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

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

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

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

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

He could be in very real danger.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smiled back. “Let’s.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you, Applejack.”

“I love you too, Flicker.”

Author's Note

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