She Wants to Move On

by DarkHooves

Rating: mature
Tags: Applejack, Porn, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad
Length: 2732

Applejack hates him after what he did to her and her friends. But that doesn't stop the cravings of her body...

He had used her.

She realised that now.

The way he pushed her limits slowly and methodically to get her to agree with any and all perverted thoughts he had. How in the end, their relationship was all about sex.
And he had done the same to her friends!

So why did her body keep yearning for him?

Contains emotionally torn applehorse stilling her stirring slit, with a side order of feels.

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Published 2020-04-22 21:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-04-28 17:31:07 UTC

But Her Body Remembers...

Life on the farm had returned nicely.

In fact, she and Big Mac had just finished the greatest zap apple harvest in a decade. That left them able to take the rest of their duties easier. All in all, everything was as it should again.

Except herself…

It was as if her body was revolting against her. Out of nowhere she could start sweating for no reason. Certain parts of her would begin to itch and ache...

It was like being in heat all year long and it was affecting her work!

She could feel this was going to be one of those days. She got hotter and hotter with each apple tree she bucked. When she got to the last tree her legs was twitching so much it took three buckings to clear the tree.

If Big Mac noticed, he didn’t show it. She hoped to Celestia that he hadn’t.

Then came the rinsing and packing of the zap apples. She couldn’t quite focus on it, the way her marehood was stirring. With every passing moment her mind got more and more clouded with thoughts of how she’d relieve herself after this, which obviously didn’t help her situation.

As soon as she and Big Mac were done, she excused herself and rushed into the house to “take a rest” as she called it. Both to her family and herself.

She got to her room, slightly beat from the run there, and locked her door. This was something she didn’t want anyone to know about. She hung off her hat, went straight to her bed and laid down. She pulled her blanket over her to get some deniability, just in case somepony decided to try and enter her room. When in place she took a short while to calm herself down a bit before starting. It got so much better that way.

Lying on her back, she closed her eyes and began to stroke her tummy. She was often stressed for time and rushed to get it down fast. This time she was going to take her time and make it last as long as possible. She could treat herself that once in a while.

Her hooves started traveling lower. A moan escaped her when they reached her breasts. They had never been particularly sensitive. Just like most other ponies she barely got any pleasure from touching them. Or at least that was true, before He came. Now the slightest brush would make her legs quiver.

The mere thought of him made her blood boil. In more ways than one.

That dirty, no good, lying, inconsiderate, two timing - no, worse! Six timing bastard! How could anypony have such nerve!? Why did I let him take advantage of me!? That’s the only reason I am this way. He did this to me! Argh!

Still...

Somehow...

Just thinking of him made her insides burn. Her heart began fluttering and her breath grew more intense. She could also feel her juices staining the sheets even though she hadn’t touched it yet.

Sigh.

Every time she did this she was forced to buy new sheets to avoid the smell. She hated it! What if anyone saw them and figured it out? What if her family knew already?

Even with those thoughts in her mind she brought her hoof further down and brushed it against her drenched slit. Luckily she already had her other hoof covering her mouth to block her moans.

Urgh! Why did I believe him? ‘I love Applejack’. Pfft, yea right! Me and all other mares in Ponyville...

I can’t believe it! He came and talked me into the hay whilst planning getting dirty with my friends! That rotten geese egg! Why, why, why does this feel so good!?

But not good enough.

Quickly, she flipped on her stomach, one hoof positioned between her legs and started humping and grinding against it. This was her favourite method to get off. The only way she could ever attempt to recreate the feeling of being with him.

You bastard! I hate you for making me do this. You no good... Dirty...! Rotten... Oh, horse apples!

Every time she masturbated she thought of him. She just couldn’t help it. It always ended up that way. It was like her subconscious always wanted her to remember. The feeling of helplessness. Of him looming over her. Dominating her. Taking her, no matter what she said or did.

Oh Celestia, she needed this!

She hadn’t taken her time like this for a while. It had all been quickies. Those were no good. They only pushed the heat away momentarily. Always leaving her feeling frustrated.

The last time she masturbated like this was the day she bumped into him in the streets of Ponyville. He had looked at her with that damn smirk of his and suggested they go somewhere private.

She had turned him down of course. Even made sure to tell him how much she hated him. But that hadn't stopped her marehood from dripping all the way home. She hoped to Celestia he hadn't picked up the scent...

What if he came back? What if he’d jump her one day somewhere out on the farm. Somewhere deserted, where he could push her down and just take her then and there.

“Oh buck!”

Her hips picked up in pace. She was winking every other second now, leaking more juices each time. But she tried to avoid touching the clit directly. She knew that would make her cum in a flash, and she wanted to drag it out a little longer.

What if he was watching her right now! She hadn’t pulled the curtains on the window. Maybe he was outside that window. Watching everything!

It was a silly thought. Her room was on the second floor. He’d need a ladder to do that.

Still… He could be.

He wouldn’t be able to see much, though. Not with the blanket still covering her.

She kicked the blanket off her. The heat had made it too uncomfortable anyway. Anyone would be able to see her now. Her friends. Her family. Him…

What would he do if he saw her? He wouldn’t just pass on this opportunity, would he? Here she was, rubbing one out on her bed. Completely helpless. She was basically begging for him to come and take her!

Of course he wouldn’t! He’d pin her down and start rutting her like the beast he was!

Yes! You’d just shove you cock in me wouldn’t you? Just like that! You know my pussy aches for you! You know I’m all yours! Yes! Just a little more. Yes!

She was close.

So close. Her entire body was feeling it. The twitching of her legs, her eyes flickering, the throbbing of her pussy. The thoughts in her head all disappeared as she kept humping her totally soaked hoof. She didn’t avoid the clit anymore. In fact, she made sure to hit it at every opportunity and that made her orgasm approach ever faster.

The pressure within her had reached its maximum. If someone hadn’t already heard the slushing of her sex they were sure to hear her climax. She tried to hold it back but her voice kept escaping. She knew she had to stop it somehow. So in a final moment of clear mindedness, she buried her head in her pillow.

Then she came.

Her entire body became stiff. Her mind became blank. She screamed out in pure orgasmic pleasure. Hopefully the pillow blocked most of it. At this moment she couldn’t care less. It just felt so good. All her worries melted off her.

But not for long.

As the pleasure subsided, all her feelings of guilt and regret came rushing back. All the warmth disappeared. Her stained bed felt cold and uncomfortable. She really should go out and continue the work. Macintosh was waiting for her after all.

But…

She still wanted more. There was a certain emptiness inside of her. Or specific parts of her… One needing to be filled. She looked towards her bedpost. She’d done it before. It was just the right shape…

With a deep sigh, she slowly moved out of bed. Bastard, she thought as she straddled the bedpost.

Original version, containing mentions of Anon

Life on the farm had returned nicely.

In fact, she and Big Mac had just finished the greatest zap apple harvest in a decade. That left them able to take the rest of their duties easier. All in all, everything was as it should again.

Except herself…

It was as if her body was revolting against her. Out of nowhere she could start sweating for no reason. Certain parts of her would begin to itch and ache...

It was like being in heat all year long and it was affecting her work!

She could feel this was going to be one of those days. She got hotter and hotter with each apple tree she bucked. When she got to the last tree her legs was twitching so much it took three buckings to clear the tree.

If Big Mac noticed, he didn’t show it. She hoped to Celestia that he hadn’t.

Then came the rinsing and packing of the zap apples. She couldn’t quite focus on it, the way her marehood was stirring. With every passing moment her mind got more and more clouded with thoughts of how she’d relieve herself after this, which obviously didn’t help her situation.

As soon as she and Big Mac were done, she excused herself and rushed into the house to “take a rest” as she called it. Both to her family and herself.

She got to her room, slightly beat from the run there, and locked her door. This was something she didn’t want anyone to know about. She hung off her hat, went straight to her bed and laid down. She pulled her blanked over her to get some deniability, just in case somepony decided to try and enter her room. When in place she took a short while to calm herself down a bit before starting. It got so much better that way.

Lying on her back, she closed her eyes and began to stroke her tummy. She was often stressed for time and rushed to get it down fast. This time she was going to take her time and make it last as long as possible. She could treat herself that once in a while.

Her hooves started traveling lower. A moan escaped her when they reached her breasts. They had never been particularly sensitive. Just like most other ponies she barely got any pleasure from touching them. Or at least that was true, before Anon came. Now the slightest brush would make her legs quiver.

Anon.

That dirty, no good, lying, inconsiderate, two timing - no, worse! Six timing bastard! How could anypony have such nerve!? Why did I let him take advantage of me!? That’s the only reason I am this way. He did this to me! Argh!

Still...

Somehow...

Just thinking of him made her insides burn. Her heart began fluttering and her breath grew more intense. She could also feel her juices staining the sheets even though she hadn’t touched it yet.

Sigh.

Every time she did this she was forced to buy new sheets to avoid the smell. She hated it! What if anyone saw them and figured it out? What if her family knew already?

Even with those thoughts in her mind she brought her hoof further down and brushed it against her drenched slit. Luckily she already had her other hoof covering her mouth to block her moans.

Urgh! Why did I believe him? ‘I love Applejack’. Pfft, yea right! Me and all other mares in Ponyville...

I can’t believe it! He came and talked me into the hay whilst planning getting dirty with my friends! That rotten geese egg! Why, why, why does this feel so good!?

But not good enough.

Quickly, she flipped on her stomach, one hoof positioned between her legs and started humping and grinding against it. This was her favourite method to get off. The only way she could ever attempt to recreate the feeling of being with Anon.

Stupid Anon! I hate you for making me do this. You no good... Dirty...! Rotten... Oh, horse apples!

Every time she masturbated she thought of Anon. She just couldn’t help it. It always ended up Anon. It was like her subconscious always wanted her to remember. The feeling of helplessness. Of him looming over her. Dominating her. Taking her, no matter what she said or did.

Oh Celestia, she needed this!

She hadn’t taken her time like this for a while. It had all been quickies. Those were no good. They only pushed the heat away momentarily. Always leaving her feeling frustrated.

The last time she masturbated like this was the day she read about Anon in the paper. How he was in charge of some big project in Canterlot. Before she even finished reading it she found her hoof reaching for her vagina. That night had been glorious.

What if he came back? What if he’d jump her one day somewhere out on the farm. Somewhere deserted, where he could push her down and just take her then and there.

“Oh buck!”

Her hips picked up in pace. She was winking every other second now, leaking more juices each time. But she tried to avoid touching the clit directly. She knew that would make her cum in a flash, and she wanted to drag it out a little longer.

What if he was watching her right now! She hadn’t pulled the curtains on the window. Maybe he was outside that window. Watching everything!

It was a silly thought. Her room was on the second floor. He’d need a ladder to do that.

Still… He could be.

He wouldn’t be able to see much, though. Not with the blanket still covering her.

She kicked the blanket off her. The heat had made it too uncomfortable anyway. Anyone would be able to see her now. Her friends. Her family. Anon…

What would Anon do if he saw her? He wouldn’t just pass on this opportunity, would he? Here she was, rubbing one out on her bed. Completely helpless. She was basically begging for him to come and take her!

Of course he wouldn’t! He’d pin her with those strong arms of his and start rutting her like the predator he was!

Yes! You’d just shove you cock in me wouldn’t you, Anon? Just like that! You know my pussy aches for you! You know I’m all yours! Yes! Just a little more. Yes!

She was close.

So close. Her entire body was feeling it. The twitching of her legs, her eyes flickering, the throbbing of her pussy. The thoughts in her head all disappeared as she kept humping her totally soaked hoof. She didn’t avoid the clit anymore. In fact, she made sure to hit it at every opportunity and that made her orgasm approach ever faster.

The pressure within her had reached its maximum. If someone hadn’t already heard the slushing of her sex they were sure to hear her climax. She tried to hold it back but her voice kept escaping. She knew she had to stop it somehow. So in a final moment of clear mindedness, she buried her head in her pillow.

Then she came.

Her entire body became stiff. Her mind became blank. She screamed out in pure orgasmic pleasure. Hopefully the pillow blocked most of it. At this moment she couldn’t care less. It just felt so good. All her worries melted off her.

But not for long.

As the pleasure subsided, all her feelings of guilt and regret came rushing back. All the warmth disappeared. Her stained bed felt cold and uncomfortable. She really should go out and continue the work. Macintosh was waiting for her after all.

But…

She still wanted more. There was a certain emptiness inside of her. Or specific parts of her… One needing to be filled. She looked towards her bedpost. She’d done it before. It was just the right shape…

With a deep sigh, she slowly moved out of bed. Stupid Anon, she thought as she straddled the bedpost.