Pinkie Pie sat bolt upright, her entire body vibrating at an insane speed. Her wide blue eyes shot open, taking in the dim, midnight view of her bedroom. Her Pinkie Senses were going wild; the mother of all doozies was happening – a quick consultation with her itchy third left rib gave her its location – at Sweet Apple Acres. Pinkie leapt out of her bed, startling her pet alligator awake with the whoosh of wind that followed her. Gummy blinked at the pink earth pony as she bounced all over her bedroom, gathering supplies and stuffing them into a pair of pink saddlebags.
“Oh my gosh, Gummy! This is gonna be a big-big-HUGE one!” She paused to give her beloved pet a nuzzle before rocketing down the stairs. She was outside in a flash, and she was halfway to the orchard before the Cakes were able to react to the cacophony she made in her exit.
“Don’t worry, honey-bun,” Carrot Cake said, peeling Cup’s terrified hooves out from around his waist. “It’s just Pinkie. Just be glad she didn’t wake the—“A squall of tears interrupted the confectioner’s words. Pound Cake’s young voice soon followed, the twins’ screams piercing the last cottony veil of sleep in Carrot’s mind. “This had better be worth it, Pinkie Pie…” he muttered grumpily, swinging out of bed and making his way to the twins’ room. The apology cake sitting in front of their door did little to cheer him up.
***
Pinkie Pie sprinted up the dirt road that led out to Sweet Apple Acres. Her hyperactive mind flashed past dozens of ideas, trying to guess what the Doozy would be. The calmer, more rational side to her brain cried out in protest – shouldn’t she go fetch the rest of her friends if something this crazy was going to happen? Pinkie ignored the spoilsport in her head; she’d never felt a Doozy this strong before. Whatever was happening needed her personal attention RIGHT NOW! She galloped faster, racing down the apple tree-lined tunnel.
***
Winona’s frantic barking roused Applejack from a fitful slumber with a jerk, her heart pounding. She scrambled out of bed in a panic – she’d never heard the loyal Border collie sound this frightened this late. Thoughts of Timberwolves, parasprites, Ursas, or worse flashed through the apple farmer’s head as she struggled to untangle herself from her bed sheets. Her body felt heavier, clumsier, but she barely noticed as she tore herself free and galloped through the house.
“What’s going on, AJ?” Big Macintosh blinked at her around the light of a candlestick he balanced on his head. “What--?” She pushed past her older brother with ease. He stumbled back, confused. His sister was strong, nopony doubted that. But to knock him back that easily? “AJ?”
The orange farm pony barely heard her brother’s call. She clattered through the kitchen, knocking the oaken table aside as she raced to the door. She shouldered it open, splintering the door and knocking it askew. Somepony in the back of her mind noted all the damage she’d caused in her race through the house, but the conscious portion was only concerned with the pink pony standing in her front yard, her nose to the ground, rump in the air, tail wagging back and forth as she growled playfully at Winona, who barked relentlessly at the intruder.
“P-pinkie Pie?! What in tarnation are you doing out here this late?” Applejack demanded. She looked up at the moon, gauging its position – Just past 3 a.m. if her reckoning was correct. “Winona, down girl! It’s just Pinkie Pie, for heaven’s sake.”
Pinkie giggled at the dog’s antics once more before springing up onto all four hooves. She waved at the grumpy-looking farmer approaching her. “Hi there! I bet’cher wondering what I’m doing out here this late! Well it all started many, many years ago, when I discovered I could tell the future by interpreting my body’s little twitchy-witchys.”
Applejack reached the yard, and crouched down to give Winona a soothing nuzzle. The dog cocked her head and sniffed her mistress. She whined deep in her throat and scampered off to the farmhouse’s front stoop, standing with her tail up and ears alert. “What’s gotten into you, girl?” AJ asked, scratching the back of her head. She shrugged and turned to deal with Pinkie Pie, who was still relating the long history of her pseudo-mystical precognition.
“Pinkie… Pinkie? PINKIE PIE!” Applejack had to grasp the pink pony’s shoulders and shake her to break her out of her story. “I know about your Pinkie sense, girl. Now, you’ve got to tell me. What’s gonna happen? Is it monsters? Bad ponies? Monstrous ponies?”
Pinkie shrugged, beaming at the orange farmer. “I dunno! I never know what my Doozies are until I see them. Like that time at the bog with Twilight!” She sprang to Applejack’s side, throwing one forehoof around the farmer’s shoulders and shielding her eyes from the non-existent sunlight with the other. “We’ve just got to find out what it might be before it happens!” Pinkie abruptly realized that Applejack was ever-so-slightly taller than she was used to. She prodded AJ’s shoulder. “Have you always been this big, Applejack?”
“Wha…? What in blazes are you talkin’ about, Pinkie?” Applejack dug herself out from under Pinkie’s hug and stepped a few paces back. “I’m the same size I’ve always been. I AM a grown mare after all.” The moon chose that moment to peek around the edge of a cloud, illuminating the farm’s front yard. Pinkie gasped; her eyes bugged out in surprise. “Applejack! Why didn’t you tell me you’re some kind of were-colt?”
The moonlight illuminated a very confused Applejack. Sturdy, powerful hooves pawed the dirt, and a square jaw turned down in a frown. “What the hay are you talkin’ about, Pinkie Pie?” Applejack flinched back as the pink pony appeared at her side, running her hooves along her torso. “Wh-what do you think you’re doing, Pinkie? It’s late, and I’m not sure I’m up to your shenanigans tonight.”
Pinkie grasped Applejack’s face with her hooves. She stood nose to nose with the farmer and stared straight into her green eyes. “Applejack. You’re a colt today. Look!”
Applejack smirked. “Is this one of your practical jokes, Pinkie? If it is, you need to try a little harder, because trying to convince me I’m a colt—“ Applejack broke off; she’d shifted a pace back to put a little distance between herself and the crazy pink party pranker. Something extra shifted against her body as she moved. “What the…” She craned her neck down and took a peek at an impossible sight. A sheath and a pair of plump balls rested between her legs.
“H-how? What?” Applejack slumped to her hindquarters, feeling her balls land on the hard-packed earth of the yard. “I’m… I’m a stallion…?”
“That’s weird and all, but it’s not the Doozy,” Pinkie said. She circled the stunned orange stallion, looking him over. A fraction of an inch separated Applejack’s height from Big Macintosh’s. Broad, powerful shoulders twitched as their owner tried to work out why this insane change could’ve happened. Pinkie circled around and peered at Applejack’s muscular flanks. “Oooh, you look good, Applejack. Really good!”
“Wh… what? Pinkie Pie, what…?” Applejack found herself being prodded onto all four hooves. She… he flinched as he felt a warm nose nuzzling his flanks.
“You look really, really good, AJ! You don’t mind if I take you for a test-drive do you?” Pinkie flashed the yellow stallion a grin before flashing around behind him and running a hoof along the inside of his thigh.
“Ahh… Pinkie…” Applejack gasped as suddenly-overcharged nerve endings zipped through his flesh and into his brain. A new sensation crept into his notice; the cool breeze blew over some very tender flesh, poking out of a fuzzy orange sheath for the first time.
“Come on, AJ! Why don’t we move into the barn? I bet its tons more comfortable in there than out here in the breeze!” Pinkie strode around the farmer, brushing his coat with hers and running her tail over his neck and flicking past his nose. The smell of an eager mare assaulted Applejack’s nose and something instinctive inside his brain switched on.
“A-alright…” Applejack began to follow the bouncing pink pony into the Acres’ barn. The second he stepped through the barn’s door, a faint pink blur blew through the darkness and slid the door shut.
“This way, your brother won’t find out and get involved until at least the second part,” Pinkie said, a giggle in her voice as she pressed her flank against his. Her tail brushed underneath his blonde, cropped tail, pressing against his balls. Applejack couldn’t restrain a moan; a lusty giggle answered it, and Applejack found himself muzzle to muzzle with Pinkie.
“This is, like, totally amazing, Applejack,” Pinkie said, smooching the colt’s stunned lips. “You don’t mind us moving this fast, do you? We’ve only got like 15 minutes left.” She giggled. “Unless we go over the time limit. Seems like everypony else has today.”
“Pinkie…” Applejack’s voice rang thick with lust. The cool breeze inside the barn caressed his cock. Inside the barn’s walls, he could smell Pinkie’s lust. The scent awakened something within him, and he wrapped a powerful forehoof around Pinkie’s neck and drew her in for a passionate kiss.
Pinkie giggled into his mouth as their tongues began to duel. Pinkie’s hooves were seemingly everywhere, caressing every available section of Applejack’s body. Pinkie broke the kiss after a timeless instant, giggling and smiling through the dark. “Mmm, Applejack. You taste good. I bet I can find you something that tastes better, though.” She pulled away from the orange pony and spun in place. Her tail brushed against Applejack’s neck, tugging him close.
The scent of Pinkie’s lust was overpowering at this range, and Applejack dove in eagerly. His broad, powerful tongue lapped eagerly at her lips, spreading them out with each slurp. Pinkie shuddered, gasping out Applejack’s name even as her tail tugged his neck closer, urging him to lick deeper.
Applejack shut his eyes in bliss, feeling her marehood twitch against his tongue. Her juices leaked out, almost seeking out his tongue. She tasted like cotton candy, and the flavor somehow drove Applejack even wilder. He broke off the oral assault and took a couple of steps forward. He nuzzled the back of Pinkie’s neck with barely constrained lust, as the tip of his cock dipped into her sopping wet slit.
“Ohhhh~ Applejack, I want you to rut me!” Pinkie threw her head back, nuzzling against Applejack’s chin as she felt him shift his balance and wrap his forelegs around hers, gripping her body for extra leverage. She let out a hiss of blissful pleasure as Applejack’s cock plunged into her. She felt her inner muscles clenching around the intruder, wanting to claim as much of his shaft as she could. She could practically feel him bumping against the walls of her cervix. She let out a throaty moan.
Applejack grunted as he felt her walls rippling against his cock. She was tight, clenching him with almost viselike pressure. He grit his teeth, trying to hold on as long as possible against the delicious pressure he felt as he thrust slowly in and out. A moan tore up out of his throat as she squeezed him particularly strongly. Instinctively, Applejack leaned forward and bit down on Pinkie Pie’s mane, dragging her head back against his. His grunts harmonized with her moans and squeaks.
Pinkie squeezed her eyes shut, the pleasure threatening to erupt out of her, and she really didn’t want to start screaming yet. It might wake up Granny Smith, and that wouldn’t be a good slice of cake no matter how you sliced it! Thoughts of Applejack’s grandmother were driven from her mind as Applejack wrapped a foreleg around her chest, tugging her back as he thrust into her. Pinkie’s moans approached a supersonic pitch as the wave of pleasure she felt threatened to burst the dam of her resolve.
Applejack panted like a wild animal, slapping his hips against Pinkie Pie’s deliciously soft flank. His grip on her mane loosened as a mighty groan erupted from his chest. He clenched his legs against her and bottomed out inside her. The second his churning balls began releasing his seed, Pinkie began to shudder. Her legs bounced off the ground; her head thrown back in a silent scream as an orgasm ripped through her. Every muscle in her body clenched and relaxed over and over again, the pleasure from the hearty fucking mixing with her Pinkie Sense’s Doozy alert – frankly speaking, Pinkie’s body went insane the second Applejack erupted inside her.
Pinkie Pie’s world went white, her eyes rolling back into her head. After a timeless moment’s intense orgasm, her legs collapsed, forcing her to the floor under Applejack’s comforting weight. The stallion above her panted, his mighty cock still plugging Pinkie up. Faint spurts of his seed forced themselves out around his cock thanks to the quantity pumped into her.
Applejack panted, her muscles unknotting as she rolled off Pinkie’s back. He threw his forehooves around her shoulders as she panted, still recovering from the orgasm of a lifetime. “P-pinkie? You ok?” he asked, nuzzling her cheek softly.
“That was one heckova doozy, Applejack,” Pinkie gave the surprise stallion a tired grin. “Gee… I wonder if…” Pinkie rubs a hoof along her belly. “I wonder if that’s the doozy…” Her voice trails off.
“W-what’s the doozy?” Applejack asks, nuzzling into Pinkie’s sweet-smelling mane.
“Well, it all depends on if you’re… potent… or not, AJ.” Pinkie yawns, snuggling back into the orange stallion’s embrace. “We’ll worry about that later. Maybe part 3, if there is one.” Her words are thick with incoming sleep.
Applejack’s eyes shoot open. “Wait… You’re sayin’…”
Pinkie giggles sleepily, nuzzling her mane back into Applejack’s muzzle. “Pouncy Pregnant Pinkie Pie? Possibly… we’ll worry about that… l’trr… zzzzz” Pinkie’s snores quickly lull Applejack to sleep two, the two ponies lying together, snuggling close till the morning comes.