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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