A Flicker In Her Eye

Chapters

The Handsome Alicorn
The Wild Dragon
The Smooth Abyssinian
The Loyal Diamond Dog
The Powerful Minotaur
The Eager Griffon
The Loving Changeling
Epilogue: Two Curious Friends

The Handsome Alicorn

With a sigh of relief, Flicker flopped onto the bed.

Really, he thought, where does she even find all those chores?

Feed the pigs, clean the chicken coop, bathe Winona—and then a second time when she chases a squirrel under the shed. Fix the old fence corner that still leans from the time Flim and Flam ran over it, scrub down the old plough Apple Bloom had forgotten out in the field before a rainstorm, and press the apples in preparation for cider season. The list had felt so small when it was just a few items scribbled out in Applejack’s quick, rigid script, but once Flicker had gotten started his folly had become clear.

But he persevered through it all. Whenever he felt his limbs growing weary and the sweat mucking up his feathers, all it took was a few seconds to stop and think about the smile his lover would greet him with once she came home, and he pushed on. And with the work all behind him, he could turn his attention to the fun part of the afternoon.

After all, with how long he’d been planning their anniversary week, it would be a real shame to give up on the first day.

He straightened up, turning his eye onto the bedroom he and Applejack had shared ever since they built their little house on the farm. It wasn’t the biggest, but he found that the warm wood did a fine job of keeping the heat from their fireplace even during the coldest months, and where others might turn away from the limited space, he preferred to think of it as a plentiful supply of excuses to nuzzle his marefriend’s cheek or nip at her ear whenever they passed each other. A long mirror sat atop their wardrobe, opposite the thickly blanketed bed, and an end table set to either side provided them both with room to store more personal belongings overnight. Wood carvings of trees, hillsides, and of course apples adorned the walls.

Simple, practical, and yet a sense of comfort and welcoming that one couldn’t buy with bits. In many ways their bedroom reminded Flicker of Applejack, and he couldn’t help but smile as he took it all in.

But there wasn’t any time for dallying. He set about with purpose, pulling candles from the hidden stash within his end table and arranging them around the edges of the room. He laid out yet more in the living room, blocking off the path to the kitchen, the guest room, and his art studio with the subtle suggestion of flickering red candlelight. The dull glow of sunset was just starting to filter through the windows when, finally satisfied with his work, he stole back to the bedroom, shut all the curtains, and settled in to wait.

And he waited.

She should be getting home by now, shouldn’t she? He’d made a deal with Big Mac to make sure Applejack was out all day, but came home around sunset. Even with the fireplace crackling in the living room and the candles all around him, the chill of winter made his wings fluff up against his sides. He grabbed the blanket in his talons and drew it around him.

Maybe he should’ve brought a book to read.

Just as Flicker was about to head for the bookshelf in the living room, he perked up at the sound of hooves and voices approaching from outside. Big Mac’s baritone was easily recognizable, and Flicker grinned at the gentle rhythm of Applejack’s response. Finally! He cast a quick look to the mirror, checking his appearance, and with a start realized that he was still a griffon.

With a brief mental effort and a flickering haze in the mirror, he shifted. Where once an orange-and-gold griffon had looked back at him, now there was the elegant form of a tall, lithe alicorn. The candlelight seemed to twinkle in the depths of his amber eyes and melt into the golden hue of his coat, the soft shadows outlining the strong lines of his jaw and neck. His long blonde mane was tied into a loose ponytail that draped over one shoulder, glittering glass trinkets braided into the hairs.

It was a form he’d practiced for weeks to get perfect. Even for a changeling, a smoldering come-hither stare of such caliber was a challenge.

His ears twitched at the sound of the front door opening. There was a pause, and he grinned at the quiet, “What in tarnation,” muttered under Applejack’s breath.

His heart pounded against his chest as her hoofsteps came closer. What if she didn’t like it? What if she was too worn out from the day with Big Mac and just wanted to sleep? He adjusted the blankets, hiding his wings.

Applejack was wearing a flustered smile when she finally stepped into view, and Flicker’s nerves melted away. It was exactly the smile he’d imagined, and in that moment he knew that he had done well.

“And just what do ya think you’re doing, fluff ball?” she asked, leaning against the doorframe. She tipped her hat back with a nod of her head, eyeing him up with a coy smirk. “It’s sweet of y’all, but our anniversary is next week.”

“Oh, I know.” Flicker winked. “I didn’t think you’d mind if I started a week early.”

Applejack shook her head with a soft chuckle as she pushed off the doorframe, stepping closer. “I hope you weren’t plannin’ on keepin’ me up too late. I got work to do tomorrow, anniversary or no.”

“Already taken care of, love.” Flicker smiled down at her as she came up to the edge of the bed, staring into her vibrant green eyes. “You’ll need a better excuse than chores if you want to get away from me anytime soon.”

“Really? Y’all did all that on your own?” She looked around, smile widening as she took in the candles. “That would’ve been more than enough, y’know, even without the candles.”

“I just felt like doing a little something extra.” Flicker scooted back, patting the bed in front of him with a hoof. “Join me?”

“I was wonderin’ when you’d ask.” Applejack hopped onto the bed with a soft grunt, leaned forwards to nuzzle into the soft fluff of his chest fur, and let out a contented hum. “This is real sweet, Flicker. I love you.”

“I love you too, Jackie.” With gentle guidance from his muzzle he turned her around, running his hooves up along her back and pressing against the same knots he worked out of her muscles nearly every week. His horn glowed, placing her hat safely onto one of the bedside tables, and he stooped down, breathing in the scent of her mane.

She sighed, leaning back into his touch with her eyes closed. “So what’s up with the—mmph—unicorn get-up, huh? Ya know I love ya most as a plain ol’ changeling.”

“True.” Flicker nodded, cocking his head just enough to whisper into her ear as a gentle shiver ran through her. “But what’s the point of marrying a changeling if you don’t get to enjoy a bit of variety?”

He reached out with his wings, pulling her tightly against him, and she opened her eyes with a sharp gasp. “An alicorn?”

“Mmhm.” Flicker slipped his wingtips under her forelegs, tickling at her belly even as he pressed the hard tips of his hooves against her back and tugged at her ear with his lips. “You know I give my best massages with wings at my disposal.”

“Ohhh, you do.” Applejack shuddered as the soft feathers of his wings caressed her in wandering circles, drifting ever so slightly lower with every movement.

For a long moment they settled into a comfortable silence, broken only by Applejack’s coos of pleasure and the soft, low hums of Flicker into her ears. He worked his feathers lower with an almost imperceptible touch, drifting back up when she began to fidget and shiver underneath him. She didn’t protest with words, but he recognized her stifled groans for what they were. He slid his muzzle down her neck, pressing his lips firmly against her coat and drawing a breathy gasp from her open mouth.

The sound of her pleasure sent an electric tingle through his body, his cock slowly protruding from his sheath. He pressed his hips against her rump, letting her feel the heat of his shaft as the head traced a path up her spine.

“S-somethin’ tells me,” she said, shooting him a sideways look as he kissed back up her neck, “that we ain’t stoppin’ at a massage tonight.”

“Oh, yeah?” Flicker let a few feathers brush against her folds for a brief moment, grinning as he felt the wetness there. “Why’s that?”

“C-can’t quite put my hoof on it.” Applejack twisted her head back, meeting his lips with hers and pushing into him. They moaned into each other, each taking a turn to explore the other’s mouth with their tongue, before she pulled back and looked up into his eyes. “But if ya let me turn around, I reckon I’d like to put my mouth on it.”

She was already turning to face him fully, rubbing her forehooves into the soft fur of his chest and kissing up his neck. He shivered at the feel of her wet tongue against him, one hoof coming up to run the length of her mane. He hooked it into her hair tie as he reached the end, tugging it loose and letting her long mane drape freely over her shoulders.

She worked her way steadily lower with soft hums, still wrapped in the embrace of his wings, her hooves tracing meandering paths over his sides and down to his firm flanks. He found himself leaning back almost without thinking, easing her access towards his groin, and when his stiffening hardness finally reached up to meet her lips he let out a quiet moan.

Applejack let out a quiet chuckle as she licked at the precum dribbling from his cock, sending a shudder through his body. “My big, strong, alicorn stallion,” she murmured, kissing down the side of his shaft. “Ya didn’t shower when ya finished on the farm, did ya?”

Flicker’s mouth hung open as he looked down at her, his cock twitching at the sight of his beautiful wife’s muzzle buried against the base of his shaft. “I was w-worried you might come home while I was in the bathroom.”

“Mm, that’s okay, sugar cube.” Applejack grinned up at him, wrapping her tongue around one of his balls and pulling it into her mouth. “I like the smell of a stallion with some sweat on him.”

Flicker groaned, unable to look away from her entrancing gaze. Her tongue traced slow circles around first one ball and then the other, and he couldn’t resist the urge to pump his hips against her face as the wet warmth sent a tickling pleasure up his shaft. His cock was almost painfully erect now, long enough to stretch across the entire length of her head before drooping down against her forelock.

Applejack chuckled, the hot breath against his skin making Flicker bite his lip, and turned her head sideways. She wrapped her muzzle around his shaft, licked all the way to the top, and then took him into her mouth.

“Ohhh.” Flicker let out a long sigh, momentarily forgetting himself, and with a gentle push from Applejack he drifted down onto his back. Her moans sent pleasant tingles through his cock as she began to bob her head in earnest, pressing her tongue against the underside of his shaft as she pulled back and toyed with his flare. She leaned forwards, bracing her hooves against the bed, and with a soft gagging sound pushed herself deeper, taking him all the way to the medial ring.

Flicker reached a hoof down to hold the back of her head as he gave small, involuntary pumps of his hips, moaning when he felt her throat squeeze around the tip of his shaft. Through great effort he mustered the will to lift his head and look down at her, and a shudder passed through him as he saw her staring back at him, grinning around his cock. He returned the grin as best he could through the waves of pleasure washing over him.

With a start he realized that one of her hooves had vanished between her legs, her moans growing stronger as she played with herself. She brought the hoof back up for him to see, glistening in the candlelight with her wetness, before rubbing it against his balls.

Flicker bit his lip, pumping his hips into her again as he threw his head back with a strained grunt. Some distant part of him noted the sound of Applejack gagging around his girth, but the rest of him was lost among the budding pressure in his groin as she worked her tongue expertly over his flesh, teasing him towards the edge.

She pulled back with a satisfied sigh, and Flicker let out a groan as the warm confines of her mouth were replaced with cool air.

He looked down at her, panting, and she grinned back at him as she idly licked his swollen flare. “Ya didn’t think I was gonna let ya blow before I get mine, did ya? No, sir.”

“You can’t blame me,” Flicker said, the sheen of fresh sweat on his coat. “I can’t be held responsible for what I do when you’re torturing me like that!”

“Heh. I guess not.” Applejack bit her lip, letting Flicker’s twitching cock fall flat against his belly. She kept her eyes locked to his as she crawled over him, sliding the soft fur of her belly against his head as she brought her lips to his. She cradled his head in her hooves as they kissed, shimmying her hips side-to-side to tease at his length.

The feeling of her pussy lips sliding along his member sent a shiver through Flicker, and he grinned into the kiss as he wrapped Applejack in his massive wings. He could feel her marehood dripping over him, her arousal dripping down to pool around his dock as she rocked her body forwards and back. His hooves kneaded at her flanks, tugging at her toned ass.

He pulled his hips back as she slid forwards, aiming for her center, but she slid back after him with a teasing smirk, keeping him outside her. He grunted into their kiss, trying a second time, but again her warm depths evaded him. Her pussy winked, the swollen nub of her clit peeking out to kiss at his stallionhood, and he was overwhelmed with the need to be inside her.

His horn glowed, holding her firmly in place as he pulled back, and he plunged into her sex without restraint.

Applejack’s head snapped up, her forelegs tightening around his neck as she let out a throaty groan right into his ear. Her walls clamped down on him, massaging him up to the medial ring, and for a long moment the couple was totally still, her shaking wide-eyed above him while he gave her time to adjust.

Flicker grinned, kissing at her neck and tasting the sweat matting her fur. “You okay, love?”

“Rascal!” Applejack delivered a playful swat to his chest before falling limply against him. “I wasn’t ready!”

“Hmm, I think you were ready.” Flicker flexed his dick, drawing a breathy moan from her lips. “More than ready.”

“Oh, I’ll show ya ready!” Applejack straightened up, bracing her hooves on his chest. “Giddy up, fluff ball! We’re goin’ for a ride!”

Applejack lifted her hips, her lower lips gripping him with force, and came back down with enough power to drive the breath out of him. He grunted, eyes widening at the sudden impact, but she was already settling into her rhythm.

She grinned down at him, her face framed in the blonde locks hanging down around it and blocking out the rest of the world. He could do little more than lie back, hanging onto her like a sailor afraid of being washed out to sea, panting and groaning at the sensation of her tight, wet passage wrapped around him. She tightened around him every time she rose, her body molded perfectly to his, slick walls stimulating every part of him and leaving him gasping at the sensation of the cool air against the arousal she left behind. Then she would loosen, falling back down and taking him wholly within her, her powerful body clamping down and leaving him completely immersed in her warmth.

She gave him no chance to recover, driving waves of pleasure into his core with every buck. He could feel her hind legs tensing on either side of his barrel every time she rose, clenched tight around him, and as the seconds dragged on her cocky grin lost its shape, falling apart into open-mouthed moans that grew steadily louder. Her forehooves quivered against his chest, and Flicker reached out with his wings, pulling her down against him.

She didn’t protest, burying her muzzle into his fluffy chest fur and silencing her moans against it. Still her hips twisted against his, no less pleasurable as she went from hard up and down bucks to a long, gyrating grinding against him that left him completely inside her throughout it all.

“Oh, b-buck,” Applejack panted, turning her head to the side to be heard. “Bigger!”

Flicker nodded, cradling her head in his hooves as his horn glowed. His cock grew just ever so slightly larger, pressing against Applejack’s walls and pushing her moans ever higher.

“H-how’s that?” Flicker asked.

She didn’t answer him with words, instead letting out a guttural groan and grinding against him even harder. She pressed her whole body against his, wrapped under the warm blanket of his feathers, panting into his chest with eyes squeezed shut. Her tail bounced side to side, twitching upwards with every thrust. Flicker met her motions with his own, pushing up into her in a matching rhythm, and for a moment their bodies moved in total sync, to the point where he could barely tell where hers ended and his began. His universe was reduced to the mare clenching her whole body, pussy and hooves alike, around him, and the rising pleasure building inside him, and her heated, desperate moans filling his ears, bearing proof that she was enjoying it just as much as he was.

“Buck!” Applejack stiffened, her pussy squeezing down even harder against him. “I’m—”

She let out a throaty scream, her whole body shaking in his grip, her marehood tugging and milking at his length, thirsty for his cum, but he held himself back. He wasn’t done with her quite yet, and so he closed his eyes, squeezing her tightly against him, riding the swelling wave of pleasure within himself as she shivered and moaned against him.

She fell limp with a gasp, chest heaving, the aftershocks of her orgasm leaving her a twitching mess. Flicker ran his hoof through her mane, looking down with a smirk. “Good size?”

Applejack dragged her gaze up to meet his own, and after several seconds gave a small nod. “I love you, Flicker.”

“You’re just saying that because I have a changeling dick.”

“I love your changeling dick, too.” Applejack let out an airy giggle as she stretched her neck out to give him a quick peck on the nose. “But I didn’t know ya were a changeling when we started datin’.”

Flicker smiled. He didn’t need to be a changeling to feel the love pouring off her in waves. He soaked it all up, relishing the cinnamony taste and the heady warmth that muddled his thoughts to the point that he could almost forget he was buried balls deep into the most beautiful mare in the world.

Almost.

He leaned in, whispering into her ear. “I’m not done.”

“Oh, sweet Celestia.” Applejack laughed, giving a slight shake of her head. “I dunno if I can do another, darlin’.”

“Don’t worry, you relax.” Flicker delivered a quick kiss to her forehead. “It’s my turn.”

Applejack let out a soft groan as he rolled them over, leaving her on her back beneath them. His horn glowed, and her eyes widened as he wrapped her in his magic, picking her up and twisting her around before setting her back down on her belly, never once pulling out from inside her.

“Oh, you charmer.” Applejack looked back at him with one eye, lips pulled up into a coy smile. “Ya know just what to say, don’t ya?”

Flicker nodded. “And just what to do.”

He started slowly, pulling out at inch by inch, watching Applejack’s face contort with pleasure as her pussy shivered and clenched around him. Small coos and moans escaped her as he met some resistance halfway out, her lower lips tugging at the girth of his medial ring as if afraid to let it go, and she gasped as they finally relinquished their grip, leaving him free to slide fully out.

He hovered there for a few seconds, prodding at her winking pussy with the head of his cock, their bodies connected by a thin string of marecum.

Applejack cracked an eye open, and he saw the realization in her gaze just an instant before he shifted his hips, lining himself up with her puckered plothole.

Applejack smirked up at him, her tail flagging high and brushing up against his chin. “I reckon I like where this is goin’.”

He pressed forwards slowly, applying steady pressure. Applejack took a deep breath and relaxed, and with a wet pop, he slipped inside.

Flicker closed his eyes, delighting in the tight grip around the tip of his cock. He pulled back before pressing forwards again, gradually working his way deeper into his wife’s ass.

Applejack’s nostrils flared as she snorted, her jaw tightening. Flicker leaned down over her, blanketing her with his body and speckling the back of her neck with soft kisses. Perhaps a minute passed like this as he eased his length into her, both partners silent but for their soft grunts of exertion and coos of pleasure.

At last, Flicker’s medial ring bumped up against Applejack’s ass, and he came to a stop with a contented sigh. Her rear clenched evenly around him, bathing his length in the heat of her body.

Flicker straightened up, pulling Applejack’s rump up off the bed with his hooves. With one wing he reached down under her tail, brushing the feathers over her still-dripping pussy, and she moaned as her clit winked out in response.

He began to gently rock his hips, rubbing at her clit with his wingtip at the same time. Her body went limp but for the twitches of pleasure, her rear end held up by his cock while her back arched.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, rocking her hips back into him. Her ass began to loosen as she melted into him, and Flicker quickened his pace. He grunted, losing himself in the sensation of her tight pucker around his cock, and soon the room was filled with the steady, rhythmic slapping of his balls smacking against her dripping pussy.

“Buck!” Flicker could already feel the pressure building in the base of his shaft, begging for release, driving him to pound into her ever harder with every buck, the bedsheets scrunching up under her as she was rocked forwards.

“Oh, you s-stud,” Applejack nickered, gripping the bed in her hooves and bracing herself on a pillow. “I love it when ya—mmph!”

He groaned, leaning over her and rutting with wild abandon. He watched open-mouthed as her firm plot rippled with every thrust, the vibrations seeming to travel the whole length of her body before escaping through her muzzle as reckless moans. He lifted one hoof, smacking it across one flank. She yelped as her ass tightened around him, and he couldn’t resist the urge to follow up with a second blow, and then another, her body clenching around his length with every spank.

“C-cum in me, Flick.” Applejack looked back, meeting his gaze for just one moment before her eyes began to roll back. “Oh, b-buck, cum in my ass!”

Flicker’s nostrils flared as the tingling pressure in his balls grew almost too tight to bear. He reached down, grabbing Applejack’s ear in his teeth and pulling as he rutted her, and she let out a long, high cry of ecstasy. Flicker snorted, eyes losing focus as his flare began to swell deep inside her ass. This was the part of Applejack that only he got to see—the submissive, feminine side that she hid away whenever she was outside the walls of their home—and it never failed to push him over the edge.

He grunted into her ear as he hilted inside her, pulling her tight against him with both hooves, his balls tightening up as her craving, winking pussy kissed at them with her pulsing clit. Applejack’s voice quivered as the first spurt of hot cum shot into her, reaching to the deepest corners of her body with its heat, and her pussy clenched down on itself, spraying fresh marecum over Flicker’s balls. Her body milked at his pulsing stallionhood, drinking down the cum flooding her core, trapped inside by Flicker’s thick flare.

They were still for a long moment, trapped in the ecstasy they shared as Flicker’s flesh twitched inside her. Applejack let out soft moans past her dopey smile, one hoof idly rubbing at her belly.

Finally Flicker opened his eyes, falling to the side with a groan. Applejack yelped as she was tugged along with him, his still-swollen flare lodged so firmly inside her that she had no choice but to roll onto her side.

They lay there, panting, their coats stuck together with the sweat of their love. Flicker held Applejack close in all four hooves, his great wings draped around her as a feathery blanket.

“Sweet Celestia,” Applejack sighed. She pulled one of Flicker’s hooves up to her muzzle, breathing in his scent as she gave it a firm kiss. “That was somethin’.”

Flicker nuzzled into her mane as he gave her a brief squeeze. “I’m glad you liked it, apple of my eye.”

Applejack rolled her eyes at the corny pet name, hiding her blush in his feathers. The head of his cock began to scrape against her insides as it softened, sliding out, and she let out a quiet moan.

Flicker prodded at her cheek with his muzzle, and she turned to meet his lips with hers. Their kiss was gentle and relaxed, and she couldn’t help but smile up into his eyes as he pulled away.

“So how long ya been plannin’ this?” she murmured, stretching her neck out to deliver another quick peck on his nose.

“Hmm.” Flicker looked away, narrowing his eyes in thought. “A couple months, I think.”

“A couple months?” Applejack arched a brow. “For one night?”

Flicker smirked as he looked back to her, and they both grunted as his flaccid stallionhood finally slipped out of her, allowing a few drops of cum to drip out.

“My love, our anniversary is next week. And I have something planned for every day up to it.”

Applejack’s eyes widened, and Flicker chuckled as he leaned in to kiss her again.

“I’d recommend we get some rest,” he whispered. “We have a long week ahead of us.”

“You crazy changeling.” Applejack shook her head as she relaxed back into the pillow, closing her eyes. “I woulda been happy with an apple pie and a letter, y’know.”

“I know.” Flicker lay down behind her, resting his head on the pillow just above hers. “But I’m not a very good baker.”

Applejack chuckled. “I love you, Flick.”

“I love you too, Applejack.”

Flicker closed his eyes, already being lulled to sleep by the soft rhythm of his mare’s contented breathing.

He couldn’t wait to show her his plans for tomorrow.

Author's Note

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The Wild Dragon

Applejack woke with a smile on her face.

She didn’t need to open her eyes to know it was dawn; she could feel the warmth of sunlight streaming in through the window and heating her bedsheets, and the roosters were competing to see who could crow loudest on the opposite side of the farm. She couldn’t feel the smooth chitin of Flicker’s chest against her back, but she decided not to let that bother her.

There was a certain soft, glowing pleasure that a mare could only find in the small hours of dawn, with the memories of last night’s lovemaking still pressed into the wrinkles of the sheets and aching under her tail. She let out a contented sigh as one hoof drifted down to rub at her belly, and then a little lower, feeling at the faint trail of dampness still left on the inside of her thigh.

She allowed herself a good few minutes like this, a shiver passing through her as she relived last night.

But rising at dawn was a habit baked into Applejack’s bones, and it was only with faint reluctance that she finally opened her eyes and slid out of the bed. A small yawn escaped her as her hooves touched against the wood of the floor, and she ambled towards the bathroom.

She splashed cold water over her face, washing the last of the sleep away, and looked up into the mirror. Her mane was a disheveled mess, hanging loosely over both shoulders, and she could still see the faint sheen of dried sweat on her coat. She snorted.

One shower later, Applejack stepped back into the bedroom and reached for her hat—only to find it absent, the open space on her bedside table where it normally slept left conspicuously empty.

“Huh.”

She pursed her lips as she walked into the living room, scanning her surroundings. Had it gotten misplaced during the fun last night? Usually Flicker was more careful about where he put it.

At last she spotted it: it was resting on the dining table—right next to a plate full of food.

She smiled as she drew closer, inspecting the plate. An omelet flavored with pepper, cheese, and broccoli, along with apple slices cut into strange, angular shapes. She picked up her hat and dropped it onto her head, immediately spotting the note that had been hidden underneath.

“Enjoy your breakfast, Jackie,” it read. “I have another surprise for you when you’re done. You’ll find it at the site of our first date.”

Applejack arched a brow, lips quirking in amusement. “Another surprise, huh? This stallion just don’t know how to stop.”

To her amazement, the eggs were still warm. He must have just left, cooking her breakfast quietly to avoid disturbing her before stealing off into the farm scant minutes before dawn. She shook her head in bemusement as she munched on the apples, trying to figure out the unusually shaped slices. Was it some kind of puzzle?

She ate quickly, half out of excitement for whatever her husband had planned and half out of some vague competitive notion of catching up to him before he was fully prepared. It took her only a couple minutes to clean her plate and leave it in the dish rack, and then she was off, trotting towards the orchard with an absent-minded smile.

Applejack and Flicker had never quite agreed on what exactly counted as their first date, but she knew what the changeling meant by his hint. She had a wide smile on her face as she trotted through the orchard, taking the time to enjoy the familiar aroma drifting between the trees, and the sun was just peeking above the tree canopy when she arrived in the little clearing around the Cutie Mark Crusader’s old clubhouse.

It didn’t see much use these days; the girls had grown up and moved their little organization to a bigger, more official-looking building in town. It still looked just like it had years ago, when Flicker had offered to help them spruce up the place with a fresh coat of paint. Applejack had been there too, and although she’d heard about the unfamiliar griffon that had showed up in town recently, that was the first time she’d really talked to him.

Secluded as it was, it also served as the perfect place for her and Flicker to take enthusiastic breaks in the midst of applebucking.

“Flick? Y’all here?” Her tail was already starting to twitch upwards as she climbed up the ramp and peered into the windows. “That was a mighty fine breakfast ya made!”

If Flicker heard her, he didn’t respond. She pushed the door open cautiously, a nervous grin on her face. She wouldn’t put it past him to be hiding somewhere, abusing his changeling magic to jump out and startle her the instant she had her back turned.

Not that she’d mind—as long as he followed through.

Applejack’s gaze honed in on a long sheet of paper pinned to the far wall, and she stepped closer to investigate. It was a sketched map of the orchard, the clubhouse drawn in exaggerated size in the middle. A trail of hoofsteps had been drawn in a meandering path through the trees.

She narrowed her eyes as the trail ended at a large diamond. A few seconds later it clicked, and her lips curved up into a wistful smile. He was leading her to the place they’d been married.

It only took her another five minutes to reach the little spot on the edge of the property. A pear and apple tree grew in the middle, their trunks and branches intertwined as if by magic. A sparse underbrush of bushes and wildflowers was allowed to blossom here, far from the clean rows of the apple trees that the farm relied on for its livelihood, lending the clearing an air of wild nature unique on the property.

She walked up to the trees, laying a hoof softly on their bark. She and Flicker had been married here, just like her parents, and she still remembered the feeling she’d had on that day, as if they’d been watching over her in silent approval.

A glimmer of light caught her eye, and she looked down to see a polished green gemstone nestled in the grass. Pears and apples alike were arranged around it, forming an arrow that pointed away, parallel to the property line.

“An emerald, huh?” Applejack scratched at her chin in thought. “Did Rares put ya up to this, Flick?”

With no answer forthcoming, she followed the arrow’s guidance. She scanned the unkempt land to either side, ears perked up in an effort to pick out any unusual sounds. Flicker was leading her somewhere, and if his plans for today were anything like last night, she expected she’d enjoy whatever awaited her.

It didn’t even take a minute for her to reach the next landmark; a rocky ridgeline marked one corner of the property here, rising up above the treeline and providing an excellent position for anypony to survey the land. Did he want her to climb up it? She was just starting to pick out a path when she saw motion out of the corner of her eye.

Butterflies fluttered in Applejack’s belly as her gaze darted over to the mouth of the little cave at the base of the ridge. She’d found it first as a filly, and she knew it didn’t go very deep, but she couldn’t help but feel some nerves as she approached the entrance. A cloud shifted overhead, and a beam of sunlight reflected off something smooth and shiny deep inside.

Another gemstone? Slowly she crept into the cave, ears twisting every which way. There was a strong, masculine scent lingering in the stuffy air inside, tickling at her nostrils with a quiet invitation that made her tail twitch upwards. It reminded her of Flicker, but it wasn’t like the musk of his griffon feathers or the crisp scent of his changeling form. It was different, almost dangerous, and it sent a vague tendril of fear worming into the depths of her mind even as her body shivered with excitement.

Finally she reached the back of the cave. A pile of glimmering gemstones as big as she was waited in the darkness, set on a thick blanket of wool covering the hard stone. She was just trying to figure out the next clue when she felt the air shift behind her, and two unlit torches set off to either side suddenly burst into flame.

Applejack’s heart leapt into her throat as she twisted around, spotting the bulky silhouette moving to block the cave entrance. It was big, nearly double her size, and made of sharp edges that seemed to glow orange in the sunlight blooming past it.

“Well, well, well,” the dragon growled, his voice deep and rumbling as if it was climbing out of a firepit. “A delicious morsel of a lair has stumbled into my mare.”

Applejack blinked. The nervous energy that had shot through her veins came out as a relieved laugh. “Y’all wanna try that one again, Flick?”

“Oh, drat!” Flick sighed, his voice losing some of its baritone. “I practiced that line like twenty times!”

“Y’all gotta relax, darlin’.” Applejack grinned up at him. “Y’know ya get all nervous when ya overthink things.”

“No, no, hang on, let’s try this again!” Flicker gave an emphatic nod, and with the soft tinkling of magic the torches put themselves out. “Okay, from the top! And act surprised!”

Applejack rolled her eyes, but she was still grinning when she turned back to face the ruby again. She gave him a few seconds to get ready before raising her voice, speaking in an exaggerated, curious tone.

“Oh, wow!” she called, her voice echoing in the little space. “What is this amazin’ treasure that I’ve found here on my property?”

“Well, well, well!” The torches flared to life, and Applejack could hear the barely restrained laughter in Flick’s voice even past the rumbling growl in the base of his throat. “A delicious morsel of a mare has stumbled into my lair!”

She let out a sharp gasp as she whirled around, raising a hoof to her chest. “Who’s there?!”

“It is I, the dragon who watches over this cave!” Flicker gave her a toothy grin as he prowled into the torchlight. “And it looks I won’t have to go hunting today, for you have more than enough meat on your flanks to fill my belly!”

Applejack knew it was all for play, of course, but she couldn’t keep the thrill of fear from rising up inside her. His teeth were so sharp, and each one looked like it could pierce the soft flesh of her body with ease. The light of the torches seemed to make his polished orange scales glow as if by magic, and his impressive wingspan was enough to block off the entire cave, preventing any attempts at escape. Despite herself, there was a small, primitive part of Applejack’s mind that urged her to flee, to turn and search for some unseen tunnel she could use to evade the clutches of this dangerous predator.

But she didn’t listen to that little voice in her head. Instead she remained frozen still in mock terror as a faint tingle of anticipation appeared between her hind legs.

“Hey, AJ?” Flicker whispered in his normal voice. “Your turn.”

“Oh, uh, right!” Applejack shook herself, getting back into character. “Please don’t eat me, sir! I swear, I didn’t mean any harm! I was just followin’ some clues left by my dear husband, who disappeared before I could thank him for breakfast!”

Flicker snorted. “Your husband sounds very handsome and charming, trespasser, but that is no concern of mine! He will simply have to do without, for I lay claim to all things that dare tread into my cave!”

“Oh, please, sir!” Applejack sat down, raising her front hooves together pleadingly. “It’s our anniversary week, and I’d hate to leave him on his own! I’ll do anything!” She leaned forwards, looking him over and taking in the powerful muscles of his chest and thighs, and her tail twitched up behind her. “Anything.”

“Anything, you say?” Flicker walked around her in a slow circle, his long tail trailing behind him to keep her from trying to run. “What could you possibly give me that I don’t already have, trespasser?”

“Uh…” Applejack blanked for a moment. She’d been expecting him to take initiative, but it seemed he wanted her to lead here. “Well, ya said ya were hungry, right?” She rolled onto her back, spreading her hind legs to reveal her glistening pussy. “I promise you, my marehood will be more than enough to fill your belly!”

“Really, love?” Flick deadpanned. He came to a stop over her head, arching a brow down at her, and her head swam at the strong musk drifting over her nose. “That’s the best you’ve got?”

“Oh, y’all can hush!” Applejack countered. “I didn’t get forewarnin’ or time to practice or nothin’, so don’t ya complain if I ain’t too creative in tryin’ to get ya to lick my filly bits!”

Flicker smirked, letting out a thunderous hum. He leaned down and ran his tongue along Applejack’s neck, sending a pleasurable shiver through her. “I suppose I should test your flavor before I make any dinner plans.”

He crawled over her, dragging the wet tip of his tongue across her chest, along the side of her belly, and down towards her loins. Applejack stiffened as the ticklish warmth approached her pussy, letting out a breathy groan when he ran his tongue up one of her hind legs instead of slipping it inside it inside her.

She looked up, biting her lip as he ran his tongue over her body in wide, sensuous curves, veering breathtakingly close to the heat between her legs before pulling back. He licked her with only the barest touch, so soft that it tickled, and it was all she could do but lay there groaning and twitching, silently begging for him to finally touch her where she needed him most.

His hips swayed mesmerizingly above her head, and her eyes widened as she saw the tip of his draconic cock slipping out of his sheath. The tapered head bobbed side-to-side with his slow motions, almost hypnotizing her, and Applejack breathed in deep, relishing the wild, dangerous scent that lingered over her tongue.

She wanted to ask for him to enter her, to finally slide his tongue between her winking folds and pull the moans from her throat, but she couldn’t find the words. Her thoughts came slowly through the heady fog of Flicker’s musk, and she was so focused on the motions of his tongue that she could scarcely spare a thought for anything else. It was only when a second, slightly smaller cockhead poked out from his sheath that Applejack was finally able to gather her thoughts, a faint frown on her face.

“Mister Dragon?” she asked. “Why have ya got two dicks?”

Flicker chuckled, sending a twinge of pleasure up Applejack’s spine from the vibrations. “Because dragons have two dicks, my prey.”

“Oh.” Applejack’s frown faded as she watched his heavy balls drop down, swinging with their weight. “I reckon I like—agh!”

Her eyes shot wide open as Flicker’s tongue plunged into her mid-sentence, wrecking her train of thought. It was so long, and it was so deep, and by Celestia was it strong! Applejack’s eyes screwed up as the slick muscle snaked into her very core, pushing against the walls of her tunnel and sliding along it like a beckoning hoof. Her hind legs clamped down around Flicker’s muscular neck even as her pussy clenched around his tongue, pulling waves of electric pleasure towards her hooftips.

Then he pulled out, leaving Applejack gasping for breath beneath him. He reached a clawed hand up, the sharp tips gently wrapping around her hind legs to pry them from around his neck, and craned his neck around to face her.

“Were you saying something, prey?”

“Wh-wha?” Applejack shook her head, meeting his gaze. “Why’d ya stop?”

“As I said, it was just a taste.” Flicker’s forked tongue poked out, sliding over the wetness left on his lips. “A delicious taste. You will make a fine meal.”

“O-oh.” Applejack took a deep breath as she wrangled her mind back down to earth. “Surely we could come to some other arrangement? Somethin’ that makes us both happy?” She reached up with a hoof, brushing it over Flicker’s lower shaft and drawing a low rumble from him. “I reckon y’all’re hungry for more than just food.”

Flicker narrowed his eyes, making an impressively convincing show of considering her words before he spoke. “Hmm, yes. A nice stuffing would certainly add to the flavor.”

Applejack arched a brow. “A stuffing?”

“Of cum, yes.”

For a long moment they held each other’s gaze, saying nothing. The corner of Flicker’s lips twitched upwards, and she could tell he was trying not to laugh—which only made her want to laugh.

“Oh, whatever, stud.” Applejack grinned, rubbing the underside of Flicker’s twitching cock. “It’s y’all’s lair after all, and I figure I’m yours to do what ya want with while I’m here.”

“Very true.” Flicker nodded before turning back towards her rear end. “I think I’ll have another taste first.”

“Whoa, hang on, now! Gimme a sec to—mmph!”

Applejack let out a throaty moan as Flicker buried his face between her legs. Her pussy convulsed around his questing tongue as his lips teased at her clit, sending shocks of pleasure through her body. She threw her head back, panting hard, clamping her hind legs around his neck again without thinking.

Flicker lowered his rear, planting his heavy balls on Applejack’s face, and her eyelids fluttered down as their pungent scent overwhelmed her. She gripped mindlessly onto his twin cocks with her forelegs, holding them tight against her like a mare hanging off a sheer cliff, and surrendered herself to his attentions.

Applejack could barely string a single thought together. Her world was reduced to the thick, strong tongue tugging at the most sensitive parts of her pussy; to the scaly lips pursed around the nub of her clit, holding it tight even as it tried to wink back inside her; to the ballsack draped over her face and drowning her in its musk. She was vaguely aware of Flicker pumping his hips against her, driving her muzzle into the base of his cocks and rubbing his lower shaft against the soft fur of her belly. She could hear high, muffled moans filling her ears, and after a moment she realized they were coming from her, driven out by the agile tongue reaching for her core.

The heat in her loins began to spread, crawling up her belly and stretching out towards her hooftips. Her cheeks tingled as it rolled over her face, and her eyes rolled back as it filled her completely, pushing at her lips in search of freedom.

“Ohhh, b-buck!” Applejack screamed as her climax washed over her, her whole body squeezing stiffly around Flicker’s bulk. She could hear the marecum shooting out of her pussy as it clamped around his tongue, squirting out past his lips and splattering over her tail and legs.

For a moment Applejack’s vision went white. When she finally came to, chest heaving and small moans of pleasure escaping her as she rode the aftershocks of her orgasm, Flicker had lifted himself off her body.

He was looking at her from between his legs, a toothy grin on his face and thick marecum dripping from his scales.

“My, my, prey mare,” he teased. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were enjoying this more than I was.”

Somehow, Applejack mustered the energy to roll her eyes. “I hope… ah… ya don’t mind.”

“No, I don’t mind.” Flicker grinned, dropping his hips until the head of his lower, smaller cock stained the fur on her neck with its precum. “But you still need your stuffing.”

“Huh?”

With the smell of his masculinity still fogging her mind, Applejack didn’t notice what he was doing until it was too late. He’d dragged his lower cock up the length of her neck and over her face, lining it up with her open muzzle. All at once his plan clicked into place, and she was just about to beg him for a moment to catch her breath when his rock-hard erection slid into her throat.

Applejack gagged, her throat squeezing down against the tapered head of Flicker’s cock and drawing a deep, rattling moan from him. A lesser mare might have panicked, but Applejack recovered quickly, breathing in through her nose as he pulled back.

Of course, the instant he thrust back in she found her nostrils buried into his balls. The strong, masculine scent overwhelmed her mind, and she found herself submitting instinctively, spreading her hind legs wide for the male laying claim to her and letting her body go limp. At the same time she wrapped her lips around his girthy shaft and stuck her tongue out to caress at its length, beckoning him deeper into her throat.

Flicker let out a low growl as he began to fuck her throat in earnest, the vibration traveling up his cock and bringing a tingle of pleasure to her lips. He wrapped his sharp claws around her barrel, the points pricking at her skin as he held her still and pounded into her muzzle without restraint. Applejack reached up to pull his upper shaft tight to her belly, and it left a wet trail of precum on her fur with every thrust.

She surrendered herself in body and mind, letting him use her. She could barely even remember that he was a changeling; she was just a mare, and he was just the powerful dragon dominating her with his cock.

Her throat bulged out with every thrust, and the cave was filled with the sound of her gagging and his grunts of exertion. It was difficult to breathe past the rod of meat filling her muzzle, but her body worked on autopilot, stealing quick gasps of air between thrusts. Each breath carried more of his musk, making her pussy wink furiously, but to no avail. Flicker had no attention to spare for her lower lips, and truthfully Applejack didn’t mind. The sheer sensation of being so thoroughly dominated was more than enough to make her body twitch and shiver in pleasure.

Flicker’s thrusts began to grow erratic, and the distant part of Applejack still capable of conscious thought braced for impact. She wrapped her lips tight around his shaft as he went from a steady rhythm to a slow, fierce pounding, her forelegs rubbing along the length of the larger cock pressing into her belly.

Cum. She couldn’t speak, but she hoped her body language was enough. She massaged his cock with her throat, coaxing him towards the finish. Cum for me, Flick.

As if on command, Flicker’s balls tightened up. He let out a thunderous dragon roar as he pressed fully into her, the knot at the base of his shaft swelling and cutting off her breath.

His cock pulsed, and a jet of hot cum raced down Applejack’s throat, followed quickly by several others. She swallowed as fast she could, drawing more breathy moans from the dragon, but it was impossible for her to keep up. Soon her throat was filled with spunk, and yet more still came, flooding down into her gut.

But Flicker had two cocks, and scarcely an instant later he was spraying more cum over her belly. The first shot reached far, traveling the length of her body and splattering her clit as it winked out, while the others settled for merely covering her barrel in their thick warmth.

Between the heat filling Applejack’s core, the hot ropes spraying over her belly, and now the thick seed dripping over the folds of her twitching pussy, Applejack came. She screamed around the cock in her mouth, clutching tightly to the cock on her belly as her eyes rolled back. She was his. She belonged to him, and now he was marking her as such so thoroughly as to leave no room for doubt. The cum filling and covering her warmed her heart as much as it warmed her body, and she loved it.

Finally, Flicker pulled himself out, a last few strings of cum landing across Applejack’s face. She squinted up at him as it dripped over her eyes, creamy white ropes of saliva and spunk tying her tongue to his cock.

She coughed, licking her lips. “Sweet Celestia, Flick. Ya been takin’ some vitamins or somethin’?”

“It’s a dragon thing, love.” Flicker gave her a tired grin as he leaned back. “I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?”

“Ya didn’t hear me say ‘yellow,’ did ya?”

He smirked. “I don’t imagine you could’ve said anything in the moment.”

“Now that may be true, but a quick kick to the gut’s a pretty decent substitute for ‘red’ when under duress.” She grinned before rolling onto her belly with a groan. “Hay, I ain’t been stuffed like this since the last reunion.”

“Mmhm.” Flicker leaned in, pushing his lips softly against hers. His tongue slid out, and she allowed him entry, her heart fluttering as the long organ explored the cum-drenched interior of her muzzle.

It was strange, kissing a dragon. His scales were unyielding, and when she pushed her tongue into his mouth she couldn’t help but prod at his sharp teeth. With a thoughtful rumble he pulled back and stood up, circling around to her backside. She shivered at the feel of his hot breath against her ear. “But you’re not stuffed yet, my prey.”

“H-huh?” Applejack tried to glance back, only to feel his claws holding her still.

“I count three holes,” he growled. Despite herself, Applejack could feel her tail raise in response. “And I’ve only filled one.”

He pressed against her pussy and ass at the same time, and Applejack’s eyes widened in alarm. Her marehood was drenched with marecum, and she could still feel him straining to fit! Her ponut had been left similarly slick, but not nearly enough for Flicker’s larger cock to slide in easily.

She grunted as the tapered head of his lower cock finally pushed past the folds of her cunt. Flicker worked his hips back and forth slowly, pushing quiet moans from Applejack everytime the thick girth of his upper cock pressed against her asshole.

“Oh, hay, sugar cube, I dunno if that thing’s gonna fit.” Applejack winced as he made another thrust. “Maybe ya should bring it down a bit?”

“Oh, no, it’ll fit.” Flicker hunched over her, pressing his smooth belly to her sweat-slick back. “Trust me. I know exactly how much will fit in you.”

He growled as he pushed forwards, and Applejack let a sharp gasp as the first inch finally slid past her tight ponut. “Buck!”

“You okay?”

“Nngh!” Applejack took a deep breath as she forced her body to relax, letting him ease in further. He was right—he really did know exactly what would fit. The meaty rods inside her had felt almost painfully big at first, but now she found herself being filled like never before. The flesh of his cocks pressed against her walls on all sides, so tight that she could feel every vein on their surfaces and every twitch of his pulse.

“Jackie?”

“Y-yes.” Applejack let out a guttural moan. “Oh, Celestia, Flick, that’s p-perfect.”

“Good.” She groaned as he began to ease himself deeper with every thrust, reaching places she’d never thought a dick could reach. “Get ready.”

It took him a couple minutes, but eventually he had both shafts buried completely inside her, the scales of his sheath rubbing up against the pulsing walls of her marehood. He had her smaller body completely encased in his; his belly was flush to her back, and his legs had her cradled on either side. He had the claws of his forelegs clasped together under her neck, holding her head up.

He was so warm, almost like a heated blanket. A big, scaly blanket that cooked breakfast and could fuck her silly in seconds.

She moaned as he began to quicken his pace, straining her muscles in just the right way. He worked with small, firm thrusts, rocking her whole body forwards with each push against her and making her shudder and moan each time he pulled out. His breath was heavy in her ear, and she bit her lip, pleased to know that her body gave him as much pleasure as his gave her.

He buried his muzzle in her mane, inhaling deeply before beginning to kiss down the length of her neck. His sharp teeth pricked at her skin, sending ticklish thrills racing down her spine that made her giggle.

He turned his head to the side, stretching his jaw wide, and Applejack stiffened at the feel of his teeth pressing down on either side of her neck. The danger made the pleasure flowing from her core all the stronger. When he brought one clawed hand to wrap firmly around her throat, Applejack could only let out a shuddering moan.

His cocks began to shove into her with more force, stretching her to the point that it started to hurt, but the sense of pressure—the overwhelming fullness—more than made up for it. She could still feel the heat of his first load of cum settling in her belly, and a dopey smile came over her as she imagined an equally sized load being pumped into her from the other end.

His claws scraped against her skin as she rocked forwards with each thrust, and Flicker let out a low growl into the back of her neck. He was fucking her at a steady pace now, pulling back nearly halfway out before slamming back and pushing her moans ever higher. All the while she was conscious of his teeth dragging across her coat, and her heart pounded against her chest, as if painfully aware of the fact that she was being fucked by a fearsome predator.

She could feel his pulse through the twitching of his cocks everytime he hilted. Her pussy was dripping marecum down her legs in a steady stream, with more being pushed out with every thrust, and his weighty balls slapped against her damp legs with wet slaps.

Flicker pounded her with enough force to leave her breathless, panting into her neck, each impact driving her voice louder and higher. What had began as a tight but gentle thrusting had become frantic and wild, and Applejack’s walls clenched down tightly around his shafts each time he pulled out, as if begging him not to leave.

“Cum in me, Flick!” Applejack gasped. “Ya know—nngh!—my heat’s comin’ up?”

He grunted, his rhythm becoming ragged, but said nothing.

“I reckon—agh!—it’s about time we—mmph!—had ourselves a foal, huh?”

He was pressing into her hard with every thrust, squeezing his hips up against her ass.

“I wanna feel it!” Applejack groaned, her whole body shaking in his grip. “Oh, Flick, fill me up!”

His body went rigid around her. He hilted himself in both her holes, and she could feel his balls tightening against him for the second time that day. His knots swelled inside her, making her groan as they pressed out against her walls more than anything ever had. His grip around her throat tightened as his twin cocks pulsed inside her, and the first jets of cum sprayed into her depths.

Applejack’s mouth hung open in a silent scream as she came with him, her cunt and ass convulsing around the huge shafts buried within them. Hot cum flooded her body, each pulse of his dicks rocking her body with another wave of overwhelming ecstasy. Her pussy filled quickly, but between his knot and her lower lips clenching down like a vice, there was nowhere for the cum to go. She shivered as it pushed into her womb, filling her to every extent, and she finally managed to let out a strangled moan as she felt her belly swell ever so slightly.

At last he was finished. Flicker let go of her neck before slumping down over her with a deep, rumbling groan.

Applejack sighed as she felt his weight settle in on top of her, and she craned her neck up to nuzzle against his chin. He let out a contented hum, the deep vibrations of his voice massaging at her back and sending pleasant tingles through her loins.

For a long moment they enjoyed each other’s love in silence. When Flicker finally spoke, his voice was low and exhausted.

“Did you mean that?” he asked. “About the foals?”

“Flick, have I ever lied to you?”

She could feel his grin against the top of her head. “I think it’s a good idea.”

“Me too.” Applejack smiled as she closed her eyes, feeling his still-hard shafts pulse with his heartbeat inside her. “So first an alicorn, then a dragon. What’s next, huh?”

“Shh. No spoilers.” He gave her a tight squeeze. “They’re all surprises.”

“Oh, hay, Flick,” Applejack mumbled. “Ya doin’ somethin’ new—” she yawned, using his forelegs as a cushion “—every day?”

“Happy anniversary week.” Flick’s voice came out at barely a whisper next to her ear. “I love you.”

“I love you too, fluff ball.”

Flicker’s knots were still swollen inside her, making it impossible for them to separate, but that wasn’t a problem. Applejack drifted off to sleep feeling full and protected, surrounded by the softly rumbling scales of her changeling-turned-dragon husband.

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The Smooth Abyssinian

“Alright, so what’ve you got planned for tonight, then?”

Flicker looked back at Applejack with a teasing smirk. It was the next day, just after sunset, and he had switched back to his griffon form. “You don’t want me to spoil the surprise, do you?”

Applejack narrowed her eyes and bit her lip, her gaze briefly darting down under the base of his tail as she followed him. “Hrm… nah. I’ll be a good gal, for now.”

They were following a winding dirt path weaving between the rolling hills that surrounded Sweet Apple Acres, illuminated by the flickering light of the wooden lampposts and the pale white glow of the night sky above them. A gentle breeze blew between the hills, toying with Flicker’s wings, and he smiled as he thought back to how successful his plans had been so far. The dragon cave had been a hit, and Applejack had been shooting him sultry glances and flicking at his flanks with her tail all day, prying for hints about the next surprise he had in store for her.

He hadn’t told, of course. He’d kept his mouth shut as they scrubbed the sweat and gunk of yesterday’s exertion away in the stream, even when she had tried to force it out of him with a bit of playful splashing and wrestling. He’d given only a few hints when they went back to the homestead and enjoyed a quick lunch with Granny Smith and Apple Bloom, but silenced himself again when he brought Applejack back to their house for a relaxing massage.

He snorted as he thought back to her expression when he finished the massage, got up, and invited her on a walk out on the property. He knew she always got a little hot under the tail when he worked over her body with the strong, dexterous talons of his griffon form, and no doubt she’d been expecting it to lead to something more intimate, but he had other plans. He spent most of the year as a griffon, after all, and he wanted to work through a few more exotic forms.

Finally their destination came into view: a small gazebo built on the public land between the Acres and the Ponyville town center. Four old trees served as posts holding up a colorful cloth, the grassy space between them trimmed down into a thick, springy turf. Candleholders had been hung from the surrounding branches, surrounding the gazebo in a sparkling cloud of flickering candlelight that swayed gently in the breeze almost like the stars twinkling in the sky. He turned and beckoned to Applejack with a flick of his tail as he cut across the grass to it.

“The old gazebo? Ya wanna fool around here?” Applejack blushed, but followed nonetheless, lowering her voice. “We ain’t even on the farm, sugar cube! Anypony could see us!”

“Maybe. But who’s going to be visiting the gazebo after dark?”

“I dunno, maybe someone takin’ their special somepony out on a date?”

Flicker clacked his beak in mock consternation. After a moment of thought, he looked away and gave an exaggerated shrug of his shoulders. “Oh, well. I guess we’ll just have to go back.”

“Now I didn’t say that, did I?” Applejack came up to his side with an eager grin, flicking her tail along his hind legs. “We just gotta make sure we don’t get caught, that’s all.”

Flicker smiled. “That’s what I thought you’d say. Now close your eyes, please.”

“Still playin’ coy, huh? Alrighty.” Applejack’s grin only widened as she stepped into the center of the gazebo and squeezed her eyes shut. “So what’s it tonight, huh?”

Flicker didn’t answer her. Instead he stepped towards the record player that was set aside next to one of the trees, easy to miss in the dim lighting if one wasn’t looking closely. There was already a record set into place, so all he had to do was turn it on and bring the needle down into place.

A smooth waltz drifted from the machine’s horn. Applejack’s ears twitched, and she cocked her head to one side curiously. “Octavia? Not somethin’ I listen to often, exactly.”

Flicker smirked as he focused on his magic, shifting his form. His body shifted out of focus, growing tall and slim. When his magic faded it was no longer a griffon waiting in the candlelight with Applejack, but a tall, feline Abyssinian.

His coat was the same vibrant orange as the feathers of his griffon form, and he stalked around Applejack with a graceful biped gait, taking her in from every angle. He was much taller than her like this, though not nearly as imposing or bulky as he’d been in his dragon form, and his padded paws let him step in near total silence.

“Uh, Flick? Can I open my eyes yet?”

Flick answered her in a low purr. “I want you to guess first.”

“Oh, shucks.” Applejack’s tail twitched up. “Can I get a hint?”

He hovered one paw over her cutie mark, letting only the barest tips of his claws slide out to prick against her skin. She stiffened as he traced the claws across her flank, down around the curve of her barrel.

Applejack swallowed, licking her lips. “A m-manticore?”

“Nope.” Flicker flicked his tail up in answer, lightly brushing the tufted hairs over her teats and drawing a startled gasp from her lips.

A shiver passed through her, and her tail twitched up a second time. “A sphinx?”

“You get one more guess.” This time Flick brought his muzzle in close, brushing his long whiskers up Applejack’s neck. His tongue slipped past his lips, and he ran the rough surface up towards her ear.

“Consarnit, Flick, I know it’s a cat-lookin’ somethin’!” Applejack leaned into him, a soft moan escaping her. “What about that Capper fella, from Klugetown? Are ya one of him?”

“They’re called Abysinnians, but yes. You can look now.” Flicker stepped back, spreading his arms and crossing his legs in a shallow bow as Applejack opened her eyes. “Ma’am.”

“Whoa, nelly.” Applejack’s eyes widened as she took him in, craning her neck so she could look him in the eye. “You’re so tall!”

“I have other interesting features, too.” Flicker’s hips swayed erotically as he stepped closer. At this height, Applejack’s eyes were at about the same level as his groin. Attracted to the motion of his hips, her gaze traveled down to the fuzzy ballsack hung tight between his legs—and the long, barbed dick just starting to poke from his sheath.

“O-oh.” Applejack leaned in, her open muzzle an inch away from the glistening rod. “Those barbs…”

She dipped forwards, tongue out, but Flicker danced away at the last moment. He grinned as she looked up at him with a confused pout. “Not yet. Wait until the song ends, first.”

Applejack frowned. “And just what’re we supposed to do until then, huh?”

“What else do you do to music?” Flick bowed down to her level, holding out one paw with an elegant flourish. The slow rhythm of the waltz drifted through the air, accented by Octavia’s shifting melodies. “You dance.”

Applejack looked between the offered paw and his inviting smile a couple times, the uncertainty clear on her face. Finally she hesitantly lifted a hoof and placed it against his paw.

She yelped as Flicker shot back to his full height, pulling her other foreleg off the ground and leaving her precariously balanced against him. She buried her face in the fluff of his chest, hooves clamped around his sides, and with a gentle but firm grip he peeled them off and held her at arm’s length, guiding her through the steps of the dance.

Not that he expected her to know how to waltz, or even to do much more than hold on for dear life. The dance was just a cover story for his greater plan. He started slow at first, like the music, leading her around the candlelit gazebo in easy circles. Gradually her initial panic began to fade and her stiff limbs began to relax, and she even looked up at him with a tentative smile. He smiled back, dipping his head down to brush his lips against hers, but pulled back as she tried to lean up into him.

She blinked at the sudden absence of his muzzle, brow furrowing in consternation, and stood up on her hooftips to try and reach him. When he pulled back even further she narrowed her eyes and hopped up with a cute little grunt, determined to reach his lips.

He laughed as he danced to the side, swinging her past him with a strained “Whoa, nelly!” He stuck a leg out to hook between hers to keep her from falling, brushing against the sensitive insides of her thighs.

“Careful,” Flicker purred, and she blushed as she regained her balance against his chest.

He continued to lead her through the dance, but as the rhythm began to quicken he began to step a little closer than he had to, rubbing his legs against her flanks or pulling her into him so her teats brushed against his body. The red in her cheeks grew stronger as he teased her, never giving her more than the slightest touches.

He flicked the tip of his tail up, drawing it between her legs and feeling the swelling lips of her marehood. A soft gasp escaped her, and he smirked as he felt at the heat already building under her tail.

“How are you enjoying the dance?” he asked, spinning her away from him and holding her back against his torso. His cock had slipped from its sheath, leaving it free to press against her back.

“Mmm.” Applejack wiggled her shoulders, feeling the barbs of the shaft pressed between them. “I think I’m takin’ a likin’ to it.”

She sighed as he ran the tips of his claws up her sides, swaying their bodies together to the music. One paw tickled up her neck and towards her open muzzle, and she obligingly closed her lips around the finger he slipped inside, humming in satisfaction. The other traveled down, following the curves of her body. Her hum turned to a moan as he brushed his fingers around her marehood, never quite touching it, and he grinned as she arched her back against him in a vain attempt to rub her lower lips against his finger.

He pulled both hands back to her barrel, spinning her around to face him once more and taking a long step back. With her mind fogged with arousal, she forgot to follow him with her hind legs, and her head ended up sliding down his belly and coming to rest against the firmness of his shaft.

She let out an intrigued coo, turning to try and taste it, but he spun her around yet again. She yelped as she suddenly found herself lying on her back, Flicker smirking down as he straddled her barrel.

“C-consarnit, sugar cube,” Applejack breathed. “How long is this song, anyways?”

“Long enough.” Flicker winked as he slid his body down hers, the tip of his cock leaving a meandering trail of dampness over her belly. She squeezed her eyes shut tight with a soft moan as he drew it across her winking pussy, a shiver passing over her when he didn’t immediately slip it inside her. The waltz was approaching its end, the rhythm growing faster as the singing of Octavia’s instrument began to swell and twist through ever more complex patterns, but it wasn’t over yet.

Applejack’s voice was as much an instrument as any string in the orchestra, and he played it with years of experience. He ran his fingers over her sides, brushing them lightly over her sensitive spots and making her jerk and twitch with breathless giggles. He leaned in and teased her neck with his hot breath, his tongue running in sensual curves over her taut flesh and his whiskers pricking and tickling at her cheeks.

“Oh, h-hay.” Applejack gasped as he gripped her shoulder firmly in one paw and brushed the tip of his cock over her belly. “C’mon, Flick, quit t-teasin’ me!”

Flicker couldn’t help but smirk at the desperation in her voice. He began to hump gently to the rhythm of the music as he brought his mouth up to her ear. “Song’s not over yet, Jackie.”

She whimpered, her hooves reaching up to scrabble ineffectively at his sides. He ran his paws down to grip firmly at her flanks, gyrating his hips against her as he planted soft, biting kisses across the length of her neck. He could feel her clit winking out, planting soaking wet kisses against his balls in a desperate bid to entice him into her, but he resisted the near-overwhelming urge to oblige, to pull back and bury himself in the shivering mare begging for his cock beneath him. The song was almost over, reaching its last frantic bars, and he’d only have to persevere for a few moments longer.

He brought his mouth back to her ear, letting his own arousal leak into his voice. “You want this?”

“Yes!” she whined, her hips bucking up.

He held her firm as he continued to tease her, pressing his thumbs into her skin in deep circles. “Cum, and I’ll let you have it.”

She could only whimper back at him, her whole body wriggling under his. He caressed her all over, with his legs against hers, his hands around her flanks, his firm chest pressed up against her heaving breast, and his cheek sliding down her neck.

With the song in its final seconds, Flicker brought his lips to hers, pressing her head back into the grass with an aggressive kiss.

Applejack screamed into him as she wrapped all four hooves around him, and he let her pull their bodies tight together. She shuddered and moaned, her marehood winking furiously against him, helpless as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. He felt a splash of hot marecum against his balls, and heard the splatter of her arousal spraying down onto the grass beneath her.

Finally Applejack’s grip against him slackened. She fell limp back into the grass, sucking in deep gasps of air as her unfocused eyes roamed the ceiling of the gazebo.

The record had gone quiet but for the scratching of the needle on the disk, and Flicker nodded in satisfaction as he listened to Applejack’s breathless pants beneath him. “So how’d you like the music?”

“Sweet Celestia.” Applejack blinked and shook her head, her eyes finally refocusing on his. “If ya do that to me everytime ya play it, I think it might just be my favorite song in the whole world.”

Flick chuckled. He leaned forwards and planted another quick kiss on her lips. “Ready for the main course?”

Applejack held his gaze as she reached down, wrapping a hoof around his pulsing cock and feeling at the barbs running its length. He grunted as she gave it a light squeeze, biting her lip. “Flick, if ya don’t give me this here cock right this instant, I ain’t talkin’ to ya all week.”

Flick smirked before darting in, pressing his lips firmly against her neck. Applejack let out a sharp moan, her hooves twitched up to clutch at him, and when he pulled back to look her in the eye again her cheeks were flushed with heat. “Roll over.”

She complied eagerly, giving him one last kiss on the chin before sliding around beneath him and settling into place on her belly with her rear held high. She wiggled her rump against his shaft, cradling it between the firm cushions of her ass.

He thrust slowly into her tail a few times, marveling at just how thoroughly soaked with arousal the thick hairs had gotten. “I should warn you, this might hurt a bit.”

“Those barbs ain’t gonna bother me none, darlin’.” Applejack flicked her tail impatiently against his belly. “My husband’s a griffon, remember?”

Flicker smiled as he lined himself up with her entrance. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He slid into her slowly, closing his eyes and groaning at the feel of her velvety tunnel closing around him.

Applejack let out a shuddering moan as well, melting into him as her clit winked out and carressed the bottom of his shaft. “Ohh, yes.”

He took it slow, letting her adjust to his girth. As usual he’d crafted his form with an aim to please, giving himself a package that would be just the right thickness and length to strain his wife without overwhelming her. It had a tapered tip and swelled towards the middle, and she let out a throaty hum as her nether lips rolled over the thickest part and he hilted against her with a wet squelch.

He paused, letting her acclimate to being filled and soaking himself in the pleasant heat of her pussy, and then began to pull out.

Instantly she stiffened, her eyes shooting wide open. “Oh, h-hay! That ain’t nothin’ like a g-griffon!”

Flicker grinned as he felt the spines running along his shaft catching, each one sending a fresh jolt of pleasure through him. “Don’t worry, I’ll start slow.”

“R-right.” Applejack let out a sigh as he thrust back into her, her eyes fluttering. “Just not too slow, ya hear?”

She groaned as he pulled out again, his barbed cock raking against the walls of her pussy. Flicker leaned forwards, planting his paws on either side of her head as he thrust into her harder, pressing himself firmly into her toned ass. By the third time he pulled out of her, she’d gone from stiffened wincing to a shuddering moan, her hind legs scrabbling against the grass as she began to buck her hips against him.

Before long Flick was thrusting into her hard, the sharp clap of his thighs slapping against her plot ringing out over the gazebo. He grunted at the slick, hot muscle clamping down around his shaft everytime he hilted, and he pulled out slowly, his barbs catching on Applejack’s tight pussy and sending fresh waves of pleasure up his spine. She let out sharp gasps every time he slammed back into her, followed by shaky, plaintive moans as he dragged himself back out.

With a particularly hard thrust her hat toppled from her head, and she flicked a foreleg out to shove it away. She had her head turning to the side, giving him a clear view of her fluttering eyelids as he pressed her face into the grass with each thrust, her muzzle hanging open and her hooves curling down into the soil. Even with her muzzle gaping open he could still see the wide smile on her face, her cheeks flushed red with her arousal.

“B-buck!” she gasped as he hilted in her once more. “Ya oughta—mmf!—k-keep these things—unh!—as a g-griffon!”

Flick grinned, drawing another trembling moan from her as he pulled out. “I’ll try to remember that.”

He hooked his fingers around her shoulders, pulling her back into him as he began to pound even harder. Her pussy swallowed his cock eagerly, rippling over his shaft as if to try and suck him even deeper inside, and he could feel the wet bulge of her clit winking out to kiss against his balls on every thrust. The scent of her arousal was thick in the air, driving him to thrust even harder, and he could feel the trail of her wetness dripping down his balls before splattering to the grass beneath them.

The slapping of their bodies grew wet as her fluids soaked into his thighs, lines of slick marecum drooping between them every time he pulled back. He closed his eyes, grunting as Applejack’s cunt rippled over his barbs and drove tingling waves of pleasure over him, her rising moans stirring the lust in his chest and pushing all thoughts of pacing out of his mind. Soon he was pounding into her wildly, driving her across the ground with every thrust. She twisted and bucked against him helplessly, the two of them moving against each other in perfect sync, each pushing the other towards the climax they yearned to share.

When Flick opened his eyes again, he realized he’d fucked Applejack up against one of the trees of the gazebo. She had her face and forelegs pressed up against it as she sang her ecstasy, and it quivered with every pump, causing the candles to swing around them and loose leaves to drift down from the branches. He could feel her climax approaching in the way her pussy clenched and shivered around him faster and tighter, the way she threw her whole body into hungrily pushing back against him, and he could hear it in the raising pitch of her voice. Looking down, he could see the red imprints his thighs had left on her ass from the sheer force of his pounding, and with a start he realized that her hind legs weren’t even touching the ground anymore. Her rear end was held aloft entirely by his pumping cock, her back arching with every thrust in.

He braced one paw against the tree next to her head, keeping the other firm against her shoulder, and to his surprise Applejack had the presence of mind to lean over and wrap her lips around his thumb, the wetness of her tongue sending a fresh thrill through him as she suckled it.

He was close. He could feel his cock swelling inside her, the spines flaring up and raking against her pulsing walls, and when she cracked an eye open and met his gaze, grinning around his thumb, he knew she could feel it too. He stared into her eye with his mouth agape, seeing the love she held for him inside as the pressure in his balls grew almost too great to bear, and when she flicked the tip of her soaked tail up to caress under his chin, he went over the edge.

“Ah, b-buck, Applejack!” Flick called his wife’s name as he pushed her up against the tree with every muscle in his body, holding her gaze as the first jet of cum spurted out into her depths.

She shivered, pussy clamping around his entire length like a vice, and her eye rolled back as the sensation of being filled with his hot cum brought her to her own orgasm. Her mouth fell open as she let out a shrill, wordless moan around his thumb her hind legs swinging helplessly in the air and her hooves scrabbling over the tree as she struggled to find something to ground herself against.

The first shot was followed by another, and Flick squeezed his eyes shut and trembled as Applejack’s pussy began to milk his pulsing shaft, greedily sucking up every drop of his cum. He let out a strained groan, his paws sliding down her body and squeezing her hips back against him, surrendering to the basic instinct to deposit his seed as deeply and as thoroughly into the gasping mare as he could.

Finally he was spent. He collapsed onto his back, his cock trailing spunk and marecum. Applejack yelped as the chief thing holding her up suddenly vanished, leaving her dripping rear to fall limply across Flicker’s legs.

For a long moment the couple caught their breath in silence. Applejack turned around and crawled weakly atop Flick’s heaving chest, snuggling her muzzle into his fluff as his load dripped out of her twitching marehood.

She let out a content sigh. “That was a nice dance.”

Flick nodded. “Yep.”

She let out an airy giggle as she wrapped her forelegs around his neck and nuzzled into it. “I hope ya ain’t gonna fall asleep, fluff ball. I don’t wanna be caught slumberin’ at dawn with some strange cat-fella and cum drippin’ outta my rear.”

“Nope.” Flick wrapped Applejack in his arms, squeezing her tight as he sat up with a tired groan. With one last kiss he set her aside and channeled his magic, shifting back into his griffon form.

“Ya oughta keep a bit of the dick, even as a griffon,” Applejack purred. “That thing set me off in all the right ways.”

Flicker nodded, filing the thought away for later. Clambering off the ground, he lifted a wing and draped it over his wife’s shoulders, guiding her back towards the path. “Let’s go home, love.”

“Are ya gonna tell me the plan for tomorrow?” She leaned into him as they walked, flicking her tail over to intertwine with his.

Flick let out a tired laugh. “Sure, I’ll tell you! Tomorrow.”

She gave him a playful punch on the shoulder, smiling all the while. Together the couple stumbled back up the path towards Sweet Apple Acres, sharing the heat of their bodies.

Author's Note

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The Loyal Diamond Dog

Applejack let out annoyed grumbles as she followed the trail up to the little cabin she shared with Flicker. The sun was already high in the sky, keeping her back warm despite the wintry breeze whistling through the trees, but she didn’t spare it any thought.

Big Mac had needed her help that morning to load up a delivery of apples, and she was supposed to have finished and come back nearly an hour ago. But then he’d given her that look, the look that meant he had something to say but was thinking better of it. And of course she couldn’t just not ask what it was.

And so he’d mentioned in that quiet, rumbly voice of his how he’d gotten up for a glass of milk last night, and just happened to be looking out the window when she and Flick had finally stumbled home from their escapade at the gazebo. How they’d passed under a light, grinning and giggling, and how he’d seen the little trail of white she was leaving behind her.

Applejack considered it a miracle that she hadn’t died right there, cause she could’ve sworn her heart stopped. But it hadn’t, and after a flustered conversation and a little argument about privacy, she’d stormed off to give the other stallion in her life a piece of her mind. Of course she knew it wasn’t all his fault, and indeed he was just as much a victim as she was, but by Celestia, she’d never been more embarrassed in her life!

She shoved the door open, marching for their bedroom. “Flick!” He’d promised to have the day’s surprise ready for her by the time she came back, but right then she wasn’t in the mood. She barged into their bedroom without ceremony, tail lashing. “Flick! Y’all won’t believe what—what?”

Flicker grinned at her, his short tail wagging behind him. He bent down and picked the end of the leash attached to his collar up off the ground, holding it up in his mouth.

Tilting her hat up with a flick of her head, Applejack narrowed her eyes and stepped closer. He was sitting in the middle of the open space in front of their bed, so she was able to walk a full circle around him, taking in his form. “A diamond dog, huh?”

Flick nodded, speaking around the leash. “I’m yours for the day, Jackie. To do with as you please.” He added a suggestive growl to the last words, waggling his eyebrows and giving the leash a little shake.

“Mine, huh?” Applejack grabbed the leash in a hoof, jerking it tight. Flick stumbled forwards, and he would’ve bumped into her if she didn’t step aside and let him fall flat on his face. “That’ll be Miss Jacqueline to you.”

She grinned, some of her ire being pushed out by satisfaction. So he wanted to let her take charge today, huh? That suited her mood just fine.

He rolled onto his back, showing his belly—and the tip of his stiffening rod slipping out of its sheath—in a show of submission. “Yes, Miss Jacqueline.”

She spared his shaft only a brief glance before waving it off with a hoof. She’d play with that toy later. “Y’all can put that away. I ain’t very much pleased with ya right now.”

“Oh? Have I been a bad dog?”

“I’m bein’ serious, Flick!” Applejack rolled her eyes. “Did ya know Big Mac saw us comin’ back from the gazebo?”

Flick’s tail stopped wagging. “O-oh, he did?”

“He did! Did I ever tell ya the story of the time I darn near got Big Mac surgeried on over some silly little lies? Most embarassin’ moment of my life?” Flicker nodded, and she continued. “Well, congratulations, cause after so many years it’s finally been beat by the time he saw me stumblin’ back onto the farm with a gallon of sauce drippin’ out of my rear!”

Flicker grimaced, rolling back onto his belly. “I was there too, if that helps.”

“Did ya have any fluids leakin’ outta ya? Knowin’ y’all two he’ll probably give ya a hoof bump next time ya meet!”

“Jackie, come on.” He stood up, and a twinge of interest passed through her as she was forced to crane her neck to look him in the eye. “I know you’re embarrassed, and I’m sorry about that, but let’s not let this ruin the week.”

Applejack grinned. “That’s Miss Jacqueline to you, mutt.” She jerked on the leash, and Flick yelped as he fell to his knees in front of her. “And if ya stand up again without my permission then I’ll be punishin’ ya for more than just embarassin’ me in front of my brother.”

He hesitated for only a moment before bowing his head, his tail already starting to wag again. “Yes, mistress!”

“Glad we got that cleared up.” Applejacked turned for the door. “Now come along, we’re goin’ for a walk.”

“W-what?” When Flicker didn’t immediately follow, Applejack gave a hard tug of his leash, dragging him along until he began to walk on his own. “But...”

“Oh, ya didn’t think I was gonna let ya off easy, did ya?” Applejack smirked as she saw him glance longingly back at the bedroom. No doubt he’d expected them to spend the rest of the day in there, but she’d had a mischievous idea on how best to get her revenge on him. And she knew he’d like it, too. “Nope! We’re goin’ for a walk around town, you and I. I’ll make sure all of Ponyville knows ya belong to me!”

His eyes widened, but she didn’t give him any time to argue. She was already pulling him out the front door and making her way towards Ponyville, leaving him with no choice but to trot gamely along on all fours.

She smirked as he sped up, coming to her side, and used the opportunity to examine his new form in detail. His fur was a ruddy orange, broken up with darker blotches around his firm flanks, and a long tuft of bright orange hair hung down one side of his thick neck, swaying as he walked. She could clearly see the outline of his muscles through his thin coat, and as he walked she couldn’t help but fixate on the tight curves of his ass, imagining how it would feel when she commanded him to rut her with all his strength, with those heavy balls slapping against her thighs and—

“Do you like what you see, Ms. Jacqueline?”

Applejack blinked. Consarnit, AJ, he should be the one ogling you! She glared down at him disapprovingly. “Did I say you could open your mouth, mutt?”

His tail wagged a little faster as he lowered his head. “No, mistress.”

“Then y’all can keep it shut. And ya don’t deserve to walk alongside me, either.”

She quickened her pace, leaving him a few steps behind her. She swayed her hips a little more than usual, relaxing her tail and letting it swing to the side and give him a glimpse of what lay under with every step. She’d gotten a little excited thinking about how she’d use him once they got back home, and she could already feel the first drips of heat trickling out to wet her folds. Her ear twitched at the sound of his breath getting heavier, and she couldn’t help but grin at the thought of his eyes fixed on her ass and his dick sliding out in vain as he took in the sight and scent of her arousal.

She was going to have fun with this.

It wasn’t a long walk to Ponyville, and either way she was so engrossed with her imagination that she barely noticed the time passing. It was the middle of the day, and even here on the town outskirts she saw several ponies giving the couple odd looks, whispering among themselves. “What’s Applejack doing with that diamond dog?” she imagined them asking. “Why does she have it on a leash?”

She cast a haughty glance back at Flicker. He had his head down, his powerful blush just barely visible past the orange hue of his coat, but she could tell he was enjoying it. She could see it in the way his rear kept fidgeting, in the tilt of his ears and the way his long tongue lolled out of his open maw. She’d have to get him to use that on her later, she decided. The anticipation only made her hotter, and she twitched her tail up for just a moment, grinning as his eyes honed in on her slick flower and saw her clit winking out at him.

Nopony else could see just how hot she was right now, but if the flustered looks from other ponies was any indication, all of them could see something hanging between his legs. She grinned as she turned her attention forwards once more.

She tugged hard on his leash, pulling him inside a shaded alley tucked between two homes and behind a pile of stacked crates. Glancing around to ensure there was nobody watching, she turned to face him as he staggered to a stop before her.

“Are you enjoying your walk, mutt?” she teased.

“Y-yes, Miss Jacqueline.” He seemed short of breath, and she knew it couldn’t be from exertion. His eyes traveled all over her body shamelessly, drinking her in.

“I don’t think I gave ya permission to ogle me like that,” she said, grinning as he turned sharply away. She reached a hoof under his belly, letting out a content hum when she felt the warm, pulsing mass of his dick. “Though it looks like you’re enjoyin’ the show.”

He whimpered as she caressed his length, running her hoof over the throbbing tip and letting out a soft coo at the slick pre dripping against her. She moved down to his balls, hefting each one in turn and watching him shiver, before bringing the hoof up to her muzzle.

She took a tentative sniff, and her pussy winked out as the strong musk filled her mind. She could lose herself in that smell, if she wasn’t careful.

She had no intent of losing control today, though. Her tongue flicked out, slowly licking the pre off her hoof while she watched Flick strain to keep his eyes off her, and she let out a throaty hum at the sharp flavor.

“And to think, just about every mare in Ponyville might be talkin’ bout this big hunk of meat by sundown tonight. A fittin’ punishment for lettin’ my brother see me last night, don’t you think, mutt?”

He let out a groan, his hips giving little fruitless pumps at the air beneath him. “C-can I have your hoof back, Miss Jacqueline?”

“You most certainly may not.” Applejack turned away sharply, brushing her tail—laced with her arousal—across his muzzle. She tugged him back into the street, starting towards the market.

She could hear him huffing and panting as he followed behind her, but she didn’t look back. She instead smiled and waved to the ponies going about their shopping, pretending she was none the wiser to the condition of the diamond dog on her leash. They answered her with nervous smiles, too polite to say anything yet too curious to completely look away.

“Whoa!” a scratchy voice called from above. “AJ, what the hay?”

Applejack craned her neck, looking up to see Rainbow Dash squinting down at her from the lip of a cloud. “Howdy there, RD. Mighty fine day we’re havin’, ain’t it?”

Rainbow ignored the question, instead jabbing a hoof at Flick. “Why are you walking a diamond dog through town on a leash?”

“Oh, this fella?” Applejack looked back at Flick, who was staring intently at his paws. Rainbow was well familiar with him; all of Applejack’s friends were, though they would only recognize him as a griffon. “I found him diggin’ up some of my saplings last night. He’s just payin’ me back with a little bit of honest labor.”

“Honest labor, huh?” Rainbow echoed skeptically. She hopped off her cloud, floating down to hover beside the pair. “Like following you around on a leash?”

“Well I got errands to run, filly, and I sure wasn’t gonna leave him unattended back at the farm!” Applejack shrugged. “He might cause even more trouble.”

Rainbow cocked her head. She spent a few seconds eyeing Flick, her gaze traveling a little lower than was polite, before leaning over to whisper in Applejack’s ear. “AJ, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but the guy seems a little, uh… pent up.”

“Pent up?” Applejack repeated loudly. She shot an exaggeratedly curious look towards Flick, who only seemed to pant harder. “However do ya mean?”

“I mean like his… y’know.” Rainbow made a vague motion with her hooves. “Like his dick. Everypony can see it.”

“Oh, well I never!” Applejack marched up to Flicker with a stern frown, leaning over and making a show of noticing his stiff cock. “Looks like y’all’re bein’ a bad boy again, mutt!”

Flick whimpered as his cock flexed, slapping wetly against his belly. “Sorry, Miss Jacqueline.”

Rainbow snickered into her hoof. “Miss Jacqueline? You’ve got him calling you that?”

“I gotta teach him respect somehow, don’t I?” Applejack jerked on Flick’s leash, causing him to let out a low moan. “Though I reckon I oughta take him back home and give him a piece of my mind now.”

“Uh huh.” Rainbow had a nervous smile plastered over her face as she watched the diamond dog writhe and twitch. “Well, uh, good luck with that! I guess. I’m gonna… I’ve got a thing at Twilight’s place.”

“Alrighty then!” Applejack gave a little wave as she turned away. “Have fun!”

She hummed a cheery tune to herself as she led Flick back home along a different path, ensuring he’d be exposed to as many curious eyes as possible. She walked at a brisk trot, keeping the leash taut and ensuring he didn’t have any opportunity to stop, and soon they were back in the hills outside of Ponyville, alone once again.

With nopony to see, Applejack let her tail flag higher, treating Flick to an unobstructed view of her swollen marehood. She grinned as he began to groan and sniff at the air, his gait growing clumsy as he struggled to keep his paws off his member and focus on walking.

“I hope ya ain’t gettin’ any ideas back there, mutt,” Applejack called. “Cause ya ain’t gettin’ any closer to this honeypot if ya don’t behave!”

“Yes, M-miss Jacqueline!”

She let her tail fall again as they reached the farm. As fun as it was to tease him, she had no interest whatsoever in repeating last night’s mistake and exposing herself to her family again. She was making a beeline for her home when something in the corner of her eye caught her attention, and she grinned as a new idea came to her.

“Y’know, I don’t think ya quite deserve to come inside the house,” Applejack began, veering down a side path. “A careless animal like you? Nah. Y’all belong in a barn.”

There were several barns on the property, some of which saw regular use, and she led him towards an older one that had fallen into disuse a few years back for some reason she couldn’t quite remember anymore. It wasn’t too far from their house, so it was just a short walk, and Applejack couldn’t keep the dirty thoughts from filling her mind as she shoved one of the doors open and tugged Flick inside.

She closed the door behind him, leaving them in the stuffy darkness broken only by sunlight filtering in through the cracks in the wall, the dry smell of old wood competing with the scent of their arousal. She brushed her tail across his neck before flagging it up high, sticking a hind leg out to keep him back when he tried to reach for her flanks.

“Now I know ya didn’t just try to touch me without permission,” she said, looking back with a stern glare.

He drew back quickly, bowing his head. “I’m sorry, Miss Jacqueline! I just c-can’t help myself!”

“Heh. So I see.” Applejack pulled him along, spotting an old haybale left in a corner, and turned to face him as she leaned her back against it. She spread her legs wide, one hoof traveling down to rub at the slick lips of her marehood and tease the soft flesh of her teats, and grinned as she saw him humping helplessly against the air. “Ya need somethin’, mutt?”

“Please!” he whined, his cock slapping against his belly. “Just let me taste it!”

“Hmm.” She tapped her free hoof against her chin in exaggerated thought as she continued to toy with herself, pulling her pussy lips apart and exposing the pink flesh inside. “Please, what?”

“Please, Miss Jacqueline!”

She grinned. “Good boy. Ya can taste it, but no touchin’ yourself, or I’ll be forced to tie ya up.”

He lunged forwards, burying his muzzle in her snatch, and Applejack’s eyes shot wide open as his muscular tongue was suddenly curling up inside her. She let out a throaty moan, wrapping his leash up around her hoof and using it to pull him tighter against her, her eyelids fluttering as the long, dexterous muscle pushed against her walls and sent warm tingles of pleasure shooting up her spine.

“Oh, buck, there’s a good doggy.” Applejack’s hind legs wrapped around his head, pinning him down, and she began to buck up against him as her pussy winked and throbbed around his tongue. It was so strong, and he knew all of her most sensitive spots! She bit her lip and pulled the leash tighter as he scraped it against the top of her pussy, as if beckoning her towards him with it, forcing a muffled squeal of pleasure out of her.

He reached a paw up to grope at her flanks, and she had just enough presence of mind to slap it away with her free hoof. “No touchin’, mutt! Ya keep your paws on the ground!”

He whined his assent into her cunt, letting the paw fall back to the dry dirt. Applejack leaned to one side, watching the way his muscles rippled as he pumped his hips against nothing, and a hot moan escaped her as she realized that he was humping the ground, rubbing his dripping cock against the only source of stimulation available to him. A part of her was chagrined that he’d found some way to pleasure himself without her permission, but the rest of her was so turned on by the thought of having turned her husband into a wild animal fucking the ground in desperation that she decided against stopping him. Instead she just threw her head back, her hat falling into the hay behind her, and squeezed her eyes shut as she rode Flicker’s muzzle, pulling him tighter and tighter against her pussy with both her hind legs and the leash wrapped around her hoof.

Her whole body was buzzing with the waves of pleasure surging up from her marehood, traveling down to the tips of her hooves and making her lips numb as she gasped and moaned. Her tongue hung freely as she approached the precipice, grinding his muzzle against her pussy with every muscle in her body, and she ignored him when he began to scratch and scrabble against her flanks to try and push her off. She’d punish him for it afterwards, but just then, she wanted to cum.

He was pushing awful hard, though, and he’d stopped licking her. With an exasperated growl she opened her eyes and looked down, and her breath caught in her throat as she saw him looking up at her with obvious panic.

The shock was enough to weaken her grip around his head, and he finally pushed himself free with a gasp, falling onto his back. “Red! Red!”

“Oh, hay!” Instantly Applejack’s arousal was gone, replaced by concern. She let go of the leash and wrapped Flicker into a tight hug, rubbing a comforting hoof over his neck and directing as many loving thoughts as she could muster towards him. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

He coughed and retched for a few seconds before finally settling onto his back, breathing hard and rubbing at his neck with a paw. “Wow, Jackie. It’s good to know you liked what I was doing, but—” he let out a breathy laugh as he looked down and met her eyes “—I still need to breathe.”

“Oh, shoot.” Applejack sighed, resting her head against his chest and listening to the rapid beating of his heart. Wet tears brimmed in her eyes, and she grimaced as they began to drip down and wet his coat. “I’m s-sorry, Flick. I guess I just got—” she sniffled “—kinda caught up in the moment.”

She stiffened as he brought one of his big paws down to cradle her cheek. “It’s fine, love. I know you didn’t mean to hurt me. And it was pretty hot having you pull me into you like that.” His cock twitched against Applejack’s side, already stiffening again. A teasing tone leaked into his voice as he continued. “If you’d just cum a little bit faster…”

Applejack chuckled, rubbing her cheek into his paw. She wasn’t a changeling, but at times like this she could feel his love just as good as one. “I was so close, too! How can ya ever hope to please a mare if ya can barely hold your breath a couple minutes, huh?”

They laughed together before settling into a warm silence. Applejack closed her eyes and took a deep breath, letting the strong, steady beat of his calming heart soothe her nerves.

After a long time he cleared his throat, and she looked up to meet his eyes. He waggled his eyebrows at her suggestively. “So… did you want to cum?”

“Did I—what?” Applejack blinked. “Flick, I darn near choked ya to death!”

“Maybe.” He nodded. “But it was very sexy. And I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to try again.”

She frowned, trailing one hoof down his belly. To her surprise, he was already rock hard again, his cock dripping a bead of pre on her hoof as she softly jerked him off. “Wow. Ya really liked that, huh?”

He nodded again, flexing his dick against her hoof. “Very much.”

She bit her lip. She had to admit, the power trip of dominating this big, strong diamond dog had been doing a lot for her, too. And now the fear of hurting him had passed and she had his warm shaft twitching and drooling over her hoof, she was starting to feel her own arousal coming back to her as well.

She slid her muzzle down his belly, closing her eyes and drawing in a deep breath of his musk. Her tongue darted out for a quick taste, and she hummed in satisfaction as Flick let out a soft moan.

“Alrighty then, mutt.” Applejack stood up, grinning down at him as she stroked his length. “I’ll give one more chance to please me. And ya better hope ya get it right.”

He smiled warmly up at her. “Yes, Miss Jacqueline.”

She picked his leash up once more, tugging him lightly off the ground, and tied the end to a wooden post. Then she stepped back, just beyond the reach of the leash, and propped herself up on a haybale, flagging her tail high and spreading her legs. “I’m waitin’.”

She looked back, swaying her hips as she watched him strain to reach her flower. He groaned and whimpered, his claws scraping into the dirt, tongue lolling as he desperately tried to reach the winking pussy held just inches away from his face.

“Beg me, mutt,” Applejack purred. She slid a hoof down between her legs, toying with her teats. “I don’t think ya really want it.”

“Please, Miss Jacqueline! Please let me taste you!” Flick continued to pull on the leash, his cock slapping loudly against his belly. “I’m sorry for digging up your saplings and failing to make you cum the first time! Let me suck on your teats and lick at your clit and drink your cum! Let me show you I’m a good dog!”

“Hrm…” Applejack grinned, inching her rear back just far enough for the tip of his tongue to brush lightly against her engorged clit. “Well, since ya asked so nicely.”

She leaned back into him, and for the second time that day she moaned as Flick’s tongue plunged inside her. She stiffened at the feel of his wet nose pushing up against her asshole, but soon she was melting into him, her hind legs shivering and her forelegs digging into the hay beneath her as her pussy clenched around his questing tongue.

He pulled his tongue out of her, and for a moment she was left hanging, confused, until she felt the wet heat of his muzzle wrapping around her teats. She groaned, eyes rolling up and one leg scrabbling against the dirt as he sucked on her nipples and licked roughly at the soft, sensitive flesh. He buried the tip of his nose into her cunt as he did so, twisting his head side to side and teasing at her lower lips.

“Mmf, buck!” Mustering all her willpower, Applejack pulled away, leaving him whimpering with need behind her. “That’s enough of that for now. I need to feel that cock inside me.” She scooted even further back, arching her back and raising her ass high in the air. “C’mon, now. Show Miss Jacqueline ya know how to use that thing hangin’ between your legs.”

“Yes, mistress!” Flicker reared up without hesitation, holding her flanks firm between his paws as he lined himself up with her entrance. She could’ve chastised him for touching her, but truthfully she just didn’t care at the moment. She’d had enough of teasing, and now she wanted to get rutted.

He slipped into her wet pussy with ease, hilting on the first thrust and pushing a deep groan past her lips. After so long of holding herself back, it was just what she needed, and she began to grind her hips back against him as he settled into a rhythm, filling the barn with the sound of their panting and their bodies slapping together.

Applejack bit her lip as the waves of pleasure washed over her, forcing moans up out of her throat. Was he already swelling? She’d barely even got settled, and it felt like he was nearly ready to cum!

“Ya best not—unf—cum before—ahh!—I do, mutt!” Applejack had to strain to speak past the electricity racing through her limbs, threatening to overwhelm her. “Ya don’t cum—mmph—until I give the word, ya hear?”

“Y-yes, Miss Jacqueline,” Flick gasped. “I won’t!”

“Good boy!” Applejack twisted her head, looking back at him with one eye. He had his eyes squeezed shut, his jowls twitching as he strained to pleasure her without pushing himself over the edge. She could feel the stiffness in his thrusts, competing with the twitching and swelling of his cock inside her. She flicked her tail up, brushing it against his chin, and she grinned as he whimpered, his rhythm growing ragged for a brief second before recovering.

Here she was with this big beast of a diamond dog, fucking her with a leash tied taut around his neck, struggling not to cum before she had her fill. She could walk away at any moment and he’d be unable to follow, forced to watch as she brought herself to climax. She grinned as she continued to tease him with her tail and worked her hips against him with more and more energy, challenging him to control himself despite the powerful, primal urge she knew was lurking in his mind, screaming at him to fill her with his seed.

He was completely helpless.

Even with his cock pounding into her cunt and his balls slapping against her clit and his claws scraping against her flanks, the sheer power she held over him was what drove her over the edge. She screamed, her pussy clenching tight around his shaft as the first assault of her climax finally washed over her.

“Buck, yes! Good boy! Good boy!” She gasped, pushing her ass up against the base of his shaft as she came. “Fill me up, mutt! Cum!”

Flicker howled as he hunched over her, pounding through the resistance offered by her seizing pussy as he forced his knot past her lips. The feel of the massive bulge stretching her made Applejack’s eyes roll, and her legs dropped out from under her, leaving her clinging on to the hay bale for dear life as he held her plot in his claws and pumped her full of cum. The thick, hot spunk filled her out with a pressure that left her breathless, her muzzle open in a silent scream, and even if her hind legs were too weak to do anything, she found herself pushing back with her forelegs, straining to get it as deep inside her as she could.

When Applejack came to, she was draped limply over the hay bale, Flicker’s warm body heaving above her. She sucked in deep gasps of air, her whole body tingling and shaking as the aftershocks of her orgasm hit her, feeling as if she’d just finished running a marathon.

“Phew.” Applejack groaned, reaching a hoof up to rub weakly at Flick’s face. “Good dog.”

“Thanks.” Flick was breathing hard, the heat of his breath tickling at her neck. “That walk… really worked me up.”

Applejack smirked. “I had a feelin’ ya liked it.”

“They were all watching me,” Flick said, and she could hear the grin on his lips. “I didn’t want them to see, but you were so firm, and all I could think about was the smell of your pussy in front of me.”

“Mmhm.” Applejack chuckled. “I thought it was pretty sexy, too.”

For a moment neither lover said anything, merely basking in each other’s warmth. Applejack wasn’t sure how long it was before she spoke.

“So what’s your plan for tomorrow?” she asked. “Another secret?”

“Oh, no, I think I’ll tell you this one ahead of time,” Flick said. He leaned into her ear, his voice suddenly lowering into a deep growl. “Tomorrow, I’m in charge.”

Applejack’s pussy immediately clenched around him in response, and when she looked up and saw the dark smile on his face, all she could do was let out a weak whimper.

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The Powerful Minotaur

The School of Friendship wasn’t unfamiliar to Flicker. He’d visited Applejack at school many times with his griffon form, and many of her students were acquainted with him, even if most of the younger ones found it a little odd at first that she was married to a griffon.

He couldn’t help but smile at the thought. If only they knew just how exotic he really was.

It was just after the end of the school day when Flick walked through the front doors and into the reception area, wearing the appearance of a youthful but fit minotaur. The short hairs covering his body were a shimmering gold that matched well with his short mane, and he had tied the beard dangling from his chin into a simple braid.

Aside from those staying after for sports or clubs, the students were already gone home, and the entrance hall was completely empty. The tall double doors swung closed behind him with a soft click, the sound quickly swallowed up by the thick carpeting.

Flicker was just about to start down the path towards Applejack’s classroom when a feminine humming caught his ear. A second later, Rarity stepped into view, turning out of another hallway as if to make for the exit.

“Oh, hello!” Rarity greeted him with a wide smile. She quickened her pace into a trot before coming to a stop before him. “I’m afraid I don’t recognize you, darling. Are you new? Did you need any assistance?”

Flick grinned. He had been planning on just slipping into Applejack’s classroom on his own, but having Rarity introduce him could make for a fun twist. “Yes, please. I was just looking for Professor Applejack’s room?”

“Ah, Professor Applejack? Certainly! Follow me, my sweet!” Rarity turned with an elegant pirouette before leading him deeper into the school. “You may call me Professor Rarity.”

Flicker frowned as he realized she was waiting for him to introduce himself. Obviously, he couldn’t tell her his real name. “I’m Gold Standard.”

“Well, welcome to the Friendship School, Gold Standard! I do hope you enjoy your time here!”

Flick’s grin returned easily. “I’m planning on it.”

It was a short walk to their destination, and Flick followed dutifully, staying a few steps back and looking around curiously as if every sight was new to him. He considered trying to tease the unicorn, maybe even flirt with her a little, but he knew she had her gaze set on someone else already. Either way, he wasn’t sure if she’d respond well to an advance from someone she thought was a student, so he settled for pleasant small talk, asking questions about the school and Ponyville itself. She kept up her side of the conversation admirably, regaling Flick with interesting anecdotes and asking him questions about himself in turn.

“Ah, here we are!” Rarity cleared her throat as she stopped in front of Applejack’s door. She knocked politely with a hoof before cracking the door open. “Applejack, darling! You have someone here to see you. A Mr. Gold Standard, transfer from Minos?”

“Gold Standard?” Flick couldn’t see Applejack from where he stood off to the side, but he could hear the confusion in her voice. “Uh, alrighty then. Send him in.”

Rarity stepped back, holding the door open with her magic as she beckoned to Flick. “I trust Professor Applejack can handle you from here. Ta for now, darling! Don’t be afraid to ask if you need anything!”

Flick thanked her with a smile as he stepped through the door, closing it behind him. The sound of her humming faded gradually into the distance.

Applejack’s classroom was towards the middle of the school on the ground level, with a wide open door on the far side open to the central plaza and long windows running along the top to allow plenty of sunlight in. Smooth wooden tables stocked with tools took up half of the class, with the rest being dominated by a lively apple tree that shaded sitting pillows and hay bales under its canopy. Applejack herself was seated at the base of the tree, hooves digging in the circle of bare soil around its trunk and a bucket of pulled weeds at her side.

“So how can I help ya, Gold?” Applejack asked, not looking back. “I don’t rightly remember nothin’ about a transfer student from anywhere, though I admit I ain’t the best when it comes to paperwork. There’s so darn much of the stuff, feels like every time I turn around there’s some new form or other leakin’ out of my ears.”

Flicker smirked. Even with his warning from last night, she didn’t expect a thing. Did she think he’d wait for her to get home before springing his next surprise on her?

Not wanting to give up the game just yet, Flick decided not to answer the question. Instead he walked confidently up behind her, engulfing her completely in his bulky shadow. She paused, turning deliberately around, and came face-to-face with his groin.

Slowly she looked up, her gaze subtly following the hard outline of his muscles, and her eyes narrowed as she finally met his stern frown. “Flick? Is that you?”

Flick nodded. “Gold Standard. I’m your new transfer student.” He flexed his muscles, watching Applejack’s eyes widen in response. “I’ve been known to have some disciplinary issues.”

“Oh, uh, disciplinary issues, huh?” Applejack gulped, stealing a glance towards the wide open doorway to the school’s central plaza. “Maybe we oughta talk about those in private, huh?”

Flick crossed his arms, making no attempt to conceal his intent as he sized her up. “After you, Professor.”

She gave him a nervous smile as she edged past him, leading the way to a nondescript door set into one corner. Flick could see her tail already beginning to twitch as she pulled the door open and nodded him inside.

Her office was surprisingly spacious. Haphazardly stacked papers were spread on an old wooden desk, scuffed around the corners with long years of use, and illuminated by warm sunlight streaming through a window behind it framed in the shape of an apple. A pair of potted apple saplings waited in one corner, filling the air with the scent of their fruit. The only thing disturbing the otherwise homey, rustic decor was the metal block of a filing cabinet pushed up against the wall next to the desk. A mirror hung on the wall next to the desk, the only decoration on the otherwise bare walls.

“Well, then,” Applejack started, closing and locking the door. She turned to face Flick as she sat on her haunches in front of her desk. She hesitated as she opened her mouth, perhaps considering what to say. “Why don’t ya tell me about these disciplinary issues of yours?”

“I have problems with authority.” Flick grinned, standing tall as he stepped closer and pushed her back against the desk with his mass. “And I’ve been told I have no respect for personal space.”

“R-really?” Applejack blinked as she suddenly found her muzzle pressed up against his firm abs. She stole a glance down, cheeks reddening at the sight of what waited for her, and then looked back up, pushing against his legs with her hooves. “Well that’s gonna change here and now, partner!” She grunted as she pushed, brow furrowing as he refused to budge. “Back up!”

“What are you gonna do if I don’t?” Flick asked, cocking his head.

“I’ll, uh… I’ll send ya to Headmare Twilight’s office!”

“Oh?” He let out a thoughtful hum. “Did you want her to watch?”

“I ain’t playin’, Gold!” Apparently deciding that pushing at him was getting her nowhere, Applejack sat down and stomped a hoof instead. She leaned back and craned her neck so she could look him in the eye. “I am your professor and y’all’re gonna respect me, or—w-whoa!”

Without warning Flick bent down and scooped Applejack up in his arms. She yelped as he lifted her up as casually as he might lift a bag of apples, bringing her eyes level with his while her hind legs dangled uselessly beneath her.

“What’s the matter, professor?” Flick smirked as she struggled in vain.

Applejack swung a hind leg towards him, but his arms were long enough that her kick only just managed to brush against his muscular abs. “Y’all better put me down this instant, Gold!”

“That’s no way to talk to your favorite student, professor.” Flicker turned her around, pinning her face-down over her desk with one hand. With the other he reached out and opened the top drawer of her filing cabinet, where she kept old class records that he knew she rarely looked at. He’d secreted a small riding crop in the drawer during a casual visit last month, and her eyes widened as she saw it in his hand.

“W-what are ya doin’ with that?” she asked. “How’d that even get there?”

Flick whipped the crop across her flank, causing her to stiffen and yelp under his hand. He waited for the sharp smack of the impact to fade before speaking. “That’s for thinking you can ask me questions.”

“Gold, y’all stop this right—gah!”

He struck her other cheek this time, licking his lips as he watched the firm flesh bounce under the strike. “You don’t give me orders, either.”

She growled, opening her mouth for some rebuttal, but all that came out was a loud moan as he lashed the crop across her rear once more. Her tail twitched up, revealing her marehood swelling with excitement.

She shook herself, glaring back as she opened her mouth again, and again he struck her, twice across each cutie mark in quick succession. She whimpered and groaned, head falling limply against the desk as she took in deep breaths.

Flick waited patiently, simply taking in the sight of the angry red marks left by the crop. After several seconds, she raised her head again.

“Gold—mmf!”

The crop fell swiftly against her rear, cutting her off, and she went limp. She was silent but for her flustered breath, and when Flick slid his hand down her back to lift her tail, he was satisfied to see the pink nub of her clit wink out past her lips.

Flick cleared his throat. “You’ll call me sir.”

“I ain’t callin’ ya—ungh!” The crop whipped across her pussy, not too hard, but sharp enough to send a pleasurable sting through her. Applejack bit her lip, turning her head sideways to look up at him with one eye. “Y-yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” Flick smiled. “What grade am I getting in this class?”

Applejack snorted. “Whatever grade ya deserve, is what.” Her eyes widened as he raised the riding crop, and she rushed to speak again. “No, wait! I mean—agh!”

“Let’s try that again.” Flick squeezed roughly at her sore ass, drawing a wince from her. “What grade am I getting, professor?”

“An A!” Flick frowned down at her, and after a moment she realized her mistake. “I mean, uh, you’re gettin’ an A… sir.”

“There we go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He slid his thumb down the curve of her flank as he set the crop aside, prodding at the softness partially hidden under her tail. He slipped the tip of his thumb inside her, licking his lips as it was engulfed in her heat. “You smell like you’re coming into heat, professor.”

“Uh, just about, yeah. Sir.” Applejack rolled slowly onto her back, exposing herself fully to him as she held his gaze. “What of it?”

Flick surged forwards, scooping the farm mare up in his muscular arms and standing up to his full height, leaving her hooves far from the floor. Applejack’s startled protests cut off with a gasp as Flick brought her pussy to his lips. He pushed her apart with his powerful tongue, drawing a throaty moan from her lungs as she keeled forward, wrapping her forelegs around his horns.

Her resistance melted quickly, all four legs now clinging to his body for support as he began to probe her depths in earnest. He could taste the tang of her approaching heat in her, mixed in with her usual flavor, and he pushed deeper, stretching her apart as she shivered around him. Her hooves tugged at his short mane as she began to hump against him, grinding against his muzzle.

He drew back, nosing her slick pussy lips aside to reveal the bright pink flesh of her clit. She groaned as he kissed at it, caressing the little nub with the tip of his tongue. Her body tightened around him with sudden jerks and gasps, the thick hairs of her tail flicking over his chest.

She leaned forward with a groan, and Flick let out a thoughtful hum as he opened his eyes to the sight of her freckled teats resting on the top of his muzzle. He let go of her clit with a smack of his lips, lifting his mouth up higher to roll his tongue over the soft flesh of her teats instead.

“O-ooh, that feels good.” Applejack let out a contented sigh. “Yeah, just like that, darlin’.”

She yelped as Flick pushed her abruptly away, holding her out at arm’s length. He regarded her with a skewed frown, eyes narrowed.

“What?” She blinked, pushing her skewed hat back into its proper place as her eyes refocused. “Why’d ya stop?”

Without a word Flick turned her upside down.

“Whoa, nelly!” Applejack slapped a hoof down over her hat, just managing to keep it from falling to the ground. She shot an indignant glare up between his bulging biceps. “What’s the bright idea? I was gettin’ into that!”

Flick smirked. “You forgot to call me sir. You know what that means?”

She blinked. Slowly she looked away from his cocky gaze, her eyes tracing a path down his chest, over the hard lines of his abs, and finally coming to a stop at the thick, dripping cock drooping down between his legs. Flick kept one hand wrapped around her barrel as he slid the other down her back, wrapping his strong fingers firmly around the back of her head.

“Oh, shucks.”

Flick flexed his dick, bringing the head up as he pushed Applejack’s lips up against the tip. She resisted at first, glaring up at him past his length, but Flick knew how to get past that.

He lowered his head to her nethers, pressing his lips up against them and pushing in with his tongue. She gasped and shivered, and Flick seized the moment to shove the thick head of his cock into her muzzle.

Flick grunted, the wet squelch of Applejack’s throat suddenly giving way to his meat barely noticed past the warm, tight embrace around him. He pinned her muzzle up against the base of his shaft with the hand on the back of her head while his other hand wrapped around her firm plot, keeping her marehood pressed up against his lips as he continued to eat her out. With one eye he glanced to the mirror beside them, grinning as he saw her eyes bulging, the shape of his cock visible in her throat as her hat fell silently to the floor.

He drew his hips back, shuddering at the feel of Applejack’s tongue against the top of his shaft, and dove back in without hesitation.

Flick couldn’t see much with his head buried in his wife’s marehood, but he didn’t need to. He kept his eyes closed as he pounded into her muzzle with slow, powerful thrusts, relishing the wet gags and coughs that escaped her whenever he pulled back. Her pussy winked furiously around his nose, matching the ferocity of his affection with wet kisses of its own, the scent of her excitement and the muted moans from beneath giving proof of her pleasure and driving him on to ever fiercer thrusts.

Flick cracked an eye open, glancing into the mirror. He’d started to hunch over her in his excitement, leaving her pressed against him almost upside down with tail and mane swinging wildly underneath. Although she’d been gripping firmly against him with all four hooves at first, now her legs had gone limp, hanging loosely at her sides. Her eyes were rolled up into her head, eyelids twitching as she was left no choice but to submit to the demands he placed upon her body, a swaying mess of saliva mixed with the pre-cum dripping down his balls.

The image sent a fresh surge of excitement through Flick’s body, and he bent over further, now pinning Applejack’s plot against her desk as he fucked her upside-down. He grunted, muzzle screwing up as the pleasure at the base of his shaft ebbed ever higher with each thrust, his balls twitching against Applejack’s nose in preparation to unleash their load. She moaned deeply beneath him, suddenly seeming to wake up as she wrapped her hooves tight around him once more, her pussy clamping down around his tongue in orgasm.

After three more deep, vicious thrusts, Flick went over the edge. He threw his head back and buried himself completely in Applejack’s muzzle, only just maintaining the presence of mind to look towards the mirror and watch her throat swell as the first spurt of cum traveled down to the flared tip of his cock, coaxed along by the eager massaging of her body. A splash of warm marecum gushed from Applejack’s cunt as Flick pumped thick jets of cum straight into her stomach, the excess spunk spilling out from her nostrils and dripping down over her fluttering eyes. He packed it in with short, firm jerks of his hips, clutching her body tight against his, filling her with his seed.

Finally he came down from the high, taking a moment to catch his breath as Applejack’s winking pussy kissed against his cheek. He straightened up with a snort, pulling her off his length and holding her up before him with one hand.

Her face was a mess of cum and spittle, dripping down from her nose and mouth and soaking into her disheveled mane before dropping into her hat, left abandoned on the ground. She moaned weakly, a bubble of cum rising out of her throat.

Flick frowned. Had he been too rough on her?

“Is t-that…” She coughed up a wad of cum before blinking her eyes clear and meeting his gaze. “All ya got?”

Flick smirked. He bent down and picked her hat up off the floor, setting it carefully aside on top of the filing cabinet. As much fun as his wife might be having now, she’d be seriously upset afterwards if he damaged the old Stetson.

“Don’t you worry, professor,” he said, shaft already twitching back up to full hardness. “I still have plenty of discipline issues to work through with you.”

He plopped her down on top of the desk face down, forehooves crumpled up beneath her and hind legs gripped firmly on either side of his hips. She tried to pull her legs away, but he held her firm, rubbing his cock between her ass cheeks and through the soaked hairs at the base of her tail.

“Ready for round two, professor?”

She didn’t answer, though he did notice the way her tail twitched upwards, brushing along the bottom of his shaft. He let go of one leg, lifting the palm of his hand high and delivering a mighty slap against her ass. She stiffened and moaned as the sharp smack of the contact rang out, leaving an angry red mark just visible past her coat.

“I said, are you ready for round two, professor?”

She looked back at him, cheeks flustered and mouth hanging open. “Y-yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

Flick held her gaze as he drew his hips back, sliding his shaft between her engorged pussy lips and smearing it with a healthy coating of marecum. He prodded at her entrance with his ram-like head, slicking it with her excitement, but he didn’t push forward. As tempting as it was to answer the beckons of her winking, twitching marehood, he had another goal in mind.

He shifted, staring down into her shimmering green eye as he brought his tip up against her puffy asshole. She whimpered.

He gave her only a scant second to brace herself before pressing in, plowing through the resistance offered by the tight hole with a grunt of satisfaction. She squeezed her eyes shut, threw her head back, and let out a long, low moan as he slid deeper inside, using both his own powerful muscles and the lubrication of her own wetness to dominate her body. He slowed at his medial ring, watching her hooves scrabble against the desk as she tried to adjust to the huge penetration, and then surged forwards again, smiling at the way her tongue lolled out and her hind legs twitched wildly in his hands.

The desk rocked back as his groin bumped against her ass, and the muscles inside her clamped down across his entire length. He paused, watching her sweat-sheened coat ripple as she took deep, bracing breaths, relishing the fire of her body and the tightness of her pucker squeezing down around the base of his shaft. A shuddering sigh escaped her as her head fell back to the desk.

Flick started slowly at first, listening to Applejack’s quiet moans as he pulled out to his medial ring and her sharp gasps as he slid back inside. She bit her lip as he began to quicken his pace, pulling her back into him by her hind legs with every thrust, filling the little office with the slap of his thighs against her plot. More and more of her excitement dripped down as her voice rose ever higher, collecting into a warm puddle between Flick’s hooves. He raised a hand and spanked her hard, kneading his fingers into the tight flesh under her cutie mark as she cried out, and before long he was pounding into her with savage abandon, driving the desk ever further across the room until it was slamming up against the far wall, forcing Applejack to brace her hooves against the wall just to keep from banging her head with each powerful pump of his hips. She shivered and gasped beneath him, each subsequent orgasm announced by a fresh surge of marecum splattering the side of her desk and the vice-like twitching of her ass, squeezing around him as if to keep him from ever pulling out of her again.

Flick’s nostrils flared as he leaned over her, his rhythm slowing into hard, powerful thrusts as her ass coaxed him towards his second orgasm. He let go of her legs and wrapped his hands around her waist instead, slamming her back into him as he rocked his hips forwards.

“Beg me.” Flick clenched his jaw and breathed deeply through his nose, accenting every couple words with another world-rocking thrust of his cock. “Beg me—for my—cum!”

“Please!” Applejack didn’t hesitate in the slightest. Her chest heaved as she struggled to get the words out, voice shaking as he drove the breath out of her. “C-cum! C-cum in me! Celestia—buck—cum!”

Flick pulled her down tight against him, squeezing her up against the wall with his body as his flared head pushed out against the overwhelming pressure of her ass. He groaned as he deposited the first surge of seed inside her, his heavy balls tightening up against him to meet Applejack’s clit as it winked out to kiss them. Applejack cried out in ecstasy as her own orgasm hit her, hot marecum splashing out and dripping down Flicker’s stiff legs as he pumped spurt after spurt of cum deep inside her.

The pressure in her ass became overwhelming as he filled her up, the excess load incapable of escaping around the tight seal of her ponut. Flick pulled out with a groan, his erect cock flicking up and spewing yet more cum across Applejack’s back, into her mane, and even onto the wall behind her desk.

Flick staggered backwards, taking a deep breath as he regarded his wife’s twitching, cum-soaked form. A thick trail of pearly white spunk dripped down from her asshole, mixing in with the clear puddle of marecum that had been steadily growing in size. More cum stained the wall behind the desk and stuck her mane and tail together into sticky clumps.

It occurred to him that he might have overdone it this time. He stood up with a groan, leaning over her, rolling her onto her back, and wiping some of the mess away from her face with a hand.

“Applejack, love?” he asked. “How’re you feeling?”

She kept her eyes closed, but she wore a soft smile on her face as she struggled to catch her breath. “When… did ya… hide that crop?”

“Last month.” Flick smiled back at her. “Was I too hard on you?”

Applejack let out a tired, thoughtful hum. “Maybe… maybe just a little.”

“Well, I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.” He leaned down and gave her a soft kiss on the lips, and to his surprise she found the energy to lift her head and kiss back. “I have a nice dinner planned for us.”

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The Eager Griffon

“Hay and apples, Flick! How’d ya even get us a table here?”

Applejack eyed the restaurant with a vague trepidation. It was one of the more high-end eateries in Ponyville, a town which historically satisfied itself with humble family cafes or fast-food, and it wasn’t shy about it. It looked out onto the plain dirt path with an elaborate stone facade decorated with a mural of various fruits and vegetables all charring on the grill, and even had a fenced courtyard out front where ponies chatted and ate around tables lit by small metal braziers. The restaurant’s name was emblazoned over top the doors, lit from behind by flickering firelight: The Broiltanical Garden.

“I put in a reservation, of course,” Flicker said, looking down at her with a sideway smile. He was wearing his usual griffon form today—as befit a dinner date out in public—accented by a slim-fit coat and collar that made him look like some suave spy straight out of a movie. “How else?”

“From what Rarity tells me, ya need to reserve months ahead.” Applejack shook her head. “And it’s supposed to be right expensive, too! Y’know a little picnic out on the farm woulda been more’n enough for me. There ain’t no need to be spendin’ so much…”

“I know I don’t need to, love. It’s because I want to.” He stretched one of his big golden wings out over her back, pulling her against his side. “But we can just do a picnic if you’d really prefer.”

Applejack leaned into him, cheeks warming as she tilted her head to the side and indulged herself in the comforting scent of his plumage. She was stressing over nothing, she knew. Maybe it would be nice to let him spend on her a little for once. He’d gone through a lot of effort to get them a table here, and she had gone through a lot of effort digging a nice dress out of her closet and letting Rarity do her hair up into an elaborate bun. What was there to be afraid of?

Well, aside from having to deal with her heat in the middle of a crowded restaurant. She was really feeling it now, and still a little sore from yesterday. But Flick seemed aware of that, and she got the impression that tonight’s date was supposed to be a sort of a break for her before whatever big event he had planned for the actual night of their anniversary. She should be fine.

She looked up and smiled at him. “Naw, I’d hate to waste all y’all’s plannin’. Let’s get outta this cold.”

He nodded, and together they stepped up the paved stone walkway and ascended the stairs to the door. An attendant greeted them with a smile before holding the door open.

The steady buzz of conversation and warm, bright lighting inside the restaurant contrasted harshly with the quiet dim of Ponyville’s streets, and the couple took a few seconds to adjust to the shift. Applejack took in the dining room with wide eyes, mouth already beginning to water at the enticing smells of barbequed vegetables. A long window at the back of the room revealed the chefs hard at work, their raised voices barely audible over the ambient chatter as they served up dishes in rapid order. Applejack licked her lips as she watched a plate laden down with grilled corncob and a huge bean burger hefted onto a serving mare’s back and carried away to a waiting table.

There were a few faces she recognized scattered around, ponies that she often exchanged small talk with when they came to pick up apples from her stall, but not many. Unicorns were a clear majority here, with earth ponies being a rare sight, and she even saw a few patrons looking up and eyeing Flicker’s big griffon form with haughty, distantly curious expressions. She suddenly found herself feeling very underdressed.

She was just opening her mouth to suggest that they turn around and go down to the local Hay Barrel instead when an unexpectedly familiar giggle caught her ear.

“Hey, you two!” Pinkie Pie bounced into view, wearing a prim, white button-down shirt that marked her as an employee. “Glad you could make it!”

“Pinkie?” Applejack blinked, glancing to Flick open-mouthed. “What in tarnation are y’all doin’ here?”

“Seating you, silly filly! C’mon!”

Pinkie turned with a little wiggle of her hips and a twist of her tail, beckoning them deeper into the restaurant. Applejack looked up at Flick curiously, but he just winked at her and followed behind the humming party pony.

The tables were spaced apart wide enough for each party to eat with some semblance of privacy, but the open design of the dining room still left Applejack feeling exposed as they weaved between the tables. No matter where she looked she felt like she was being watched, and to her dismay every one of the booths lining the walls were already occupied. She grimaced as Pinkie led them towards a vacant round table near the center of the floor—and then right past it.

Applejack wasn’t sure if she was relieved or confused. She didn’t want to sit out in the open with eyes all around her, but she didn’t see any other available seats. It was only when Pinkie led them through a thick red curtain and up a flight of stairs that she finally began to relax.

The second floor of The Broiltanical Garden was an entirely different affair from the main dining room. Instead of the bustling commotion below, this room was quiet and dimly lit, with a dozen curtained booths spaced along the circular wall. A violinist and a cellist occupied a small stage in the center of the room, playing a relaxed, wandering melody that lent the space a sense of comfortable intimacy.

“Wow.” Applejack looked up to Flick, eyes wide, and asked in a quiet hiss, “Just how much does all this cost?”

Flick touched a wingtip gently against her lips. “Just try to enjoy it, Jackie.”

Pinkie giggled as she led them to one of the corner booths, pulling the curtain open with a flourish. “Here you go, you two! I’ll be back in a bit to take your orders!”

“Thanks, Pinkie.” Flick smiled as he led Applejack into the booth with a wing.

Applejack sat down somewhat breathlessly, adjusting her dress around her as Flick pulled the curtain closed and sat across from her. The booth was large enough to fit at least six ponies, with a bench padded in thick velvet wrapped around a round, sturdy wooden table polished to a sheen. A small chandelier hung from above, softening the shadows with warm candlelight, and a trio of hoof-sized glass orbs set into the floor lit the space under the table with a gentle magic glow.

Two glasses and a pitcher of ice water were already waiting in the middle of the table, and Applejack wasted no time in grabbing a glass and lifting it to her lips. She sighed as the cool water ran down her throat, easing her nerves.

“This is… really somethin’.”

Flick smirked. They were seated at opposite ends of the bench, and he scooted closer towards the center before patting the space next to him. “Let’s sit a little closer. It’s just us here.”

She nodded, sliding over and nuzzling into his side as she cradled her water. She took a deep breath, the corner of her lip pulling up into a content smile. “This week has been really great, Flicker.”

He hummed his agreement, the deep bass rumbling in his chest a pleasant complement to the steady beat of his heart, and Applejack was content to close her eyes and simply bask in his presence. He squeezed her shoulder, and she turned her head to nuzzle into his plumage, indulging herself in his scent. By Celestia, she loved that smell, and with her heat at its peak she found she couldn’t get enough of it. She squirmed in her seat as the warmth between her tail grew more insistent, and a part of her suggested that maybe she shouldn’t be working herself up like this while they were in public, but she ignored it. It was a private booth, after all. What was the point of a couple getting themselves a quiet corner in a restaurant if they couldn’t get a little intimate?

She flinched as something light and fluffy flicked against her nose. She fluttered her eyes open, focusing in on the tuft at the end of Flick’s tail brushing against her nostrils, and without thinking breathed in—receiving an unexpected dose of a much stronger, much more masculine musk that sent a fresh shiver through her, straight down to her marehood.

For a moment she couldn’t think, trapped by the intoxicating scent, and then it was gone. She blinked, following the tuft as it dipped down between Flick’s legs and rubbed up against his fuzzy balls.

“You’re adorable,” Flick teased, waving his tail towards her again.

“Now that just ain’t fair!” Applejack gave him a playful slap with a hoof, looking away with mock offense. “Takin’ advantage of a mare in heat like that?”

“I can’t help myself. She’s just so beautiful in that dress.” He lowered his voice, leaning in to speak into her ear. “And I’ve been smelling her heat all night.”

Applejack blushed, but was saved from having to think up a response by Pinkie’s sing-song voice. “Hellooo? Are you ready to order yet?”

“Oh, shucks.” Applejack straightened up, only now noticing the pair of menus on the table. “Uh, not yet, Pinkie! Give us just a bit, please!”

Pinkie giggled, her voice muffled by the curtain. “Okey dokey lokey! Try not to get distracted.”

She snorted, the sound of her humming fading away, and Applejack looked up at Flick curiously. “Now what do ya reckon she means by that?”

Flick shrugged as he picked up his menu. “Who knows? That’s just Pinkie being Pinkie.”

Applejack nodded, turning to her own menu and putting the odd comment out of her mind. The pictures and descriptions of the meals on offer quickly had her thinking back to all the delicious smells that had first greeted her on entering the restaurant, and it didn’t take long for her and Flick to make their selections. Pinkie checked in on them a couple minutes later, and after a short wait—during which Applejack only briefly indulged herself in Flick’s alluring scent—Pinkie returned with their food.

Applejack opted for the same grilled corn and burger meal that had caught her eye on the way in, while Flick ordered a plate of carrot dogs and grilled zucchini. The food was good—even if it didn’t quite stand up to good old-fashioned Apple Family cooking—but Applejack found herself more interested in the conversation. The whole week up until then had been a flurry of surprises followed by mind-blowing experiences, and now that she finally had a moment to slow down, she was eager to learn all about the preparation that her husband had gone through behind her back.

“So I reckon y’all got Mac in on it, to make time for ya to do all them chores on the first day,” she said, leaning intently forwards. “Did he show ya that cave on the edge of the property, too? I didn’t think y’all really knew the land quite that well.”

Flick shook his head as he took a bite from one of his carrot dogs. “No, actually. I found it myself a few months back while I was helping Granny Smith plant some new seedlings.”

“Shoot, really? Well ya had to have some help with that little treasure hunt. I reckon that was Rarity’s idea, right?”

“You got it.” He winked. “She got me the gemstones, too. And helped me come up with some of the lines.”

Applejack laughed. “And ya still messed up the delivery at the end!”

“What can I say? I was a little nervous.” He shrugged, smiling at her teasing. “And I think I helped you forget about that pretty quickly.”

She blushed, looking down at her food as she thought back to the sensation of lying on her back, Flick’s dragon cock stuffing her muzzle and her mind blanked out under the weight of his overwhelmingly dominant musk. She couldn’t help but bite her lip and cross her hind legs at the memory, and she jumped as she felt Flick’s tail tickle up along the inside of her thigh. “Flick!”

“What?” He smiled innocently. “Am I interrupting something?”

She shook her head, distracting herself with a big bite of her burger. Flick kept teasing her with his tail under the table, but she kept her focus resolutely on her plate.

“I was pretty surprised by how you handled the Diamond Dog,” he continued. “I never thought you’d be brave enough to take me out in public like that.”

She snorted, meeting his gaze again. “Maybe not normally. But after how you embarrassed me, sugar cube? I reckoned it was only fair. And I think just about every pony in Ponyville could see y’all enjoyin’ it.”

Now it was his turn to blush a little, glancing away. “I don’t think any stallion could handle you waving your tail in their face like that, leash or not. It almost felt like I was going to cum right there in the street.”

“As nice as that mighta been to see, it would’ve been an awful waste, don’t ya think?” Applejack smirked as she glanced intently down between Flick’s legs—and gasped as she saw the tip of his penis beginning to poke out of his sheath. “Land sakes, fluff ball, we’re in public!”

“Only mostly public,” he corrected, lowering one talon to stroke gently around his balls. “And don’t think I don’t notice you getting excited under that dress of yours.”

“W-well, I dunno if—mmgh.” She let out a breathless moan as Flick leaned over and nipped at the back of her neck. “Sweet Celestia, this heat is drivin’ me wild!”

“It’s been doing the same to me,” he whispered. He lifted his talon to her muzzle, and her eyes unfocused as she drew in the familiar musk from his groin. “Every day it gets stronger. I’ve cum inside you so many times, but not as a changeling yet. I’m sure you’d get pregnant if I did.”

She shivered, drawing in a deep breath of his scent. She opened her mouth, letting his claw inside for her to taste, and her pussy winked, dripping thick arousal onto her seat. “Oh, I want that so much right now.”

“We’ll do it tomorrow,” he promised. “On the day of our anniversary, I’ll get you pregnant, and we can finally have those foals we’ve been wanting.”

“Mmhm.” She nodded with a dopey smile, imagining them face-to-face in their bed, all four of her hooves wrapped around him in his true form as he filled her womb with his seed. She was so caught up in the fantasy that she almost didn’t notice when the curtain was suddenly drawn open.

“Hey, you two! Whoa!” Pinkie turned away abruptly, her cheeks red and her tail twitching up at the erotic display. “Uh, sorry, dinner’s on the house, leave whenever you want, see ya, bye-bye!”

She zipped away without waiting for a response, leaving the couple blinking in surprise. After a couple seconds Applejack looked up at Flick. “On the house?”

He shrugged. “I’ve been planning this for a while. I just did some favors around Ponyville to set this up, with Pinkie’s help. But why don’t we get out of here, unless you’re still eating?” His eyes roamed over her body with open hunger. “I’m ready for dessert.”

“I reckon I am, too, but—” She slid her hoof between his legs, gripping his hardening shaft. “We can’t have ya walkin’ through a crowded restaurant with this big fella hangin’ out, now can we?” She gave it an experimental tug, grinning as it twitched in response.

He grunted, leaning back. “Jackie, the curtain’s still open…”

“I don’t really care right about now, sugar cube.” Applejack was already lowering her head, burying her nose into the base of his shaft and inhaling deeply. His voice caught in a stifled groan, and he hissed as she wrapped her warm tongue around one of his balls, pulling it into her mouth.

It was crazy, but she didn’t care. She needed more of his scent, to taste him, to feel him. She had half a mind to mount him right there, but the booth didn’t leave much room for a proper rodeo. She nodded to herself as she traced her tongue up his length, savoring the taste of his length. She’d just help him relax real quick so she could get him outside, and then she’d have him quench her fire.

If he had any protests, they fell silent as she pulled his cock into her mouth, eyelids fluttering at the salty taste of the pre already dribbling from his tip. She hummed her satisfaction as she began to slowly bob her head, twisting her head with each rise and fall so as to taste every side with her tongue. He grunted, talons lacing through her mane, and she cradled his balls in a hoof, feeling at the weight of the seed churning inside.

She raised herself higher and took a deep breath before pulling him in deeper, her soft lips wrapped firm around his cock as she swallowed him into her throat. His legs tensed, hips jerking up to meet her halfway, and she smiled around him as she buried her face into his groin and breathed in through her nose. With her throat plugged with his dripping cock, her nostrils engulfed in the fur around his shaft, and her ears filled with his quiet groans, she was totally enveloped in him, and she loved it. Her heart pounded against her chest as he began to grind against her muzzle, desperately reaching for the deepest corners of her throat, and she couldn’t resist the urge to slip a hoof between her legs and begin rubbing at her swollen clit.

A muffled thud from downstairs reminded her that she was still in public, blowing her husband under the table in a booth that might as well be a stage for any patrons or employees that might wander by. Instead of the anxiety she’d been expecting, the realization only made her even hotter, and her pussy winked as she glanced over to the mouth of the stairs, imagining Pinkie’s head poking around the corner to watch.

Except—wait. That wasn’t her imagination.

Applejack froze, locking eyes with Pinkie Pie, and for a moment her world stood still. Pinkie, for her part, stared back in silence, biting her lip, shoulder moving rhythmically side-to-side.

Sweet Celestia, Applejack realized. She’s gettin’ off to this! And then, with a start, And so am I!

Instead of stopping, Applejack rolled onto her side and lifted her leg, exposing her glistening marehood to Pinkie’s gaze. She resumed her sucking in earnest, lifting her head up and focusing on pleasuring the sensitive tip of Flick’s head as she ground both forelegs into her pussy. She moaned breathlessly around Flick’s cock, drawing a pleased groan from his lips, his length pulsing in her mouth with the rhythm of his pulse.

“B-buck, Jackie.” Flick’s voice was strained as he wrapped both talons around her head, pumping his hips up into her muzzle. “I’m gonna—!”

His cock swelled as the first tangy spurt of cum burst into her mouth, and Applejack’s eyes rolled back as he pushed her face down, burying his length into the back of her throat. She couldn’t see Pinkie anymore, but she didn’t need to—the idea of her best friend standing just a short distance away, watching as she greedily drank her husband’s cum and mashed her hooves into her cunt, was enough to send her over the edge. She whimpered around his pulsing shaft as she came, hot arousal splattering out onto the seat and soaking into the fabric of her dress.

She pulled herself off his softening length with a gasp, looking up and meeting his gaze. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could she had his head cradled in her hooves, and she pushed her muzzle up against his beak, moaning into his mouth as she pressed her tongue up against his.

He wrapped his wings around her, returning the kiss with just as much passion. She ground her pussy against his leg as she broke the kiss, staring into his eyes. “Flick, y’all take me outside and rut me right now.”

He blinked, taken aback by the ferocity in her voice. Then he nodded, grabbing her hoof in one of his talons as he stood.

Pinkie was nowhere to be seen as he led Applejack down the stairs and back through the dining room, and Applejack barely cared. She knew she probably looked and smelled a mess, and she saw the looks she got from the other patrons, and it only made her pussy wink wildly under her dress, leaving drips of marecum on the floor in her wake. She had her eyes focused on the balls swinging between Flick’s legs, mouth watering. She wanted him inside her, now.

The winter air outside did little to stifle the fire in her loins. She chased after him through the night, hooves kicking up dirt behind her, caught between an excited grin and breathless pants. Where was he going? They’d passed a few dark bushes already that would’ve been more than enough to cover them, but he was still running!

Finally he veered off the path, leading her into the park near town hall. She could see his cock swinging under him, already starting to harden again as he looked back and beckoned her into a little dip in the ground, bordered on two sides by a curving line of bushes.

She tackled him with a growl, bearing him into the grass and kissing against his neck, shivering as he wrapped her in his wings and rolled her onto her back. “This place is perfect,” she panted. “Did y’all scout it out ahead of time or somethin’?”

He grinned, his face framed by the starlit silhouette of swaying tree branches above them. “All according to plan, love.”

“Consarnit, ya done thought of everythin’!” She leaned up, pushing her tongue past his beak and moaning into his mouth before falling back into the soft grass. “And what was the plan if I didn’t drag ya out into the park to rut my hat off?”

“Do you really want to know right now?” he asked. His cock thumped against her belly, nestled between her teats and leaving a dab of warm pre against her chest. “Or do you want this inside you?”

She bit her lip, grinding her teats against his shaft with a plaintive whine, and he responded by pulling his hips back, lining the tapered head of his cock up with her swollen slit. She held his gaze, nodding eagerly as he wrapped her up in his powerful legs.

Her pussy winked, beckoning him inside, and he accepted the invitation without hesitation, sliding halfway inside her in a single motion. She leaned into his plumage to muffle the moan that escaped her, holding him tight with all four hooves.

It was such a relief to feel him inside her again. She took deep, bracing breaths of his scent as waves of pleasure washed out across her limbs, her pussy clamping down around his hardness in greetings. He completely enveloped her with his larger body, embracing her just as she embraced his cock, and for a brief moment she was content, her tension melting away into him.

Then he drew back, leaving emptiness in his wake, and she whimpered into his feathers as the spines along his length tugged against her inner walls, making her twitch and gasp in pleasure.

He wasted no time in pounding back into her, his balls—wet with her arousal—slapping against her ass with a lewd smack. She vaguely noticed the shimmer of magic around him, and grinned as she felt his cock adopt the same barbs she’d so enjoyed when he made love to her as an Abyssinian.

She surrendered herself to him completely, unable to restrain her rising moans as he rutted her into the grass. He fucked her with a wild, primal energy that both fueled the intense heat in her loins and satisfied it in every way; right now she didn’t want tender lovemaking or romantic whispering. She’d driven herself mad with his smell and his taste inside that restaurant, and the only cure was his cock filling her to the furthest edges, a pulsing rod of heat for her cunt to clench and convulse against, and his strained snorts blowing against her ear as he lost himself in his own passion.

She heard faint laughter, and then hooves clopping against the dirt nearby, and her tongue lolled out against his feathers as she realized that there were ponies walking past their little hidey hole, innocently unaware of the wild rutting she was receiving just steps away. What if one of them heard her muffled screams or Flick’s heavy breathing, or the wet slap of his hips against her soaked pussy, and happened to glance over to see them fucking like wild animals in the park? What if they stopped to watch, to touch themselves, to wait eagerly for the moment when she finally received her husband’s seed? Neither of them would even notice—she had her face buried in the soft feathers of his chest, and he was hunched over her with his beak in her mane. They both had their backs to the path, and he was pounding against her with enough force to lift her ass up off the ground, splattering marecum into the grass with every thrust. Any watchers would have the perfect angle to see her cunt pumped full of cream.

She could barely take it. She bit into his chest, and he squeezed her even harder, and her pussy tightened around him like a vice. He groaned as he struggled to keep his frantic pace through the powerful convulsions, and with a whimper she began bucking against him, desperate to sustain the electric fire spreading through her body. Stars popped in her vision as each thrust drove the breath out of her, nudging her ever closer to the edge.

More hoofsteps approached, accompanied by the soft tinkle of magic. They grew louder and louder, and then just as she was certain they were about to pass—they stopped. And through the slapping of flesh and the grunting of her lover and her own shivering moans, Applejack heard a soft, feminine gasp.

Applejack screamed into Flick’s chest as a powerful orgasm rocked her, every muscle shuddering with a lust that drove all conscious thought from her mind. At the same time she heard Flick’s strangled grunts as his cock swelled, and her breath caught as his thick knot finally pushed past her seizing pussy lips. He pulsed inside her, their bodies united with a single heartbeat, each one accompanied by a fresh pump of hot seed that dripped deeper inside her, pushing into her womb.

The park was silent but for Flick’s groans and the quiet slosh of his cum filling her cunt. It overflowed inside her, the pressure building behind the dam made by his knot until finally their cum began to spray out around the edges, splashing into the grass. Each pump spurred another wave of pleasure through her body, scattering her thoughts before they had any chance of recovering.

Finally the flow stopped and Flick fell limp above her, smothering her like a warm, fuzzy blanket. Applejack let her body relax back into the grass, soft coos of satisfaction escaping her lips as she savored the sensation of a pussy full of her husband’s cum.

A few seconds passed like that.

And then, with a blink, Applejack realized that somepony had just discovered her fucking in the park.

She yelped, trying to push Flick off her, but between his bulk and the knot still lodged firmly inside her, all she managed to do was awkwardly roll him half over. His tired protests were barely audible to Applejack’s ears as she looked up, cheeks blazing red with more shame than she’d ever felt in her life, at the silhouette standing over them.

Twilight Sparkle, at the very least, looked to be equally embarrassed.

“U-um.” Twilight looked everywhere but at her, horn still glowing. “I was, u-uh, l-looking for, um… I’m sorry!”

She turned and galloped away at a full sprint. Her stumbling hooves and frantic apologies faded into the distance.

Applejack could barely think. She just lay there, cum drooling down onto her tail, wondering how she’d ever talk to Twilight with a straight face again.

Author's Note

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The Loving Changeling

“Jackie, please try to calm down.” Flicker grimaced as he watched his wife pace endlessly in their homey cabin’s living room. Her mane was still mussed from the night’s excitement, hanging loose in wild knots, and she kept fidgeting with her hat, raising a hoof up as if to check it was there. “I don’t like seeing you like this.”

“How am I supposed to calm down, Flick?” Applejack shot him a brief, anxious glance. “My best friend—who happens to be a princess, let me remind ya—just caught me gettin’ my tail rutted off in the park! In public!” She sighed as she stopped to lean against the bricks of their hearth and closed her eyes. “How can I even talk to her after this, huh? She ain’t never gonna look at me the same!”

Flick clacked his beak, listening intently. He didn’t need to be a changeling to pick up on her distress, but the waves of unease she was giving off were starting to make him a little queasy. How had Twilight been able to see them? He’d specially prepared that little hiding spot in the park ahead of time; his changeling magic should’ve kept anypony from being able to hear or see them, while still allowing in the sights and sounds of passersby that made public sex so exciting. He knew Applejack cared deeply about her reputation around Ponyville, and there had never been any risk of discovery; even back at the restaurant, he’d asked Pinkie to make sure they weren’t disturbed.

Unless… Magically skilled as Twilight was, the only way she should’ve been able to see past his illusion was if she’d been looking for it, which presented two possibilities. Less likely, Twilight had just happened to be searching for some other magical effect closeby and stumbled on them by accident.

More likely, Flick thought with a shiver of apprehension, she’d discovered there was a changeling in Ponyville, and was tracking the signature of his magic.

He could be in very real danger.

But why had Twilight ran away? If she was looking for a changeling then why wouldn’t she have captured him right there? Was she concerned for Applejack’s safety?

Whatever the case, at that moment, Flick needed to help his wife calm down.

“Twilight’s a great friend, and an adult, too. She knows what married couples do together.” He walked up behind her, nuzzling his beak behind her ear. “Why would this change anything?”

“Ya just can’t unsee some things, Flick!” Applejack snorted, but she sat down, leaning back into his nuzzles as she continued to grumble. “Now everytime she talks to me, she’ll just be seein’ our rears mashin’ together like a spoonful of sour cream into a tub of mashed potato!”

Flicker couldn’t help but laugh at that. He did his best to suppress it, eyes squeezed shut as he snickered quietly into Applejack’s mane, but it was too late.

She pushed him away, rounding on him with brow furrowed. “And just what are y’all laughin’ at?”

“No, I’m sorry, it’s just—” He wrapped her tight in his wings and forelegs, squeezing her cheek against his. “Even after two years as my wife, you can still catch me off guard with those countryisms.”

She sputtered helplessly as he hugged her, half-heartedly pushing back for a second before finally giving in. She let out an exasperated sigh before muttering, “Guess it’s the first time I needed one for somethin’ like that.”

When Flick pulled back, she was looking away with a flustered blush and a poorly hidden smile on her face. He stroked her cheek with a wingtip, pushing her gaze towards his. “Do you want a shower?”

For a moment they stood in silence, looking into each other’s eyes. Finally she let the smile come through, soft and warm. “Yeah. I reckon both of us could use one.” She leaned up to give him a quick peck on the chin. “Thanks for keepin’ me sane, fluff ball.”

Flick smiled as he guided her through their bedroom and towards the shower. It had been about an hour since their little tryst in the park, and both of them were matted with the dried remains of sweat—and more scandalous fluids. He was sure that Applejack would feel much better after getting out of her heavy dress, cleaning the muss from her coat, and a good night’s sleep wrapped up in his wings.

She flicked the light on as they entered, sitting down and allowing him to help her out of the dress with his more agile talons. Next came the brush; he tugged it through her mane and tail with steady strokes, working out the little knots that had formed from being rubbed up against the grass in the park.

It didn’t take long for the shower water to heat up, and Applejack let out a relieved sigh as she stepped under the showerhead, closing her eyes and letting the water run down over her back. Flick allowed himself a moment to admire her before focusing his magic, the familiar tingle of shapeshifting passing over him.

Flick normally spent nearly all day in his griffon form. It was the body he’d met her in, and the body that all Ponyville knew as his. And while he was usually reluctant to drop the disguise even in the safety of their home, ever aware of the possibility of curious eyes peering in through their windows, he considered the bathroom a safe space. There was only one window, small and high on the wall in the shower. With the door closed and warm steam fogging the air, their showers together were the only time he ever let himself relax in his true form.

The griffon in the mirror had been replaced with a smiling gold changeling, the color of his shining chitin broken only by his smoky gray sclera and horn. He spread his gossamer wings, fluttering them briefly, and then joined his wife in the shower.

He sighed as the warm water coursed over his shoulders and down his back in familiar paths. Their shower wasn’t designed for two ponies to use it at once, but that was hardly a problem for any couple with years of experience living together. Without a word they settled into their usual rhythm, taking turns under the showerhead, one soaping up while the other rinsed.

They got clean quickly, but neither was quite ready to get out of the shower just yet. Flicker sat at the far end of the shower, his eyes tracing the curves of Applejack’s body as she rinsed the shampoo from her mane and let it drip down around her neck. He couldn’t resist the urge to step forward and rub his hooves over her body, feeling the softness of her clean coat and the firmness of the toned flesh underneath. She sighed, turning and leaning back into him, and his caresses flowed into a sensuous hug. He cradled her body in his forelegs as he wrapped his hind legs around her flanks, stroking her belly and drawing in a deep breath of her wet mane draped over her shoulders.

He hummed into her ear. “Ready for bed yet, my love?”

He had his eyes closed, but he could feel the swell of her cheek as she smiled. “Mmm, not just yet.”

He nodded, planting a soft kiss behind her ear before working his way steadily lower, nosing her mane out of the way to get at the slender neck underneath. Applejack let out a quiet moan, barely audible over the sound of the shower, and reached a hoof back to cradle his head, holding him against her.

They remained like that for a long moment, neither one willing to break the embrace, both partners losing themselves in the sensation of the water streaming over their joined bodies.

Applejack’s ear flicked. She twisted her neck around to look at him with a sly smile. “Gettin’ a little excited, Flick?”

Flicker smirked back. Despite his chaste intentions with the shower, the feel of his wife’s wet, warm body pressed up against him and the sound of her soft coos of contentment had enticed his shaft out of his sheath. He shrugged, holding her gaze. “Can you blame me?”

She rolled her eyes before leaning in, pressing her lips to his as she squeezed his pointed tip softly with a hoof. He groaned, grinding against her on instinct, the wet press of their bodies sending a wave of pleasure up his spine.

Applejack broke the kiss with a smile, pulling her hoof away. “How about we quit wastin’ water and get some sleep, huh?”

He smiled back. “Let’s.”

Getting out of the shower was a quick affair, stalled only by the quick kisses and nips they traded as they dried off. Before long Flicker was pulling the bedsheets back with his magic, allowing Applejack to climb inside and roll around to face him. He joined her without hesitation, wrapping his legs around her before turning the lights out with a wave of magic.

It had been a long day, and they both sighed as they settled into bed. They looked into each other’s eyes, the world dark and silent, each content in the touch of the other and drawing breath from the warm air that collected between their bodies.

Applejack stirred as if thinking of something. Her head twisted, glancing to the little clock hanging over their bedroom door, and her lips spread into a wide smile. “Happy anniversary, Flicker.”

“Is it that late already?” Flick looked to the clock, his eyes widening as he just picked out the dark outline of the hour hand against the white clock face. It was just a few minutes after midnight. He hummed thoughtfully as he met her eyes once more. “Happy anniversary, Applejack.”

“What’s your plan for today?” she asked, dipping in to plant a quick peck against his lips. “Or does that need to be a surprise, too?”

He chuckled. “Nothing too special. Just breakfast in bed, a homemade dinner… and an early retreat to bed.” He winked, emphasizing the last words with another, slightly more forceful kiss.

“Mmm.” Applejack broke the kiss with a quiet gasp. “And what form would ya take for that?”

“None.” He nuzzled against her muzzle, brushing his lips across hers as he spoke. “I’ll make love to you as a changeling, with nothing between us.”

“And give me a foal?” Her voice was barely a murmur, but as close as they were it didn’t matter. “Like you said…”

He nodded. “Anything for you, my freckled country angel.”

Even in the dark he could see her cheeks darken. An instant later she threw herself up against him with sudden force, rolling him onto his back and straddling him with all four legs.

“Let’s do it now.” She leaned in to whisper into his ear, tickling it with her breath and sending a shiver down his spine.

“Now?” Flicker’s eyes widened, then fluttered as she planted a firm kiss against his neck. “I t-thought you were tired.”

“I am tired.” She pulled back, meeting his gaze with a lusty fire in her eyes and a bite of her lip. “But ya can’t just say sweet things like that to me and not expect to face the consequences.” She kissed him with a plaintive moan, pressing his head back into the pillow. “I don’t wanna wait a whole nother day, Flick. I want us to make a family together.”

She was already grinding her hips against him, coaxing his shaft back out from his sheath, and he saw no reason to protest further. Whatever his plans may have been, he wanted to be a family just as much as she did, and clearly there was no better time than the present.

They moaned into each other’s mouths, trading breaths in a long, unbroken kiss. They kept going as his erection strengthened, the pre from his tip leaving a small, damp circle on their bellies. Applejack didn’t break away as she climbed up his body, sliding her marehood across his length. He was long and slender as a changeling, and though he could’ve done many things to his stallionhood to make it more comfortable or exciting for her, he refrained; he wanted to be himself for this, in every way possible.

He flexed himself, lining his head up with her entrance as she reached the top, and she shuddered as she slid him inside her. He could feel her tunnel clench as she slowly settled back against him, welcoming ever more of him inside, her voice quivering as her sensitive nub rubbed against the veins that lined his cock. And still they didn’t break their kiss, each one sucking in air through their nostrils as he slid his tongue past her lips and tasted hers.

She began to ride him in long, slow strokes, giving him time to feel her pussy lips ripple and flex across him with every motion. He groaned, pulling her head against him with one hoof while the other slid up to grip her hips, guiding her gently. He began to buck up into her with the same slow rhythm, the bedroom quiet but for their muffled sounds of pleasure and the soft, wet noise of their union.

He could already feel his tip pressing up against the firm resistance of her cervix; she shivered and stiffened everytime he did so, and he still had inches to go before bottoming out. He could tell she was tired; her legs were shaking, and her motions were growing sluggish. He was tired too, but he had no intent of stopping.

He shifted his weight, and she let him roll her onto her back, their lips still locked together in the same unending kiss. She wrapped her hind legs around him as he took control, thrusting into her a little deeper each time, coaxing the tapered end of his length past the tight grip of her cervix. She held him tighter, cradling his face in her hooves, her soft moans rising in pitch and her marehood squeezing around him with every wink.

At last her deepest walls gave way; Flicker hilted against her with a breathless moan and a shiver that rocked him from hoof to horn. The tip of his cock had pierced her cervix, the little ring of muscle rippling around him with a grip tighter than anything he’d ever felt before.

They ground their bodies together, neither one pulling back. Finally Flicker broke the kiss, but only so he could lift his head enough to look into Applejack’s shimmering green eyes. She held his gaze, open muzzle brushing against his, each one releasing soft gasps and moans into the other’s mouth. They were locked so tightly together that Flicker could barely tell where his body ended and hers began; he only knew the wet flexing of her tunnel around him, the kisses of her swollen clit against the base of his shaft, the hot pressure building up inside him, and the unrestrained love in her eyes.

“Flick.” She flicked her head, tossing her mane away from her neck. “Feed on me.”

“Huh?” He moaned as her marehood clenched around him, his legs going weak from the wave of pleasure. “Are you sure?”

She nodded, eyes fluttering as he pressed against her. “I w-want ya to feel it.”

He didn’t have the energy nor will to protest any further. He bared his fangs, leaning in to the bared flesh on offer and biting as gently as he could, just soft enough to pierce the skin.

The love that flowed through him then was the strongest thing he’d ever felt. He could always feel Applejack’s love for him in the air—indeed, he had trouble not feeling it whenever they were together—but his natural sense for emotion was nothing compared to the rush of feeding on it like this. Her love flooded his body like a wave of summer sunlight, carrying with it the small smiles and quiet laughs of a thousand memories all blurred together. It wrapped around him like a second set of hooves, like she was squeezing him between her strong legs from every direction at once, like her soft lips brushing over every part of him simultaneously.

Flick’s body went rigid as his orgasm rocked him, his balls flexing even tighter against him and his cock pulsing as he pumped the first long shot of seed into Applejack’s womb. She responded with a low, loud moan of her own, the first thing to pierce the blanket of quiet that had settled over the room since they’d slipped into bed, and her marehood milked him with eager, hungry winks, each one pushing out a fresh wave of marecum past his balls.

It was the longest orgasm Flick had ever had. His eyes rolled back as the ecstasy continued to roll over him, a fresh wave with each spurt of cum deposited into his wife. Before long he had filled her completely; her belly swelled against his as her womb struggled to contain the load, and then thick white cum dribbled out past them and settled between the curves of her flanks, pooling onto her tail.

When it finally ended, Flick fell completely limp. He collapsed atop her with a groan, wrapping her in his hooves, and tried to catch his breath as she ran a hoof through his mane.

For an uncounted moment they laid there together, each one feeling the aftershocks of the other’s orgasm, until at last Flick mustered the energy to speak.

“I love you, Applejack.”

“I love you too, Flicker.”

Author's Note

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Epilogue: Two Curious Friends

Twilight Sparkle could barely believe her eyes.

“Twilight!” Rainbow Dash hissed beside her. “It’s planting eggs inside her!”

They were hidden on the slope of one of the small hills that rolled across Sweet Apple Acres, swathed in darkness and shaded from the starlight by the boughs of an old oak. Applejack’s cabin was dark inside and out, but that was little trouble for Twilight; she’d looked up a light amplification spell before setting out, and so both her and Rainbow were able to see what was going on inside through their friend’s bedroom window.

Still, it was a little hard to process.

It had been a couple days since Rainbow had come to her, speaking of Applejack’s strange behavior and the oddly familiar diamond dog following her through town. Twilight hadn’t put much stock in the gossip at first, but then after hearing about the unusual visit of a minotaur at her school—one that claimed to be a student yet wasn’t mentioned on any roster and had yet to show up for any classes—she’d had some concerns.

So she’d decided to investigate. It didn’t take too long to schedule out a block of time for her to scan Ponyville for unusual magic, and it took even less time to actually do it. What she hadn’t expected was to stumble across Applejack and Flicker in the midst of extremely excited coitus—hidden behind a veil of what was unmistakably changeling magic.

Which led to tonight, a tense stakeout on a hill outside her best friend’s home, praying to Celestia that she was just imagining things.

But as much as she might hope her eyes were tricking her, Rainbow was clearly seeing the same thing: Applejack on her back, a changeling between her legs, and its fangs sunk into her throat.

“Her eyes aren’t glowing,” Twilight whispered, half to herself. “And she’s been perfectly lucid, showing no signs of confusion, and it’s just one drone.” She shook her head, brow furrowing. “It makes no sense. She isn’t acting like she’s under anyone’s influence. And where’s Chrysalis in all this?”

“Who cares?” Rainbow shot to her hooves. “She’s in danger! We need to do something!”

“Wait!” Twilight grabbed Rainbow and dragged her back down. “There’s something we’re missing here, I’m sure of it! There’s no reason to rush into this blind; we need to talk to Applejack first.”

“Talk to her? She’s being controlled by a changeling!”

“But she isn’t showing any of the symptoms!” Twilight stomped a hoof into the grass. “I’ve gone through this before, with my brother, remember? I know what it looks like when somepony is thralled to a changeling, and I’d have noticed by now. Whatever’s happening here, she’s doing it of her own free will.”

“So what are you saying?” Rainbow asked slowly. “You think she’s cheating with Flick on their anniversary night?”

Twilight blinked. She looked back to the window, narrowing her eyes.

That changeling was an awfully familiar shade of orange.

And she had a lot of questions for Applejack.

Author's Note

Porn logic dictates that Rainbow and Twilight now must fuck Flicker. Plans are already in place for a sequel!