Chapters A dark ominous tree had sprouted up at the edge of the orchard in the dead of night. To say it stood out from the rest of Sweet Apple Ackers would be an understatement. The lush and healthy orchard could put even the most troubled souls at ease with its uniform radiance of bounty. It was no wonder why Applejack worked so hard to keep it pristine. Hard work that was made slightly harder by the ever infuriating Trixie and her insistence on spontaneous whims.
Whipping sweat from her brow, she refocused her attention, Celestia help her, back to Trixie, "Trixie, I appreciate you tryin' to turn over a new leaf but," Applejack paused to look over how much bucking was left to do and internally winced, "ya' know what? Theirs some trees over there we can't get around to too often."
Trixie paused, thank the stars, before continuing again, "Oh, I uh, I don't really do bucking," She finished with a meek grin and Applejack took notice at how she spoke in the first person.
"Didn't you work on a rock farm?" Applejack asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I thought we would leave the past behind us!" Trixie snapped before calming down, "Ahem, the rock farm had tools for their employees. I used my magic to do the heavy lifting."
"Oh, then you can just use your magic to pick the apples. Anyway, it's more walking then bucking. There aren't a lot of trees out there and the ones there aren't too close to each other."
Trixie's first picks were a little violent. She was used to heavily gripping tools with her magic, resulting in her crushing her first picks. Some time into the work, she noticed a tree with black apples hanging from it. Not about to judged however many years of tradition the apple family has, she got up to the tree and reached for an apple with her magic only for it to fizzle out. This would have been where Trixie put an end to her task and asked Applejack about it, but she noticed that all the dark apples were close to the ground. Perhaps this was a prank to see how badly Trixie could get herself frustrated trying to use her magic. Little did Applejack know just how thoroughly you learn to rely on your hooves when you're on the road.
Trixie crouched lowly under an apple and lept to catch one between her hooves. She made contact and expected her weight to rip the fruit from its stem. She waited to drop but never did. The apple was hanging on strong and barely dipped under her weight. Trixie didn't know whether to be flattered at her slimness or frustrated at the tree's defiance. She let go of the apple, hoping to see if Applejack had any idea what to do, but it was just her luck that her hooves still held onto the apple, no the apple was the one holding on. The branch holding the apple began to resend into the tree, taking her with it. She looked at the trunk and saw that the bark was shedding rapidly revealing a deep black interior with a harsh shine that reminded her of an old puddle on the side of a road.
Seeing her fate fast approaching, she started screaming hysterically and tugging madly trying to free a hoof. Unfortunately, the orchard was vast and Applejack didn't have the patience to talk anymore with Trixie, so she purposefully chose for her and to work as far away from her and her brother as possible.
It took almost an hour for the screaming to stop, but stop it did.
Author's Note
My first try with smut. Wanted to start somewhere familiar so no sexy times this chapter. Only fear.
"Applejack!~" Applejack heard from behind her as she rested in the barn. When she turned to see who it was, she was stunned. Before her, was a life-sized, fully colored statue of Trixie. Well, it was a statue of Trixie in the loosest sense. Her eyes had a heavy purple eyeshadow that matched her equally intense blush. Her lips, slathered with glossy glitter lipstick, were full to the point of seeming swollen. That and the makeup made her seem borderline unhealthy if it were on the real Trixie. The hair and body seemed like it was made of solid stone but it was smooth and flawless. Not even the slightest unevenness could be seen on its surface. No drip of paint, no bumps of the stone's texture. Her cutie mark looked like a drawing on a piece of paper perfectly glued to her flank, glossy like the rest of her form, and partially obscured by suggestive fishnet leggings that connected to a one-piece corset. The corset started wrapped around her upper flanks hugged her shrunken barrel obscenely and parted around her neck. Applejack brought her hoof to touch the statue, still not convinced it was in front of her. "Ew!" shouted the statue said rearing back a little and scrunching its snout. The suddenness of it all nearly gave Applejack a heart-attack as she fell onto her back, breathing heavily.
"Uh, Trixie," Applejack tailed, dumbfounded by Trixie's new appearance. From what she felt, the statue wasn't made of stone, it was made of a weird material. It might as well have been stone for how solid it felt, but she got the idea that it was a little elastic and partially hollow.
"Uh," The statue mocked back, "It's, like, The Pretty and Glamorous Trixie to you!"
Applejack now a little frightened, slowly crab walked back with a frightened expression on her face, "What the hay happened to you..."
"Ugh," The statue shot back as if it was a great burden to explain herself, "I, like, got a makeover. You should try it some time. You look totally gross."
Applejack wanted to be scared out of her mind. She wanted to run like a bat out of Tartarus but she felt a little lite headed and she couldn't bring herself to bolt.
The Trixie statue rolled her eyes at Applejack's panic and presented an apple. Well, it was in the shape of an apple, and it was the color of an apple, but the texture made it look more like dough mixed with sand. Applejack also noticed that the statue was wearing a special form of shoe on each of her hooves. They were slanted upward in a harsh angle with a single point to support the back of the hoof that, while it made her look taller, had to be very uncomfortable to walk in. "I tried to pick all the apples like you said but it was, like, so hard," the Trixie statue wined as Applejack's crabwalk led her into the wall of the barn, "so, I had, like, the smartest idea right?"
Was this why she was gone all that time. Trixie had never returned from her job last week, and Applejack just assumed that she just used the job to get some free apples and run. This though... It made her sick that this could happen to a pony, in her orchard, and she was none the wiser. All the while she couldn't look away. All she could do was nurse her stomach to make her nausea subside. It was then that she noticed a heat in her nethers. Subtle, yet dumbfounding in its presence. What in sams hell has gotten into her?! This isn't supposed to be erotic, it was supposed to be horrific yet her resistance only served to stoke the smoldering in her nethers.
Trixie stepped aside to show the cart, of course it was blocking the exit, full of the fake apples. She then closed the distance between the two of them and shoved the fake apple into Applejacks, still wide in surprise, mouth. Applejack cringed and her stomach lurched. This tasted nothing like an apple, it was repulsive.
Applejack wanted to spit it out, but Trixie held it there, "Like, isn't this so much better than those stupid apples you spend, like, forever on?"
Applejack wanted to disagree. She wanted to kick Trixie off of her and run but she couldn't do it. Applejack had to agree, this repulsive simply was better, so she bit down, chewed up her bite and swallowed. The whole time she did that, she was fighting her stomach and by the time it hit her stomach, she felt like she just swallowed a brick. Regardless, she kept eating the apple, because it was better than the apples she's been working on, and Applejack loved good apples. Even if they taste awful, even when they made her stomach cramp up, even if the texture was nothing like an apple, she still loved them. She loved them so much that her nethers were starting to drip.
Trixie seemed to notice because she abruptly pulled back the rest of the apple and shouted, "Like, on your knees, bitch!"
Applejack could have felt insulted, but as she looked up at those glittery lips and glanced over Trixie's outfit, she realized that she was a bitch. Her bitch. Trixie had put her in her place before, and she could do it again. This time, it was up to Applejack to recognize the pattern and make the most of her position beneath The Pretty and Glamorous Trixie.
"Nooh," Applejack cried as she rolled onto her belly, facing away from Trixie.
"Gah," Trixie grunted in exasperation, "Quit your whining. I'm, like doing you such a big favor. You were, like," Trixie brought her front hooves within an inch of each other for emphases, "this close to getting fat. Or, like, more than you already are, Applefat!"
Applejack started gushing as she looked at her lean, working girl flanks. They were laced with sweat from a long days work, and so toned that they would give Rainbow Dash a run for her bits. All Applejack could do was ask herself how she could have let herself get so fat?! Before Applejack could grasp the full weight of her obesity, Trixie gave another annoyed grunt and Applejack could feel a harsh prodding of her marehood, "God, you're, like, wet," Trixie paused with a snort to further drive home her annoyance, "and you're getting it all over my barn!"
That one made Applejack think twice. "What do ya' mean your barn," Applejack asked, regaining some of her confidence. As her confidence started to return to her, she could feel a mugginess in the air and the heat in her nethers started to cool.
"Oh, em, gee," Trixie shot back, "I, like, saved your fatass twice now! You're lucky I'm not asking for this whole redneck farm. You're just pissy 'cause you're too big of a fatass to get a dick to fuck!"
That took the wind out of her sails. Her desire was dulling, but it wasn't gone, and now that Trixie put focus back to it, her nethers reignited, demanding that she resubmit herself to The Strong and Sexy Trixie.
While Applejack hesitated to apologize, Trixie reassured her dominance by laying atop her back, "Carry me back to your room, you bubble butt bitch!"
Applejack, not feeling ready to admit she was wrong, rose up, and started walking to the applecart obscured exit. When she got to the barn doors, she stopped to pick up one of Trixie's apples only to have it swatted out of her hoof, "I think you've had enough, Applefat," came Trixie's voice from above, and Applejack's nethers dampened ever so slightly.
Applejack nodded and moved on to walk, well, stumble really, Trixie wasn't the lightest mare in the world to begin with, but this new material she was made of made her feel like a burden; A sexy burden that Applejack seems to be unable to resist.
"Ugh," Trixie interrupted, "You're huffing is so annoying."
"Heavy..." Applejack said strained by both her arousal and the weight on her shoulders.
"Uh, like, try again Applefat."
"I'm weak."
"Bingo! All that fat's taking up muscle space, now pick up the pace before you get any fatter."
And so she did, but around halfway there, Applejack noticed that Trixie really quiet and started feeling weird on her shoulders. When she looked up, Applejack saw Trixie stiff as a board, as if she really was a statue all along. As she continued to walk, she wondered if it was all a figment of her imagination. Did she really just eat a fake apple because Trixie told her to? Did she really concede a barn to Trixie?
As these thoughts sprouted up, the mugginess in the air seemed to intensify and she became more aware of the sweet in her fur, but her southern bell never cooled, and she steadily dripped down the path and eventually all over the floor of her home. Then she found herself up the stairs of her house. She was about to open her door when Trixie reanimated, snapping to life and tugging on Applejacks hair, "Stop!"
"Huh?"
"Not that room," Trixie said and pointed to the door to Big Mack's room, "that one."
"Uh," Applejack paused, unsure what her brother has to do with this.
"Oh don't act so innocent," Trixie interrupted, "you barnyard rednecks do this all the time."
Applejack turned beet red as she thought through the implications, "I, don't-"
"Do you want dick or not?!" Trixie interrupted again, "Ugh, do I have to do everything myself!?"
Trixie then dismounted, knocked on Big Mack's door, and shouted, "Hay Bigmack, your sister needs you dick!"
A loud thud could be heard from beyond the door along with choking and a series of coughs.
"Applejack," Trixie whispered harshly, "get over here!" and waved her over.
Applejack, against her better judgment, remembered how correct Trixie's been recently and walked over. When she got there, Trixie spun her around so she was facing away from the door. The door only opened a crack, as Mack tentatively peaked into Trixie's world of crazy. What he saw was his sisters marehood, but that was only the tip of the iceberg. The smell was where the real shock was. The sent was appalling, yet intoxicating, and the poor stallion never stood a chance. His thoughts ground to a halt, he moved as if possessed as his eyes glazed over, and his member announced it'self in all its forbidden glory. His morals, his standards, even his gentle passivity were all meaningless under the influence of that overpowering scent.
Before Applejack even knew it, red hooves were on either side of her head, taking up a large chunk of her vision, and a throbbing log of flesh was on her back. What was left of her vision was taken up by Trixie's rightly smug face between those hooves. Applejack rolled her eyes up in anticipation.
"You didn't think I would leave you here alone, did you?" Applejack heard Trixie ask as Mack prepared to penetrate "I turn away for five minutes and you're off packing on pounds for the winter or some shit."
All Applejack could do was mone and gingerly press against her brothers front hooves with her own. Maybe, Applejack thought, that if she could delay for long enough, things will go back to normal. Things might just start making sense again. Maybe Trixie will say something to take away her confusion; she's been right before. Then Applejack thought back to Trixie shouting for her brother, and realized that she was right; Applejack needed her brother's dick. She didn't like the idea of it, her stubborn, condescending, "you sure you can handle that?" big brother as her lover, but she couldn't deny that she needed his dick, that would just be crazy.
The stalling couldn't last forever though, and soon her brother's member found its way to her virgin passage, but just before he penetrated, Mack pulled back. Trixie tackled Mack to the ground. Applejack looked back over her shoulder in confusion, not that she should have suspected anything standard at this point, but this wasn't just out of left field, this was downright contradictory. It didn't help that all this tension worked her up further.
"I knew you'ed find a way to screw it up!" Trixie mumbled harshly as she turned around, her glossy ass only exiting Big Macks member as she bent down to be eye level with said member. Then, in one swift motion, Trixie took his entire length into her mouth. Applejack watched in envy as she realized how badly she wanted her brother's dick. Trixie, just as quickly as she took Mack in, swiftly popped her mouth off of Mack's dick. A fine layer of spit was left behind, or so it seemed at first. On closer inspection, it looked more like a thick, see-through film that stretched with Big Macks rising and falling dick."Always use protection," Trixie said as she rose off of Applejacks brother, "Now hop on that dick before you get my perfect hooves dirty."
Finally at her breaking point, Applejack dived butt first onto Big Mack's dick and fully embraced her own madness. She started bouncing wildly on Big Mack's thrusting pelvis, moving patiently at the while.
"Uh, you're so loud!" Trixie whined, "You better not ruin my lipstick, bitch," and brought Applejacks favorite pair of lips to her face. Applejack leaned forward to kiss deeply but Trixie's lips wouldn't part. "Hmm?" Applejack thought that she made a mistake and tried to pull away, but her mouth wouldn't follow. Applejack was stuck to Trixie's lips by what had to be some kind of glue with her mouth wide open in an unreciprocated french kiss. Dispight her bizarre predicament, Applejack couldn't stop herself from licking Trixie's lips, and Trixie smiled devilishly through her pout. In a display of dominance, she stepped over Big Mack to face Applejack more directly, and knelt down low, forcing Applejack to ark forward and downward submissively. Applejack couldn't take anymore, the constant hammering of her pussy, and Trixie's... Trixieness, brought her over the edge. Applejack let out a muffled scream through Trixie's lips and came heavily, riding out the orgasm with spasmodic thrusts of her hips.
Just when she was ready to stop, Trixie pulled back, pulling Applejack in the process and used her hooves to position Big Mack's cock into Applejack's sphincter. Applejack let out a scream as her brother went in deep without any chance for her to prepare. Thankfully, Mack slowed his pace a little, but that didn't stop it from hurting like a hot coal searing her innards. It pain was intense but consistent so she could manage it. That was until Trixie's horn lit up and Applejack felt her muscles tensing on their own, and she soon regained her frantic pace again, against her own will.
Applejack thanked her lucky stars when she felt the warmth of Mack's load spread throughout her lower intestines. She didn't know if she could keep that up for long, but it was over. Or, at least, that's what she thought before Big Mack thrusted again, and her hips started moving in unpredictable patterns. Big Mack should have been in his refractory period, but that scent awakened his member like it was nothing, and Mack was back to full stamina in seconds.
"Mooh'! Soph!" Applejack shouted and screamed through Trixie's plastered on smile with tears welling up in her eyes. For hours the house was filled with Applejack's muffled cries and wails, her needs long scene satisfied. At the same time, a foul aroma began to overtake the farm, spreading throughout the field and orchards without a care as to who's noses it offends. Applejack never noticed though, she was too preoccupied by the never ending Big Mack ride.
Author's Note
Well, this was a trip to crazy town, but in a seriousness, I had a lot of fun writing this chapter; trying to see just how weird I can get in a cohesive narrative.🌬
Anyway, let me know if you enjoyed it, how I can do better (if you care to part with your tricks of the trade), and of any suggestions you have for my next victim or who it should be. Popularity does have sway, and I'm in no position to judge, so if you like what a commenter is suggesting, don't be afraid to upvote him, it goes a long way to his credibility.
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 go ing 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.
Trixie inspected her handy work in a rare moment of shrewdness. First Applejack's supernatural resilience, and now Fluttershy's soothing touch. Trixie then blinked. Fluttershy was the right word to describe her latest achievement, but where did it come from? She certainly never asked her name, as rude as that was. "Rude?" Trixie asked out loud, unable to contain herself with constant surprises, "now where had that come from?"
Trixie quickly quieted herself down when she noticed that the others were asleep as to not disturb them. 'This is getting out of hoof,' she thought to herself 'I need to fight it or I'll be as ineffectual as Fluttershy.'
Trixie trotted up to the mirror half expecting a terrible copy of Fluttershy starring back at her. "Ah. My sense of self reigns supreme," Trixie declared, having noticed no visual changes. However, her hoof steps were noticeably quieter on the hard-wood floor, implying her glossy surface had a little more give to it. Beyond that, the valley accent had been replaced with a slightly more palatable know-it-all tone.
"Now, if one of you is super tough, and another has healing powers, then that means that I'm not just helping myself by doing this. Not that it should matter, but I guess the moral high ground could come in handy."
"You betcha!" Came a startling response from Trixie's left.
"Gah!" Trixie tried to drag her heart rate back down from orbit to inspect the source of her terror to see a pink earth pony resting her front hooves over the doorway and sporting an innocent, ear-to-ear grin.
"Trixie is- how much did you see!?"
"Oh! I saw those two cutie-patooties napping together," the pink one said helpfully, "I was just out because I had a nightmare and granny-pie always said 'sugar before bed makes meanies in your head' but I ate that last cake anyway even though I shouldn't have and I knew I shouldn't have but it just tasted so good and I didn't want it to go bad because that's a big no-no back at the rock farm so when I woke up I hopped around to work off the sugar when I heard a shout and thought there was something scary here but it was just you, so I said 'Hi!', but you didn't listen, then-"
"Thank you for, like, the life story or whatever," Trixie cut in, trying not to let her head spin before she throat, "but I've got, like, the biggest problem right now." Trixie looked back the see that the mare was buying in harder than a tourist at a Saddlearabian merchant. "Like, my besties and I were totally having the best sleepover, but now they're, like, sleeping, and like, not having fun anymore. I could really use your help in saving this party?"
"A party in danger?!" the pink one exclaimed in disbelief before putting on a brave face and taking Trixie by the neck and promising, "Don't you worry! I'll get this party rolling again if my name isn't Pinkie Pie!" With her promise made, Pinkie shoved Trixie aside, hoisted a colorful cannon on wheels over the windowsill and into the cottage. The force of her toss took herself along with it and they both landed with a cartoonishly loud crash. The two resting on the couch, surprisingly enough, didn't even flinch. Pinkie saw this and thought. It would take more than the party cannon to bring these two back. Then an idea popped into her head, though it didn't sound at all like an idea that would come from her. Not in a million years, but there it was, so it had to be hers. It was outlandish, even by her standards, but who was she to dispute the party master that she was. Taking the idea as her own and knowing that it was good because it was Ponyvilles party pony that thought it up she trotted up to the couch, brought her muzzle up to Fluttershy's ear, took a deep breath, and blew right into her ear like it was a balloon. Trixie narrowed her eyes as Pinkie surprised herself at her efficacy but kept blowing. Pinkies idea had worked, Fluttershy's head grew as Pinkie worked her strange magic --if you could call it hers.
Meanwhile, Trixie was busy with her own magic. Upon inspection, Trixie found a bundle of confetti resting at the bottom of the cannon Pinkie had brought in. Then an idea popped into her head. It looked like Pinkie had already been affected by the same influence as everyone else. Trixie couldn't help but feel a little sympathy; as if they were in the same boat. It didn't make any sense. She was the actor and they were the subjects being acted on. The sands of time demanded action though and the cannon had potential. Trixie held out her hoof and a too shinny fruit cropped up from a small cyclone of deep blue petals. From afar the fruit looked genuine, but the rubbery texture betrayed its nature or lack thereof.
With similar gravitas to a cough, Trixie dropped the fruit into the cannon and let loose her blend on the cannon's aspect of party. Trixie knew the fruit was at work from the rumbling from within the cannon. What devilish surprise was brewing?
"Pinkie," came from the couch. Fluttershy's brain had caught up to what was happening to her head and asked at a volume she thought ponies normally shout at, "What are you doing?!"
"Hm hm hm," Pinkie started, then seeing as she couldn't talk with her muzzle to Fluttershy's ear released its seel and tried again, "I don't know!"
"Hm," Trixie interjected, "She seems awake up here," Trixie gestured to her head, "Not so much down here," Trixie then pointed to her crotch, deciding to have a little fun with Pinkie's naivety. Sure as tax season Pinkie gave a salute and dove right in for the most literal blow job Equestria had ever seen.
Fluttershy meanwhile was under a lot of pressure. Scratch that. She was outside the pressure, or maybe she was the pressure. It was too hard to figure out. She knew her ears were holding everything in like dam walls holding back a too tall flood. They'd buckle eventually; the real question was when. That was all she knew about it as her thoughts were so far away from each other. It was like her mind was stretched just as far as her head. On top of that, all the air wasn't staying still. It was bouncing around, bumping her brain just when she got any focus to jostle her right back into confusion.
"I can't think," was easy enough for her to say, so she settled for that. "I can't think," then she repeated herself when she forgot. Then Pinkie breathed and the new priority was a perfect fit for Fluttershy's hamstrung mind: lean into the pleasure? Pressure? Better do both just in case.
Her open-mouthed stare was replaced with a dopey smile. Her belly was getting more taunt as it grew out with a steady creaking until it resembled a yellow teddy bear. Her head was also getting rounder. Complicated shapes sunk into a general roundness. She felt a burp building up and reflexively sucked in air only for her mouth to seal shut, trapping the air in and adding to the pressure.
Pinkie was showed no signs of stopping. Fluttershy's delight was evident from a sudden discharge from her steadily dripping sex. She probably would have filled the room if Trixie hadn't put a hoof on Pinkie's shoulder.
"Wooo!" Pinkie let out, cheeks flush from exertion, "Sorry, I got a smidge carried away."
Something about AJ resting didn't sit well with Trixie. So, she was about to direct Pinkies attention hoping to wake AJ up again for yet more stimulation when Pinkie interrupted "Oh, I forgot the decorations!"
She then zipped over to her party cannon just as it stopped trembling, and pressed the button. With a single undulation, the room transformed into a perversion of juvenile decorations. Most of the balloons were reshaped into disembodied penises, teats, and lips all of varying colors and sizes. The ones that were shaped normally had spirals that were very distracting and hearts that felt more appealing than they looked. Most of the streamers were a little thicker and looked like they had a sugar coating while others were solid black and so thin that they disappeared from sight at certain angles. The ribbons that hung from wall to wall seemed to be the only thing innocent about the new senary.
Pinkie bounded about eating the candy streamers out of the sky while the black streamers clung to her form. "Okay, now for the music." When Pinkie finally landed, she was adorned with messages like 'eye's back there' on her forehead and an arrow pointing down to her plot. Another on her left butt cheek read 'redder is better!' and another on her side read 'Funzone!'. The streamers never got close to Trixie though. Likely respecting their master.
A succinct series of squeaks sapped Trixie's scenes.
With a simple crane of the neck, an embarrassed-looking Applejack could be seen, not on the couch, but balancing atop Fluttershy.
When Applejack's eyes met Trixie's, she could feel her heart being tugged in the magician's direction. Deep down Applejack knew these feelings were artificial. Just like Trixie's shiny lips that beg to be licked like candy, her sticker cutmarks that made her flanks 'pop', her smile that promised only the cheapest thrills. Being enthralled --giving in to such an obvious trap. It was all so bewitching. 'If I don't resist,' Applejack rationalized, hoping reason could solve the puzzle of her desires, 'what would that make me?' The thought, Applejack's last bastion, only served to further enthrall her.
"Oh! You're awake!" Pinkie announced as she paraded her perverted plethora of personal print, "Aw, and you're playing with Fluttershy! Well, don't be shy! Balloons are for bouncing!"
"Pinkie, I don't think that's a good idea," Applejack found it a lot easier to disagree with Pinkie.
"Is there a problem hayseed?" Trixie butted in, her disdain for Applejack's profession --her identity-- only exciting Applejack further.
Applejack gave an experimental jump, not wanting to hurt Fluttershy only to get a pleasant squeak in response. She was going to jump again only to find her hooves glued to her balloon. She looked down to see a clear substance was the culprit. She had only now noticed that the inflated legs on either side of her were hind legs. Fluttershy had grown so large that Applejack could easily fit all four hoves on her 'fun-button', as Pinkie might put it. The thought of being bound to Fluttershy's pleasure made Applejack shiver. She then bounced in earnest.
"Now we're cookin'!" Pinkie exclaimed over the creaking pleasure, "Now all we need is the right music. What do you think Trixie?... Trixie?!"
With Pinkie announcing her confusion into thin air, the magician in question had already made her escape into the new dawn. This time, her aim would take her deeper into town. However, she was interrupted in her orange-illuminated stride by the hawk-eyed Rainbow Dash. Without the alicorn amulet's misdirection, she recognized her true rival and the other side to her coin.
"What are you doing up at this hour," She interrogated with one wide eye and an incredulous tone, "And you're pretty far from the farm," she added on with an exacerbation to the word 'pretty' for emphasis.
Author's Note
Well, here I am again, gravitating back to this project. I try my audience's patience at my own parrel.
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Author's Note
Okay, things to clarify: the diaper scene is labeled, but it is relevant to the story. It's used like any other piece of clothing, so no need to worry about that. It's weird, even for the tone I've already established.
Well, the story's not going to read itself. Go on then.
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Twilight was drawn to a close. Its uncertainty gave way to definitive dawn. Miss. Sparkle bore witness, but only in passing. The morning rituals bound her to the mundane. It was a frantic knocking at the door that lured her away from her chores. Said door opened to reveal an exhausted bunny. Twilight was confused at first, until, "Oh stars!" recognition meet her.
It was still early morning when Angle bunny took a break from eating the greens Spike prepared. He was having trouble making out Anele's miming, especially for his still-blurred, morning vision. The thing started with miming a unicorn as if that would do anything to narrow down the ponies that could be involved. Next, he portrayed a pony on top of another, but one was facing the wrong way, and then- He found himself in the Golden Oakes' basement.
Twilight whipped some sweat off her brow and thanked the stars for the practice she made with teleportation. Spike was due for 'the talk', but that could wait until after the crisis.
"So, let me get this straight," Twilight said as she rubbed her temple, "Somepony barged into Fluttershy's room and-" she paused, "had their way with her."
A simple nod from Angle demoralized Twilight who responded with a sigh and a lament of the lack of normalcy in her life, but waisted no time cantering over to her friend's cottage.
The interruption in Trixie's stride was getting impatient at her lack of answers, "A stroll? You? At the crack of dawn?"
"Care to join me?"
Rainbow Dash was very tempted to say no, but she sounded so genuine. Besides, it'd be best to keep an eye on her when she can.
However, upon her approach, she noticed an unnatural shine on Trixie. A furless blue canvas. And her sticker cutie marks were another surprise. As she strode, Rainbow Dash had not even realized she had been tracing that hunger-inducing, heart outline until she heard a whistle.
When Trixie turned, Rainbow gave her a look that asked for an explanation.
"Do you whistle all the mares you meet?" She asked, only to compound Rainbow's confusion.
"What?" she asked with a crack in her voice. A crack that reminded her of something that demanded her attention.
"Isn't that precious? You don't even realize."
Finally, the truth made itself known to Rainbow. She was the whistler. The realization had little meaning though, as Rainbow had better things to occupy her mind with. A great and powerful annexation by Trixie's derriere took precedent. Like most conquests, this one was messy. The slime of passion was steadily dripping out Rainbowdash's own backside.
Rainbow never noticed the strangeness of Trixie's tale as it compressed itself into a single shiny strap. The presence of pressure around her neck was equally irrelevant. Not even the white leather leash binding her to never stray from her watch over Trixie's bounty. "That's what mama likes to see, Dashy," Trixie lovingly encouraged "You know exactly what to look for in a mare."
"It's all about the ass," she hypnotically continued, "That's how you tell who the best pony is."
Dashy found herself nodding along. As she nodded, the leash tightened, as if to reward her with a better view she was still too nervous to take for herself.
"Oh, but ponies that aren't so good need to do what the good ponies say."
Another nod. Another reward.
Trixie stopped, but Dashy didn't. Trixie felt Dash bounce off her jiggling right cheek. A slight laugh escaped her at the idea that Dashy could miss the honey-pot while under such focus. Dashy tried to correct her mistake only to feel a sharp tug at her neck, "No, no, no, Dashy," that condescending, pussy-poping tone of voice, "You were always right. It's the cheeks you want. You want to kiss and lick and press against mama's fun-pillows."
So she did. A hug turned into a massage over that glorious texture. When the feeling overwhelmed her, she gave long licks up the cheeks and shuddered at the sight of it jiggling back into place. Trixie could not contain her mirth when Dashy escalated to a full-blown makeout session with her ass.
"No," Trixie finally stated at the end of her laughter. Dashy had only realized that her hoof was hard at work pleasing her cunt when Trixie's command made her yank it back into a standing position. That act of restraint begot another. Taking a step back, she switched to giving gentle kisses and watching with hunger at every ripple following her contact.
"Mama loves to see you obeying better ponies."
Dashy's hind-heart throbbed and thrashed in frustration. A subservient mare would have left it at that; resigned herself to pleasure a 'better' pony at the expense of her 'worse' self. Lo, it is not in her nature to give up. So, she looked within her ego for a way out as she let her body automatically perform its responsibility to Trixie's ass.
[Diaper]
A dialogue formed within her mind. 'Trixie's ass was great,' Dashy admitted. It was a necessary inch of ground to give up in order to regroup the rest of her mind. 'Yes,' a primal part of her agreed, 'But it could be better.' Her civilized parts scoffed. They could not believe how ungrateful, how spoiled, or how disrespectful Dashy's primal side was. Her ego, just eager to get out from under Trixie's ~~hoof~~ ass, begged her primal side to point out any flaw it could. 'It wasn't shiny enough' her primal side explained sagely. Her higher functions answered with a request that we polish it more diligently.
Dashy was starting to get frustrated at how long she had been eating Trixie's ass. 'We shouldn't half too,' her primal mind realized. 'If it secreted a lotion-like substance, then it would never tarnish, and the view wouldn't be exclusive to the polisher.' Her higher functions had no answer to that, but the ego did feel a draft on her own backside. 'Also, it is big, but it could be bigger. Something of this grandeur should be as difficult to miss as possible. It should stick out even among a shifting crowd. Finally, it had very little audio sensation to it. It squeaked and groaned like a lover in the throes of passion, but it wasn't loud enough and was silent when it wasn't being diligently loved,' like Dashy was doing right now. Her primal mind's concerns would become a bigger problem if she were to ever resign as Ass Polisher.
Finally, all parties within her agreed, to be a better pony than Trixie, her ass would need to be: constantly shiny, stand out enough to be unmissable, and maybe a little softer, if she could manage; something ponies could really bury their faces in. With that, Dashy felt her center of mass shift. That must have been it. The debate within her had manifested by some unknown mechanism. Trixie had not allowed her to look away, but Rainbow was confident that she was the better pony now. Having outcompeted her mistress, Rainbow slipped out of Trixie's leash-tale and beheld her achievement.
A sheen of plastic gleamed around her soft diaper and advertised her inspiration with Trixie's cutiemark. Its mass of goodness cradled her from her tail all the way past her belly. Even her wings were engulfed, but it wasn't such a big loss as her diaper lifted her into the air. Whatever exactly was giving her lift was at the edge of her giant diaper, keeping her upright. With all her weight focused on her pride and joy, she noticed a pleasant humming stoking her burning need. The sound from the vibrations never escaped the terrific padding, keeping them secret. That was about as far as the secrets went. Endless crickeling cascaded from her butt, begging to be known. When she gave it an experimental squeeze, she felt soothing baby oil coat her forelegs. Now the shine of her diaper would never dull, and it felt nice to touch as if anypony needed another reason.
[Diaper]
With not an ounce of speed lost, Rainbow shot into town. One pony was not an audience worthy of Rainbow's posterior. She needed dozens of hooves on that big butt.
When the shock finally wore off, Trixie broke down into rolling laughter. It took some time to chortle through the absurdity before following her into town, "Of all the things to happen. First thing in the morning, and I've already broken my record for crazy."
While chaos entered the town, the orderly Twilight left. She was in such a hurry that she forwent Fluttershy's small bridge in favor of a more direct leap over the brook. She had already formulated every step she could to put a halt to whatever violation had befallen her friend. All that was preventing her from solving the problem, as she perceived it, was her distance from it.
What Twilight could not have known was the cacophony that awaited her on the destination of her teleport beyond Fluttershy's door.
The decorations were first to filter through her mind. Heart balloons were a little suspect. The- Twilight's eyes narrowed at the phallic balloon. "Was that supposed to be somepony's-? What the hay was going on in here?!" Her eyes then grazed a swirly balloon and when she tried to move on they refused to stray. Instead, she had to follow an arm of the spiral all the way around and around until her eyes were let loose at the edge- "Welcome to our Fluttershy par-!"
"Gah!" Twilight lept along with her heart. She was briefly reminded of a crocodile waiting in a water hole. "Pinkie!" She spoke through gasps, "You! Need! To! Be! More! Subtle!"
"Sorry, Twiliy Wiliy! I'm just so excited to finally get to throw Fluttershy a party without it being her birthday!"
"Ah, not again," Twilight interrupted as her eyes caught another spiral balloon.
"What? I thought you loved my Fluttershy parties. Look how much fun she's having!"
"I'd love to, especially since that's why I'm here, but this stupid balloon. I'm about a third through, give me a moment." As Twilight spoke she sounded more distant and lazy with her inflection. The idea that Fluttershy was having fun stuck in her mind.
Once she was out, instead of risking another trip down spiral lane, she kept her eyes closed, "Can you guide me over Pinkie? I don't want to look at another balloon."
"Okie Dokie, Twilight! I know my Fluttershy parties aren't for everypony, that's why they're Fluttershy parties and not everypony parties."
"Ah!" When Twilight finally opened her eyes, she was shocked again to see the plastered-on grin of a shinny Fluttershy balloon. "No, Pinkie. I'm looking for the real Fluttershy," Twilight explained. She sounded a little more condescending than she wanted to, but Pinkie would understand. She closed her eyes expecting to be led somewhere else.
"Oh, but I am the real Fluttershy," came the low-pitched, sing-song voice she had come to know and love. When she opened her eyes again, she saw the smile was different. It was still just as manic, but her teeth weren't barred this time, and her eyes focused on her own. Now that she looked for longer she noticed it was rocking back and forth rhythmically. It gave the illusion of her dopey smile getting larger and smaller as it rocked closer and further from Twilight's eyes. Her head also seemed much larger. Well, her whole body seemed larger, as Twilight gazed across her friend's swollen curves. Suddenly things made a lot more sense. The rocking back and forth, that strange instrument in the music, the story of Angle bunny was trying to get across; All of it had an answer.
That answer was Applejack bounding on Fluttershy's intimate area like a trampoline.
"I'm dreaming!" She blurted out, "That's the only reason you all would be okay with this- whatever you call this! I'll be awake soon, and forget all about this in moments!"
"Oh, ah," She squeaked out in the throws of passion, "this is a dream come true, Twilight! But, mhm, I don't think you un-understand. Ha." Fluttershy felt like she was a lot more used to her current state. Her thoughts were still so bouncy, and slippery, and full of energy, but she felt like she could catch up if she did some bouncing of her own. "Please come a little, oh, closer. I, ha, can explain." Fluttershy had some doubts if those words were really hers, but couldn't keep up with the follow-up thoughts. She wasn't quite ready to catch those yet.
Twilight, still holding some instinctual trust for her friends, did in fact lean closer, "Pinkie, hm hm hm," Fluttershy said, "could you give her a little push."
"Wha-" was all she could say before she was muffled by the inside of Fluttershy's mouth. It felt very smooth and soft, like a slightly underinflated balloon. Twilight tried to escape, only for her rear to be held firm by Pinkie.
"Ha, hitthle har-er hleas," Fluttershy mumbled around Twilight's head.
"Eye, eye party girl!"
Twilight tried to ignite her horn for a teleport, only to sputter as Fluttershy's interior shocked it, disrupting magic her built-up magic and sabotaging the spell. She kicked, but with Pinkie's entire upper body pressed to her rear, something Twilight tried not to think about, let alone the fact that she's being trapped in her good friend Fluttershy's belly, there was nothing in range to kick. Down her throat, Twilight was snaked through. With a mighty gulp, Twilight was ushered into the apex of pressure. Within Fluttershy's belly, Twilight was enraptured in a hug from all angles, even the ones that really shouldn't be involved in a hug.
"Oh, I think, oh yes," Twilight could hear from all around her, muffled by the excessive air padding around her, "she's stuck. Could you pretty please-" she stopped to give a loud shrill of satisfaction which Twilight failed to shut out, "go down to help her along?"
"Oh, a trip through the bouncy house? Yes please!"
The giggling ball of energy slid down with enthusiasm. When she reached Twilight, who was being rocked along with Fluttershy's body, she went to push her butt instead of the legs that were closer. Twilight then wondered if this was Pinkie's way of hitting on her. She didn't seem to have any interest in Applejack and Fluttershy.
Instead of going further down, she was pushed up and around into a U-turn so she was resting on her back, not that gravity meant much in this grip. What did matter was that her own love button was directly beneath Applejack's hooves, sending Fluttershy's subsurface to rub her virginity. With Twilight locked in, Pinkie snaked her way out through some way Twilight couldn't guess.
Here, Shy's pressure was so thick that Twilight's limbs were pinned and slowly forced to spread out. She was amazed that she could still breathe. Some method had to be in place to leek out some of Fluttershy's air into her inner chamber. Thankfully, her friend was pretty transparent, bathing her world in a solid yellow. The smell brought her mind to an obscure substance. This had to be some form of latex that was more elastic and transparent. Resin-rubber was rare enough, let alone this variant. Whoever had created this curse must have been quite an expert herbalist, which would explain why she would go after Fluttershy first. "And a massive pervert!" Twilight shouted as the constant rubbing against her marehood recaptured her attention along with Fluttershy's perverted chorus and all the decorations. What most engendered her blush had to be her friend Pinkie's markings. It was clear that whoever was behind this had gotten to her too, as opposed to the theory of 'Pinkie just being Pinkie' she was running on before.
Twilight, not having anything else to do, drank in the ridicule Pinkie wore so casually. When her eyes read 'Eye's back here,' they had to obey, much like the spiral balloon. Her eyes followed the arrow, across her body all the way to her butt. This time there was no spiral to led her out. The culprit must have been an expert in psychological curses as well as physical. The analysis had ended there, though, and Twilight was forced to live in the reality of being pinned down by one of her friends, molested by another, and forced to visually molest yet another. And then Pinkie started dancing, dragging Twilights eyes with every movement of her butt.
), infantilization, Foot, and more obscure ones as I start running out of ideas.