Awww Applesauce!

Applejack tugged at the mask of her timberwolf costume to fit it into place better. She did not want anypony to recognize her at such an event so she made sure to buy the most life-like costume she could. It was made from real wood tights. Applejack had customized the rear end of the costume to her liking in anticipation of the next night's events.

She knew Pine Forest would be going and she knew his costume was of an orange dragon. She found the fetish of dressing up like non-pony creatures and animals odd most her life; once she arrived at the event however she started to change her mind some. It was a thrill.

Applejack moseyed on through the front gates to the entrance o the tent where she exchanged her ticket for entry. There was all manner of costumed ponies in the double-sized event tent. She guessed there had to be around one hundred or more in attendance. Many were dressed as bat-ponies or vamponies, hardly hidden, but the club didn't have any rules about remaining anonymous. Several more were dressed as dragons, timberwolves, minotaurs, and manticores.

Things started calmly at first. Ponies were introducing themselves, meet friends, and forming groups. But as Applejack waded through the crowed she noticed things were starting to get more intense in the crowd. She saw ponies making out and several groups and small couples had begun to wonder towards the curtained-off sections of the tent. A musty smell began to fill the air and the temperature was rising slowly. If anypony had removed her mask at this point her face would be so red they might not be able to tell who she was still.

Applejack was beginning to worry she would not find who she was looking for. Had she misunderstood his costume? What in Equestria would she do if he wasn't there? As her mind raced with worry she suddenly caught sight of the fancy golden dragon costume she was seeking. She knew I was the right one, it had the same unique lava red spike pattern on it she had admired before.

Not quite sure how to approach things, Applejack took note of what other ponies dressed as Timberwolves were doing. She approached the pony she desired in the fancy dragon costume and got cold feet last second. He stood there looking at her for a second confused. Applejack took control of herself again and walked around him with a sexy bounce; she rubbed against him after circling him and started towards the private section of the tent. She peeked behind her once to see if he was following. He was right behind her.

Applejack walked with a confident and sexy sway in each step, but underneath the mask, she was wide-eyed with tightly pursed lips, and she was breathing heavily through her nose. She was so nervous about what she was doing she nearly bolted for the door instead of going through with it. One step after the next and she soon found herself entering the curtained-off section. Moans, screams, and all manner of sloshing and slapping sounds could be heard on this side of the tent. Applejacks heart began to beat so hard it felt as though it were trying to burst forth from his chest.

A few moments later they found a clear room and entered it together. The rooms were built of hastily constructed plywood walls with curtain doors and ceilings. Inside there was a coat rack, a chair, and a small bed.

Braeburn had complained about his inability to get with Mares to his friend Pine Forest on the way to the fair. It was at that time that Pine Forest reminded him of the costumed singles and swingers event that took place just outside the fairgrounds at night. Braeburn had never considered attending such a thing, but this time he was desperate. It was going on eight years since he had really been with a Mare. He and his friend discussed it and soon he agreed to go. Pine Forest gave Braeburn an older costume which he fixed up and painted. It was a good costume, one of a golden dragon with lava red spikes and bright orange eyes.

When he first arrived Braeburn was intimidated and unsure of how to proceed. He walked around the tent observing the ponies and their costumes. A few times he tried to talk to a few of them but it did not amount to much beyond saying hello. Then as he stood in the middle of the tent feeling stupid and yelling at himself in his mind about how he was a fool to think this plan ould work, a mare dressed in a sexy timberwolf costume approached him.

Braeburn watched the costumed mare as she came up to him and then stopped abruptly. For a second Braeburn wasn't sure what to do. Finally, the mare began to circle him and rub against him. The excitement he felt swelling inside him was about to flood over in the form of an awkward greeting. Fortunately for him, before he had the time to make a fool of himself the mare split off and began walking towards what Braeburn had learned was known as the 'red zone'. With his eyes ogling the mares firm round rear he began to follow with little else in his mind.

He soon found himself in a small quickly constructed room. He wasn't sure if he should remove the costume or not. He knew there were 'openings' to allow for sexual activity in the costume so he waited to see what the mare did. She danced in a small circle accentuating her rear as she did so. She then turned to him and moved him to the bed. Braeburn remained quiet and did as she wanted.

Once he was on his back on the bed the mare began to fiddle with his costume until she had unclipped the 'scales' and unzipped the suit underneath. Braeburn tensed up when she grabbed him and began to work on him with her mouth.

'Finally! Yes! This is great!' Braeburn thought to himself.

Braeburn let out a deep moan. The mare seemed satisfied with his reactions, she happily continued her work with her rear in the air and her tail wagging. Braeburn was impressed by the power and skill she had. After a couple of minutes, she pulled back from his erect member breathing heavily.

Braeburn sat up and looked at her through the eyes in his dragon costume. The mare turned around and positioned herself on her foreknees and rose her plot in the air. Braeburn felt himself throbbing intensely at the sight. The mare was so wet that her costume tights were dripping. He quickly sat forward and began to clop the mare through her costume. She winced and moaned. Next, he looked for clips or zippers and soon found what he was looking for. It was well hidden but he found and unzipped the rear of the costume exposing the mare.

Braeburn took a deep sniff of her before plunging his face between her cheeks. She wiggled around and moaned as he used his tongue on her. She smelled great, tasted great, and had a strong round plot. Braeburn did not want to stop, and he didn't for several minutes. He could feel the mare's body trembling and her muscles tensing up. Although his experience was fairly limited lately he knew she was on the verge of her climax. He worked his tongue around in her vigorously. Licking in the shapes of letters at first and then simple licking rapidly while shaking his head to get in deeper. Only a few seconds later the mare fully tensed up and rose a bit higher in the air as she hit her climax. Braeburn could feel her tighten around his tongue.

'This is gonna be amazing!' Braeburn told himself when he pulled away and saw how much wetter she was.

Next, he moved himself up and pulled her closer to himself. She looked back and wagged her rear in a sexy manner as he got himself ready.

'This is it!' Braeburn thought as he pressed his rock hard member to her sopping wet hole.

They both let out satisfied moans as he made his way inside her. Braeburns mind raced with thoughts. He tried his best to get an eyeful of their dirty deed, he wanted to remember the images for a long time to come. The sheets on the bed slipped further and further into a jumble in the middle as the two of them rocked about on them. Each thrusting movement was followed by a sloshing sound which was driving Braeburn wild. He noticed the bed had become soaked.

Twice during their efforts, the mare had trembled and tensed the way she had before. Braeburn knew he was making her cum which made him swell with pride. He continued thrusting into her but felt himself nearing his climax too. At this point, they were both moving fast and rough with each thrust.

"I'm close!" Braeburn announced to her, unsure of what to do.

Suddenly the mare moved away from him, removing him from her. She leaned forward more and used her forehooves the reach back and spread open her butt. Braeburn wasn't sure if the mare wanted him to cum on her or to stick it in her plot. With his body throbbing and hot, his mind racing, and the feeling of climax dwindling he took the chance before him.

Applejack was in a flurry of pleasure. The strong stallion was working on her just right. With each thrust came a wave a pleasure. She drove her hooves into the mattress and moaned as she felt herself climax for the third time. Soon after that, the stallion spoke up.

"I'm close!" the stallion announced.

Applejack quickly withdrew herself from him. She hadn't thought about this step. Her only quick solution was to expose herself more and allow him to cum on her rear. It was not something she would have normally chosen but the anonymous aspect of this event left her more willing to experiment in that regard. Her intentions were not realized though. The stallions next move caught her completely off guard.

The stallion suddenly began to push himself inside her rear. Applejack's eyes grew wide and she grit her teeth. The sudden entry had caused her to tense up so that she could not move for a few seconds. It was painful but the stallion managed to make his way inside much more easily than she had thought it would be. At first, she was kinda mad, but she did not stop him. Soon the pain died down and she found herself experiencing a subtle pleasure from it.

"Ah yea, yea!" the stallion groaned as he hit his climax.

Applejack could feel him slide as deep inside her as he could. She felt his member grow large and shrink multiple times as he came. Each flex of his member was followed by a small thrust. It seemed like he had an endless supply inside him. Applejack used her right forehoof to pleasure herself while he came.

Finally, the stallion was done. Both of them breathing hard he removed himself from her and laid back. Applejack rose into a squat position and looked over her shoulder at the costumed stallion while allowing his cum to flow out of her plot. The sticky white liquid spilled out of her in an amount that covered the now fully balled up sheet.

Applejack had avoided talking because she did not want her voice to be recognized. She laid with the stallion for several minutes after their dirty fun but as soon as he had slipped off into slumber she quickly got up, readjusted her costume, and left. She was worn out but satisfied.

Applejack returned to her camp just before sunrise. She had made so much noise undressing from her costume that Granny Smith had stopped by her spot to check on her. When the elder mare saw the costume she quickly and quietly turned and left. Through most the next day Granny Smith kept the others clear and allowed Applejack to rest.