Movie Night

“Look at those over there,” Rarity said in a low voice. “Are you seeing this?”

Applejack looked. “Sure,” she said happily. “Just a boy and a girl overcoming their nerves and talking together. Looks like they’re both happy they did, too.”

Rarity mumbled something in response that Applejack didn’t hear.

Applejack leaned back in her seat and stretched her arms out over her head, fingers locked together. It was lunchtime at CHS, a beautiful day in the spring, and all around her she saw her fellow students eyeing each other up. The snow had vanished, the plants had blossomed, and as the warmth returned and the jackets came off all the students had looked around at each other and noticed how much they enjoyed the looking.

“That blouse? Honestly?”

Across the cafeteria a hundred potential relationships were sprouting. Applejack spotted Sunset and Flash standing by the door, talking together again, all smiles, her hand brushing an imaginary speck of dust from his jacket and lingering just a little. There was Lyra and Bon Bon sitting even more closely than normal, disguising their intimacy poorly by taking selfies as they squeezed together. Trixie was flirting with Microchip, doing tricks with a deck of cards to show him just how dexterous her hands could be, and sitting across a table from each other Miss Cheerilee was making eyes at Bulk Biceps, admiring the way his arms flexed as he ate.

It’s funny how life works out sometimes, Applejack thought. A few young men and ladies had given her appreciative looks as well, but she already had everything she could want right at home.

It had been an eventful few months since that fateful Hearth’s Warming. Even apart from the movie shoots that had put the farm back in the black, barely a day had gone by before Applejack broke the promise that their affair would be one night only.

Since then, she and Big Mac were closer than ever. Braeburn had started visiting regularly, and the three of them had come up with an increasing number of ways to get Apple Bloom out of the house for a night. Far from being suspicious the young girl loved it, seeing it as a sign of growing up and reveling in the increased trust they showed her.

Then there was Lonestar, Applejack’s lead actor, though she didn’t ignore him between shoots either. Applejack had known and cared for the horse since he was a newborn colt, back when she was a young girl herself, and since Hearth’s Warming they had gotten to know each other a lot better. She would take him out for long rides in the woods, exploring the wilderness, finding quiet secluded spots where she could eat a packed lunch and enjoy his company without worrying about being seen.

Applejack counted herself grateful that none of her boys were the type to get jealous.

At a corner table, Snips and Snails were putting the moves on Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. To Applejack’s shock it seemed to be working.

She was pulled from her thoughts by the sound of her friend groaning in the seat next to her. “Oh honestly, she could not be more wrong for him! Can’t he see that?”

Applejack glanced at Rarity. It was just the two of them at the tables, and Rarity sat with her arms crossed sternly as she glared across the hall. Applejack followed her line of sight to the table where Lily was laughing at Caramel’s bad jokes.

“Them? Lighten up, they’re just having a nice time together.”

“Well, maybe they shouldn’t!”

Applejack blinked. “Geeze, Rares, what’s gotten into you today?”

“Nothing,” Rarity said, then muttered under her breath, “that’s the problem.”

Applejack glanced at her friend, saw her fidgeting, saw the way she crossed and uncrossed her legs, trying to find a comfortable position. “You’re pent up?”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

“Right. That’s why you’re staring at all the other girls like you’re trying ta shoot lasers out yer eyes.”

Rarity huffed. “I just happen to think that the students at this school need higher standards. They could stand to consider what’s really important in a partner rather than just fall head over heels for the first person who smiles at them.”

“Uh huh,” Applejack said. “So ya got rejected again last weekend then?”

“It’s not fair!” Rarity cried. “I’m a beautiful, charming, intelligent young lady! I should have boys dropping at my feet!” She pouted. “But instead they all think I’m unapproachable. That I’m out of their league. That I’m…” Rarity sank down in her chair. “I just want a nice boy who will sweep me off my feet and hold me in his arms. Someone to stroke my hair and tell me I’m beautiful, with a kiss that takes my breath away. Someone I can hold tight as I drift off to sleep.”

“Ya want someone to clean the cobwebs out of yer basement,” Applejack said bluntly.

Rarity gasped, mortified. “I do not have cobwebs. My lady cave is delightful! Warm, inviting, and, and, and oh god I need to be pounded so bad I can’t stand it!” She clutched at her hair in frustration, her knuckles turning even whiter.

Applejack snorted with laughter and almost fell off her chair. “There it is!” she laughed as she regained her balance. “Yep, you’ve really got it bad. Don’t worry, Rares, Ah’m sure there’s someone at CHS who’s just right for ya.”

Rarity glared daggers at her friend.

Applejack chuckled. “Ah, don’t look at me like that Rares. Hey, Ah get it. Ah’ve been there. Y’gotta admit it’s a little funny, the most beautiful woman at school is the one who can’t get laid?”

Rarity pouted at Applejack. “Why aren’t you like this? I’ve seen the signs on all the other girls, but not you.” Her eyes narrowed. “In fact, for some time now it’s seemed to me that you’ve become… happier, and more relaxed altogether.”

Applejack’s smile fell away, and she tensed up, not liking where this was going.

Rarity glared at her suspiciously. “In fact, it’s rather like… Like you’re basking in a perpetual afterglow.” Rarity’s eyes widened, suddenly overjoyed with girlish delight. “Applejack! Do you have a boyfriend?”

Applejack’s eyes widened, suddenly nervous. She smiled awkwardly and glanced away. “Not… not exactly.”

“Oh noooo…?” Rarity smirked. “A lover who isn’t your boyfriend then? A friend with benefits who keeps you satisfied?”

“That’s… um…” Applejack’s eyes darted back and forth. “No… nothing like that… But something else.”

“What’s your secret?!” Rarity pleaded, clutching Applejack’s collar. “Is it toys? Cold showers? Call boys? You must tell me, I’ll try anything!”

Applejack gulped, not entirely comfortable with how this conversation was going. “Well… Ah… Ah really shouldn’t say…”

“Applejack,” Rarity looked into her eyes with the utmost severity. “Honest Applejack. As your friend. Help me with this… And I promise I’ll never tell Rainbow what happened behind the tent that night at Camp Everfree.”

Applejack’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t…!”

Rarity flashed a wicked grin. “Never underestimate what a lady is capable of when she’s madly in need of a good lay.”

Applejack gritted her teeth. She knew that feeling well enough herself, from years spent shamefully denying her desires, and she wasn’t unsympathetic. Plus she knew what Rarity was capable of. “Alright, fine! Look… Come to my place tonight after sundown and Ah’ll tell ya.”

Rarity squealed in delight and clapped her hands together. Applejack raised a finger. “But, this is important, Ah need you to swear that you won’t tell a living soul about it.”

Rarity smirked. “Darling, a lady doesn’t kiss and tell.”

“Ah’m serious, Rarity. Ah need ya to Pinkie Promise, and Ah’ll hold ya to it. Or else no deal, and you can go on feeling like butterflies are tickling your nethers and get no relief and Ah won’t care what ya tell Rainbow.”

Rarity rolled her eyes. “Fine, I swear. Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye, I won’t tell a soul.”

“Good.”

“And you’ll help me get the hard pounding I need.”

Applejack nodded, her mind racing through the possible outcomes. “Fine.”

– – –

“Are ya serious?”

“Are you?”

Rarity had arrived at Sweet Apple Acres after sunset as agreed, dressed for a night of clubbing in an outfit that would have made the old Sunset blanch.

She wore skin-tight low-cut jeans that revealed the straps of a red g-string, and that caressed her behind to perfection. She also wore high heels that would serve a dominatrix well, a bare midriff and a red leather jacket with studs and spikes that showed off a navel ring with a diamond in it. A black shirt hugged her breasts, and the bra was made to emphasize and exaggerate it. To top off the ensemble she wore deep scarlet lipstick, and extra eye shadow.

Applejack, meanwhile, wore her work shirt, and her work jeans, and her work boots, and her hat.

It was hard enough for Applejack to mentally prepare herself to reveal her secret to her friend. But on top of that she’d had to actually arrange the night, and neither of her kinfolk could come. Big Mac was making a delivery to someone named Sugar Belle, as he had done many times recently, and Braeburn was taking part in the South-West Apple Cargo Convoy, both to win initiation into the Third Core and to do research for his dissertation on the American Apple Community.

With both her boys absent, that only left the third option. The one she knew wouldn’t say no.

“Look, Ah’m not saying that ain’t a nice outfit,” Applejack said. “Ah mean, damn, you’re almost giving me a stiffy. But trust me, ya won’t need it.”

“You have your methods, and I have mine,” Rarity said. “I believe in giving my partners something to look at from the moment they lay eyes on me.”

“Oh, Ah’m lookin’,” Applejack said, taking in the sight of her friend dressed to prowl for a fuck. “Ah didn’t know they cut jeans that low.”

“They don’t. I made these myself.” She smiled, taking pride in her work. “They’re quite fetching, non?”

“They’re hot,” Applejack admitted. “Not super practical for farm work though. If they were a quarter-inch lower Ah think Ah’d see your bush.”

Rarity chuckled, leaned to the side and put a hand on her hips. “Darling, they are showing the absence of bush. My field is all cleared and ready to be plowed!”

Applejack led her friend across the driveway to the barn.

“This secrecy is so unlike you, you know,” Rarity said as they walked. “I’ve been thinking about this all day, wondering what you’ve got in store for me.” She squealed. “I’m so excited, I can barely contain myself!”

Applejack felt butterflies in her stomach as they drew near to the barn door. “Alright. Look, before Ah do this, Ah need to say something. We’re friends, and if there’s anything Ah can do to help you when you’re in a bind, Ah’ll be there for ya. But Ah’m laying mahself bare here and Ah need to know you take that seriously.”

“Oh darling, you’ve nothing to worry about,” Rarity said confidently. “I trust you completely. I’m sure whatever you’ve cooked up is going to be simply delicious.”

Applejack nodded. “Alright. Just… don’t freak out, okay?”

Rarity only smirked at the suggestion. Applejack opened the barn door and they walked inside. The lights were on, and they walked across the barn floor in silence, Rarity waiting for Applejack to reveal the night’s festivities.

They halted by the stable where Lonestar stood alone, watching them idly.

Here goes nothing, Applejack thought. “Well… There it is.”

Silence fell over the barn as Rarity looked at Lonestar for a long time before she spoke.

“Where?” Rarity asked. “Behind the horse?”

Applejack blinked. “What? No, it is the horse!”

“We ride the horse to the secret love gathering?” Rarity asked with a grin. “Somewhere in the woods where cars can’t go?” She gasped. “You have a secret lover that you meet on horseback under moonlight far from prying eyes who has a gorgeous twin brother who needs to find true love?!”

“What? No! There’s no secret lover!” She bit her lip. “Ah mean, there is, but – Guh!”

“Well, what is it then?” Rarity asked, exasperated. “There’s no need to keep it secret any longer, where are we going?”

“It’s him!” Applejack all but shouted, both hands gesturing to the stallion. “It’s the stallion! He’s mah lover! Whenever Ah feel the urge and need it bad, I go to Lonestar!”

Rarity’s mouth opened and closed as she sputtered wordlessly before clamping up, her cheeks burning red. “Now you’re just making fun of me,” she said quietly. “Here I lay bare my innermost thoughts and feelings to you in a heartfelt plea for help, and what do you do? You tell me country hick jokes. What next, will you tell me you sleep with your brother?”

“Ah do!” Applejack said angrily, defensively. “That’s my secret, Rarity! Ya wanna know why Ah’m so satisfied? It’s because Ah found everything Ah wanted right under mah nose! Me and Big Mac are lovers! And Cousin Braeburn too! And Lonestar! Now you begged me to help ya as a friend and Ah never leave mah friends hanging, and if you have a problem with that then Ah guess we aint as good friends as Ah thought.”

Applejack glared. Rarity blinked, looking shocked at her friend’s ferocity. She turned her head this way and that uncertainly, then slumped, and nodded. “…You’re right. I’m sorry, Applejack. You’re my friend, and I shouldn’t judge you… And heaven knows you’ve seen me get my share of weird ideas. Your secret is safe with me.”

“Thanks,” Applejack muttered.

A moment of awkward silence passed. Rarity looked at the stallion and the farm girl. “So… You and the horse, then?”

“Yeah,” Applejack said. She rested her hand on Lonestar’s muzzle, and met his eye. “It’s… It was a strange thing, but it feels right, ya know? Horses are practically human, in a lot of ways. He’s got a lot of love in him.”

Lonestar hooked Applejack and pulled her close, and licked her face. Applejack laughed and pushed him away. “Easy, boy!”

Rarity looked at the two of them, and sighed. “Well… I’m happy for you, really I am. And I’m sorry things got so uncomfortable.”

“S’okay,” Applejack mumbled.

“…Well, now I feel just silly,” Rarity said quietly. “I let my imagination run away from me. Here I had convinced myself that you had contacts and knew secrets in town that I could only fantasize about… I thought perhaps you knew of an exclusive secret sex club in the city with all sorts of entertainments, and a glory hole. And we’d go there together and I’d spend all night in a stall, getting filled with anonymous cock from people who could be anyone, maybe even someone I know well, without them ever knowing it was me, prim, proper Rarity who would never in a million years stoop to such depravity, but secretly loving every last moment.”

“Nope,” Applejack said apologetically. “It’s the horse.”

“Well. Thanks for trying,” Rarity said, and squirmed, feeling the heat in her nethers. “I should get back, I suppose… I was counting down the hours waiting for this. Now I’ll just have to go home and take care of myself.”

Applejack felt a pang of regret at the look of disappointment on her friend’s face, and took a step forward. “Now wait just a minute,” she said. “Look… Ah know this ain’t what you had in mind. But it’s clear you’re aching for it. So… why not give him a chance? He just might surprise you.”

Rarity snort-giggled. “I appreciate the offer, Applejack, but I don’t think it’s for me. I mean…” She gestured at the massive animal in the pen in front of them. “I wouldn’t even know where to start! I doubt any of the tips I’ve read in Cosmare would even work on him.”

“You’re overthinking it,” Applejack said, running her hand over Lonestar’s side. “He’s still a guy, y’know. He likes it the same as any other man… Ah usually start by getting underneath him and just playing with… y’know, his equipment.” Lonestar turned his head to face her as she ran her hands across his fur, and their eyes met. She smiled knowingly at him. “He loves getting a nice handjob to begin with, and Ah like to plant little kisses on him as Ah go along. Y’gotta get him nice and wet for the main course, a’course.”

Rarity blushed and grimaced, but Applejack could tell her friend was picturing it in her mind. She grinned. “Come on, Rares… Here ya are telling me all about how hot and bothered ya are and how bad ya need something to stuff your stocking. Ya can’t tell me the thought of an enormous rock-hard cock ain’t doing anything for ya just because of who it’s attached to.”

Rarity blanched and bit her lip, making burbling and flustered noises of protest that didn’t form words. Applejack grinned. “Ah know you. Ah reckon you’re always up for trying somethin’ new.”

Rarity practically fumed in frustration. “Ooooh… Alright fine! I admit it, I’m desperate and horny and if it will help quell the burning in my loins, I’ll try anything!” She sighed. “Even a horse.”

Rarity walked gingerly up to Lonestar, watching him cautiously, as if he might decide to burst into a gallop at any moment. She glanced down, and Applejack could see the curiosity on her face, and the hesitation, as she was torn between her revulsion at what she was about to do, and her body’s burning desires urging her on.

“Go on,” Applejack encouraged her softly. “He won’t hurt ya. Lonestar is a real gentlecolt.”

The horse straightened his stance, his hooves clopping on the floor, and he made a sharp breathing noise.

His front legs stood wide enough apart for Rarity to pass through. Looking very uncertain, she got down on her hands and knees and crawled the last few feet towards him, and passed between his legs and under his barrel.

She rose to a kneeling position and raised her head and gasped. Lonestar’s rod was hanging loose, extended from its sheath but still soft, dangling freely underneath him, right in front of her face. Suddenly she felt very small as she sat enclosed on all sides by the animal’s massive body, and stared at the thick meat that hung beneath him. Applejack could see her eyes widen as she clenched her knees together. “Oh… Oh my,” Rarity breathed. “It’s… it’s quite a different sight from this angle, isn’t it?”

Applejack chuckled, watching her friend. “Yup. It sure is… Go on. Give him a touch.”

Rarity’s mouth hung open in a little O. Her cheeks were burning red. She reached out and gently touched it, felt how the meat sank into her hands. “It’s so warm,” she murmured. “And the skin is so soft.” Holding the shaft securely in the palms of her hands, she raised it up to look at the head, and leaned in close, staring at it.

Applejack watched with rapt attention. She saw Rarity’s tongue reached out of her mouth, almost like she didn’t realize it. Slowly, gingerly, almost fearfully, it moved forward millimeter by millimeter until it touched his tip.

It only made contact for a split second before Rarity gasped, and pulled back, grimacing, suddenly repulsed by what she had done. She turned her face away and clenched her eyes shut. Then slowly her eyes opened and glanced back, before turning away again, and back again.

In the course of making a show of disgust she apparently hadn’t noticed that her hand was still resting on the shaft, and had instinctively began to stroke it softly. Nor did she notice how it began to harden under her touch, and rise until she no longer had to hold it up.

Rarity watched the enormous cock swinging in front of her, the head right in front of her face, and she leaned forward and extended her tongue – and ran it around the flared cockhead with a hungry sigh. Lonestar nickered, and tilted back his head, his eyes closed. As Applejack watched his pride extended, and rose to full mast, blood rushing into the horse’s cock as he let another human girl play with it.

Applejack could practically see Rarity’s tension melting away. Her shoulders relaxed as she sank down on her knees and leaned forward, running her tongue over the flared head of the horse’s cock. There was no hesitation this time, no uncertainty. Her long licks gave way to kisses as she got him nice and wet all over his flare. Applejack was mesmerized.

Is this what Ah look like?

She had been in that position many times, and the memories of them flooded into her mind. She knew exactly how it felt and looked from Rarity’s point of view, and could feel the memories of the sensations on her own body. But now she was watching it from outside, as Big Mac and Braeburn and all the fans of her videos had seen it, and she couldn’t pull her eyes away. She was getting hotter by the second as she imagined the feeling of the horse’s warm flare in her mouth.

Rarity turned to look at her friend with lusty eyes. “Oh, Applejack,” Rarity gasped between kisses, her heart racing, her face burning. Her breath was a heavy panting now, and her hands both ran back and forth along the shaft, stroking it eagerly. “It’s so much…! And the scent is so thick, so heavy, it’s… it’s intoxicating, it’s…” Entranced, she leaned forward and ran her tongue along the length of the shaft. As she did she inhaled deeply, drawing in the scent, and shuddered.

“K-keep goin’,” Applejack said under her breath, her cheeks burning, urging her friend on. “Go on, work his head, he – nng – he likes that.”

Rarity obeyed, dove in and resumed working her mouth around Lonestar’s head. The long licks sped up, turned rushed and frantic as she sought to get more of him inside her. She planted her lips on his cock head and opened her mouth wide, straining her jaw as she tried to wrap her lips all the way around his head. All the while she moaned hungrily, her hands stroking his shaft. She drew deep breaths through her nose, relishing his taste, his scent, letting him fill her nose and cover her tongue. Before long, with a high-pitched moan she pulled him into her, letting the flared tip of his cock past her stretched-out lips and into her mouth, and she began to bob her head back and forth the few centimeters she could manage.

Applejack slid a hand under her shirt and stroked her breast as she watched, and bit her lip. Her skin felt like it was on fire. The sight, and the wet, sloppy noises her friend made as the horse’s cock filled he mouth, the way her spit dribbled out of her mouth and down her skin, all of it made her burn with voyeuristic desire.

Without really noticing, she unbuttoned her fly and snuck a hand down her panties to find herself already good and wet and eager for her touch. Her fingers began rubbing her slit as she watched her friend blowing her new lover, and she whispered dirty words of encouragement.

Rarity was working hard to fit more of the stallion inside her mouth, pressing her head forward on his shaft, which grew slick and dark with her spit and his precum. Gradually, she managed to fit several inches more of him inside her. She was ravenous, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she forgot everything else around her but the delicious cock she had to devour. She moaned, low and steady at first but getting sharper and higher as she progressed, until finally with a high-pitched cry, muffled by the meat in her mouth, her entire body twitched and shuddered.

Applejack felt a jolt of pleasure rush through her core as she watched, and gasped softly. Did she just cum from sucking a cock?

Overcome by curiosity, Applejack bit her lip and withdrew her hand from between her legs, feeling a pang of regret at leaving her own desire unattended even for a moment. She looked at Lonestar’s face and met his eyes. The horse was looking at her, and in her lusty haze she thought she saw desire in that gaze.

Why am Ah just sitting here instead ‘a joinin’ in?

His legs were wide, giving Rarity plenty of room, and Applejack heard his deep breathing. He swayed gently back and forth, enjoying the lavish treatment Rarity was giving him. But he was looking at Applejack, and in her lust-addled state the farm girl thought she saw him nod at her, as if beckoning her over.

She felt a twinge of pleasure shoot across her skin as the horse looked at her pleasuring herself. “Y… Y’want me too, big boy?” she asked, watching him for any sign of a positive response.

He shifted his hooves slightly, his frame moved and inch back and then forward.

That seems like a yes.

She stepped up to her horse and ran her hand across his muzzle, gave him a sultry glance, and nodded. She got down on her knees under him and pressed up behind Rarity, blushing as she squished her chest into her friend’s back.

Rarity’s eyes widened as she felt the farm girl join her. “Don’t mind me,” Applejack whispered in a sultry tone into her friend’s ear. “Just keep going.”

Rarity arched her back, pressing her chest and butt into Applejack. The heat was intense, and the farm girl felt herself gushing as she stared at Lonestar’s rod and heard up-close the messy, sloppy wet noises of Rarity working it with her mouth. “Oh mah gawd,” she muttered. She reached out one hand to Lonestar’s shaft and began to stroke him, while her other snaked around Rarity’s waist and dropped down between her legs. Rarity let out a higher-pitched moan and response, and thrust her hips forward into Applejack’s hand.

“You want that?” Applejack said in her friend’s ear. She felt regret that they were both wearing clothes, that their naked skin wasn’t touching. She unbuttoned Rarity’s fly and slid her hand down under her g-string, and gasped at the heat. Rarity was completely soaked, and Applejack felt her fingers coating in Rarity’s fluids as they brushed across her friend’s folds.

That was when Rarity groaned and began to gyrate her hips instinctively, grinding into Applejack’s hand.

The farm girl’s face was burning. She saw Lonestar’s rod straight ahead of her, felt the heat of her body, the smell of Rarity’s arousal and the smell of the barn itself, thick with Lonestar’s raw primal musk. Her entire body was tense with longing, and as her muscles clenched her fingers bent and plunged deep into Rarity’s waiting hole and began to fuck her.

Rarity’s scream of pleasure was muffled, but Applejack got the message easily and kept going. She rubbed and stroked her friend’s soft wet lips as she kept her fingers pumping in and out of Rarity’s entrance. She felt the swollen nub of Rarity’s clit pressing against her palm, and shifted to stroke it with her thumb.

Rarity’s moans began to break almost immediately, as Applejack’s fingers and the meat filling her mouth pushed her over the edge to another orgasm. Her hips thrust madly, short frantic thrusts, and her whole body shuddered as she came. Her legs locked together, and Applejack felt her friend’s pussy clench down tight on her fingers and coat them with a fresh burst of her juice, squirting and drenching her hand. She screamed muffled cries of pleasure around Lonestar’s flared head, and the horse whinnied eagerly above them in response.

Applejack grinded her hips into her friend’s butt, pressing their bodies together, feeling her hard nipples pressing into her friend’s back, almost cumming herself as she felt her friend’s orgasm rippling through her body.

She relished every moment of it, and as the climax passed Rarity relaxed and slumped back against her, letting Lonestar slip out of her mouth with a pop.

Applejack looked at her friend and felt another jolt of excitement shoot through her at the sight. Rarity’s makeup was smeared all over her face, her eyes half-lidded and unfocused, her mouth open and smiling, dazed and happy. Lonestar’s shaft had smears of red lipstick on it, a vivid image of the taboo they were violating.

She withdrew her hand from between Rarity’s legs, and Rarity let out a little whimper. “Oh, Applejack,” she said, her voice weak. “That was…”

“Yeah,” Applejack said, smiling knowingly. “It sure was.” She crawled out from under Lonestar’s barrel and pulled Rarity out by the hand.

Rarity stood up unsteadily, and placed a hand on each of them to hold her balance. “Why didn’t you ever tell me about this magnificent beast?” she said, rubbing her hand against Lonestar’s barrel. “I would have come to your barn ages ago if I knew… I want more. I need to feel him inside me. Will you help me?”

“You want that big dick inside you?” Applejack asked coyly, smiling, shooting a teasing bedroom-eyes look to her friend. “Inside that tight, slim body? You think you’re woman enough for it?”

Rarity chuckled softly. “Do you remember last summer when our sisters went camping?”

“Yeah?”

“I had the house all to myself, which doesn’t happen often. So I had a nice night in. I put on some music, got a bottle of wine, and relaxed with a steamy romance novel. And then when the wine was all gone and I was drunk and full of interesting notions, I squatted on that big empty bottle and I didn’t stop until I had it all inside me, right to the base. I kept it there and got dressed, twirled around a bit and did a little dance, just to see how it felt.” Rarity smirked, maintaining eye contact with her friend. “Trust me, darling: I can take a big cock.”

Applejack chuckled. “That’s a good start,” she said.

Applejack’s entire body was tingling. She felt giddy and light-headed, and she couldn’t stop smiling. She’d never had a conversation like this with her friends in her life, and now that she was all she felt was excitement. She was sharing a secret part of herself with one of her closest friends, and her friend accepted her. All her worries and hesitations that had burrowed in her mind since that conversation at the school cafeteria had vanished like mist.

Now they were going to share a lover, and Applejack found she couldn’t wait. She glanced towards Lonestar’s cock, still hard and ready for them, and smirked. “That wine bottle didn’t move on its own. You think you can hold on when Lonestar gets going? There’s a lot of horse power in that thing.”

Rarity giggled. “Oh, I can imagine!”

Applejack grinned. “Come on.” She took Rarity by the hand, and pulled her along down the barn to where a pile of hay bales were stacked and covered in a thick sheet to form a bed. “Strip down. Y’don’t wanna ruin those fancy clubbing clothes.”

Rarity raised an eyebrow, then smirked, and put her hands on her jacket, as if to take it off. Then she began to strip.

Applejack fell silent. Even though it was just the three of them there, Rarity wasn’t just taking off her clothes – she was stripping, turning every motion into a display of desire and temptation. She moved gently back and forth as she pulled off her jacket, as if dancing to music only she could hear, swaying her hips in a way that seemed calculated to capture the attention of everyone around her. It certainly worked on the two of them: both Applejack and Lonestar watched the motion in silence.

Applejack felt herself growing warmer just from watching, felt her muscles tensing, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. She had never thought she’d been all that interested in other girls, though the fact that she’d just made Rarity orgasm with her fingers was already making her rethink that. But now she found herself entranced as she watched the beautiful young lady before her both flaunting and concealing herself so artfully, striving to catch a glimpse of her naked chest or her perfect round rear before she turned again in her dance, or concealed them behind a carefully placed arm.

Rarity suddenly shot them a knowing look, and Applejack blushed at having been caught admiring her friend’s body. “Like what you see, darling?”

Applejack made a trembling breathing sound and nodded. “You have no idea… Ah kinda wanna throw you down and have a go at ya myself right now.”

Rarity giggled. “I’m glad you enjoyed the show. What about our friend here?” She turned a seductive glance to Lonestar, a sultry smile adorning her now fully naked body. “Does he appreciate a good striptease? Does he know what it means when us silly humans do these silly things?”

Lonestar met her eyes with an impatient stomp of a hoof, and a toss of his head. He nickered, a deep rumbling sound that seemed to come from deep down in his belly, and took a few quick steps forward towards her, his rod swinging up and down under his barrel, and reached out his head to lick her cheek and neck.

Rarity raised her hands to push him away, laughing. “Oh my! I think that’s a yes, wouldn’t you say?”

Applejack stepped up beside him, her mind afire, and ran her hand along his barrel and underneath to stroke his shaft lightly. “He knows where this is going. Ah think he likes you!” She gave her friend a devilish look. “So let’s not keep him waiting any longer. Get your butt on that bed.”

Rarity smirked and began to walk towards the bed. And as with the striptease, Applejack suddenly found herself unable to do anything but watch in silence as her friend turned the simple motion of walking into a seductive dance. Her hips moved like a pendulum, hypnotic, keeping the farm girl’s eyes locked on her pale, firm, round and oh so kissable butt. Her hands extended slightly to her sides, her calves moving, that thigh gap that gave her just a peek at Rarity’s lower lips with each step.

Rarity glanced back with a wicked smile, showing that she knew exactly what effect she was having on her audience. She came to the foot of the bed and stretched her arms above her head, her fingers locking together. She stretched out her back, jutting out her rear as she did so before dropping forward, laying her torso flat on the bed.

She tossed her head, getting her hair all on one side so she could turn and look back over her shoulder at the two of them. Keeping her left foot planted on the floor, she bent her right leg and raised it up onto the bed, baring herself for them completely.

“I’m ready,” she said in a husky whisper that carried clearly across the silent space.

Applejack felt her face grow warm as she watched her friend spread, letting them see her womanhood laid bare and waiting for them, her lips glistening and wet, swollen with arousal and pulled open with her legs. It sent a twinge down between her legs.

Is this what the boys feel like?

Lonestar snorted and scraped the floor with his hooves, like a racehorse waiting for the starting gun. He gazed at Rarity, his member rock hard, a trickle of precum emerging from his tip leaving no doubt as to his intentions. But Applejack knew his movements well, and could tell that he wanted more than just to rut this new willing mare. From the way he looked, he wanted to leave a lasting impression.

His lips curled up in a sly, cunning smile. He took a few paces to the side, and as he did Applejack could have sworn he was putting a little extra swagger into his movements. She saw the muscles around his shoulders flexing as he walked, and his stallionhood, rock hard and massive, swayed under his barrel.

As his huge body moved closer he and Applejack both looked at Rarity and saw a hint of apprehension mixed in with her desire as she got to see just how big and strong he was.

Lonestar trotted up to the foot of the bed, Applejack standing beside him, and looked down at their new lover. She looked hungrily up at them, and nodded.

Applejack felt her heart jump into her throat at the sight, and her voice felt strange when she patted the stallion’s side and said, “Go on, boy.”

Lonestar nickered and stepped forward, looking at the naked young lady who waited for him, and jumped astride her, making her yelp as the huge body was suddenly directly on top of her.

“Good boy,” Applejack said softly and stroked the horse’s side. “That part can be a little scary, the first time. But he’s got everything under control.”

Rarity nodded. “Yes… Yes. Now what?”

“Let me. You just stay there.”

Applejack got down on her knees beside them at the foot of the bed, and paused to take in the sight. There right in front of her was Rarity’s naked body, legs spread wide open and presenting herself, Lonestar on top of her, his great big rod swinging behind her rear, mere inches between his head and her wet entrance. “Oh wow,” she gulped. “Ah’ve never seen it from this angle…” ‘Cept when Ah edit the videos. “Seein’ it in the flesh is… something else.”

She reached out and gripped Lonestar’s shaft in her hand. It was warm to the touch and it slid in her hand, still slick and wet after the blowjob he had received earlier, and hard and proud and ready.

Applejack took a moment to herself and leaned in, and ran her tongue along the shaft, from his his soft big sack, full and heavy with horse seed, to the flared head, relishing the taste. She kissed the head, mingling her spit with Rarity’s and with the traces of Lonestar’s precum, before reluctantly pulling back.

Her mouth was watering: she wanted to go down on him and lavish him with kisses and work her tongue all over his tip, as usually happened when she was in this position. But this time was for her friend. She took a firm hold of his shaft and slowly pulled forward, and he stepped forward gently, inch by inch, in response, letting her lead him by his rod.

“It’s usually Big Mac or Braeburn doing this for me,” Applejack said as she guided Lonestar’s cock to its goal.

“One big happy family,” Rarity said, making the farm girl chuckle.

“Yeah… We sure are.”

Lonestar’s head made contact with Rarity’s lips, making her gasp. Applejack licked her lips, and rubbed the tip of the cock against Rarity’s pussy before gently tugging it forward. Lonestar knew the signal, and pushed.

Rarity gasped sharply as the tip of the horse cock slid between her folds and into her. Applejack watched with wide eyes as her lips stretched out to accommodate him, wrapping tightly around him as inch after inch disappeared inside her body. With Applejack’s one hand still holding his shaft, her other hand found its way between her legs and began to work her pussy, slipping two fingers inside of her, imagining herself in Rarity’s place.

The horse whinnied above them, his legs tense as the sensation flooded his mind. Rarity’s head tipped back, her mouth hanging open with a breathless moan, and she squirmed, spreading her legs as wide as she could as the enormous prick forced its way into her cave. “Oooooohhhhhhhmygoooooooddd…!” she groaned through her teeth. “That feels—he’s so—soooo gooooood…”

The horse snorted, and slowly pulled back. Applejack watched, mesmerized, as his shaft emerged slick with Rarity’s juices, and then thrust forward.

“AHHH!” Rarity cried sharply. She gripped the horse’s front legs and braced herself. “Oh fuck! More!”

The horse obliged, and began to fuck her in earnest, pumping his cock in and out of her, grunting and snorting, as Rarity eagerly urged him on. All the while Applejack masturbated as she watched them, her one hand working her slit and rubbing her clit while the other rubbed and squeezed her breasts.

Applejack blinked and focused as Rarity squirmed and began to shift position. She got up on her elbows and held there, letting Lonestar plow into her while she held her balance. Then she pulled her left leg up on the bed and managed to push up on her knees. Murmuring encouragingly, she supported her weight on her knees and raised her ass high, letting her face fall to the bed and gripping Lonestar’s front legs with her hands to brace herself as he proceeded to pound her even harder, the better angle allowing him to drive even deeper into her.

Applejack felt her face burning hotter, and plunged her fingers deeper inside of her. Even lost in voyeuristic bliss, shewas impressed. The first time Applejack let the stallion ride her she had barely managed to hold on as he almost pushed her off the bed. But even under the intense pounding Lonestar was giving her Rarity looked right at home as she braced herself against his forelegs and met his thrusts with her hips. She moaned and squealed in delight, writhing on Lonestar’s cock with wild abandon. Lonestar thrust into her, driving himself deeper and deeper.

Applejack kept her eyes wide open, making sure to capture every moment, every sensation. Rarity’s pussy was white and pink and clean-shaven, stretched out obscenely as it wrapped lovingly around the shaft that slid in and out of her, and she made a little breathy cry with each thrust. Her skin glistened with a coating of love juice, her lips and her mound swollen with desire.

Ah shoulda brought the camera.

“Fuck me!” Rarity screamed as she neared her breaking point. “Don’t stop, Lonestar! Don’t ever—AH! Stop AH fucking me! Fuck my brains out! Fuck your slutty—AH—little mare with your big stallion cock until you’re—AH—I’m – Oh – Oh – Oh my godddhhh!”

The horse didn’t slow down as she came, and neither did Rarity: she screamed herself hoarse as multiple orgasms overcame her, but she kept bucking her hips and begging for more, her legs spread out to either side as wide open as she could get them.

Lonestar didn’t disappoint: he pounded her ceaselessly as he whinnied in pleasure, his cock massaged from all sides along its full length by Rarity’s eager pussy. She had taken all of him inside her wide-stretched hole, his big balls slapping against her mound and her clit with each thrust, her pussy juice pouring out to lather up his shaft and trickle down his sack, forming a puddle on the floor beneath the bed.

“Ye-e-e-e-ess!” Rarity screamed mid-orgasm, the sound punctuated by each thrust. “Harder, Lonestar! Ride me! More! Giddyup! I want your—ah—I’m—AH! MORE, you beautiful beast! Cum inside me and fill me up with your yummy—horse—CUM!”

With one last thrust Lonestar buried himself inside her and came, whinnying loudly as he surrendered to pleasure and pumped her passage full of his seed. Rarity raised her ass as high as she could manage, meeting his last thrust, her toes curling as she received his load.

Applejack pressed down hard on her clit and furiously thrust her fingers inside her, and let out a suppressed scream of her own. Her body knew how it felt to have him cum inside her, that warm torrent forcing its way into her womb and gushing out her lips, and vividly replayed those feelings as she came, her screams mingling with the others.

It took a long time before the air stopped being filled with their cries of ecstasy, but eventually the three lovers were spent, savoring the moment.

Applejack moved first, climbing unsteadily onto her feet. Her knees were wobbly. She hadn’t cum like that from just her own fingers since she was a girl, fantasizing about being pressed between Big Mac and Braeburn, and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Come on now,” she patted Lonestar, and the horse reluctantly rose up and stepped backwards. Rarity whined softly as his member, slowly softening and coated in their juices, pulled out of her pussy with a wet slish. It was followed by a waterfall of their cum trickling out of her hole.

Lonestar trotted around the side of the bed and laid down beside his new lover. Rarity collapsed onto the bed with a moan of exhaustion. She rolled over onto her back and lay spread out on the sheet for Applejack to admire: her legs spread wide and dangling off the side; her pink, well-used slit gaping wide with a river of stallion cum slowly drippling out of her in thick, creamy goops. Her hair was a tangled, knotted mess with a few straws of hay in it that looked, even without the testimony of the rest of her, exactly like she had just been fucked hard in a barn until she had lost every inhibition and cared for nothing but to continue getting fucked some more. And finally her face. She was dazed and hazy with pleasure and exhaustion, covered in sweat and spit. She looked up at the barn ceiling with half-lidded eyes above a soft smile, looking utterly at peace, utterly satisfied. Applejack drank in the sight, and felt a deep happiness.

She took hold of Rarity’s hand and pulled her up to a sitting position. “How do ya feel?” Applejack asked her friend.

“I feel… like I got exactly what I needed,” Rarity said. Her voice was weak from screaming. She sat up, and stretched out her arms with a sigh, and smiled at the horse. “Thank you, Lonestar. You were amazing… You’re an absolute gentlecolt, and Applejack is very lucky to have you.”

She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, and he licked her and whinnied.

Rarity giggled, not minding the sudden slathering of a big tongue across her face. “I bet you say that to all the mares.”

He nickered and shook his head.

“Oh my! You naughty boy!” Rarity said, smirking at the stallion who sat looking very innocent. “Well, perhaps next time I’ll give you a special treat, and let you finish in my mouth. Would you like that?”

He nickered again, and nodded.

“I thought you might. Oh, but that’s if there is a next time.” Rarity looked up at Applejack, who had watched the strange exchange in silence, and smiled nervously. “Applejack? I didn’t know how much I needed this in my life. Would you mind terribly if I came back for another round some time? Times. Lots of times.”

Applejack curled the corner of her mouth into a sly smile. “Ah think we could arrange something,” Applejack said slowly, “But you know… Ah do have one more thing to show ya.”

– – –

“Okay, now lie down… Yeah, just like that.”

Applejack waited while Big Mac and Braeburn did one last check that all the gear was in order, and looked around. It was a lovely scene for a shoot, a warm sunny day on a secluded corner of the Acres, lying on the green grass with the woods behinds them.

The boys finished their inspection and gave her a thumb’s up. Applejack brushed her hair out of her eyes and looked into the camera. She was lying on her side wearing only her hat and boots, resting her naked body against Lonestar, who was lying on his barrel.

“And… Action!”

Applejack grinned and addressed the camera. “Howdy, friends! Welcome to Little Apple’s Riding School. Ah’m Little Apple, and Ah’ve got a special surprise for this episode. Everyone please welcome mah good friend Gemstone!”

Applejack scooted to the side and Rarity, already naked, sat down beside her and looked into the camera with a soft smile. “Hello, darlings! I’m Gemstone, and today my dear friend Little Apple is going to teach me how to ride!”

Applejack nodded. “That’s right! Ah invited her along because everything is better if you’re doin’ it with your friends. Aint that right, Gemstone?”

Lonestar nickered, and Rarity squeed. “I’m so excited, I can’t wait!”

“Well then,” Applejack smiled, and shot a knowing smile to the camera. “There’s no time like the present. Let’s get started.”