The Debaucherous Week of a Canterlot Apple Farmer
Chapter 2 - Tuesday (Pinkie)
Previous Chapter“Can you pass me the vanilla?” Pinkie Pie asked.
Applejack nodded, drawing a hand away from the dough she was kneading to pick up a small bottle of black fluid and slide it over to Pinkie. Their shelf of ingredients was vast, yet after so many date nights spent here, Applejack knew it like the back of her hand.
“Thanks,” Pinkie said before flashing a cheery smile. “You know, you’ve become quite the assistant baker.”
Applejack nodded. “You’ve given me plenty of opportunities to practice, babe.”
Pinkie leaned over and planted a big wet kiss on Applejack’s cheek, causing her to warm a few shades of red.
“Thanks for coming over tonight,” Pinkie said. “I felt like we haven’t hung out in ages.”
Applejack nodded. “I know, I know, I just…” she rolled her wrist, “well, you know?”
“Busy with the farm?”
“Yeah.”
Pinkie smiled. “Then we’ll just have to make tonight extra super special then.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Well I think we could start by finishing up with these pretzels, then I don’t know… maybe have some sex?”
Applejack’s cheeks warmed even further. “Straight to the point, huh?”
Pinkie shrugged. “I’ve had an itch that needed scratching for a few days now.”
“Why don’t you tell me about it?” Applejack asked, offering a coy grin.
It was now Pinkie’s turn to blush as their cheeks brightened wonderfully, darkening their soft pink complexion.
They cleared their throat. “I was thinking that maybe we could start with some petting, you know, for warm up.”
“Naturally,” Applejack said, drawing her hands away from the dough and wiping them off on a kitchen cloth.
“You know, make out a little, touch each other, all that fun stuff.”
“Those are all pretty fun things,” Applejack agreed, making her way towards the fridge.
Pinkie grinned nervously. “Then maybe we could experiment with that new coil of rope I bought?”
“What type did you get?” Applejack asked, opening the fridge and searching for something.
“What do you mean?”
“You know, what thickness? Material? Tensile strength?”
Pinkie’s expression blanked. “Uh… I have no idea. It was on sale at Sandstorm’s.”
“Eh then I’m not too worried. She usually has pretty quality stuff, none of that cheap imperial crap.” She hummed, as if she was actually examining the contents of the fridge. “Alright so I’ll tie you up nice and tight. Then what?”
She imagined Pinkie biting her lip at the question.
“I want you to eat me out,” Pinkie said, her voice soft, constrained by embarrassment. “Like just go to town on my pussy.”
“I can do that.”
“And maybe we could play around with food?”
Applejack fished out a bottle of chocolate sauce. “Like with this?”
Pinkie was silently, probably nodding.
“Yes,” they finally said.
“And this?” Applejack asked, pulling out a can of whipped cream.
“Yes,” they squeaked, probably blushing furiously.
Applejack chuckled and pulled out a jar of candied cherries “And probably these as well, right?”
“Why are you even asking me, when you already know the answer?” Pinkie asked, huffing like a brat.
Applejack turned and smirked at them. “Because it’s fun hearing you explain what you want me to do you. Plus…” she grinned, “it’s really cute making you blush.”
“Bully,” Pinkie grumbled, crossing their arms over their chest.
Applejack picked up the can of whipped cream and shot some into her mouth as she walked over to Pinkie. It tasted artificial and processed but by the gods there was no finer taste in the whole wide world.
Actually, that wasn’t quite true.
Whipped cream on its own tasted just fine but whipped cream licked off the body of a partner? Now that was truly the greatest taste in the world.
“Oh please,” Applejack drawled. “You love watching me blush. Why can’t I get a little payback every once and awhile?”
“Yeah well that’s because it’s cute when you do it.”
“And it’s extra cute when you do it and that’s the tea.”
Pinkie Pie blinked. “Did you just use…”
Applejack chuckled. “Sorry sorry, must’ve picked up on some of Rarity’s lingo from our group chat.”
Pinkie giggled. “It’s fine. I do the same thing.” They cleared their throat. “Now how about we finish up these bougie ass pretzels?”
Applejack glanced at their workstation. “Sure…” she smirked, “though after one quick thing?”
“What’s that?”
Applejack leaned forward and kissed Pinkie, locking lips with them. The two of them stood there for a moment, their kiss tender but not quite passionate. Then a little spark crackled and their lips parted, two tongues pressing hungrily against each other and eagerly exploring the other’s mouth.
Pinkie giggled into the kiss and threw their arms around Applejack, holding her close.
At the same time Applejack’s hands went for two separate places. One hand undertook the dangerous mission of gliding through Pinkie’s abundant and sometimes ravenous hair, grabbing a hold of it and keeping them locked in the kiss. The other went downwards, sliding along their back before cupping a nice handful of their abundant ass through their jeans. Applejack made sure to squeeze their rump, eliciting a tiny gasp.
Their kiss lasted for a few more blissful seconds before finally Applejack relented. As they drew apart, she let go of Pinkie’s hair and instead used this hand to lightly cradle Pinkie’s chin, her fingers rubbing the pink stubbly scruff that coated it.
“Wow,” Pinkie breathed. “That was… wow.”
Applejack chuckled softly. “Sorry, Sugarcube. You ain’t the only one who has been excited for tonight. I’ve been mighty pent up.”
“You know…” They glanced at the half-finished baked goods, “maybe these pretzels could wait until later?”
Applejack shook her head. “Nah, we’re gonna get them done before hand. Can’t let perfectly good baking go to waste.” She smirked mischievously. “Though…”
“T-though?
“Well we’ve got this place to ourselves, right?”
“Yeah, Fluttershy is going to be busy until later tonight.”
“Well then,” Applejack drew her hand back and roughly smacked Pinkie’s booty. “How about you get out of those clothes for me.”
Pinkie’s face warmed. “Bake naked?”
“If you’re comfortable with that.” Applejack smirked. “Maybe I’ll even be nice and let you wear an apron. What do you say?”
“I think…” Pinkie grinned. “I think that sounds like a fantastic idea.”
Applejack took a step back, resting against the counter and folding her arms over her chest.
“Ready when you are,” she said, grinning cockily.
Pinkie nodded and took a couple steps back, giving themselves plenty of space for their performance. They then stretched their hands above their head, giving Applejack a nice preview of all their plentiful curves and soft spots. They were going to look absolutely stunning when they were naked, though Applejack was well aware of this.
They began with their T-shirt, reaching for the bottom and slowly peeling it off. Inch by inch their cushy stomach was revealed, then their bubbly bra, before finally the shirt was gone over their head. It was discarded carelessly over their shoulder, landing in a heap upon the floor.
Applejack smirked and Pinkie blushed.
“Do you like what you see?” Pinkie asked.
A curt nod from Applejack fed further into Pinkie’s enflamed complexion.
Next, they reached behind their back, fiddling with the straps of their bra. It took more than a little grunting, and a very furrowed brow, but eventually they sighed in relief. A moment later their bra exploded outwards and their abundant breasts spilled out, allowing gravity to grant them sweet relief from their captivity.
Pinkie sighed. “Gods that always feels so nice.”
“How about you play with them for me?” Applejack asked, shifting her leg in order to grant her rapidly engorged crotch a little more comfort.
Pinkie looked up and grinned playfully. “Sure thing, hun.”
They cupped their breasts and began to weigh them in the palm of their hands, bouncing them up and down. Occasionally they’d squeeze them, causing a playful tinkle of a moan to slip forth from their slightly parted lips.
Applejack bit her own lip, feeling a certain part of her anatomy stir. She could feel her erection press forcefully against her panties, contained quite painfully by the rigidness of her jeans. As she glanced down, she confirmed that a hefty bulge was already starting to form.
She wasn’t the only one to notice as Pinkie looked down and whistled at it.
“Getting hard already?” they asked.
Applejack laughed. “What can I say? You always manage to rile the little girl up.”
“I have that effect on people,” Pinkie said, sticking out their tongue.
Pinkie then ran their hands down their body, gliding them along their soft flesh. As they reached their belly, they gentle squeezed it, handling and playing with the extra cushion.
They then giggled and poked their belly button. “Boop.”
This made Applejack smile, letting out a single note of amusement.
Finally, Pinkie reached for their belt, undoing it in one smooth motion and casting it aside. They then fiddled with their fly, unzipping and pulling it down before undoing the large brass button at the top. With this out of the way, Pinkie grabbed the waistline of their jeans and shook their hips from side to side, wiggling out of them seductively.
The jeans slowly crawled down her large cushy thighs, exposing first their panties, which were bubble gum pink, and then a sea of bright pink stubble. Pinkie stuck out their tongue as the jeans passed her knees before falling and pooling around their ankles. They stepped out of them and kicked back, sending the jeans arcing out of the way.
The only thing left were their socks and the pair of panties. They look absolutely gorgeous in this state, their skin proudly on display for Applejack’s viewing pleasure. She wanted nothing more than to shove her face between Pinkie’s thighs and eat them out, or maybe bend them over the table and rut them hard. However, for now, she forced herself to wait, allowing the moment to drag out and test both of their patience.
Pinkie reached for their panties but Applejack loudly cleared her throat.
“Leave them on,” she said. “I have something in mind.”
“Oh? What are you going to do?”
“You’ll see.”
She pushed away from the counter and made her way over to the third cupboard on the right, opening it. Inside were all manner of kitchen accessories. She ignored them and instead focused upon a non-descript box tucked away in the back.
Applejack took this out and placed it on the counter.
Pinkie giggled softly, rocking back and forth. “For sex emergencies.”
Applejack nodded and opened the box, revealing a bullet vibrator. It wasn’t just any bullet vibrator; it was a pretty fancy model which came with a remote-control activator that promised several customized settings of enjoyment and fun.
“Hands on the back of your head,” she instructed.
As Applejack turned to look at Pinkie, she noticed that they had obediently followed her orders. An amused smile was plastered on their face as they stuck out their chest enticingly.
Applejack came over and cupped one of their breasts, massaging it in the palm of her hand. They were just so soft and plush, like a pair of pillows hanging from their chest.
As Applejack kneaded Pinkie’s breast, a soft purr rumbled in the back of their throat, their gaze growing half-lidded.
“Do ya like when I play with your tits?” Applejack asked.
Pinkie nodded. “Yessss.”
Applejack nodded and slowly drew her hand back, dragging her fingers slowly towards the nipple. It wasn’t long before she had it lightly pressed between her forefinger and thumb, playfully tweaking it.
Pinkie gasped, muttering a rather explicit word.
“You make such cute noises, Sugarcube,” Applejack commented.
“Please don’t stop,” Pinkie pleaded.
“Unfortunately, I gotta.” She held up the vibrator, allowing it to dangle from its cord. “This isn’t going to put itself in.”
Pinkie whimpered softly. “Fineeeee.”
Applejack slipped her hand away from Pinkie’s breast, instead hooking an index finger inside of their panties and pulling the waistline out. Her other hand, the one with the vibrator, slipped down the front and glided passed their wild tuff of pubic hair before pressing against their slit.
Pinkie was already damp, clearly enjoying the little striptease. Oh, but they would be so much wetter soon enough.
Applejack began to slowly stroke her fingers along Pinkie’s slit, toying with them. Pinkie’s postured tensed and a little tinkling moan dribbled forth faintly upon hurried and hushed breaths.
Applejack leaned forward, kissing them forcefully upon the neck, sucking roughly on their high receptive flesh. Pinkie’s moans soon turned into a harsh gasp as their back arced and crotch pressed forcefully against her fingers. Applejack saw no need to deny them further so she pushed her digits into their sex.
One of Pinkie’s hands slipped away from the back of their head as they instead placed it upon Applejack’s shoulder, squeezing it firmly in order to hold themselves steady.
“Don’t stop,” they whispered again.
Applejack smiled, pumping her fingers at a fairly steady pace. “I won’t hun. We’ll do this as long as you like.”
Pinkie nodded quickly, their lips pursed and brow furrowed. Applejack could read them like a book, noticing the way they tensed when her fingers were at their deepest and how they quivered and relaxed as her digits slipped out. Along with this, she also took joy in conducting Pinkie’s moans, using her fingers to toy with their pitch and melody.
“I love it when you moan,” Applejack said, her voice hushed, barely louder than a whisper. “You sound so pretty when you do it.”
She grinned, noticing how much that compliment made Pinkie light up, their pink complexion growing rather red.
“S-shut up,” they grumbled.
“Mmm… make me.”
Her fingers pumped a little more forcefully and Pinkie’s abundant juices acted as the ideal lubricant, allowing her to move effortlessly within them. As her finger pounded away, she began to trail kisses up Pinkie’s neck, along their jaw, and passed their cheek, before brushing her lips against their ear.
“You know what I love most about you, Sugarcube,” Applejack whispered.
“W-what?” Pinkie stuttered, their voice so wonderfully uneven in the face of Applejack’s unrelenting vigour.
“You have the most beautiful face when you’re about to cum. Just this big dopey grin that I’d do anything to see.” She breathed against their ear. “And you know what?”
Pinkie was silent, shivering as Applejack plunged her fingers forcefully into them.
“I intend to see that face at least a dozen times tonight. I ain’t stopping until you’re an absolute mess that’s melted into the sheets.”
Pinkie squeaked some response but it was too inaudible for human ears.
Applejack chuckled. “I knew you’d approve.”
Before drawing back, she exhaled again, rolling her warm breath across Pinkie’s ear. She then bit down sharply on it, roughly tugging upon it with her teeth.
Pinkie gasped, their entire body going stiff and their grasp growing even tighter on Applejack’s shoulder.
“Applejack,” they whimpered.
Applejack drew back. “Yes, Sugarcube.”
There was amazement in Pinkie’s eyes. “Where did you learn to do that?”
“Hip slang isn’t the only thing I picked up from Rarity.” She kissed Pinkie on the cheek. “Do you like it?”
Pinkie nodded quickly. “Yesssss.”
“Then I’ll make sure to do it again later tonight. However, I think we have some pretzels that desperately need baking.”
“Do we really have to?” Pinkie whined. “You got me all worked up.”
“Not really.” Applejack chuckled. “I just want to watch you squirm while I toy with this bad boy.” She used her free hand to show off the remote controls to the vibrator. “Though, only if you want to, of course.”
Pinkie’s expression scrunched up as they spent about half a second thinking about it.
“It does sound kind of hot,” they admitted.
“Doesn’t it!”
Applejack slowly drew her fingers out of Pinkie, smirking as she felt just how absolutely drenched they were. She rolled these two fingers around the little egg vibrator, spreading Pinkie’s essence across it. When it was nice and coated, she then began to press it against their lips. For a moment, there was a hint of resistance, then Pinkie shuddered as the egg slipped into their body.
“F-fuck,” they muttered.
“You alright?” Applejack asked, pulling her hand free and gently stroking Pinkie’s side.
“It’s way colder than your fingers…”
Applejack chuckled. “Sorry about that, I did try my best to warm it up for you.”
She got on her knees, wrapping a tight fabric cuff, with Velcro ends, around Pinkie’s thigh. There was a little slot on the cuff and Applejack slipped the controls to the vibrator in it, making sure to flick on the setting that allowed her to remotely control it with a secondary unit.
Before she drew back, however, she leaned forward and kissed Pinkie right on the belly, giving them a playful little raspberry.
Pinkie giggled, resting a hand on the back of Applejack’s head. “You dork.”
Their hand caressed Applejack’s hair, running through her rich golden locks.
Applejack smiled up at Pinkie before kissing them again, this time planting her lips on theirs through the fabric of their panties. The sensation must’ve been dampened by the cotton but still Pinkie moaned softly, their legs quivering ever so slightly.
“I love you Pinkie,” Applejack said.
“I love you too,” they replied.
Applejack finally stood up and returned to the counter, picking up the little remote control.
Pinkie glanced at her and nodded, making their way over to a nearby coatrack which held about a dozen different apron. They picked out a frilly pink one, throwing it over top of themselves and tying it tight. It was cut short, revealing a good amount of their legs and ass, and was also cut low, showing off a generous amount of cleavage. Applejack didn’t even know that was a fashion feature that could even be applied to aprons but here they were.
Pinkie then turned away and went back to their mixing bowl, giving Applejack a fantastic view of their back.
Applejack looked at the controller, pressing the button labelled two.
The first thing she noticed was the sound, as a faint buzzing pierced the relative silence of Pinkie’s mixing. This was followed by them shivering softly, their grip on the whisker now iron tight. She stayed composed for maybe two seconds before her face lit up to such a wonderful shade of red.
“Anything I can help with?” Applejack asked.
Pinkie cleared their throat, trying hopelessly to steady their voice. “You can…”
Applejack took the chance to push button three, the buzzing growing more intense.
“FUCK!” Pinkie gasped, bracing themselves against the counter.
Applejack chuckled and leaned on the counter next to them, smirking. “I said we could do that after we’ve finished baking, Sugarcube.”
“B-bitch,” Pinkie grumbled.
“What was that?” Applejack coyly asked, turning the toy up to four.
Pinkie whimpered, shivering violently as she dug her fingers into her panties.
Applejack watched Pinkie closely, smirking as they turned away. Those cute little panties already had a nice wet spot forming right in the middle.
She thumbed back the controls, dimming the toy to its far more modest second level. With that Pinkie seemed to regain a degree of coherence and stability.
“For real though, what can I do for you?” Applejack asked.
Pinkie motioned towards a nearby mixing bowl which had been left in a partially completed state.
“Do you mind finishing with the frosting?” they asked, their voice finally steading once again.
Applejack nodded and walked over, placing the controller down and slowly whisking the ingredients together.
“Why do pretzel’s need icing?” she asked.
Pinkie giggled. “They’re dessert pretzel’s silly. Which means we need to balance out the saltiness and sweetness to just the right level.”
“Sounds like a tough job?”
“Oh, like you wouldn’t believe. There is so much trial and error involved.” They grinned. “Personally, I’m a huge fan of the trialing part. A good cooking session requires that you take plenty of samples. That’s why we made so much extra.”
Applejack nodded, watching Pinkie out of the corner of her eye. Together the two of them worked as a team. While the vibrator continued to buzz away, Applejack was a mite kinder, never pushing the thing past its two lowest settings. This seemed to be a barrable level to keep Pinkie working, even if a faint hum of pleasure soon joined the toy in a duet.
Yet, as Pinkie drew away from their baking sheet and walked towards a nearby pantry, Applejack struck again. She reached out and thumbed the controls all the way back to the fourth setting without even an ounce of warning.
A potent buzz erupted from between Pinkie’s haunches as they gasped and stumbled forwards. They braced themselves against a nearby table, looking down at it as they let out a frantic pent up breath. Their legs wobbled and Applejack noticed that the blossom of depravity had not only soaked their panties but now made their thighs glisten.
She gave Pinkie only a brief glance before looking back to her mixing bowl. With the sound of Pinkie’s heavy breathing and panting in the background, Applejack slowly brought the spatula up to her mouth and sampled the icing.
Something was missing.
“Say Pinkie, can y’all do me a favour and bring me some icing sugar while you’re over there?” Applejack asked, smacking her lips together for effect. “The icing could use a little bit more.”
A desperate and indigent squeak was their only response.
Slowly, Pinkie’s breathing grew more and more laboured, their panting becoming a full-blown melody of depraved pleasure. As Applejack turned towards them, she could tell that they were nearing their climax. Their posture was stiff and expression bore this orgasmic haggardness. In a few more seconds, their panties wouldn’t be the only thing soaked.
Then, just as they were on the cusp, the precipice of bliss, Applejack thumbed back the controls, turning them off.
Pinkie gasped, pushing away from the table as they growled in frustration.
“You meanie,” they exclaimed, thrusting an angry finger towards Applejack. “You’re the worst.”
Applejack bore a shit eating grin. “What do you mean, Sugarcube?”
“I was so close!”
“Were you now?” Applejack asked, her voice dripping with cruel intentions.
“Yesssss,” Pinkie whined.
Applejack held up the controller and waggled it back and forth. “Well how about you be good and fetch me that icing sugar and I’ll think about turning it back on.”
Pinkie grumbled something under their breath and stomped off toward the pantry. As they threw it open, they pulled out a few ingredients, including half a bag of icing sugar.
They then marched back to the counter, depositing their ingredients and thrusting the bag towards Applejack.
Applejack took it and nodded. “Thank you, hun.”
She leaned forward and pecked Pinkie on the nose, instantly making that grumpy little frown evaporate into a string of bubbly giggles.
As she drew back, she made sure to look Pinkie in the eye. Her thumb toyed with the controller, cranking the little vibrator all the way to its fourth, and very potent, setting.
Pinkie went as stiff as a board, a long groaning moan forced from their lips. They once again braced themselves, this time against the counter. One of their hands accidently smacked against a poorly placed bag of flour, sending up a cloud of white and coating their face like some kind of bakery bukkake.
Yet, this didn’t seem to deter their pleasure as an orgasmic squeal gushed forth through their parted lips. This time, they wouldn’t be denied as the vibrator toyed with them so energetically. Without warning, they let out a pent-up burst of half crazed giggles, their knees finally giving out as they sunk to the floor in a heap.
They breathed heavily and Applejack watched as an explosion of fluids gushed forth. The fabric of their panties put up no resistance as their juices soaked through and began to drain down their thighs.
Applejack smirked at the sight, flicking the vibrator off once Pinkie had worked through all their pent-up and lustful energy.
“Was that everything you wanted?” she asked.
Pinkie nodded their head slowly. “Uh huh.”
Applejack offered them a hand and they took it, using it to get themselves back on their feet.
“Come on, hun,” she said, leading them towards their apartment’s bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“But… but the pretzels,” Pinkie whined.
“They’ll be waiting for you when you get back. It ain’t sanitary working with food after an orgasm like that.”
Pinkie snickered. “It was a pretty great orgasm though.”
“No doubt about that.” Applejack leaned over and kissed them on the cheek. “Glad you enjoyed yourself.”
“What about the mess?” Pinkie asked.
“I’ll take care of that while you’re in the shower.”
“Thanks Applejack,” Pinkie mumbled. “You’re the best.”
“No, I ain’t.”
Pinkie gasped. “What, but you’re totally the best!”
“Not even remotely.” Applejack smirked. “You know how I know?”
“How?”
Applejack grinned and used her free hand to boop Pinkie on the nose.
“Because you exist, Sugarcube.”
A good twenty minutes passed before Pinkie got out of the bathroom, giving Applejack ample time to mop up the mess and get the oven preheated.
However, the curse of having mischievous partners struck again as Pinkie walked out wearing nothing but a smile. Like they didn’t even have the decency for a towel, instead opting to let their cascade of dampened hair fall down upon their shoulders in a stream of endless pink curls and chaos.
“Heya, Applejack,” she beamed. “Got everything cleaned up?”
Applejack nodded and offered them a smile, not even a little phased at the sudden nudity. “Eeyup. And yourself?”
“Squeaky clean.” They ground their heel against the recently washed floor, causing it to squeak. “See?”
Applejack smirked. “I do.”
She walked over and draped an arm around Pinkie, pulling her close. Pinkie blushed but didn’t comment, instead leaning in as Applejack did so. Together they shared another kiss, allowing their mouths to part and tongues to meld together. It was a lustful gesture, though tapered a little by Pinkie who still seemed a little shaken by their previous orgasm.
When they eventually drew apart, Pinkie giggled.
“I was expecting you to be a bit more flustered when I walked in naked,” they said.
Applejack shrugged. “Well first off, you were already naked earlier, and besides, you girls have kinda desensitized me to the whole trying to surprise me with nudity thing.”
Pinkie pouted. “You weren’t even a little surprised?”
“Well…” Applejack hummed softly, taping a finger against her chin. “Alright, I may have been a little surprised.”
Pinkie beamed which made Applejack smile softly. It was like they couldn’t help but be absolutely adorable. A trait which Applejack greatly appreciated.
“So, what do you want to do now?” Applejack asked.
Pinkie glanced at the stove. “Well the pretzels will take like ten minutes to cook. So, what’s something we could do in that time?”
“Well you could take a seat in that chair,” Applejack said, gesturing to the kitchen table. “And I could eat you out, if you’d like?”
“That does sound pretty tempting,” Pinkie admitted, her cheeks tinted a lovely shade of red.
Applejack stepped away and headed over to the stove, grabbing the tray of baked goods.
“Just pop them in?” she asked, peeking over her shoulder.
Pinkie nodded and Applejack opened the oven, sliding the various baking sheets inside. She then closed it and set a ten-minute timer. Though it quickly became apparent that the timer was for more than just the pretzels. It was also how much time she’d have to bring Pinkie to their second orgasm.
Six hundred seconds and counting.
Applejack licked her lips as she approached the table, noticing that Pinkie had already taken a seat. They were turned to face her, their legs spread and sex already glistening in anticipation.
The timer was ticking, in the back of her mind, but Applejack had always enjoyed a challenge.
As she reached Pinkie, she instantly dropped to her knees, getting level with their stomach. She leaned forwards and planted a series of playful little kisses against their soft belly, tracing them tenderly from left to right. Occasionally, she’d purse her lips and raspberry her partner, eliciting a playful giggle from them.
By the time she reached the right side of Pinkie’s stomach, she started to make her way back across. However, she also began to trail her kisses downwards, moving across their stomach, down their pelvis, and across their pubic bush, before finally settling with her lips pressed against their clit. She kissed it passionately, locking her lips around the little nub and suckling upon it teasingly.
Pinkie gasped sharply, their fingers gripping the chair and digging into the painted wood. Their entire body shuddered as Applejack worked their clit over, stroking and prodding at it with the tip of her tongue.
Every hushed breath and shiver was like fine art to Applejack, a tell that let her know that she was doing a good job. It was something she could take pride in. For sure, a perverse pride, but pride nonetheless.
Applejack could do so much from her current position and took joy in experimenting. She’d suckle with different levels of vigour, draw her tongue across the clit, and even, ever so carefully, use her teeth to stimulate Pinkie’s anatomy. As she did this, she took note of what worked, what got them all riled up and extra excited.
However, the clock was still ticking and while experimenting was fine it was not going to get her lover off in a timely fashion. Instead, she drew back a fraction of an inch and began to drag her tongue down Pinkie’s slit.
Like before, they gasped and quivered and shuddered, going through a range of pleasured emotions.
After a few testing strokes, Applejack pressed her tongue slowly into Pinkie’s form, swirling it around in tight little circles. She dove in slowly, driving herself deeper and deeper with each cycle of her tongue. As she worked, she paid attention, noting all the little spots that made Pinkie react exceptionally well. She was not at all surprised to discover that they had quite a few of these joyous spots, meaning they’d be incredibly fun to play around with.
As her tongue swirled, she placing her thumb upon Pinkie’s clit. She couldn’t in good conscious allow the little nub to go unstimulated after the suckling it had just received. So, she began to toy with it, shifting and teasing it with the tip of her thumb.
Pinkie’s moans became overwhelming, seeming to fill the room with a symphony of pleasured noises, mingled with a cascade of never-ending curse words. As Applejack glanced up, she noticed that Pinkie was biting their lip and their posture was rigid. She could feel her poor partner quiver against her, rapidly approaching that blissful moment of release.
For a moment, she considered stopping there, and leaving them denied, but decided against it. After all, the night was still young and there was that pesky little timer ticking in the background.
Between her thumb and tongue, the intensity of her stimulation only ramped up. Her tongue became more volatile, swirling within her with increasingly potent little circles. All the while her thumb moved back and forth increasingly quickly, only slowing when she knew she risked overstimulating Pinkie.
Pinkie’s breathing grew ragged and laboured, coming out in frantic little puffs of exertion. Applejack could feel every ounce of tension in their body, just bubbling away, begging for release.
Her tongue worked harder and harder, driving and swirling as deeply as she could inside of her partner. It wasn’t a question of if Pinkie would cum but a matter of when?
Fortunately, the timer kept on ticking, not denying Applejack the orgasm she craved. She wanted to feel Pinkie cum, to drink in their essence like a fine wine. It was a reward she desired, a prize she felt rightfully belonged to her.
“Applejack,” Pinkie moaned, sliding one hand away from the chair to grip her hair. “I’m getting close.”
Like that wasn’t already obvious.
Applejack’s tongue began to feel heavy and sore, exhausted from the marathon it was attempting to run at a sprint. Yet, she inched it onwards, never allowing it to slow. She was focused upon her objective with pinpoint precision.
It wasn’t long before Pinkie began to give in.
At first, they were impossible tense, as if their entire body seemed ravaged by some invisible current. Then they shuddered violently, a torrent of frantic curse words and a jumble of syllables that might’ve passed for intelligent speech fell from their parted lips.
It wasn’t long after, that the first wash of fluids gushed into Applejack’s awaiting mouth. She drank from them as best she could, though plenty ended up running down her chin and soaking into her shirt. This wasn’t the end however. Pinkie was a squirter and they continued to sate Applejack’s desire, as a constant torrent of orgasmic essence coated her tongue and filled her senses.
She was forced back, just in time for the final burst to gush forth and splash her right in the face with surprising force. Pinkie had enjoyed themselves greatly, at least if the shower of moisture that coated Applejack’s shirt and face was any indication.
“Holy shit,” Applejack drawled. “Ya nearly drowned me.”
Pinkie giggled, draping a hand over their face. “Sorry about that, hun. You have no idea how badly I needed that.”
“I have an idea,” Applejack said, wiping at her face in an effort to do away with the juices that now tarnished her complexion.
A moment later, a timer jingled and the two looked at each other.
“Want me to get that?” Applejack asked.
Pinkie shook their head. “Nah, I should be fine.”
They got to their feet, wobbling in place for a second. When they had finally managed to steady themselves, they slowly stumbled over to the oven and turned it off. As they opened it, a blanket of pleasant smells hit Applejack’s senses.
“Do you want to finish them now?” Pinkie asked, biting their lip.
“We can’t ice them properly if they get cold,” Applejack said.
“You don’t mind putting our uh… funtivites on hold?”
“Mmm, I reckon that we could put them on the backburner for a little while.” Applejack smirked. “You probably need a little breather after an orgasm like that anyways.”
Pinkie snorted. “To be honest, I could keep this up all day.”
“Well…” Applejack pursed her lips. “I could use a breather at least.”
After the pretzels were finished, Applejack and Pinkie took a little break to each have one, taking the moment to recoup the calories lost from the pair of orgasms and hopefully build a nice reserve for after their break.
Naturally, Pinkie’s treat was loaded up with the works, being absolutely bathed in sugary sauces and all types of topping. Applejack’s, on the other hand, just had a thin blanket of icing and cinnamon.
“So, I got another little surprise,” Pinkie said, popping the last bite of pretzel into their mouth and rapidly chewing it.
“Oh?” Applejack asked, cocking a brow. “What’s that?”
“Well I was hanging out with Sunset and Twilight and…”
Applejack snorted. “Is it a collar?”
Pinkie’s eyes widened. “How did you know?”
“Lucky guess,” Applejack muttered.
“But yeah I decided to order me and Shy a pair.”
“Has Shy seen hers yet?”
Pinkie beamed. “She did and she totally loved it. I even bought her a pair of matching kitten ears.”
“I bet she looks absolutely adorable in them.”
“She does.” Pinkie sighed. “Gods I love her so much.” They then blinked and smiled sheepishly. “And I of course love you too, Applejack.”
Applejack chuckled. “I wasn’t going to jump down your throat for having favourites, hun.”
“It isn’t favourites,” Pinkie said, rolling their wrist. “It’s just…”
“In the end we’re only allowed to be legal with one wife and she’s the one you want to be legal with?”
“Yeah.” Pinkie sighed. “The law kind of sucks.”
“It really does. Speaking of which, any luck with your birth certificate?”
Pinkie groaned. “Don’t even get me fucking started. Like I got all the paperwork finished but do you know what’s not fun?”
“What?” Applejack asked, already well aware of the answer.
"Lines and wait times and government officials stumbling over themselves to not accidently say the wrong thing.” Pinkie shook their head and huffed. “It all freaking sucks.”
Applejack frowned, placing her hand on Pinkie’s. “I’m sorry, Sugarcube.”
Pinkie waved her off with their free hand. “Eh, I’m sure you know all about it.”
Applejack nodded. “It isn’t fun, that’s for sure.”
She then glanced at the pile of dishes left over from baking.
“Do you want to take care of these now?” she asked, pointing her thumb towards the sizeable pile. “Or later?”
Pinkie hummed and bounced to their feet. “We can worry about it later. I’ve been dying to try out that new rope.”
Applejack chuckled as Pinkie glided towards the bedroom. Leaving dishes behind wasn’t her style but it also wasn’t her style to turn down a chance to tie up one of her partners.
She followed after Pinkie, slipping into her and Shy’s bedroom. As she entered, she glanced around the space. It was a chaotic fusion of their two personalities, with bright colours and boisterous shapes mingling together with photos of happy animals and the simplicity of Shy’s decor. There were also tons of photos of the two of them together in all types of interesting places.
Applejack couldn’t deny that they looked good together. She also knew she wasn’t the only of her friends desperately waiting for the engagement news.
After appreciating the room, she saw Pinkie kneeling beside a dresser, rifling through the bottom shelf. Applejack knew that this was the hiding place of their more risqué possessions and…
A bag of weed landed upon the bed.
…not all of them were sex related.
“For later,” Pinkie said, chuckling.
Applejack nodded. “For later.”
She sat on the edge of the bed and watched Pinkie closely as they pulled out a bundle of soft pink rope. They placed this on the floor next to themselves as then fished around and pulled out a collar.
The collar looked like it was made from a sturdy, surely faux, leather and consisted of two bands. The inner band was dyed a vibrant eggshell blue and the outer one a soft buttery yellow. Not a traditional colour for a collar but it seemed to work for Pinkie.
“Why are all of y’all getting into this whole Dom/sub stuff?” Applejack asked. “What happened to good ole fashion vanilla sex?”
Pinkie snorted, rolling their eyes. “A bunch of queer women, most of which are trans? I couldn’t possibly imagine why were all kinky as fuck?”
“Do you want me to put it on you?” Applejack asked.
Pinkie’s cheeks warmed. “If you wouldn’t mind.”
Applejack chuckled, holding out her hand. “Not at all.”
Pinkie handed Applejack their collar before scooting across the floor, kneeling before her with their back turned.
Applejack slowly traced her thumb along the leather, feeling it. She might not be interested in the whole song and dance that went into this type of stuff but it was important to her friends so she knew to treat it with the respect it deserved and to show a certain showmanship when playing her part.
“Can you pull your hair aside?” Applejack asked, keeping her voice soft but firm.
Pinkie nodded, doing as instructed.
Applejack flicked open the latch on the back of the collar and pulled the pin free. She then leaned forwards and ever so carefully draped the collar around Pinkie’s throat. Pinkie stiffened for a moment but let out a content sigh as Applejack clasped their collar in place.
“Not too tight or too loose, is it?” Applejack asked.
Pinkie shook their head, throwing off a playful smile. “Fits just right.”
“I’m glad.” Applejack grinned and patted Pinkie’s very poofy hair. “It looks good on you.”
This only made Pinkie’s smile grow. Which turned out to be quite infectious, spreading to Applejack’s own.
Applejack got off the bed, patting it as she did so.
“Sit down,” she ordered.
Pinkie nodded curtly, bounced to their feet, and plopped down on the edge.
Applejack playfully scritched their chin scruff before heading over to the dresser, bending over to pick up the rope they’d left behind.
It felt soft, perfect for minimizing rope burn. She tugged on it, discovering that this softness still bore a surprisingly solid tensile strength. Finally, she began to unwind it, pleased to see that she had several pretty sizeable lengths to work with tonight.
After all, she was Applejack and if there was one thing she knew, it was rope… and of course apples… and also farming…
“Anything special you want to me to try out?” Applejack asked.
Pinkie shook their head. “Nope, I’m completely at your mercy.”
They playfully squirmed on the bed, making themselves look awfully enticing. Something which both Applejack and her rapidly returning erection were eager to sate.
Applejack nodded and continued to unwind the rope, laying the first two lengths out upon the bed.
“Hmm, well first I got to figure out what I want to do with you,” Applejack said, humming softly as she tapped a length of cord against her leg. “It has been awhile since I’ve properly fucked you.”
Pinkie giggled. “Just a little.”
“Though then that does open up another can of worms,” Applejack grumbled. “Do I want to look you in the eye while I do it? Or would I rather rut you while I can pull your hair.”
“I wouldn’t mind getting my hair pulled,” Pinkie said, biting their lip.
Applejack snorted. “Then let’s do that.”
She hummed again, trying her best to figure out the logistics of this position. This was always the trickiest part, especially when you considered that she was a mite on the tall side for a girl.
“Alright,” she instructed. “I want you to lay on your belly with your ass hanging over the edge of the bed and your feet touching the ground. Got it?”
Pinkie rolled onto their belly and squirmed into position, sticking her plump ass high in the air and allowing their feet to touch the floor.
“That comfortable?” Applejack asked.
Pinkie nodded. “Manageable.”
“Alright then, now I want you to stretch your arms out in front of you and hold your wrists together.”
Pinkie did so, stretching their arms out and laying one wrist over the other. As they did so, they glanced back and teasingly stuck out their tongue.
Applejack walked over to the front of the bed and sat down beside their hands.
“I suppose we need a safe word,” Applejack said, winding the rope around their wrists. “That’s how these types of things usually go, right?”
“I mean usually,” Pinkie agreed. “Though we can do something a little simpler if you’d like.”
“Like what?”
“I could just be honest,” Pinkie said. “If I want you to stop, I’ll just tell you to. And if it’s starting getting uncomfortable, I’ll do the same.”
Applejack nodded and cracked a small smile. “Sounds good to me.”
She continued to carefully wind the rope around Pinkie’s wrist before cinching it tight.
“That alright?” she asked.
Pinkie nodded and Applejack moved on, bringing the remaining rope towards the headboard of Pinkie and Shy’s bed. It was one of those old fashioned brass ones that were made up of several sturdy bars. So, she wound the rope around one of them before tying it tight, effectively binding Pinkie to the bed.
However, she knew that Pinkie’s appetite wouldn’t be sated by something so simple. So, she grabbed another length of rope and slid off the bed, kneeling beside their left leg.
Very carefully Applejack wound the rope around Pinkie’s ankle, affixing it to the leg of the bed. Like her previous knot, it proved more than sufficient at restraining her partner, while not risking being too tight and cutting off their circulation.
As Applejack slid over to Pinkie’s other ankle, she paused right before their lower lips, breathing in the rich sweetness of their sex. She then exhaled, allowing the warmth of her breath to caress them.
Pinkie snickered. “That tickles.”
“Good,” Applejack teased before binding Pinkie’s right ankle.
When she was finished there was no way Pinkie had any hope of escaping. They were trussed up and completely at Applejack’s mercy.
Applejack lumbered to her feet and stretched her arms above her head, popping a few stiff joints. “I think I could get used to this,” she said before lazily lashing out and smacking Pinkie’s abundant rump.
This caused them to yelp in surprise and their face to light up.
“Having you completely at my mercy,” Applejack teased. “I honestly could do whatever I wanted to you.”
“You bully,” Pinkie whimpered, squirming pathetically in their bindings.
Applejack grinned. “You love it.”
She walked around the edge of the bed to the nightstand. Just below it was the tiniest fridge she’d ever seen, barely larger than a coffee table book. She popped it open and pulled out one of the two cans of whipped cream crammed inside.
“I’m surprised Fluttershy let’s you get away with this,” Applejack said. “Can’t imagine having two fridges is particularly good for the environment.”
Pinkie beamed. “Oh, don’t worry, it doesn’t run on electricity.”
Applejack cocked a brow before spurting some whipped cream onto her thumb and suckling it off. “Then what does it run on?”
Pinkie merely snickered in response, as if the answer was supposed to be self-evident.
Applejack had learned long ago that it was best not to question things like that when it came from Pinkie. So, she instead slid up behind them, returning to her position against their rump. She smirked coyly and pressed the bottom of the can against Pinkie’s inner thigh, causing them to tense and suck in an errant breath.
“Cold,” Pinkie whimpered.
“Aww, I’m sorry, want me to warm you up?” Applejack asked.
She kneeled behind Pinkie and kissed the spot where the can had touched, allowing her hot lips to caress the cushion of Pinkie’s thigh. Her warm breath rolled across the spot and she carefully suckled upon it, using Pinkie’s excitable moans as indication that she was doing a good job.
All of this garnered another pleasured breath from Pinkie, who cooed so wonderfully at such a minor sensation.
Applejack brought the can to Pinkie’s rump, drawing a circle of whipped cream along their flank. Pinkie shuddered and mewed as Applejack’s tongue soon followed, cleaning up the sugary blemish in a few swift strokes.
“Aren’t you going to rut me?” Pinkie asked, wiggling their hips enticingly back and forth.
“Eventually,” Applejack drawled. “But I intend to enjoy my treat. It isn’t often that I get something this tasty trussed up for me.”
Applejack drew a line of whipped cream along Pinkie’s inner thigh, which her tongue soon followed, and along with it, all sorts of mews and frantic breaths gushed forth.
As Applejack glanced up at Pinkie’s lower lips, she noticed that they were once again glistening, the first beads of moisture already coating them.
“Do you want to get bred by me?” Applejack asked, drawing another white line along Pinkie’s other thigh.
Pinkie opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted as another slow lick drew forth an errant moan.
“Y-yes,” she eventually managed to whisper.
Applejack smirked and could feel her own anatomy stir, a bulge already pressing against her jeans. Props to the little gal for being so eager after all the nutting she’d done yesterday.
“Maybe I don’t want to rut you,” Applejack teased, instead draw another line along Pinkie’s thigh. This one was far larger than rest, reaching just to the side of Pinkie’s engorged lower lips. “Maybe I’m fine just licking you and teasing you, making you all hot and bothered. I could honestly keep this up all night.”
Pinkie whined. “B-but…”
Before she could protest Applejack dragged her tongue in one fluid motion, traveling Pinkie’s body swiftly. Not even a squeak managed to escape their lips before Applejack’s mouth was pressed against their lower lips. Applejack hungerly drove her tongue into Pinkie, lewdly slurping as she once again explored her little plaything.
This treat was sweater than even the sugary whipped cream and she eagerly enjoyed it yet again, pressing her tongue as deep into Pinkie’s relentless sweetness as she could manage. Yet, she had to stop herself. After all, Applejack had Pinkie trussed up for a reason and it was best not to leave her waiting.
So, she reluctantly drew back, placed the whipped cream aside, and stood behind Pinkie.
Applejack didn’t immediately disrobe. Instead, she carefully placed her hands upon Pinkie’s hips and edged forwards, resting the very noticeable bulge of her jeans against Pinkie’s lower lips. Almost immediately, Pinkie soaked into them but their reaction was totally worth it. Their eyes lit up and a frantic breath got caught in their throat.
“So big,” Pinkie cooed, their voice hardly louder than a whisper.
“Do you feel that?” Applejack asked, grinding it back and forth, really drawing out the moment and allowing Pinkie’s desperation to shine.
Pinkie nodded rapidly. “Uh-huh.”
“I can’t wait to fuck you with it,” Applejack drawled. “Going to feel real nice rutting you when you’re all trussed up like that.”
“Please,” Pinkie breathed, her voice so delicate, just dripping with anticipation.
Applejack smirked, stopping herself. “Please what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“Aww, but I’m having so much fun teasing you. You make such adorable little noises. You know that, right?”
Pinkie whined in response.
Applejack chuckled. “See?”
Still, she didn’t continue her torture for much longer as she instead drew back, smirking to herself as she noticed the thick strands of arousal clinging to her jeans. She’d need to give them a wash before she left tonight but the effect was totally worth it.
Slowly she undid her belt, making sure Pinkie could hear it slide through each of the loops of her jeans. And then, with an equal lack of haste, she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. She made sure to draw out each motion, allowing the anticipation to build, getting heavier and heavier, until you could practically cut through it with a knife.
Soon enough she was left in only her plaid button-up and panties, which struggled so pitifully to contain the sheer scale of her erection. She put them out of their misery soon enough, hooking a finger in the waistline of her panties and pulling them off.
Her erection stuck out proudly in the air, pulsating with a pent-up and relentless sexual energy. Already, the tip was glistening with a nice dollop of her own thin pre.
She rested her erection against Pinkie’s lips, grinding against them so she could spread their wetness all along her shaft. A low moan of approval oozed forth from Pinkie, prompting Applejack to continue these steady motions for a few more moments, not stopping until her entire pride was at least graced by their essence.
Applejack drew her erection upwards, drawing the tip right between Pinkie’s folds. They were absolutely drenched and offered little resistance as Applejack bucked forwards, driving the first couple inches of herself gently into Pinkie.
She then clapped one hand roughly upon Pinkie’s rump, digging her fingers into it, and rested the other on the small of their back. With this leverage she began to piston her hips, pumping into them at an initially shallow and slow pace. But each passing motion emboldened her a little more until she had managed to grow envigored, pumping at a more respectable tempo.
Pinkie let out a torrent of pleasured little moans, trying their best to press back against Applejack and bury more of her into themselves. This silent request was one which Applejack was only too happy to oblige, drawing back slowly and pounding forcefully into Pinkie, driving herself nice and deep. Their walls tightened around her, squeezing her.
Applejack lingered for a moment, rocking her hips from side to side so that Pinkie could appreciate the sheer scale of her erection.
“So big,” Pinkie cooed once again.
Applejack chuckled. “What can I say, some girls are just blessed.”
She drew back slowly, Pinkie’s walls seeming to fight her retreat. Yet, with a bit of patience she had managed to nearly abandon their folds, only leaving the tip between them.
After nearly two seconds of this abandonment, Pinkie whimpered, prompting Applejack to slam back in, this time not stopping until her hips clapped against Pinkie’s backside. She had bottomed out against them and it was like fucking a sleeve purposefully designed for her pleasure. Her hen was cradled by Pinkie’s warmth and wetness, by their tightness and inviting essence.
This was a person not only craving a rutting, but seemed purposefully designed to facilitate it.
Applejack reached forwards and gripped a nice strong fistful of their curly pink hair.
“Just let me know if I get to rough,” Applejack warmed.
Pinkie let out a pleasure little chirp of affirmation, prompting Applejack to tug lightly upon their hair.
Her grip reflected the pace of her hips. Initially, she pumped shallowly and slowly, and with it only offered the barest amount of tension to Pinkie’s mane.
Then she got a little rougher, her strides lengthening and pacing growing more frantic. Soon, she tugged a bit more forcefully on Pinkie’s mane, forcing their head back and drawing forth a panicked little note of distress from the person she was rutting.
“Just let me know if…” Applejack breathed, hoping the sentence would finish itself.
She kept up this respectable ferocity, allowing Pinkie ample time to adjust and enjoy themselves. They were already so incredibly wet, which made overcoming their surprising tightness an easy enough feat.
Soon enough, Applejack’s pace quickened even further until she was practically pounding into Pinkie like a jackhammer. Her grip on their hair was as tense as she dared, drawing their head far away from the sheets, so that nothing could muffle their very vocal approval for Applejack’s rutting.
When Applejack grew worried about what the neighbours might think, she shoved Pinkie’s face forcefully into the sheets. This muffled Pinkie’s song, though only for a few moments before Applejack drew them back once more, knowing it wasn’t appropriate to deny the world such lovely moans of ecstasy.
Her own breathing took on a ragged quality as her hips were pushed harder and harder. Even for someone as athletic as herself, this was proving to be a rather grueling pace to maintain. She could feel her muscles begin to ache, to protest against such usage, yet she paid them no heed, instead driving herself harder and harder.
“Fucking gods,” Applejack cursed, letting out an exhausted breath. “You have one fine ass, Pinkie.” She hilted nice and deep, taking a moment to rock her hips and replenish her own spent core. “I could spend hours fucking this thing.”
She got nothing more than a squeak in return from them, yet it was a very approving squeak.
Applejack lingered for only a few more moments, and once she felt her endurance return, she slowly built back up towards her frantic pace. She even went beyond it, hungry to pound into Pinkie with all the vigour she could possibly muster. Spittle flew from her clenched teeth each time her hips clapped against Pinkie’s backside, an increasingly common occurrence with how animalistic her pace had become.
“Fucking hell,” Applejack grumbled. “I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up for, Pinkie.”
It was true, she could already feel the pressure settle within her gullet. She was going to nut, she was going to breed the little slut currently wrapped around her dick. It wasn’t a question of if, but when, and with how frantic her fucking was, when, would likely be pretty soon.
“Me…” Pinkie gasped and gritted her teeth. “Nnnn.”
Applejack could understand the partial sentence easily enough, channeling everything she had into keeping herself going and starving off the inevitability of bliss. It was difficult, it was like every fibre of her being wanted to succumb to the sweet kiss of release. She was battling her bodies very instincts, trying to override her natural urges to just pump Pinkie full of her seed.
Well… as full as a trans girl could manage.
Pinkie let out a ragged gasp and their lower lips clamped around Applejack, cradling her closely. Soon a stream of their perverse essence gushed forth, bathing Applejack’s anatomy in the warmth of their crude release.
It was this lubricant which allowed her those last few pitiful thrusts. With one final motion she hilted into Pinkie and a second later her cock pulsed, shooting its meagre load into them. Almost immediately it mixed into the far more potent wash of Pinkie’s essence, lost forever in the tide of orgasm.
Applejack rested atop Pinkie, her chest rising and falling in rapid bursts of exertion. She closed her eyes and breathed in through her nose, taking in the rich mixture of Pinkie’s sweetness and the undertones of the far more perverse sheen of sex and sweat.
“Felt nice,” Pinkie mewed.
Applejack nodded. “Eeyup.”
She opened her eyes and drew her hips back, pulling out of Pinkie with a pitiful slurp. Before HRT, there would’ve been a gush of fluids that followed after. Now, there was little more than a pitiful dribble. The singular con of hormones, amongst a sea of positive outcomes.
Pinkie squirmed feebly in their restraints, so Applejack pulled away and crotched behind them, taking care of the ones binding their ankles first. Her hands were shaking, her whole body left ragged and spent from the potent nut she’d just had. Still, she managed to untie Pinkie quickly and with no irritation to their soft skin.
Next, she sat by Pinkie’s head, unbinding her wrists from the headboard. Once done, she gently began to stroke her curly and chaotic mane, only a little scared that her hand would forever be lost to its insanity.
“Have fun?” Applejack asked.
Pinkie smiled tiredly. “Three orgasms take a lot out of someone.”
“Sure, you don’t want one more?” Applejack asked, allowing her hand to slip away from Pinkie’s hair and instead glide under their chin which she promptly started to scritch.
Pinkie cooed softly. “Mmm, maybe later, right now I just want to cuddle for a little while. I mean if that’s ok with you?”
Applejack snorted. “Do I want to cuddle with my adorable, soft, and very squeezable girlfriend?” She tapped her chin. “Let me think about that for a sec.”
She slid up next to Pinkie, taking her natural position as the big spoon, draping an arm over Pinkie’s midsection and pulling them tight against her. Pinkie felt warm, their soft skin feeling nice against Applejack’s own.
“When is Fluttershy going to be back?” Applejack asked.
“Sometime tonight.”
“We got to make sure to clean up before she gets here.” She shook her head slowly. “These sheets are going to need a wash. I’d hate for her to have to sleep in our sex.”
Pinkie nodded. “I know, I know.”
“I could even eat you out while you sit on the washing machine.” Applejack grinned hungrily. “If you’d like.”
“You’re insatiable,” Pinkie teased.
A small smile graced Applejack’s lips. “Just want to make sure you’re taken care of is all.” She kissed Pinkie softly on the back of their neck, causing them to shudder. “Plus, I love hearing you moan.”
She squeezed Pinkie a little tighter and let out a content sigh. “This is nice.”
“It is.”
“I could stay like this forever,” Applejack murmured, closing her eyes.
Pinkie drew in a shallow, but content, breath. “Me too.”
At that moment, their stomach growled very noisily.
“Er…” Pinkie paused. “Actually…”
“Post-sex snack break?” Applejack asked.
Pinkie nodded. “Post-sex snack break.”
Author's Note
Many thanks to my Patrons for allowing me to return to this series (it was January's vote), hope y'all enjoyed it. And thank you for sticking around for some enby representation.
Also if i fucked up Pinkie's pronouns let me know.