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

Applejack woke up feeling filthy. Scum covered her teeth and tongue, dried cum matted fur from her belly down to her teats and most of her rump and thighs, the crust scraping her sheets as she pulled them aside to climb out of bed. Mr. Fuji, a meaty pink facsimile of stallionhood, slipped out sometime during the night and had to be peeled from the bed with a firm hoof. He needed to be washed. She needed to be washed and get some relief. She picked him up in her mouth, used to her own taste at this point, and stepped over the lamp and broken glass to exit her room.

She opened her door to Big Gala, Apple Bloom, and Granny Smith standing in the hallway outside Applejack froze. Big Gala covered Apple Bloom's eyes with a hoof and fetlock, but she was too late.

"What's that in your mouth?"

Granny Smith "I'll tell ya when ya get yer first heat, Apple Bloom. Fer now, jus' ferget ya saw anythin'. Big Gala, would ya mind givin' us some privacy?"

Big Gala nodded, nipping Apple Bloom by the back of her neck and turning around, carrying the curious filly away. "Awwww..."

Granny Smith sighed, "Well, that coulda gone better. We was s'posed ta be showin' support all-together like a family, but I think ya got the message."

"Ghaa, a—"

Granny Smith clicked her tongue, "Don't talk with yer mouth full!"

Applejack spit Mr. Fuji out. He hit the floor with his power switch, flopping and vibrating in circles on the old wooden boards. Tartarus take me already, Applejack thought. She hoofed it off.

"Now, who's the stallion that made my little filly cry? When I find him I'll—"

Applejack hung her head, "I don't wanna talk about it, Granny." She rolled the dildo back towards her, "I jus' wanna shower an' go back to bed."

Granny Smith closed the distance, thumping the floor with her walker, "All I need's his name, Applejack, and I swear by Solaris I'll—"

"Whatever you're thinking happened, didn't. Yes, it was a stallion, no, it wasn't his fault, an' I sure as hay ain't gonna talk about it. Jus' let me be..."

Granny Smith pursed her shriveled lips, squinting at Applejack. Applejack always felt like a foal beneath her gaze. But today, she was already at her lowest. Granny Smith wasn't going to get anything from her.

She'd barely woken up and she'd already humiliated herself to the only ponies left in the world that would still talk to her after what she did, and the first thing she did was show off her dildo to them. Now she had nopony she could look in the face.

Granny Smith nuzzled Applejack nose to nose, "Alright, dear, if'n yer sure ya don't wanna talk about it, ya don't hafta. But when ya do wanna talk about it, jus' gimme a shout, alright?"

Applejack nodded without heart. She didn't think she'd ever want to. She just wanted to wash yesterday down the drain and maybe see if she could join it. But she's too big a pile of garbage to flush away.

Granny Smith turned away and made for the stairs down to the first floor, "An' that offer is still on the table, Applejack! Jus' a name, all I need's a name..."

Applejack didn't reply. She picked Mr. Fuji back up in her mouth and trotted to the bathroom down the hall, started a hot shower, laid down, and cried.

Her thoughts were flooded by Butterscotch crying, begging for her to stop. How his eyes shrank and body trembled in fear and confusion when she pressed him against the wall. How she felt his shivers when he mounted her, as if he was seconds from a heart attack. And how she ignored everything in pursuit of her own pleasure.

How could she do that to him?

How?

She turned Mr. Fuji to his max setting and shoved him inside, whining in pain. She forced him to the hilt and sat up, the faux-ballsack base all that was keeping him from being lost inside of her. The mechanical stimulation didn't cool her off at all. Every orgasm just made it worse. She gave up after an hour and a forgotten number of climaxes when the water began to chill. The semen felt impossible to scrub out, but she managed. Her coat was thinner and the drain was clogged by the time she was done.

She didn't feel any cleaner after drying off. She slinked back to her room, prepared to go back to bed and abuse Mr. Fuji until he ran out of power. Instead, she was greeted by Rainbow Dash lounging on a cloud outside of her window. Again, she had a cloud covering her nose. She beamed at Applejack.

"Heeeeey, AJ! 'Bout time you—" Dash stared at Mr. Fuji. Her jaw worked, but no sound came. Applejack could read her mouthing 'big'.

"I don't know what you're here for, Dash, but I jus' wanna be left alone today. Okay?"

"Nu-uh, this is super important. You have to come with me!"

"Why can't y'all use the front door like normal folk?"

Dash glanced away, "Uhh... reasons. Reasons you'll learn after we get going. C'mon!"

"Dash, I ain't leavin' this here room." Applejack hopped up on her bed and got beneath her covers.

"But—But I'm gonna clear this whole thing up! Everything will go back to normal!"

"Nothin's gonna be normal anymore, Dash. I messed up. I messed up real bad."

Dash trotted beside the bed, "But it's not your fault!"

"What?"

"It's true! But I won't tell you until you agree to come with me."

Applejack turned her back to Rainbow Dash and faced the wall, "Guess you ain't tellin' me then."

"But AJ! It'll fix everything! I have proof you're not a bad pony!"

"Is it gonna un-rape Butterscotch?"

Applejack didn't hear a response. Just sputtering. She grimaced. Rainbow Dash was trying to help, but she was helping the wrong pony. Butterscotch is the one she should labor attention to, not Applejack.

Applejack felt the bed behind her compress and Rainbow Dash's voice get closer, "It'll make you friends again. I promise."

"Y'all can't go an' promise that."

"I PIE-promise."

Applejack turned around, "Dash, you can't just go an'—"

Rainbow Dash lifted a hoof from the bed, miming as she recited the oath, "Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye."

Applejack bit her lip, looking around the room. Berry Pie could be anywhere now. Outside her door, climbing through the window, or even—

"The contract has been sealed." Berry Pie emerged from beneath Applejack's covers opposite her head and droned with a solemn voice.

The mares screamed, "Berry!"

"Hiya, Rainbow Dash, Applejack! What're we pie-promising about?" He crawled out from beneath the sheets and sat on the end of the bed, looking around the room, "What a mess! Applejack, you really need to clean up in here. This glass is dangerous!"

He bounced off the bed and around the room, a whirlwind of pink hyperactivity somehow setting everything right rather than setting everything wrong. The lamp was back on the nightstand with a new bulb, the window replaced, and Applejack's sheets cleaned.

Applejack and Rainbow Dash stared at Berry Pie as he swaddled himself in Applejack's dirty sheets, "Mmmm, apple pie!"

"GET OUTTA MY ROOM!" Applejack threw the lamp at the stallion, breaking the bulb once again as it sailed through his curled mane and hit the floor behind him.

"Whoop! See ya later, taters!" He bounced through the bedroom door and, after repairing the hole he left, out of sight.

Somehow, the lamp was fixed again, too.

Applejack buried her face in her hooves. Rainbow Dash took it in stride, "See? Pie-promised. You have to come with me, now!"

Applejack groaned, "Fine, I'll follow ya! Jus' get out of my room already!"

Applejack lifted her head to see Rainbow Dash smile at her. Dash then went to the window, opened it up, and kicked her cloud back into the sky before flying down to the ground below.

Applejack, wingless, had to take the stairs. She walked down them and down the hallway to the front door, pausing at the open entrance to the dining room. Berry Pie was in her seat, eating what she presumed to be her cold breakfast. She sighed and trotted on to the front door.

Outside, Applejack saw Rainbow Dash and Zecora. The pegasus gave Applejack a confident smile, while the zebra's was nervous. She quirked an eyebrow, "Zecora? What're ya doin' out here?"

"I'll explain when we get there! Saves me a lot of trouble." Rainbow Dash flapped her wings and flew off at a brisk pace, "C'mon, follow me!"

Zecora walked alongside Applejack, hanging back enough that Applejack couldn't see her face, "I apologize for the disturbance on behalf of Rainbow Dash. We both know how she acts so brash."

"I'm used to it by now. I jus' don't get why she'd make a Pie-Promise that's so obviously not gonna work." Applejack snorted, "Well, whatever. I'm sure she has a good reason to drag you into this, too, at least according to her."

Zecora remained silent. The trip takes the three to Butterscotch's cottage. Every hoofstep grew heavier for Applejack until she was rooted in place after crossing the small bridge over the stream a hop away from Butterscotch's front door. The animals were out and busy, until Applejack showed up. They scurried away in her wake. She frowned, "Dash, are you gonna explain to me anythin' yet?"

Rainbow Dash flew ahead, "Hold on, I gotta get Butterscotch. When he's here, I'll start." She knocks on the door.

Applejack muttereds under her breath, "Still don't see how anythin' you could say would make us friends again. Butterscotch hates me." She turned around and stepped onto the bridge.

Zecora put a hoof on the farmer's withers, "Wait, Applejack, do not leave! Have faith! Believe! Rainbow Dash is working hard for you. Couldn't you, for her, see it through?"

Applejack paused. She weighed her options. Either way, Butterscotch was going to hate her. That was certain, pie-promise or not. She figured she should apologize, at the least. It won't take away the pain of what she did, but she may shoulder a little less weight.

Rainbow Dash banged on the front door, "BUTTERSCOTCH! APPLEJACK WANTS TO SEE YOU!"

She didn't. She absolutely did not want to see Butterscotch. It was too soon, the wounds had no time to heal. If she saw him now, all she'd see is yesterday. All he'd see would be a monster. One of his best friends that turned into a monster.

Applejack looked over her shoulder, "Dash, on second thought, let's—"

The door cracked open, Butterscotch's head poking out, "U-Uhm... y-yes, Rainbow Dash? You said... Applejack is here?"

"She's right he—Applejack!" Rainbow Dash turned her head, yelling at the mare on the bridge, "Get over here! I don't want to have to shout."

Applejack stood still. She looked at Butterscotch. The stallion squeaked and hid behind the door. That was it. That was what she didn't want to see. Butterscotch is terrified of her. They can't be friends anymore. It's over.

Rainbow Dash stepped to the side, peering past the ajar door, "Butterscotch, relax. I've got Zecora with me. Applejack promises she won't do anything, either. So please, Butterscotch, just let me say my piece."

Zecora urged Applejack forward. Wooden steps took her up the grassy slope, her body not her own. She couldn't think anything. Feel anything. It's as if she was disconnected, a recessed observer trapped inside, banging against the glass and begging for control that she couldn't have. The body came to a stop an awkward distance from the front door. Zecora stood off to her side.

"You can stay behind the door if you want to, Butterscotch. Just keep it open." Rainbow Dash stepped off the landing, equidistant between Applejack and Butterscotch. Butterscotch's head poked out from the door, eyes flitting between Applejack and Dash. He looked scared, anxious, on the brink of a panic attack.

Rainbow Dash cleared her throat, wings settling into a more comfortable position, "Uh... dang, I should've prepared a speech. The long and short of it is, what happened yesterday wasn't Applejack's fault. Normally, a mare in heat is still at fault, but Applejack's heat wasn't normal." Rainbow Dash pointed a hoof towards Zecora, "And that's because, when she went to Zecora for medicine, Zecora didn't give her medicine to treat heat, she gave her medicine that ENHANCES heat!"

Zecora took a step back, shame plain on her face, “My medicine hurting ponies has always been my greatest fear. And though what I did cannot be excused, my apology is most sincere.” She bowed to Applejack.

Applejack screamed internally. Her body refused to comply. Butterscotch seemed equally distanced from the conversation.

Rainbow Dash took Applejack’s and Butterscotch’s silence as encouragement, putting spit in her words as she continued, "But! Zecora didn't do this as some sort of mean-spirited prank, or as revenge against past wrongs! No, she was FORCED to! And the name of the mare that forced her to may shock you... no, WILL shock you. It was none other than Granny Smith!"

The silence persisted. Granny Smith was behind Zecora's medicine not working? Applejack knew something was wrong, but this was information she was unable to process. Family didn't treat family like this. It just wasn't done.

Applejack swiveled her eyes. Zecora looked ashamed. She swiveled her eyes again, locking with Butterscotch's. The stallion deflated on contact. He didn't look away. He looked wary. Expectant? Like his breath hung on what she had to say.

Rainbow Dash looked back and forth between the groups, waiting for a response. She got none, so she flapped her wings and said, "... Which means everything's okay! It's not Applejack's fault, it's Granny Smith's fault! So let's put this behind us and—"

"No, it's my fault." Applejack's words bypassed her mind and came directly from her mouth. Rainbow Dash stared at her.

"AJ, it's not. Didn't you hear me? It's GRANNY SMITH'S fault. Not yours. She made this mess! All of the blame's on her! So there's nothing keeping you from being friends with Butterscotch. Right, 'Scotch?"

Butterscotch didn't break away from Applejack's eyes. She hadn't broken away, either. Her mouth began to move on its own again, "I knew what I was doing, Dash."

"You were drugged! D-R-U-G-G-E-D! Do you know what drugged means?"

Applejack could see Rainbow Dash making wild gestures in the periphery of her vision, but kept looking at Butterscotch, "Does it mean Granny Smith made me do it?"

The pegasus wilted, "Kinda...?"

"So that means Zecora made me do it, too?"

"I mean..."

Applejack took a step forward, "An' you made me do it, because you took me straight to Butterscotch's home."

Dash kneeled, "I—"

Applejack took another step, and another, walking past Rainbow Dash to the cottage door, "Are you gonna tell me that Butterscotch, being a good friend by letting me into his home, feeding me, and letting me clean myself up after an awful day—"

"It's not the same!"

"How?" Applejack turned her head to look at Rainbow Dash.

Rainbow Dash snorted, flaring her wings. She stood up, thrusting her head at Applejack, "It—It just isn't, okay? Stop making this so difficult! It's not your fault, so just go back to being friends already!"

Applejack turned back to Butterscotch, "We can't be friends anymore. Not after what I did." She was a few hooves from the door. Butterscotch stood up, shuffling further out of sight. She heard whispers behind it, but the solid construction of the door muffled them.

Applejack felt tears well up. She blinked through them, but her vision didn't clear, "I knew what I was doing an' I did it anyway. I can't shift the blame onto somepony else."

Her voice shook, "An' I ain't got a clue how to apologize for what I did. I truly don't. I don't know the pain I caused you, Butterscotch. I can't even imagine it. So how am I supposed to apologize?" She watched her tears fall to the ground, voice a whisper, "I'm sorry. I—I should go."

"Sorry?" The edge in Butterscotch's voice made her head snap up. She dried her eyes with a fetlock. He poked his head around the door, eye-to-eye with Applejack. He was glaring.

"That's all you have to say?" His voice wasn't loud, but it didn't have to be.

She opened her mouth to reply, but he shoved open the door, making her step back with a yelp. He stepped forward, pushing Applejack back with his words, "You think it's going to be that easy? Show up, feel sorry for yourself, decide everything for yourself?"

Applejack shook her head. She heard Rainbow Dash flap her wings, putting herself between Butterscotch and Applejack, "She's not doing any of that! She's trying to apol—!"

"Shut up." Butterscotch brushed the smaller pegasus aside with a hoof, surprising Applejack and, by the stunned look on her face, Rainbow Dash as well. He never stopped glaring at Applejack, "You have the guts to show your face, tell me what's going to happen to our friendship, tell me you don't know how to apologize, then expect to trot on home without letting me have my say?"

Applejack cowered, barrel scraping dirt as she backpedaled, "I-I thought th—"

Zecora scampered past to Rainbow Dash's side, out of Butterscotch's warpath. He raised his voice, making Applejack's ears pin back. It felt like he was screaming, "So you think for me, now? You speak for me? You sure do enjoy deciding what I think, what I feel, what I want for somepony that's supposed to be apologizing!"

Applejack's rear ran into the railing of the bridge. She flinched at the contact, her sensitive nethers thrusting her forward between Butterscotch's legs. He didn't move. She tried to keep her eyes closed. But she couldn't; he was on full display, and was too angry to shield himself. Applejack's stomach knotted and flipped. She hated herself for cherishing the view.

"Here's what's going to happen. You're going to be quiet, Applejack, and I'm going to tell you what I think, what I feel, and what I want. It's going to be a private conversation. Everypony else here is going to leave." He shifted his legs, turning halfway around, "Got it?"

Zecora didn't need to be told twice. Applejack watched her striped legs gallop past, hooves hammering the bridge, out of sight. Rainbow Dash's eyes were wide, her mouth small, leaning back.

Butterscotch stomped the hoof closest to Applejack's head, "Got. It?"

The second time was the charm. With pinned ears and a tucked tail, Rainbow Dash flew off. Butterscotch stepped back over Applejack, resting on his hindquarters and kneeling down so she could see his face. He glared down at her. No, he wasn't glaring. He was Staring.

"I am very upset with you, Applejack."

She felt like a foal.

"I'm more than upset. I'm disgusted and disappointed. You're one of my best friends, yet you violated me."

Her heart slammed into her ribcage with every beat. She wished she could vomit it out.

"You betrayed my trust, our friendship. You used me, and you were ready to keep using me until you had your fill. I cannot emphasize enough how reprehensible your actions were. So I'm going to focus on what's going to happen next, instead."

Butterscotch leaned his body forward until his snout touched Applejack's. The Stare kept her from recoiling. He lowered his voice to a soft, forceful whisper, "You're going to listen and do exactly as I say. You are not going to do anything I don't tell you to. If you do, there will be consequences. Nod your head if you understand."

Her heart skipped a beat. She nodded, her snout rubbing against his. The sensitive flesh washed a numb heat over her, indiscriminate in what it made feel hot. She cursed herself for getting off on this. Even now, all she could think about was sex.

She had no idea what Butterscotch had in store for her, she just wanted it to be over with. Whatever humiliation he had for her, she would weather, anything to make this nightmare end. Anything to go home and lock herself away until this blasted heat was over.

"Good. Get up and go inside." Butterscotch stepped away, letting Applejack get to her hooves. It was a slow, shaky process. She cowered in place, looking for a hint of mercy or assurance from Butterscotch. He tilted his head towards the door. Applejack held her breath, tail tucked between her legs and stuck to her belly with her drippings, and trotted towards the door.

Butterscotch was close behind. Twice she swore she felt his breath on her flank, but her neck was too stiff to turn. She picked up her pace and cantered through the door, coming to a stop in the center of the room. The door closed behind her, and she heard the click of a lock. She winked with a wet pop, loud enough that he must have heard. Her eyes screwed shut and she wished she was normal.

She waited in silence. Her ears lifted up and swiveled behind herself, hearing Butterscotch mumbling to himself, too quiet to be distinct. He stopped mumbling and walked towards her, going from hard hoofbeats on the wood floor to soft ones on the rug she stood upon. She expected him to stop once he reached the rug, but he continued. She kept her eyes closed.

She felt his weight depress the carpet beside her, the warmth of his body radiating onto hers. She could feel it close in on her neck, his breath hitting her ear, making them flick with each puff. She felt the way the air moved inside, the shape of the command circling the soft flesh, "Upstairs."

Her body moved on its own. She scrambled towards the steps, tail flagging. She felt every heartbeat pulsing through the veins running up her neck, through her cheeks, all over her face.

He had to know what he was doing. Had to. He was working her into a frenzy. Why? Her dock was so stiff. It was so hard to lower it, to stop presenting for him.

"Don't hide it."

She froze on the steps. Any remaining willpower she had left her and she let her tail hang high, thoughts hazing over. He drew closer. He knew what he was doing. Why? What did he have planned? Was he going to blue-bean her? Make her humiliate herself for his pleasure? That would be his revenge. Controlling her, driving her insane without hope of relief. She might jump out the window if that happened. If she landed on her neck, it would—

"I didn't tell you to stop." He hit with a swift hoof, slapping her flanks with a smack. It was painful. It was an indescribable pleasure. She spilled up the stairs with a yelp, hind hooves slipping on the trail her squelching nethers left behind.

Butterscotch issued his next command before she could reach the second floor, "Bedroom." Her mind and body were in complete agreement and didn't need to be told twice. She threw open the door and hopped right onto the bed, face-down in the sheets and tail up, swinging in the air. Her ears strained from her skull, listening for Butterscotch, but she didn't hear him approach. He was mumbling to himself again, and whatever the conversation was sounded heated.

Finally, she heard his hoofbeats come down the hallway and stop in the door, "I didn't tell you to get on the bed."

Applejack slipped on the covers in her haste to get off the bed and came crashing down. Don't get ahead of yourself, Applejack. Don't hope. Take it as it comes. She reached for her fallen hat.

"Leave it."

She left it. She turned to watch Butterscotch walk across the room, arrested by the way he had changed. He bore a confident, commanding stride of a proper stallion. Hard eyes that didn’t avoid her so much as ignore her. She wanted those eyes on her.

He focused on the bed, and she shuffled aside to make room. He climbed atop it and sat on the edge, hind legs stuck together. A blush overcame his face, but he looked Applejack in the eyes and held his hoof out, "Hairband."

She let her hair down and hoofed the little red loop over. Butterscotch leaned over and set it on the nightstand, "Okay, now..."

He spread his legs, giving her a perfect view in full light of what was tucked between them. "Get to work."

She stared at the bulging citron button of his sheath, the heavy balls resting over the edge that shifted with him as he wriggled into place, the sack forming lips as his balls dragged across the fabric. She scooted forward to kiss them, the rug teasing her lower lips, the upper ones smooching both testicles individually.

She closed her eyes to better appreciate the smell. It was of faint sweat and a lingering stench of sex from yesterday beneath honeyed soap and his natural aroma of vanilla and clover. Her snout pressed forward, wrapping itself in his boiling sack of its own accord, her nostrils sucking up the skin. She felt light-headed, spirited away to another time and place. This was punishment? No, Butterscotch, this was paradise.

Then her mane was in his hoof and she was pulled up, pressed into his sheath. "Stop wasting time."

It wasn't paradise. He was paradise. And her visit was conditional on his pleasure. Violating his terms earned punishment. She eagerly met them with an open mouth, closing it around his sheath, and sucking, tongue digging into the center, bathing in foul moisture and ringing the soft ridges of his cock. She scrunched, digging in. This was where she wanted to be, where she belonged.

Her hair hung loose in the air, Butterscotch's hoof holding it aloft. She heard his deep breaths. He was trying to resist her.

She rose from being seated to a squat, tail desperate. The faster he got hard, the sooner her ache would be cooled. She was going to make him scream. Make him hold her down and scream.

His cock rose to meet her tongue, setting it aflame. She hollowed her cheeks. His soft, flaccid length began to fill her mouth. Just as it pressed against the roof of her mouth, he yanked her mane, pulling her off with a pop. Her eyes flew open and she stared up at him, panting, betrayed. "Stop."

Her chest heaved, "But I—"

Butterscotch slapped across the cheek, shutting her up with a squeak, "I didn't say you could talk." He looked away from her for a moment, wincing, before his gaze returned, "Y-You're enjoying yourself too much. Have some modesty."

His cock continued to rise, the flare pressing against her chin, stiffening past it to brush her lips. She needed it. She needed to taste his pulse, for him to pulverize her throat, to bottom out of her gullet and fill her stomach with roiling load after load after load. How was she supposed to control herself?

She stole a lick.

He jerked her away. She cried out, her roots straining to stay planted in her scalp, "What did I just say!?" He wrapped her mane once around his cannon, hoisting her up until her forelegs had no ground to stand on. Another slap, harder. She felt the imprint of his hoof mark her. She couldn't stop winking, "Are you deaf?"

She shook her head, precariously balanced on her hind legs to relieve the love on her scalp.

"Dumb?"

She shook her head again.

"Then why didn't you listen?" He glared.

She paused, searching his angry gaze for an answer. He looked expectant.

So she opened her mouth to speak, and was met with another hair pull. She quivered in shallow orgasm, "You aren't taking this seriously. You aren't taking me seriously. Y-You're actually…” He gulped, “getting off on this."

She pleaded with her eyes. Butterscotch couldn't have second thoughts about this. He couldn't. It was perfect. She needed him to keep going.

The flustered stallion gulped, then hardened his voice and gaze once more, "Looks like I'm going to need to b-beat it into you who's in control, here."

She hung in his hoof by puppet strings. He lowered her, and brought her to the base of his cock with a hoof pressed against the back of her head. He wasn't completely hard. His twitching length hung in the air, arcing, the flare burning the spot between her eyes with every bounce. Her chin and the underside of her muzzle baked on two coals.

He let go of her strings and took his cock in hoof, raising it up to fling it down on the same spot, making her go cross-eyed as it hit. It felt like being slapped. He was thick enough for it to hurt if he wanted it to.

Her drunk eyes uncrossed and prayed, following his might up to the flare. It blurred in her vision as she focused on the stallion towering over her. There was a new emotion in his eyes, beyond anger, beyond pain, beyond disgust. Lust.

Yes. Yes! Crave me, degrade me, make me something obscene, Applejack thought. Ruin me, make me worthless, own me. Love me.

He must have understood her. He fully hardened and whinnied, sensuous breathing making her ears go haywire. He giggled, looking heady in a clouded gaze, as he brought his cock up once more.

"Sweet Solaris," he murmured with a smile. Mouth open and thought unfinished, he leaned back and brought his cock down hard on the tip of her snout. She half-whimpered, half-moaned with the sharp sting. He rocked his hips forward and back, running it up the bridge of her snout to press between her eyes. They were locked on the flare, crossing and uncrossing with its movements. A strand of pre connected the head of his cock to the spot between her eyes. He broke it by pulling back smacking her again, harder. He dragged his cock down one side of her muzzle and tapped it against her cheek. He brought it underneath, smearing pre across her neck before repeating the tapping on the other cheek. She sunk into her role as his playground, panting.

"Suck it."

All too willing, she reared back, bracing herself on the edge of the bed, and fished the flare down. Instead of moving her head, she lowered herself on her forelegs, relishing the velvet skin as it passed between her lips, pursing for a perfect seal and to feel the rigidity of his erection. She studied Butterscotch as she worked, delighting in the exploration. His hoof made her learn quickly to keep her teeth tucked safe behind her lips.

She also learned that he loved it when she shot down, swallowing him, and slowly pulled back up to the head with as much suction as she could muster, tongue shifting side-to-side up his length before working slow circles around the head.. She gagged multiple times in zealous inexperience when he tapped the back of her throat. She knew both of them could be brought over the edge if she could just make it past the medial ring...

She made a long, sweet moan as he cupped her skull between his hooves. His chest rose and fell. Their eyes met, "Take a deep breath."

He let her lungs swell before shoving her down, bouncing against the back of her throat three times from her involuntary struggle before breaking past the pharynx and being swallowed by the mucous-slickened walls of her esophagus. Tears welled in her eyes as his ring slipped through her lips and drove deeper. Butterscotch didn't let her get used to the feeling. He pushed deeper, then pulled her back, and repeated, bruising her throat.

She closed her eyes and concentrated on not vomiting. She could feel her empty stomach heaving. She was certain the retching motions of her throat was making him feel good. The thought of that made her squirt. She felt insane. Her hooves left the bed, giving control of her upper body over to Butterscotch so she could work herself with both hooves. They slipped over her, splashing in the puddle beneath her rump. Her lungs ached.

Meanwhile, Butterscotch whimpered with eyes wide shut, head tucked against himself. His movements grew erratic as he came close. Applejack felt the bile begin to bubble over, knocking into her neck with every thrust. A ball broke in and rolled up, the painful bulge rising to the cock in her throat. Simultaneously, Butterscotch hilted inside and bucked, gasping. The flood in her throat pushed the ball down. She swallowed the acid and cum, shaking in her own orgasm. He held her down, riding the climax out, and her vision became spotty, darkness encroaching as she hung on him, meat on a shank.

He pushed her off and wheezed, "Breathe." Unable to sit upright, she fell and gulped air down, the room spinning. Wild. Better than she could have dreamed. She felt less need, and more. She was on the precipice of relief. All that was left was being dicked down rough and this heat would end. She'd live.

"Bed." She wanted to. Oh, how much she wished she could hop right up beside him and flag, but she was still drifting down from her cloud. Her legs twitched instead of moved, red and sloppy face covered in a fresh mess of mane. Strands were sucked into her nose and mouth as she heaved. "Get up." She couldn't.

She heard him sigh and thump against the floor. He stepped over her, hooking his foreleg beneath hers and hoisting her up, grunting with the exertion. He threw her onto the bed and pinned her, her forelegs stretched across it and head resting on the edge, "Crawl."

She worked her hooves, grabbing at the mattress' cover and pulling, but got nowhere. Her hind legs floundered beneath her. Butterscotch pulled back and bit the back of her neck. She rocked forward, gasping.

He pulled her with care, giving her support enough to drag her barrel and belly up onto the bed, teats grinding into the edge. She let her hind legs drape, useless, and buried her face in crossed fetlocks. Her tail pinned itself to her spine. He crawled over her and she could feel his weight pressing her down into the soft mattress, his flaccid cock drooping against her slit, coated in mucous, cum, and her sex. She cast furtive looks with her head tilted. The angry edge was gone from his eyes and replaced with love. Her breathing stopped. She watched as his hooves traveled down her forelegs and he pulled them apart, whispering into her ear, "Kiss."

She turned her head around and gave it to him. Forced it on him. He retreated before redoubling his efforts and pushed back. She let him, let him enter her mouth when he wanted, let their fluids mix, let him do anything. Her reward was a hard cock pressing against her plush seal. She moaned into him and almost cried when he broke the kiss. But he had to rear back to line himself up with her entrance. That was maybe worth breaking the kiss for.

She propped her front up on her forelegs, head arched back in anticipation. She could see him moving his hips, the bob of his cock occasionally bringing it into view as he aligned. The moments were long and painful, sweat beading on her brow as she waited. When he looked satisfied, he thrusted, lancing her. Her head hit the mattress and she cried out.

He worked on a rhythm. She spread, little by little, welcoming him. It didn't matter how badly she needed it, the constriction clung to him and made his progress slow. She tried to thrust backwards into him, but her lower body had no energy to move.

She watched as he inched forward with his thrusts, walking over her, closing the distance between their lips. She propped herself up on her forelegs and leaned back to meet him. As soon as they touched, all resistance below evaporated and he bottomed out. She fell. He fell atop her, never breaking the kiss.

She winked madly. Held against the bed and assaulted on both ends, Butterscotch knew how to use his tongue, knotting hers with it. And there was power in his hips. He pounded into her, making her flanks shake and legs jitter in the air. His sack swung with weight, tapping against her blinking nub. And he didn't stop. He was constant, the pressure below her stomach building. He rutted her into the bed, smearing her across its surface. Her stiff nipples rocked against the fabric, tweaked by the edge. She got loud against his mouth as another orgasm hit. It didn't stop.

Then she could hear herself. He broke the kiss and pushed her head against the bed, then chomped the back of her neck. She got louder, and louder still when he ground the pinch of flesh between his teeth and slammed into her, hard and fast, bruising the bone. He snorted steam into her mane, hilting. Her wailing peaked with the first load and plateaued, screaming long after the last gush against her womb. She could feel her cervix lap it up, starving for a foal. She shivered beneath him in ecstasy, deaf and blind.

Relief. It finally came to her, with her. The ache gone, and in the afterglow of shared warmth and space with Butterscotch, she felt her thoughts begin to clear. The way he filled her felt like home. He softened inside her, but didn't pull out. It was bliss.

She nuzzled against his foreleg that crossed hers, humming, content. She wanted to stay in this moment forever. She crooned into his leg, "I love you."

"I didn't say you could speak." Butterscotch laid on the bed in front of her, wearing a malicious grin. She blinked.

Butterscotch was already on top of her. She felt his weight and looked over her shoulder, behind herself to confirm it. He was there. And he's also in front of her?

"E—" Butterscotch kissed Butterscotch, silencing him. Applejack hissed as he hardened inside of her, spreading her open again. She was even more sensitive now, even though the ache was gone. The mounting pressure inside her was borderline between pleasure and pain.

The Butterscotch atop her rose and pulled back, leaving her feeling cold, "Eris! What do you think you're doing?" The Butterscotch in front of her rose to his own hooves.

"Eri—" Applejack was interrupted by the standing Butterscotch in front of her booping her. She frowned through the scrunch.

"Did you think I was going to sit around in your ear and coach you without joining in on the fun?" The one in front of her, she noticed, was stiff.

"I had hoped you'd be able to restrain yourself, Eris!"

"I enjoyed the show, Butterscotch. Too much to not take part." He—she?—walked over Applejack, letting her—his? his sounded better—his cock hang in front of her, "And if we're all three going to become an item, shouldn't we get to know each other, myself included? Intuition tells me she'll be more receptive if I'm you."

Every time Butterscotch moved, he rubbed inside of her in the most teasing way. She writhed beneath them. He kneaded the bed beside her, "M-Maybe you have a point. But we should still ask—"

"—Applejack? I thought this was a punishment. She doesn't get a say."

"O-Of course she gets a say! We can't just spring this on her."

Eris stretched backwards, snout half a hoof from Applejack's. Getting a better look, she noticed his eyes were yellow with red irises. He smiled at her, "Don't you want to know what it'd feel like to be spitroasted by two Butterscotchs?"

She nodded before she consciously registered the question. And after thinking on it, she agreed with her body. The more Butterscotch, the better.

"See, it's fine! Besides, I'm sure she wants your seed to take. Don't you want to knock your little mare up?"

"That's n—ah!" Applejack squeezed tight around his cock. She thrust herself backwards onto him with a needy whinny. Ache or no, she was plain horny now. She cast her head over her shoulder, rolling it to remove the mane over her half-lidded eyes. She saw Butterscotch gulp. The ache rekindled. He scrunched his face, "Okay..."

"Great!" Eris sat down and wriggled forward, pressing his cock against Applejack's cheek. She turned to face it and licked the flare, trailing from the tip down to the base, burying herself in the similar scent of his balls. Eris caressed her cheek with a hoof, "There's a good girl."

Butterscotch gasped as she contracted hard with those words. He began to move, hooves pressed against her back, traveling down it to her rump, and up again. Applejack moaned into Eris' balls, the pair vibrating against her from the volume of her voice. "Get on it."

Applejack dragged her tongue up the length and took it into her mouth. She bobbed her head, seeing if what had worked on Butterscotch would work on Eris.

It did.

She wasn't sure what to make of that, so she ignored it. When she gagged, Eris wasted no time forcing her down. Her snout scrunched against the tuft of fur at his base and retched before being pulled back to the flare. She had time to breathe once before being forced all the way down over and over again.

Behind her, Butterscotch found a brutal rhythm. The back massage was replaced by swats to her flanks in time with her gasps of air, making her squeal each time, "Butterscotch, do that when I bottom out instead. It feels—ooohohoho, rapturous." She felt Eris' cock jump in her throat with her vocalizations.

Butterscotch began bucking into Applejack, his breathing ragged, "Eris, I—I'm close."

Eris said nothing. He got to his hooves and pulled Applejack off, holding her up by a twisted ear, an exquisite pain. She swallowed air between shudders. He walked over her, still tugging her ear, and climbed atop her shoulders. She took his cock in her mouth, and he thrusted down, stepping forward until her neck bent backwards. He released her ear, stabilized himself with his other hoof on her shoulders, and rammed into her throat with long thrusts, balls slapping her chin.

Eris did something that made Butterscotch bigger, too. Harder. Like when she had kissed him. He moved in a savage way with complete disregard of her, just how she loved it. She climaxed with Butterscotch, his love sloshing out of her and dribbling down her clit, down the inside of her thighs. This one was even more powerful than the last; she felt like she was going to die. He collapsed onto her, hugging her, crying her name as she constricted impossibly around him.

Eris lasted longer than Butterscotch. He was more violent, too, ravaging her throat until she puked, her cum-vomit only making his thrusts more feverish. It spilled out in sloppy bursts, soaking her muzzle, mane, and neck, running down the bridge of her snout to sting her eyes. The darkness at the edge of her vision came faster, dimming everything to dull yellow. Her front hooves kicked, weak, and she sobbed like a drowning duck around his cock.

He groaned in condescending pleasure. She was on the verge of losing consciousness when Eris' thrusts shortened, planting himself inside of her with the last few and cumming. His balls danced against her as they drained, shot after shot after shot bloating her gut until she was drooling cum, and she passed out.

* * *

When she came to, she was lying in a filthy pool of sex on the mattress, blinking curdled cum from her eyes. She felt the fluids still wet on her face, coat, and weighing down her mane, so she hadn't been out long. She felt stuffed, an audible swish coming from her stomach as she stretched, love leaking down her hind legs into the pool on the sheets. She also felt Butterscotch spooning her, holding her close, breathing in her mane, "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." She snuggled back, twisting her head to look at him.

He bit his lip, eyes shimmering, "I—I'm sorry, I got carried away. Eris did, too. She's making lunch downstairs. You're okay, right?"

"Better than I've ever been, sugarcube." She nuzzled his neck, "I love you."

He squeaked and hid behind his mane, "Y-You too."

She giggled, giddy. Everything fell into place. Everything was exactly how it should be. Her stallion was wrapped around her, his foals soon to be on the way. Their foals. And finally, finally, the heat scraping inside her skull and slit fell silent. She sighed, "I love you."

"Y-You said that..." He retracted his head, but she didn't let him get away. She pressed herself closer, flipping herself around with a slosh so she could be face-to-face with him. She rubbed her nose against his, eyes closed and smiling wide.

"I. Love. You!" She wrapped him in her hooves, locking both sets of legs around his back.

"I love you too."

She kissed him.

"Oh, no." He whimpered. Applejack felt him harden against her bloated stomach, and tightened her lower legs around him.

She licked her lips, "Wanna help me get cleaned up?"

Butterscotch made a defeated, deflating noise, "I can't believe both of you are insatiable."

"I'd better make a believer outta ya, then, 'Scotch. Let's git."