’s arm came up at lightning speed, knocking the blade aside with the pan she was wielding.
“Don’t the ponies know the queen’s magic makes her invincible?” said the orc. “As the captain of her guard, it will be my privilege to end your life… but even if I stood aside, she could easily end you herself.”
“Yeah?” said Applejack, swinging her sword at the orc’s midsection - only to be blocked again. “Why don’t ya take the night off, then? Let the queen kill me herself, if yer so sure she’s invincible?”
“It would reflect poorly on my work ethic,” said the orc, “and disturb the queen’s beauty sleep. So tell me… on whose behalf do you come for our queen? Celestia? Or the young princess Twilight?”
Applejack swung again and again, never striking a blow - but gaining ground with each attack. The orc guard was no pushover, but Applejack was the one with a real weapon. “I’m here fer myself,” she said, “And my name is Applejack.”
“Not really what I asked you,” said the orc, “But as long as we’re introducing ourselves, my name is Ghorza.” Her back was almost up against the wall now, and Applejack was growing confident - but after one spirited swing, Ghorza’s free hand shot outward and caught Applejack’s sword arm at the wrist. “You caught me off guard in the hallway,” she said, grinning, “But it seems like orcs are stronger than ponies, after all.”
Ghorza’s fingers gripped Applejack’s wrist tighter, twisting her arm back towards her body. Applejack gritted her teeth, cursing herself for losing control of the battle so quickly… but then her eyes caught something above Ghorza’s head. Just behind her, a few feet above, was the secret entrance Applejack had used. And while the stones that hid it were slotted back into place, they were still loose…
Applejack launched herself forward, shoving the Ghorza into the wall. At first, not much seemed to have changed - the orc still had control of Applejack’s wrist, and was twisting her arm further back. But the loose stones above her head shook, and loosened, and tumbled - and one in particular scored a direct hit on the crown of her head.
The orc’s grip went slack, and her body slumped to the floor. Still breathing, Applejack noted - and while she wasn’t sure how long an orc would remain unconscious, the thought of finishing her off was… distasteful. If Applejack had prophecy on her side, then hopefully there was no harm in leaving a downed opponent alive. She shoved the unconscious orc underneath a table; it wasn’t the sort of hiding place that would stand up to any real scrutiny, but no one looking in from the doorway would see her.
Once again, Applejack traversed the dark hallway, her heart thumping in her chest as she silently plodded forward and groped at the walls. The servants’ hallway should take her right to the queen’s chamber, and then… somehow, she would overcome the queen’s magic and run her through. Assuming the prophecy was true, that is, and not a grim joke played on her by the Lord of Chaos.
The dark hallway turned and turned again, and finally ended at a doorway ringed with soft light. The queen would be on the other side, and one way or another, Applejack’s mission would be at an end.
“It’s strange,” said a calm voice, as Applejack pushed open the door to the queen’s chamber. “My magic tells me everything that happens in the castle, and yet I can’t sense you.”
The woman seated on the canopy bed had to be the queen. Even without the jeweled tiara on her head, she radiated the sort of grace and confidence that could only belong to royalty. And her body, wrapped in a sheer purple nightgown that matched the regal color of her hair, was… breathtaking. Beautiful and bountiful, skin as white as snow over curves wider than any Applejack had seen in her life. Just below the nightgown’s hem, beneath sapphire-colored stockings, Applejack could see the thickest thighs she’d ever beheld. And just above that was the widest, juiciest butt of any woman in the known world.
Applejack had lain with mares of all shapes, and over time she’d discovered that bigger was better. She’d dreamed of women who looked like the orc queen - with marvelous rolls of soft fat all over her body and breasts like prize melons. The mares in her dreams hadn’t had the queen’s little tusks or the orcish snout, but Applejack wouldn’t change a thing about the perfect vision she saw in front of her. She would have completely forgotten what she’d come here for, if not for the weight of the sword in her hand.
“I wouldn’t have known you were coming at all…” said the queen, “except that you knocked out the captain of my guard. My magic can sense her just fine, and when it told me she’d abruptly fallen unconscious, I knew that someone had come for me.” She stood from her bed, standing tall on blue high heels.“It wouldn’t have mattered, though. You could have come upon me in my sleep and plunged your sword into my heart, and my magic would have turned your blade to putty.”
The queen drew a breath, making her chest rise. “I am Rarity, queen of the orcs,” she said, “And no assassin can lay a hand upon me. So approach, pony warrior, and do what you will.”
Applejack silenced every doubt in her heart. Summoning her courage, she walked across the soft carpet, threw her arms around the orc queen’s big, marshmallow-soft body, and kissed her.
The first thing to come out of Rarity’s mouth was a muffled yelp of surprise. She’d no doubt expected her magic to do something to the intruder, but there was nothing - no shield of light to push Applejack away, no wall of flame to singe her fur. What was protecting this pony from her magic? Was it the sword she wielded? The amulet around her neck? Her magic, usually so powerful, was telling her nothing.
The orc queen felt naked, powerless - and a rush of excitement turned her surprise into arousal and her yelp into a long, lusty moan. She parted her lips to let the pony warrior’s tongue into her, and she felt herself growing wet as Applejack plundered her mouth.
Applejack’s sword thunked onto the carpeted floor as she let it drop. She cupped one hand under each of Rarity’s wide, round buttcheeks, and she lifted the queen up off the ground, throwing her over her shoulder.
The queen was heavy - and while that was exactly how Applejack liked her mares, she was grateful that she was onto a few footsteps away from the bed. Even a pony as strong as Applejack couldn’t carry that kind of weight for long.
She threw Rarity down on the bed and stood over her, arms at her sides, staring down at her flushed face. “I don’t know what you have planned for me, darling,” said the queen, “But whatever it is… if you do it as well as you kiss, then I can’t wait. What is your name, darling?”
Applejack began to remove the heavy cloth armor around her shoulders. “I’m Applejack,” she said, “and I know how to treat a mare.”
Rarity smiled as she watched Applejack bare her shoulders and her chest, from her round teardrop breasts to her flat, toned abs. “I do appreciate the touch of a woman,” she said, “but I don’t think one could truly give me everything I need… maybe you’ll be the exception?” As she spoke, she slowly pulled apart her nightgown, first revealing the deep cleavage between her big, soft breasts… then baring her chest entirely, baring her gorgeous white globes, with nipples the same purple as her long, shimmering hair.
“I reckon I might be,” said Applejack. She let her white cloth armor fall to the floor, leaving her body totally nude. And her long orange cock, no longer held tight beneath folds of fabric, sprang free and rose higher.
“Oh my!” gasped Rarity, putting a gloved hand to her mouth. “You have a stallionhood, darling! And one of such impressive size, as well…”
“Yeah, it’s served me well,” said Applejack. “Serves the mares pretty well, too.” She gripped the base of her cock with one hand, brushing her fingers against the heavy nuts dangling underneath. “I ain’t one to brag, but I’m damn sure I got a cock good enough fer royalty.”
“I’ll be the judge of that, Applejack,” said Rarity, “And a queen cannot simply lie with a brute. A barbarian. The sort of pony who would sneak into a lady’s bedchamber, throw her roughly onto the bed, and simply… take whatever she wanted. ” She pulled her nightgown apart all the way, baring her plump belly and her thick white thighs… and just the smallest glance of her womanhood.
“You think that’s the kinda pony I am, Queenie?” said Applejack, stepping so close that she was standing between Rarity’s parted legs. “Well, as long as you already decided I’m a brute… I guess I might as well just ravish you, huh? Might as well just put my hands all over yer luscious body… part yer thighs… an’ use what I got to make ya scream.”
“Oh… you mustn’t…” Rarity whispered, letting her arms fall to her sides. She was lying flat on the bed, presenting her body to Applejack, giving every inch of herself to the warrior pony.
Applejack snorted derisively. “I do what I want, queen.” She lowered herself onto Rarity’s body, bringing her lips to one fat purple nipple. The taste of the queen’s body was just as magnificent as the sight of her; she tasted of fine, fragrant oils, part of a beauty regimen that was worth every penny. Unlike the soft coat of a pony, the orc had smooth, hairless skin, and kissing her bare breast was like kissing a lover’s lips.
Applejack suckled and licked at Rarity’s breast, circling the nipple with her tongue, bringing her years of sexual experience to bear. Having a cock was a novelty that opened a lot of bedroom doors, but time had taught her that mares needed more than a girthy member to be truly satisfied. Her tongue had grown strong and nimble, and her fingers could play a mare’s body like a piano. By the time her cock entered the picture, queen Rarity would already have had the best night of her life.
As she moved her mouth to the other breast, Applejack slipped a finger between the queen’s milky thighs, feeling her way between her soft, pillowy flesh, down to where her pussy waited. Simply dragging one finger down those slick lips made the queen whimper softly, and then more fingers entered the picture, two softly searching her folds as her thumb rubbed slowly at her clit.
“Mmmph,” mumbled Rarity. “You can't force me to… enjoy this, you brute… I know what you're trying to do…” Her lips still locked onto Rarity’s nipple, Applejack smiled. The queen’s pretense of resistance had been flimsy to start with, and she was having trouble keeping it up.
“You want to make me beg,” moaned Rarity, “to make me… submit… but I, I…”
The queen was right. Applejack did want to hear her beg. And she knew just how to get what she wanted. She released the queen’s breast from her mouth and brought her head lower, down past her plump belly and down to the intersection of her thighs. Her royal womanhood was wet and ready, dripping with juice more fine and fragrant than the expensive oils that adorned her skin. Applejack extended her tongue and flicked at the queen's clit, quickly settling into a rhythm that never failed to get a reaction. Her pussy was sweet and warm like apple pie, finer than any other mare’s, and each fresh lick was a sweet delight.
“Oh, how improper,” groaned Rarity, her limbs beginning to twitch, “the foul mouth of a… coarse pony warrior… upon the divine royal f-flower of the… the queen… I cannot… I, I… oh, oh yes, yes! Give me more, darling!”
Applejack gave her more. Her tongue pleasured the queen’s clit, and her fingers rejoined the effort, penetrating her folds and searching for sensitive spots. This was another trademark of Applejack's technique: her fingers scouted ahead, finding weak points that her cock could launch an assault upon. The queen of the orcs, like so many mares before her, would be overcome.
And when she found what she was looking for, eliciting a cry of pleasure from Rarity, it took no time at all for Applejack to claim her first victory. The queen’s pussy throbbed, dripping with sweet juice that coated Applejack's hungry tongue, and she cried out, groping at her body as she came
“Oh,” gasped Rarity, lifting her head as her climax came to an end, “that was… divine… but you're not done, are you? You brute, you no doubt intend to use that enormous cock on me…”
“Damn right,” said Applejack, rising to her feet. “Yer gonna get on yer knees and suck me off. Drink my cum. Show me that the orc queen ain't nothin’ more than a common harlot.”
“I won't,” insisted Rarity, already lifting herself from the bed. “You can't make me.” She dropped to her knees, gripping the base of Applejack's cock with trembling fingers. “Never, I'll never…”
And then her mouth was too full of pony cock to speak any more. But she didn't go silent; loud, lusty moans spilled from her stuffed mouth as she licked and sucked at Applejack's thick shaft.
Applejack threw her head back and groaned, putting one hand on her bare tit and the other on the back of the queen’s bobbing head. Rarity was servicing her cock with an enthusiasm that few mates could hope to match; she was hopelessly lost in her fantasy of submission, abandoning her dignity, giving herself completely to the brutish warrior who had broken into her bedchamber.
“Yeah,” groaned Applejack, “that's real good… keep on suckin, Rarity, I got a big load ‘a pony spunk for yer mouth…” She felt her balls tighten, orgasm coming on quick. She usually lasted longer, but she'd never had her dick sucked by a queen before - much less a queen who was blissfully submitting to her, worshipping her cock. With effort, she could have held herself back - but she decided to simply let herself go. Her cock was good for more than one load; there'd be chances to impress the queen with her stamina later.
“I'm comin’!” she grunted, and a thick jet of cum shot from the fat flared tip of her cock. Rarity mumbled around her throbbing member, begging for more each time a new gush of seed hit her tongue. And she got a massive mouthful of cum - but she was still begging when Applejack's climax ended and her cock dripped the last of its thick load into her mouth.
Rarity popped her lips off Applejack's fat orange cock, stumbling backwards onto the bed. “Surely you're done with me,” she gasped, her pale white face flushed red. “There can't be anything more you desire…” Her legs parted, her thighs moving aside to reveal her womanhood once again. It was still slick, still flowing, eager for another round. And lucky for her, Applejack's cock was just as ready.
Without a word, Applejack descended onto Rarity and plunged herself inside the orc queen’s royal cunt. She was heavenly, warm and soft and slick, her inner walls hugging Applejack’s fat shaft. The pony’s first thrust put her in up to her medial ring, and the divine perfection of Rarity’s pussy gave her a need to go deeper. Not all mates could take Applejack's entire stallionhood, but The orc queen’s cunt felt like it was made for her - and she felt sure that it would be a perfect fit.
She slid herself inside, their bodies growing closer as Rarity’s folds embraced more and more of her shaft. Finally she was all the way in, balls deep in royalty, breathing heavy against Rarity’s heaving chest.
“Oh, you barbarian,” gasped Rarity, “you've… deflowered me… taken my virtue…”
Applejack was stunned into silence. The orc queen had been a virgin? Guilt swam up into her chest for just a moment - but arousal and pride took its place quickly. She pulled her hips back and thrust herself into Rarity, resolving to give her a world-class fucking in exchange for her royal virginity.
“Yer mine now, queen Rarity,” said Applejack, pumping her hips in long, powerful motions, slamming the whole weight of her muscular body into Rarity’s plump frame. “Yer my mare… an’ when I put my seed in ya, you won’t want no other cock but mine.” Her hips slapped against Rarity, making her snow-white chub ripple with each impact. She ground her body against the queen’s, bouncing on her like a mattress of soft womanhood. The queen’s body was wonderfully warm and soft beneath her, her belly and breasts smushing and jiggling with each bounce.
“OH!” yelled Rarity, her legs kicking involuntarily as Applejack’s cock rammed her again and again. “So strong… so big… fuck me, savage me, ruin me…” Her heaving breaths became deep grunts and snorts, a strange contrast to her feminine form and demeanor. But Applejack liked what she heard; her fucking was turning the queen into a beast, a grunting pig of a woman who loved to get fucked.
And as her animalistic side took over, Rarity began to crave control. As Applejack went balls-deep inside her, Rarity wrapped her legs around the pony’s body, using all her strength - and mass - to flip the two of them over.
Suddenly, Applejack was beneath the orc queen, lying flat on the bed as Rarity bounced on top of her. From this perspective, Rarity’s body was a majestic mountain of snow-white womanly flesh, jiggling and wobbling as she lifted herself up and slammed herself down onto Applejack’s cock. Her wide, round asscheeks smacked against Applejack’s thighs, filling the room with loud, fleshy slaps. And the mattress beneath them creaked and groaned beneath the tremendous weight of the queen.
Applejack gripped the queen’s ass, sinking her hands into the jiggling, yielding flesh. She tried to steady the queen as she rode Applejack’s cock, but the queen rode her harder, now growling and hissing in pure animal lust.
Applejack thought for sure she’d tamed this beast already, but clearly there was more work to be done. Summoning all her strength, she rolled to the side, taking Rarity with her. No longer pinned to the bed by the orc queen’s weight, Applejack pulled out and rolled the disoriented Rarity onto her belly, so that her smooth white ass was up in the air. Then she plunged herself in again, penetrating the beastly queen’s womanhood.
“I guess I gotta break ya,” said Applejack, nearly breathless from exertion and she fucked Rarity from behind. “I ain’t met a mare nor beast that I couldn’t get the better of, an’ even if you’re both I reckon I can take ya.” She gripped Rarity’s thick, creamy thighs and thrust herself into the queen’s dripping cunt, no longer holding back an ounce of strength. Only Applejack’s cock could tame the grunting, snorting orc queen, and she needed it hard and fast.
Rarity got into the frenzied rhythm of the fucking, fighting for dominance even as she was fucked from behind. She bucked as Applejack rammed her, slamming her ass backwards, grunting and groaning.
“Harder,” grunted Rarity, her voice deep and husky. “Fuck me… break me… you uncultured pony brute… degrade me, make me your big fat animal slut…”
Applejack was certain her cock had never been harder. She thrust her hips with renewed strength, drilling Rarity’s tight wet virgin cunt with unrestrained force. Her thrusts began to make Rarity’s body buck forward, slipping forward on the bed each time she Applejack made impact. And finally, with one powerful thrust of her hips, she sent the orc queen rolling off the bed, landing in a quivering, grunting heap beside the bed.
A moment passed where Applejack worried that she'd injured the orc queen, who lay in a noisy lump on the carpet. But Rarity rose up, wobbling on her high heels, and turned to face Applejack with a feral expression of lust. Then she pounced, tackling Applejack, making the bed creak in anguish. They wrestled briefly, sweaty and groping, grunting and moaning - but in the end, Rarity’s big snow-white ass was once again in the air, and Applejack plunged herself in once more, reclaiming the queen's cunt.
“Oh, Applejack,” moaned Rarity, between the involuntary snorts that rose up from her throat every time the pony’s cock filled her pussy, “you've made me - snort - a lowly broodmare… all I want is - snort - to be fucked… oh darling, I can feel it… I'm coming-”
Rarity’s pussy clenched around Applejack’s shaft, and her climax shot from her core out into her struggling limbs. And from her mouth there came a bestial squeal, a sound that held no refinement, only bare animal lust.
Applejack, no stranger to bucking beasts, held Rarity steady as fucked the queen’s throbbing womanhood. She was close to climax herself, nearly ready to launch her second load of the night. And, seeing the horny animal she'd reduced the orc queen to, the warrior pony thought of one final way to claim ownership of Rarity’s body.
She pulled out of Rarity’s pussy and, without missing a beat, plunged her cock into her asshole. Her hole was soft and wide enough that it offered almost no resistance to Applejack's entry - although it still came as a shock to Rarity. The queen had been a virgin only minutes ago, and now she was having her ass fucked by a long, thick pony cock, all while her pussy was still in the midst of climax.
And she loved it. Being the invincible queen of the orcs had never been as fulfilling as being the grunting, horny animal that Applejack had made her into.
Applejack was close, her cock twitching wildly inside the tight walls of Rarity’s ass. She pulled out just as she felt herself pass the point of no return, and she let herself spray her load over Rarity’s back, splattering thick off-white pony seed over her back and into her gorgeous mane of purple hair.
Even though she'd partially emptied her nuts into Rarity’s mouth minutes ago, this proved to be the biggest load of Applejack’s life. Her cock twitched powerfully, firing long, heavy ropes of cum over Rarity’s body - until finally it slumped, drooling the last of her load into a puddle at the small of the orc queen's back.
Rarity let herself fall onto the bed, her limbs too tired to support her any longer. Applejack flopped down on top of her, lying in the sticky mess she'd made of Rarity's backside. “Oh darling,” moaned the queen, her voice hoarse from a night of grunting and squealing. “Darling, darling, darling…”
Applejack sighed, her head finally clearing, and she remembered what had brought her here. The mission from the princess. Her family, who needed land to live and work. And the prophecy, which said a pony warrior would plunge her mighty weapon into the orc queen again and again until she submitted.
Applejack stood from the bed and reached down to retrieve her fallen sword. There was only one way to make this right - but it would take all of her courage. Sword in hand, she returned to the bed where Rarity lay.
“We gather here today to unite these two in Harmony and marriage…”
In spite of the cool air of early autumn, Applejack felt sweat forming on her brow. This frilly white dress was so unlike anything she'd ever normally consider wearing, and it didn't help that hundreds of people, both ponies and orcs, were looking at her. An outdoor wedding suited Applejack's tastes, but when she'd imagined her wedding day she hadn't pictured so many people in attendance.
Of course, some of them - perhaps most - were looking at Rarity, who wore a similar white dress - although she'd insisted on a grander garment, one that seemed to radiate light and shimmer with every motion. Applejack tightened her grip nervously on the handle of her family sword - and Rarity, with her hands on the sword’s pommel, reached down a couple fingers to stroke her hand soothingly.
Swords were a rare sight in wedding ceremonies - at least, in the last century - but Applejack was a warrior, and one who cared deeply about tradition. She'd proposed in the manner of pony warriors - by presenting her sword pommel to the orc queen - and so the sword was the centerpiece of the ceremony.
Applejack's proposal, and Rarity’s acceptance, had accomplished what bloodshed could not: it had birthed a peace between orcs and ponies, and a unity between their lands. And the Apple family would have land, enough land for the whole extended family.
As the newlyweds kissed, wild cheers rose from the hundreds of attendees. And close to the front row, just behind the orcish nobility, a helpless, blubbering cry joined the revel.
“I'm sorry,” cried Ghorza, the captain of the orcish guard, “I always cry at weddings!” Fluttershy, a yellow pony seated beside her, gave the orc a sympathetic look and passed her a small handkerchief to dry her eyes.
But the orc’s fingers fumbled, and she found herself holding the pony’s delicate hand… and as she held it, a blush formed on both their faces.
In the aisle beside them, Applejack and queen Rarity ran hand in hand past the crowds. Their carriage, purple and white with extravagant gold trim, was ready and waiting to take them on their honeymoon, and they hurried inside, ready to be alone once again.
“Well that was a big production,” said Applejack, smoothing out her dress as she sat down beside Rarity and closed the carriage door. “I hope not every day married to a queen's gonna be like that.”
“No, darling,” said Rarity, giving her new wife a leer that made the pony gulp. “It's going to be more like this.”
She tackled Applejack, making the carriage buck so hard that onlookers worried it might tip over. But it righted itself - and as it drove out of sight, it rocked back and forth, even over the smooth road.
“I love a happy ending,” sighed Fluttershy, watching the carriage bump and rock as it rolled over the hill.
Ghorza laughed. “Happy ending,” she said, vividly picturing just what was happening inside that carriage. “I suppose that's one name for it.” She saw Fluttershy’s blush grow into a deeper red, and she felt her own face flush in sympathy. “Say,” she said, “would you maybe… like to get some tea sometime?”
Fluttershy nodded, a shy smile on her flushed face.
