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.

Author's Note

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