“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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