Blissful Intervention

It was the dead of night when the factitious synth left the grounds of the famous fruit farmer. Applejack had probably passed out by now, but that wouldn't stop her spell from forcing her muscles to exert themselves to their own exhaustion. However, as it left the farm, it noticed a peculiar scent emanating from itself. It was the smell of cheap plastic that her latest liberation failed to recognize. Furthermore, her proportions seemed to have evened out a little bit, the change was subtle but enough to take her to out of the uncanny valley that had tempted the honest cowgirl --now currently toiling away at that forbidden rod. What had been so peculiar about the scent though, was that she could smell it at all. Ever since her emergence, Trixie had only been able to see and hear. Once she could smell though, she noticed the earthy, sexy scent that she now realized had permeated across the entire farmland. Thankfully the scent seemed to lose its potency the further from the barn she got but it was only a matter of time before that scent spread across Ponyville.

Trixie had regained her sense of smell. Maybe if she continued her campaign to awaken debauchery, more of herself world return. Of course, to Trixie, her plastic was fantastic. Though it couldn't hurt to get more of her scenes back, and who knows what else she might get along the way. So many shiny new possibilities called out to her, a call she couldn't resist. A deal was on the table for Trixie: the more desires she awakened, the more completely she could indulge in them when the time is right. What she didn't know about that deal was if she wasn't fast enough, a force could come up to stop her and any indulgence she's now looking forward to, and that scent just accelerated that timer.

Perhaps it was her time as a traveler before her emergence or the fact that she, quite literally, couldn't feel her legs, but it didn't take too long for Trixie to find a new source of civilization in the form of a quiet hut that smelled more flowery than earthy thanks to the well-kept garden. Trixie walked up to the hut, or at least she thought she would. An orange hoof blocked her path. Then the smell hit her. Nearly gagging at the sheer potency, she remembered who the sweat-drenched pony was. The orange hoof then dropped back to its place and Applejack staggered up to the quaint little settlement.

How the half-dead pony woke up, broke her spell and caught up with her despite her exhaustion, was astonishing to Trixie. Was the little hayseed that dedicated to her? She would have asked herself why, but then she remembered how great she was and concluded that Applejack was a smart pony for noticing and acting according to that fact.

Trixie then got the idea that if Applejack was a very smart pony, she could do all the hard work for her in liberating whoever lived in this --as one would generously put it-- house. Trixie still wasn't entirely sure how it works, but if she just did whatever she wanted things seemed to work out so far. When an angry bear's roar come from behind the cottage Trixie decided 'whatever she wanted' included hiding, but with open field all around her, she took the cottage as cover. Hugging the wall just below the large window that flanked the front door, she saw that door was slightly ajar, thankfully swinging outward to hide her from the curious resident. She heard a gasp some mumbling, and Applejack crept unevenly inside.

Fluttershy quickly prepared her friend a nice, soft place on her couch for an obviously overworked Applejack to rest in --much to Angel's discontent. When Fluttershy was done, a strange power came over her. Some possession of intense laziness claimed her as if she could feel Applejacks labor as her own.

Fluttershy honestly considered taking that spot for herself and leaving Applejack to stand around in her state. The cruelty of it seemed to snap her out of her mental stupor but her body was still sluggish --ready to betray her and her friend at a chance of rest. Applejack claimed the spot, but instead of feeling defeated and moving on as Fluttershy would normally do, the idea that she was cheated entered her mind. She made that spot after all; why shouldn't she use it? It wasn't her fault that Applejack decided to overwork herself again.

Fluttershy was then horrified by those ideas. How could she be so petty with her friend in such distress? She even has her own bed to go to just up a small flight of stairs. She took a deep breath to try to center herself, but when she did, those stairs seemed insurmountable. It was such a long walk up those stairs and she was so tired. Taking more deep breaths she noticed a comforting smell in the air. She had heard the scent is described as repulsive but something about it resonated with her on a very deep, primal level --something her waking mind couldn't comprehend. Against feelings of such compulsion, she decided this wasn't about her mind anymore, this was about feeling good, and if Applejack's feelings really were linked to hers, then her feeling good should make Applejack feel good too.

Applejack didn't notice the sudden shifts in her friend's expressions as Fluttershy's moods swung from one extream to the other, but Angle Bunny, with a raised eyebrow, certainly did, and so did Trixie as she looked in through the window with a big smile on her face. Fluttershy was fighting something, but what was it? Was she fighting herself, her friend, or was it all the delusions of a tired mind turning against itself? If it was fatigue, then it should clear up in the morning. That's how Angel rationalized it before hopping away, but Trixie knew there was something much more to it.

After silently letting herself in, Trixie saw Fluttershy's eyes cross in confusion as the rest of her fell face down atop her friend. Applejack nearly reacted but Trixie saw her opportunity. She crept up to Fluttershy as latter breathed in Applejack's powerful aroma, clearly lost in her own little world. Once Trixie was close enough, she noticed that Applejack never stopped sweating, and instead of fur, her surface was a thick, smooth hide of orange that dimpled with goosebumps. Aside from those bumps, the skin was so smooth that it was reflective, and the sheen of sweat only helped in that aspect. It was understandable Fluttershy hadn't noticed, the color was exact, and ponies weren't known for the thickness of their fur anyways. Still, something told Trixie that the pegasus in question should have been more perceptive. The reflectiveness should have been a dead give away, but perhaps this only happened now.

Regardless, it was Clear that Fluttershy still needed a little push. Using her magic, Trixie turned Applejack to be face up. As soon as Applejack noticed something soft above her, she closed her hoves around it in a deep hug and Fluttershy felt strong forelegs wrap around her rear. Seeing her cuddling plan succeed, Trixie suppressed a cheer. Fluttershy herself was having the time of her life. The smell, the warmth, the sweat, it was all so intoxicating --so encompassing. Something about it all made her nethers drip.

"Um," Fluttershy spoke up before Applejack's musk pulled her back in, "oh my."

With Fluttershy safely distracted, Trixie stealthily snuck up to Applejack's ear. Well, about as stealthy as hard plastic can be on a hardwood floor. Once there, she whispered, "Nap times over, skank."

Applejack was about to announce her fright when Trixie's horn lit up again. Trixie used the same spell she used to get Applejack's hips moving on Applejack's face. By the time the now perpetually sluggish Applejack let out her panicked shouts, they were completely muffled by Fluttershy's honeypot, sending powerful vibrations to Fluttershy's core.

Fluttershy had always been curious about sex, but with her animal friends being so attached and herself being so scared of most things, there was never an opportunity to explore those curiosities in peace, with all of her attempts to explore herself ending in her being startled away by a tree rustling in the wind or some other such triviality. Fluttershy wondered if this would be Fluttershy's last chance to explore her sexuality, she also wondered if her arousal was that obvious. How many times had her friends notices but been too polite to mention it? Why was applejack being so forward now? She might have found an answer to those questions if another wave of dizzying arousal hadn't washed over her brain taking her back into the pleasure of the moment.

Trixie, not willing to leave well enough alone, centered over to Fluttershy's ear, trying to stay out of her line of sight, and whispered again, "Listen".

"Angel?" Fluttershy asked clearly out of it and in her own little world of pleasure.

"Wha-- No. I'm, like, your conscience."

"My conscience?"

"Yes, I'm, like, so your conscience. I'm here to remind you how hard Applejack's working to make you feel good, and how much of a chance she's taking helping you out with, that. If you rejected her, she would, like, fall apart."

"Oh, my," Fluttershy said half in pleasure and half in surprise, "your right."

"It's so not fair, is it?"

"Noooo --it's not."

"So, like, what are you gonna' do about it?"

"I'm gonna' --ha, I'm going to..." Fluttershy said as she got closer to Applejack's gushing snatch. That winking mound, flanked by Applejacks powerful, glistening flanks, was so inviting, but Fluttershy never serviced a mare like this.

Trixie caught on to Fluttershy's hesitation and bluntly shoved Fluttershy the rest of the way. Fluttershy melted into the experience, closing her eyes, gripping Applejack's flanks, and licking the salty, earthy mare.

For Fluttershy, this was a bizarrely pleasant experience with what now appeared to be a friend with benefits, but Applejack's lungs were burning, and her screaming wasn't getting through to Fluttershy or Trixie for that matter. Finally, Trixie's spell seemed to relent, and Applejack resurfaced to let out one last raspy shout before she would worry about seriously damaging her voice. At that time, Applejacks meaty thighs involuntarily clamped around Fluttershy's head, and of course, her ears. The inopportune flexing was actually the doing of Trixie's magic. She wasn't about to just let Fluttershy snap out of this after all.

"Do you hear that? You're making Applejack feel so good, she can't even keep her voice under control."

Fluttershy mumbled through her heavenly prison. Something was wrong. The vibrations stopped and Fluttershy was left wanting more. A wanting Trixie picked up on.

"Yes. This is what such a hard-working pony deserves. Work as hard as her and you can feel as good as her."

Applejack meanwhile, didn't feel the burning of an overworked sex that she experienced with her brother. In fact, the sensation was soothing, like lotion on a burn. Maybe, Applejack thought to herself, there was more to sex than just mindless stimulation. When it came to sex, Fluttershy was always curious where Applejack simply couldn't care less. There were always more chores and work to be done that offered more long-term satisfaction. Her first experience earlier wasn't exactly a pleasant one on top of her original perception. Now though, now it didn't seem so bad.

Applejack's sore snatch wasn't the only thing being soothed though. As Fluttershy continued to lick, Applejack felt her whole body being relaxed. Her heart rate went down, muscles unclenched and unwound, and soon, sleep overtook her.