The Debaucherous Week of a Canterlot Apple Farmer

by garatheauthor

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Equestria Girls, Porn, Sex, Sunset Shimmer, Twilight Sparkle (EqG), Applejack
Length: 20452

Applejack is a very busy woman but still manages to find time to fuck all of her friends.

The life of an apple farmer isn't easy, with little free time to live a fulfilling life. However, Applejack has a day planner and a mission to spend one day with each of her lovely girlfriends. What follows, is a not too wholesome week of debaucherous sex with a bunch of girls thirsty for a butch top with a massive cock.

Third story of my Equestria Girls: University Edition series, prior reading, while appreciated, is not necessary.

Proofread by the ever lovely, Cynewulf.

Cover art done by Heartshine, many thanks to her.

Story includes:
Chapter 1 - Girl on girl on girl, oral, vaginal, tender loving fucking, Sunset and Twilight being utter brats, and sweet sweet butch girls, depressingly realistic cumshots.
Chapter 2 - F/NB, enby character, bondage, good old fashion fucking, food play, vibrators, and a nice dosage of D/s undertones.

1) Just as a note, this fic does contain trans representation. The girls portrayed are not traps, futa, or crossdressers. Thank you.
2) Fic also contains enby representation in Chapter 2, they/them pronouns are used with Pinkie Pie.

Published 2019-06-18 19:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-01-31 22:32:32 UTC

Prologue - Sunday

People didn’t give Applejack enough credit when it came to her ability to plan. They usually assumed she was laid back, going by some deep instinctual clockwork that got all her daily chores done, and falling into the flow of more capable planners like Twilight or Rarity when it came to anything more complex than feeding chickens and picking apples.

This couldn’t be farther from the truth. She had been keeping a planner in her back pocket since she was a preteen and had learned the art of balancing a busy schedule early in life. After all, when you needed to handle school, farm work, and a pretty thriving social life you were bound to get pretty good at it.

However, this week was proving to be a doozy, with her desperately scanning this week’s schedule for any place to trim a couple hours from her already packed agenda.

A low whistle interrupted her.

“Looks like you got a busy week,” Big Mac commented, peering over her shoulder.

Applejack chuckled. “Yeah you could say that.”

“Need any help?”

“I wouldn’t mind having someone to bounce ideas off of.”

Big Mac nodded and pulled out a chair, plopping himself down across from her.

“So, what’s up?” he asked.

“Well each of the girls wants to see me this week.”

“Privately, or as a group?”

Applejack felt her face warm. “Privately…mostly.”

Big Mac held up a defensive hand. “I ain’t here to judge the intricacies of your personal life, sis. Just trying to get a frame of mind for what we’re up against. So, who are you planning to see first?”

“Well, Twilight and Sunset are free tomorrow so I was thinking of having them over for the day.”

Big Mac smirked. “Should I make an effort to avoid the west field tomorrow?”

Applejack chuckled. “If ya wouldn’t mind.”

“Not at all. I owe you one.”

“We each owe each other plenty, so don’t sweat it.”’

Applejack scribbled away in her book, circling her Monday arrangement.

“So, what’s going on Tuesday?” Big Mac asked.

“Well here’s the problem. I really want to spend some time with Pinkie, since they’ve got Tuesdays and Thursdays mostly free, but…”

“But?”

“I promised Applebloom that I’d take her and her friends to the mall.”

“No way you could pawn them off on Rarity or Rainbow?”

“I mean I could, but…I promised.”

“Applejack, I understand, but doesn’t Rarity owe you one?”

“She does…but what if she’s busy?”

“Then we can figure out a plan B, heck I could take them if need be.”

“You sure?”

“Of course.”

Applejack crossed out the mall trip from her book, and wrote a note to phone Rarity. She then checked off her date with Pinkie, which was somehow surrounded by pink hearts she didn’t quite remember putting there.

“Wednesday?” Big Mac asked.

“Well Rainbow has a lecture in the morning but I was thinking of hanging out with her afterwards.”

“At her place?”

“Maybe, why?”

Big Mac chuckled. “It’s just…usually your hang outs need a bit more open space is all.”

Applejack groaned, burying her face into her hands. “How do you know about that?”

“Because even though I am a very accepting big brother, you have a nasty habit of not warning me when you’re planning to do something freaky. So, I accidently walk past the memory pond, minding my own business, when I caught you two doing…” He rolled his wrist. “Stuff.”

“Do you mind…”

“Not visiting the memory pond on Wednesday?”

“Yep…”

“You got it. I have a date anyways.”

“Wait, really?”

He nodded.

“Things going steady between you three?” Applejack asked.

“It’s getting pretty serious, and Thunderlane seems to like her.”

“I’m so happy for you! When do I finally get to meet her?”

He chuckled. “We’ll see how things go after our third date.”

“Fair enough.”

She tapped her Thursday plans with the tip of her pen. “Now Thursday’s the tough one. Rarity wants to see me.”

“Only Rarity would think it’d be a good idea to bug you on a Thursday. Doesn’t she know that you’re going to be busy with the farmer’s market.”

“I told her.”

“And what did she say.”

“That I could come by afterwards.”

Big Mac snorted. “You’d think she’d have a better idea of how long it takes to disassemble, transport, and unload a booth’s worth of goods.”

Applejack shook her head. “Clothing’s a different ball game. It doesn’t take her nearly as long to close shop.”

He sighed. “We’ll bring Applebloom around and see if she can help me out.”

“Mac…I ain’t abandoning you for a booty call.”

“Applejack, you work harder than anyone else in this family. You deserve to have a cushy week”

“No way, you work just as hard.”

“Then you can make up for it by doing my chores, Sunday.”

She nodded. “Sounds good.”

With that, she circled her plans with Rarity.

“Friday’s clear, so I’m spending that with Fluttershy,” she said.

Big Mac whistled. “You got one hell of a busy week.”

“We ain’t even at Saturday yet.”

“What’s Saturday?”

She chuckled. “I’m uh…meeting someone new. A friend of Twi’s.”

“Which Twilight?”

“The one from these parts.”

“Anything you’d like to tell me about them?”

“I would if I could, but it’s a bit of a blind date.”

“Well I hope ya have a good time.”

Applejack starred at the initials, TS, in her planner.

“Me too.”

Chapter 1 - Monday (Twilight and Sunset)

Twilight stumbled back into the clearing. A bundle of kindling was cradled in her arms.

As she returned, she noticed Applejack standing triumphantly, one foot perched upon the stump she used for chopping wood. To either side of her was half of a log which had been cleanly divided by an ax, currently embedded into the ground.

Sunset was also there, staring at Applejack in wide-eyed awe, her cheeks tinted red.

Twilight walked over, dumping her load a top the pile of chopped wood. “What did I miss?”

Sunset looked at her girlfriend. “Applejack just uh…ripped a log in half.”

Twilight looked back at the two halves of a log and then at the grinning Applejack.

“Like…with her bare hands?” she asked.

Sunset nodded.

“Well, I mean, doesn’t her geode allow her to…”

Sunset cleared her throat and Twilight looked over, noticing that a familiar orange geode dangled from her hand.

Twilight’s jaw dropped. “No way.”

Applejack chuckled. “The perks of country living, girls. A little trick I picked up from my pa.”

She took her foot off the stump, replacing it with another log. Then she grabbed her heavy ax in one hand and twirled it before lifting it above her head and swinging down hard. The log hardly stood a chance as it was severed in two, like a warm knife going through butter.

Now Twilight felt fairly secure in her bisexuality. However, the sight of Applejack made her feel extremely gay and incredibly flustered. A feeling that Applejack’s attire only added to.

Applejack wore a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off her toned arms which had been honed through years of farm labour. As she lifted the ax above her head, her biceps and triceps bulged, glistening with a sheen of sweat that someone acquired through hard work. However, she made cutting wood look like child’s play, as she effortlessly swung the ax through yet another log, dividing it with little more than a grunt.

Paired with the shirt, Applejack wore faded blue jeans that clung to her lower half. These were not an everyday pair of jeans but rather something she wore around girls she was extremely intimate with. Their tightness was by design, emphasizing her thick legs and the large package nestled just below her belt. Sunset once dubbed these the, help Applejack is making me extremely gay, jeans.

Finally, she wore a Stetson. There wasn’t anything overtly sexy about it but Twilight couldn’t help but stare as Applejack took a break from cutting wood to take it off and comb a hand through her dampened hair.

As she did this, she shot the two of them a cocky grin.

“So, is one of you going to stop gawking long enough to come over here and suck my dick?”

Twilight blushed bright red and glanced at Sunset, quickly discovering that she was also helplessly gay and flustered. It was clear that they were both eager to do as Applejack asked.

Of course, there was a totally equitable way of deciding who got the privilege of sucking Applejack off first. All they needed to do was…

“Dibs!” Sunset shouted.

Motherfucker.

Sunset skipped over, making sure to stick out her tongue as she passed Twilight.

Applejack chuckled before taking a couple steps back, resting against the firm trunk of an apple tree. One hand rested against the handle of her axe, as she hooked the other through the belt of her jeans.

As Sunset closed the distance between them, Applejack casually undid her belt, and pulled it loose, before unzipping her fly. She then grunted softly as she adjusted the contents of her pants and allowed her soft girth to slip out.

Now Applejack was a well-endowed girl, with a sizeable cock, however, Sunset didn’t seem even a little reluctant in handling it.

After all, she was very familiar with Applejack’s body and knew just how much she could handle.

Sunset dropped to her knees in front of Applejack and looked up, grinning. However just as she was about to lean forward and get to work, Applejack placed a hand in her hair, holding her back mere inches from giving head.

“Not quite yet,” Applejack said.

Sunset flushed. “W-what?”

“It’s not nice to just suck someone’s dick without asking, Sunset. You gotta be polite about it.”

“Huh?”

Applejack loudly clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Now where are your manners?” She looked at Twilight. “You’d ask politely, right?”

Twilight quickly nodded. “Of course, Applejack.”

“Well then…maybe I should let you go first.”

Sunset whined, which caught Twilight completely off guard. She’d never heard Sunset make a noise quite like that before. It sounded positively bottom-like, like something Rainbow Dash would make in frustration.

When Applejack didn’t relent, Sunset mumbled something.

“What was that?” Applejack asked.

Sunset mumbled a little louder.

“I didn’t quite catch that,” Applejack sternly warned.

“Can I please suck your dick?” Sunset grumbled, finally audible.

Applejack chuckled softly. “Sure thing, sugarcube.”

Sunset burned a fiery red as she leaned forward and took the head of Applejack’s cock between her lips, suckling ever so tenderly upon it.

Applejack groaned softly and Twilight could see her grip tighten, squeezing the handle of the ax just a little tighter.

She then grinned at Twilight. “You look flustered.”

Twilight chuckled nervously. “It’s not everyday that I see Sunset…”

“Being such a bottom?”

“Y-yeah.”

Applejack smirked. “I have that effect on people.”

She placed her large hand on the back of Sunset’s head and began gently stroking her hair.

“That a girl,” Applejack breathed.

Sunset’s ears perked up as she drew away, taking a deep reassuring breath. She then leaned back in, this time dragging her tongue along Applejack’s length, carefully tracing the entire length, all the way from cockhead to the small tuft of blonde pubic hair at the base.

Applejack smirked and cocked a brow at Twilight. “Do you wanna help her out?”

“I’d love too!”

Twilight winced.

Ok, maybe that was a little too eager.

However, Applejack let it slide as she gestured her over.

Twilight quickly stepped forward, eagerly taking the opportunity.

She was about to drop to her knees when Applejack placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her.

“W-what?” Twilight stammered.

Applejack’s hand slid gently across her collarbone before every so carefully grasping the small necklace Twilight wore. It was a simple silver chain with a blazing sun, done in yellow, orange, and red glass, hanging from it.

“Well isn’t that just the prettiest necklace I’ve ever seen.”

It was a very beautiful piece of jewelry.

Twilight flushed. “Why thank you.”

Her gaze quickly returned to Sunset, who was now dragging her tongue along the underside of Applejack’s cock, once again slowly covering the entire length. Once she returned to the tip, she took it between her lips and bobbed forward swiftly, her hair bouncing as she travelled a good couple of inches.

Applejack quivered softly as her breath hitched

“It’s a might less obvious than what Rarity has coco wearing.” Applejack shuddered, her jaw clenching. “And way more practical,” she hissed. “I like it.”

Twilight’s cheeks darkened. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I’m not as oblivious as you think, sugarcube. I’ve been around Rarity long enough to know what’s a collar and what isn’t.” She chuckled and patted the back of Sunset’s head. “Ain’t I right?”

Sunset slowly drew back.

In response, Applejack’s grip tightened, stopping her dead.

“A thumbs up or thumbs down will do just fine,” she warned.

Sunset burned as she lifted her hand and gave a thumbs up. She then resumed her shallow bobbing, moving up and down Applejack’s cock in long fluid motions, never remaining idle for long.

Applejack groaned at the treatment, a full-blown moan wafting from her parted lips.

“It’s a clever idea,” she said. “Though…”

Twilight swallowed hard, unable to keep her eyes off the masterfully given blowjob.

“Though?”

Applejack smirked at Sunset, her grip loosening as she returned to softly stroking her hair.

“I think Sunset forgot to make one for herself.”

Sunset’s cheeks bloomed to such a wonderfully humiliated shade of red. Yet she continued to dutifully bob and slurp without protest. Each motion she took, each bounce of her hair, each bob downwards grew increasingly passionate, her mouth tightly hugging Applejack’s erection the entire time, cradling it within the plush embrace of her lips.

She handled Applejack’s girth with practiced ease, not making so much as a single displeased sound or gag. Instead all Twilight could hear was the wet gush of oral and Applejack’s accompanying melody of moans and grunts.

Applejack drew her hand away from the necklace and Twilight got the message, dropping to her knees.

Since Sunset was busy handling Applejack’s sizeable girth, Twilight busied herself elsewhere. She eased under Applejack’s erection and gently kissed her sack.

Applejack inhaled deeply, and Twilight beamed, seeing this as a good sign. She parted her lips and took one of Applejack’s balls in her mouth, ever so carefully rolling her tongue around it, suckling with only the lightest touch.

She felt Applejack tense, and soon found a hand on the back of her own head, as the axe thudded against the soft soil below.

“F-fuck,” Applejack moaned between her hurried and hushed breaths.

Meanwhile, Sunset had ventured as far down Applejack’s girth as she was able. The tip must’ve been tickling the back of her throat, considering the way her posture tensed and eyes closed. Her tongue rolled swiftly around Applejack’s length as her lips formed a tight seal. She continued her little motions, bobbing quickly from about the median point to the edge of her comfort zone every couple of seconds.

Unfortunately, she got a little too reckless and went a bit further than she should’ve. It wasn’t terrible, but it was enough for her to violently gag and swiftly jerk back.

Thankfully, Applejack’s tight grip instantly evaporated, allowing her to fall draw back unhindered.

“You alright, sugarcube?” Applejack asked, gently stroking Sunset’s cheek with a single finger.

Sunset coughed a couple times, wiping away at her pre stained lips before waving Applejack off. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine. Sorry about that.”

Applejack chuckled, though this swiftly devolved into a crude series of curse words, accompanied by even cruder groans, as Twilight traded one ball for another, suckling upon it hard enough to garner such a passionate response.

“N-nothing to be sorry about.” She groaned. “Just take it nice and slow. Don’t want you hurting yourself.”

Sunset flushed and nodded. She then leaned closer and took Applejack back between her lips. This time she eased herself forward, moving at a snail’s pace as she slowly travelled the length between Applejack’s tip and about halfway down. As she worked it, she methodically rolled her tongue, making sure that no single nerve was left untreated. She would occasionally pause, using the opportunity to suckle softly and take a much-needed breather.

It wasn’t too long before Applejack’s hand returned to the back of Sunset’s head, tenderly petting her.

As this happened, Twilight had grown a little bored of her supportive role. So, she popped off of Applejack’s balls, turning her attention towards her shaft. After all, Sunset was only using half of it. That still left a generous couple inches for Twilight to mark her claim.

She carefully kissed the base of Applejack’s cock, right at the spot where it connected to her pubes. She then dragged her tongue in tight little circles up the side of her erection, tenderly toying with her.

Occasionally, she would pause and instead press her lips firmly against Applejack flesh, suckling sharply upon her erection. This was enough to draw forth a series of moans and groans, and the sucking in of air through tightly clenched teeth.

Eventually, Twilight’s voyage accidently wandered a little too high, as she and Sunset collided, with Twilight’s forehead bumping into Sunset’s chin.

Twilight drew back. “Sorry about that, babe.”

Sunset merely grunted a response, currently too occupied with the cock in her mouth to give much more than that. At this point, her confidence had returned and she rapidly bobbed along. A hungry pleasured groan rumbled in the back of Sunset’s throat as the wet smacking of oral provided the ideal background to her and Applejack’s depraved duet.

However, Applejack brought this melody to an end as she stiffened her grip within Sunset’s hair, gently slowing her down.

Applejack breathed deeply, taking a moment to steady herself. “How…how about you give Twilight a turn?”

Sunset let out this muffled whimper as she looked up at Applejack with puppy dog eyes. All of which looked absolutely hilarious with her mouth crammed full of dick and cheeks puffed out like a squirrel.

“It’s only fair,” Applejack warned.

Sunset rolled her eyes, but obeyed, slowly pulling away. As the dick was just about to slip out, she jerked back sharply, making sure to leave with a nice wet pop.

Applejack shuddered as her rock-hard cock now stood naked to the world. It was dripping with fluids as saliva and pre melded together to make it glisten in the midday sun. And even though they were currently outdoors, the immediate area was heavy with the scent of depravity, accented beautifully with subtle undertone of the rich soil and damp wood of the surrounding orchard.

When Applejack was finally ready to continue, she looked at Twilight, gesturing for her to come forward.

Twilight inched closer, positioning herself just in front of Applejack’s cock. From this position, it was down right intimidating as her large meat hovered right before her nose, almost making her go cross-eyed. The tip was only a fraction of an inch away from booping her.

Much like Sunset, Twilight began slowly. She eased the first couple of inches into her mouth, savouring the flavour and adjusting to the sensation of having Applejack upon her palate. Thankfully, as she started bobbing, Sunset’s saliva proved to be a wonderful lubricant, allowing her to move fluidly without too much hinderance. Among the fluids, she could taste Applejack’s pre. It was thin and held the distinctive flavour someone gained through a fruit heavy diet.

She could feel Sunset at her back and soon a pair of arms wrapped around her midsection, embracing her tightly.

“You’re doing wonderful,” Sunset whispered.

Twilight warmed but let the words motivate her. She began to bob, allowing her tightly pressed lips to slowly glide across Applejack’s quivering flesh. She could feel the way her oral affected Applejack, feeling her tense and quiver, hearing her moan. As she looked up, she could see the effect she had, noticing it in the way Applejack bit her lip and furrowed her brow.

Sunset kissed her neck and Twilight moaned against Applejack.

“F-fuck that feels good,” Applejack mumbled. “Make her do that again.”

Sunset smirked and teased Twilight yet again, directing a kiss towards a little nook in her neck. This was far more receptive to Sunset’s lips, drawing forth another airy moan which washed across Applejack’s pride.

Applejack sighed contently. “Gods, that…that is something else.”

Twilight could feel one of Sunset’s hands glide upwards, across the fabric of her blouse. It found a home upon her breast, squeezing it through her shirt and bra.

Still, even through the fabric, the sensation of fingers gripping her was enough for Twilight to suckle sharply and make a noise that was halfway between a quiver and moan.

This in turn made Applejack stomp her foot and groan. “F-fuck.”

Twilight pushed forward for a final time, coming to a stop about halfway down Applejack’s cock. Her hair bounced forward, her bangs now falling in front of her eyes and blocking her view. She remained motionless for a moment, taking the time to breath. Her tongue slowly circled Applejack’s girth, carefully and methodically exploring every inch of her flesh.

By now her jaw was beginning to ache, yet she persisted. After all, the only way to build one’s endurance was to exercise an underdeveloped muscle.

Applejack reached down, brushing a finger through her bangs and moving them aside.

“Y-you’re doing wonderful, sugarcube,” she said, offering a shaky smile.

If Twilight had been wearing her tail, she would’ve been wagging it right now.

“Do you need a break?” Sunset asked, giving her a little squeeze.

Twilight had limited success in shaking her head but seemed to get the point across.

Applejack tenderly caressed her cheek, as Twilight drew back and resumed her motions, delivering curt little bobs across the middling few inches of Applejack’s erection. As she did this, she made sure to keep her gaze on Applejack’s face, studying it as she experimented. She changed her tempo, added the occasional suckle, used a bit of tongue here and there, and always varied her strategy. All the while she watched Applejack’s expression glide through varying degrees of pleasure, noting what worked and what really worked.

Eventually, she honed in on what caused Applejack the most pleasure, trying her best to replicate the perfect speed, tongue work, and…

And she accidently dipped just a little too deep, following proudly in her girlfriend’s footsteps by triggering a violent gagging reaction.

She jerked back quickly, popping off of Applejack’s cock, coughing and desperately struggling for breath.

Applejack chuckled. “By the gods, you two, ya don’t need to deepthroat me to get me off.”

Twilight wiped at her pre stained lips. “I know, it was an accident.”

Sunset playfully kissed her on the cheek, making her look over.

As they made eye contact, Sunset pressed forward and kissed her passionately. A million little sparks of intimacy fired between them as they held their union for a few long seconds. When they eventually broke apart, Sunset made sure to do so slowly, taking the opportunity to gently bite down and suckle upon Twilight’s bottom lip before finally retreating.

“Want to work together?” Twilight asked.

Sunset quickly glance at Applejack’s cock, which hovered only a few inches away.

“I’ll take the left side. You take the right?” she asked.

Twilight nodded.

“Then let’s do it,” Sunset said.

She let go of Twilight and scooted over, taking up position to the left, while Twilight slid over to the right.

The two of them glanced up at Applejack, who nodded, silently giving permission

They then shared one last look and smirked before diving in.

Sunset focused her attention upon the shaft, pressing her tongue against it and slowly dragging it up and down. She moved with great care, making sure to treat the sensitive cock with all the respect and courtesy it deserved.

Twilight, on the other hand, turned her attention to the glistening tip. She gave it a tender little peck, allowing the taste of pre to return to her. Then she delicately took the tip between her lips, suckling upon it softly. She probed at it with her tongue, making sure to gingerly roll around the head, toying with all the sensitive little nerve clusters.

All the while Applejack moaned and groaned and made all manner of lewd and crude noises. She curses and cussed and made sure to sprinkle in compliments, letting them know just how good they were being. She placed one of her large hands on the back of each of their heads, stroking their hair reassuringly.

Sunset began to move upwards, dragging her tongue along Applejack’s cock. She occasionally paused to plant her lips against the fluid-stained shaft, suckling and kissing it tenderly.

She then grabbed Twilight’s hand, squeezing it to get her attention.

Twilight looked over and they silently had a conversation, using eye movements and years of intimacy to get their points across, never once allowing their mouths to abandon their task.

With a decision reached, Twilight drew away from the tip and instead started to trail her way downwards, kissing, licking, and suckling with every inch.

As Twilight moved down and Sunset up, they eventually came into contact in the middle, their noses bumping into each other.

They paused for only a moment, then leaned in, attempting to kiss with Applejack’s cock wedged between them. And while it was very clumsy, they succeeded as their lips finally met.

Sunset and Twilight began to work together, lapping at either side of Applejack’s cock. Occasionally, their tongues would slide away from the shaft as they instead danced around each other, melding together playfully.

Applejack was clearly loving this, as she blew passed cloud nine, to some unknown world of Nirvana. Her eyes were closed and brow furrowed, as a constant droning melody dripped from her tightly pressed lips.

“I-I’m getting close,” Applejack drawled between shuddering breaths.

Twilight and Sunset looked into each other’s eyes, both nodding.

Together they began to climb along Applejack’s girth, slow moving towards the tip. They took their time, making hungry noises as they lewdly kissed and suckled, working together to probe and toy with the girth.

Sunset reached up with a hand and gently grasped Applejack’s sack, carefully rolling and caressing her balls in the palm of her hand.

Applejack groaned sharply, her grip upon their heads tightening with each passing second.

Eventually, the girls made it right to Applejack’s tip, wedging the exceptionally sensitive flesh between their mouths. They worked together, showering Applejack’s cockhead with constant affection. They suckled, and licked, and massaged it with all the care they could muster.

They were rewarded with a thin drizzle of pre which they eagerly shared, their tongues dancing around one another.

Applejack shuddered and gritted her teeth even tighter.

Eventually, Sunset and Twilight drew away from Applejack, their lips glistening with fluids as a few strands of depravity linked them and Applejack’s cock together.

Without uttering a word, the two of them came up with a plan.

It started with Sunset taking position in front of Applejack. She took her cock between her lips and bobbed forward in one fluid motion, going as deep as she could manage before pulling back with a loud pop.

As she drew back, Twilight replaced her. She did the same thing, hovering in front of Applejack before pressing forward, taking her cock in one fluid motion and drawing back just as quickly.

The two girls took turns with Sunset going down once, then Twilight, then Sunset, then Twilight.

Each attempt went a little deeper, and a little deeper, until the two of them were back at the same length that had tested them previously.

Sunset was the first to push herself as she pushed forward, slowing as she reached her previous record. However, instead of stopping, she pushed even harder, allowing Applejack into her throat. She balled her hand into a fist, pressing her thumb tightly against her palm.

However, she still gagged sharply and shot back, proving that little folk remedy wrong in a heartbeat.

Thankfully, Twilight was there to take care of Applejack while Sunset recovered. She took Applejack between her lips and began to swiftly bob, her hair bouncing as she looked up and tried to meet Applejack’s eye.

Applejack looked downright flustered as her cheeks burned a bright crimson and her eyes were hidden under the brim of her Stetson. Her chest rose and fell swiftly, heaving with each laboured breath.

“F-fuck,” she groaned.

Sunset tapped Twilight on the shoulder, indicating that she had recovered from her little coughing fit. So, Twilight jerked back, allowing Sunset to replace her and the cycle to resume.

The two of them continued to take turns, bobbing swiftly along a good portion of Applejack’s length. Their endurance held steady and they didn’t once get sloppy, always keeping their lips tightly pressed and their tongues constantly teasing and toying with her.

Eventually, all of this became too much to bear, as Applejack placed a firm hand on Twilight’s shoulder, easing her back, while lifting her other to dissuade Sunset from taking her place.

“Open wide,” Applejack warned as she wrapped a hand around her cock.

Sunset and Twilight looked at each other. Twilight hesitated while Sunset bore a cocky grin that told the world that she was ready for a face full of cum.

Applejack began to stroke her thick girth, doing so nice and slow. Her large hand was gentle, stroking her length in long fluid motions, all the way from the base to the tip. She paused, for only a second, when her hand reached the head, gently cradling and caressing it in the palm of her hand. Then she travelled all the way back to the base, using the mixture of saliva and pre to lubricate her progress.

With each successive pump, her wrist grew emboldened as she stroked herself faster and faster. Before long, her hand moved swiftly, eagerly jacking off her quivering erection.

Soon her whole form stood on a knife’s edge as she tensed up and took in a shuddering breath, waiting patiently for her inevitable orgasm.

It wasn’t long before her previously elegant motions grew shaky and sporadic. Her eyes were clamped shut and barely a breath escaped through her tightly pressed lips.

Finally, a shuddering sigh came forth, followed immediately by her whole form shivering as an orgasm racked her.

Twilight and Sunset waited patiently for their prize as…

A tiny spurt of nearly clear cum launched a few inches into the air, falling harmlessly onto the grass below.

And that was all she wrote.

Applejack chuckled nervously as she ran a hand through her hair. “S-sorry about that. I’ve uh…been on HRT for awhile now.”

Sunset smirked and leaned forward, giving Applejack’s fading erection a nice little kiss, right on the tip.

“It’s ok, I still had fun,” Sunset said, glancing at Twilight. “How about you?”

Twilight chuckled. “I uh…needed that. You have no idea how badly.”

“I can only imagine,” Applejack said as she shoved her cock back into her pants. “Now how about we get these chores finished and see if I can do something about returning the favour.”

Sunset bolted to her feet. “Dibs on riding her face!”

Twilight’s gaze was locked upon the still noticeable bulge in Applejack’s jeans. “Sounds good to me.”

Applejack snorted. “Alright, alright, you can divvy me up after we finish cutting wood.”

This proved to be an ideal motivator.

Applejack stood in the middle on her kitchen, sipping a large cup of coffee. It was actually rather peaceful in her house at the moment. With her folks out for the evening, and her girls currently in the shower, there wasn’t too much to do but enjoy the calm that came after a hard day’s work.

Her muscles ached nicely and she was just exhausted, meaning she could take pride in the fact she had worked her ass off. Though hopefully, her body would be a sport and cooperate when it came to enjoying a much-needed reward.

A few rooms over the shower stopped and she heard two girls climb out. They dried off, made a few hushed quips, and let out a faint giggle which betrayed what they had in mind.

The bathroom door opened and Applejack hid her smirk behind another sip of coffee.

As expected, Sunset and Twilight were absolute demons.

Each entered the kitchen only wearing a towel. However, they didn’t even have the decency to cover their bodies, instead opting to wrap up their soaking wet hair. This gave Applejack a perfect view of their nudity.

“Sorry Applejack,” Sunset said. “We couldn’t find anymore towels.”

Applejack smirked, placing her mug on the counter. “I ain’t complaining.”

“I didn’t think you would.”

Sunset’s body more closely resembled Applejack’s own, with a toned core, muscular legs, and thick arms which had been honed through years of landscaping, hard work, and general exercise. However, where Applejack was a more traditional butch, Sunset had a bit more femininity to her. This was revealed nicely when you peeled the layers of denim and plaid off.

Sunset smirked like a minx as she leaned against the wall and reached above her head, stretching. Her body went taut and Applejack could see a few lingering beads of water draw darkened streaks across her flesh, with one especially sultry droplet gliding down her breast before pooling at the nipple and dripping onto the floor.

Applejack maintained her calm, gesturing to them.

“Can I get you two anything to drink?”

Twilight’s gaze was locked upon her crotch. “I can think of one thing.”

Her body was much softer than either Applejack or Sunset’s, with her weight forming nicely in a set of generous hips that Applejack desperately wanted to squeeze. Her belly was just as soft, with a cuteness that Applejack needed to play with and touch. Plus, long legs accompanied by thick thighs which Applejack wanted nothing more than to nibble upon, kiss, and do all sorts of things that would make Twilight squeak.

Unlike Sunset, Twilight retained a single article of clothing, wearing her necklace which hung right between her breasts.

Also, unlike Sunset, Twilight did not attempt to emphasize her body, as she instead stood there politely, with her hands folded respectfully behind her back.

Applejack smirked. “Well you better let me know what it is, because you two seem thirsty as all hell.”

The two of them blushed a fiery red.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” Applejack snickered. “Though can we at least get to my room before we do anything too crazy?”

Sunset nodded. “Yeah sure, lead the way.”

“Oh, you’ve been here enough times. I’m sure you can find it on your own.”

Sunset looked at Twilight and Twilight at Sunset. They could tell something was up but Applejack wasn’t revealing anything as she instead calmly picked up her coffee and drained the rest in one mighty gulp.

So, they turned around and began to head into the hall.

That’s when Applejack made her move. She closed the gap between them with a few heavy-footed strides, getting up right behind them before either could react.

Applejack then drew her hands back and spanked them sharply.

Sunset yelped loudly, hopping forwards while Twilight merely shuddered and brightened at the impact.

Applejack grinned. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

“It’s alright,” Twilight said, smoldering at Applejack.

Sunset snorted. “Could’ve warned us.”

“And y’all could’ve warned me that you were planning to come out of the shower naked.”

To make up for what she’d done, she leaned in and gave each of them a little peck on the cheek. However, she didn’t remove her hands from either backside as she instead held firm, leading them towards her room.

Once they entered her bedroom, she finally let go.

Her room wasn’t anything special. It was just your average digs for a young woman. There was a twin bed pressed against the only wall with a window, a bookshelf with some movies, games, and yes, even a book or two, a laptop on a chair which also acted as a hamper and closet, and posters and photos littering the walls, showing off past exploits, family, and friends to anyone who visited.

She gestured to her bed. “You two can sit down. I just need a moment.”

Twilight and Sunset looked at each other before gliding across the room and falling upon Applejack’s bed. The old springs creaked under their weight. Hopefully they would support one more romp.

The two of them then moved at the same time, pulling their towels off and tossing them aside. Their still damp hair cascaded down, draping across their shoulders, and in the case of Twilight, along her back.

Applejack whistled softly. “You know some girls are lucky if they can only find one special somebody in their lives.”

Sunset grinned. “Gods, Applejack. How come your mom let you have six gorgeous girlfriends?”

“Oh, this has nothing to do with my mama. It turns out all you need to do is be a top and extremely butch.”

Twilight grinned. “And have a massive dick.”

“And have a massive dick,” Applejack agreed.

She breathed out slowly before reaching for the buttons of her plaid shirt. One by one she popped them open, glancing at the girls as she did so, making sure she had their attention. She couldn’t help but smirk when she noticed their gaze glued to her. It was nice having an audience to watch her undress.

Kinda makes me feel pretty.

Eventually, she loosened the last button and shrugged off her shirt, revealing her upper body.

She was built like a tank with abs, biceps, and triceps sculped from steel. However, this wasn’t the finely crafted body of a bodybuilder but rather the functional body of a workhorse. Her stomach held weight to it, giving her a bit of a belly. Plus, she had broad shoulders, which she could’ve easily perched a basket of apples upon.

Applejack stretched, lifting her hands above her head and spinning on her heels, giving her girls a nice long look at her body. She made sure they could see every muscle, scar, imperfection, and mark of beauty. Her flesh was a mosaic and she had no shame in flaunting it.

Next, she hooked a finger under her bra, peeling it off and tossing it aside in one fluid motion.

Her breasts were petite, firm, and easily handleable. As proof, she lightly grasped them and began to gently massage and knead them. It felt nice, but she knew it would’ve felt so much nicer with Sunset and Twilight involved.

Since the girls had already sucked her dick, she performed less of a ceremony in removing her pants. She simply undid her belt and wiggled out of them without too much of a fuss.

All that was left were a tight pair of boxers which tried desperately to hold against the bulge which dominated them.

Applejack smiled at the attention her partners showered upon her as she walked towards her bed. She did so slowly, allowing the moment to purposefully drag on and tease her lovers.

Once at her bed, she plopped down between her girls, looking left and right and trying to figure out what to do first.

Start with the basics, sugarcube.

She leaned in and kissed Sunset. An electric spark crackled between them as both parties leaned in and their collective passion emboldened. Sunset’s lips parted and Applejack took the chance to gently tease her, dragging her tongue along her lips before ever so carefully pushing into her mouth.

However, Twilight must’ve grown impatient as Applejack felt her press again her side. She could feel dark hair brush against her ribs and…

She gasped sharply, jerking back at the sudden sensation of lips upon her nipple.

Twilight kissed softly, a mischievous glint in her eye as she carefully took the sensitive little nub between her lips and suckled tenderly upon it.

Applejack inhaled sharply and closed her eyes, a shuddering breath falling from her lips.

She placed a hand on the back of Twilight’s head, wanting nothing more than to keep her locked in place, never wanting this to end. Instead, the situation got even better as Sunset leaned in and flicked Applejack’s other nipple with the tip of her tongue. Within a moment, there were two sets of lips upon her body, each latched to one of her insanely sensitive nipples.

The sensation nearly overwhelmed Applejack, her body quivering. She felt her erection pulse and could feel a thin trickle of pre soak her boxers. Her other hand came up and cradled Sunset’s head, and for a moment, she remained content, petting both girls as they pleasured her.

Twilight’s slender hand glided gingerly across Applejack’s side before slipping into her shorts. Her delicate fingers firmly grasped Applejack’s girth, causing her to tense and let out a shuddering sigh. She then stroked her cock, massaging her length with slow but purposeful strides.

Meanwhile, Sunset popped off of Applejack’s nipple and looked up, grinning from ear to ear. She grasped Applejack’s hand and guided it between her haunches. Applejack took the hint easily enough and began to grind two thick fingers against Sunset’s folds. She did so delicately, gliding her digits all the way from the taint up to Sunset’s clit, giving it a little circular massage, before heading back down and repeating the process.

Sunset’s body tensed and a sigh fell from her lips.

“F-fuck,” she groaned.

Occasionally Applejack’s hand would stiffen or spasm, brought on by Twilight’s ever-dedicated wrist work as she liberally jacked off her girlfriend.

Applejack leaned forward and planted a tender kiss on the crook of Sunset’s neck. It was a tiny spot which was especially respective to all forms of stimulant. Kisses, love bites, suckles, no matter the flavour, Applejack delivered them without restraint, her lips tracing Sunset’s contours with practiced ease.

Sunset’s moans grew more intense as her whole body began to quiver. One of her hands gripped Applejack’s sheets as the other rested on her shoulder, squeezing it firmly.

Twilight let out a pitiful whimper and Applejack glanced at her. The poor thing was probably mighty needy herself.

Luckily, Applejack had two functional hands. So, she offered the other one to Twilight, allowing her to guide it between her legs. Applejack then began to toy with her lower lips, drawing careful circles around them.

The two girls moaned, their pleasure music to Applejack’s ears, providing a lovely tempo for her to follow.

By now, Sunset was soaking and Applejack stroked her lips a few more times, really coating her fingers in her rich fluids before pushing two meaty fingers into her body.

Sunset tensed, her grip on Applejack’s shoulder becoming uncomfortably tight. However, she let out the cutest little moan Applejack had ever heard.

I thought you were supposed to be a top.

A moment later, Applejack turned her attention to Twilight, pushing two fingers into her and pistoning them at a fairly steady pace. Not too fast but not too slow, a nice rhythm to get her riled up and tense, while keeping her far away from the edge of a potential orgasm.

They remained like this for a solid minute, with Applejack fingering them as Twilight continued her increasingly sporadic hand job.

However, once those precious seconds were up, Applejack slowed, bringing her wrists to a stop.

Both Twilight and Sunset whined, grinding their hips needily against Applejack’s hands. Yet, she didn’t so much as budge.

Instead, she drew her hands away, extending her fingers and showing off the web of thick fluids which bridged them together. Once she was sure that she had their attention, she then brought one finger forward and suckled upon it, cleaning it off for both to see. She then did the same with a finger on the other hand, making a show of savouring it.

For a moment she remained silent, contemplating, judging them.

She then smacked her lips and smirked. “Alright Sunset, you can ride my face. You taste better.”

Sunset shot off a cocky grin. “Sounds good to me.”

Applejack nodded and began to crawl into position, laying on her back. She hooked a thumb into her boxers and tugged them off, freeing her erection. It shot straight up, impossibly hard.

Once settled, she gestured to Sunset, who crawled over top of her, positioning herself right over Applejack’s mouth.

Applejack placed one of her hands firmly on Sunset’s hips. She used it to help guide her into position, gently easing her down until both of their lips finally met.

“Holy fuck,” Sunset mumbled.

Applejack sprung into action. She opened her mouth and kissed Sunset’s lower lips, suckling gently upon them. Her tongue pressed forth, hungrily pushing into her form. She was careful with how she progressed, giving Sunset abundant time to adjust to the sudden insertion.

Sunset didn’t seem to mind as she quivered violently and dug one of her hands deep into Applejack’s rich blonde hair, gripping onto it for dear life.

Her hips began to gyrate, carefully grinding against Applejack’s face.

Applejack pushed her tongue even deeper into Sunset, swirling it tightly in lethargic circles. She knew Sunset’s body and could easily prod all of her most sensitive spots. However, she didn’t do that. Instead, she played with Sunset, making sure that the climb towards bliss was slow and drawn out.

By this time, Twilight had also gotten into position and Applejack could feel her glistening sex graze against the tip of her erection. It was enough to make her moan right into Sunset’s body.

Applejack’s free hand reached out, knowing exactly what would happen next.

A moment later, Twilight’s hand was within her own and she squeezed it gently. It was a reassuring squeeze, an intimate squeeze, one which brought comfort and reassurance.

Twilight relaxed and moved her hips a fraction of an inch lower, and Applejack could feel Twilight’s lips part as the tip of her cock slid into her soaking wet body. She could feel Twilight’s warmth as her lips cradled Applejack’s erection.

A gasp edged forth from Twilight as her grip on Applejack’s hand tightened.

She took a shaky breath and began to rock her hips, grinding herself against the tip of Applejack’s erection. After a few cycles, she allowed her legs to relax and dropped another inch, letting Applejack push deeper into her form.

It was nice being inside of Twilight. Her body was eager to host Applejack’s erection, cradling it tightly in warmth and arousal.

Applejack was tempted to thrust upwards but restrained herself. When it came to sex with Twilight, you needed to be patient and let her set the pace.

Sunset ground her hips hard against Applejack’s maw, desperately trying to get even another inch of tongue deeper into her form. Her thighs clamped against Applejack’s head, squeezing it gently, as a crude moan rushed forth through parted lips.

Applejack eagerly pleasured her, pushing her meagre tongue as deep as she could. What her tongue lacked in raw size and girth, it made up for in finesse and vigour, drawing purposeful strides through her body. She probed and prodded, flicked and caressed, licked and suckled. Sunset’s body was an instrument which Applejack could manipulate and play with practiced ease.

She was rewarded by Sunset quivering as a series of shuddering gasps came rushing forth, each a fresh note that Applejack orchestrated with gleeful perversion.

Sunset’s hands slipped away from the sheets as she instead reached up and slid both into her abundant hair, gripping it as she rode out a fit of passion.

“F-fuck Applejack,” she groaned. “Getting right to point, aren’t we?”

Applejack snorted, projecting her warmth right against Sunset’s crotch.

If she’s going to be smart about it.

Without warning, her tongue began to slow.

Sunset’s reaction was immediately as her thighs tensed and a panicked whimper bubbled in the back of her throat.

“Let’s n-not get hasty here,” she breathed.

Applejack smirked and continued to slow her tempo, really drawing out Sunset’s agony. It wasn’t long before she offered only a few painfully slow circles, a pitiful holding pattern that merely teased her.

Then, just as she seemed ready to beg, Applejack dove back in, swiftly rolling her tongue inside of Sunset and doubling down on her effort to bring about her bliss.

Sunset tensed even more, and for a moment, Applejack feared that she’d crush her head like a watermelon. Thankfully this was narrowly avoided as Sunset surrendered herself to the pleasure, slowly relaxing with each caress of the G-spot and suckle upon her swollen lower lips.

At the same time, Twilight had begun to grow emboldened. Her motions were jerky and sporadic, lacking fluidity, but she had taken a respectable amount of Applejack’s girth.

She began at the tip, grinding her soaking wet lips against the head of Applejack’s cocks. Then she’d slowly glide down, not stopping until she was about halfway towards the base. At which point, she slowed and let out the cutest little quivering moan. Suddenly, she’d stop and remain motionless, though for only a few moments. Her hips would shallowly rock in place as she adjusted to being so stuffed. Finally, she slowly crawled back up, took a breather, and repeated the process anew.

Applejack loved this, enjoying the sensation of Twilight’s slow ride, the feeling of her quivering, the way her whole body fluttered when she took as much cock as she could handle. It was bashful, innocent, and awkward all in one. And Applejack loved every second of it.

Her cock remained rock hard as her shaft quivered, her balls tightening as they warned her that they couldn’t handle this for much longer. In response, she took a deep breath, brushing cool air against Sunset’s lips. She reinforced her lungs and tightened her core muscles. This would hopefully starve off orgasm for a little while longer.

Twilight completed another of her clumsy cycles before drawing back and positioning herself at the tip. She remained their, longer than usual, as she took a series of determined breaths, her grip upon Applejack’s hand tightening.

Applejack was curious at the sudden display of determination but the reasoning became crystal clear as Twilight moved once more. She glided down swiftly, blowing past her previous depth, bottoming out. With her lips against the base, she refused to linger, soon easing back towards the tip. However, she edged back down again and again, without pause. Soon her clumsy motions gained momentum, and before long, she had established a steady pace, gliding along with ease.

Applejack’s back arched as she crudely groaned into Sunset’s pussy. Her tongue was tense and her body soon seized, growing temporarily sporadic and clumsy.

The effects of her sudden paralysis were clear as Sunset squirmed and groaned in dismay.

“I was so close,” she begged. “Don’t give up on me now, Applejack.”

Now, Applejack was never one to disappoint. So, she steeled herself, trying her best to ignore the constant pressure building in her crotch. She closed her eyes and took a shuddering breath to calm her nerves. Slowly, she regained control, her tongue returning to its previous vigour.

However, she didn’t stop there. Now was the time to drive home her advantage and hold nothing back. She pressed her tongue as far into Sunset as she could, hungrily pushing into of her, exploring her body. Applejack knew Sunset’s sex like the back of her hand and could easily plot a trip that would see her grace all of her most sensitive spots in rapid succession. She bounced between each, her tongue prodding and caressing with no restraint.

Before long, Sunset was a quivering mess, her whole body taut with ecstasy. She threw back her head and gasped. A sound, which was a half way between a chuckle and moan, dribbled forth in the aftermath.

She couldn’t hold up against Applejack’s touch for long and soon her back arched as a final note pierced the calm. It was a sharp gasp, followed immediately by her body shuddering and a splash of warm fluids entering Applejack’s mouth.

The taste was…well, it was a taste. Not bad, not good, but it was its source it that made it so rewarding. The pride she felt for being able to get one of her partners off, especially in such a speedy fashion. It was nice, to say the least.

Sunset’s thighs relaxed, unclamping Applejack’s skull as she rolled to the side, flopping onto the bed.

Applejack grinned as she wiped Sunset’s essence away with the back of her hand.

“E-enjoy yourself?” Applejack breathed, trying to steady herself as Twilight managed to edge out another moan.

Sunset simply nodded, too tired for words. Instead she lifted a hand into the air and flashed Applejack a thumbs up.

“Glad to hear it.”

With Sunset momentarily sated, Applejack turned her attention to Twilight.

Twilight continued her slow but steady pace, her hips bouncing fairly fluidly. Her breasts bobbed in the air, with each motion, and her soft stomach mimicked them.

Her face was contorted into a tight little expression with her eyes closed and teeth biting gently into her lower lip.

Applejack grinned and let go of Twilight’s hand. Instead, she moved both to her abundant hips, carefully squeezing them.

Twilight shuddered, one of her eyes opening to see what just happened. Her gaze flicked between Applejack’s grinning maw and Sunset’s exhausted form.

She flushed. “I…AH…I’m sorry. Am I…Am I taking too long?”

Applejack let out a content sigh. “Not at all, sugarcube. You take as long as you need. I’m enjoying every second of this.”

Though judging by the tightness in her sack, as long as she need, better be within the next couple of minutes.

Twilight nodded, bringing a fist to her mouth to muffle a rather pronounced moan.

“I love the way you feel, Twilight,” Applejack drawled. “It’s real nice being inside of you, feeling you hug my dick like that.”

Twilight warmed. “S-shut up.”

Her pace quickened as she rapidly bounced up and down Applejack’s dick. She also deepened her strides, allowing a couple more inches of Applejack’s girth to enter her hungry form. It wouldn’t be much longer before she bottomed out and both of their hips slapped loudly against one another.

Applejack tightened, hissing out a pleasured moan through gritted teeth.

“Now, now,” she grumbled. “Ain’t nothing to be ashamed of.” She looked at Sunset. “Is there anything wrong with one girlfriend telling another just how fantastic she feels during sex?”

Sunset grinned. “How come you never sweet talk me like that?”

“Well, if you hadn’t noticed, you were too busy trying to crush my skull to give me much of a chance to get a word in edgewise.”

Sunset snorted and bopped her lightly on the nose. “Smart ass.”

Twilight leaned forward, placing her hands against Applejack’s hard stomach. Her hips continued their quicken pace, growing swifter with each passing moment. She moaned loudly, her pleasured song acting as the ideal background to their love making.

Applejack added her own chorus to the duet, her grip on Twilight’s hips tightening. She wanted nothing more than to bury her dick into Twilight, to ride her like there was no tomorrow.

However, she proved patient, never pressuring or pushing Twilight’s comfort.

Twilight closed her eyes and bit down on her lip. She gradually slowed, coming to a stop with only the tip of Applejack’s erection in her.

Neither of them moved for a moment, each taking a few blissful seconds to calm their heaving chests and rapidly beating hearts.

Twilight then sucked in one purposeful breath and glided down. She did so slowly, allowing her swollen, wet, and warm lowers lips to tightly hug Applejack’s pulsing erection.

Her downwards motion didn’t come to a stop until both of their hips met with a wet, meaty clap.

Twilight shuddered at the impact, taking a shaky breath.

She tried to pull back but Applejack’s grip denied her the option. She was stuck and at Applejack’s mercy.

“Fuck,” Applejack groaned. “I could stay like this forever, sugarcube. There’s nothing better than being inside of you.”

Twilight flushed, looking bashfully to the side.

Since she could no longer bounce on Applejack’s cock, she instead opted to rock her hips back and forth, grinding against the erection inside of her.

Applejack’s back arched as she moaned loudly, her breath coming out in shaky bursts. Twilight’s pussy was just too good, tightly squeezing her erection in a blanket of warm quivering pleasure which seemed desperate to just milk her dry.

Twilight rolled back and forth, back and forth, grinding her soaking wet sex against Applejack’s crotch. She also seemed be on the precipice of bliss as her eyes were closed and a low whimper edged out through her tightly pressed lips.

Occasionally Twilight would change the rhythm of her motions, slipping into a new pattern where she’d roll her hips in tight circles, or move along a left-right axis. Just a little something to keep Applejack on edge and unable to predict what came next.

Soon, the pressure in her balls reached a critical point as her whole body stood taut and on the brink of orgasm.

“I-I’m close,” Applejack drawled.

Twilight nodded quickly. “Me…” she gasped sharply. “Me too!”

Applejack slipped her hands away from Twilight’s hips and instead wrapped her arms tightly around her. She squeezed tight, pulling Twilight close to her chest.

Twilight yelped in surprise, falling against Applejack. Within a moment, she was wrapped up in a crushing hug, Applejack’s dick still plunged deep within her.

Applejack’s range of motion was severely limited, in this new position, but she continued to rock her hips, shallowly thrusting into her girlfriend. It was clumsy, slow, and feeble, but it was still enough to make Twilight shake and quiver.

Twilight cried out in pure bliss. Though this was immediately interrupted as Applejack locked lips with her. The two of them kissed deeply, allowing their eager tongues to dance in an impassioned union.

Applejack groaned into Twilight’s mouth, feeling the last of her self-control peel away.

Within a moment, every single muscle stood on edge, ready to dive into the blissfulness of release. A dive she made, as a gasp built up in the back of her throat and her entire body suddenly relaxed.

Like before, her cumshot wasn’t anything to write home about, but the single feeble spirt marked the end of a slow build. And that single spurt was just so potent, so much more pleasurable than what it would’ve been prior to her meds.

At the same time, Twilight drew away from the kiss and exhaled sharply. Her entire body seemed to tense up and relax as her pussy tightened and a wash of fluids flowed across Applejack’s pelvis, crotch, and fading erection.

In the aftermath, both of them laid there, Twilight resting on Applejack.

Applejack’s breathing came out in intense little bursts, as if she had just finished a race, while Twilight’s own breathing was shallow and steady.

Applejack’s erection began to wane, and after a few seconds, it slipped out of Twilight, only to rest feebly against her soaking wet thigh.

Left empty, fluids drained from Twilight and across Applejack before dripping onto the sheets below.

Shit I just washed those.

Applejack sighed and let out a hearty chuckle.

Twilight looked up and cocked a brow. “What’s so funny.”

“I’m…I’m just trying to think of what I’m going to say to Granny when she’s asks why I’m washing my sheets twice in one week.”

“How about, ‘sorry Granny but I had the girls over?’” Sunset asked.

“Yeah I’m sure that’d go over well.”

Twilight shifted a bit, trying to get more comfortable. It appeared to work as she closed her eyes and rested her head against Applejack’s bulky shoulder.

“So…” Sunset began, grinning. “Who’s ready for round three?”

Applejack chuckled. “Actually, I was hoping that maybe we could just…cuddle for a bit? If that’s ok.”

Sunset’s grin slipped, replaced by a warmer, more genuine, smile.

“Yeah of course,” she said.

Sunset then scooted over an inch and laid down, cuddling up against Applejack. She threw her arms around her and held her close.

Applejack smiled and looked over at Twilight, planting a kiss on her forehead.

“Gods I love you two so much,” she said.

Sunset smirked and placed a hand under Applejack’s chin, using it to turn her head and pull her into a kiss.

“Love you too Applejack,” she said.

Twilight simply nodded as she seemed well on the way towards taking a nap.

Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst idea to join her. After all, Applejack’s eyelids felt mighty heavy.

Her eyes began to flutter shut, and for a moment, it seemed like sleep would overtake her.

However, downstairs, the entryway door banged open and a stampede of feet clattered into her home.

“APPLEJACK, GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE AND HELP US WITH THESE GROCERIES.”

Her eyes snapped open.

“Well shit,” she mumbled.

When she looked over at Sunset, all she could see was horror etched into her expression. Horror, accented by a fiery red blush.

“Applejack…” Sunset began.

“Just hide up here, I’ll take care of things and be right back.”

“It’s not that.”

“What is it, then?”

“Me and Twilight left all our clothes in your bathroom.”

Downstairs the bathroom door swung open.

…

“WHAT IN TARNATION!”

Author's Note

Applejack's cumshot is a big mood TBH. I really hope y'all are enjoying this so far, I know that this a bit tamer than Play Party but not all of the EQG-verse can fuck as raunchily as Rarity.

Stay tuned next time for Pinkie Pie and uh...food play? Yeah sure, it'll be food play.

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Chapter 2 - Tuesday (Pinkie)

“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.

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