“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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