Cherry on Top

by Wandering Pigeon

Rating: mature
Tags: Applejack, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Porn, Fetish, Cherry Jubilee, Sex
Length: 5724

Applejack can't hack it as a cherry farmer, but Ms. Jubilee has... other things she might be good at in mind.

Applejack's stint as a cherry farmer hasn't gotten off to a good start. She's even in danger of overworking herself. Time for her boss, Cherry Jubilee, to step in and help a tired mare relax a little.

...Or a lot.

Warning: contains diapers, diaper usage, ABDL themes, and sexual themes.

Published 2019-06-07 17:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-06-07 17:10:01 UTC

Pretty Please

Bucky McGillycuddy and Kicks McGee were exhausted. Applejack wasn’t far behind them.

She gave the tree behind another strong buck, only for a handful of cherry’s to piddle into the buckets next to her. They were half full. The tree wasn’t even half empty. Applejack groaned.

Cherry bucking was a whole other beast compared to apple bucking. Apples were heavy; they practically begged to fall off their branches. But cherries? They were light enough that it took more than a strong kick to shake them free. Applejack had been hammering away at trunks for hours and barely had anything to show for it.

She paused to suck in air. Grabbing her hat, she wiped it across her sweaty forehead, only for new water to appear a second later. “Phew.”

She slapped her hat back on and brought her leg down before she could fall. Her hind legs were too wobbly to support her right now. They still hummed with the shockwaves of her kicks. “Come on,” she rasped. “One more.”

Legs up. Legs flying.

Bucky and Kicks make contact, shaking the mighty tree trunk. A few new cherry’s donked into the buckets. Applejack collapsed.

“Landsakes,” she mumbled into the grass. The blades tickled her snout, and she snorted them away. She wanted to get back up, but her hind legs were throbbing something fierce. Maybe it was best to wait for them to calm down some first. It was better than thudding into the dirt again.

With a groan, she reached up and brought her Stetson down to cover her eyes. Behold, the mighty apple farmer, she thought to herself in shame. Bested by a cherry tree.

How had it come to this? She could buck an entire orchard’s worth of apple trees before needing to crawl back home to rest. Yet half an acre of cherries was enough to do her in?

Must be slippin’, she decided. Made sense. How else could she fail so hard at the Equestria Rodeo Competition? Not even a single blue ribbon to call her own, and now not even a single acre of trees cleared.

I’ll never get the money to fix up the town hall at this rate, she bemoaned. I’ll be lucky if Cherry don’t fire me by the end of the week.

“Applejack?”

Her whole body stiffened. Make that the end of the day.

Shamefully, Applejack pulled her hat from her face. The rim gave way to Cherry Jubilee, her new boss. A boss who just caught her employee slacking on the job.

Common wisdom would say that Cherry was mad at her. Applejack knew if she found a farm hoof slumped over in the dirt she’d holler the roof off a barn to whip them back into shape. But that didn’t seem to be the case here. Cherry’s brow was wrinkled with worry, her lips tightening as she bent down to meet Applejack at eye level.

Applejack fought against weak muscles to keep that from happening. “Sorry Ma’am. I was just… I’ll get back to work now.” She slipped, ending up back in the dirt. “Consarnit,” she hissed under her breath.

“You look exhausted.” Cherry lifted Applejack’s hat, inspecting the ocean of sweat on her forehead. “Are you alright?”

“Fine,” Applejack mumbled. “I’m fine, I just—”

“You’re not fine,” Cherry declared, almost as though she was deciding for Applejack. Her tone lightened for a playful jab. “I guess cherry picking was a bit tougher than you expected after all.”

Orange ears flopped down. Applejack remembered the bravado with which she’d strutted into the field not three hours earlier. “Guess so,” she swallowed.

Cherry offered a hoof, one Applejack was in no position to refuse. She pulled her to all fours and let the orange legs sway as they tried to stay upright. “I believe it’s time you took a break.”

Applejack shook her head. “No way.” If she took a break on top of her already slow pace she’d never finish. And if she never finished, she’d never make up all the money she needed to fix up town hall. And if that was the case then… then...

The weight on her shoulders finally tipped her. Next thing Applejack knew her cheek was buried in the fluff of Cherry’s chest. The cream-colored coat was so soft…

“Ah!” Steam rushed out of her ears. Applejack’s face was beet-red as she pulled away from her boss’s chest. “I am so sorry, Mrs. Jubilee! I didn’t mean—”

A chuckle cut her off. “It’s okay, Sweetie Pie.” Cherry cupped Applejack’s chin with her hoof. Not an uncommon gesture from the mare. Nor was the nickname for that matter. But neither helped quell Applejack’s blush. “Come. I know how to help a hard working mare relax.”

“R-Right.” Applejack was in no position to argue. But she tried anyway. “What about this one tree, though?” she asked, pointing back to her half finished job. “I can’t leave this one as is. Wouldn’t be right.”

Cherry rolled her eyes. She brought up a single hind leg, and struck the trunk behind them. The tree rattled, forcing all the remaining cherries down to the ground. Along with Applejack’s jaw.

“And by the way, Applejack,” Cherry added. “It’s just Miss Jubilee. Not Missus.”

“Okay.” The word was a squeak.

Thoroughly humbled, Applejack followed Ms. Jubilee back to Cherry Hill’s main house. More than a few times she needed to lean against the mare just to catch her breath, but Cherry never complained. But her constant refrain of “Take your time, Sweetie Pie” and “Just breathe” only put another dent in Applejack’s ego.

Maybe I should switch to workin’ at the factory side of things, Applejack thought. She could spare herself the humiliation next time by powering the conveyor belt or something.

When they finally reached the house, Applejack was ready to collapse. They both knew it too. Cherry had practically carried Applejack for the last stretch.

“You’re lucky my room’s on the first floor,” Cherry told her. “No stairs between you and a nice, warm bed.”

“I don’t need to sleep,” Applejack protested. “Just let me sit down for a few minutes and I’ll be good to go.”

Cherry tsked. “Applejack, I think we both know you’re done for the day. Now I don’t mind letting you borrow my bed one bit, so get some rest.”

“But—”

“Some real rest,” she snapped. This wasn’t a request.

But Applejack was a stubborn pony. And maybe it was the blow her pride took from the rodeo competition, or the recently disproved assumption that Cherry was little more than a fussy socialite who couldn’t handle farmwork on her own, but she was feeling particularly stubborn today.

“I’m goin’ back to work in a minute.” Applejack pushed herself off of Cherry. She wobbled, but she was stable. She blinked away the sweat encroaching on her eyes. “I’m fine, ma’am. See?”

Cherry saw. And judging by her face, she didn’t like what she saw one bit. She brought up her hoof, and gently nudged Applejack. The farmer ended up on her backside before she could blink. “Oh…”

Cherry stood over Applejack, her soft features now stern. “I’m not going to let you overwork yourself, dear. Now, you have two options here. Either you take your nap like a good little girl, or I rely on more drastic measures to make sure you relax.”

Applejack actually gulped. Why did she suddenly feel like a child being scolded by her mother? And why did that make her actually want to do what Cherry said? She shook her head.

“Ms. Jubilee, I really do ‘preciate that you’re looking out for me, but I’m telling you I’m fine.” She tried to stand up and ended up helping her case a lot by failing miserably and ending up on her plot again. “Okay?”

Cherry just sighed. “Drastic measures it is then.”

Before Applejack could complain, Cherry took her hoof and pulled. Applejack was forced to all fours, and led forward. She stumbled, unable to keep up in her tired state and much too weak to break free of Cherry’s grip. Eventually, Applejack submitted to the idea that she was going to be forced to sleep.

There are worse things, she grumbly thought to herself. Just can’t think of any right now.

Cherry brought her through a new door, revealing a lavish bedroom to the tired mare. Applejack hardly noticed the frilly rug, the heart-shaped vanity, or the cherry patterned wallpaper.. Even the translucent pink canopy surrounding the bed hardly registered. Instead, she honed in on the curtain like opening of the silk, revealing honest to goodness mattress.

Her muscles all seemed to start aching at once. Applejack couldn’t ignore it, her exhaustion.

She shook her head, but couldn’t shake the fatigue. “Okay,” she mumbled to herself. “Maybe I’ll lie down for a few minutes.”

“That’s… progress.” Cherry pulled Applejack into the room. She let go, leaving the poor farmpony to sway on limbs that barely supported her. “But I told you already, dear. You’re done for the day.”

“Am not,” Applejack fired back, the effort nearly knocking her over.

Cherry strolled forward. “You are.” She patted the quilted comforter. “Now climb up here. If you can that is.”

Rising to the taunt, Applejack shuffled toward the bed. She felt the magnetic pull of the mattress, but was still repelled by the idea of actually falling asleep. It was just shy of noon, how could she call herself a farmer if she went to bed now? But if Cherry insisted she could at least rest her legs for a spell.

Somehow she scaled the edge of the bed and flopped onto her belly. A groan escaped her, pressed from her snout without consent by the softness of the bed. Her body sank a good inch into the fluffy comforter before a quietly firm mattress stepped in for stability’s sake.

A chuckle made her ears flick. “Still not tired, are we?” Cherry asked.

Applejack opened her eyes. She hadn’t even realized they’d been closed. Rolling onto her back she found her boss’s face. “No,” she grumbled, too indignantly.

Cherry feigned a sigh. “You’re just like a fussy filly who doesn’t want to be put down for her nap, you know that?”

Applejack growled at the condescension. But before she could muster up the energy to respond, Cherry knelt down out of view. Applejack furrowed her brow, but wasn’t in the mood to sit up and find her. Her ears did flick, however, when the heavy scrapping sounds of wood on wood hit them. Cherry was pulling something out from under the bed.

“There we go.” A metal latch clicked as it opened. “Now to get you nice and comfy.”

“Beg pardon?” Applejack remembered Cherry mentioning something about “drastic measures” earlier. She had a feeling this was it.

Cherry reappeared. “Now I have a feeling you’ll be… hesitant to try this, Applejack. But I assure you this will help you out with your nap time.”

A raised eyebrow wrinkled her forehead. “What is it?”

“It’s nothing bad, I promise.”

“What is it?”

“You’ll probably enjoy it by the end, most ponies do.”

“What. Is. It.” Their conversation was square-dancing around in circles at this point.

Cherry Jubilee cleared her throat and lifted a white square into view. “Raise your legs for me, Sweetie Pie.”

The sight and the request combined in Applejack’s mind, churning out the only possible explanation in her head. “Now wait just a second!” she scuttled up. “Is that a—”

Cherry’s hoof met her chest, and held her in place. “Yes, Applejack. This is exactly what you think it is.”

Applejack tried to push herself up further but met too much resistance. Her eyes stayed locked on the… the thing in Cherry’s hoof. “Well what the hay do you expect to do with that?”

“Lie down.” Cherry pushed, gently, to get Applejack back on her back. “You know, if you had just agreed to take the rest of the day off like you were told we wouldn’t need to do this.”

“Alright, fine!” Applejack’s hind legs squirmed away as Cherry unfolded the crinkly garment. “I’ll go to sleep already!”

Cherry shook her head, clicking her tongue. “Sweetie Pie, I think we both know you’re too stressed and too stubborn to actually get some proper rest right now.” She laid the torture device on the bed. “But this will fix that, trust me.”

“Trust you? You’re trying to put a d—” she shuddered. “A that on me!”

“It’s a diaper, Applejack,” Cherry said, finally naming the thing. “And it's not going to bite you.”

Her snout scrunched. “Ms. Jubilee, you’re asking me to do something mighty weird, I reckon you know that.”

“I do.” Cherry climbed onto the bed. Applejack seemed to shrink as her boss slowly came to stand over her. “Applejack, I know you’re exhausted. I know you’re stressed out. I know you’re still a little sore about walking away from the rodeo without a blue ribbon.” Applejack looked away, but a hoof to her cheek brought her attention back to Cherry. This time with a light blush creeping in. “But I promise you all I want to do is help you relax. Will you trust me?”

“U-Uh…” This was crazy. Applejack had suffered a few blows to her pride lately, but she wasn’t going to let that be enough to get her in a diaper. For Celestia’s sake, the cursed garment was lain out right next to her hips, all poofy and fluffy-like. It would make her look like a giant filly!

Cherry pulled away, sensing her reservation still. “How about this. Go along with my little idea, and I’ll see to it that you’re still paid for a full day of work.”

“N—” Applejack caught herself. The more money she made, the sooner she could go home to Ponyville. As humiliating as wearing a diaper sounded… it certainly beat dragging herself back out to the orchard in her current state. She was in no shape to buck trees. “Well…”

Cherry smiled. They both knew that was a close to a “yes” as Applejack was going to get. She slid off the bed, and retrieved the waiting diaper, getting it ready to go underneath a pair of orange flanks.

Applejack still hesitated. She didn’t care if this was some kind of strange relaxation method, it was still a diaper. One Cherry seemed weirdly insistent on getting her in, on top of that. How was she even supposed to relax while wearing one? She doubted she’d catch a wink of sleep, for fear somepony might wander by and catch her looking like a foal.

The edge of the diaper nudged her hind hooves. “Legs up,” Cherry said.

Applejack whined in the back of her throat. But she couldn’t back out, not with her day’s pay on the line. Her legs went up… and down. Lead-filled from her sheer exhaustion. There was no way she’d be able to hold them up for a change.

Cherry recognized her failure with a giggle. “Here.” She lifted Applejack’s legs with a hoof.

Applejack refused to meet her gaze as the diaper slid under her waiting hindquarters. She did, however, blush wildly when she felt her tail being threaded through the hole in the back of the diaper. When her legs were finally allowed to lower, the threat of the diaper became a lot more tangible.

It was so… soft. Applejack’s plot sank into it deeper than her body into the bed. The material crinkled loudly, letting the blush gain ground across her face.

This is crazy, she thought. Why am I doing this? She squirmed as much as her aching muscles would let her, a whine escaping her muzzle.

“Applejack,” Cherry chastised. “It’s not that bad.”

“Speak for yourself,” Applejack fired back. She wasn’t the one getting padding enclosed over her waist.

The folds of the diaper came down over her one by one. Plush fluff invaded Applejack’s pelvis, and she actually squeaked. While it only grazed her marehood, for a brief moment the intermingle sent sparks through her.

Now her whole face was red.

Cherry barely noticed. Or at least she pretended not to. She was busy taping down the diaper, ensuring it’s tight hug around Applejack’s plot was never ending. When her work was done she took a step back to admire the pillow she’d just strapped between Applejack’s thighs. Meanwhile Applejack was left to get used to her spread gait, the soft, groping touch, and her crinkly new friend.

She hated it.

She hated it.

She hated it. She hated it. She hated it. She definitely hated it.

“I’ve changed my mind.” Her hooves went for the tapes. “You don’t have to pay me for the whole day, Ms. Jubilee. I’ll just—”

“Shhhhhhh.” Cherry leaned back in. Her hoof pressed into the crotch of Applejack’s diaper, exploring the poofiness to the tune of loud, unwanted crinkles.

Pink red pink red pink red. Applejack’s face couldn’t settle on a color. Cherry was pushing the fluffy layers of the diaper deep into Applejack’s marehood. Unbidden lust ignited in the orange mare, as her most intimate areas revelled in the attention. Even if she wasn’t.

“M-M-M-Ms. Jubilee…” Applejack stammered. Her hooves darted away from the diaper’s tapes and up to cover her snout. What was happening? What was her boss doing?

Cherry’s face pulled in without invitation. “I told you I’d help you relax, Sweetie Pie. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Yes…

NO!

“Ms. Jubilee—EEEE—eeee!” The older mare’s hoof dove into the diaper. Poofy padding explored the inside of Applejack’s marehood now.

“There’s no need for such formality between us, Applejack,” Cherry whispered huskily.

“I think there should be,” Applejack squeaked. Weak as she was she tried to pull away. She wouldn’t have been successful if Cherry hadn’t let her.

“Applejack.” Cherry’s voice softened. “I promised I would help you relax. Perhaps it seems a little unorthodox to you—”

“Unorthodox?!” The padding was only just now relenting. “I’ll say!”

“Yes, well…” Cherry sighed. “If you are uncomfortable, I won’t force you.”

Applejack swallowed. That was… a relief. But she had no idea how doing that was going to help her relax. If anything now she was all riled up, shameful as it was to admit. Her marehood tingled with the memory of pressure, of padding.

Of Cherry.

“You shouldn’t have just done that,” Applejack murmured, eyes away. “You should’ve said something first.”

“I’m sorry.”

Applejack tried to bring her legs together. She felt so vulnerable, with them spread out while she was still on her back. But just the effort wrinkled the padding against her body again. Her legs stiffened away before the sensation could take her again. As scared as it made her, it did feel nice.

“How was…” Applejack caught herself, but it was too late to back out of it now. “How was that supposed to be relaxin’?”

Cherry smiled a smile that fishermares got when they hooked a line. “Come now, you’ve never had the urge to rub one in after a hard day’s work?”

If Applejack’s face got any hotter she would melt. What kind of question was that?

Cherry giggled at her discomfort. “This is just an extension of that. The diapers… help.” Now she finally blushed herself. “And so does having a partner.”

“You meant that type of relaxin’.” Applejack felt a flutter in her gut. “With you.”

The horseshoe was on the other hoof; Cherry could no longer meet Applejack’s gaze. “What can I say? You caught my eye at the rodeo.”

“You’ve been planning this?” Applejack chewed her cheek.

“I’d hoped for this,” Cherry amended. Was it really any better? “But I didn’t dream I get the… opportunity so early.”

Applejack didn’t like acknowledging that she’d fallen short of expectations. “Cherry bucking’s hard,” she grumbled.

Cherry’s bubbly giggle actually stung. “Not all cherries are difficult to buck, Applejack.”

Now even her ears were red. Applejack shuffled as Cherry took a seat on the bed beside her.

“I came on a touch too strong,” Cherry whispered. Her hoof snaked up to Applejack’s chest, rubbing the tuft of fur that resided there. “But my offer is still on the table.”

Steam. Literal steam poured out of Applejack’s ears. What was she supposed to say? Her loins still burned with longing after just one touch, but she couldn’t actually go through with something like this, could she? With her boss? While wearing a diaper?

“If I say stop, you stop,” Applejack heard herself say. Sweet Celestia am I actually going to go through with this?

“Of course.” Cherry’s voice betrayed a tinge of excitement. Maybe Applejack’s had too.

“And don’t…”

“Don’t…?” Cherry hung on every word. Clearly she wanted to know all of Applejack’s boundaries.

“Don’t… pay me for this,” Applejack forced out. “I didn’t work the whole day, I shouldn’t be making money while we’re… relaxing.”

Cherry through back her head and let loose and honest to goodness laugh. Applejack worried she’d said something wrong, but Cherry’s hollars devolved to snickers, then nothing a mere moment later. “O-kay,” Cherry promised. She leaned in, sealing the commitment with a kiss on the cheek. “I won’t pay you for fuckin’ me.”

“Ms. Jubilee!” Applejack’s scream set off the laughter all over again. Her face scrunched up with indignation. Oh, she was getting revenge for that. “And one more thing.”

“Wh-haha-at?” Tears rested in Cherry’s eyes.

Applejack kicked her spread legs, drawing attention to her crinkling diaper. “You’re wearing one too.”

Cherry hit her with a knowing smile. “Oh naturally.”

Shoot. There went her chance for revenge.

Cherry bent down to reach into whatever chest held her supplies. She returned with another poofy square in hoof. Her eyes flicked to Applejack and she grinned. “Don’t suppose I can count on you to help change me?”

Applejack struggled to sit up, but between her exhaustion and wide gait couldn’t manage. She offered a meek apology with her face. Cherry rolled her eyes playfully.

She laid down and began fiddling with the diaper on her own. Applejack had to admit it was impressive how easily Cherry dressed herself. Practiced hooves threaded her tail, folded the ends, and smoothed down the tapes. When she was done, Cherry was as crinkly as Applejack.

She rolled onto her belly and crawled across the comforter to rejoin her. Applejack was sill lying down—little else she could do—so Cherry moved over her. She was soon looking down at the orange-pink face of the mare and wiggled her padded rump. “Satisfied?”

“Very,” Applejack snarked. But it did feel good to not be the only pony diapered. It was still humiliating, of course, but sharing the experience was better than nothing.

“Thank you, by the way.” Cherry stroked Applejack’s cheek. She let her mane down, and it formed a curtain of red beside them.

“Aw shucks.” Applejack smiled. “It’s no big d—”

And Cherry kissed her.

Applejack squirmed at first, taken off guard. She’d never been kissed before. It was… warm. The two mares sharing their lips couldn’t be described any other way. Warm. And nice.

So nice.

When they broke apart Applejack already wanted to beg for more.

“You taste like apples,” Cherry remarked.

“You taste like cherries.” Applejack giggled back. She felt just a little drunk.

“Big surprise.” Cherry winked, before pulling back. Applejack wanted to follow the mare, but a hoof to her chest stopped her.

Cherry was sitting up again, reaching below the bed again for something else. But Applejack didn’t get it. They were already wearing diapers, right? The poof on her pelvis confirmed it. What was Cherry going for?

She didn’t have to wait long, because Cherry reappeared. Something long, blue, and silky billowed in her mouth. Her hoof clutched something else out of view. Whatever was in it, Cherry dropped right behind her, out of sight.

“What’s that for?” Applejack asked.

“This,” Cherry dropped the fabric from her mouth, catching it in her now free hoof. “Is a blue ribbon. For you.”

Applejack wasn’t sure what to make of that, but she ended up blushing harder anyway.

Cherry helped her up, while knocking her Stetson off for her and undoing her hair tie. Applejack tried not to complain, but they’d just been kissing and… other stuff. She wanted to get back to that part.

She ended up leaning her back against Cherry’s chest. The older mare fussed over her hair, brushing and straightening the mess of split ends and dirty strands, before finally pulling it all into one big ponytail. The ribbon tied it tight, forming a bow that Applejack couldn’t see but knew had to be foalish anyway.

“Awww.” And Cherry confirmed it. She spun Applejack around, forcing the blushing mare to look down while her new look was admired. “What a cutie!”

As much as she was trying to ignore it, Applejack couldn’t escape the feeling of being fawned over. Then Cherry came in and kissed her snout, only adding to how uncomfortable this all was. “Hey!”

But if nothing else, Applejack had to admire back. It was the first time she’d seen Cherry with her hair down. The way the red mane seemed to curl around her neck and spill down her chest… it was a style Applejack rarely saw. She wondered why Cherry didn’t wear her hair down all the time.

“Uh, Ms. Jubilee—” A brush of lips against lips, and her whole body shivered.

“Please, Sweetie Pie. Call me Cherry.” How could she make herself that doe-eyed?

“Cherry.” The word slipped out so naturally. And it earned her another light peck on the lips. Incentive enough to keep doing that.

“Now I think I’ve teased you enough.” Cherry leaned in, pushing Applejack back onto her back. “But are you sure you want this?”

Applejack swallowed. She could feel her marehood quivering against her own padding. It had been the entire time. Every movement caused her padding to shift, every shift sent it caressing her nethers, and every caress set her on fire.

She was exhausted, barely able to move without help. She really should be getting the rest Cherry insisted upon her. But at her current rate, she wouldn’t be able to.

She didn’t want this. She needed it.

“Uh-huh.” Applejack nodded. “Please.”

Cherry smiled. She leaned in again. Applejack pursed her lips, anticipating another kiss. But instead—

Pop!

Applejack’s lips made a smacking sounds as a smooth, rubbery bulb jumped in her mouth. “Mmmph!”

A plastic guard touched her lips and she looked down to see Cherry had shoved a pacifier in her mouth. Bright pink with a cherry design on the guard. Her hoof hovered just above it to keep Applejack from spitting it out. “Hey!”

Cherry giggled before sliding an identical pacifier into her own mouth. “Sowwy. Couwdn’t wesist.”

Applejack didn’t get the chance to complain, because Cherry moved in for real this time, punctuating the moment by clacking the guards of their devices together. A pacifier kiss.

Applejack grumbled to herself as her boss climbed on top of her. So it’s not just diapers then.

“Mmmm…” Cherry cooed happily. She deepened their kiss, which amounting to pressing their faces together harder. Snouts scrunched together, pacifiers smushed lips.

Despite her apprehension, Applejack found herself easing into the “kiss”. Especially since what was about to happen interested her much, much more.

As Cherry pulled her snout away, she positioned her hips over Applejack’s. Their diapers made up the inches in between, already crinkling as their plastic rubbed against each other. “Now den…”

Applejack felt her face heating up again. “Wight. Uh… how do we—”

Cherry thrust her hips forward.

The feeling was instant, electric. Padding into padding into flesh. Applejack’s marehood sang as the spongy interior of her diaper rammed into it. She moaned, finding herself biting down on her pacifier in shear pleasure.

This! This was what she had been waiting for.

“Unf!” Cherry thrust again, and the pair’s diapers collided in a crinkly chorus.

“Mmmph!” Applejack cried. Her padding was groping her, dipping into a number of intrusive spots. Her marehood quivered as the fluffy diaper smothered it.

Now Cherry picked up the pace. Her hips moved back and forth, over and over. She humped Applejack, the farmer throwing her head back and moaning into her paci.

“Yes!” Cherry was grinding even hard now. Faster. She gripped Applejack’s shoulders tightly. “Uu-ooh!”

“Mmm! Mmmph!” Applejack tried to help. She wanted to gyrate her hips, or trust back, but her body refused to respond. It didn’t feel right to make Cherry do all the work, and yet it felt so right.

She humped and humped, gaining speed with each thrust. Their diapers rubbed together like flints, and sparks were definitely flying. Both mares found their nethers swarmed with padding, burying deeper and deeper with each movement. Applejack’s clit was grabbed by poofy fluff, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her body.

“Chewwy!” Applejack moaned. Her lover came down for another paci kiss, but never stopped humping her.

Applejack could feel herself closing in on a climax. Her marehood burned, tingling and quivering faster than her body could keep up. At this rate, she was going to have the greatest orgasm of her entire life.

When Cherry pulled away from the “kiss”, she was practically panting. Without skipping a beat, she changed their positions. Rolling Applejack onto her side, Cherry grabbed her hind leg and held it up, pressing it against her chest. The crotch of her diaper flew into Applejacks, and the mares began scissoring.

“MMMPH! MMMM!” Applejack clenched her jaw, chewing the nub of her pacifier for all it was worth. A whole new wave of sensations came over her as new areas found themselves in the throes of padded passion.

Cherry hugged Applejack’s leg, pushing herself deeper and deeper into the padding. Her eyes were rolling back into her head, and Applejack wasn’t far behind. Both were so close, yet denying themselves at the same time. Their only thought was making the moment last for one more thrust.

“MMM—mmmph” Still thrusting, Cherry seemed to relax a little.

Hissss.

The new sound mixed in with their grunts and crinkles. At first, Applejack wasn’t sure what it was. But then a stale stench wafted to her nose. Urine.

Looking back at their diapers, Applejack saw a yellow spot emerging on Cherry’s, half obscured as it pounded into her own, pristine diaper. It hit her like a runaway wagon; Cherry was peeing herself.

At first, Applejack didn’t know what to do. Their quasi-sex continued on, Chery hip-diving into her over and over much like before. Did she realize what was happening?

“Unf! Uhh! Ooo! AaaAAH!” Cherry moaned loudly, obscuring the noise of her own accident. She definitely knew. She definitely wanted it.

Wow… Applejack couldn’t help but feel jealous. While she was still drowning in pleasure from her own diaper, it seemed Cherry had found a way to get even more mileage out of her own. But then she shook her head. I’m not… really considering peeing myself, am I?

She didn’t even need to as far as she could tell. And yet, as squishing noises replaced the hissing, outshining even the crinkles, her jealousy only grew. Maybe she was considering it, just a little.

After all, would it really make much of a difference to her pride at this point? She was chewing a pacifier while being rutted diaper to diaper. She kind of doubted it would.

Maybe… But Applejack could barely hear her thoughts over her own moans.

She couldn’t hold it back for much longer. Her climax was coming.

As the diapered scissoring reached a crescendo with the now very wet Cherry arching her back to deliver her deepest thrust yet, it happened. Applejack’s marehood rippled with delight. Her body grew hot, hotter, hottest… hottester. She didn’t even have words to describe it. Her head flopped on the bed, the last of her energy radiating out of her in the powerful orgasm’s fury.

Cherry seemed to fare even better. Her body stiffened against Applejack’s. She refused to let go of her leg, locked their marehoods in a padded embrace for the duration of the climax. Cherry screamed into her pacifier, a call Applejack mirrored with a whimpering whine of her own pleasure.

Just a day ago, Applejack would have never believed she’d cum in a diaper. And just a day from now, she’d be stunned by how much she’d want to do it again.

But in the now, Cherry collapsed on top of her, wet diaper squishing against Applejack’s flank. Their orgasms weren’t quite over, but the peak had passed them. Cherry cuddled up to her as the moment finally passed, before nuzzling her cheek.

“Feeling… huh, huh… relaxed yet, Sweetie Pie?” She asked.

No response. With no gas left in the tank, Applejack had thoroughly passed out. Cherry’s drastic measures were a resounding success, as the only movement the unconscious mare could muster was a tiny suckle of her pacifier.

Cherry’s own had fallen out in between gasps of pleasure. She’d hunt it down in a moment, but couldn’t pass up the opportunity to sleep with her new farmhoof. Her own orgasm had taken a lot out of her. Her eyelids fluttered, in need of a nap. She was more than happy to oblige, snuggling into place as Applejack’s big spoon.

Squishy padding bunched up against her privates, and Cherry saw fit to leave it there. It was warm and soft, and would be riling her up the moment she awoke. Just the way she liked it.

“We’ll have to do this again, Applejack,” Cherry whispered to the mare who couldn’t hear her. She drew the curtain of her bed’s canopy closed, sealing them off from the world. “Pretty please?”

But in truth, next time Cherry wouldn’t even need to ask.

Author's Note

Consider this a quasi-mulligan for Rainbow Dash's "Mommy". Very similarly themed and set up, but ultimately moves away from that fic's general... lack of proper consent, we'll say. I know a lot of people really do like that one, however, which is why I didn't take it down or do a full rewrite. Consider this one more of a spiritual successor or something.

Hope you enjoyed!