Applejack Needs a Cock and Butterscotch Has One, but She Goes About Getting It in the Wrong Way

Dash sped off before Applejack could speak, going off the overgrown road into proper wilderness. They raced through fields, over hills, and between trees. Applejack lost Rainbow Dash in one of the patches of wood dotting the countryside, coming out even more dirty and distressed than when she escaped the Everfree.

"DASH, YA HEAR ME!? SHOW YER FACE!"

She spun in circles, eyes frenzied, scanning the sky. Not a cloud to blemish the deep blue. Her ears swiveled independently, but heard no snickering from the still canopy surrounding the clearing.

"When I catch that filly, I'm gonna..." She reared back and stamped, "Gonna...!" then bucked, then stamped again, bucked again and again in lopsided circles, until she finally collapsed on the ground. She pulled her hat over her head and whined.

"Stupid Rainbow Dash... stupid heat... stupid farmwork... stupid AJ."

Nothing could keep her mind from the intense, burning desire Spring had put into her body, though. Rainbow Dash's momentary distraction from the pain of going without paid itself back sevenfold with nothing to occupy her. She buried her snout in the dirt and screamed, long and loud, almost raw. She pounded her hooves in a foalish tantrum, "I'M SICK AN' TIRED OF THIS ALREADY!"

"Uhm..."

"IT'S BEEN TEN DAYS!"

"Applejack...?"

"I HAVEN'T GOT A LICK OF WORK DONE ON THE FARM!

"A-Applejack?"

"JUST LET ME BE!"

"O-Oh, I'm sorry. I'll leave you to it..."

"Not you, Butterscotch. I'm talkin' 'bout this dag-gon' heat!"

"Eep."

"I haven't been able t—"

Applejack looked up at the stallion backing away from her, hiding behind his neck-length pink mane, yellow fur overtaken by a full blush. Elusive was handsome, but Butterscotch was in a league all on his own. His wiry build, long legs, and pristine wings all spoke to a stallion that would qualify for Prince Solaris' private guard without question. Applejack was certain he'd build the muscular definition of an elite if she put him to work.

She picked herself up, a hoof smearing dirt and drool across her chin, "H-Howdy."

The stallion retreated further, squeaking in reply. Applejack realized she had been led to Butterscotch's cottage by Rainbow Dash. Applejack decided she'd start with Rainbow Dash's wings when she caught her. She gave Butterscotch an embarrassed smile.

"F-Fancy meeting you here, Butterscotch."

"It's my home..."

Applejack looked past her friend. There was his tree-cottage, not an animal out and about on any branch or in any bush. Beaks peeked out from bird houses, otters from the surface of the stream, and rabbits from their grottos, "Hahaha! Yeah, it is. Well, uh, I'll be on my way, then."

"O-Okay..."

He turned around and walked towards the front door. Applejack couldn't keep herself from staring. She licked her lips. That rump just would not quit. If she lowered herself, she might just be able to make out his...

"U-Uhm, would you mind not staring at me so much?" Butterscotch's ears flattened as he shifted himself sideways, tail covering his flank in embarrassment.

Applejack shot up, rigid, "I-I wasn't starin' at your hot flank!" Her hoof met her face, "That's not what I meant! It's my estrous talkin', my estrous!"

Butterscotch meekly nodded and went into his cottage, closing the door behind him. Applejack mashed her cheeks with her hooves, mumbling under hot breath, "Keep it together for two minutes, filly. You'll be back home before you know it. Then you can bring out Mr. Fuji and be right as rain in a few hours. Heck, you might even plant them trees tomorrow! You just need to walk away. Just walk away."

Her legs refused to move. She chanted "just walk away" under her breath, trying to convince herself that she didn't want Butterscotch. She needed to leave, and fast, before she did something she would regret.

Well, probably regret.

No, no, definitely regret. And how could she do that to poor, innocent Butterscotch? Take his first time? She was sure he had his own special somepony he was saving himself for, and it wouldn't be her. Not that he found her unattractive. She was attractive, wasn't she?

The opening door interrupted Applejack's thoughts before she could get stuck in a cycle of self-doubt, Butterscotch half-hidden behind it. There was a blush to his cheeks as he spoke, "U-Uhm, you know, Applejack, if you're having a har—difficult time, and you don't mind talking to somepony about it, I could lend an ear. N-Not that I'm trying to get you inside! I would never t-take advantage of you. Not that I could! Uh—I mean—Oh, you probably don't want to talk to a stallion about this, right? I'm sorry, I'll let you b—"

"I'd love to." Applejack spoke without thinking. If she went inside, there was no way she would be leaving until Butterscotch had made her his. But Butterscotch's shy smile arrested any objections she had, the fire and tightness in her back half dragging those objections somewhere deep and dark, not to see the light until her heat had been resolved.

The stallion let the door swing open and turned, walking into the den. Applejack was all too happy to watch him go. If only that tail of his wasn't in the way. Unf.

She trotted up, eager to get a better view, passing through the doorway without a moment's hesitation. She pulled the door closed and locked it.

"Would you like some tea, Applejack? You can have the couch." Butterscotch's soft voice floated from the kitchen, "Oh, and cookies? Berry Pie brought over some delicious shortbread ones, with pecans and toffee! Too many, actually..."

"Sounds mighty fine to me, sugarcube. All my runnin' around today has got me hungrier than a fox in a hen house."

Applejack walked to the shadow of the kitchen entrance and leered. Butterscotch was a delight to watch when unaware. "In that case, I'll make some sandwiches, too!" She licked her lips as the stallion hummed to himself, filling a kettle and putting it on to boil before taking a box of cream cheese and a bottle of thick cream out if the fridge and placing them on the counter. The subtle flexing of biceps as he stood on two legs, barrel braced against the counter so his coat fluffed out across it, herb shears in hoof as he snipped fresh parsley, dill, and chives.

Applejack could imagine leaning against the counter herself, the heat from Butterscotch's barrel hot enough to work out every knotted muscle along her spine. Sunk in a soft embrace of vanilla and clover and musk, she'd let her head rest on the cool marble as his muzzle explored her neck, nibbling here, kissing there, working her over until she was little more than an orange ball of dough—

"A-Applejack! How long have you—"

The snapping open of Butterscotch's wings brought Applejack out of her fantasies. His muzzle was flushed, nostrils flaring, "... Oh. Uhm, wow. T-That's strong."

Applejack, flushed, didn't back down, "Yeah."

A silence followed. "M-Maybe you really shouldn't be her—"

"I ain't leavin' until I get to eat!" Applejack surprised herself with the force in her voice, and just how poor of a guest she was being.

Butterscotch flinched, "T-Then, please wait in the den. It's hard to cook when you're staring at me..."

Applejack backed up, her first hoofstep making a nasty squelch. She looked at her hind hoof and raised it. Translucent strands connected her heel to the damp spot on the carpet. Her damp spot. She didn't have to look to know Butterscotch saw it, too. She heard his cute little gasp. She bristled.

"I'm really... y'all got a towel?" She refused to turn her head to look at him, "An' a big one for the couch?"

"D-Don't worry about the rug, I'll get that. Towels are in the closet underneath the stairs. You just go and make yourself comfortable, okay?" He paused, eyes wandering over Applejack. She knew he wasn't looking at her like that, but that wouldn't stop her shivers. Her tail whipped from side to side, and she couldn't help but lower her head, letting her mane fall across her neck.

"A-Actually, if you want to, since you're, uhm, you've been outside all day and, well... you can—not that I'm saying you need to—but the shower's... upstairs..."

"A cold rinse would do me a whole world o' good right now."

Butterscotch gave a meek nod of agreement. Applejack left him behind and climbed the stairs, hanging her hat on the bathroom door before heading in. She looked at herself in the mirror.

It looked like somepony had tied her to a cart speeding through the Everfree, which wasn't far from the truth. She felt like she had been dragged through every forest from Ponyville to Manehatten. All the little scrapes and burrs marring her coat, bundles of tangled hair stuffed with leaves and twigs, her tail a sweaty, sticky, muck-covered mess that stuck to her when she tried swishing it. And she had tracked dirt all over the floor.

"You're one dirty filly, Applejack."

She could imagine Butterscotch saying that, leading her into a steaming shower. She whispered to herself, "S-Sorry for being a dirty filly, Butterscotch." Closing her eyes, she could almost feel him brushing against her, hearing him say, "It’s okay. I’m going to make a bigger mess of you in here."

She jumped into the shower and turned the knob all the way down, blasting herself with frigid water. The shock to her system had her yodeling.

Once Applejack finished her vocal training, feeling sufficiently clean, she hopped out and toweled herself off. She took a moment to look at herself in the mirror. Her mane free of detritus and undone, she paused, hairband in hoof. She wanted Butterscotch. Maybe leaving her mane down would... help that happen? Get him to see her not as a friend, but as a mare? It wasn't like her to worry about appearances. She tried whipping her mane over her neck, giving her reflection half-lidded eyes and an embarrassed blush. She only succeeded in blinding herself with her golden, still-damp locks.

She gathered her hair up and slipped the band on, "This ain't you, AJ. You're just gonna hafta be direct about it." The thought traced down her spine with a claw, curling around her dock and lifting her tail. She didn't like it. She wished she could be more delicate in this situation. There was intensity in being able to hint a stallion into taking her, one with the ferocity to act on fluttering eyes. She knew Butterscotch didn't have that ferocity. No, if she was going to get what she needed, acting coy was the worst possible way to go about it.

By the time Applejack made her way back downstairs to the den, Butterscotch had already set the couch for her arrival with a sheet covering it, thick towels laid across. On the table were two platters, one large with tea for two ringed by Berry Pie's cookies, amber morsels of toffee and dark-rimmed pieces of toasted pecan generously speckling the shortbread discs, the other small with a cross-hatched pile of narrow sandwiches, rectangular and crust-free triple-stacked wheat separating two generous layers of cheese, a light green from the blended herbs. Butterscotch, seated caddy-corner to the couch in a plush chair, gave a small smile and waved her over.

She walked over and considered the couch. Deciding it would be best for herself and the covers, she laid down on her barrel, within hoof's reach of the refreshments. Butterscotch poured out two steaming cups, pale lemon that smelled much as it looked, with a minty zing that tickled her nostrils. Stretching out to hold it between both hooves, she brought it to her muzzle and sipped. The taste did not disappoint.

"Mmm. This is good stuff, 'Scotch!" She set the teacup back down to pick up a cookie and dunk it, relishing the mint-citrus contrast to the sweet, softened shortbread, the toffee and pecans sticking to her tongue and teeth in a good way. Remembering her hunger, she nabbed a pair of narrow sandwiches and stuffed them whole into her mouth, a contented hum playing on her lips as the sharp herbs muted Berry Pie's sugary treat, creamy and peppered cheese sliding down smooth. "Real dang good!"

"Oh, thank you, but it's nothing, really." Butterscotch sipped his tea, light embarrassment crossing the bridge of his nose.

Applejack sprayed crumbs, double-hoofing sandwiches, "If this here's nothin', I'd love to see your somethin'!" Half of the stack was already gone. Butterscotch giggled.

The conversation lapsed as Butterscotch cleaned up what Applejack had left for him. When food was no longer an available distraction, he turned to his tea. Applejack had already finished the pot off herself, and was left cycling between doe-eyed stares at Butterscotch and nervously stealing glances when, thinking better of herself, she tried appreciating the humble cottage.

Her scent, lingering from when she first entered, began to mount. The movements of her tail only served to help spread it. Butterscotch retreated into his seat, almost sinking, until he was an adorable butter-colored bundle of flushed nerves. Applejack had to break the silence, "So... about that thing..."

"Meep." She could tell he was having second thoughts about this whole conversation, situation, his existence in this moment itself. Her face ablaze, and her whole body hot besides, she was at a final juncture. Her next choice of words would change the course of her life, likely forever. She drew inward, thinking to herself as clear as she could manage.

"Applejack?"

Life on the farm wasn't lonely. She was kept far too busy to allow herself an idle moment of fancy. Sun-up, she was thinking about everything she had to do that day. Sun-down, she passed out on her bed from exhaustion. But, lying here, thinking to herself, she wondered if she hadn't been avoiding her loneliness by overworking.

"Uhm... A-Applejack?"

Apple Bloom was old enough to make a real dent, if Applejack would let her, and Big Gala had stopped fighting Applejack about workload a long time ago. There'd be enough time to raise her foals if she delegated.

"You're staring... a lot. At me."

And if she didn't go for Butterscotch, who else was there? She didn't know much about dating, and trying to find a special somepony would take her away from the farm for far too long. Butterscotch was the only one that she could see herself with. But did he feel the same way?

"Applejack!" Butterscotch's tone—and hoof—shook her from her thoughts. The stallion sighed in relief when she blinked at him.

"Thank goodness. I was worried for a moment." He turned back and took his seat, again denying Applejack a show. She bit her lip. Was he not interested?

Only one way to find out.

"Do ya like me, Butterscotch?"

"Y-Yes? You're one of my best friends, Applejack."

"I mean as a mare."

She noticed that he was keeping his hooves tucked between his thighs, and how they kneaded the cushion as he stammered out, "Well, that's a bit... I mean, you are a mare, not a stallion, and I'm a stallion, not a mare, so it'd be natural to... have thought about you like that, maybe? In a non-platonic sense?" He stared straight down, long mane hiding his face.

Applejack's bitten lip turned into a small, then wide smile as she parsed Butterscotch's admission. "So I got a chance, then."

"A chance?"

"At bein' your special somepony."

He squeaked and looked up at her. "Applejack! T-That's very, uhm, forward of you to say."

"I ain't hearin' a no..."

"This is about your estrous, right? Surely there are far better ways to—"

"I don't want a one-and-done fling, 'Scotch. I want a special somepony."

"I-Isn't there medicine for—"

Applejack snorted, jabbing a hoof at Butterscotch, "I've been takin' medicine since it started. Nothin's workin' anymore—No, not even Zecora—an' I can't imagine myself with anypony other than you. Not Dusk Shine, not Elusive, not Berry Pie. You're the sweetest, kindest stallion I know—"

Butterscotch's voice got softer, "A-Applejack, I—"

"—amazin' with foals, which I've seen first-hoof and find very attractive—"

He lowered himself behind an arm of his chair, "I'm not—"

"—downright one'a the most handsome stallions I ever did see—"

Butterscotch had all but disappeared, "—Elusive is mo—"

"—even got Elusive beat by long mile, yer a great cook, got green enough hooves for my likin' if them herbs were anythin' to go by, don't make a fuss if ya gotta do some work even if you aren't the strongest stallion around—"

"—I—"

"—An', quite frankly, the more I think about you the more I want you."

"O-Oh..."

Butterscotch had, at some point, crawled underneath the cushion in his seat. He stuck out awkwardly, red to his ears.

Applejack took this as a good sign.

"Look, Butterscotch, I know it's a lot to take in all at once, especially since I kinda just showed up on your doorstep half an hour ago and am now propositionin' you for carnal relations, but you know I ain't a liar an' wouldn't be sayin' all this stuff if I didn't believe every single word of it."

Butterscotch nodded, the cushion jostling on top.

"This ain't easy for me, neither. I... I got nopony else I can turn to. And that's my fault for puttin' it off for so long. And... it's my first time, too. And..."

"T-Too?"

"And if I don't get rutted hard tonight I swear to Prince Solaris I'm gonna jump the first stallion I see tomorrow."

"... That wouldn't be good at all."

"No, 'Scotch, no it would not. I need you." Applejack tensed. She could see the hamster running in his head as he took everything in and thought it through. Every muscle, fiber, tendon, and vein in her throbbed with adrenaline and anticipation, her very breath hanging on Butterscotch's little thinking noises. He can't say no. He couldn't. She might explode if he did, and not in the metaphorical sense.

He crawled out from beneath his cushion and sighed, giving Applejack a sad look, "I don't—"

Applejack whimpered, "Please, Butterscotch."

"But I'm not—"

"Please!" She crawled off the couch and laid before him, forehooves together and pleading, "I'm beggin' ya! I can't take it anymore! I can't!"

Butterscotch climbed over the arm of his chair and hid behind it, head poking out around the corner, "I can't—"

Her green eyes shimmered with tears and she wriggled across the floor towards him, "Can't? Can't what? Can't rut me? Am I that ugly? Am I too old? Do you hate me?"

He backed away from the chair, "No, but—"

"But what? What? WHAT? Do you know how patient I've been this whole time?! I coulda jumped your bones as soon as I came in, but I didn't! I held out. I'm still holdin' out." Applejack found her legs and marched towards Butterscotch.

He kept backing up, "I-I—"

"You—You—You—You what? What? Spit it out!"

"I—Uh—I—I don't have any—"

"Don't want 'em, don't need 'em."

"But you could get—"

"I want 'em."

"I'm not ready to be a father, Applejack!" Butterscotch's rump hit the wall.

Applejack pressed herself snout to snout with Butterscotch, making him scrunch, "Then I'll raise 'em myself! Forget everythin' else, Butterscotch. I want a simple answer. Yes, or no."

"T-To wh—"

"Do you want to rut me. Yes, or no."

She pulled her head back just enough to come off of Butterscotch's muzzle. His breathing was quick and shallow. He avoided Applejack's stare for as long as he could. The seconds dragged on. They turned into minutes. Applejack's scent filled their small corner of the room. She could see his eyes become glassy. Tears at the corners.

Finally, he met her eyes.

"I—It would be nice, b—"

Applejack kissed him. She kissed him with force, pressing into his lips until he reared up, and followed through until his back was against the wall. She reared up herself, planting both hooves beneath his forelimbs on the wall, and pressed further, through his whimpers, through the quiet of feathers spreading, until she felt something soft and hot pressing against her barrel.

Saliva connected them when she pulled from the kiss. Butterscotch was panting. She lifted his snout with hers, running it over her face until she had an ear against his throat, marveling at the proof extending from his sheath that she had an effect on him. His gasps of air synchronized with the throbbing of his yellow-mottled cock.

"That's a yes." She slid down towards it.

"Applejack... we can't..." Butterscotch's stomach heaved like a bellows, just far enough to brush against the inward-curving tip, each time causing the pegasus to wince.

"We're gonna." Applejack didn't give him a chance to refuse before planting the tip of her nose against his flared head, inhaling deep. A sharp gasp. A dizzying musk, sweet and foul, clouded her mind. She opened her mouth and licked the flare. Her reward was another gasp and a bead of pre, tasting of salt and honeysuckle. Addicting. She wrapped her mouth around Butterscotch's cockhead and sucked. They shared a moan.

The flesh was soft and pulsing, massaging her lips and tongue, but that belied its rigidity. Like a velveteen-wrapped bough, a ferocious thing, paradoxical by both its structure and its owner. She ran her tongue beneath it, tasting his heartbeat.

No longer able to stand against the wall, Butterscotch fell atop Applejack, stabilizing himself on her back. As he came forward, his erection tapped against the back of her throat. She gagged. It sounded ugly, as if she was about to retch. She loved it. She could feel herself winking like mad. But Butterscotch withdrew from her.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry I didn't mean to—"

She hated that. Hated his refusal. Hated the warmth leaving her mouth. She thrust her head forward until she gagged again, closing her mouth as hard as she could without injuring him.

"A—Applejack! Not so—oooh!" Butterscotch was lifted, held in place by his grasp around her barrel and Applejack's suction. She angled her head up with a grunt, gravity forcing the pegasus to bang against the back of her throat. Another gag, another ugly sound. If he would just... just use her! She could take all of him! She knew she could.

"P-Put me down, p-please! And—nnngh—not so hard..."

Applejack walked backward, precious cargo in tow, not letting up in any capacity. Try as she might, she couldn't overcome her gag reflex. Oh well. That's not the main event. Finally, the couch came back into view. She turned towards it and lowered her head, touching Butterscotch down on its edge. The pegasus pushed off her and, once seated, grabbed Applejack by her cheeks and pulled her off his cock. Tease.

Now that he was seated, Applejack could get a good look. She sat on the floor between his legs, holding his legs apart by the inside of his stifles, eyes turned upward and in awe. She shoved her snout into his balls and inhaled, their even softer flesh sticking to her nostrils, drowning her in musk. She scooted herself closer, mewling as the rough fabric of the carpet rubbed her marehood. She dug her snout beneath his balls, letting them rest on the bridge of her nose, and lifted her head. She could feel their weight, the way they wiggled down her snout, how they bounced freely off it when she shook herself. She was enraptured by them.

"Applejack... please, it's not too late... we can still... stop..."

Applejack pulled herself from Paradise and looked up at Butterscotch. He was giving in. She knew he was. It was all over his face. He couldn't fight it any longer. They were past the point of stopping. He was going to mount her and take her all the way to motherhood, pressing down and keeping her there until he was satisfied his seed took and she could feel a fat drop of his love leave a warmth against her clit and audibly break against the floor. She knew it. She knew.

"Mount me."

"I can't—"

She pressed her muzzle to the base of his cock and let her tongue roam his balls, lapping that unique Butterscotch taste until it was the only taste she would remember. She never took her eyes off his as she fondled him. He looked down on her. That's how it should be. Lustful, that's how it should be. Terrified...

He opened his mouth. He was going to object again. Applejack wouldn't let him. She slowly dragged her tongue between his balls, nose pressed against his shaft, dragging itself up. She cupped her tongue, tasting as much of the underside of his cock as she could, memorizing every vein.

She raised herself up to suck clean the copious pre leaking from the tip of his cock. Removing her hooves from between his hindlegs, she climbed onto the couch, resting herself on the arm, face down, tail high. This was it. What she needed was coming. There's no way he could resist. No way. None.

And he didn't.

Applejack felt his breath hit her vulva. She winked again and could feel the backsplash bounce off his muzzle. She was so close. So close to release. She felt Butterscotch's tongue slide from the base of her vulva to just below her asshole. Close. Then he ringed around her, cleaning her. She then made a bigger mess. So close. He kept licking, but it wasn't helping. It was just driving her crazy.

"Jus' MOUNT ME ALREADY! RUT ME DEAF, BLIND, AND DUMB!" Her voice was so loud it echoed off the walls. She felt him pull back, the cushions shifting. It needed to happen now. It wasn't happening now. Why wasn't it happening no—

Hooves on her croup, walking up her spine to her back. Cock against her seal. "I—I—I'm going to... to enter n-now."

"It's about ti———IIIEEE!" Applejack's body rocked with an orgasm as Butterscotch inched inside. Throwing herself over the sofa was the right call to make. Butterscotch panted above her, his hooves slipping against her sweaty coat.

"Y-You're tight..."

She could feel his hind hooves depressing the cushion around her, walking forward for stability. He found a better place for his forehooves on her withers, pressing against the shoulderblades. He inched inside again, then withdrew. Tried. Applejack hadn't even felt his ring yet. She wasn't going to let him go.

She contracted, hard, sucking him back in, keeping him in place. "More."

"I don't want to h-hurt y—"

"I'm gonna hurt you if you even think about pullin' out! I want you as deep as you can go!"

She could hear Butterscotch take a deep breath. He gave in, and began inching forward again. It was slow going. Applejack kept involuntarily contracting, arresting his progress. She wished he would just take her. She needed him to take her. But he was a gentlecolt. No, no he wasn't. He was a coward. A gentlecolt would oblige a mare's wishes! He was selfish!

Finally, finally, he bottomed out. Applejack was full. She was home. His cock was home and she never wanted to leave. "N-Now what?"

Applejack groaned. How could he be balls deep and still asking for direction? Her voice came out a growl, close to feral. "RUT. ME. HARD."

"U-Uh, I'll try..." He slid back, no more than an inch, and pushed forward again. Slow. Gentle. Utterly unsatisfying.

"HARDER!"

She didn't notice an increase in pace. He only pulled out further, agonizingly slow.

"HARD! ER!"

Was he going any faster? Did his tickling become strokes? She couldn't tell. She was so close. It was like an apple. Her teeth were sunk in, the flesh crisp and juicy, but she couldn't taste a thing. Nothing. She was close, and that was it.

"Do y'all know what harder means!?"

"I-If I go any faster I'll—!"

Applejack pulled her forehooves up onto the couch and pushed upward, sending her pegasus lover onto his rump. Applejack, on his cock like a sock, was pulled back with him. She put one hoof on the back of the couch to steady herself. She stood, his ring sending shockwaves through her as it exited. She went higher until the tip was in danger of slipping out. Then she sat herself down with force, the springs in the couch creaking, the legs scraping against the hardwood floor as her weight shifted it.

"THIS!"

"A—" SLAM.

"IS!"

"—PP—" SLAM. "—LE—" SLAM. "—JA—" SLAM. "—CK!—"

"HARDER!"

"I—" SLAM. "—I'M—" SLAM. "—CU—" SLAM. "—CU—" SLAM. "—UM—" SLAM.

Overzealous, Applejack let Butterscotch slip out. Hot seed coated her marehood. No. Wrong. It needs to be inside her. She needs his foals. She slams down again, but is misaligned. She hits Butterscotch's pelvis at full force. He grunts in pain. Her barrel is drenched with cum. She grabs hold of it, raising herself again, feverish. He has to finish inside.

She makes him sink in during the penultimate spurt. A warmth swims through her as she bottoms out and his last rope fills her. She can feel it splash against her womb. That sent her over the edge again. She did it. She did it. She had sex with a stallion she loved. He came inside her. She orgasmed. Multiple times.

So why didn't she feel any relief?

Butterscotch softened inside her and receded back into his sheath. She got off him, oblivious to the mess they made on the sheets, and turned to face him. He covered his eyes with his hooves. "Get hard."

His voice was weak, almost a sob, "I can't."

"I ain't done. Get hard."

"Applejack, please stop."

She walked forward, towering over the shaking stallion. She raised one leg and pulled one hoof from his face, then the other, pinning him to the couch. "Get—"

Her voice hitched. Butterscotch was crying. He looked awful. It was her fault.

His voice was inaudible, but she could read his lips. They begged, "Please."

Applejack was frozen in place. Lucidity struck. She had just forced herself on a stallion.

The air in the room got cold. A low and dangerous voice spoke, "Get off of my lover."

Applejack's neck, stiff, kept her from viewing the voice's owner. But she knew who it was. It was—

"Eris, don't hur—" Butterscotch's lips were zipped shut. His sobs muffled.

"Get off of him. And get out."

Applejack couldn't move. Her mind was reeling. She didn't just force herself on a stallion. No, she had forced herself on a taken stallion. Her friend.

"Now."

She leapt from the couch and ran. Ran right into the locked door. She was sent flat on her flanks, pain radiating out from her nose. Before she could get to her legs, the door rotated about its center, the top coming down and punting her outside like a pinball. She rolled through the dirt, caught her hooves, and took off in a gallop towards home.