A Different Kind of Hunger

Applejack angrily tried to force sleep into her mind by shutting her eyes tighter, rolling in her bed as much as her oversized bust allowed her to. The haunting memory of dried up apples flashed before her mind, and with a yell she threw off her covers and sat up. Then, a noise from outside her window caught her attention. "Bats," she whispered to herself, and got up from her bed. Throwing on a jersey lying on a chair in her room, which would have been way too large for any normal mare but barely did the necessary to cover up her massive jugs, and wearing nothing else apart from her panties, buried deep into the crack of her enormous ass, she headed out of her room.

Mere minutes later she was out in the orchard, her muscle-bound thighs and legs fully exposed, a tarp folded under her powerful arm, the giant apple in front of her. It shone in the moonlight, filling her with pride. Carefully, she covered it with the tarpaulin. The bats were supposed to be harmless now, but better safe than sorry, she thought to herself. Giving one last round of patting to the fruit, she turned to leave, her tall body having just the tiniest hint of a shiver in the chilly air. Just then, though, a rustling in the leaves behind her caught her attention, and she turned back.

The mare almost fell to her haunches, drawing back as she tried to discern any recognisable features on the figure appearing before her, who had seemingly popped out of the tree. Blood red eyes stood out on the creature's face, as if glowing on their own in the light, and wide, yellow bat-like wings wrapped around its body like a cloak. As she moved closer, her eyes focusing more on it, Applejack was able to distinguish the silver flash of the thing's fangs, as well as the pink tinge of what appeared to be its mane and the facial features of the- Applejack paused, startled. "Butterscotch?" she shakily asked. "Is that you?"

The scrawny stallion, around a foot shorter than Applejack and much more frail looking when compared to her muscled, amazon body, slowly stepped out of the tree's shadow, revealing his mutated shape to the mare, appearing rather shook.

"Oh my..." Applejack brought a hand to her mouth at the sight of her coltfriend's body. "What happened to you?" she asked, observing his pointy ears and the skinny wings he was using to cover himself.

"It appears Twilight's spell had some undesired side-effects, my dear," Butterscotch answered, scanning her body, then looking at the apple covered by the tarp. "I believe the bats' instincts had to go somewhere, and it seems I was the perfect candidate."

"Oh, that is..." Applejack moved closer, but stopped, still a little frightened by the stallion's appearance. "D-Don't worry! We'll go tell Twilight, and she'll figure out a way to fix this, and then everything will be alright. Just let me go put something else on, and then we can go, okay?" she said, walking a couple of steps backwards, some hesitation in her voice.

"Wait!" Butterscotch called after her, and the mare stopped. "Don't leave me alone, please!"

Applejack stepped back towards him. "Is... What- What's wrong?" she worriedly asked.

"It's the bats' instincts," Butterscotch explained, bringing a hand to his forehead. "I'm trying to fight through them, but I can't keep it up for long." He looked at her, his piercing red glare staring right in her eyes. "You wouldn't want me to suck this apple dry, would you?"

Applejack shivered, but she nodded, and moved closer to the stallion. "What can I do to help?" she asked, still afraid but willing to aid him and defend her fruit.

Butterscotch kept staring in her eyes. "I need something else to distract me from these urges. Your apple will be in danger otherwise, I need something to overpower my instincts and make me focus on something else."

Applejack walked even closer, eyes transfixed on the other's. "I'll do it," she replied with some uncertainty. "Just, what exactly do you have in mind?"

"The hunger within me is consuming me," Butterscotch explained, "But I do believe something more primal might be able to override it. I need your body, Applejack." As he said that, he spread open his wings, revealing his naked body and massive dick, standing at full mast and coming up just barely below the base of his neck, his oversized balls dangling below it.

Applejack stopped and gulped, staring at the stallion's tool. He had always been a natural prodigy in that regard, one of only a select few of hyper virile stallions, though he never quite used his endowments as aggressively as he could have, somewhat to her displeasure. Being rather more muscular than most mares, it was always harder for her to find a partner willing to be the one in control, something she had always secretly longed for. "I..." the mare began. "Out here, right now? Could we not go inside or-"

"Your apple is in danger," the batpony reminded her, catching her attention and her gaze once more. Keeping her eyes pinned, he continued, "You wouldn't want to let me suffer any longer, would you? Just get here and service me, and everything will be alright."

Feeling a little light-headed, Applejack nodded along. "Everything will be alright," she repeated. Walking up to Butterscotch, she kneeled down before him and pulled her jersey off over her shoulders, revealing her gargantuan breasts. Hefting the mounds of flesh in her hands, she wrapped them around the batpony's length and began to rub them up and down. "This'll help you, right? And the apple will be safe, right?"

Butterscotch grabbed a fistful of her mane, forcing her to look in his eyes again. "Of course, if you do a good job. Be a dear and service me properly, and nothing will happen to your apple. You wouldn't want to have me suffering, would you?"

"No, I..." Applejack's head felt foggy. "Do a good job... Everything's alright..." With a dizzy expression on her face, she brought her head below the titanic shaft and began to slather its underside with her tongue, drool dribbling over her cleavage mixed in with the copious amounts of pre that the batpony had begun to leak. It was for him. He needed her, she needed to help him.

"That's right," Butterscotch reinforced, staring in the mare's eyes and smirking to himself. "You need to protect your apple, and you don't want me to suffer. So you need to serve me. You need to serve me, to protect your apple, and to protect me," he continued, dragging the mare's face down to the base of his shaft and pressing his balls against her before pulling her back up again.

Applejack felt dizzy, her vision a little blurry. Her sex had began to leak, her face and cleavage smeared with drool and precum. "Protect my apple..." she quietly droned out. "Serve you, help you feel better..." She pulled her breasts higher up and pressed them together around the stallion's cock, only the tip poking out, then began to vigorously stroke him, wrapping her outstretched maws around the head of his shaft as her giant tits slid up and down over his incredible length. She had to help him, relieve him.

The batpony moaned in satisfaction. "That's right," he said, feeling the mare's tongue wrap and twist around the edges of his tip. Maintaining eye contact with her, his red eyes staring right into her green ones, he repeated, "That's right, Applejack. You need to serve me. You need to please me. You need to make sure poor innocent Butterscotch doesn't suffer from the curse that's befallen him. You need to protect your giant apple. Serving me means protecting your apple. Not serving me means making me suffer. You need to protect your apple. You need to serve me. You need to obey me. Obeying means your apple is safe, obeying means your dear Butterscotch doesn't suffer. Obeying is good. Obeying makes you happy. You need to obey. You need to serve me."

Applejack's eyes were glazed over, the batpony's words buzzing in her mind as her vision was filled by the vast red pools of his eyes, his stare pinning her there. Obeying was good. Serving meant her apple was protected and Butterscotch didn't suffer. She needed to please him. Still lost in his eyes, she kept moving her breasts around his monstrous length, sucking harder on the tip and loudly swallowing the stream of pre leaking from him. She had to obey him, so he would be alright.

With satisfied grunts, Butterscotch began to thrust his hips into the welcoming embrace of Applejack's mounds. As the mare kept worshipfully licking and sucking on his tip, eyes still hazy, he felt the first signs of his incoming climax building up at the base of his shaft, the familiar sensation quickly riding up along his length. Moaning between his teeth, he grabbed hold of Applejack's head and shoved himself down her throat, grunting, "Take it, slut!"

The mare barely had any time to process what was happening before the first thick, heavy jet of Butterscotch's cum was sprayed directly down her throat. The stallion kept her there, his huge balls tightening up as they churned out load after load of cum, as he rode his orgasm for almost a full minute. The overwhelming amount of seed, enough to give Applejack a noticeable bulge in her belly after just a few spurts, kept flowing from his shaft, soon beginning to leak out from the confines of the mare's mouth as she failed to contain it all. As his climax came to and end, Butterscotch pulled back, letting the last spurts hit the mare in the face and covering her in cum, soiling her mane and massive cleavage.

Applejack remained there for a moment, still dizzy from the experience, cum dripping from her mouth and nose and practically covering the entirety of her face. A hand resting on her belly, her toned abs now harder to spot due to the amount of semen she'd ingested, she ran her tongue over her lips and swallowed what she managed to catch of the batpony's seed. It had a different taste to it, strangely pleasant. Immediately, she began to scoop up as much as she could to eat it all.

Butterscotch gave a satisfied grin as he watched the scene. Once the mare had finished cleaning herself, he drove her attention with a cough, pointing a finger at his still hard cock. "I am not yet satisfied," he said. "I have not been relieved yet. Come here and spread your legs for me, let me take your body."

Applejack appeared confused for a moment. "But without protection..." she began to say, but then she looked at the stallion and her eyes once more locked in with his. She couldn't let him suffer. She had to obey. Immediately, she began to move forward on all fours, and once closer to him she gave one last lick along his dick before lying on her back and spreading her legs, her tall and sculpted body on full display for him. "Serving is good..." she throatily whispered to herself, removing her damp underwear, a sticky line of her arousal connecting her panties to her sex as she pulled them away.

"That's right," Butterscotch said, leaning forward and pressing the head of his shaft against the entrance to her folds. His hands rested on the titanic mounds of Applejack's tits, managing to pin down her muscular body, and he thrust into her. As the amazon gasped below him, throwing her head back, she stared once more right in his eyes and froze there, their faces now mere inches apart. The smaller, skinny stallion began to piston in and out of her, the shape of his oversized rod bulging out on her belly. "It feels good to obey," he said, continuing to thrust into her. "It feels good to serve me. You need to serve me. You need to obey. You need to be mine. You need me, you need to belong to me." His thrusts grew faster, as the mare below him began to pant and sweat. "You are mine, Applejack. Your mind and body belong to me. It feels good to submit. It feels good to be my slave. Say it."

Her empty gaze focused on his eyes, Applejack droned out, "It feels good... to submit..."

Butterscotch grunted, the pleasure from hearing the mare declare her submission almost as good as that from the tight confines of her sex wrapped around his stallionhood. Feeling his next orgasm drawing near, he urged her on, "I am your master, your owner. You live to serve me. My will is your law, you are my slave! Say it!"

"I am your slave!" Applejack moaned out, meeting the thrusts of his hips with her own, powerful legs pushing her sex towards his.

Gritting his teeth to hold on just a little longer, the batpony hissed, "You belong to me! Your body, your mind, your life! You'll do anything I say, give me anything I want, obey my every desire!"

Her own climax approaching, the mare almost screamed, "Yes, yes! I am yours, I'll do anything for you! My mind is yours, I'll let you breed my body, I'll let you drain my apples, I'll do anything!"

With a screeching, high pitched howl, Butterscotch erupted inside the mare. Her belly quickly ballooned out to look pregnant, and cum was soon spraying out around the edges of the stallion's cock still buried deep inside her, as he just kept pumping her full with more and more thick hot semen. Applejack's own juices mixed in as the mare came, her head lolling back and drool spilling from her mouth as she blanked out from the combined pleasure of serving her new owner and being stretched to bursting with his seed.

Butterscotch pulled out, his orgasm finally at an end, a thick gush of fluids immediately erupting from the mare's folds. He cleaned his shaft on Applejack's titanic rack, then glanced over at the giant apple still cover by the tarpaulin. With a smirk, he ignored it and instead grabbed the drowsy mare in his arms, her tall, bountiful, toned and amazon-like figure a stark contrast with his smaller build, then began to carry her back towards her house.

Pressed against the inside of the door to her room, her imposing figure held up by the batpony's seemingly frail yet now surprisingly powerful arms, Applejack gave a throaty moan. Her lips sealed by the stallion's in a possessive kiss, she tried and failed to divert her eyes from his stare, as he kept hitting the deepest spots inside her with his thrusts. Sweat covered her naked muscles, her long, thick legs wrapped around her master's waist and her strong arms resting around his neck. All night long he'd fucked her, without so much as breaking a sweat, still claiming he hadn't been relieved yet, and as much as she tried to wrestle back control of herself she found it harder and harder to do.

This absolute beast of a stallion, this dominant creature who wanted to control her and make her bend to his will. He wasn't the Butterscotch she'd loved before, not any more, and it was her fault in the first place that he'd become like this, her fault for dealing with the bats like that. She should have rebelled, she should have tried to fix him, but it just felt so good to submit to him. The things he did to her body, the way he fucked her like no mortal pony could have, the way he forced himself upon her mind and even her body, despite her impressive build. She couldn't help herself, her desire to be dominated by him was just too overwhelmingly strong.

Failing to contain her lust any longer, she broke the kiss and loudly yelled as she came around him, spraying her arousal over his thighs as she spasmed around his shaft. "Oh, yes, please master, more, yes," she breathed, almost deliriously.

Butterscotch chuckled, leaning forward into her much taller, muscled body and sinking his hands in her fat, soft buttocks. "So, slave," he began to ask, "since it appears you cannot sate my lust alone, who do you think should join you at my service next?"