Applejack Jungle Adventures

Chapters

Chapter 1
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 2
Chapter 11

Chapter 1

In a world beholden to many secrets kept far from human eyes, there were few more isolated than the murky, boggy Toxic Jungle. A forbidden land with as much natural beauty as deadliness, it was the desire of every merchant in the Six Kingdoms to plunder its depths even once... A handful of the rare natural-evolved treasures from its deepest depths could make a man's fortune, and while there was normally no shortage of muscle-bound oafs willing to venture into danger to pad one's coin purses, not even the most glory-hungry of fools could be persuaded to readily venture into that particular hellhole.

The habitat itself was ferocious enough on its own, home to dozens of varieties of life-ending flora, but the beasts that prowled its undergrowth were the true reason men kept their distance. They had grown into frightening and fantastical beasts in the shaded darkness, changing to match their poisonous and deadly surroundings until they could thrive under the dystopian conditions. Slimy manticores sleeker and faster than their surface-dwelling counterparts... Bog-dwelling dragons made leathery and brutish from hundreds of generations of inbreeding with crocodiles... Bioluminescent insects that could pump out enough poison to fell an elephant! All of these and more lurked in the Toxic Jungle, running their own evolutionary lines completely undisturbed by the kingdoms of man.

The Merchant Prince Jordi had promised any adventurer who would venture into the jungle their weight in gold if they returned with the poison glands of a great beast known as the Morbusaian. He might have gone empty-handed forever, if not for the woman who knew no fear.

"’Reckon that bounty’s as good as mine. There ain’t a single critter in this whole dang jungle I need to fear, no matter how big they gettin’!" A boastful shout to nobody in particular disturbed the otherwise tranquil atmosphere of the Toxic Jungle. There, amidst the heavy brush and ominously-coloured flora, paced a lone woman. Not just any woman, but the renowned warrior -Applejack, beautiful as she was dangerous, powerful as she was arrogant.

But who could blame her? When you could physically look down upon others of your kind, and strangle monsters to submission with your bare hands, it was hard not to start to think that you were unbeatable. Applejack, once the strongest woman the world had ever known, had been visited by a great goddess of war in her youth, forging a pact that had elevated her to the status of a legend. With steel-hard skin said to be impervious to any weapon, and towering over even the tallest of men, if anyone could make the journey into those grim, blood-soaked depths, it would be her.

It was for that reason that the golden-haired avatar of battle wore very little. When arrows began to bounce off of her paradoxically supple flesh, she saw little need to cower behind armour. She proudly displayed most of her unblemished figure, the only exceptions could be traced back to feminine modesty, essential functionality, or a trophy of some sort. The vest she wore was among those trophies, it possessed a lengthy, mane-like shawl of dark fur, wrested from the Gore-Wolf that had previously been its owner. It hung loosely on her frame, never fastened, and for good reason. For in addition to her impressive height and awe-inspiring martial prowess, Applejack had been blessed in another way, a way that was only spoken of in hushed whispers, far from her earshot. Applejack's chest, simply put, was immense. Twin, wobbling globes that seemingly stuck out a full foot in front of her. They were only constrained by a bikini-like harness that tentatively bridged the collar at her neck to the leotard-esque leather garment around her bizarrely thin waist. It was said that wherever she went, her breasts were first to arrive, and looking at her, it was easy to believe.

And if her breasts were the first to arrive, Applejack’s ass was definitely the last to leave. Firm, globular cheeks bulged off her frame, no less diminished in their awe-inspiring size for a lifetime of exercise, but infinitely more toned and smooth. One could run their tongue over every last inch of those cheeks without encountering a single bump or blemish, only the flavour of bronzed Amazonian bitch. Coupled with a veritable mile of toned legs that extended from curvy rear to boot-clad calf, Applejack had inadvertently become the fantasy of many males throughout the realm.

For three days and three nights, Applejack tirelessly carried on into the deepest, darkest depths of the Toxic Jungle. She would have searched for as long as it took to find the Morbusaian, yet even her herculean body had its limits. Even the world’s strongest army could hardly march on an empty stomach and her supplies were being stretched thin...

To make matters worse, glimpses of a great beast came to her when she least expected them. She had discovered some time ago that the exterior of the deadly jungle that had claimed so many lives was merely the skin of a greater, more terrifying whole. On puncturing it and diving inside this core, the supple-fleshed warrior found she had plunged hundreds of feet down into a place almost like another world. In the darkness below, she walked paths that had never been touched by human feet and breathed musty air that had never entered the lungs of an outsider. Navigation was only possible by wavering floating lights, glowing fungus and her own keen eyes.

On the occasions where the light dimmed and she had only scant moments to hurry to another source, Applejack soon enough became aware of something large and primordial hunting her, waiting for an opportune moment to reveal itself. And as her hunger overtook her once again and she considered finishing her rations, it came to her.

On the fourth day, she found a great tree that glistened wetly with the layers of slime coating it. An interlocking criss-cross of hundreds of arm-thick green and purple vines hung on its great bulging bulk, pulling down branches and lending it a ghoulish appearance. The vines mummified the tree, holding it down to the earth.

As she approached, she caught sight of great bulging fruit, each blue orb the size of her head at the least, and some even larger. The smell was intoxicating, promising refreshment to her aching joints and her burning throat, and yet... As she stepped closer and seized one of the low-hanging orbs with both hands, something did not seem quite right.She paused just long enough to become aware of a scratching sound overhead, eyes darting skywards.

Two potent predators came face to face with each other.

The Morbusaian was a great and heavily-scaled lizard 18 feet long, with several long dorsal-fin spines ridged along its back. The brown-coloured beast had its fore, centre and hindlegs dug deep into the tree’s bole, keeping it planted firmly on the wood. It was hard at work pumping its magical venom deep into the tree’s sap system, flooding it with the magical substance that would bring the carnivorous beast a healthy diet of prey.

Applejack looked down at the fruit clutched in her hands and became aware of an oily substance moving under the skin... So this was how the beast hunted its prey! Her eyes then moved to the base of the tree, where dozens of animal skeletons were gathered around large, poison-swollen fruits with single bites taken out of them. She growled under her breath and cast it aside, reaching for her weapon.

And not a moment too soon! The creature unstuck its long, barbed tail from the three and swished the dripping, steel-coloured tip in the air malevolently. If she wouldn’t eat the fruits, he had plenty of other ways to inject her with poison! His bulk dropped from the tree’s trunk and hit the ground hard enough to dislodged dozens of vines, sending green whipping all around the pair. A quick duck of her head was all that stood between Applejack and having her skull smashed in as a green lasso went soaring over her.

The jungle shook as the monster roared, then began racing towards her on six strong legs!

"I reckon you'd look mighty fine mounted on my wall. Iffin' I had one!" The proud warrior never missed the opportunity to let out a boastful cry in the heat of battle. If it were not for the fact that the fiend had been charging toward her this very moment, she might have added a few insults about the thing's parentage. In any case, the barbarian was forced to bring her weapon to bear in preparation of the reptile's assault. The Morbusaian was in for an unpleasant surprise.

Such a weapon! Applejack clutched a tremendous, curved axe, as tall as a man and nearly twice as heavy, so large only the strongest of men could hope to lift it using both arms. Commoners had no chance of even that. And yet, here and now, Applejack lifted it towards the beast with a single hand, the enormous bladed head gleaming even in what little light the depths of the Toxic Jungle had to offer.

But even with her trusty weapon at the fore, Applejack could not simply meet the monster's charge with one of her own. While she could assuredly take no real damage from the monster from the outside, it's potent toxin could very well prove to be lethal, should it get it into her body.

She was in no hurry to test if that was true.

Jumping back, the amazon warrior dodged the Morbusaian's initial charge, circling around it as she waited for an opening. Its fangs and tail were equally discolored and oily, speaking of their virulent nature. She would have to treat this monster as if it possessed an equally-ravenous head on each end, both eager to bite into her flesh and have her join the numerous skeletons that decorated the base of that sweet-smelling tree.

The beast was content to circle with her just as tightly, angling its spined neck this way and that. It did not comprehend the nature of the glinting weapon clutched in her hands, only that its prey had it upraised between the two of them. It hissed at her in a long, guttural sound never before heard by human ears. It hoped to scare the busty one into lowering her guard and presenting something juicy to sink its fangs into, but she was a steely one. A worthy foe for itself.

The great monster rushed the amazon, throwing all its way into a berserker rush and hoping to overrun her. That gigantic bulk came crashing towards her, belly fat enough to leave a deep furrow in the dirt. The Morbusaian bulldozed its way across the clearing, tossing up clods of grass and moss and roots as it circled with her around the large tree.

Finally, it backed the woman's plump butt up against the bole of that ancient growth. The monster threw its head back, snarling, then pounced, launching ten tons of scales and slime and hungry lizard towards Applejack. There would be no time for another headstrong boast, or a proud taunt towards the vicious beast. Its nightmarish roar set a flock of birds to the air somewhere in the dense jungle above. It ripped stones and clods of dirt free of the steep walls around them, filling the air with a fine dust. The piercing loud wail left Applejack stunned, which was exactly what the Morubsaian had been waiting for.

The predatory animal circled around her, snarling and snapping each step of the way. Eventually it couldn't wait another moment and dug all six of his ferocious claws into the dirt, preparing to strike. The Morbusaian leapt straight towards the powerful blonde, aiming to sink its serrated, dagger-like fangs into her supple flesh.

But to Applejack, the airborne bulk was just a blur of motion and movement as she continued to reel. Precious seconds she needed to use responding were being rapidly burned up.

All the monster's considerable weight was behind this most decisive of strikes. but in what was perhaps the reptile's greatest mistake: It had underestimated its quarry. Applejack had not developed her ego from words and physique alone. She had built it over countless victories and conquests against both man and monster, some even larger than this one!

She had reeled from the shockwave of it's ghastly scream, but had recovered with just enough time to evade. Applejack did something she had done only a handful of times before: she knelt to another. As she moved downwards onto one knee, the lizard's trap-like jaw clamped over nothing more than a good deal of rotted bark. Before the creature could take another bite, Applejack rose, driving her knee straight into its underside. Organs and tissue it had considered safe from attack were now rupturing from the blow to its fleshy underside. It had thought itself untouchable, and was now paying the price! Its own reckless charge amplified the force of her blow, knocking the weighty beast onto its back. It skidded through the mud a good few feet before coming to a complete stop, belly upturned.

The largest predator in all the Toxic Jungle had met its defeat against a single woman, born of a mortal. Applejack was free to approach, as long as she was mindful of that whipping tail. The beast's eyes met hers and it let out a mournful cry, its last breath before she silenced it. Applejack ended the wretched thing's life with a single chop of her axe

The work of retrieving the poison glands was short and brutal. She made a quick incision in the throat with a hunting knife, working carefully. With a vista of reds and whites and pinks laid out for her, the barbarian sought for a fist-sized pair of purple, veiny sacks. Finding them, she closed her hand around the bulges and tightened her bicep, dragging them free. As she did so, slimy black goop oozed from the fleshy tubing hanging underneath. It splattered the carcass with foul-smelling fluids and she covered her nose.

Now all that remained was the trip back to the perverse merchant, where he would shower her in gold. She could live the rest of her life swimming in fine wine and food! If only she'd known of the danger lying in store for her! There was one more adversary waiting for the woman on the road back to the Merchant Prince's Keep. It was no beast of the jungle, but something far worse. For the Merchant Prince had rivals far and wide in the human world, and one such enemy, a desert princess, desired the poison glands for herself.

At that very moment, a human tribe living on the outskirts of the jungle were rousing themselves to the hunt nearby. There was only one place that allowed transit to and from the Toxic Jungle, and they knew the area well. When Applejack arrived, they were already waiting for her.

There was a sheer cliff face leading up and out of the Toxic Jungle. She could make the climb easier by using the thick vines and moss growing up the side of the cliff. If attacked, she could take cover in the dozens of trees growing along its surface. They had grown their roots deep in the cracks, making them longer and wider over hundreds of years.While Applejack stood at the base of the cliff, planning her climb, forty strong men were hunkering down at the top. The large dark-skinned natives had brought hand-crafted longbows. They rumbled with sinister laughter as they nocked arrows designed to fell elephants.

"Something ain’t right...." Applejack murmured in concern, several steps into her climb. Right when she was about to start planning as to what kind of delicacies she would treat herself to first, the barbarian had noticed there was something unusual about her surroundings.

Here in the heart of the Toxic Jungle she should have been able to hear the cries of birds, but her ascent was met with a deafening silence punctuated only by the clatter of small stones tumbling down from above. It was so very unusual, Applejack found herself gazing towards the ledge of the cliff... just in time for an immense arrow to whistle past mere inches away from her ear. It was followed by an entire wave of identical missiles, dense enough that they were flying towards her like rain.

"You jus’ made one heck of a mistake!" Applejack bellowed to her shadowed attackers atop the cliff. Clearly, she had walked into an ambush, and by a sizable force no less, if the amount of arrows sailing past her body was taken into consideration. It wasn't too surprising, the barbarian had been due for another sneak attack by those who wished they could be half as mighty as she. Applejack had stopped keeping track of the enemies she had made, they all underestimated her, just like these ones were doing now. They thought themselves unassailable atop the cliff, and Applejack an easy target in her climb. What they didn't know was that she could climb much faster when she was angry.

Each of the hunters had sacrificed years of their lives learning their trade. Every one of these men was a trained survivalist, able to live in the jungle as comfortably as his own home.They'd spent days hunkered down in the undergrowth, spying the deadly creatures that lurked on the outskirts of the Toxic Jungle. Each of them had felled, skinned and prepared creatures that the civilized people of the Celestine Kingdoms told their children about to scare them into behaving

It had all been to prepare for moments like this. After years of hunting the world's deadliest game, they could nock an arrow, aim and loose the string almost entirely by muscle memory.

Applejack knew she had to move quickly if she wanted to engage them on the summit. At least there they'd be fighting on even ground. The path to the top of the cliff was treacherous, but with no other options, she began to climb, ducking her head under arrows or deflecting them with her steel palms.

The rock was craggy and provided frequent handholds, and once she was climbing amongst the many trees growing out of the cliff, their branches began to absorb fire intended for her. A single arrow would never be enough to kill the greatest warrior the world had ever known, but it could slice a tendon or leave a hand too wounded to get a firm grip on the rocks.

Soon, she was halfway up the cliff's face, the ground a vertigo-inducing splotch below her. Applejack paused in her climb to wipe the sweat from her brow and snap an arrow wedged deep into her bicep. The muggy air made her muscles ache and her vision teem with illusions. How easy it would have been to just let go and fall!

Then, the woman realized the fire had temporarily stopped. She cast her eyes upwards to see the natives were changing their tactics: a felled log, thick around as a man's body, had been brought forwards and rolled to the edge of the cliff. The angry fiends were gathered around it, shrieking insults in their native tongue at her before they hurled the log straight down at her.

When Applejack suddenly found her position on the cliff unnaturally shaded, she had to give them some credit. Their back-up plan wasn’t half bad. She had been gaining ground on their position despite the hail of over-sized arrows, but a glance upward revealed something that would be a bit trickier to surmount. Had she been on the ground, it would have been child's play to simply catch the log and toss it aside. But with three limbs relegated to keeping her position on the cliff secure, catching the immense length of timber was not a viable solution.

Acting mostly on her honed instincts, Applejack tensed her muscles, and lunged towards what she hoped was a handhold towards her left, the sudden burst of movement sending countless pebbles falling toward the ground in a potent example of what could very well happen to her. But the barbarian never once contemplated a chance of failure. Instead, she tensed her formidable muscles in her right arm, mustering all the strength she could… before planting a resounding palm-thrust into the left side of the heavy log. For a moment, all it's momentum seemed to have been halted, as if the blonde had caught all that wood in a single hand.

But then the log tilted vertically, the brunt of its weight spinning away from Applejack. it tumbled harmlessly to her right, and it became clear to the men she had deflected it with a well-placed strike. Was there nothing this woman couldn’t do to foil their efforts?

As an echoing crash resounded up the cliff, Applejack's enemies began to peek up over the ledge, to see if their gambit had bore fruit. Contrary to their expectations, they could not see a sign of the towering blonde's body...until a muscled arm reached up and grabbed an unlucky soul by the collar, easily pulling him over the edge to meet the same fate as the log.

Applejack had made it to the top.

The air was still as the big-breasted beast of a woman hauled herself all the way up onto solid ground. The clearing was dotted with dozens of large, dark-skinned natives, remorseless pigs who wouldn't rest until they had her head on a pike. Their bloodshot eyes were bulging; a mixture of confusion and rage overtaking the men.

She heard the sound of an axe clearing its belt-loop to her right moments before thudding footfalls forced Applejack to action. She dove to the side and tucked her head in, hitting the ground arms-first and turning it into a sprawling roll. The practised motion saved the warrior woman's life as the axe sliced through thin air. With honed reflexes, Applejack leapt to her feet and braced her back against a sturdy, lichen-choked bole.

"What sort of monster are you?" roared a man. His voice was almost drowned out as another dozen arrows took to the air. The sound of splintering wood filled her ears.

The climb had left her woozy and slow to respond. She didn't have the energy for another dodge like that for the moment. Applejack's arms and legs were screaming in pain. The urge to simply give up and fall to her knees was there, lurking in the darkness. She could easily surrender to the searing sensations in her calves and forearms and collapse.

But even a moment's rest would be the death of her. Time to rest? There was no time for anything but fighting and dying in the Toxic Jungle. She would not die here, her fate was much grander than that. What she needed was a distraction, something to buy some time.Her eyes turned upwards to the ancient tree she was braced against. Why not return their previous favour?

"The strongest sort, I reckon!" Applejack shouted back, before tightly gripping the tree’s trunk. Since she’d started using it as cover, the great rotting wood had become increasingly arrow-laden, until it was totally inundated with sheafs intended for her.

To an outsider, it might have appeared the barbarian woman had finally lost her mind: her posture made it clear that she was trying to uproot a tree with her bare strength alone, despite it being near a size and a half larger than the log she had been 'forced' to deflect. Just overcoming the impressive collection of roots that maintained the tree's irrevocable hold upon the earth was beyond mortal means.

However, as Applejack grunted and pulled, the inconceivable happened. The tree shook. Then it moved. And then, with a symphony of echoing cracks and thunderous booms, the enormous tree rose up from the craggy ground they all stood upon, its snapped and twisted roots the only indication it had ever been planted there in the first place. Slowly but surely, Applejack became visible as the busty barbarian herself proceeded to heft it up over her head with a root in each hand, a wicked grin upon her face. This wasn't the first time she had improvised a weapon, but it could have very well been the first time she felt so good about it.

"Alright then. Which one of y'all has the spine to try me first?"

The men's training and martial prowess meant nothing against this level of strength. They witnessed the fury of a God, as if it were something taken from their dreams and fantasies, brought to the here and now. Applejack was exerting her impossible strength on real, physical things they could see and touch.

The men’s hearts sank as an almighty groaning and creaking of wood reached their ears. The tree's roots were being hewed in half, or ripped free of the soil wholesale. The foliage overhead heads rustled, the long shadow being cast over them changing with the flow of light winds.

It all came with eerie clarity. All the details they were forced to acknowledge settled on their minds with a sickening weight. An act of strength that simply should not be possible forced its way into their reality. They could see their lives ending in those bulging female muscles and those cool, almost-relaxed eyes.

Her new weapon in hand, Applejack was free to face down her enemies on more even grounds. Their numbers advantage seemed to have lost its weight. Back when they'd accepted the job they'd laughed at the idea of sending fifty men to kill one woman, and yet... How many could she kill with one swing? They were just normal men, a blow from the tree's thick trunk would shatter collarbones and break spines.

And then there was the economy of the weapon. How many men could she hit with one swing? As she watched them, tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth, she wasn't contemplating their strength as enemies. She was figuring out how many she could hit with one swing.

"Draw your weapons!" roared their chief in their harsh tongue. Applejack knew only the basics, but even then she could easily detect the quavering in his words. "Spread out! Go in all at once!"

One by one, steel blades glimmered in the afternoon sunshine as weapons were drawn. Weapons forged by master craftsmen were pitted against dark, wet wood, thick around as a horse's stomach and coated with moss and bugs. The silence was pierced by the angry growling of men who wanted to cheat their fate. Resentful of the woman's absurd strength and beauty, they charged her all as one.

"All at once!? Why... Yer jus' making it easy for me now, fellas!" Applejack roared in laughter, adjusting her titan-grip upon the base of the tree as the first of her would-be assassins appeared to have stepped into the range of her improvised weapon. Their plan was to swarm her in close combat, under the assumption that the mighty tree she hefted would be too cumbersome to use with so little distance between them. However, the natives had severely underestimated the strength of the barbarian they now faced. With little more than a shift in her posture and a well-placed foot to brace herself, Applejack started her first swing far earlier than any of her enemies imagined was possible...until now.

Coasting mere inches above the ground, the enormous tree was swung in a wide arc in front of Applejack, catching a good manner of brutes in the side with all the force of a siege weapon. The lucky ones were either forced to the ground or knocked aside, undoubtedly suffering the kind of broken bones that would decidedly put them out of commission. As for the unlucky ones...they were taking the express route down the side of a cliff in a matter most ironic considering their earlier assault. One swing. One swing was all it took to dispatch a whole squad's worth of trained fighters and mercenaries. There were still many left, however, and to their credit, they had barely slowed their charge even as a good number of their brethren had been taken down so quickly. They had wagered that there would be no way for Applejack to reverse her weapons momentum in time to strike them as well. But to their horror, they realized all too late that had never been Applejack's intention. Continuing her swing much farther than was necessary, the amazonian warrior did not stop.

She was coming back around for another swipe.

Like a trained caber tosser, Applejack made slight adjustments of her feet with each turn, keeping her centre of gravity lined up with the end of the weapon orbiting her body. Whenever one of the tribals got close to her, she shifted away, half-leaping, half-staggering, across the open field. Their commander was too stunned for words at first, simply watching his organized rows of men be sent flying to the earth and sky.

When he finally found his voice again, it was with a great shout. "Back away! Archers, take her down!"

By the time he gave the command, however, the dozen or so archers were among the last fodder at his command. Each man among their number had been handpicked for the task of archer, chosen for both the immense forearm strength necessary to draw their great bows, and the height of a giant, so as to be able to hold the weapon steady and not scrape it along the ground while firing. Like their fellows, they were among some of the best in the world.

Applejack let out an almighty bellow as she came to a standstill, feet spread far apart. Her immense chest was heaving with the incredible exertion of her action, dry mouth sucking in full lungfuls of air. A wall of arrows took to the sky, casting a long shadow of her form.

In place of the cries of a wounded beast, they merely heard a series of dull wooden thuds as the arrows pounded home into the trunk of the upraised tree still clasped in her arms. Applejack lowered the now-studded bole and began judging the distance between herself and her enemies.

"You oughta reckon somethin' less wasteful than expensive arrows when I gots something like this! Here, lemme do you an honesty and... give... them... back!" she laughed. Applejack taunted her determined foes, widening her stance. She had to admit that she was a little impressed they hadn't all turned tail and fled at the sight of a good number of their comrades being flattened or knocked skyward by the tremendous tree she wielded. Clearly, these weren't her typical would-be assassins and opportunists who frequently dogged her in her travels! But the prospect of a challenge only enthused the amazon to fight even harder than before, and it soon became clear that she had adopted the unusual stance for one purpose alone. She was about to throw that very tree like the largest javelin that ever was.

Applejack could see the look of confusion on her enemies faces. It was one thing to hoist or swing the tree, but to attempt to launch it the great distance that stood between her and the gathered archers? It was impossible! Absurd! And yet, as Applejack dug her heels down into the earth, she prepared herself for it's launch. Unimaginably powerful muscles tensed up her body, carrying a force that originated in her legs with the forward step she took, and traveled all the way to her arms, which compelled the thick tree to move. In less than a second, it had left the barbarian's grip. A moment later, it was more than a foot in front of her. Another second after that, it was already halfway towards her enemies, careening at a velocity once believed to be unobtainable...

The Commander of the small unit of tribesmen went to hit the dirt a little too late. The tree struck him in the shoulder, and he crumpled almost instantly. His body hit the ground in a heap, and the men around him were thrown into a panic.

"She's a monster! A real monster!"

Lesser warriors might have turned and fled, but these honourable brethren seemed content to tough it out to the end. With her improvised weapon out of her hands, the playing field was a little more level, and the remaining swordsmen could close with her, while the archers continued to fire volleys from a distance.

Applejack soon found herself in close quarters with three berserkers. On any other battlefield these tall, shaven-headed brutes were titans able to knock down multiple men at once with their sheer strength, or send them flying like ragdolls with a single punch. Each was a scion of his house, carrying a uniquely forged blade with their family's insignias on it and a multitude of carvings and beads that each told a story. They had fought in countless theatres of war as highly-sought mercenaries for their great size and strength, and yet the tallest of them still only came up to Applejack's shoulder! But still, fighting all three at once would be suicide. Applejack backed away, looking to use the terrain to her advantage, which made them pause a moment. One called in his tongue for archers to fire, and a wall of fire locked off an entire avenue of escape to her.

"The poison! Who has the poisoned arrows?" growled one of the men as he pounced on her, double-fisting his sword to bring it down on her weapon. The blow would have broken an ordinary man's arms, but all it did to Applejack was make her feet sink into the mud a little more.

Poison! Sure enough, on his word, the other archers parted to let through a young man who looked like he had no place on this battlefield. He was more of a pack animal than a soldier, with six bags around his hips and multiple pouches hanging from his chest. He buckled under the weight of an immense backpack bristling with supplies. The small, freckled figure with locks of bright-red hair looked out of place amongst all these brutes. He dropped the backpack and began digging inside, fishing out quivers of arrows for the arrows that dripped a cloying purple fluid. The rare and precious tree-sap they coated their arrows with was the most valuable man-hunting resource they brought to bear, with all the trees of the Toxic Valley together only bringing up a small jarful a year. Now they threw it around like candy, and she was all the more in trouble for it!

"Poison? Listen, sugarcube, you really think I'd'a come to the Toxic Jungle if I were afraid of a little poison? You're gonna have to do a whole lot better'n that!" Applejack shot back.

While knocking back another one of their berserker's furious blows, she caught a glimpse of some unassuming figure scurrying around the remaining archers. The amazonian warrior had taunted the mercenaries with the futility of their latest gambit, but in truth, she wasn't actually certain if she was impervious to the effects of toxins. Certainly, she possessed the strength to crush boulders and a body able to shrug off any mundane weapon, but she had never exposed herself to venom to see if that superhuman resilience extended to an attack from the inside.

This, coupled with the fact that her melee opponents were refusing to back away even knowing that they'd be in the target area of said poison-tipped arrows, meant that they were willing to lay down their lives if it meant taking her down. They were unrelenting with their attacks, even as it seemed as if all it was amounting to was a momentary distraction. But at the same time, that's all it would take to let one deadly arrow pierce her skin, and send it's lethal contents coursing to her heart. Applejack had to act quickly. Finish the ones close up, and then make the survivors regret not being cast down sooner, when she was in a far more favorable mood...

The first Berserker made a misstep a few minutes into their fight. Weary and worn down from his blows missing their target by inches, he stepped into a position where he could use his blade to block if need be. It was a clumsy move not accommodating for a superhuman opponent, and Applejack was quick to take advantage.

A two-handed overhand swing came down on the man. He raised his sword to attempt to parry, only realizing his folly at the last moment. Applejack's mighty axe struck his weapon with a great ringing sound, followed by the unmistakable gut-churning ringing of his sword shattering into a dozen fragments. His cry of pain and fear was abruptly silenced as Applejack sliced through his armour and into the muscles beneath.

She had conquered dozens of powerful foes today alone, felling some of the strongest warriors this jungle had to offer, yet the busty, heavyset Amazon still wasn't permitted a rest. Her muscles were still being galvanized to war, no matter how much they ached.

A volley of poison-tipped arrows were let loose at her current location, the Amazon evading all but one of them. The satisfaction of evading strike after strike was suddenly cut short by a prickling sensation on her arm, and then the feeling of blood mixing with the unwanted foreign substance. With her accelerated heart rate in the midst of combat, the dirty dark liquid would flow through her body even faster, shorting out light and life with its passage.

She had no way of knowing if she'd live through this. The thought that her life was over, and continuing to fight was pointless, flitted through her mind, only to be instantly cast aside! It was not an Amazon's place to choose when her fighting was over! She would continue to crush her foes until none remained!

Applejack knew that whatever toxin just had been introduced into her system could not have been good. Her mind initially raced with what could happen as a result, jumping from total paralysis and suffocation to a messy liquefaction of her innards. All imagined possibilities ended with her untimely death, and yet, faced with this, the barbarian smiled. If death was inevitable, there was no reason to hold anything back now. Letting loose a fierce battle-cry that could shake even the most stalwart of knights, Applejack barreled onto the second berserker at a breakneck pace, and put everything she had in a horizontal swing. Her bald foe didn't even have the time to attempt to block the strike with his weapon, and Applejack's battleaxe barely slowed down as it passed through one side of the man's abdomen and exited the other, effectively separating him from his waist down. His body spun in the air in a gory spectacle, blood spraying from both severed stumps and splashing crimson on Applejack's body. As the last of the berserkers witnessed this, he faltered for a single moment, his sense of self-preservation resurfacing when faced with this avatar of slaughter.

The Amazon took advantage of this momentary hesitation, and was upon the man in the blink of an eye. Only, instead of striking him down with her bloodied axe, she grasped the man's throat with one of her hands...and went straight into crushing the life out of him. He dropped his weapon, scratching at the iron grip around his neck to no avail. Denied of air, his flailing body eventually twitched to stillness, but by then Applejack had already begun to pace towards the archers that had shot her, still carrying the dying man in her off-hand. This band of mercenaries might have finally condemned her to death, but they would regret their cowardly tactics for Applejack was determined to make every single one of them perish before she could expire. The archers were next...

The barbarian woman hit the archer's like a stampeding elephant. She struck a felled tree with her feet and leapt, long golden hair fanning around her shoulders as she passed through the air. By the time she'd touched the ground, two of the archers were rolling on the ground, clutching broken arms.

The mountain-woman whipped this way and that, dishing destruction on the gathered men one by one. Those closest to her drew knives and short blades also coated in the poison, but despite the sinister flow of dark liquid through her veins, the woman had barely slowed a bit. Attempts to strike her from unguarded angles ended in flashes of her ensorcelled steel.

The fight was all but over and the men were finally breaking. Those that could still run did so, careening away through the bushes and undergrowth, howling in fear. The others crawled or hid themselves in the undergrowth for fear of retribution.

Applejack stood at the centre of the fading whirlwind of violence, surrounded by broken trees, cracked rocks and the remnants of her foes. A great dust cloud hung in the air, whipped up by the woman's great energy alone. She sucked in great breaths that made her chest heave. Hard-formed abdominal muscles tensed and untensed. She tossed her head and breathed a great sigh.

Her vision was dimming, but if that was the worst she had to expect then the storm was truly over. Compared to felling the great Morbusaian and battling a whole troop of jungle-faring predators, a three-day hike through a mosquito-infested jungle in the blistering heat should be easy.

The warrior woman was turning to go, when she heard a little whimper just out of the corner of her hearing. It came to her slightly slower than usual, no doubt an after-effect of the poison in her body. She whipped her head in that direction in time to see the small red-haired man from earlier. He was standing on a small rock, a bow clutched in his hands. He looked unsteady and afraid, like he might drop it at a moment's notice.

"Sorry," he said quietly, cringing away from her like she might just go ahead and choke the life out of him then and there. He released the bowstring.

Applejack's vision blurred for a moment, her stomach lurching. When she came to again, three or four entire seconds had passed. And an arrow was poking out of her belly. The young tribal watched nervously, ready to run at a moment's notice.

"Ooh, I had just 'bout enough of this! You'll regret that, runt!" , Applejack growled angrily, once the shock of being punctured by yet another poisoned arrow wore off. She had completely forgotten about the younger man in her rage, faced with almost-certain death, she saw no reason to pay any attention to somebody so plain and feeble. After all, what harm could he do that an entire troop of battle-hardened mercenaries could not? As Applejack lowered her hands to grab at the arrow stuck in her abdomen, she had discovered that her expectations had been succinctly overturned. The Amazon's mind raced at the improbability of the situation, that she could actually be harmed by this supplier. Only the combination of masterwork arrowheads and the near-superhuman strength of the archers had managed to make one of the toxin-slathered arrows pierce her skin, there should not have been any way for this whimpering rodent before her to do the same! It was then that Applejack considered the poison running through her, and the fact she had relaxed her body upon believing that all her foes were dispatched. Be it by one or the other, or perhaps a combination of these two factors, she had unknowingly exposed herself when she let down her guard...and was now paying the price.

Unwilling to let such a puny man be the one to end her legend, she cast a baleful glare towards the one perched atop a rock, and stomped towards him, battle axe in hand. Almost immediately, Applejack realized she had reached the limits of her strength with her body under assault from the inside. She ponderously trudged forward as if her legs were mired in the thickest swamp, and her struggle to breathe reminded her of the trek in the thin-air peaks of Valtear mountains. Applejack attempted to heft her battleaxe as she drew near, but when her arms failed to lift the weapon again, she allowed it to fall to the ground behind her. She didn't need a weapon to beat this brat! The Amazon was nearly within grabbing distance, all she needed to do was reach out for him, whereupon she could practically crush him beneath her body weight alone! Only, as she reached out toward his trembling form, grasping his heavily-pocketed coat, the world began to spin and the ground came rushing toward her.

Everything went dark...

Chapter 3

The three stepped out of the tent and once more into the Toxic Jungle. Unlike the poisonous, smog-choked depths Applejack had braved less than a day ago, the sight before her now was a warm one of green fields and tall, strong trees wrapped in vines. It was completely at odds with the misshapen and choking kudza she'd previously waded through.

This was tribal territory, and it was well cared for.

Bow, Applejack and Mare made quick time through the jungle, sticking to an untravelled path that Mare explained was unbeknownst to her fellows. It was a peaceful hideaway where she often came to seek refuge from the rigours of being a medicine woman. They traveled for some thirty minutes through the undergrowth, descended into a dark chamber where sunlight did not pierce, and came out in a beautiful cavern where an underground river ran.

It was such a radiant and peaceful place. After having been in the Toxic Jungle for the last week, the cavern was like a different world. Shadows of the river's rushing surface danced along the smooth blue walls, visible through a web of interlacing vines that had penetrated through cracks in the rocks in search of fresh water.

The sound of rushing water was interspersed with an intermittent drip-drip, droplets easing from the cavern's high ceiling and tumbling onto glistening rocks and the backs of lizards and fat frogs.

The water looked cool and inviting. It warmed Applejack's heart to know that even in a place like this, something so naturally beautiful could exist. The subterranean river radiated an aura of tranquility and purity, two virtues definitely in short supply this deep within the Toxic Jungle. Applejack noted that the water completely lacked the sickly colors that were so common in the tainted rivers that ran throughout the region. She felt safe assuming it was clean enough to drink from.

Mare began helping her charge out of his clothes to bathe. His brown chest, tight and narrow, was bared first, then she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his shorts. She glanced up towards Applejack with a smile.

"Shouldn't you perhaps relax and undress as well, warrior woman? Do not concern yourself with the threat of enemies. We are very safe here."

"We’re really safe here?” Applejack asked in her typical, surly fashion.

When Mare nodded, the barbarian seemed to reach an accord. She sagged, tension leaving her body. “... Then I reckon I might do just that."

Applejack reached around herself for the multitude of fastening points that kept her mostly-leather armor bound to her amazon-like figure. As the blonde continued to unlatch or unbuckle everything on her person in a well-practiced display, it wasn't long until the battle-worn armor slid off of her frame, revealing the toned flesh underneath. Thanks to her patron Goddess, Applejack possessed no sign of scarring or blemishes upon her fair skin... making the mark of that Goddess stand out even more. The barbarian never really considered it, and would loathe to admit it, but her body bore the signs of a capable mother long before the recent blessing, which could be construed as a way of hinting at things to come.

However, now that the goddess had placed Applejack on this course, her chest had blossomed noticeably. Before she removed her armour, she happened to be placing the tremendous mounds under considerable pressure: they wobbled freely on her chest immediately following release.

It was a safe assumption to say that she would have to find new armor for her shifting figure soon. Especially if Bow's seed took root as easily as she imagined it would.

However, no smiths worked this far out in the wilderness. Applejack put the moot issue aside for now, and slowly dipped her bare feet into the water. She shivered from the pleasantly cool sensation upon her skin...

"Now this... This I could grow accustomed to..."

Mare slipped off her garments as well, taking far less time with her brief tribal wear. In other words, her single piece of clothing - a shawl that hung loosely off her colossally-fecund frame - dropped to the cavern's floor in one smooth motion. When she stepped out of it, a breathtaking vision of fertility emerged.

With such a gentle and warm face, one would be forgiven for thinking Mare would have the demure curves of a woman half her size. But she was much larger than that.

Mare was all soft, luscious, shimmering meat. She was built like the cattle of the Equilonian plains, with broad shoulders enveloped by her silver hair and a prodigious, gluttonous belly that had swollen from countless nourishing meals. Her breasts were large and heavy-hanging, pulled down by sheer weight alone. The absolutely-stuffed milk-canisters didn't just slap lightly together as she daintily crossed the room in a heel-toe walk, they audibly sloshed with the rich milks flooding their insides. Her tits were the biggest her frame could possibly support, resting on her gut with saucer-sized nipples slightly-downturned.

Her thighs and bottom rounded out her figure in exactly the same way her top half had. Mare didn't just lack a thigh-gap: her brown legs were so thick that she stood with her feet wide-apart. Her soft pussy, rendered as plush as a cloud from countless years of heavenly blessings and more mundane moisturizing and care, was sunk deep in-between, inviting horny males to push her great legs far apart and catch one of her many, many eggs with even a drop of sperm. "Hyper-fertility" was a term fitting this great breeder of a woman perfectly. Applejack could see her own future reflected in the gravid woman's form.

"Does my figure surprise you, Barbarian? Do I more closely resemble a beast of burden than a woman in her prime? Hm-hm-hm. I was as slender and well-built as you once upon a time. In my teenage years. Then pregnancy and childbirth came, and with it, my mobility. I became softer, yet also firmer in places. I grew a little at a time. Some years later, after my twentieth child, I was too large and heavyset to participate in our tribe's raids any further. I finally surrendered to my life as a broodmare. As I ceased my struggles to maintain myself, I grew only larger and rounder."

Had Applejack heard her right? Twenty children had been born from that womb, possibly more? This woman might just be as fertile as the Goddess herself!

Mare followed Applejack into the water, her ponderous movements sending tremendous ripples through the waters. She came and stood behind the much-younger woman in the water, cupping her shoulders and massaging them gently.

Mare inclined a hand to small Bow who stripped off as well, wading through the water towards them. He came and stood before Applejack, shivering in the chilly water... His silky-soft, smooth and brown body was defenseless under the harsh, freezing temperature of the cavern, lacking the size and padding the two females possessed.

Bow looked up at Applejack as he clutched his arms about his torso, fighting not to shiver. It was possible that cute men like him needed the protection of amazons and heavyset milfs more than anyone else.

Mare raised a hand to Bow, inviting him closer. He stepped forwards, and it dawned on the pair of large women that he barely came up to either of their chests. So tiny! Mare pressed into Applejack from behind, guiding her to her lover. "It is time to complete your pact, Amazonian. Become a mother."

"N-now? Right here?" Applejack asked in disbelief, as she switched the focus of her green-eyed gaze, alternating from Mare to Bow repeatedly. It was not often the blonde felt chills racing up her spine, but now was truly one of those times. Not from fear, or the cold water which lapped at her muscle-bound thighs, or even the prospect of doing something with this rather meek looking man. Applejack had shivered at Mare's tale of bearing an incredible amount of children in a relatively short amount of time, which resulted in the fertile, full-bodied figure that now squished into her backside. Running the math in her head, it was easy to conclude that Mare had been pregnant for pretty much every waking moment since the first time, going straight to bearing another brat within weeks of pushing out the last one! Looking upon Mare's bare body, Applejack had no difficulty believing that had been exactly what had occurred, turning a once-proud warrior into a broodmother. A woman who only knew bearing children over and over.

This had all been accomplished without the aid of any divine power. With Applejack and Bow sharing their brand, even greater acts of fertility were possible. It had already ballooned the barbarian's bosom an incredible amount, after all... even before she had touched a single drop of virile seed. Faced with this fact, the blonde came to that all-important realization that had left her faltering where she stood.

She would become an even bigger, better breeder than Mare.

The thought alone nearly compelled Applejack to flee right then and there. But before she could even go as far as to lift one water-slick leg, a strange hunger made itself known deep within her center. Too low to be her stomach, she knew Mare's prophecies were turning true. Applejack would crave Bow and his seed.

"Mmh... C-come here, Bow. You... uh, you look cold..." she tried.

Mare smiled richly. "Yes. Go to her, young man. Embrace your destiny."

The water swished about Bow's trim waist as he made his way towards Applejack. The lapping tide parted for his abundant thighs, then quickly closed in behind to plant watery kisses on his plump rear end. So cute. His body was a delight to tempt women, and he would doubtless grow only more attractive from basking in the energies of Applejack's "curse."

By its very nature, the Goddess's spell was designed to make the chosen warrior pregnant again and again and again, by any means necessary. Therefore, the possibility of the magic altering Bow’s body to suit Applejack’s tastes was very real. Would he become larger and more muscular, striking an imposing figure to rival her own? Or would he become even smaller and softer, paralyzing her with a maternal need to protect her charge?

One thing was certain: the spunk factories dangling ominously under Bow’s studding member would bloat indulgently, recklessly, swelling faster than perhaps even she could keep up with. And it would persist until Applejack was with child. Ejaculations on the hour, every hour, splattering everything in sight with semen... waking her up in the middle of the night with wild humping against the meat of her ass. It would eventually affect his health, the man barely able to walk or stand even as his nutsack grew larger and larger and larger, cum churning around cum...

But there was no need to fear such an outcome. They were together, both deep in the throes of child-making lust. Applejack succumbing to broodmaredom was only a matter of time.

Bow planted his face against Applejack's iron-hard washboard stomach, hands gripping her prodigious and prodigy-bearing hips and thighs. His big fat member hardened against her thigh, leaking seed into the water... seed that could have been going into her. An irritation flashed through the woman, and Applejack realized it was not her own. Her mind succumbed to animalistic hunger, distorted by that damnable Goddess into acting more and more unlike herself. She acted more like the person Mare and the Goddess both wanted her to become.

Bow stood on tiptoes, attempting to wrap his arms around her heaving bosom and give it the rough manhandling it deserved... but his outstretched arms barely reached the Amazon's bust. Pouting, he leaned into her, idly grinding his hips on one of her enormous thighs, mewling quietly... and for him it already felt ten times, or a hundred times, better than any single sex act he'd ever performed with Mare. It felt as if their bodies had been made for each other... that their bodies were becoming a perfect match for each other. The Goddess's will was strong, and Bow and Applejack were the vessels she would use to fill this world with her progeny.

"Take him into your arms," whispered Mare. Her voice was drawn, full of anxiety. Her legendary fertility, the greatest in all of her tribe, felt like a drop in the ocean compared to the divine power pouring out of Applejack right now. The air around the couple dampened with magic.

Only physical barriers remained between ovum and sperm. On every other level, they were linked by fate.

Applejack frowned.

"Agh... C'mere, you little... thing," Applejack sighed, completely bewildered by the sensations and thoughts which coursed throughout body and mind, yet compelled to do just as Mare instructed. Bow left her reeling and confused, like an avatar of contradiction. He combined all the presence and menace of a puppy with a thick organ better suited to a titan several times his size. If Applejack were so inclined she could easily break him in two with but one arm, and yet he still wielded a 'weapon' fit for the gods themselves.

Bow gently laid his hands upon Applejack’s battle-honed body, attempting to climb higher up her towering form. That inability to get to grips with her was again heavily contradicted by the way his second head leaked a heady trail of swimmers. He could not possibly climb her, yet his sperm would effortlessly climb to her eggs if given the chance.

It was enchanting. She wanted more. She gave him more.

As Bow’s hands vainly grasped towards her in hope of reaching the overripe, forbidden fruits of the barbarian's chest, they soon lowered into reach. The blonde grudgingly could not resist his innocent look any longer.

Applejack coiled a muscled arm, nearly as thick as the man’s waist, around his back. She casually ushered him closer to the weighty orbs swaying before him. More than double-handfuls before, each of Applejack's breasts had become sizable pillows in their own right when she had awoken this day. Their wobbling softness rendered them incomparable to normal women.

She knew that having those knockers would make swinging her axe around awkward until she got used to them... but what the barbarian didn't know was how sensitive they'd prove to be to Bow's needy groping. Despite having given a taste to disproportionate pleasure from the humping her thigh had received, Applejack was still caught completely off-guard. When those fingers sank deep into her fertile flesh, the intensity proved to be overwhelming. Applejack’s stoic, surly look replaced itself with one of lip-biting desire in only a matter of seconds.

Applejack drove her cushioned chest forwards, engulfing all of his hand within those globes. She could not have done that before... she absolutely had grown considerably. Soon she would definitely surpass Mare in size.

"Lawdy! Is this what contact with the chosen one feels like!?"

Behind her, Mare nodded sympathetically. "It will doubtless take both of you a considerable amount of time to grow accustomed to it... Your bodies will be in a state of near-unbearable pleasure until then.”

Mare licked her lips, a sly smile spreading across her face. It was unusual to see her showing so much emotion after having been so restrained previously. "The first childbirth will be your true test, Applejack. You had best bring your greatest mental reserves for that battle, or its possible the pleasure will break your mind for good."

She trailed her hand along Applejack's perfectly-formed abs, drawing her fingers in and out of those rocky crevices. "And then you'll end up a slave to Bow's member... unable to do anything but breed and breed and breed all day long. It would be quite a shame if carrying on your legend fell to your myriad daughters prematurely, wouldn't it?"

Applejack struggled to remind herself it was the Goddess's influence doing this to her. That devious deity had always had this in mind for her. Right from the start the Goddess intended to seek out the woman with the most raw power, the most strength and size on the planet and trap her in a contract! She'd promise any treasure or any blessing if it meant she would eventually arrive at this moment...

This moment, where Applejack would end up on her back, legs in the air and ankles locked behind a male's rear. Cute as he might be, Bow represented the lock on her holding cell, the implement that would ensnare her in the life that her goddess had intended for her all along: one as breeding chattel.

Despite this, he wasn't in any kind of position to control her! Quite the contrary; while she wilfully signed and agreed to the terms of this contract, the man in her arms now had never intended for any of this to happen. He had simply been defending his tribe from an invader, and just look at him now: pressed into her gloriously fertile body, the brown angel's tongue rolled out of his mouth in a mindless ahegao. His eyelashes fluttered, then hooded prettily. He lost himself to the pleasure of his mate's body, able to exert as much force and control over her as any pleasure toy she might mount and thrust on to satiate her sexual buzzes.

He had fallen into a destiny as a cum-cow, the means to deify Applejack’s womb.

Applejack hoisted Bow up into her arms, his entire lithe body sandwiched between her colossal cow-udders. He allowed it to happen. His raging hard erection flattened against her firm, tight tummy as he held onto the miniature giantess tightly. He wrapped his arms around her expanding bust.

Bow took full advantage of his position to grope Applejack’s fat knockers, much like a thirsty baby would. He buried his whole head in his fated partner's cleavage as if he sought to hide in her depths.

His every movement sent those salaciously-large knockers wobbling for a no-less-indecent amount of time. A part of Applejack could only wonder how Mare dealt with the constant jiggling and the unwieldy weight hanging so high upon her frame. The rest of her simply thought how good it felt when Bow squeezed their doughy expanses as much as his comparatively-tiny palms could manage.

Mare lightly massaged Applejack's back, squeezing her shoulders and coaxing her to relax. There were many kinks of tension in the young woman's back, many knots in her muscles that would be familiar to the dark-skinned ex-warrior Applejack rested against.

So she worked on Applejack from behind, helping the natural paths in her body open up, freeing the flow of the magic within her to move more naturally. The Goddess's spells had much ground to cover in fully infusing Applejack with fertility, and Mare was a natural accessory to it happening as smoothly as possible. Each time a knot cleared under Mare's delicate hands, the blonde amazon would feel another pulse of pleasure deep in her womb, growing more fully into her role as an eternal breeder.

"You will make a magnificent mother, Applejack. This incredible body is genuinely suited to the task... Far more than battle."

She squeezed Applejack's hips, once again marveling at their great size. "The Goddess... I feel she knew exactly what she was doing when she selected you for the role of bearing her followers. This body would have naturally fallen into the role of a great mother of children without any input from her at all. In growing to be a powerful warrior, you have worked against your destiny every step of the way."

Mare smirked. "Well, fear not. Once his member has sunk into your warm depths and your eggs are crowded in seed, your tiring, uphill battle will finally be at an end."

By good fortune, at that moment Bow's member came incredibly close to doing exactly that. His large member's tip grazed her engorged labia, dragging from bottom to top along her flush pussy's right lip. Even under the water, the contact made her flesh sizzle, the near-miss enough to make her salivate in anticipation.

She lowered her defenses. The more Bow played with her big, milky tits and nozzle-nipples and ground against her, the more sloppy Applejack became in protecting herself. It provided him with the opportunity he needed to take charge of the situation... and he started to climb. His feet already dangled in the air near her hips, but he went higher still.

The Amazon went back and forth between gasping and hyperventilating, driven even more wild by Bow’s touches. Bow carefully tightened his grip on Applejack’s bosom and lifted himself slightly higher. He scaled the mountain.

Soon, Bow was high enough to have an arm laying on top of either tit. When their faces drew level, he waited until Applejack was at her limpest, then dove forwards. He locked their respective lips together, plunging his tongue as far in as he could manage.

He tightened his grip on Applejack as he attempted to tonguefuck the much larger woman, pushing himself into her mouth. It was a silly, yet adorable, effort to assert himself. In contrast, her tongue could have slid all the way down his throat, soundly embarrassing him, but she chose not to. They both closed their eyes and batted their tongues against each other, bringing their partner the pleasure they craved.

Lights danced behind their eyes as pleasure rocketed up and down their bodies. This was already the greatest pleasure either of them had ever experienced! How much better would sex feel?

Applejack, in particular, was left stunned. A virgin she might be, only by consequence of no man being fit for her, but she was certainly no stranger to carnal pleasures. She had touched herself plenty of times, body shaking with carnal pleasures... Applejack realized, to her horror, that none of those times even began to compare to Bow's tongue pushing past her full lips. All those nights alone might as well have been spent scratching her back. The sensations rocking her body were beyond anything she could have experienced without him.

It was so much that Applejack began to feel weak in the legs. She might have fallen, had Mare not supported her from behind... whispering yet more obscene words about Applejack’s irrefutable destiny as a cock-crazy breeder as she did so.

As Applejack listened to Mare, she knew it would take all her determination not to end up as some simple-minded thrall that only lived to gleefully make babies... but mustering that determination was easier said then done. Right now Applejack struggled just to remain standing as her face remained firmly adhered to Bow's. She tried to ignore the sensation of Bow’s wildly-disproportionate cock... which - from the prodding she had endured - seemed to already be expanding its prominent girth and length.

Mare put her head on Applejack's shoulder, looking down at the man alongside her female companion. He chewed his lip, drooling and panting. Bow was completely unable to cope with the new sensations overwhelming his body. "I appear to be spending all my time with you, Applejack. Perhaps I would be better off helping you sandwich him. Then, I could hoist his bottom and, hnnh, insert him deep inside you."

She leaned in to plant a fat red tongue on Applejack's cheek, at the same time she flattened her bosom against the amazon's back. Fresh milk squeezed out, twin streams of Mare's product oozing down Applejack's back as she licked up and down the blonde's face. "Would that suit you? Are you ready for your trial to begin?"

"Huuaah... I shouldn't... I am... I'm a warrior, y'hear?" Applejack babbled incoherently. She still reeled from the shock of having had Bow's thick cock dance around the entrance to her oh-so-fertile insides. Bow might be a lusty mess cradled in the capable blonde's extraordinarily strong arms and fat chest, but the barbarian didn’t fare much better. She struggled to form even the simplest of sentences.

It seemed her fate had been sealed the moment she allowed him to come in contact with her powerful body. Applejack felt herself changing subtly within; steadily losing control of her actions. The brands that the amazon and Bow shared would likely have seen them coming together as such sooner or later, but all the blonde could think about at the moment was how this 'bathing' had so very little to do with washing... She was soaking in sweat and Mare's warm milk. The feeling of which coerced Applejack to shudder as she thought what a potent warning it was as to the bounty her own wobbling bust would produce before long.

Knowing full well that she carried with her an ability to surpass the already-outlandish Mare, Applejack thought to pry Bow apart from her... but her body absolutely refused to listen. Instead she found herself spreading her legs a little wider in direct contrast to her earlier protestations, waiting for the all-important moment where Bow would plunge deep inside her.

"By the way, there's something I've been thinking about..." whispered Mare in a soft voice, speaking directly into Applejack's ear.

With her strong hands, Mare reached around Applejack's body. She thrust her corded black muscles under Applejack’s armpits, thrusting them forwards and forcing the other woman’s arms away from her body. The path to her brown-capped melons was open, and Mare's fingertips now danced in the air above them. She drummed on the amazon's massive tits for a moment, testing their firmness, before she ruthlessly dove in on them.

The tall, dusky blonde found herself forced to watch in what felt like slow-motion as Mare's fingertips went from their light prodding to stretching out across her wobbling rack. But the real shock and pleasure began where her palms slapped home and she began to grasp. Her chest was callously manipulated by the woman twice her age... she was handled like slutty, cow-like livestock! And rightfully so! With a bosom like that, the axe-wielding barbarian was one cruel, strong-willed master away from being pregnant and mooing in a cow-print bikini.

She'd be pregnant by the end of this either way, belly crammed with the babies of a capable and hung male, but at least she wouldn't be getting to that other perverted stuff just yet! She could retain her fire as a barbarian, and put off a happy life as a docile, man-serving fuckpig for a little bit longer.

Without any warning, Mare held Applejack's chest in a tight grip, squeezing with all her might. The amazon's soft bosom flooded over the tops and bottoms of Mare’s hands. More bronzed flesh went upwards, rushing towards Applejack's face, squishing her cheeks with her own over-abundant breasts from either side. She could barely see over them as Mare displaced Applejack’s chest more and more!

"Aren't these truly huge tits? They might be one of the largest pairs I've ever laid eyes on, short of my own... And they'll only continue to grow from here on, you know?"

Once again, the barbarian had to face the fact her bust had become enormous overnight. More to the point, her assets were a mere fraction of the obscene globes they could be. It worried her greatly that even this deviant elder with a chest ripped straight from fantasy could candidly say Applejack possessed one of the largest chests she had ever seen.

Being told they would only grow larger in such a casual manner stung immensely. Not only was the amazon still struggling to figure out how she would adapt her fighting style to accommodate knockers at her current size, but deep down she knew every word of it was true. If Mare managed to obtain mounds of such absurd size naturally... what did that say for Applejack? She had her whole youth ahead of her, as well as an enchanted mark from her goddess to help things along the way? She had no idea when they would stop growing, or if they even would at all during her lifetime, cosigning her to live the rest of her days as every bit the bovine Mare insinuated she was!

And while she mused about being a bovine, Mare continued to treat her like one. Applejack gasped as the older woman once again sprung into action. For such a self-confessed cock-loving old sow, the finely-aged Witch Doctor knew a thing or two about manipulating the bodies of women: she spread her fingers out and clenched Applejack's soft bosom. She was instantly rewarded for her efforts, as copious amounts of soft-as-silk titflesh spilled out between each firmly-pressuring finger. Mare acted like she appraised them... and cooed under her breath when she found them not wanting for more size or weight.

"It's truly barbaric of you to inflict such a gigantic chest on such an inexperienced young man. I must help him come more to terms with the cow you are, if he is to properly tame you in days to come."

As her small male lover watched, Mare drew both of Applejack's breasts out, lifting them by the nipples. She released them, and they slapped back down with a pair of loud claps.

"Or do you expect me to come running again whenever he requires my help with you?"

She guided Applejack and Bow to the water's edge, and instructed the man to take a seat on the cool rocks. The cavern’s shifting lights played over Bow’s chest as he looked up at the two huge women.

Mare pressured Applejack forwards. “Go to him... and ask him for more of what I just gave you.”

"Ask Bow to... handle me... in the same way that you just had? Now you just listen, that... that ain't right for a warrior like me to... haah..." Applejack had already been murmuring beforehand, but now her voice trailed off completely. She peered between Mare and Bow inbetween frequent gasps for air... her recent fondling session had left her winded and flushed.

The odds were stacked against her. Angering Mare at this stage was an unwise decision. But on the other hand, Bow was just one man. If Applejack could willfully taunt scores of savage warriors, decimating them all and coming on top, she could definitely endure whatever he had in mind, couldn’t she?

Emboldened by this thought, Applejack forced her curvaceous form to cease shuddering. She turned towards her punitive partner with an authoritative glare. What came out was a request, that in the end more closely resembled an order.

"Bow, sweetie, I need you to do what she just did to me... To my chest... Please."

How well-spoken! Even someone like Bow, still being taught by the ropes of how slutty and luridly-forceful women could be when the heat was on them - and they hunted for cum - would be unable to mistake Applejack for anything other what she was: an outrageously-fertile broodmare-to-be. She could be impregnated from a single drop of spunk swimming purposefully into her womb... let alone the gushing, sloshing deluge he sorely wanted to pump out!

The over-endowed jungle man had been in a fully-consensual and lewdly-adult relationship with Mare for as many years as he could remember, making him no stranger to sex and fucking, but he'd never even once seen his well-mannered and docile lover and mother-surrogate quite as in-heat as Applejack was now.

Just looking at her quaking body inflamed with lust, her cartoonishly-huge bouncing tiddies... it had him confused as to where to even begin handling such a great amount of bitch! As he puzzled over her, glancing unbelievingly between Applejack and Mare, his pecker stood up and throbbed at full mast. It was dying to fire out every last drop of his thick, gooey seed where it could do the most good.

Bow urged himself into motion, hands stretching up and out. He reached for the lewdly-dangling tits suspended between woman and man. Applejack lowered her back a little towards him, making the tits so previously malleable in Mare's strong hands form intimidatingly-huge bell-shapes. It wasn't anything like sag - it was doubtful the Goddess would permit Applejack to have a single blemish or imperfection on her figure. It was simply the weight. She aggressively thrust breasts so heavy Bow couldn’t lift either one with both hands at him. He reached up and out.

Of course, Bow's fingers were so short he could barely get into them at first. He applied pressure to the flesh around her saucer-sized areola with his fingertips, and found her body firm and unyielding. It was only when Bow flattened his palms on her titties and spidered his grip out across her mammaries that he made headway.

Seeing his hands laying on top of her bosom, fingers stretched as far open as they could be, he felt like a bold explorer of a mysterious, and dangerous, new country. The feeling redoubled when he pushed a little more firmly... and fingers vanished altogether. Tit swallowed them up on either side.

In fact, the only indication he had ever had hands at all were his wrists sunk inches into Applejack’s mighty melons... This might be harder than he'd thought!

Bow knew he had to succeed in bringing Applejack to heel. And not just because it would feel good to sow his seed inside of the thickly-built battle-honed warrior woman! If that were all he wanted, Mare could easily just wring him out into Applejack's pussy herself.

No, he had to do this because the Goddess herself made both their bodies hurt and need and hurt again... And it would last until they had become one. Until their minds and souls were joined in a singular purpose.

Bow began to move his hands inside of her squishy breasts, growing more accustomed to the differences between her tanned chest and Mare's black-fleshed rack. He went from just exploring to stimulating, and Applejack found herself exposed to a pleasure she couldn't possibly have been prepared for. As her slutty body had grown and become more sensitive, Applejack had found Mare's touches had felt better than any of her other lovers, but this... Being touched by her chosen lover with the intent to arouse her felt like it melted her brain. Just his fingers lightly brushing her nipples brought her dangerously close to her first of many, many, many orgasms.

"Whoa there, li’l fella! Woo lawdy, how could this - by my chest...?" Applejack groaned. From the moment Bow's hands found purchase on her abnormally tremendous bosom, the blonde had to grit her teeth. She fought to stop her eyes rolling back in her head... and even then she started to drool.

Applejack had no frame of reference for pleasure like this. No experiences existed to compare to this toe-curling pleasure which had her shuddering in seconds flat. The only thing that came close had been a run-in with a strangely garbed and head-shaven man from the east, whose quicksilver jabs with his fingers somehow temporarily disabled one of her arms... but never in her life had she had her whole body incapacitated with but a firm squeeze!

It crushed Applejack to know that she had somehow developed a pair of enormous, wobbling weak-points that would only become weightier and easier to grasp with time. She could only take solace in the fact that the sensations were more bearable when it was people other than Bow. It was unlikely she would be crossing paths with people as dirty-minded as Mare often in her travels ahead... however long those lasted.

But as Bow drew close to the iron-hard tips of those breasts, Applejack felt a warmth deep within her, one that built to unfathomable intensity. Even partially dipped in the cold water lapping at her thighs, she swore she sweated already. Had she been submerged deeper the water might just have started steaming.

Just as Applejack was about to plead with Bow to perhaps slow down, and give her a moment to catch her breath, a stray tug on her left nipple pushed her beyond the brink of some strange threshold to which only she was privy to... Her churning desires reached a white-hot peak. Soon, the evidence of her rampant lust gushed down her obscenely-thick thigh in periodic squirts.

"C-can't endure... this is too much! I...aaahn!~

Once again, that sultry sexpot Mare was on Applejack's back. She laughed at the trumped-up strumpet's obvious discomfort. There was an odd catharsis for her in watching the woman who had defeated her tribe reduced to this blubbering little sex-bitch by the touch of one so much smaller than her... It was simply shameful, and it made her cackle duskily in that muscular bitch's ear.

"It's good, isn't it? And this is only the beginning of your slavery to him..."

Mare trailed her fingers around Applejack's body, like she was laying claim to all that supple, well-formed flesh. She drew a circle around that waspish waist, then fully traced the curvature of the warrior woman's beastly, overgrown hips. "Maybe you should take a moment to envision what it will truly mean for you when that sticky-fingered runt is blasting his seed deep in here..."

She planted her black body against Applejack's browned flesh, reaching between the amazon's legs. Without so much as a request, her questing fingers located the eager, drooling mound of Applejack's pussy, fishing for that undefended hotspot. She peeled the light-toned flesh, easing those strong, thick lips apart, and flashed the vibrant pink depths within to Bow. "Look... Look at the colours running across her flesh, the skin so engorged and fat it's near-red. Mmhmhm, this is how you know the she-bitch is fully prepared for her impregnation. And all those thereafter!”

Up until now, Bow had remained sitting on the water's edge. But now he slipped into the cool water again, kneeling slightly. His eyes widened as he looked closely at the engorged pussy that waited for him.

In another aspect of the Goddess's curse, clear fluids dripped copiously within its folds. Applejack's body was more prepared for sex than ever, watery sheets of female fluids oozing down her lips and soaking into the water.

Applejack’s confidence was compromised after having already experienced Bow's touches. Those had been on her rather sensitive and absurdly-fat chest, but they had at least been outside her body. She couldn't imagine it compared to the stimulation between her legs.

So she protested.

"No... Not there! I... I ain't ready t’ - nngh!" Applejack pleaded.

She didn’t get to finish her sentence as Bow grazed a few of his nimble fingers against her red-hot folds. The resulting pleasure lanced up her spine. The powerful barbarian seized up on the spot.

Bow looked back up at Applejack with a mixture of awe and confusion... and then slowly dipped his fingers into her depths. "Mm..."

Applejack’s thick, muscled thighs, powerful enough to allow the blonde to perform unnatural leaps and bounds, quick clamped down around Bow's hand at his touch. Applejack was bewildered by how quickly she leaked, secreting so much love-juice Bow's hand dripped with it in a matter of seconds.

To expose a young man to such an oversexed hole! He looked positively overwhelmed as he gently explored her body. Nonetheless, he cooed in approval.

Applejack reeled. Never before had the barbarian believed she possessed a weakness of any kind. But with just a number of well-placed fingers, she had been reduced to a shivering mess. She had to grit her teeth to keep her mind clear.

Still, this did not leave Applejack completely witless. A thought was very clear in her mind, one that sent an ominous tingle up her chiseled back. If this was merely a prelude to the true event to come, would any amount of time prepare her for it? Applejack had seen that obscenely large 'weapon' Bow carried between his legs. Once it was guided toward her aching sex...would she be able to endure?

Behind Applejack, Mare grunted. "Perhaps it's time you two went on to complete the deed, mm? I will allow you some privacy, hohoho~"

She released Applejack, slipping her enormous figure away through the water. Turning her head this way and that self-consciously, the Barbarian realized Mare had vanished altogether, doubtless continuing her bathing in a separate part of the underwater cavern.

So Mare wasn't even staying to supervise: she left Applejack and the man alone, doubtless to go mad together, to enter a truly-depraved breeding frenzy.

It was humiliating in its own way: the old tribal woman fully trusted Bow to subdue the “invader”. Applejack was a world-renowned, fearsome predator of men, with enough strength to break Bow's neck in a heartbeat, yet here and now she was considered so weak, so helpless, that even someone like Bow could keep her under control. Her growing, lewdly-developing body was her captor now, the chains that kept her locked to this man.

As she was no longer being supported by a certain dark-skinned sexpot, Applejack shook unsteadily upon her feet. She slowly rubbed her legs against Bow's arm with need.

Applejack had ended the lives of so many men of Bow and Mare’s tribe. Now the new generation of tribals would be cultivated in her hyper-fertile womb.

Chapter 4

Impregnation should have followed smoothly from there on out. But despite the pair being otherwise united in this goal, Applejack hesitated.

Was she having a crisis of conscience at the critical moment? Was she not prepared for a child filling her belly?

Whatever the reason, Applejack remained at the centre of the pool. She carefully considered her next move, steely muscles clenching and unclenching in deadly repose.

But while her mind raced, it clearly wasn’t quick enough for Bow. He was not to be denied. Exerting a lewd power over his pet Barbarian, he took charge of her commendably.

Bow still had two fingers inside of Applejack’s engorged lower lips. Now he used them to hook into her, fingers sinking into the swell of Applejack’s throbbing clitoris. A primitive sensation shot through her whole body, stifling her cries. Applejack’s powerful physique, bone-breaking muscles and all, went as limp as noodles.

She panted, shuddering in disbelief at how her body reacted. How could Bow control her to this degree, with just two of his fingers?

It was why she couldn’t be happy about Mare’s sudden absence. The witch doctor had only left them alone because Applejack required little effort to control. Any noncompliance from her meant risking more of that pleasure. A few flicks of Bow’s fingers would send her crumpling to her knees, paralyzed with shocks that assaulted her mind and numbed her body.

Disobeying Bow was not an option in her current state. The blonde Barbarian had been on the verge of eliciting some very questionable moans for the last few minutes now, but her desire only intensified whenever he actually touched her.

Bow seemed to be fully aware of it, too, judging by the way his eyes shone with delight. He now possessed a strength over Applejack typically off-limits to young men. He wished to exert it over her as much as possible.

He flexed his fingers again... and another pleasure-spiral struck Applejack with mind-numbing force.

With slight adjustments of his fingertips inside Applejack’s honeyed depths, the fellow guided his woman like a dog on a leash. If she didn't follow him to the water’s edge, he could tease her more, flooding her brain with endorphins and leaving her drooling.

So on she came.

Soon, he had turned their order around, him trailing behind Applejack as he walked her like a show-pony. But watching her walk ahead of him turned out even more distracting... The sight of her immense, muscular buttcheeks proved too much for the brat, because he immediately buried his face in them. He huffed her creamy, flawless flesh with all the restraint of a dirty old man.

Applejack grunted in alarm, but then heaved a sigh of relief right after. What transpired between the cheeks of her toned, tanned booty was fairly inconsequential compared to what had transpired so far. He moved about, kneading and squeezing her glutes, pushing her forwards... But mostly it gave Applejack a much-needed reprieve, the pleasure more bearable than anything he did to her pussy.

But at the same time, it gave her an entirely different cause for concern. Applejack couldn’t shake thoughts of the brat grinning back there, plotting away while he nestled deep in the pillowy confines of her powerful posterior. He must be teasing himself with thoughts of all the fun he was about to have with his newly-acquired livestock.

She tried to tell herself he was just as much a victim of the curse as she was, but it was a weak lie. He was just a horny shit who wanted to fuck Amazon pussy. And she was in no position to discipline or humiliate him for it... she was rendered unable to resist him by the Goddess’s magic, sweltering under its power. She sorely needed the fucking he wanted to give her.

Presently, for whatever nefarious purpose he had in mind, Bow finished guiding Applejack towards the water’s edge. She gulped. For a supposed innocent, Bow went after her body with a dogged determination.

Applejack immediately voiced her disapproval. "Just what are you planning, kid? Ain't you... Ain’t you had enough...?"

She watched silently as Bow pulled himself up and out of the pool. He planted his fat butt on the stone floor and wiggled his legs. Ripples passed over the lake's surface in his wake.

Bow moved without awareness of his sexuality... making his actions extra lewd! Like when he climbed out of the pool, he gave Applejack an unexpected treat by spreading his legs wide open.

Inch after inch of overdeveloped, oversized dick hung before her eyes, fresh droplets of water still trickling from the plump sausage... dripping all the way down to the tip. Bow hauled his potent nuts free right after, a great splosh following in their wake. In the end, he displaced enough water extricating that healthy package that Applejack’s chest was left soaked in its wake.

Soon, Bow had his cushy tushy perched on the lip of the naturally-formed underground lake. He looked up at her expectantly as he splashed in the current... mostly at her chest.

Applejack finally connected the dots. With Bow sitting on the edge of the pool and her standing in it... her big, heavy breasts were on an even plane with that turgid, intimidating member of his.

Well! With the way the cutie's cock pulsed, he obviously only had one thing on his mind. Applejack realized her lover wouldn't be happy with just pussy-sex... Few things beat fucking a soft, warm pussy, but it looked like this brat wanted further treatment as well. He wanted to be completely spoiled by tits.

Yes, this brat wanted first-class service. He would settle for nothing less than the soothing embrace of Applejack’s immaculate melons.

On the one hand, a deviant like this was the worst sort of male... a dirty animal who used his member as a way to degrade and pervert females. But on the other hand... Wasn't his cock so cute? It twitched hopefully under her gaze, standing up solely in praise for her body. She'd been the one to make that cock so huge, and sooo angry-looking and horny.

"T - Tits..." he gasped, fingers questing for her warm body. She was only mildly surprised that an angel like Bow could speak so crudely, but Mare had clearly been thorough in the man’s tutelage. She had taught him things most men never thought about, let alone demanded in such a manner.

As much as Applejack would have liked to resist, she hardly had the ground to do so. She could only remain standing because he was playing with her like a toy... If he worked deliberately to arouse her again, she would be done for.

"I... I should have known... I reckon only a real deviant would be asking for something like this... Now how's about I just... Hmm..."

Partially due to fear of Bow bringing more debilitations to Applejack’s body, and partially due to some bizarre infatuation with his charm, Applejack went along with his command. She brought her obscene udders well within his reach. He kicked his legs as Applejack she brought those reddening tits closer by the moment.

Her chest filled Bow's vision. Big, pale and blushing tits... The water had left her melons so shiny he could see his own drooling reflection in them. He leaned closer until his nose nestled between them!

With him sitting on the edge of the water, his throbbing stiffy was aaaalmost at her chest-height. Heaving titties and cock were both staggeringly big, doing their best to bridge the distance between their bodies, but he was still quite the runt! So she had to dip down a little to brush them against his member.

And then Bow’s lap was full of tit. Applejack met his eyes, looking for the telltale signs of a man made happy by giant breasts.

He gasped as they touched down on his steely rod. He trembled and arched his back. He thrust at her boobs coyly, raking his pulsing head along their gentle curves, curves promised to take care of him. He looked up at her imploringly as he panted and thrust without dignity, humping her body the way only a man could.

In any case, with her super-sized melons resting squarely upon Bow's lap, he was well on his way to getting exactly what he wanted. Applejack had been told that she was due to grow even more, a fact which was further hammered in as astonishing, considering that her fat tits were already so hefty they spilled over the sides of the man’s legs. The barbarian blonde was naturally large, but with her chest having caught up (and then some!) thanks to the Goddess' blessing, her bosom appeared poised to smother her fated partner outright.

It was only Bow's staggeringly-disproportionate member that reminded Applejack that this was no normal man. The manhood in question jutted out a good deal from her tit-embrace, looking the part of a monument towering over its nestling confines.

Just feeling that blood-engorged cock throb against the bare skin of her breasts was enough to make Applejack’s breath catch in her throat. She could have just squirmed anxiously... but she knew Bow required her to move. A titfuck constituted far more than just wrapping breasts around a member!

She also needed to pump her marvelous chest along the length of Bow's pride for it to really be considered proper man-service... She just hoped she could keep her wits about her as she took hold of the sides of her chest...

Applejack used her body to get off a man.

This was what all men needed! An Amazon lover that towered over the greatest of men, let alone him. Goddesses of muscle and curves in equal amounts, waiting on their smaller masters hand and foot. Obeying their every order, surrendering their every decency.

She clutched her own tits around his horny pole. She used the grip that had clutched battle axes and blades of a thousand makings, climbed snow-capped mountains to their summits, and closed tight around the throats of Kings and beasts alike, to cup her generous breasts and squeeze his cock between them. She sent the prized body of a powerful woman spilling all over his lap.

Every thrust of her milky breasts around his throbbing hot member had the man mewling. He became drunk on the knowledge that the world's greatest body was being used as his masturbation fodder, to wring his seed out. Applejack's steely and scarred body, forged in the fires of countless battles, would be used to catch leaking seed.

"Uuu.... Mmmm..."

Bow seemed as if lost in a trance. His eyes fluttered back into his head as he pawed at Applejack's huge, doughy breasts. He couldn’t believe their heady mixture of firmness and silky-softness was real... It was a treat tens of thousands had dreamed of, but only one would ever experience.

The brat moved his hips faster, his toes sending ripples through the water below as he wriggled his feet. "Ooh... Ooh... Mmm..."

Before Applejack's eyes, that devilish shaft tensed up. The man’s face had no guile to it, no ability to suppress his emotions. Raw, naked pleasure was clearly painted on his scrunched-up face. It coupled with the unmistakable consternation of one warding off their own orgasm for as long as they could. How cute... He was holding back his semen, wanting to enjoy his fiancée's tit-job for as long as he possibly could. What women wouldn't take pride in that?

The big balls nestled under Bow's pole churned faster and faster. Doubtless he possessed enough white goop in each cumshot to completely soak an ordinary pair of tits... But would even his fountaining seed have enough volume to plaster, and cover, the mighty Amazon's sweat-glistening curves under a thick coat of cum? Surely that was a battle he couldn't hope to win.

"I can't believe... this s - sniveling whelp... hah... could bring me so low!" Applejack grunted. She unceasingly continued the erotic service she had administered for long, breathtaking minutes. Bow’s cuteness coerced her to continue, the mighty barbarian not once considering she could stop at any moment, like the proud warrior in her heart would want. Leaning down this close brought Applejack's nose close to her partner's outrageous member, and it further intoxicated her senses until she couldn’t think of anything but this. His member’s heady musk confused and ensorcelled Applejack every time it rose from the inescapable valley formed by her immense knockers.

She had initially believed no man would be able to thrust his length into her newly-formed bust and emerge on the other side. But now, not only was Bow proving the barbarian wrong, but she was caught off-guard by the sensation of his weighty balls slapping her chest’s underside with every thrust. She wondered how Bow managed to avoid passing out... when the runt was burdened with a monster so proportionally enormous.

Between that throbbing, and the look of resistance on the almost-innocent man’s face, the mighty warrior could tell her partner neared his limits. Applejack put up a brave front, but when rubbing on that shaft made continual jolts of pleasure coursing up her spine, she wasn't much better off. She only disguised her arousal through the pool she bathed in: her love-juices indistinguishably mixed with the lingering traces of water droplets on her form.

Soon, Applejack felt Bow's impending climax growing moments away. Just a little longer and he would erupt from her chest like a geyser... and try as she might, the barbarian babe couldn't resist the trembling head of that cock.

She decided to go all the way. His member appeared irresistible, and as it beckoned her to bring her lips closer and closer, she obeyed... and gave it a little lick. Mare had mentioned Bow's seed being addictively delicious, so perhaps allowing it to glaze her chest like a pair of enormous sweet-rolls would be wiser... and yet Applejack’s body overflowed with stimulation to the point where it seemed to move on its own. Head pounding, heart throbbing, she dove in, slurping and sucking on his thick rod over and over.

That took care of her master nicely. The man gazed longingly up at the great chest mashed around his cock, able to feel every inch of her Goddess-blessed rack in contact with him. His dick grew larger, forcing her breasts apart, fattening up with an incredible volume it sorely wished to disgorge. As they both looked on in awe, Bow’s pendulous nuts cooked up a veritable storm of babymakers.

"Uuuuoooooh!" With a cute cry, Bow released a cascading torrent of lewd white seed from the depths of his heavy, lengthy member! As if angered by the absence of a fertile pussy to unload copiously into, his cock jetted a tidal wave of seed directly into the air.

In hindsight, perhaps Applejack should not have brought her face so close to Bow’s member. She could not avoid his sticky geyser of seed soaking not just her chest but also her face. Applejack closed her eyes as she felt the male organ tensing with its musky load. It saved her somewhat... but her pretty features were still caked with the stuff to the point of dripping back down upon her bosom.

Her bosom! That was next in the line of fire! With splatters so loud they echoed about the stone chamber, he splashed his seed on Applejack's giant wobbling tits, coating her bosom from left to right, from top to bottom. The brat's cum dripped down her tits.

The man arched his back as far as it would go, staring unblinking, non-comprehending up at the cave's ceiling. Bow's eyes grew as wide as could be as he shook and vibrated on the lake's edge like a wind-up toy. He mouthed words he couldn't get out, and felt his heart flutter as it momentarily lost its beat. "Oohuhhhhh! Nn! Nn! Nngh!"

His cock did its duty and it did it well. He subjected Applejack to a powerful, earth-moving orgasm the likes of which she had never before seen.

He stared up at the power and might of his own great member, looking struck as if by an epiphany. This was the Goddess's gift to him, and the reason he and Applejack had been chosen for her work. For creating the next generation of Demigods to walk a world greatly unprepared for them. His already-oversized cock, trained on a diet of fat-tittied sluts from the day he'd first learned to fuck, was now bigger than ever, stronger than ever! It had come prepared for the fattest-tittied slut it would ever face.

"Ooh... Ooh... Mmn..." Bow sagged onto Applejack's chest. He sank into the glossy coating of white drenching her front. Where he leaned on her with hands and shoulders, he left imprints on the white goop she marinated in. When he leaned back again, visible handprints had formed in the gooshy load all over her front.

Surveying the desolation wrought by cock, Applejack felt relieved to see not every inch of her bust had been utterly caked with cum. A few spotless spots remained here and there!

She heaved a sigh of relief. The blonde's indomitable rack might not have met its match, but it had been a narrow victory.

But Applejack's troubles were only beginning. She had already had her warrior pride thoroughly shamed by a treatment only the most wanton of women would tolerate... and yet it looked like Bow had more in store for her.

Being bound to Bow by the goddess herself, Applejack was especially vulnerable to Bow’s unique seed. The inordinate amount dripping from her face subdued her senses, and her skin tingled where it lay. Wiping it from her face proved difficult: his spunk possessed a consistency thick as tar or honey... But even more distressing Applejack felt a powerful urge to lick her hand clean.

Mare tried to warn her, of course, but Applejack considered it all old wives' tales. How wrong she had been.

Chapter 5

Bow took a good, long rest on his laurels. He certainly deserved it after he'd blasted the world's bustiest babe with such a spine-tingling volume of ejaculate! After pumping out so much seed, his growing, burgeoning balls ached down to their very cores: the young man felt entitled to a breather.

Not to mention he needed a moment to take in all the eye candy... even a Herculean giantess like this big blonde bitch could look beautifully feminine after being thoroughly glazed in cum.

And Applejack seemed to agree: the more she watched Bow’s prodigious seed making its sinister way down her white-painted body, the more spellbound she became. With her eyes hooded with a scintillating warmth typically reserved for the bedroom, her breathing shallow, and her fingers fanned out across those two enormous, womanly globes rising from her chest, Applejack looked more luscious than ever. A ripe peach to be enjoyed thoroughly.

Complementing the view, Applejack's hips and strong, muscular legs remained spotless under the crystal-clear surface of the pool. Her top half might be painted white, but any goop not absorbed through her skin drizzled down to the water and quickly dispersed. For her, getting clean and ready to go for round two would be as easy as dipping her head.

The tribal man looked on in delight. He curled his toes in the water, and scritched the smooth stone under his fingers. For the first time, Bow really basked in the sight of the Fertility Goddess before him.

Applejack's body had already expanded in leaps and bounds since their first meeting. She had gained considerable softness, with pleasurable hips more suited to childbearing, larger breasts that promised to only grow milkier... Eye-pleasing, lovely curves all round! But while she was fertile as a village, Applejack remained as strong as ever. She sacrificed no definition to grow so plump.

Bow suddenly grew cold, and shivered. Hanging around outside the water so long made his dripping skin prickle, so he quickly dove under the surface of the lake. Moving with surprising speed, he blurred past Applejack and through the water. The super-hung stud surfaced a dozen or so feet away and waved towards her, before vanishing under the current again: it looked like he'd suddenly decided to play coy. If Applejack wanted her growling pussy fed, she'd just have to catch him.

"Now just what's the meaning of this... You get back here now, li’l whelp!” Without knowing why, Applejack instinctively demanded Bow stop and return.

“Wait a dang second, why do I... ahh..." Applejack caught herself. If Bow was away, there was almost nothing stopping the barbarian woman from taking her leave from this cave. She could finish the job commissioned by the trade prince.

So she was utterly confused as to why she called him back, knowing he would only keep her chained to him... and that over-sized organ between his legs. But no sooner had the blonde started to question her reasoning, did the proficient splattering of seed upon her bosom answer: it tingled like some heady balm. Applejack’s senses already filled with the overpowering aroma of Bow's unique musk, but having all that seed contacting her bare flesh compelled her to try and rub it off, as her warmth only continued to build.

To an outside observer, it appeared as if the stoic and towering warrior had suddenly burst into a fit of self-groping, which wasn't far from the truth. Applejack sunk her fingers into her enormous mounds with great vigour in order to relieve herself of the building sensation, but really only succeeded in further spreading that sticky spunk around, as her palms mashed and squeezed those bovine udders in an incidentally wanton display.

The sensations only grew more powerful from there. Playing with her sensitive, jiggling flesh only made her more aroused, and made little headway in cleaning her up. It also felt intoxicating, making her hesitant to dip under the water and wash her bosom... To say nothing of how submerging her towering self would put her whole body in range of Bow’s touches.

Deep beneath the surface of the pool, Bow watched Applejack ride out her internal conflict, struggling with the conflict of her lust and her humanity. He chuckled, sending dozens of bubbles to pop and froth on the water's surface.

And she couldn't count on him surfacing to resolve the dispute! Unfortunately for Applejack, the people of Bow’s jungle-dwelling tribe were fit and strong: holding their breath for long periods was one of their many talents. If Applejack wanted another taste of that heavenly man-pole, the poor muscle-bound blonde would have to come a-hunting for the impish man less than half her height.

And Bow had another reason for wanting to remain underwater: a feeling of weightlessness that came as a welcome relief. Under the surface of the water his new monster-cock bobbed gently, whether swaying lazily between his thighs, or rising up to thump gently on his flat chest. He swam a little ways further, and the club-like length went so far as to cause a riptide in the water as it followed him. It slapped aside small pockets of reeds, and the long shadow it cast made freshwater fish go scampering away to small hidey-holes in the stone and sand, fearing for the arrival of some new giant super-predator.

In short, Bow no longer felt weighed under the girth and size of his colossal, expanding manhood, now so large that it became clear Applejack's Goddess must be some manner of giant pervert. His increasingly-swollen seed pods, able to inseminate a dozen women in a day, had their obvious benefits, but they would have worked just as fine churning litres of cum under his original shaft. This new slab of cock was massive. A mountain of man-meat. Surely it would not even fit inside a pussy, no woman could take his new member to the root.

Except for maybe one.

Bow swept around the blonde barbarian in a slow circle that left a trail of bubbles popping on the surface. Sweeping the hair matted to his face out of his eyes, the first thing he saw gave him a sense of infantile delight. Applejack doggy-paddled towards him, causing those colossal cow-udders to bounce weightlessly under the water, nipples gently rising and falling as they came closer.

She searched for Bow while cleaning off the lingering seed coating her chest like a layer of sweet icing. Applejack swung about in the water as she cleaned her curves.

When she turned her bulb-shaped lower body towards him, hips as exaggeratedly curved now as any fertility goddess's idol, he couldn't help but close in.

In doing so, he gave Applejack a new reason to curse her femininity. Her chest had enlarged to the point where an ambush could be effortlessly launched from underneath her hefty udders, creating a weakness she never before possessed. And this weakness would only come to “swell” further when she bore a child.

That certainly seemed to be well on its way to happening already, with Applejack’s first notice he was between her legs coming with those small hands closing on her thighs, drawing himself deeper between them... He looked up at her, barely able to see her face over her breasts, and lined himself up.

That head of that behemoth pressed on her warm, wet pussy teasingly. It served as a final warning. Once it was in, she was his. Each grind of his tip against her pussy only made it more inevitable.

But her body failed to heed that warning. Before Applejack even realized her heated nethers grazed against his member, her powerful inner muscles quickly latched on and sucked him deeper inside.

Once she realized what was happening, the in-heat female moaned like a bitch and wrapped her legs around him. Applejack committed herself to sinking his member inside her. Since she’d first saw his cock, she’d never quite felt like it was quii~iite where it needed to be, but that changed now.

That throbbing, obscene erection pushed deeper into her sex. She was going to get utterly ruined.

Bow worked his hips, more bubbles rising to the surface as his cock-presses became firm and energetic.

He moaned as he finally did the unthinkable... and penetrated Applejack. He actually got that monstrosity of cock in her tight pussy... inside the dedicated shaft-milking channel running to her womb. He quickly locked his arms around her waist and began to move like a feral animal, writhing against her in pleasure, needing more than ever to empty those hanging grapefruit balls inside of his giantess lover. Bow came to latch onto her like a lamprey, gripping her widened hips with strength and determination she wouldn’t have thought to be possible coming from such a small and innocent-looking man.

Applejack collapsed into the water, erupting with cries of pleasure that echoed about the cave. The woman who had destroyed legions now struggled just to stay afloat, helped along by the absurd buoyancy of her own, feet-obscuring melons. Bow pushed in deep, and her velvety folds clamped down upon his shaft, already attempting to milk those seed-pods dry. Some part of Applejack knew what lay in store for her if she allowed this to continue, but her efforts to restrain him turned into
a loving embrace. She ended up only pressing his face more firmly against her abdomen, dropping her sumptuous knockers directly on his head.

Bow felt as if possessed by the Goddess of Breeding herself. He burned with an urge far beyond his small size: to be fruitful and multiply, to permanently imprint his strongest breeding urges on Applejack's body!

He drew his lover deep under the water's embrace, turning the previously-still waters into a churning whirlpool, rising up a frothing tide of animalistic activity.

There could be no mistaking Bow for what he was now: a strong, virile male, with sperm that dominated eggs. He left her breathless with the force of his thrusts, and his cock kissed her womb with as much passion as any pair of lips.

The more the Goddess fueled Bow’s desires to mate, the more he reeled under unfamiliar thoughts and urges. Not only did each thrust feel greater and more satisfying than the last, but he also felt his fate aligning with Applejack’s - with all women’s.

The longer and more passionate their lovemaking became, the deeper Bow sank into a breeding haze. Soon, his hips were not just driven out of seeking pleasure, but also from a deep, consuming need to make this woman his breeding bitch. He worked to put an end to any attempt she, or any other woman, made to keep from having his child. He'd turn even the powerful, dominant Applejack into a docile mother.

Deep down, on a primal and basic level, this was what he'd always wanted. Bow's head filled with images of growing bellies, women expanding from flat and shapeless girls into massively-curved, massively-endowed breeders who pumped out his spawn, his progeny! His hips moved faster and faster now, driven by the need to create new life... Bow felt strong, virile semen building up inside his balls, and he knew he needed to unleash every last drop into Applejack's fertile womb.

She would be his mate, he would claim her and breed her. He tightened his grip on Applejack’s hips, and he kicked his legs forcefully under the water... Each of his thrusts was powered by primitive urges to turn Applejack from warrior to broodmare, from conqueror to mother.

Applejack had laid low wizards to warlords with her goddess-blessed might, but even in the face of her impending breeding, she found herself helpless at fending off Bow's feverish thrusts. The strength that shattered boulders and bent whole trees was sealed off, denied from her, her very own body rebelled against any thoughts that didn't involve taking that tremendous load of seed into her aching womb. Applejack's divine brand glowed brightly in the wake of her obscene, wave-making coupling with Bow, a distinctly ominous sign for the blonde who sought to avoid a fate of mothering and care. Despite already nearly having a bust vast enough for Bow to seclude himself under, she professed that she was a true warrior! Somebody destined to behead mighty beasts, not hold infants to her bosom!

But screaming this assertion within her own mind had little effect. Applejack's thoughts were constantly in conflict with the deafening command to welcome her fated partner deeper, to better the odds that her belly would come to swell in the ensuing months. Each slap of that heavy sack against her rear served as a reminder to just how virile Bow really was, and that in turn only made it harder to resist. Applejack's voluptuous figure was electrified with the need to be bred, to be brought to its full, womanly potential. As the throbbing deep within her lust-slick folds intensified, a small part of the barbarian wondered what pregnancy would do to her well-defined muscles...

That was the power of cock, after all. Women were beholden to those hot little flesh-rockets dangling between men's thighs, organs with the sole function of establishing dominance. Even while women feared total slavery to cocks, and the massive influx of hormones and bodily changes dicks caused - turning them from flat-chested sticks into fertility goddess broodmares - bitches were thirsty for being stretched out. They still inevitably spread their thick thighs apart for girl-busting poles and let themselves be indoctrinated.

Applejack's days of casual, meaningless hook-ups and recreational sex - in-between tackling her life's real work as a conqueror and an invader - were truly over. Her brain was already changing its chemistry, each thrust rewiring her previous mild interest in feeling cocks beating on her womb into a deep-seated addiction.

And who did Applejack have to blame, but this little man firmly anchored to the underside of her giant, tanned tits? If not for his chance encounter with Applejack, Bow would have lived a quiet and inconsequential little life. He would have caught the various women of his tribe in compromising positions, humping and rutting thick brown pussies left and right. He would have considered his lot a decent one, if unremarkable.

Now, thanks to the power of her Goddess, that brat clutching to the near-giantess drove into her with unstoppable force, so much stronger than his little body should have been possible of!

But at the same time, the water prevented Bow from going as deep as he wished. Its ebb and flow might be turning the fucking between woman and man time slippery, tingly and electric, but also turning it almost frictionless. He burbled under the water, a cloud of frothing bubbles emerging from his mouth announcing praise that never reached her ears.

It probably wouldn't have been very coherent anyway!

But while it felt so good, Bow needed to be able to drive into Applejack with resounding force. He needed to fuck her on dry land, and seal his cum inside her womb.

On that note, the pool frothed and bubbled with building energy. It was followed by the lusty pair breaking above the surface with a great splash of spray that darkened the murky vista of indigo rocks. Bow's hips exited the pool with a great slurp of water, and the previously-muted smacking sounds of his hard thrusts immediately echoed in Applejack's ears. Free of the weightless soup, his long, well-defined dick tasted her pussy. He pounded very rough and short, barely pulling out before returning the full length of his cock into her tight, wet pussy.

Applejack came down on the smooth stone on the edge of the pool on her back, Bow's body still atop her, his hips practically a blur. Both lovers still glistened from the pool, dropping water from head to toe. Applejack's long blonde curls stretched out along the rocks, while Bow's short black hair was plastered to his face, leaving just his twitching nose and his panting, needy mouth exposed. He looked more like a spoilt child than ever.

At first he made a silly face of shock, like he was genuinely surprised all over again by the sensations of her pussy, but then he realized the cause of the heated, aching sensation in his cock. With the water no longer sluicing their lovemaking, the insides of her pussy were free to suction on him, her adoring folds sticking to his cock and inviting him to release.

That made Bow very happy~ His eyes went from wide and glazed to half-shut and shining with blatant greed. He plastered his hands to her giant tits, fingers sinking into their meaty depths. He roughly claimed her with aggressive male instincts.

Bow’s composure broke, eyes rolled back in his skull as his fat, veined shaft came under an infinite, endless bombardment of greater pleasure than he'd ever felt in his whole life. Sex with Mare didn't even compare to this. Sex with Mare was a drop in the ocean of writhing, mind-melting titillation Applejack flooded his senses with, drowning the horny stud in. The impish man, the wielder of that endowment that could humiliate grown men, couldn't imagine living that life another day. He wouldn't allow it. Sex with Applejack was his life now. Breeding with Applejack was the only thing that mattered.

Bow had never been so incredibly happy to be born a male. As he felt the seed rising up from deep within his frame with all the power of a divine force, his voice came out in a hoarse cry... She could feel his desire to see her belly grow painted on his young face. He wanted everyone to see her burdened with his babies.

Applejack shook her head silently, mouth agape. She wished harder than ever to rebuff him. She knew she was a warrior, a champion fighter unlike any other that served no man. She would break any man who attempted to tame her.

Applejack knew this, and yet, these words failed to reach her tongue. Her body rebelled against her decision. The blonde tried to say it again, or to say anything that might help her avoid her fate of winding up as a fat-bellied mother to children, again and again.

These attempts failed too. Every single one. Too distracted in the midst of her lustful coupling, Applejack failed to see her brand glowing brighter and brighter with her resistance. The very goddess herself exerted pressure on the mortal heroine who had borrowed her power all this time. What had seemed like a stalemate was in actuality a last stand for the flaxen-haired barbarian woman.

With the mind-numbing pleasure assaulting her person, the divine intervention giving her a little push, and perhaps some buried maternal desires of her own, what little mental fortitude remained in Applejack crumbled away.

Soon, her thoughts of resistance flipped. They became imagery of compliance, of breeding this stud and milking him for all the spunk his seed pods could give her. Laying on her back on the cavern floor, legs pinned to her chest in a mating press, Applejack could not distance herself from the fantasies of being fertilized and cradling a large belly. Physical disobedience was beyond her at this point, her body coiling around her comparatively-tiny lover in the hopes of keeping him right where he could do his job best.

Bow buried his face in her chest, finding a thick nipple, chewing the spout of the woman he craved to own in body and soul. He squirmed and wormed against her as her pussy refused to loosen up even a little on him, every thrust demanding she become pregnant. Maybe he would have teased her to submit if he’d had the presence of mind... or the ability to stop thrusting for even a moment in the face of her awesome body.

When Bow’s cute lips began to suckle from one of her teats much like the babies she seemed destined to carry, Applejack's will could withstand the pressure no longer, and bent right there. She gave Bow exactly the reply he wanted, starting off in a quiet whisper -barely audible over their own obscene lovemaking - and getting louder and more passionate the closer she came to climax.

"Y-yeah... I'll... get pregnant. I'll... have your baby! All your babies! I... I need 'em in my belly! M-more! Now! Fill me, Bow!"

Up until the moment of ejaculation, Bow had kept a steady, leaden thrusting going. Solely and doggedly focused on the finish line, pursuing an end to their rutting like a man possessed. Now that it was here, that was all over!

With Applejack's words caressing his ego almost as thoroughly as her warm insides did his bare cock, Bow was spurred to a spectacular finish. He came inside his giant barbarian bitch, laying claim to her womanhood. He owned his amazon inside and out; by the time he had wrung himself out to the last drop, not a single inch of her Goddess-blessed form was left inviolate.

Bow perched himself all the way on top of Applejack's body, cock twisted lewdly downwards. He kissed her all the way through the end of their act... mindless animal sex performed for reproduction.

Bow went wild, scratching at her thick, abundant flesh, hissing Applejack's name over and over. His breathing became ragged as he thrust his dick as deep inside of her as he could.

He couldn't believe her body felt so good. His genuine, unabashed reveling in the pleasure of Applejack’s form was his final clear thought before he came deep inside of her, large cock releasing sperm in thick waves. He fired into her childbearing place again and again.

Bow craved her pregnancy as much as she did now. He kept her forcefully plugged up with his shaft until Applejack's thirsty womb had guzzled all the white fluid down. In the end, it closed up again, sealing his sperm inside... and he felt elated to know not a single drop had leaked out.

Applejack reeled, dropping onto her back as if struck. She felt punch-drunk, dazed and reeling from having her innards turned into such a sludgy soup of cum!

Applejack’s eyes widened, just like her waistline soon would. Bow had done it. He had followed through - with interest! - in his promise to see her bred, and in doing so had given the typically dominating barbarian the shock of her life. From that arm-thick and so disproportionate organ nestled so deeply inside of her came an unbelievable amount of hot, virile spunk... all of it forced into her ripe and vulnerable womb. Although the brand Applejack bore had flashed with Bow's, signaling her inevitable impregnation, she did not need magic to tell that this violation was guaranteed to leave her with a growing burden in the months to come. For with each chugging twitch of her partner's not-so-little cock, another sap-thick burst of swimmers pumped into her, leading to some very observable results.

Before Applejack's very eyes, her normally flat and muscle-defined stomach bloated, swelling like a balloon. The more cum Bow pumped into her, the more her hardened abdominal muscles forcibly stretched over her fattening gut. It was without question that every cranny of Applejack's womb was packed to the brim with the load from her partner, leaving no safe haven for the numerous seed-ready eggs inside.

Bow’s seed overran her eggs immediately, the penetration and infiltration of each one smiting Applejack with a jolt of pleasure so intense she convulsed in climax again and again. She wrapped her powerful limbs around the much smaller man before her, trapping him where he was needed most. Applejack prevented all chance of escaping.

In a sense, this was a mutiny of Applejack's body. It went the extra mile to ensure she was pregnant, redundant as it might be at this stage. The powerful warrior was undeniably made a mother at this very moment along the banks of this secluded spring.

Worse yet, Applejack was made to enjoy the process, for her union with Bow had brought pleasure unlike anything she had known, pleasure that spiked even further when she was finally made a mother.

The sacred core of her womanhood was turned solid white, sloshing and gushing with the will of the Goddess.

Inside Applejack's curvy body, a battle was fought. A tidal wave of sperm rushed head-on at countless incredibly-unprepared eggs... They didn't know the first thing about keeping sperm away, rather those bundles of Applejack's strong genes seemed to wander right into the middle of those naughty shots of spunk, totally unaware of the danger. Unaware her body would be turned into an enslaved baby-chamber, and they would become heavy burdens on her body, swelling her belly, engorging her tits with milk, changing her brain to love babies, to adore babies, to want to care for as many babies as possible...

It was the shortest battle of Applejack's life. All her years challenging the world's most dangerous creatures counted for naught here: no woman's eggs could ever win against the steamy sperm of a virile male. Applejack's whole body jolted with each successive impregnation, every time an egg was lanced through by greedy sperm.

By the time it was finally over, she'd ridden out a dozen or more deep, powerful orgasms... her litter would be truly enormous. Applejack was changed into a breedy broodmare.

Bow groaned on top of her, able to feel each inseminating pulse. His brand on his shoulder flashed with each seeding, the magic stronger with each baby they made.

He felt his desire grow. He wanted to see her rounded already, touch it with his own two hands.

Now that the deed had been done, her towering, curvaceous self felt immense fatigue from the exertion and her paltry resistance... forcing her to lie with the lover and father of her future children.

Bow continued to rub little circles in her distended belly as if willing the life within to grow. Applejack saw lust burning in his eyes, and she knew the Goddess hadn't just instilled him with a pregnancy fetish... He now looked more like the head of a cult of pregnancy. She might just have her work cut out for her protecting other women from the horny beast.

"If you follow this trail, it will take you back to the main path out of the Toxic Jungle. It's long since been abandoned by our tribe for the steepness of the incline, but for one with the strength of the Divine it will be a trifling matter."

Mare thrust an animal-skin satchel into Applejack's chest, and Applejack gasped as her melons flattened against her body. She should have been wracked from head to toe with exhaustion, but instead she tingled, more alive than ever. The lightest graze over her body made her shiver.

The satchel was overflowing with fruit, much like the two women. Where before Mare alone had been carrying Bow's children, now his progeny grew in both heavyset maternal goddesses. It had led to a change of atmosphere, and Mare seemed to look upon Applejack with growing approval. At first she had thought Mare was treating her as an equal, but it was more than that.

With Applejack's binding to Bow, her body had grown larger, more imposing. Bow had changed as well. And Mare watched them change, ascending to something else that she could only vaguely understand. Applejack's body had become something out of myth, a demigod.

And Mare looked upon her with worship.

"Thanks for all your help," Applejack said, before whistling to Bow. He turned towards her, ears perking up, eyes alight. He was already horny again.

Mare knelt before her beloved man, shared one final adult tongue kiss with him, then turned him towards Applejack. She held the Barbarian tightly in her arms, then wiped a stray tear from her eye.

"A safe journey to you, Applejack the Barbarian."

"And friendly tidings to you too."

Applejack and Bow stepped out into the light together, their adventure begun.

Chapter 6

In a high-vaulted cavern deep beneath the surface of the Toxic Jungle, a gathering of tribals held council.

But while that word conjured up thoughts of an administration calmly deliberating, in truth this was more like an angry mob, frustrations and anger culminating into a sort of frothing communal rage! While no single voice could be made out, the overall will was immediately clear: to a man they foamed for the blood of the outsider in their midst.

In this dark and miserable place, where the only light was provided by sputtering, struggling torches on the walls, and where water dripped so rhythmically from the stone ceilings high above, dozens of proud, dark and muscular bodies jostled for a place in the darkness. Sinister muscles coiled with anger, black eyes glimmered with barely-restrained rage.

The hubbub of a hundred came to a halt. At the cavern's mouth, where three flickering fire lights intersected, a cloaked figure stepped out into view.

She was enormous, without question the second-largest woman of their tribe. She stood a head taller than many of the men, yet where they were all hard and muscular, Witch Doctor Mare was soft and curvaceous. Tree-trunk thighs, low-hanging black breasts stretching her cloak a full foot out in front of her... The cloak's hood hid her eyes and upper-face, but not the full pair of off-purple lips sprouting lewdly from her face. Those lasciviously plump swells were more than juicy enough to give the wise woman a thick ethnic lisp.

She crossed the cavern, swaying calmly through the middle of the throng of men, and came to stand at the base of four great thrones. Hewn directly from the cavern’s rocky outcrops in ages past, time had since weathered them down to their current, gently-rounded forms.

Four massive, dark-skinned and shaven-headed men lounged upon the thrones. Each scarred, muscular bull of a man had a weapon of office planted on the ground, respectively a khopesh, scimitar, warhammer and greatbow. The Chieftains of this tribe.

They regarded her coldly... until one called in a booming voice that echoed off the walls: "Witch Doctor! Tell us what you saw of the barbarian. Give our war parties the information they need to bring her down.”

A great cry went up from the assembled tribesmen... they all agreed the woman “Applejack” must pay for her crimes. The Chieftains raised their hands to silence the throng, then turned back to Mare.

She lowered her hood, taking in the assembled crowd. "Dearest Councilmen. I implore you to not pursue the intruder. Truly, you do not realize how close our kind came to destruction on this day."

Disagreeing with the council so adamantly was nothing short of an act of treason. One man moved to seize her, but those four lordly figures quickly directed him to back down.

"This is an affront to our tribe's honour, Witch Doctor! Explain yourself, before we take your head!"

"She is more powerful than you can possibly imagine. If she wished, she could destroy our entire tribe in a matter of mere hours. She came to the Toxic Jungle to fell the Morbusaian, a beast that has devoured our men and women in droves.”

They nodded sagely. The Morbusaian had kept their numbers in check for over a hundred years now. To think it was dead...

Mare continued: “She also scaled the Great Wall in its entirety. Even our best men would never attempt such foolhardiness.”

A collective gasp went up from the gathered men, confirming Mare’s suspicions that the Chieftains had not shared this information. She heaved a sigh of relief that made her truly miraculous chest heave atop her plumpened belly, and proceeded.

“And that isn’t all. It pains me to say it, but this was also the moment our men struck. Fifty of our men, against an outsider who should have been rightly exhausted and delirious... She should have been easy pickings, and yet... She slaughtered all of them, and emerged with barely a scratch."

The Chieftains nodded. "We are aware of this. But she can be defeated, can she not?"

"While there may exist a force in this world stronger than her... I implore you to not bet our tribe's future on it being us. She has grown more powerful since she fought our men to a standstill."

The crowd began to murmur in fear. Mare quickly silenced them.

"It is true! She has made nothing short of a pact with Celestial forces beyond our ken... A False Goddess of the Northern religions backs her, and infuses her with her lordly might.”

She steeled her heart for what she said next. “And the conduit... is one of our own."

She cleared her throat, bracing herself for what she was about to say next. "She has taken the young man named Bow with her. He became... something akin to a sacrifice. A tribute to her Goddess's honour, if you will."

"Since then the pagan bitch's strength has only grown. She is now a giant forged in steel, a living and breathing Goddess in her own right. Seeking retribution... will only bring death, Councilmen."

The gathered audience were finally stunned into silence. For a long moment, the only sound was the whistling of the wind through the long and broad cavern, and the steady drip-dropping of beads of water.

And then, in a voice racked with emotion, a blood-curdling cry rang out over the meeting hall. Every onlooker felt a tingle traveling up their spine as the most passionate of their number let loose a plaintive cry.

"Nooo! No!"

All eyes turned to the very back of the hall, where a woman rose to her feet. Unlike the sea of black-fleshed bodies, this one was a pale outsider like Applejack. Yet her body was anointed with the same tribal paintings and tattoos as any of them, marking her as a fully-integrated tribal woman.

"No! It can't be! Bow... Bow and I were to be wed! To hear my betrothed is gone, is..."

Flexing muscles powerful beyond measure, she leapt through the crowd and alighted on the central stone platform beside Mare. She seized the much-older woman by her cloak, dragging them bouncily chest-to-chest.

Boing! Four tremendous, world-class breasts, one set of chocolate and one set vanilla, bounced together with a colossal clap between the two women, immediately vying for space and vantage... Most girls would have been completely engulfed by the rack Mare had matured over her long, fruitful life, but this Amazon was no slouch. Whoever she was, she made sure her chest met with just as much force as the rest of her. She matched pound for pound.

Tears streaked down her face as she shook Mare angrily. "How? How did this happen?"

Another woman might have been ruffled, but Mare remained resolute. To her, this was just another child having its tantrum, and it would not be entertained.

"Calm yourself. There is an explanation for this... Fluttershy."

Hearing her name called brought the young maiden's violence to an abrupt end. She unlaced her painted fingernails from the hem of the robe strained across Mare's enormous assets.

It seemed, thankfully, she was no fool. Her anger was temporary, and Mare already saw it passing.

Fluttershy. One of the oldest names in the world, with many different meanings across many different cultures.

When a light-skinned baby had been found abandoned in the Toxic Jungle, the tribe assigned her the moniker humourously. It meant simply "The One Who Is Alone Among Many." A taunting indication of how little time she would have for herself out here, before the toxins and the beasts and the choking kudzu vines claimed her life, churning the girl's short life down to but dust.

Mare remembered it well. She had decided to sneak food to the child when she could, and had thrust a small bone-tipped spear into her hands, but there was little anyone could do to prepare one for a life alone in a world like this. Fluttershy's death within the year was all but assured.

So imagine everyone's surprise, then, when she had not only lived, but thrived. Her name had another meaning... "One Who Speaks In Whispers." First believed to be a mute on account of being so quiet, when the child did speakher voice came out as little more than barely audible mumbling. It fell on the deaf ears of the tribal men and women.

But as it had turned out, others were listening.

The very animals of the Toxic Jungle itself had come to Fluttershy's aid in the days to come. Creeping from the undergrowth one by one, they had come, sheltering her from the harsh conditions and feeding her as if they were her own. Even the immortal nightmares that lurked at the heart of the Jungle itself found themselves unable to feed on her. They protected her defenseless form with badger's claws, turtle's hide and the shrieks of bats overhead.

So she had grown uninhibited, turning from a child into a woman. She developed into something Mare did not fully comprehend. Was this really an abandoned child? No possible parents had ever surfaced, and more fantastical possibilities soon began to present themselves.

The heart of the Toxic Jungle was as capricious as it was magical, and stranger things had happened than a child being fully-formed from the womb of the earth. The chaotic land itself seemed to care for Fluttershy, protecting and feeding her until she appeared as if a vine-wreathed extension of that dark realm's will.

Fluttershy returned the Jungle's favours a hundredfold. Soon, hunters reported strange events where they were led astray, or their prey seemed to vanish into thin air. Injured animals abruptly turned up healed and fully recuperated. Invaders attempting to strip or burn the forest met with the harshest fates of all, bodies churned up by the undergrowth, completely sucked of all nutrients.

Mare had thought on what it could all mean long and hard. She decided that if the sheer will of belief shown by humans could create Gods in this world, then why not also the trees and the animals? Where were the Gods they conjured into existence with their belief?

Could it be called impossible for, say, a little warren of rabbits huddled together in fear of the rain and lightning to wish their own guardian into existence, with nothing but their prayers?

As Fluttershy grew from a child into a woman, more of her powers manifested. She could purify water. She could grow crops in the harshest conditions, or turn a fertile field into a blighted land. On top of all that, Fluttershy's senses were unequaled among her own kind: she possessed the cunning of a fox, the speed of a rabbit, the strength of a bear, and the sting of a bee.

In the end, the tribe had had no choice but to accept her into their own number. Making an enemy of her would have been making an enemy of the entirety of the jungle itself.

Despite being not a natural-born member of the tribe, Fluttershy quickly adapted to the teachings of their people, going on to exemplify their teachings in every aspect. And it had resulted in the woman who now stood opposite Mare.

Although a far cry from Applejack's current size and power, Fluttershy had grown abnormally tall for a girl her age. She also displayed great proficiency in the art of the hunt. Fluttershy's beauty and soft allure were wrapped about the kind of strength that could easily best the warriors about her.

But it wasn't just her power and wit that were exceptional. The flower of womanhood had sprouted most thoroughly in lovely young Fluttershy, enough to even turn her long, soft tresses a shade of pink as rich as any of the jungle’s lilies. The unnatural colour made her stand out even more among the tribe than her pale skin already had, and it had only grown pinker and more vibrant with age. Girly without question! Excessively girly!

Under that thick head of hair bloomed bright green eyes sparkling with mischief and mystery alike... that would smoulder with adoration for any man she took as her mate. Her personality had always been that of one who doted on others - much like Mare she saw the suffering in other's eyes and was hurt by it.

Also much like Mare, Fluttershy had the necessary body to give exceptional care... especially to boys. She had come to the council meeting underdressed... which might seem quite an accomplishment among a tribe of jungle-dwelling primitives, until one saw her pale and fleshy curves were covered more by body-paint than clothing. The cutie’s gigantic, overwhelming bust spanned many more inches than the width of her shoulders, yet she’d wrapped only a single sash of green material all the way around those wobbling fruits of the earth.

Her hips and gut, both unmatched in their thickness and roundness by the other women in the tribe, were completely bare, just a little torn scrap of cloth hanging down between her legs to cover her womanhood. Her behind, two swollen and plump cheeks smelling faintly of peaches, only possessed a layer of muscle very, very deep under all that fat. She would have dutifully smothered Bow's face every night if he wished, keeping him drunk on her truly spectacular womanhood.

Yes, few women could keep a plump pear-shape all the way through becoming a strong warrior, but she had done it. And done it exceptionally, with splendid hourglass curves! There was a long period of honing one's body to consider, in which jiggling fat was turned little by little into killer muscle.

But when you were as closely intertwined with the magic of the jungle, and could draw on its boundless fertility in the same way many others might close a fist, miracles could happen. And so Fluttershy's burning urge to be a mother - to carry Bow's children - had somehow engorged her beyond what was possible. She had fleshed out in leaps and bounds, her body developing for this purpose and this purpose alone, while her need to prove herself as a warrior remained only a vague secondary notion.

And that was how Fluttershy had arrived at a physique that was both Herculean... and that of a hyper-fertile brood-queen. She was even on par with Mare and Applejack, and those two had been far from ordinary cases. Mare's heavy-set broodmare form, a body like that of an ox, had only been possible through decades of breeding and raising young - she might be a towering, vast-hipped broodmare now, but when she had been Fluttershy's age she had been flat, small and girlish. As for Applejack, the decadent breeder curves she now teased Bow with every night had taken nothing short of a Goddess's magic to achieve.

And now Fluttershy was going berserk. With breeding urges unfulfilled, a heat was originating deep inside of her empty womb, and it was turning to a rage that was driving the thick bitch down a bloody warpath.

Back in the present, Mare chewed her lip as she turned the details over in her head. When she spoke, it was slowly and with great weight, and in a grand tone that was directed to the entire auditorium.

"We were all excited for Bow's wedding to Fluttershy. It would have been an exceptional occasion. Few among our number bear strength on the same scale as Fluttershy, and her children would have doubtless carried the same incredible strengths and affinities for animals as her... had not the outsider come along."

Mare crossed the large room, laying a hand on Fluttershy's broad shoulder. She moved around the other girl in a circle, gesturing with her other hand in slow circles. "It began when Bow first displayed his goddess-marked brand. I understood that the boy's arranged marriage would be nullified the day he came across his fated partner. Yet I kept Fluttershy unaware of this fact as I judged there was no use having her worrying over something shrouded with so much uncertainty. Now I am paying the price of my discretion."

She clasped a fist. "Fate had driven them apart, and now Fluttershy is without a husband."

"And there is little we can do about that," Mare silently appended in her head. "Sending our whole tribe against the Goddess' chosen warrior would guarantee only heavy casualties. I need to stop them from pursuing a grave mistake, yet here are these fools thinking more of their masculinity than their people's future."

But as it turned out, Fluttershy's outburst -paired with the rattling Mare's brain had received - gave birth to a possible solution in the Witch Doctor's mind. She was quick to share it with the room:

"The troublesome Pagan warrior has stolen away your fiancé, Fluttershy. I was just conversing with the clan leaders as to what our people should do about it. There are many that insist that this had been an offense that we cannot simply ignore...and I agree."

The crowd began to murmur its approval, and Mare heaved a great sigh of relief that almost bust her robes clean open. Yes. Fluttershy was an outsider, and the tribe would move ahead just fine without her. More to the point, she was an unknown factor, a being with powers that left even Mare herself confused, and a little bit frightened. So this would be the perfect opportunity to measure the depth of Fluttershy's strengths, and perhaps even remove the untamed bandrui from the picture altogether.

"As Fluttershy had been the one wronged most by this intrusion, I suggest that she shall be the one to enact vengeance on behalf of our people. Her tracking skills are second to none, so it should be trivial to locate her betrothed, as well as that heretic."

She glanced back to Fluttershy, finding the young girl's face was alight with not just pride, but eagerness. Mare felt pleased: it seemed like everything was working out just how she'd intended. "A contingent of men could be heard from a mile away. A single woman... could perhaps take this transgressor by surprise. Does that not sound appropriate? Fluttershy, do you desire vengeance?"

Fluttershy laid a hand on her breasts, eyes downcast and jaw set. When she responded, it was with clear resignation in her eyes. She spoke as solemnly as if she really were making those sacred wedding vows. "I do! More than I have wanted for anything ever before! The outsider will regret stealing my beloved away from me!" There was not a single hint of hesitation in her voice as she declared her vendetta against the one who had prevented her union.

For being the "One Who Speaks in Whispers", the pink-haired warrior woman was anything but solemn at the moment. The outrage of having her fiance snatched from right under her nose was opening old wounds, dredging up a growing fury she felt with every fiber of her being. She shuddered where she stood, luscious figure trembling with rage for all the tribe to see, trying her hardest not to break her spear, or lash out at those around her.

But nevertheless, the warrior struggled to still her pounding heart and resist those childish urges. There were many that Fluttershy could blame, but Bow had been her fiance. She knew better than anyone that the fault lied most with her.

And in the face of that thought, there came others. The intruder, the woman Fluttershy hated so, had supposedly slain droves of her tribesmen in combat. She had soaked the jungle floor in their spilled blood. But that just made Fluttershy's heart harden all the more, and steeled her resolve to recover Bow. With his life on the line, nothing else mattered more to her, and nor should it.

Fluttershy was not like the others. She would use everything she had learned, all the power that nature had placed at her disposal, to find that despicable woman who sought to interfere with true love. And when Fluttershy had her, she would make an example of the barbarian, so that none other would ever try anything like this ever again. It didn't take long for the earth-blessed bride to follow up on her response.

She straightened her back, pink-capped breasts wobbling back to the fore, and regained her composure. "If the clan permits, I will leave as soon as possible. As a stranger to these lands, the heretic cannot possibly traverse them as well as I. I will easily catch up to her and my husband. I will make her pay. Not only for taking Bow, but for the blood of our tribe that had been shed."

Arching her back, the warrior woman raised both hands to her sides. She took in a deep breath of air, closed her eyes, and began to concentrate.

Reach down. Deep into the earth itself. Call up the power that was born within you and then take hold!

The ground beneath Fluttershy's feet began to crack apart in multiple places at once as arm-thick vines began to burst forth from the ground. One after another they came, spiraling together, looping circles around the Amazon's feet. With an array of earth-borne tendrils moving to support her back and upper body, she began to be lifted into the air. And all the while, Fluttershy stared furiously ahead, eyes narrowed and a deep frown set on her features.

More and more of her body began to be enclosed in vibrant green colours. "Make no mistake. The outsider's blood will be spilled."

Mare nodded, the large, dark-skinned woman lacing her fingers together. "I expect great things of you."

And still more vines came on, slithering out of the ground below until the rocks had entirely cracked apart, tossing fragments of stone into the air. Below her was now nothing but a great black chasm from which emerged a shivering, slithering expanse of vines, and glowing golden sunflowers a dozen feet across. As if possessed of some higher intellect, they swept the room, moving to obscure other's view of her body.

Yet more of those slithering vines whipped around Fluttershy's body, and soon every inch of her body was enclosed in a cocoon of lush greenery. The jungle's grip tightened around Fluttershy's body with enough strength that it became a skin-tight sheath, the vines straining across her breasts and hindquarters so tight that her makeshift cloth bikini ripped apart. She whined as her body was immediately bared, then quickly became quiet and placid once more when a sheath of greenery rose up to support them. A bustier of leaves as hard as steel formed around her chest while earth-green thigh-forms squeezed her thick thighs shapely and slender. A thong of vines and leaves together form-fitted itself to the woman's plumply proportioned, bordering on gargantuan, hips and crotch.

A great wooden club that had once been the trunk of an ancient tree was last. When Fluttershy reached to grasp its handle, vines immediately burst free from the base and wrapped around her wrist, locking her to the weapon as tightly as a gauntlet's grip. She hefted it over one shoulder, bearing the weight as if it were little more than a feather.

"Come, Seraph!" she called. With the fingers of her other hand, Fluttershy blew a great whistle, and an enormous silhouette almost immediately appeared at the other end of the cave. With head lowered, and great shaggy behind wobbling with each step, an enormous black bear began to pad its way down the cavern towards the organic prison where Fluttershy's battle armour was being forged. It looked up, and all those in attendance could see the great beast wearing a crooked wooden mask carved in the likeness of a rabbit, roots drawing out of the inside of the mask to anchor it firmly to the back of black bear's head. He paced around the cocoon, waiting for his mistress to emerge.

Fluttershy leapt from its confines and landed atop Seraph's back in one bold motion. She gave the ten-foot club a powerful swing that made onlookers lean back. The weapon was so large they felt gusts of strong wind blast their faces.

"The Jungle will be victorious! I will return with the outsider's head, or not at all! Ride, my steed!"

Once she and her frightening pet had raced out of the room without so much as a backwards glance, Mare heaved a great sigh of relief. "Good luck, Applejack..."

Chapter 7

As Applejack began to lead the way marked by the trail Mare indicated, she found herself lost in a moment of silent reflection. Her eyes wandered down her own body, and over the slopes of her absurd breasts.

A few days. That was all it had taken for her to see the signs that confirmed her impending motherhood. As if there were still any doubts in her mind after she’d sucked up that tremendous load of Bow's seed, back in that subterranean spring.

As anyone who had seen her before that day could rightfully point out, Applejack's most noticeable transformation had been her figure, and it had only further thickened with motherly softness and accommodating plush. Be it her thighs, or the twice-improved bust which frustratingly wobbled with every one of her steps, the Barbarian was looking a little more like Mare already. And she would undoubtedly continue to improve her feminine features as Bow's children came closer to term.

But while that had been the most obvious change in Applejack's recent and ongoing metamorphosis, it had not been the strangest alteration, as the long shadow she cast attested to. In addition to having grown 'out' all over, she had grown larger, adding almost an entire additional foot to her already-intimidating height. Her increases in size, great as they had been, put her new height at somewhere just under eight feet tall. While this would have been a welcome blessing from her goddess just about any other time, there was something Applejack found suspect about it, as if its primary purpose was to simply allow more room for carrying future children. This, paired with the aforementioned enhancement to her prestigious curvature, put quite the strain on her traveling clothes: they now dug into the soft flesh on her body in numerous places.

At least she could count some blessings. Applejack had wondered if she might become doughy and helpless with her transformation from Amazon to broodmare, but she had remained as strong as ever. True, her new body had become overwhelmingly larger and fertile, breasts threatening to jiggle right out of her leotard-like harness and rear itching to devour the bottom, but she could carry it all effortlessly... and that was what mattered.

It made for one less possible thing to worry about, which was fortunate. She was defending two lives now, after all! And with a cursory heft of her axe, she reminded herself that it was still well within her power to wield. She wouldn't be taken down easily.

Applejack and Bow had been traveling for just sixteen hours when the scenery mercifully changed on them. No longer did the pair find themselves looking on at endless expanses of poisonous trees and deadly choking vines, but rather they entered a cool cavern much like the one where they had spent most of the previous day rutting like depraved beasts. Applejack's loins trembled as she thought back to that... a woman of her size and power being reduced to a man’s plaything. If the Goddess was so determined to have Applejack birth the next generation of the world's greatest heroes, perhaps she shouldn't be so gleefully humiliating their mother. Would all those sons and daughters still be so eager to venture out into the wilds if they knew what momma had been through, a devil perched on her upraised, defeated behind and squirting litres of cum into her abused, beat-up womb and all? She had to wonder...

Applejack refocused on the cave, feeling some trepidation at the unfamiliar sights and sounds. Of course it had been necessary to come this way: the Merchant Pride had assured her that while descending the steep inclines into the Toxic Jungle was the fastest way in, it was impossibly dangerous to leave via the same method. Maybe if she had been going alone she would have put paid to that belief, but she doubted Bow would survive the trip. Instead, a path through a now-dormant volcano was the only safe way out, as much as the close quarters would constrain her if it came to a fight.

Further down the cave’s path, a glowing red light became visible. Applejack and Bow hurried towards it.

Within moments, their skin was beginning to bead with sweat. The cavern ahead was akin to a furnace, of that much she was certain.

It opened up into a large cavern with more blue rocks and a high ceiling... much more spacious, but with its own dangers to consider. A small Amazon-sized opening was visible on the other side of the battlefield-sized chamber, but reaching them would be no small feat, even for one such as her. Reaching them with Bow and the babies in tow would perhaps test her physical strengths to their utmost limits.

For while the volcano above them was supposedly dormant, this area was far from safe for passage. Great rivers of lava wended their way between the rocks, sometimes rising up into great bubbles that burst sloppily, slathering the ground in gouts of magma that only slowly dripped off.

There seemed to be no safe way across. Perhaps thousands of years ago this underground path had been safe to traverse, but now the erosion of constant flows of burning sludge had left it nearly impassable. A few rocky outcrops bulged out of the rivers here and there... only leaping onto them would test if they were stable footing, or if they were floating on the surface with nothing to hold them aloft... and would immediately plunge Applejack into her death if she put her full weight on them.

And that wasn’t even the worst of it. In some areas she would have to scamper along sheer rock walls. In others, she would find the ground completely ripped away, with only the stalagmites overhead for handholds.

Still, she had to move quickly. She had no reason at all to believe the tribe wouldn’t send another attack after her, and this cavern seemed like the perfect place for an ambush.

Unaware of the champion that now rushed to intercept them, but nevertheless on guard, Applejack cautiously surveyed the hazardous terrain that simmered and hissed beneath her and Bow. She might have obtained a healthy head-start on the tribe with her secret departure at Mare's behest, but nevertheless the Amazon knew she wasn't safe yet. She remained convinced that the wild-men - men bold enough to assault her in spite of her reputation - would allow the casualties she had inflicted upon their numbers to pass so easily. No, Applejack was certain her retribution was still coming.

Unfortunately for Applejack, the more she lingered on these thoughts, the more the temptation grew in her brave heart to simply race across that dormant volcano cavern, where periodic splashes of molten rock soaked the floor in liquid death. But she forced those thoughts down: to do so would only carry out that savage tribe's work for them, plunging her into the lake of boiling lava without them needing to lift so much as a single spear.

She approached the edge of the pool and looked down. It spoke volumes about just how hot it was inside the cave that even within seconds of entering the cavern, the amazonian warrior's fertile and luscious body began to glisten with sweat. This close to that fiery tomb, the lava embraced her, boiling her skin with its sinister touch, and turning that sweat to puffs of steam. Standing resolute, inches from a powerful heat that would suck her down and melt her body to ash in just a heartbeat, no fear showed on her face.

Were the barbarian navigating this hazardous terrain herself, or with anyone other than the meek man with the oversized manhood at her side, she would not have thought twice about how to proceed. Applejack would have daringly vaulted through the lava-splashed obstacle course with all the strength and confidence that had come to define her reputation.

However, that was not the case. For as long as Applejack's loins burned for Bow she must see to it that he remained unharmed. Here especially in the Toxic Jungle, she couldn't risk entering a lust-fuelled frenzy like she had undergone before. As well as driving her to the depths of wanton madness, the breeding bitch-heat would make her crawl towards anything male, even a vengeful native with his fingers clutched around a spear. Even now, the top-heavy blonde was feeling those errant, erotic thoughts slowly begin creeping in once again, having not indulged herself since the time spent in the waterlogged cave. It was just another distraction Applejack had to begrudgingly accept as she thought on how to proceed.

However, before Applejack could step forth to see about attempting the perilous gauntlet of fire before her, something stopped her in her tracks.

A few rocks, tiny enough to almost be considered pebbles, had tumbled down from above. Her eyes narrowed.

A lesser warrior would have missed the disturbance entirely. Likely they would have also plodded on to their doom, while the Gods laughed and sneered, as well. But Applejack had not lived as long as she had by skipping over such telling details. So it was that she leaned closer, studying her surroundings more carefully.

Yes, the goddess-marked fighter must be careful. The path she had chosen to travel was a long, winding ledge that looped around the outer rim of the cavern, elevating her fifty feet or so above the bubbling lava, to the point where she might actually feel her skin cooling again. Up there, the Amazon's towering figure would be nothing but a hindrance. For a man like Bow, he could walk facing forwards, but she would have to press her body firmly against the rocky wall, sidling slowly with hands pressed against the stone. She would have to tuck her great battle-axe back behind her, leaving Applejack unarmed, and relatively defenseless. Once she reached the middle point of the ledge, it would be long, long minutes before she was on open ground again. Instead, Applejack had to settle things here and now, and give her would-be assassin the surprise of a lifetime.

To that end, the busty barbarian had a plan. She formulated it silently, not even sharing it with Bow. After all, his surprise would be one of the most effective parts of the deception. Resuming her movements, Applejack pretended to lose her balance. She appeared to take a fall.

Clutching her left calf, all that was left was to set the bait. She cursed at her misfortune in a loud, clear voice.

"Agh! My injuries are catchin' up with me... I reckon you're gonna have to go on without me, young man."

And so, the trap forged in the fires of the Northerner's mind was put into motion. She lowered her guard, let her weapon clatter to the ground, and exposed that broad, rippling flank to enemy attacks. It was a blow to her pride, albeit a necessary one: once the sharks smelled blood in the water, that is when they would dare to strike.

It delighted the mighty warrioress to have her foes thinking she would be easy prey. When grappling with an unseen foe, this sort of misinformation was as important a weapon as one's steel. Through misinformation, she had gained an advantage over her enemy not easily measured in words. Of course, a move like this was expected for Applejack: one could not survive the Toxic Jungle with just brawn alone.

Just as Applejack was kneeling, the hollow footfalls of bare feet on stone came to her ears. A moment later and the warrior Bow was on top of her, clutching the Amazon's bulky bicep between both of his hands. "Applejack! Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

Applejack prepared to whisper a reply, when she froze in place. Her blood ran cold as her super-sensitive ears picked up a whisper on the end that Bow could not possibly have. It was just a patter of background noise over the roar of the lava, but her Goddess-blessed senses picked it with unerring precision.

"Oh!"

Just like that, the faintest, cutest little gasp of startlement had reached Applejack's ears. It sounded like a young girl, and yet... that must be impossible. In a world of magic and mysticism ruled by cabals of mad Gods, Applejack had seen much insanity in her scarred and battle worn years... But never had she encountered such cruelty as those who would send a single woman to fight, where 50 of their bravest men had failed.

And yet, she trusted her senses.

Far overhead Applejack's current position, between the many jagged stalactites plunging downwards from the cave's roof, an array of oozing, glistening vines had been slowly trailing down, whipping, flailing, arcing over and around each other as they coated the cavern's walls. One by one they came, snaking over ridges and between crevices, leaving behind as many budding trails of blooming, multi-coloured flowers as they did cloying clouds of noxious gasses.

In an unseen dark corner of the cave, a six-foot across flower bulb bloomed, growing as if out of thin air, bulging larger and larger... When it looked as if it could not grow any further, they peeled stickily apart, disgorging a great torrent of slime and nectar onto the rock below. The thick, gooey lubrication gave way to the plant peeling further open, and a pair of oversized, yet very naturally-formed breasts came swinging out into view, wrapped in tentacles so tightly that ripe flesh bulged between the cords. They were quickly followed by a smirking, slimed-up face and shoulders, which were drawn back behind her head to where her hands were still anchored deeply in the newly-formed nursery behind her. From between the pink hair plastered to her forehead, Fluttershy grinned.

It was just another one of her many, many powers: a living construction of plant matter that could be guided easily with her mind. A secondary mount perhaps just as effective as her own battle-bear Seraph.

The entire faunal construction swept downwards, snaking through the air on a great tentacle-link trunk... only to stop short a hair's breadth from striking.

"Oh!" Fluttershy came to a complete stop. A chink in the demon’s armour suddenly, and jarringly, appeared.

The invader... she had fallen to her knees! Fluttershy, still deep within her motile, snake-like natural armour, recoiled slightly, eyes shooting wide open, full pink lips parting into a look of genuine shock. Her mind raced under the weight of this new information: "Oh, the... the invader is hurt? Oh no... Oh no, the poor dear..."

With a wet, lengthy slurching sound, Fluttershy withdrew one of her hands from the hot and sticky "gauntlets" she had been buried in, reaching to her belt for various medicine vials and poultices, toying for the right medicine. Fierce and warlike as she might be, seeing someone in pain like that had always struck a maternal core deep within her, and she already unconsciously found herself fussing and fretting... She could have spent all day thinking about what medicine would work best!

"Ahh... Maybe this one? Or this one?" Her green, living carriage rocked this way and that, swaying in place. It had never stopped growing this whole time, as if her very presence alone was like some second source of sunlight to all plant-life: a fecundity that saw long vines trailing to the stone floor, flowers constantly blooming... Even now, she was slowly sinking down towards the rock floor, the great structure growing heavy under its own weight.

With so much elevation lost she was almost touching the ground, Fluttershy finally and triumphantly lifted a vial from her belt, containing a sure-fire medicine to prevent infection and speed the curing of injuries. Perfect! Once she had crushed this foolhardy woman underfoot, she might administer some tender love and care if that horrible woman begged for it!

She hoisted it between thumb and forefinger and whipped her eyes back up to check on the invader... and instead found the broad head of an axe pressed against her pretty, small nose, with a fierce-eyed blonde behind it. Fluttershy went cross-eyed as she turned both eyes on that razor-sharp blade wedged up against her face. "... Oopsy~"

On the far side of the room, Seraph had been hunkered down in wait, looking for the signal from Fluttershy to launch their two-pronged strike. Behind that heavy wooden mask the creature growled and shook its head, beginning the long process of navigating his way across the great river of lava separating him from the pair of women and their shared male interest. Clearly, Fluttershy would have to manage on her own for the moment.

With her weapon poised along the bridge of the newcomer's nose, something kept Applejack from striking. She couldn't help but furrow her brow, struggling to keep the utter disbelief she felt off her face. So this silly-looking pinkette was the hunter that had been stalking her all this time? The enemy her instincts, and her experience as a warrior, had told her to prepare for, to the point of feigning an injury? It seemed almost impossible, even with her magical carapace, that wild, vibrantly-coloured hair and jumbo tits made her look more like some lost princess than a fearsome predator of men.

Just looking at the stranger's reaction alone, Applejack almost thought that idea laughable. This bimbette hardly seemed the type that could be used for a warm-up for a real threat, let alone constitute one herself.

But at the same time, Applejack refused to lower her weapon for even a moment. She held her heavy axe close to her pursuer's face, polished metal reflecting that grimacing visage, she took the time to think about the facts. Whoever this tribeswoman was, she had not only been able to follow where Bow had been led to, but catch up to them in an incredibly short amount of time... even with their head start! And judging by her unique mode of travel, the pinkette exercised some sort of control over plants as well. She was definitely not the sort to be underestimated... even if she appeared to be a little 'distracted'.

But perhaps the most convincing reason of all, was the sight of the bubbly woman's absurdly luscious and wobble-prone figure, which rivaled - and in some places exceeded - the dimensions of Applejack's own magically 'enhanced' body. As the warrior was forced to admit during her journey since her subtle departure from the village so far, carrying such pronounced mounds of fat was a significant burden in its own right. Anyone curvaceous gal who could make it all the way to the dormant volcano on her own looking like that either had the stamina of the Gods themselves, or some hidden reservoir of power.

As such, it was with colossal greataxe at the ready that Applejack shouted out her 'greeting', all while gently ushering Bow to hide behind her with a free hand, an almost effortless task, given the difference in their respective widths.

"Listen here, sugar. Only the bravest or the most foolhardy would ever come seekin' me out. I reckon you's here to carry out some oddball vendetta on behalf of the tribe I rassled with, so it'd be mighty kind of you if you could jus' back down. I got places to be, and I'm sure you do, too!"

She shifted her grip on the axe's enormous handle. "But I won't hesitate to cut you down iffin' you don't back that ass up."

Fluttershy leaned back, the entirety of her armoured carapace lifting upwards and backwards. She rose a good seven or more feet in the air, swishing her club irritably from side to side. "How dare you! Threatening to kill me like that when you're the one who took my sweetie-pie!"

As in nature, where blood flowed freely in the name of survival, so it did too in the war-torn civilizations of this world and countless others: Fluttershy's muscles tensed along her upper body, biceps growing taut as they remembered the motions of murder. The Toxic Jungle was no place for wilting flowers, and she had been shaped by her environment.

Looming in the air high above Applejack, Fluttershy looked every part the beast poised to strike. She closed her eyes, concentrated, and Applejack could only watch in shock, boots scuffing on the floor below her as she watched the mobile fortress around Fluttershy's lower-body begin to bud and sprout new life: bark was burst open and vines parted as long, razor-sharp wood slivers broke out into the open. Behind her, two great tentacles whipped hypnotically back and forth.

Fluttershy opened her eyes again, thrusting an outstretched finger at Applejack. "Bow, darling, cover your eyes! This ruffian has threatened your bride-to-be!"

The first volleys of those sharp spines began to blast at Applejack, slicing along her thighs, arms, grazing her from top to bottom, and the rest of that immense bulk closed in right afterwards. With all the strength of an enraged Mother Nature, Fluttershy swung her wooden great club in both hands, twisting the entire tree-trunk-like body below her like a mannequin to add even more power to a blow that could fell an elephant.

It looked like she was intent on colliding with the barbarian and removing her head in a single swing. Anything left over after that would be held in place by those dual tentacle-vines behind her and sliced to ribbons by slivers of wood as hard as obsidian. "Here I cooome! Sit tight young man, mommy will take care of the bad lady now!"

"Y'all are ten kinds of crazy iffin you think I'm gonna be bested by some flower! Come at me!" Applejack taunted.

Applejack flexed both those huge arms tightly against her chest, biceps bulging obscenely between the green fronds encircling them. With a bestial growl that originated from deep within her gut, she howled long and low, straining against all of wild nature's power. And then, with a series of snaps that whip-cracked in both women's ears, the many thorny vines were torn asunder. The great barbarian was free!

In almost no time at all, the barbarian had gone from wondering if her instincts had overestimated this new, pink-haired foe, to thanking them for rightfully warning her as to what her opponent was truly capable of. Applejack was immediately put on the defensive by Fluttershy throwing everything she had at her disposal at her at once, be it arrow-like projectiles, thick, whipping vines, or the immense club she swung from her vantage point. Any one of those attacks would have been deadly on its own... all together, all at once, and they put the proud barbarian one misstep away from an ill-fated end, a dishonourable death.

Here, against Fluttershy, her quest could easily be brought to a poisonous end: one false move on the barbarian's part and all her muscles and courage would be for naught. Her body would be reduced to a decaying mass of flesh indistinguishable from any other of the countless dead animals laying in the Toxic Jungle: bloated with various toxins and fungal spores, everything but bones turned into a fertile bed from which new plant life could bud and grow.

Applejack shook her head, long blonde locks tossing this way and that. In doing so, she cleared the dark vision from her mind. She had no intention of becoming plant food, not as long as a warrior's heart still pounded in her chest!

But still, it took her an incredible amount of strength just to keep Fluttershy at bay, by batting away the club with her own, equally-immense battle axe. As the pair continued to impact each other in a series of thundering, body-jiggling blows that ended in one clash or another, Applejack was forced to admit that she was at an inherent disadvantage. She had to be mindful of her footing on terrain that afforded her little room, while Fluttershy's armour allowed her to hang from the ceiling, hovering over her in that enormous bladed carapace she was nestled inside.

Furthermore, the longer they battled, the more the curvaceous amazonian warrior realized she was steadily being pushed backwards, driving her towards the edge of the river of lava flowing behind her. There might be intermittent, jagged stalagmites bursting from within the goopy torrent of flesh-boiling magma, forming a path one might traverse, but she'd as soon as trust her footing on one of those as a woman on her dangerous day would lock hips with a man like Bow. She must fight back!

Determined to avoid being pushed on such unforgiving terrain with things as they were, Applejack did the unthinkable. Tossing aside her weapon in a way that made it appear as if Fluttershy's latest, shattering strike had disarmed her, the blonde knelt down slightly and awaited her enemy's next assault. It was clear that carapace had to be taken out of the picture. And, to do it right, Applejack was going to have to risk everything. She would try to get as close to the buxom, tribal girl as possible... even if it meant having to fight her with her bare hands.

To Applejack's credit, Fluttershy seemed more than happy to take the bait presented to her. And why wouldn't she? She was the fury of the elements made manifest... Over the years since she had become the defender of the Toxic Jungle, the jungle spirit Fluttershy had dismembered and devoured almost as many invaders and interlopers as Applejack had warriors and soldiers encountered in her adventures.

Fluttershy had raked razor-sharp vine-tentacles across men's chests until their innards had burst out. She had crushed men's skulls with her bare hands, or broken their spines with her colossal war club. She had calmly mowed down hordes all on her own, staring down imperiously on armoured dozens as the great armoured titan of her armour rumbled through their midst, releasing clouds of noxious gasses that choked and suffocated, alongside acids that boiled men alive from the inside out.

Truthfully, Fluttershy's arrogance was without equal. There was not an ordinary human alive that could match her in combat. It was in this act of self-deification that Applejack found the weakness she had been hunting for.

"There! Now you're... huff... without your weapon!"

Setting her club aside, the pink-haired bimbo paused her assault a moment to arch her back, hands balled into fists by either side. Her magnificent chest rose and fell as she sucked in deep gulps of air: it seemed to pass her notice that, for the first time in over five years, an opponent had left her breathless. Those great, pale, yet bright pink-capped melons hanging low and heavy on the reaper's chest, wobbled immensely with each deep suction of air... a gasp and a wheeze was all it took for the colossal bra-busters to shake and sway, flicking freshly-beaded sweat across the cave, sweat that sizzled and evaporated almost from the moment it was airborne.

It was truly a shame the pair had to do battle. Fluttershy was as beautiful as she was deadly.

On the other hand, just one of these Demigod monstrosities seemed more than enough for the world. To Applejack's mind, mating this superhuman bitch with Bow could just about bring about the end of the world... Neither man nor woman would stop at just one child, Applejack was certain of that: and they could easily engulf the world until a tidal wave of nature's fury.

Applejack, on the other hand, would be able to stop herself from further childbearing after a dozen or so children. Probably.

Two dozen, certainly. Well... maybe three dozen. And then, surely that would be it for superhuman, muscle-bound blonde bitches, all as tall and grand and fuckable as their momma. Yes, she'd never let her own breeding urges get out of control like this bitchy plant-vixen would.

Back in the heat of the moment, Fluttershy looped her tongue around her lips while a stray set of vines wiped her forehead clear. "Now I have you!"

Fluttershy swept her arms out, outstretching them across the length and breadth of her carriage. By sweeping them upwards, eyes glowing with a new and eerie light, she caused two great horns like an elephant's tusks to burst forth from its front, turned inwards slightly with the goal of turning Applejack into a pin-cushion. Then, with a great rush of the cavern's superheated air, all around her, she surged forwards, bearing down on Applejack with a howl. "Here I come!"

The two women collided, Fluttershy's whole imbued weight crashing down on the Amazon... With hands raised to catch rather than divert, Applejack closed her hands around both horns, gripping them with an unwavering strength. She skidded backwards ten feet, if an inch, before coming to a standstill, but come to a standstill she did. While the magma bubbled and belched its hungers behind her, the two women stood locked in place.

Fluttershy angrily shoved forwards, trying to drive the barrier to her reproduction into the murk. Applejack glared upwards, teeth grit, refusing to lay down her life at least as long as an unborn child developed in her belly.

The appearance of the vicious horns surprised Applejack, but they were nevertheless the chance she had been waiting for. She could use them to catch Fluttershy, stopping her advance by turning their battle into one supernatural prowess pitted against the other.

With Fluttershy having her running start, Applejack was predictably pushed back, but with each she was forced down under that titanic onslaught, she was able to dig her heels in a little deeper, and gain a little more traction. Soon, her feet were driven deep into the lava-ravaged rock beneath her. Applejack was shoved perilously close to the brink in the struggle, feet creating two shallow troughs as she forced Fluttershy to fight for every single inch she had gained. But just as the barbarian's heels were brought close enough to push the dredged-up stones into the magma abyss below, her retreat slowed to a stop, as did Fluttershy's wild charge.

That wasn't to say that the tribal pinkette had given up. The continuing struggle between the two buxom beauties could be seen through the way their respective bodies shook and quaked as they exerted their powerful muscles in a clinch. Sweat poured down Applejack's face and body, leaving her glistening... and not just from her struggle. The intense heat behind the blonde was lapping at her muscular back, reminding her of exactly how much effort she had to put forth just to keep herself alive. But while Applejack had lamented the fate she had been given by her goddess, the fact she knew she had to be with child at this point pushed her to fight beyond what she thought was her limits: to ensure the innocent soul within her womb would not become a casualty to Fluttershy's vendetta.

Applejack redoubled her hold upon Fluttershy's floral transportation. She began to pull on those horns in opposing directions, even going as far as to brace one powerful leg against her foe in the process. And then, as if by magic, the supernaturally-grown plant began to buckle and break under Applejack's strength. Her carriage had deflected direct blows from swords, hammers, everything up to great-spears hurled from ballistas, but now it seemed to have met its match. Much like a wishbone, Applejack forced the horns further and further part, peeling back the protective layers of bark and vine that concealed her fruitful rival within...

Applejack looked like a mess. She was gritting her teeth, her own immense muscles bulging and twisting. She grinned demonically up at Fluttershy through a sheet of hair, not even pausing to wipe the boiling sweat from her face... while the harlot on top was still spotless, perfectly made-up and all-around ladylike. While Applejack looked ready to pass out, Fluttershy looked ready for a night out.

But that was all about to change.

Chapter 8

Fluttershy heard a crack. The smirk she'd been wearing up until now fell off her face as her eyes shot down, just in time to see a great split in the seam of her wooden automaton, a split that was growing wider by the moment, with all the sounds she didn't want to hear. She reached out for it, fingers extending, the tips already beginning to glow with magic... she could fix this, she just had to...

And then Fluttershy was thrown free as the whole carriage came apart from underneath her.

With a great roar, a bellow that rattled Fluttershy's sensitive eardrums and bounced back and forth around the cavern's stone walls, Applejack straightened her back, avalanches of muscles shifting as her great, thick arms shot out to either side, fully extended. The interlocking vines and tree-trunks went with them, dragged apart like a tree sawed straight down the middle. Splinters of wood, branches and snaking vines shot in every direction.

Fluttershy was thrown completely free, hitting the ground hard enough she bounced, rolling end over end, ending up a bruised heap on the yellow and orange rocks underfoot.

Fluttershy struggled just to raise her head... and Applejack could see all too well the beauty had a split lip, the skin of those big, girlish kissers parted in a small gash. Slowly, and with obvious pain, Fluttershy got up on one hand. Her hips were perfectly framed in the reclining posture as she scooped up handfuls of pink hair and threw them back over her shoulder. "Ugh... You b-bitch..." she whined, before tapping a fingertip to her smoochers. "Oops. I said a bad word!"

Fluttershy glanced sideways at Bow. "Nnn! Sorry, sweetie, please don't follow mommy's example..."

Applejack's heart and mind were racing. When the bards sang of such colossal feats of strength, they often failed to mention the aches and pains that came afterwards. Every muscle up and down the Amazon's spine was strained, her entire back feeling like a mess of pincushions, to the point where even standing to her full height was difficult. But there was no time to rest now, was there? She had a head to split like a ripe coconut.

And maybe she would have... if not for Seraph choosing that exact moment to strike. Applejack was hit from behind, the muscular form of the great bear coming down on her from behind, driving her down onto the rocks. His jaws were on her iron-hard skin almost immediately, his claws scraping at her back, splintering and shattering on her muscles with each impact. It was possible he was doing himself more harm than her in this reckless attack, but it was buying Fluttershy time to crawl back up to her feet, and renew her assault. Applejack needed to act fast.

Even after exerting her titanic strength to the point of sending needles of pain up and down her spine, Applejack refused to fall to her knees, determined as ever to emerge from this battle triumphant. She had battled bears before, her blessed might and indomitable body having made the task more or less trivial, when it came to the typical grizzly.

But Seraph was no such specimen. He had grown larger and stronger than his common cousins in the harsh environment of the Toxic Jungle, his strength tempered by a fierce loyalty to Fluttershy. It was this love that drove him to performing his savage, almost recklessly suicidal attack against Applejack's back: he would do anything to assist his mistress. Each swipe of those savage claws impacted the battered blonde's broad back, striking with enough force to crush a lesser woman, the impacts going on to echo throughout the magma-filled cavern.

Yet Applejack still did not crumple. Moreso, she actually turned to face the enraged beast right in the middle of his barrage, completely unflinching in what should have been a withering assault. With her axe still out of reach, the blonde was forced to use her bare hands to combat bear hands, and wait for the right moment to counter.

It finally came when Seraph reared up on his haunches, preparing a double-clawed swipe that would have taken her head off if it connected. Applejack knew her time to fight back had come. When he swung down, her hands shot up, and she caught both of the tremendous ursine's paws. She hauled him forwards, trapping either paw in the crooks of her arms, where her biceps could really do some work on then, and putting him in a debilitating hold. The beast immediately roared in her face, brightly-glimmering jaws snapping under his mask and spraying hot air and spittle in her direction.

Applejack offered her retort in the form of a brutal head butt, driving her head right into the bridge of his nose... and prompting the giant ball of fur to simmer down a little bit. Applejack felt she had the upper hand, but time was short... Her true enemy was Fluttershy.

She couldn't allow herself to waste any time. Having noticed Fluttershy's fondness for the oversized brute, a plan began to ferment in AJ's brain. She turned back to Fluttershy, a threat on her lips: "Come and get me iffin' you dare! I ain't never cracked open a bear before, but I reckon this is good a time as any to give it a try!"

Under normal circumstances, Seraph's momentary distraction would have been everything Fluttershy needed to seal the deal. She had already proven she was no wilting daisy, but a powerful killing machine almost without equal. Until crossing swords with Applejack, she'd had a flawless 100% victory rate. It was a figure she'd certainly have to reconsider now in light of this.

But the factors had added up against her. Being spotted before Seraph could move into position, allowing her chariot to be ripped apart by the Amazon's otherworldly power... It had all contributed to what was rapidly becoming her first ever defeat.

Inwardly, the buxom pinkette felt great shame in her heart. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. It might be true that she could easily let Seraph fall where he lay, abandon her friend's life to buy the time she needed to reconstruct her armour and reset the fight. To do so would put her back at full strength against the exhausted, bitten and bleeding barbarian, but at the same time...

At the same time, her warrior's heart refused to let her. And it was not Seraph's life hanging in the balance that forced her hand. She prepared herself to speak. Her features changed.

In that moment, in seeing the life of her dear, beloved friend threatened, the soft features of the warrior woman known as Fluttershy unexpectedly hardened. Up until this moment she had appeared to Applejack as something like a spoilt child playing at being the forest princess, and the defender of the overgrown spirits of nature that permeated even this place.

But now, it was as if a fel wind had passed over the other woman, and a different side of her was now awakening. In other words, she was taking a well-needed break from being such a brat.

"Not my bear!" she cried.

"No... I won't let you harm him," she said firmly.

"Seraph doesn't deserve that. All of my defeat can be traced back to my errors... and I won't let him end his life when he... when he did the absolute best he could to protect me and fight alongside me. Please don't hurt him!"

The busty pinkette straightened up to her full height, taking a thoughtful pose. She touched one hand's fingers to the other's elbow and the other hand to her chin, turning slowly, lazy circles with her hips. On any less-developed woman it might look cute, but on Fluttershy it looked obscene. Her breast-span not just wider than her shoulders, but *significantly* wider swayed from side to side as she kicked her hips. Her tongue pushed out of her mouth, rolling over velvety pink lips that seemed to go on forever, supple and red as roses in full bloom. Her full head of hair swayed from eclipsing one eye to the other.

But most of all, that little green tassel between her legs, the only thing keeping her pussy from exposure, swayed back and forth. Every time it reached the apex of its swings, one thick, plump cunt-lip was fully revealed, the bulging mound of her slit laid back. It was big, big enough to drive the thirst that had driven her here... It had to be to handle Bow, after all. And it had to be to power the thirst that had brought her here.

And then she sagged, finally realizing she was defeated. "Alright, you win. Let... Seraph go, and I'll disappear. You can... take my lover... and go."

Applejack's ears pricked up. Lover?

"Lover? Y'all are tellin' me that shrimp over there, Bow... He's yer... lover?" A tone of astonishment was running through every word Applejack spoke.

With a deep belly-grunt befitting a woman of her considerable stature, the great bronzed Amazon hurled Fluttershy's furred mount Seraph to one side. A great thundering boom echoed about the cavern as he landed, rolling with the throw to end up on all four paws, shaking the dizziness from his head. He began to growl anew, only to be silenced by the authoritative hand of the pinkette across the room.

It was quite unlike the nearly-undefeated barbarian to show mercy to one who had threatened her life - or even tried to - but somehow Applejack knew in the pit of her heart that this woman warranted it. She glanced to Bow, then back to Fluttershy, and the connection between the pair might as well have been painted on their faces as clear as day. She wagered, wisely, that her ordained partner would prefer that today was not Fluttershy's last day in the mortal realm.

Many moons ago, mercy would have been the last thing on Applejack's mind for any foe. She would never have let an enemy as strong - or as outrageously proportioned - as Fluttershy go free, but the decision seemed out of her hands now.

Glancing back at Bow, seeing how helpless and frail her lover was... That was what made the decision in the end, and stilled her bloodlust.

If Applejack had been alone this day, she would have battled for hours, hurling her brute strength against this supernatural she-devil over and over again, spilling blood on the rocks, shrieking like a wild banshee as she hewed a bloody swath the likes of which the world had never seen... She would have so succumbed to a warrior's rage that she would have battled till not an ounce of strength remained in her body, until she collapsed on the cavern's floor and risked death itself. If only she could still do that!

But Bow was helpless without her. A mere man would never leave this cave alive, let alone unscathed as she wished for. They were not out of the Toxic Jungle yet, and the dangers ahead were still numerous. Dragging the fight out unnecessarily would only make the road ahead harder, and she might just end up finding herself buckling under the strain. Climbing the cave's stone walls with the young man clinging to her still-flat waist like an infant ape would be hard enough, but could Applejack do it with slashed tendons? With seeping wounds? She groused over the new protective sensations stirring in her belly... How much of her decision to end their battle had been made by her cunning and wit... and how much had been made by the lustful caprice of her man-craving womb?

Applejack brushed her battle-mussed hair from her eyes and crossed the rocky floor to where her battle axe had fallen. Slinging it behind her, where it would do no harm, she turned to stand proudly over her slumped foe.

Applejack smirked, placing her hands on those goddess-widened hips of hers, laughing inwardly over how she could barely even see her fallen foe over her newly filled-out bust. Now that was something to toast that thrice-damned Goddess for, milk cans that could make even a woman like this bimbo before her recoil in awe! Applejack had always lusted to be the greatest in all fields she entered in, and her womanhood was one that she was most fiercely competitive about. She bounced her chest arrogantly, flaunting her growing curves at the beauty laying before her.

Applejack wiped her brow, and extended a hand towards the other woman. She took Fluttershy's dainty, lily-white fingers in her own calloused grip and slowly helped the other girl to her feet. As she touched down, Applejack held the grip for many moments, staring into the smaller girl's eyes. Whether it had been the deadly terrain or each woman's own mystical powers, both Amazons seemed to inherently understand that this had been one of the toughest battles either of them had ever faced: it was nothing short of a miracle that they were both still alive, and largely unharmed. Fluttershy's strength in particular gave Applejack pause: it just served to underline the disconnect between what the pink-haired tribalist was capable of, and the coddling attitude she seemed so intent on displaying with her sickeningly sweet words.

"Hrmph, well, little missy, lover or not, I couldn't return him to you even if I wanted to. The Goddess has decided for me that we are to be paired, and I reckon I'm as good as already carryin' his child. Prob'ly gonna be multiples, too, I reckon."

The announcement struck Fluttershy with more force than any of Applejack's physical blows ever could have. Her stomach lurched. Her knees nearly gave out. She buckled under the tremendous weight of that heart-stopping denouement. "No... It can't be..."

Fluttershy's vision wavered and blurred, the bulging biceps of mighty Applejack passing in and out of focus. She felt her strength fading, her will to continue leaving her. In forcing her way into nature's wildest domain, this golden-haired warrior woman before Fluttershy had not just defeated her in battle, but now also in the field of motherhood. Her, the living avatar of fertility! A being that existed solely to procreate.

Now that avatar of nature felt tears brimming in her eyes. With a pained cry, the grief-stricken maiden tumbled forwards, knees pounding down onto a bed of broken leaves. All around her, the many living things she had conjured with the goal of tearing Applejack limb from limb were losing their lustre, turning from Spring greens to Autumn browns and yellows.

Fluttershy might have lost consciousness then and there, if not for a piercing cry suddenly reaching her ears. Bow.

With the tension that had been gripping his body broken, the man had come running, brown legs carrying him as fast as he could towards the two women. He picked his way through ground left cracked and broken in the aftermath of their battle, dashing over and between tangled snarls of now-limp tentacles

"Bow! Stay back!" cried Fluttershy, her voice choked with emotion, her eyes downcast. She looked away from her lover, and raised delicate fingertips to her angelic features. When she glanced up again, she saw him hovering behind Applejack, uncertain of what to do.

She eased the tension gripping her like a shawl before she spoke again, wiping a tear from her eye. "You shouldn't see your dear, sweet bride-to-be like this. Mm." She smiled, despite the situation. "Goodness, I've really fallen apart, you'll have to excuse me, aha. My little sweetie has never seen me like this."

It was still hard to believe such an elegant, pure-looking women, both as savage and radiant as the jungle she watched over, could be this small man’s betrothed. He was skinny and small, the runt of his litter, while she represented decadent excess in every possible way. Even curled up on the ground as she was now, her breasts were almost spilling into her lap, her immensely-thick thighs fully eclipsed the legs tucked under them. In the innate sense alone, her curves were comparable to Applejack's.

And now, all that woman was moving forwards, thrusting herself at Applejack. With a pained expression on her face, Fluttershy seized Applejack's loins, tangling her hands in the other woman's tattered skirt. She stared deep into Applejack's eyes, a mixture of anger and desperation brimming there. "You must not take Bow from me."

"You cannot take him away from me as much as you would deprive the flora of this jungle sunshine or water!" ... Or living flesh, in some cases... "If you will not return my love to me, then take me with you!"

She drew herself up so close to Applejack that even the blonde's immense thighs began to vanish into the depths of Fluttershy's cavernous cleavage. If Fluttershy was right, and the man was capable of nurturing that kind of growth, Applejack might just have to be even more careful than before, lest her new assets render her immobile. "I'll do anything you wish to be by his side! Life is not worth living without the love of my heart!"

Applejack glanced back to Bow, and found the man looking at her with the same level of sincerity Fluttershy was. In truth, Applejack knew that whether she cast this woman aside or not, Bow would still be compelled by the Goddess to love her... But forgiving her might be another matter.

"Take you with me!? Little missy, you gotta be ten kinds of funny in the head iffin' you think I'm gonna let you step so much as a hundred leagues near me after this! You just tried to kill me, I've killed dozens of your tribe's men... In fact, it were only on account of Bow intervenin' and all that you're still drawin' sweet breath!"

It was the toll of many years spent traveling alone. Over countless years as a loner - partnering only for coin, and so often betrayed - Applejack's heart had become as hard as a stone... This amount of protesting was expected, necessary even, in the face of the outrageously buxom Fluttershy's arms and breasts almost totally engulfing her Amazonian thigh. By the Gods, the weight of those Orbs of Power in her bikini top, and that padding in her hindquarters, was considerable: even Applejack's superhuman might would have been tested had she sought to drag the buxom bombshell in her wake. Fluttershy was subjecting her to a vice-grip that could make a Toxic Jungle Python envious, forcing the amazonian blonde to drag her along the ground as she tried to be on her merry way. After all, Applejack reminded herself, the end of her journey was well in sight. The end of the Jungle was in sight, she had the Morbusaian's head, and the assassin sent after her by the savages had been... "tamed" for want of a better word. The sooner she made it out of this cave and back to civilization, the sooner she’d be curled up by a warm ale house fire, spending her well-earned gold on grog and whores.

In the end, Applejack got as far as to pick up her trusty greataxe when she realized that her desperate foe hadn't yielded in the slightest: Fluttershy's grip was as strong as ever, her determined pout as unshakably adorable. And worse yet, the battle had left Applejack with but an ounce of her strength remaining, while this part-pixie, part-harpy still seemed to have all the energy still in the world at her fingertips!

Applejack began to turn back towards Fluttershy, when a crude thought made her pause. Had she really almost rushed headlong into making this troublesome woman her ally, just out of love for Bow? She tried to reconcile her current actions with the old Applejack the Barbarian, and found these fantasies taking place had no purchase there. The old Applejack would have cleft this meddler in twain for daring to threaten her life, gigantic cowtits and all! She would have hefted Fluttershy over her head and hurled her into the lava itself if it meant she would have had one more stepping stone to cushion her considerable weight.

So why, then?

Applejack froze on the spot, her breath catching in her throat. The curse. It was entangling itself in her thoughts more and more, subtly guiding her actions... A second woman in Bow's life... more sex. More cum churning in those already-bloated little nuts of their strong, sexual prodigy. Someone else around to care for and raise the children of the world's greatest Heroine... Applejack didn't want this woman around, but the curse did...

It wanted Fluttershy here with them very much.

Of course, Applejack could have resisted if she had truly wished, right until the end. She could have taken Bow and stormed out of here. But she did not. And when she realized what was at stake here, the barbarian gulped nervously.

The curse had rewarded her coupling with Bow tenfold, because it wanted the two of them together. It had sealed male and female bodies together in a way she'd never imagined possible, taken her to heights of pleasure undreamed of by mortals... And if it wanted her to be with Fluttershy... to be kissing those soft, rich lips, to be smothered under those colossal udders adorning the beauty's cushioned bodice... It would mean much more of that drug-like pleasure coming to her, making her reel, making her moan...

The Amazon's lust for greater sex eventually made the decision for her. Letting her shoulders droop in resignation, Applejack let out a long, chest-wobbling exhale, and was forced to reconsider her decision. Turning towards Fluttershy as best she could with one leg firmly anchored, the sweat-dripping barbarian looked the Witch Doctor straight into the eyes, and uttered her own 'surrender'.

"Alright! Fine! I'll think about allowing you to come with us..."

She shook her leg, and Fluttershy finally slackened her grip. "Just... Let go of me! And stop looking so dang pitiful! We're still in a volcano! I can't get nowhere like this, least of all over that lake of magma."

Soon, the trio were on their way to a brighter future.

Chapter 9

Sunlight. Clean, crisp air. It had been a mere six days since Applejack had first entered the Toxic Jungle, but the toll taken on her body suggested much longer. For her tired muscles, and her exhausted, burning lungs, it felt as if long months had passed in that thick, poisonous canopy.

Such was the way of this dark, dangerous world. Where well-funded exploration teams and clutches of the world’s greatest magicians armed with eldritch knowledge had failed, brute force and pure muscle had succeeded. Once again, it was Amazonian might and steel-hearted bravery that had triumphed, the only human strengths that savage Mother Nature would ever recognize.

She supposed that made her the world’s first outsider to ever venture into the Toxic Jungle and emerge alive... a noteworthy accomplishment to be sure, but to her merely another fireside tale among dozens much more fantastical. She had slain Gods, traversed the gaps between dimensions... what was one little jungle?

Nevertheless, the warrior’s savage burden had been borne to its end. Applejack departed from the jaws of the stygian abyss alive.

Albeit a changed woman.

How much the same could she claim to be? A changed body with unfamiliar tingles and aches a like, a changed mind with equally unfamiliar urges and inhibitions as well. As she bent to the whims of her cruel Goddess, Applejack had become aware of a growing humility in her heart, one that she could not fully claim to be her own: the wild and untamed loner had not only taken a male lover, but now a female one as well...

Applejack couldn’t be sure how much of that decision was her own will. Were her feelings of attraction to that plush and cuddly pinkette her own? Or did that damnable curse controlling her simply see Fluttershy for what many men would have done: a perfect pair of milk-udders to feed Applejack’s divine children, a “marital aid” to make sure Applejack and Bow bred themselves silly. To take an avatar of Mother Nature herself and turn her to wet-nursing; Applejack might feel bad for the girl if she hadn’t chosen this fate herself.

The three travelers crested the top of a tiring hill and paused for a long moment. Seraph was no longer with them, the great ursine having been sent back to inform the tribe of Fluttershy’s departure. The wind whipped about the girl’s scant clothing as they surveyed the countryside.

They found themselves between two worlds: the murky, gray and green Toxic Jungle behind them... and ahead, lush, verdant greenland, emerald forests, sparkling waters. A truly refreshing sight. Keeping one hand coiled in the tresses of Bow’s hair, Fluttershy stretched a dainty arm upwards, pointing towards the horizon. “This way lies a pleasing glade, where we can commune with nature. There is both fresh water and fruit...”

She turned to Applejack, deferring to the older woman’s judgment: “If it pleases you, we could relax and recuperate there.”

"Now you jus' hang on one dang ol' second, little Missy. You're tellin' me there's some kinda waterin' hole just ripe for the plucking right over there? And it's this close to the Toxic Jungle? Well shoot, if that just don't take the dang ol' cake, a-hyuck!"

With thundering footfalls that shook the earth itself, Applejack came to stand beside Fluttershy. Her gaze trailed down the tightly-muscled length of the younger girl's outstretched arm... and then she looked off into the distance, all the way to where Fluttershy was pointing. Applejack stared for some time, hunting the horizon for anything, any form of respite. "Well... Iffin you're not just fibbin', then you bet your oats that sort of comfort would be mighty welcome."

With her ultra-keen eagle eyesight, it only took Applejack a moment to spy the spot Fluttershy was directing her to. Her breath immediately caught in her throat. Her heart leapt in her chest. The view corroborated the pinkette's assertion.

Applejack sagged as the strength in her limbs left her, and it became a struggle to simply stand. The amazonian blonde was scuffed and scratched, and her limbs ached with a good deal of invisible pain wrought from the extent of her exertion. Her enormous breasts heaved with her every ragged inhale, Applejack unable to control even her breathing as she worked to steady herself. In addition to countless new injuries, she had reopened a few old ones as well. Her luscious, goddess-blessed body would see to it that injuries would heal remarkably fast with a bit of food and rest, but until then, she was operating at a fraction of her usual power.

But could she trust Fluttershy to lead her? The path looked dangerous, circling around the side of a huge and jutting rocky outcrop, passing over bogs and a quicksand-laden murk. Applejack would be following the advice of a woman who had just tried to kill her, and she was in no state to take on another opponent of Fluttershy's caliber.

And yet... Even as she doubted, Applejack's body was screaming for rest. Physically and mentally, she was exhausted. She realized how badly she yearned for the simple comforts she had gone without for so long.

Thankfully, Fluttershy seemed no better off, having been dealt the kind of beating to force her to submit.

So she listened to the titty-monster beside her, albeit with caution, and was already plotting a dozen or more quick executions if Fluttershy did turn traitor. Applejack's deep mistrust of others still had a strong hold on her heart, but now it was tempered by something she couldn't readily grasp, a sensation she lacked the words to form.

The warrior's stony heart had moved, but who could say how far?

Satisfied with her surveillance, the mighty warrior allowed herself to relax. Sinewy muscles like those of an ox lost all their tension, and Applejack eased down into a leisurely sit atop a mighty bounder.

Finally, rest.

Applejack gulped, then turned back to the Bandrui. "Alrighty then, li'l missy. Lead the way to that there glade, Fluttershy."

As Applejack watched Fluttershy smiling, steepling her fingers together and beginning to gush her thanks, the Amazon smiled a crooked smile. She watched those broodmare hips turn in a circle towards Bow, speak with him, and then begin swaying downhill...

Yes, what had ultimately pushed Applejack to agree, was the intangible, yet unshakable, feeling deep within, that Fluttershy could prove to be of use, should she allow her to accompany them. Whether this was because of some unseen influence from her goddess-brand, pushing her to be the best broodmother she could be, or because the blonde was acutely aware as to what Fluttershy wanted most, it wasn't clear.

However, as an almost beast-like roar emanating from Applejack's middle could testify, she wasn't exactly in a position to refuse the opportunity to feast for the first time since she had taken down her dauntingly venomous quarry.

Sometime later, the trio (sans bear), arrived in the promised glade. Both of the Demigoddesses set down their weapons and began to explore the sun-kissed sanctuary. Bow followed along behind them, little more than an extra bit of substance to either of the beast-like women's shadows.

Above, a sunshine-strewn canopy where rays of beaming light were free to soak thoroughly into tanned and pale flesh alike. Underfoot lush green grass rose up from fertile soils. And around them, trees that actually looked like trees rose up optimistically towards the sky. Nothing like the misshapen, warped blights upon the land from the Toxic Jungle, they brought peace and tranquility to the trio of onlookers.

Applejack could tell this was a magical place, and likely unseen by outsiders for thousands of years. Just as the Toxic Jungle had given form and purpose to a beautiful girl like Fluttershy, perhaps those malevolent spirits had also seen fit to birth a pleasing haven like this as well...

Most striking of all was the centre of the clearing where tree coverage was least dense. There, as if it were shone from heaven itself, was a great beam of golden light forming a glowing cascade that shot directly towards the earth. At its base lay a great field of pink and yellow flowers, curling upwards towards that lovely sunshine. Fluttershy moved towards it, hesitantly at first, one hand raised. Under her thick, thick tresses of pink hair, those juicy, moist lips parted gently, but formed no words.

For all its splendour, the clearing was quite small. She only had to take a few strides on those long, athletic legs of hers to come "abreast" of the flowers, thrusting those wonderfully full and plump puppies of hers directly into the pool of sunlight. Those big, fat teats swayed up and over the flowers long before the rest of her came into the light, immediately blotting out the sun for dozens of them with nothing more than her lascivious booby-meat.

Unfettered, the battle-hardened Amazon dropped to her knees in their midst, taking great care not to crush them, and gently ran her fingers through the fronds.

"Oh, they're beautiful... To think something like this existed here..." The battle paint across her brow widened with her eyes, a soft blush rising to her pretty features. "I'm so glad we came here, heehee."

It was while she was focussed on that that Bow and Applejack saw the undergrowth were now swarming with animals she'd long since imagined would never survive in this place... rabbits, deer, squirrels... They all watched Fluttershy with interest, but it was only when she raised her hands to them that they gathered around her. "Come here, my little forest friends..."

Now covered in cutesy animals, she looked absolutely delighted with herself... Although she coughed nervously when she realized once again why she had come here with Applejack and Bow. She was to tend to Applejack's needs now as much as Bow's. "Umm... There is a spring near here, Applejack. Why don't we prepare something to eat for Bow, and then us girls... go there alone."

Her eyes dipped for a long moment. They watered slightly as she stared at the largest pair of tits she'd ever seen. Possibly the biggest in the world. She coughed, doing a somewhat admirable job of hiding what should have been obvious lust.

For a woman like Fluttershy, it was nothing unusual for her to be obsessed with big tits. Or rather, to take it even further into a truly deep-seated breast fetishism. She had developed her own set of bra-busting cantaloupes at a very young age and had seen the jealous looks from other women, the lust they inspired in others. She had only grown bigger and bigger over the years, starting out "The Biggest" and growing far, far, far beyond that "meagre" title. She ended with a truly "made for sex" figure beyond men's wildest fantasies.

To that end, being confronted with a bosom that made her feel flat-chested took Fluttershy’s breath away. The buxom cutie’s hands itched to squeeze and grope.

"If you wish, I can tend to your wounds... and umm..." Her voice dropped to a shy whisper: "... A-And bathe you..."

The stretch of land laid out before the bladeswoman’s eyes seemed to defy all reason. Had she passed on to her sacred resting place in the Heavens? Had she, unbeknownst to her, fallen ill to Bow's poison long ago, and passed without realizing? The splendid, verdant beauty of this hallowed ground near brought tears to the Amazon's brooding eyes, and with it a warmth and comfort that would have been unnaturally strong anywhere else, let alone on the outskirts of the Toxic Jungle. Everything here was far more clear, more alive. It was a stark contrast to the dead, muted hues of that dangerous land... now, such vistas seemed little more than a mockery of the true beauty laid out before them.

Even Applejack's breathing was far easier. Only the purest of air entered her lungs now, repairing her tired body, renewing her strength. Truly, Fluttershy had found a miniature paradise here in the wilds. It was much easier to believe the pink-haired huntress had been sincere in her surrender, and her pledge to reform.

But why was Fluttershy staring at her so intently? Did she think Applejack would not notice her constantly looking, darting furtive glances in the great blonde's direction? It was pure foolishness! Perhaps Fluttershy's isolation had kept her from knowing the simple truths of this world... but one all heroes and heroines alike were aware of was the edge that all hunters constantly lived on. In the countless stygian hellscapes of this dark, animalistic world, few adventurers survived long; those that did manage it did so by honing their senses to an almost preternatural level.

Knowing when she was under scrutiny now came naturally to Applejack. It was a sensation that had plagued her during her time over the volcano's fires. A constant, overwhelming feeling that she was being studied by another...

Maybe if it were anyone else, the naked lust in Fluttershy's hungry eyes would have been obvious to them. But the battle was still fresh in Applejack's mind, and she had convinced herself that the busty bitch was still just biding her time. Were those small, adorable woodland creatures actually deadly allies poised to swarm at Fluttershy's command? It would make for a truly diabolical attack, one to thoroughly disturb the towering blonde in ways assaults from trained warriors could not.

Even the invitation to follow her -alone- could be a potential threat. An attempt to do away with Applejack quietly.

Applejack threw down her axe. A simple gesture, to hide her acute awareness of Fluttershy's plans from her.

"...Bathe? Very well, I could use a bath, and washing has become that much more difficult with these damn things growing bigger each day..."

In the end, she was more surprised than anyone when the pair arrived at a cool, inviting and refreshing spring. Truly, it threw Applejack's war-torn imagination all the way back to the freshwater springs of her homeland!

So it truly was just bathing, then? That longing gaze in her eyes burned too intensely for Applejack to be at ease, but there was only one way to know for sure. If Fluttershy wished to attack her, then it would come eventually, whether sooner or later.

So she agreed, by slowly unveiling those very same melons that had her counterpart in curvaceousness so transfixed...

The women's dark, tanned and colossal forms - each a Callipygian work of art in its own smoothness and fullness - sank inch by inch into the warm, soothing spring waters. Naked as the day they were born, they were free to enjoy this private moment in nature.

Applejack's feet touched down on the soil underfoot first. Her toes intermingled with the reeds and vines crisscrossing the pool's floor. Schools of small fish barely larger than a fingernail scattered in her wake. A sigh that had been buried deep in her chest finally made itself heard.

The blonde-azon had just barely gotten comfortable when Fluttershy, squealing, collapsed onto her from behind. Previously so surefooted, Fluttershy must surely be a little too relaxed now. There was no other explanation for the way she so carelessly tripped on a rock and barreled forwards, splashing into Applejack from behind.

If Applejack had suspected an attack, this must be it, poor as it might be... although if Fluttershy planned to smother her, she was off to a good start. Both Applejack's upper _and_ lower back were suddenly swallowed up by warm, decadent breasts, each as soft as jello.

Those big, natural tits smacked into Applejack with a resounding squish that sent them vibrating off in all directions, bouncing back against Fluttershy's chest, slapping both girl's arms, squeezing into every gap that presented itself... before ending up smothering the dark-skinned Amazon all the way from her shoulder blades to the small of her back. There was enough breast back there to feed an entire nursery... or one thirsty giantess.

"Aaaa~!" Fluttershy cried out in her sweet voice. But when she brought those sweet lips back together, the shaman still firmly pressed herself against Applejack from behind. She made no effort to move away.

"Mmm... I... I slipped. Heehee~"

And then, without any warning, she was pressing her face into Applejack's nape, inhaling the other woman's scent. "Nnnh... So powerful... What a masculine aroma you have..."

When Applejack felt the sensation of something impacting her broad back, she reflexively tensed up. She believed the attack she had been waiting for had finally come. When it became clear that she wasn't the target of a sneak attack, the blonde barbarian relaxed all over again, returning the muscles she had forced outward with her flexing back in the depths of her deceptively-luscious figure. She allowed herself to be swallowed up by warm softness once again.

"You're sayin' that even after I already done told you I'm with child? Mm... Sounds like I ain't changed as much as I was fearin, then," Applejack murmured idly. Sure enough, Fluttershy was pushing into the sort of physique that could rip whole trees out of the ground. Applejack's muscles struck a stark contrast to the eternally-luscious pinkette mewling with delight behind her.

Her body might have become far, far curvier in a short amount of time thanks to the goddess's brand, and her subsequent fertilization, but Applejack was glad to see she could still summon great power, despite the life that now grew within her.

And now it might be time to turn that power onto Fluttershy. More and more, the wandering barbarian's thoughts turned toward the big, soft breasts flirtatiously squeezed against her, so large they engulfed even her muscular back... and even overwhelmed the Amazon's steel-corded arms. Applejack found them difficult to ignore - bested as they were only by her own chest, perhaps Mare's.

But their softness was unclassed. Applejack recalled the silk and satin pillows noblewomen laid their heads upon - the outlandish udders behind her splayed out around the shape of her body, as if trying to slowly suck it in. The sensation was dreamy, and she was reluctant to even turn back to look at the jungle girl who could practically hide behind her own tits.

"But I gotta wonder, little missy... You got that bosom damn near put to rights on me... You plannin' on washin' my back with those, or somesuch?"

"I am... Allow me, Applejack..." the pouty, oversized pair of lips tucked under all that pink hair softly whispered. They were as squishy and soft as ever, seemingly made solely to be kissed.

The ultimate breeding sow fully revealed herself to Applejack, casting aside her previous guise: that of the ultimate deadly warrior. Fluttershy now eagerly served the one who had defeated her so soundly. As if she were the snow drifts of the Northern Wastes themselves, Fluttershy's water-dripping teats engulfed Applejack's back, rubbing gently up and down, sweeping torrents of soothing water along the massively-muscular warrior woman's spine.

On the first sweep over, the water barely reached Applejack's upper-back muscles. But as Fluttershy more insistently began to work her breasts against the Amazonian woman's body, more and more of her came to be cleansed of the Jungle's mire. It was a world-class service, to be enjoyed only by her.

"In truth, this powerful body of yours excites me terribly... I have never been bested in combat before... And those that came close were all powerful practitioners of magic, and in fighting they caused untold devastation to the jungle itself... Conjuring creatures that trampled the trees, blazing flaming trails through the undergrowth... Horrible fiends, all of them!"

She smooshed herself against Applejack one final time. "But you... You were magnificent... All the might and magic of the Toxic Jungle were battered aside by nothing more than... than these muscles... Oh my, I'm all tingly just looking at them~ Do they, mm, do they love as fiercely as they hate~?" She giggled, a musical little purr that made Applejack's hands ache to grab her.

"Well... Turn around and I'll continue washing you, you rugged powerhouse~ ♥"

Such a cute turn of phrase! So totally at odds with her ladylike, soft-voiced demeanor. Applejack knew thinking back to this five-star love doll treatment in future would warm her heart on any future lonely nights.

"Mm... You ain't the only one appreciatin' these muscles, girly. This body of mine has the strength to move any obstacle... the might to smite any foe."

Applejack flexed her enormous biceps, cordially putting on a show for the plump muscle-junkie behind her. "But I gotta wonder... Will it all eventually be taken from me? I've already started on my journey towards bein' a fine ol' lady with a pack of kids of her own. Only took a few days to get these... enormous mounds of meat. Is the rest of my figure... hah... gonna get bit by the same bug?" Applejack asked. Even as she voiced the question, AJ knew Fluttershy lacked the answers... she simply voiced the deep-seated concerns she had been musing over these last few days.

Nevertheless, Applejack pivoted her immense self around just as Fluttershy had requested. With the Goddess's brand exerting more power on her body than ever before, the brawny blonde had no choice but to hoist her incredible breasts - now the greatest concentration of luscious jiggle and plush fat on her entire body - towards Fluttershy, displacing tens of litres of the lake's water in doing so. "What do you think, Fluttershy? Will you still praise me, once my middle begins to grow round and smooth?"

"I reckon these things are a sign of what's to come... I've always been on the busty side of tha' spectrum, beforehand... To the point where you can notice 'em from miles away... But I ain't never encountered anything so cumbersome like these." With those words, it was as if a spell had been cast on Fluttershy. The topic that was simply too large to ignore a moment longer had been broached, and now those bright blue eyes in Fluttershy's head shone as she stared directly at the Amazon's chest.

"Oh my, yes," Fluttershy agreed. "I can already tell you'll have to a-adapt your fighting style around them... Certainly none of the knights entering my land ever had ones these big...”

She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Oh, maybe they ended up in other lines of work!”

Fluttershy had a point. And not just about Applejack's choice of profession: but she quietly shelved that comment away with a reminder to punish the flower power bimbo for it later on.

What Fluttershy had a point about was Applejack's need to adapt to her new figure. Even if she bound her breasts in her tightest clothes, those supple, fleshy tits yearned to be free, and undulated perversely with the smallest amount of physical activity. Many a time had the mighty barbarian laid hands on a demon-cursed blade or hurled earth-scorching explosive runes... But none of those armaments had ever even come near as close to leaving her bereft of consciousness than the accidental swinging of those two bubbly, bouncing boulders. Shirts, chain, plate-mails... all would be busted, creaking, shattering, tearing and exploding off.

Once Applejack finished turning around, those very same super-prominent knockers were now mashed up against Fluttershy's own unreal pair. This was more or less an inevitability, given how immense both were: Applejack would have had to carry on a face-to-face conversation from several steps back otherwise.

So it was that they came to a collision of two very different skin tones... one which starkly reminded the Barbarian that amidst her woes there also lay sizable boons. With the development of a divinely-empowered bust came a supernatural level of sensation hitherto undreamt of... and now it sparked pleasure that made her mewl in appreciation, much like the great yowling beasts that stalked the savannahs... and their adorably whiskered brethren.

So as much as Applejack would have liked to further wallow in pissing and moaning, she was grudgingly forced to admit... this felt pretty fucking fantastic. She reminded herself that one who had fully submitted to her will was now bathing her. So she would accept it, and see that it was finished...

And just as she thought so, Applejack was provided with another reason, by cheeky, daring Fluttershy, to doubt her fortune. Applejack was roused from her thoughts by the sound of Fluttershy continuing to pitter-patter in her ears: "Yes, these lovely big breasts must be protected..." insisted that plump little pervert, as she kneaded and squeezed. "It just wouldn't do to have these hurt or bruised..."

Applejack was just about to nod sagely, impressed with Fluttershy's concern for her, when the pinkette plowed on: "... Not when they bring Master Bow so much joy... so much happiness. The glow in his eyes when he looks at you... ooh! It makes me shudder! I can see the sweetheart get a little more excited every time these udders come to dominate a little more of your frame! Grow more, you wonderful big boobs! Larger and larger!"

Truly, the words spilling out from under that rich head of pink hair, falling from those ruby-red lips, were the sort of insanity most-often brought on by sunstroke or an affliction of demons. Fluttershy had been driven mad... but by no ailment other than the bouncing buxom bosom of the one before her. Like the great sandstone formations lurking in the Western Empire's harsh, sandy-brown deserts, the twin peaks of Applejack's bosom called to Fluttershy, making her drool flow freely, driving the bimbo to touch, grope and taste. That great vista was not just exposed, but presented, and Fluttershy squeezed and groped to her heart's content.

Truly, Applejack felt as if a plaything for the damnable pervert girl. With the way Fluttershy palmed nipples larger than her entire hands, or snapped her pouty lips together around their tips and tugged them inch after inch up and away from their floppy foundations, it seemed that she had developed an obsession with large, milk-fountaining teats on level with a newborn baby. On the occasions where Applejack freely oozed milk for her, the perverted bandrui quickly swallowed, working her throat energetically where another woman would have pulled away, or even outright gagged from the shock of the release.

The 180 of her personality came completely to pass. Where the woman had once attempted to spear Applejack with bone-stiff spears of wood, or choke the life from her buxom body with steel-strong cables of vine, now she was face-first in soft, squishy boobs. Closed eyes, and with a smile of purest contentment upon her face. "Mmmm... Mmm... Soft... So soft..."

Fluttershy fully encircled her head with Applejack's divinely-empowered teats. She wrapped her arms fully around them, squeezing the melons together about her pretty little head as if seeking suffocation. But she chirped enthusiastically from within their depths. Her lips continued to suck and smooch. Her foolish, improper, wrong... and thoroughly intoxicating!... actions saw her wrapping her fat lips around a nipple.

When the bubbly girl surfaced, she was hyperventilating, her giant chest rising and falling... and lifting Applejack's own rack with each breath she took. "Hnnh... N-Now then... He will expect us to lay with him together, don't you agree? We should... practise that sort of thing as well... Sharing him... Don't you agree?"

"Share? Your dang head must be full'a hayseeds if you think a warrior like me is gonna start sharing! I jus'... hah... take!"

But as soon as the words left Applejack's mouth, she seemed to earnestly be set on betraying them. The fingertips of that svelte love goddess, her coercive lips, might just be enough to weaken even this warrior of legend's resolve. Fluttershy's hot mouth sucked out all resistance in her targets.

"Though... I suppose I could grant you that much... ooh... But only outta respect, from our battle and such-like! Nothing more! So don't go gettin' cocky, now!" Applejack declared in a breathy gasp. Her attempts to remain ever-stoic faltered in the face of Fluttershy's seductive onslaught. Once again the blondeazon found herself revising her impressions of Fluttershy: from mighty foe, to strange, peculiar woman... and now in this moment of privacy, an absolutely-depraved pervert! It didn't matter that they were both female, the pink-haired amazon had as much an eye for her Goddess-expanded chest as any red-blooded man might, and made absolutely no attempt to disguise her desire to see her head-sized bosom grow even larger!

Applejack shivered from the sensation of Fluttershy's fingers digging deep into the enveloping expanse of her oversized chest, as she realized just how outrageous the babe before her really was. Even being able to physically tower over Fluttershy didn't seem to help, not when that just made it easier for her partner to completely bury her face between those mounds. Much to the pinkette's delight.

Things only got worse once Fluttershy drew small streams of milk from Applejack.

It must have been only yesterday that the Amazon had realized her powerful and potent body would be turned to childrearing soon... and yet she was clearly rising to the occasion ahead of schedule. The twin fountains of purest white blasting from her udders caught her completely off guard.

It took all of Applejack's battle-hardened will, a will forged through one herculean feat after the next, to remain standing on her feet, and not crumple from the shock. But while she had succeeded in remaining upright, she could not disguise the pleasure she felt, which now ran counter to her supposedly stern words. Her lips quivered, and her knees turned inward to wantonly and slowly rub her thighs together... right there in the spring...

Fluttershy stood in awe of Applejack's fat teats blasting their twin streams of milk. A lovey-dovey light rose in her eyes, alongside a powerful urge to suckle... her mouth watered as she reverted to an almost child-like state in the presence of such maternal might.

"Sho... amazshing..." she burbled, looking up at Applejack with spellbound eyes. That head of pink fluttered once again, and she dove forwards, fastening her thick bimbo lips directly to a teat. With all the power of a farmer determinedly milking his prize-winning cow, Fluttershy took deep and indecent sucks over and over... bringing about a memorable tightness in Applejack's chest. Her breasts, already swollen past the size of any man's wildest dreams, now seemed to swell larger as countless bundles of heroic adipose tissue answered the call to arms, brazenly rushing forwards to produce the milk they had been born to create.

The effect was akin to a waterfall, a constant stream that blasted into Fluttershy's mouth, leaving her struck dumb... Applejack was the one being sucked on so hard her chest ached, yet dear, dim Fluttershy was the one with glassy eyes and a dim look on her face. She wrapped her arms around Applejack's broad back as far as she could go, doing her best impression of a crushing bear-hug she could, and sucked herself silly...

Applejack's breasts tingled in response to the emptiness of the Druid's stomach, and they continued to pour constant streams of milk down that hungry bimbo's gullet. Fluttershy seemed to only be getting warmed up! "Mmm! Mmmmm! Sho tashty! Milk! Thish is sho good!"

Applejack's teat had been sucked so hard it had been pulled up from her chest entirely. Her raw chest muscles were exposed as her tit was heaved into the space between the two women, dragged up and away by Fluttershy's perverted sucking. She did the same to the other breast right afterwards, then finally let both breasts bounce back against Applejack's chest with loud slaps.

Fluttershy wiped her lips, smearing the milk further across her face... and regarded the destruction she had levied against Applejack's chest. There were still roughly as big despite her gut being swollen to the brim with milk... another blessing Applejack would doubtless have to thank the Goddess for... and due to the pleasure Applejack also found herself delirious, on the verge of orgasm from start to finish.

And that mischievous little brat was in full milkmaid mode... she didn't regret her wicked, childish actions one bit. She giggled impishly and continued to tongue up the milk splashed across her face and lips. "Mm-hm-hm-hm... I've... never gone this far with another girl before... This is... so wonderful..."

Applejack found it immensely disturbing that she could be so easily subdued. With just some firm suckling of the two, enormous, wobbling weak points that had blossomed on her chest, she was fully at Fluttershy's mercy. As a warrior, she had grown used to shrugging off blows that could kill a man, and yet this depraved woman had her trembling where she stood. And all just by siphoning the staggering amount of milk Applejack had produced in a relatively short amount of time.

Worse yet, it seemed as if the goddess was condemning Applejack to life as a prize-winning Holstein. Not even the amount of cream Fluttershy had gulped managed to shrink her breasts by any noticeable degree. By the way they tingled and sloshed from within, the blonde barbarian suspected the opposite had actually occurred. By finding a willing partner to nourish, they rose to meet demands by producing even more in the future. That was another reason why Applejack shuddered, as she imagined that all her tops would start to sport growing, damp spots if she so much as jumped too high. Her stomach had yet to even really round out with the child she was certain she carried, yet her growth had already passed so far beyond her control.

Applejack was startled from her thoughts as the nearby bushes rustled with faint movements. It might just be the case that the girls had a silent spectator to their naughty playtime together.

It didn’t escape Applejack’s attention one bit. Even as the rest of her body seemed bent on becoming soft and comforting, her battle-honed senses had remained sharp. Years of combat and fending off ambushes had taught the warrior that something larger than Fluttershy's small animals lurked nearby, and that it was moving toward the two in the bath. Unarmed and unprepared, irresistibly-luscious body still partially entwined with Fluttershy's, Applejack was nearly-defenseless. So she snapped out of her lusty haze, and scooped up a pebble from the base of the spring.

Tossing it towards the rustling foliage that had caught her attention, she made a bold declaration of challenge towards the intruder, refusing to stand down even as she was at a significant disadvantage... "Who's there!? You bes' be showin' yourself, or the next one'll be ten times bigger!"

But there was only one other it could be. In this place sacred to nature, no enemies or transgressors would bother the curvaceous pair of maidens... Their rampant fertility and prominent curves both came to be viewed by only one pair of lusty, masculine eyes... viewed, admired and ultimately expanded further.

With a cracking of twigs and a rustling of brush, Bow crept from the undergrowth, emerging into the light.

Pitter-patter. Bow tread softly, footfalls muffled further by the rain-slick grasses underfoot. The sunlight played gently across Bow's rigid, muscular body as he came and stood quietly by the edge of the pool.

Slosh slosh. In contrast, the two great women disturbed the water greatly with their passage, waters parting about their sumptuous forms. Like two tremendous vessels, they forded a path, coming to stand before him.

It was a testament to the pair's respective heights that even waist-deep in the water Bow stood outside of, the women were both almost eye-level with him.

When those tremendous beauties waded slowly through the water towards Bow, he gulped. He looked out across the vista of womanhood before him, and for the first time he seemed to truly grasp his situation. Their bodies, overdeveloped to the point of cartoons, were now both fully naked before him.

Among the greatest temples of their world, none had statues more carefully or intricately carved than those dedicated to the Goddess, figures designed to represent the holy form itself in all its splendour. Rather than expressing the traditional shape of a woman, those statues surpassed reality, portraying women with assets undreamt of. Mountainous breasts that hung past the navel, dispensing waterfalls of sweet mother's milk... Lower bodies that bulged out into sheer ridiculousness, with thighs as wide as other women's hips... and creamy, shapely buttocks to match.

These two surpassed all the representations of those statues. Maybe once they had matched them ounce for ounce, curve for curve, but now those graven images would have to be replaced... reality had outstripped them. And the reality was Bow's to enjoy, and his alone. He would sink himself balls-deep into female perfection, pawing and snatching at Heaven itself.

Was he even the same species as these Goddesses? How could he be? Alone, either of these women possessed a figure that defied all sense and reason, developed far beyond the bounds of what should be capable. While their bodies had been swollen to hyper-sexuality by two different, respective forms of magic, he had remained an almost unchanged human... a pretty man totally different from them.

Hips large enough that Bow couldn't fully encircle even a third of their circumference with his hands... Breasts like fat milk tanks, creating cleavages even while bare-chested... and capped by four nipples that were more rose-red than pink, looking constantly engorged, stiff and throbbing with need. And faces that effortlessly charmed him and drew him in, even the most innocent look from either girl coming to be perverse and sultry when set alongside those productive, bountiful bodies.

Fluttershy’s eyes were naturally drawn to the hulking male member between Bow's legs. She half-purred and half-chuckled when she saw he stood more than erect for both of them. Staring at the jumping, twitching bulge in his loincloth made her a horny, dogged sow. Her womb ached and her brain expunged all thoughts not pertaining to childbirth. Without any conscious thought from the woman, she hooded her eyes and began to pant like a mutt.

"L-Look, Applejack...Bow caught his bitches playing together... about to mount each other like animals... Mmn. He must be here to discipline us, heehee~"

Bow gulped again. His whole throat shifted up and down as the trembling man fought something like nausea. He stumbled towards the women, arms raised, unable to form coherent thoughts anymore. It was as if the Goddess herself had possessed him, but the truth was far simpler. His mind succumbed to their flesh, and he needed to be amongst these two superhuman beauties. "G-Guh..."

Fluttershy stretched her arms out towards him... but Applejack was closer.

Judging by the look on her face, this close proximity left her displeased. Her eyes darted nervously, her upper lip quivered. "Discipline us? We... Listen, missy, we women-folk should be teachin' that brat a lesson for spying on us... and just what do you mean by "his"?"

Applejack retorted quickly, asserting the dominance she was known for. But she clearly had some trouble getting it out... she squirmed under Bow's gaze. Fueled by the divine mandate that bound the two of them together, the powerful barbarian could feel the small man’s lust as he moved closer, and she trembled. She knew he hoped to further acquaint himself with her -and Fluttershy's- incredible sexuality.

With that in mind, Applejack's attempt at standing her ground and turning the tables proved half hearted at best... after all, she wanted to be bred just as much as the whorish pinkette standing beside her. Any attempt to remain clear-headed had long since been thwarted by Fluttershy's wanton admiration of her body. Now her arousal, already stoked beyond belief, was at fever pitch. Even the icy waters of the Northlands couldn't keep the warmth building up within her at bay, now that Bow approached her, just as naked as the two of them. His manhood, outrageously large, stood tall like a mast, albeit one angrily throbbing at the sight of their incredible, womanly fertility.

Contrary to Fluttershy, Applejack donned a determined look as Bow closed in on them both. But just like the shameless girl, she was struck with a blossoming desire to put her unnatural fertility to good use.

As such, when Bow finally drifted into the water, and Applejack's reach, she quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders. The difference in their respective heights was immediately apparent. With such profoundly enormous breasts, she would have had to crane her neck, or reserve a hand to mash them down, just to see his face. And doing no such thing, she relied on what little she could see, as well as the feeling of Bow in her hands... most of all, that hot shaft prodding her inner thigh. From Bow's perspective, he only saw the top of her golden-haired head cresting those twin peaks wobbling above him, but that suited the warrior just fine. While she desperately tried to sound in charge, one look upon her flushed cheeks and anxiously quivering lips would have betrayed the truth in an instant...

"Aah... As I was saying... You need to be punished, for... being so shameless! S-shameless and naughty! Punished... severely! By the both of us!"

Slowly and steadily, clearly seeing little need to rush here in peaceful nature, the brat interposed himself between two Goddesses made flesh, women nothing short of curve-titans.

And the member swinging between his legs was the key to both their locks. Bow's long, fat cock looked as if it had emerged straight from the perverted pair's imaginations, a dark, thick male member mapped with alluring veins... so mouthwateringly juicy as to be unreal. It was all their slavering lusts made flesh, a member ordained by Gods to slide in and out of their pussies, to breed and reproduce with the female breeding machines.

The difference between these three and others was like night and day. They were superhuman. Bodies like theirs existed outside of the natural order... both girls towered over men and women alike, hard muscle heaped on soft, squishy fat, heaped on hard muscle again... everywhere excess flesh could be packed it had been, and they had become bigger, bigger, bigger. In this damnable, savage world, characterized by droughts, famines, hunger... and dogged, deadly battles just to survive day-to-day life, these women had flourished tremendously, extremophiles that only got bigger and fuller.

Any now they were reproducing, the world would be forever changed. From their loins would spring forth an army that would change the world... Their tribe would make 100 for every one made by their rivals. Humankind, previously a niche force in this world eking out an existence that could be wiped out by any catastrophic event, would now spread across the globe, stronger and more alive than ever before. And Applejack and Fluttershy's wombs were the vessels through which these great changes would be enacted.

Fluttershy purred in delight as Bow rubbed both their bellies, and sandwiched his face deep between four voluminous breasts, two tan, two pale, all for him. "Ooh, yes, you're right, of course, Applejack... He should be punished... and then punished some more~!"

She smiled warmly at Applejack and took a step close to the mammazon, submerging Bow in the depths of their chests. He squirmed as his head, previously lightly pressured, was now engulfed... Fluttershy and Applejack's breasts swept over his features, turning nose, lips and chin into nothing more than light depressions in endless expanses of breasts... Like a minor molehill on the wide expanse of a gladiatorial circus. Fluttershy pushed harder, smiling tremendously brightly as she suffocated the poor man... only to finally let him up for air some thirty-odd seconds later.

"Our bodies are almost as suited to tormenting him as they are to making him shoot out his seed... How should we begin, mm~?"

Chapter 10

Applejack opened her mouth as if to answer, but hesitated as she realized she hadn't thought that far ahead. When she had suggested punishing Bow, it had been an impulse based on desire and instinct more than rational thought. The premise of any "plan" had never come to her. Instead, Applejack found herself only threading the vaguest of concepts, and those largely comprised the erotic fantasies so deeply entrenched in her libido's whims.

She stalled for time, sweeping her gaze about the pool around in search of inspiration. But it was only when her sight drifted lower, towards Fluttershy's obscenely thick rear end, did she find her muse.

Something appropriate soon rose to the barbarian's lips, but she struggled to force the words out. Speaking so very sexually was still foreign to the massively-curved breeding machine, as if her brain had not caught up with her milk-packed breasts and childbearing hips. She stumbled over the words, blushing all the while: "We should... should... sit on the little sneak! He can't jus' go plumb thinkin' he can make any girl fat with babies... Maybe me and Fluttershy here should show you we already got enough 'weight' as is, hm?"

Applejack could hardly believe the words slipping from her own, full lips... But in the face of her powerful need for Fluttershy's booty, they were all that came to mind. Those wobbling pale expanses bulging - bursting - out of Fluttershy's thick hips and thin waist took charge of Applejack's senses, leaving her unable to resist.

Yes! She wanted to see that lush and bountiful ass used on Bow! Fluttershy's lush and bountiful lower body crushing Bow until he whined from the weight. Bow's dark, calloused hands sinking into the expanse of soft, creamy flesh... Bow holding Fluttershy's hips as he thrust against her cushioned ass, cock deep inside her pussy. The more Applejack thought of these things, the more she wished for them to become reality.

It was all a pretense. An invitation to breed under a thin veneer... In this warm-up phase, Applejack slyly advanced the filthy conversation with innuendo and teasing. As their pussies grew both stickier and redder, both girls would find the words to howl for dick, to beg for dick to sink deep inside their pussies... but for now it was all done with furtive glances and nervous smiles. It would be plain as day to an onlooker that these three intended to fuck each other raw, yet Applejack deluded herself with talk of "punishment."

She wanted to watch as Fluttershy was impregnated by her mate.

But why make it one ass, when they had two at their disposal? Having already been bred by the upstart man with the oversized cock, the blonde barbarian was even fuller-figured than Fluttershy. As per the goddess' wishes, pregnancy tried its hardest to shape her body from that of an avatar of war, to a paragon of luscious fertility and motherhood. Thinking upon that, it only seemed fair to subject the horny man to some of the extra mass she had been forced to bear, and see if he would learn anything from the experience. Fluttershy might not have had quite the motive, but she had the figure, and didn't appear to actually need a reason to grind her sinful body against the man she liked.

As the girls compressed Bow with enormous boobs from both sides, Applejack explained further: "Reckon we can both sit on him. Make him really regret his decision! Now who gets which end, mm?""

Applejack felt eager to begin. Her prior teasing had left her hot and bothered.

At first Fluttershy assumed she must have misheard the busty blonde on the other side of the hung, handsome hero between their over-curved forms. It took a moment to process, her lips silently mouthing the deviant words tumbling from Applejack's mouth, but when she put them all together, a grin lit up her face. Fluttershy couldn't have looked happier with this development if she'd tried! A perverted sex game between two grown women and an overhung stud? Yes, she thoroughly appreciated the idea.

It was no small wonder that the pale Bandrui thought she misheard her dusky counterpart. Fluttershy knew better than anyone that women were truly perverted creatures, ranking head and shoulders above all others when it came to naked, sexual lust. A properly corrupted woman could become a bitch, baying and slobbering for males on command. Girls would enthusiastically shake their tits and asses as much as was necessary to get throbbing cocks, loaded with baby-making cum, between their legs. They lusted and slobbered without shame, and then hissed appreciatively as the breeding fire was put out in their wombs, rolling their eyes back and cumming-cumming-cumming...

But women who dared to completely give both body and mind over to carnal lusts were few and far between. Society devoted a great deal of time and effort towards teaching girls not to plunge into hedonism. Such ideas were alien to Fluttershy, but even out here in the world's most dangerous lands, women were taught to act with dignity, and to withhold their charms until the right man appealed to them.

In short, Fluttershy had not expected Applejack to so eagerly remove that mask put in place by society, and plunge into depravity with her. She wore a tight, secret smile of high approval for her fellow bride as she led Bow to the water's edge. "Come on, little man. Your punishment begins here, mm... Come on, out of the water~"

They exited the water, droplets steadily traveling down the gravid swells of many a curve.

Bow landed on the grass with a thud, deposited there by the pair of Amazons looming over him. The view was pure fetishistic impossibility, each woman far out-sizing the human species they resembled... they were both more Goddess than woman now. They lowered those bodies of great size and weight, blotting out the sun, squatting over him, pushing down on him... mounting him.

It was a wonder the ground didn't shake when those two tremendous asses came down on his frame. Fluttershy alighted first, clapping his midsection between the cheeks of her powerful ass.

"Well then... I'll take this, if you please..." she cooed.

Fluttershy shifted her dripping, bare bottom down onto the man’s crotch. She didn't immediately proceed to penetration... she considered it, but a wicked idea had occurred to her in the last few minutes, brought on by the mentions of punishment. Fluttershy wished... to tease him... She planned to bind him to her, perhaps even as thoroughly as Applejack's inherited magic had already done so.

After all, a woman's body could be a great corruptive force for males. Girls could easily drive men to delirium. The curves of a big fat pair of tits could torment a stud just as easily as they could be used to soothe... and she absolutely wanted to employ that power now. She wanted to pervert Bow even past what Mare had taught him, to make him into a man who wouldn't be satisfied by bodies other than their super-sized, hyper-fertile figures. Women with curves anything less than astonishing would be abandoned, forever left by the wayside!

So Fluttershy taunted her lover with her big, bouncing ass. She did it out of love, driving him to lust only for tremendous bodies straight from wet dreams. Bodies like her's... and Applejack's.

She started by planting a foot on either side of his thighs, and tangled her hands in the grass by his toes. It put her ass, swathed in long pink hair, almost directly in his face... where it should be. She exposed everything to him, flaunting her obscene body. Satisfied she had his attention Fluttershy lowered her behind, trapping Bow under her butt. She squished him, swallowing up thighs, crotch and belly...

She pushed her ass against his stiff pole, squeezing it between her rosy pink cheeks.

Fluttershy looked back at her victim, face flushed and smile crooked. Her eyes said she knew exactly what she did, and she enjoyed it... perverting this man into a beast that loved asses grown far beyond human sizes. She looked up towards Applejack, eager to have the barbarian join her in her endeavour. "Come on, Applejack... He wants your butt as well~"

"... Reckon he be desirin' it no more once I'm done with him!" Applejack boldly reaffirmed... but only after a momentary lapse of judgment, where she considered just happily grinding away on Bow. Hiding her true desires, she plunged on.

Once again, the towering, blonde warrior was grateful she still dripped with moisture from the spring. It disguised the beads of sweat forming on her brow - and elsewhere - in response to this scenario she sorely lacked experience in. Applejack had fought essentially her entire life. If she weren't brushing off advances from men too weak to hope to capture her attention, she waded through blood-soaked battlefields, emerging victorious like the embodiment of war made flesh. Having laughed in the face of death, she used to think not a single thing could give her pause... only to be proven wrong when Bow abruptly entered her life, and filled it with pleasure.

Even now, beneath the gargantuan shelf of a chest able to shelter others from the rain, Applejack's heart pounded in a way she had previously believed only the direst of battles produced. With eyes wide, the blonde barbarian watched Fluttershy volunteer to make the first move, crouching down to plant her obscenely cushioned butt right atop of a man scrawny enough to be engulfed beneath it. Every errant jiggle and wobble etched itself into Applejack's memory as Fluttershy assumed her chosen position. Before she knew it, Applejack found herself pursing her full, kissable lips at the sight.

Fluttershy's invitation roused her from her lust-fueled haze. It was just the thing to push Applejack into following through on her words, having not been the kind of warrior, or woman, to ever go back on her word. The concept of 'punishment' had been her idea after all, her boast she had to put to action... or risk looking like a coward. There was no denying the trepidation she felt as she gazed down toward Bow, his lower-half completely smothered by the pink-haired amazon and her tremendous rump. Yet at the same time, desire burned within Applejack. She felt the need to once again indulge in that which she had suppressed for so very long. A wayward caress of her barely-rounded middle subconsciously reminded her that her task had been done, so there was no harm in allowing Fluttershy to take that desirable spot. There was much fun to be had elsewhere.

As her pride wouldn't allow her to admit her own need, Applejack approached with the apparent intent of reprimanding Bow. It was an excuse Fluttershy seemingly believed. Carefully stepping over the diminutive, prone man at her feet, Applejack didn't keep her two companions waiting long: the mighty blonde straddled Bow in much the same manner Fluttershy had. And, also just like her pink-haired compatriot, she employed no shortage of luscious curves on him, especially now she journeyed on the road to motherhood. Applejack's rear might be easy to forget when compared to such colossal breasts up front, but there was little chance Bow would forget it anytime soon... as those pale, glistening cheeks steadily closed in on his face.

"... Here it comes, brat! You’re gonna pay for being such a perverted stud... ravaging th'both of us with your eyes!"

If the tides could be turned on horny brats with giant fat cocks by smothering them in high-quality female flesh, then surely Applejack and Fluttershy were winning. His punishment was going exceptionally well by that metric: put simply, the girls utterly engulfed him. Bow was little more than a slender twig under four ass-cheeks like soft, bouncy boulders... While the girl's asses were too voluptuous and meaty to really threaten him with a crushing fate, what Bow could feel was hundreds of pounds of the duo's weight pushing inexorably down on him, a by-the-second reminder that "girl-on-top" was a position that could easily end the brat’s life in a heartbeat.

He reached up, hyperventilating into Applejack's ass... which only added to his problem. The air under her blossoming brown buttocks had already thinned more than enough... it was like a sauna beneath those smooth, unblemished cheeks, and huffing wide-eyed and ass-deranged into it just left him feeling more light-headed. The booty might just kill him!

And with his raging-hard erection still fat and hard as ever between Fluttershy's butt-cheeks, it was a wonder he hadn't faded from this realm altogether. A lesser brat certainly would have!

But just as the booty sapped his energy his struggle, so did it infuse him to grope and tug and slap and spank. He seized two fistfuls of Applejack's fat ass, hands like a little pair of farmhouses on opposite ends of a wide, open, sun-kissed prairie. He aggressively manipulated her body, and in no time at all great wet slaps and claps sounded across the garden, followed by the moans of horny bitches.

Bow felt more aware than ever of how surrounded and enveloped he was. His lower body vanished into the depth of Fluttershy's thighs, and Applejack's hips and waist did the same to his hard chest and slim arms. He became more and more aware of how soft they were, how full-bodied they were... Every little shift the girls... the women made atop him to get more comfortable registered with him as intimately as if it were his own body. His breathing sped up.

"Nnnh... Nnh..." he groaned, arching his back, working his hips... sliding in and out of the honeyed depths of Fluttershy's glorious rear-end. She shifted on top of him, turning to face Applejack, and reached out when her buxom friend shifted more forcefully onto his face. She smiled richly at Applejack... then gasped when she saw surprise on her partner's face. Still holding Applejack's ass, Bow started to lick the Amazon's pussy, smooching around the other lips at first, then hesitantly dipping his tongue. Her honeyed petals tasted delicious to him, like nectar to draw him more deeply in, and he tasted them again and again. The mouth that saw so little use now wrapped around her large, puffy labia and noisily sucked and slurped.

Fluttershy smiled, resting a hand on her breast in a "Dear me..." sort of posture. She leaned forward and thrust her ass back at the same time: kissing Applejack on the lips and squeezing Bow's member between her booty-cheeks. She started to raise and lower her ass in a sensual rhythm that accommodated for its sheer size... rolling motions that grazed teasingly along the man’s rod. She smacked her lips against Applejack's, kissing deeper, deeper, deeper... The perfect innocent look on her face countered the lewd gyrations of her ass nicely.

"Thankyou for this..." she groaned, teeth sunk into Applejack's bottom lip. "Thankyou for letting me be with him... and with you."

Even after everything Applejack experienced in the waterlogged cave, she still struggled against the very idea such a small, pitiful-looking man’s touch felt so wondrous against her body. From his dogged breaths, that she should have barely felt blowing warm air against her velvety folds, to the way he groped her rear with fingers that only splayed across a small fraction of its bed-breaking volume... everything he did just didn't add up to the result she felt.

But feel it she did, and - like the victim of a Trojan Horse, Applejack felt it all the more due to constantly lowering her guard against the brat's advances. Every time she assumed he wouldn't measure up in pleasuring her and began to relax, he immediately grazed her body with mind-melting touches, muddling her up with pleasure that left her drooling like a feral, in-heat bitch. What an unfortunate fate had befallen the mighty Amazon.

Perhaps that was the very thing that made her so susceptible to him. Applejack was surprised again and again by what Bow could do when pressured, making every burst of sensation an ambush to her hormone-addled senses. It put her in a place she had long since forgotten, a place where she wasn't always victorious and an undeniable victor in all endeavours. Somehow, the man triumphed over her lewd, thick-lipped pussy.

Which was, of course, why the girls had arrived at this idea of 'punishing' him. A necessary measure to preserve some female dignity when fat male members left them consistently trembling and humbled, clamouring like junkies for just one more bareback thrust.

Yet even Applejack (quietly) admitted the effectiveness of Bow's reprimanding was in question. As both lavish Amazons massaged his body, he only grew more excited. The blonde sought to rectify this the only way she knew how: placing her rear more firmly upon the young man’s face... but that simply granted him better access to her body. A body that trembled with need, and pussy-petals that freely drooled nectar. The more Applejack pressed down on Bow with her super-sized ass, the more obvious it was to him that her body begged for greater attention.

As a result, when Fluttershy leaned over to press her soft, soft lips to Applejack's rougher mouth, it was the perfect cover for the lusty barbarian. Bow's tongue had her on the verge of ripping loose an almighty moan of unsuppressed, hedonistic pleasure, and she found herself able to stifle it in her fellow perverted tit-doll's mouth. She mewled into Fluttershy, fluttering her tongue up and down the other girl's, kissing... kissing... kissing... It gave her the reprieve she'd needed, when she had so little defense against Bow's skill with his tongue.

The kiss wasn't the only soothing point, of course. Not with enormous bodies like theirs. Other points of contact came between Applejack and the pink-haired huntress helped greatly as well, the girl's respective, mountainous bosoms invariably colliding when they came in close enough for a kiss. Both of the ladies' bodies still glistened with the water dripping down their curves, so as their combined valleys of cleavage formed a deep depression between them, it soon formed a little titty-lake, ice-cold water permeating every last inch of space. In fact it ran so deeply that the water didn't begin to drip down on little Bow until they both shifted their weight once more.

It was nothing short of a miracle Applejack didn't simply succumb to her stoked desires right then and there, reaching a threshold that might have drowned Bow under her booty... But as she reached before her, and laid her hands upon Fluttershy's breasts, the only pair that could ever hope to rival her own...she managed to get a few words in response...

"Don't let it go to waste… nhn! Take what you want from him… Do it while we got him pinned..."

The kiss between the two demi-Goddesses stretched out longer and longer, louder and lewder. They must have looked like two lesbian lovers in a torrid affair, so tender and intimate was their love... and so tiny and smothered was their stud breeder. A cocoa-coloured limb poking out here and there was the only clue at all Bow existed.

Perhaps Applejack and Fluttershy could have stayed locked together in their passionate, sweltering embrace for hours... if not for Fluttershy suddenly releasing an earth-shaking yowl that spoke to Applejack on a primitive, instinctual level. In a flash, as fast as the sword swings, the girl's private soirée had been interrupted in a way Fluttershy would never forget. She arched her back, wailing like a banshee. The spots where she had gently caressed Applejack's body now felt more like an all-out attack as she raked her nails down the Amazon's browned skin. Fluttershy trembled, shoulders shaking... and having a spectacular effect on her chest in doing so! Even the slightest of movements were enough to make those outrageous breasts jiggle endlessly, so her current convulsions made them rocket across her curves in opposite directions, swinging together with lovely claps. In a display of her youthfulness denying her cow-like figure, even those pinkette puppies defied gravity by springing back against her chest almost instantly.

"Hnnhh... Ahh! Ahhh - hhhh...!" Legs clenched about Bow, hands planted behind her, Fluttershy looked the very picture of a woman depraved. She shot a crazed, mindless gaze up to the canopy above, eyes and breasts upturned. Her tongue hung freely from her mouth, as it often did for bitches getting dicked insensible.

And when Applejack looked down between the other girl's legs, to the spot where the entrance to her womanly core formed, the reason why was as plain as day. Fluttershy's pussy was spread wide open, stretched so far between her tightly-clenched legs that a plump labia was pinned to either thigh. It was all to allow extra room for the invading member spearing the delicate, pale-skinned water lily of a woman, a member that needed that extra space very much. While she trembled and shook and quivered, Bow teasingly moved his hips with a downright predatory rhythm, sliding that man’s fat cock in and out, in and out. Seeing their gentle, loving kiss must have angered the primitive male, because he had fiercely interjected in the most blunt, guileless way possible: lining his juicy dick up with Fluttershy's breeding hole and plunged into her honeyed depths. It was like an open rebellion, staged in defiance of their lesbian tryst. That big, hard shaft slithering in and out of Fluttershy's pussy, and those fat balls slapping her ass with each thrust, were there to remind her of one thing: she was here to make babies.

She wanted babies. So she soon moved against him. They began to fuck each other with making babies in mind, and right in front of Applejack. "Applejack... Nnnh! I'm gonna... I'm gonna get pregnant now... Bow has chosen me... Mm... We'll be pregnant with his babies... t-together!"

"That's right... you'll be... taking his babies now. You worked so hard, and... this brat's been so naughty. So you jus'... claim what you deserve, steal all that seed from the man as his punishment... And make sure he never forgets this!" Applejack's voice reached Fluttershy's ears in a lustful, hushed whisper.

She persisted with the comical charade that these actions could possibly be teaching Bow a lesson, but with the way things were going, the only thing the cocoa-coloured man could reasonably take from this moment was that he had been paired with two insatiable women with outlandish figures, each equally obsessed with the pleasure his comparatively small body provided. Being buried beneath hundreds of pounds of super-curvy Amazon could have been considered discipline of sorts, yet the erotic noises slipping out from underneath Applejack's world-class rear made that outcome highly unlikely.

And that wasn't even touching upon the looks on both Applejack and Fluttershy's faces. The girls let their tongues hang freely from their plush lips... or at least, they did when they weren't altogether much too preoccupied trading sloppy, drooling tongue-kisses that drilled saliva freely down to the washboard belly of the man trapped beneath them!

As the countdown to Fluttershy's impregnation began, the sounds of their lovemaking resonated back and forth across the entire jungle. For seemingly miles around, they filled the air with the filthy, lusty gasps of horny females, spurred on by luscious slaps of juicy female flesh pressing forcibly together. Slurps, gushes, slaps, and moans all came together in an endless carnal chorus of jungle-spring mating.

It was perfect. It was impure, it was lewd. It was a fine lead-in to Fluttershy's final moments as the pure, virginal Maiden-Goddess of the Toxic Jungle... and her new life as little more than a cock ornament for him, a cow-uddered, breeding-curved possession... owned by Bow's fat, musky dick - a cocktoy that existed to pump out brat after brat after brat. Looking on, Applejack knew this, and anticipated it. She was eager to see her pinkette partner swell with life alongside her, both becoming gravid breeding bitches...

So then why did her heart sting as she watched Fluttershy enjoying Bow's amazing cock? As the Druidic beauty expressed yet more joy in imminently joining Applejack in motherhood, the blonde found herself struck suddenly by an emotion she'd not felt in some time.

Envy.

Jealousy welled up within the buxom barbarian. Not because she wished to hoard all of Bow's virility to herself, but simply because of the look of abject delight on Fluttershy's face. Applejack knew what she was missing out on. As delightful as Bow's tongue was, it simply didn't compete with that outrageously disproportionate shaft currently plunged deep between Fluttershy's plump, pale thighs. For all the softness of Fluttershy's frame, Applejack still saw her stomach bulge from the invasive protrusion, where it knocked on the very walls of her womb. There was no question about whether Fluttershy would very soon be stuffed to the brim with virile spunk, cosigning her children to have half-siblings... and adding Fluttershy to the list of Bow's conquests since they'd left his village.

"Y'hear, Bow? Give this... mmm... needy girl the babies she craves... or so help me, I'll sit on your face till sundown!"

Deeper and deeper that brat thrust into Fluttershy's warm, soft, receptive body. With the tireless ebb and flow of a great ocean, that colossal pale booty slapped - with all the volume its weight and size connotated! - down onto his cock... over and over and over. She tensed and untensed thighs like ivory tree trunks over and over, rewarded with the sensation of being full of cock, full of brat-dick... that man’s fat mushroom head scraping her insides, stimulating her right to the core. She moaned like a whore, over and over, tossing her head back, shaking her shoulders, lowing loud and rich like the breeding cattle she utterly resembled in this moment.

She was utterly pleasured, in a dreamlike state where only sex with Bow existed... and it gave her an endless reservoir of energy with which to bounce on his virile cock. A less plump, rounded... fat ass would have beaten Bow up sorely with such forceful fucking, but with her it was like being squeezed between two bowls of jello. There was no other feeling like it.

Fluttershy worked her breeder's fat cock like a machine, both lovers singularly fixated on ensuring he finished a speedy, satisfying completion deep inside her womb. To Applejack's eyes, there was no more beautiful sight.

... Except for the one between Fluttershy's legs: every time Bow's dick slid out of his bitch, it seemed like their lovemaking had become even more sloppy... He leaked volumes of precum like most men's entire ejaculations, and soon that dark shaft pounding Fluttershy's slit was painted near-white, a bubbling froth of semen coating it as it pushed in and out of her. By now, the inside of her pussy must be coated in a thin layer of his spunk, her entire vaginal channel greased and sparkling with Bow's powerful, inseminating semen.

It had bred one girl here already! Now it was filling Fluttershy without a stitch of protection on anyone's mind... only breeding, breeding and more breeding! Like Fluttershy atop him, Bow had become tireless.

It was really as if a voice whispered in both their ears, a presence arrived here from another realm of consciousness entirely... a strong, rich, resonating voice that whispered in their ears over and over to make children, to add yet more spoils to her divine radiance. From Applejack, the Goddess's Blessing had passed to Bow, making him stronger, more vigorous, giving him a fatter, longer cock... and, of course, increasing his sure-fire chance of pregnancy far past mortal means, guaranteeing twins, triplets and more with every pregnancy. Like Applejack, those two had become disciplines of this mischievous fertility goddess, and this was their method of worship! Hot, naughty, bareback sex, spurred on by a being that saw them all as means to an end, a force that would drown them in their own pleasure... and keep the men horny and the girls pregnant forever and ever.

"Fill Fluttershy up," that voice seemed to say. "Show these women your power as a man..." Bow could not resist a moment longer. He howled, soft voice reaching a level of savagery yet unheard of, and lifted his hips one final time. Balls like melons contracted under the weighty trunk of that Goddess-empowered shaft, churning up a veritable ocean of semen, a roaring torrent of seed that raced up and out of his nuts, rocketed along the length of the cock hilted in Fluttershy... and, without a single intermediary between, began to dump into her womb. Shot after shot after shot of Bow's seed pounded into Fluttershy's womb, pooling and stirring, becoming a gurgling mess that sloshed her full to bursting... not just flooding her womb, but creaking and expanding it. Bow's semen leaked into her, infusing into her body just like it had with Applejack, changing her and growing her... making her bust larger, her thighs thicker, her hair more long and lustrous. He grew, she grew, and Applejack fed on the drug-like fertility energy pouring out of the pair, resisting the urge to push her fingers up into her pussy.

Fluttershy moaned one final time, going stock-still as her belly bulged... and then collapsing into Applejack’s arms, huffing and puffing, eyes obscured where her hair had flooded over her face, leaving just a pair of pouty, smoochable lips exposed, puckering over and over like a fish.

Feeling her womb sloshing with her lover’s semen, knowing she would have his child... it was the ultimate aphrodisiac to any woman, let alone one as doting and devoted to her man as Fluttershy. She kissed Applejack with all her might, gaining gravity from the other girl’s soft body, holding on so that her mind did not drift away on a sea of pleasure... “Hnnhmmm...”

Life flourished. Sperm breached eggs. More of Bow’s progeny took hold in fertile female wombs, and Applejack’s clan gained still more future members... Or would it be more accurate to call it the Goddess’s Breeding Cult?

Fluttershy had made it very clear from the beginning that she desired Bow, and his impregnating seed, over all else. Now she'd finally obtained it, the state it left her in was nothing short of phenomenal. What a semen-slurping, cock-drunk bitch she now resembled...

To Applejack, it looked as if the voluptuous pinkette had achieved the maternal bliss of completely submitting to a cock that had handled her masterfully. Had Applejack not experienced first-hand just what Bow could do to a woman, namely her, she might have difficulty believing such an innocent-looking man could be responsible for this.

Still locked in an embrace with the pinkette atop Bow, Applejack gasped as she felt herself being gently nudged backwards... not by hands, but by Fluttershy's swelling middle. As Bow's outrageously disproportionate shaft pumped supernatural levels of spunk into Fluttershy's womb, a spectacular change overtook the druid.

With this recent infusion, Fluttershy bid farewell to her waspish middle. Now she would be curvaceous everywhere. Her formerly-flat abdomen inflated considerably, expanding to the point it bumped Applejack's own belly. Bigger and bigger it surged, timed with the frequent bucking of Bow's hips, and his erratic breathing in the wake of his toe-curling orgasm. First, Fluttershy's belly only barely brushed against Applejack's burgeoning womb. Then, it firmly pressed upon it, throbbing with churning, virile contents. Before long, both girl’s middles struggled for space, pressing against one another with enough pressure to flatten them just slightly, much like their busts already had been.

In short, Fluttershy's waistline expanded in leaps and bounds. It added more size, more curve, more woman, to the already outrageous spectacle of softness and muscle parked atop his fragile form. Yet more of his mocha smoothness vanished as the two warrior women grew further, grew together.

Life had been sown within Fluttershy during this moment. And as much as Applejack might like to say otherwise, the proud, blonde barbarian felt envious. She was denied not just the pleasure that came with a successful conception, but also the divine glow of mating with the chosen male. Her thirsty womb ached from watching semen go anywhere but inside her.

Left denied, Applejack's body vented its frustration on her. Hormones seized her mind, telling her she needed dick... Dick-dick-dick... She needed his dick! It had been nice enough feeling Bow's fevered breathing and naughty tongue against her own, needy sex, but there was no shaking the idea that Fluttershy was the truly fortunate one at the moment. It made Applejack wish she could be bred for the first time again... or at least that she could deliver her babies so she could get onto making the next litter!

So when Fluttershy decided to show her thanks with another kiss, Applejack channeled her feelings into more passion. It made it a struggle to determine just who had kissed who. On top of that, the bold warrior claimed Fluttershy's chest in one unexpected movement, gripping both of those expanded mounds in her hands, holding them tightly until the erotic flesh bulged between her fingertips.

Following Bow's "infusion", Fluttershy's chest absolutely rivaled Applejack's own, in both size and luxurious softness. The sight, and the sensation of having them under her hands, only stoked Applejack's competitive spirit even further. She squeezed harder, tighter.

Up until now, she'd only bothered herself with feats of strength. But her involvement with Bow had developed a new need that she had yet to admit... to be the best among those who had caught Bow's eye.

Fluttershy clutched a single fist to her chest. Her big, big, milk-flooded chest, a pair of breasts so large and hefty as to dwarf her already-giant frame.

Even before, they had been cataclysmic udders, more than capable of wet-nursing for a dozen or more brats... milk-tanks in every sense of the word. So large they rendered most clothing impotent to cover them, bulging, deforming, bursting, swelling!

Fluttershy's tits had grown beyond all recognition, too large to be considered the assets of an ordinary lady anymore. They made milk. They squeezed cocks. They hung, insanely-oversized, off her front, making her walking tits, enormous and bouncing. Now the pale-skinned beauty had a dynamite, truly huge rack, bouncing down to her waist and far, far out to either side... existing to please man who wanted far, far too much tit.

And despite having already grown so much over the last few hours, they still had plenty more development in store. She would swell even fatter, even milkier, even more bosomy so as to effortlessly dispense the tides of milk required to keep all Bow's young fed.

Big titties! Luscious bodies! Women carrying Bow's children! In the end, it proved too much for him. That fleshy, bouncing conversation taking place directly over his languishing form between racks brown and pale was a strong reminder he needed more sex... and he needed it with these two fertility goddesses lounging on him like a couch. His overgrown pole grew veiny and turgid a second time within moments, stiffening and rising to the task of fucking deeper and harder inside these insatiable breast-whores.

The brat wriggled out from under the girls, plucking his cock from Fluttershy's slit in a way that made her moan in delirium. She keeled over forwards as if she'd just received a swift kick.

"Uuooohhh..." the lewd wife-slut moaned, long hair falling about her as she went face-first into Applejack's rack. The pink-haired bimbo shook like a leaf all over, wracked by the aftershocks of her orgasm, and also by no longer being so gloriously, wonderfully full of cock that every inch of her insides touched him. It was like plummeting back to earth after soaring above the clouds... most unpleasant!

Her hands immediately flew to her stretched, gaping pussy. She pushed Bow's semen back inside herself, and prevented the rest from dripping out.

Meanwhile, Bow moved to sit to the side of the girls, causing Fluttershy to instantly turn to face him. When she knelt alongside Applejack, it was with plenty more of those lewd gushes and squishes. Gouts of hot semen drooled out of her, steaming all along the cool grass. A more conscientious girl might have rolled onto her back to ensure impregnation, but she was in just such a tizzy at the moment! One look from Bow and she was like a yipping puppy, wagging her tail as she sat up for treats.

Standing, Bow was still shorter than either of the kneeling women. He moved closer, placing a hand on either of their huge, raw tits, clasping Applejack's dark flesh and Fluttershy's creamy skin at the same time, bouncing and wobbling, kneading their perfect, indecent figures. He groaned, dropping his knees onto them, using the girl's figures to hold himself aloft as he played with big, milky tits. He thrust at them, gliding his erect dick across their smooth bodies.

Fluttershy purred, and laughed gently. "Looks like he wants more... Why don't we both take care of our tough little man now, mm?"

Chapter 2

When Applejack came to, she no longer found herself mired in the fields of the deadly, dangerous Toxic Jungle. Instead, the mighty Amazon awoke on a small, lush hill, situated in a grassy meadow.

A thick fog hung in the air. It turned her surroundings into indistinct, hazy shapes, and made the sun little more than a faint, barely-visible glare hanging distantly in the sky.

The absence of Applejack’s accumulated aches and pains of the last few hours brought her to the conclusion she must be dreaming. Slowly and carefully checking her body, she found the oozing wounds and lacerations lacing her muscles gone.

Applejack listened and heard the sound of rushing water from somewhere nearby. Rising unsteadily to her feet, the storied barbarian made her way towards it.

Just a few minutes later, she pulled up alongside a rushing river. The water was cool and clean, a far cry from the Toxic Jungle’s bogs and marshes. In those lands, water must be specially prepared before consumption, but here she could sup as freely as she wished.

It was while Applejack silently studied her reflection in the water that she became aware of another presence nearby. A great woman sat in the water, totally nude if not for a great collection of extravagant jewelry on her person. She was a giant many times Applejack's height, tall enough that even while she was reclining with her legs stretched out, the two could see eye-to-eye.

Some sort of God or Demon, then.

Long purple hair spilled down around the Goddess's shoulders, interwoven with emeralds, butterflies of all colours and a crown fashioned from a dozen rubies that left her forehead bare. A collection of priceless necklaces dangled about her neck, covering her throat almost completely. Her porcelain-white breasts were large even for her size, both propped up on a gravid, expansive belly. The taut skin strained from an otherworldly pregnancy.

Her face was beautiful, with eyes that shone with thousands of years of wisdom. She projected the aura of a queen and a conqueror, one of the mighty powers that this dark and savage world turned around.

"Greetings, young warrior, who hath made a pact with ourselves so many years ago. We see you have become strong... most prodigious... since you accepted the Goddess's boon."

Applejack had to stifle a gasp. This was her Patron? The one she had made the pact of power with all those years ago?

The Goddess smiled slyly, puckering full lips that shone as brightly as her crown’s rubies. "We entreated to you many gifts. A physique to rival the great mountains of our world. The speed of the wind itself. Powers to rival the beasts of legend... And yet, you now stand before us.”
"One of our weakest warriors has soundly bested you in combat... Not a turn of events we couldst have predicted... Yes, of this we are quite certain, hohoho~"

The Goddess extended a hand towards Applejack, inviting her into the water. "Come closer."

But Applejack was having none of it. She began to protest in outrage. "S-soundly bested in com... Why I never heard such horsefeathers! It were just a lucky poisoned arrow shot, after I'd already been worn down to a nub, y'hear me? Them fellas and their cowardly toxins! If I'd had a few more seconds, I'da... I'da..."

Applejack saw the Goddess’s smile turn to a frown, her lips thinning. The deity had no patience for excuses. With no recourse but silence, the warrior raised her mighty shoulders and resigned herself to judgement.

"Naw, you got it, my Goddess. Sure as I'm sittin' here, I finally been beaten. I'll come along to the afterlife all peaceful-like." While the blonde felt disappointed with her final battle, she lacked the position to complain.

To be imbued with the power of the gods, and still fall in battle... The Amazon knew in her heart of hearts that she had no grounds to raise complaints. To do so would only demean her myriad accomplishments. She had accepted power knowing this day would come, where she perished on the battlefield. She would never have grown old, and retired in peace.

Applejack approached the Goddess sitting in the pool with a sense of acceptance. She fondly recalled all the feats she had accomplished while she was alive.

Only, just as the barbarian placed one foot into the cool water, in the midst of reliving one particularly humorous incident with a carriage and a thrifty baron that tried to short-change her, something 'clicked' in the woman's mind. She stopped her advance to look up at her patron deity. She hadn't seen her so vividly in many years, not since she was first bestowed with power, but had the Goddess always been… so pregnant? Applejack believed she should remember it better... with those breasts as pendulous as those were hardly something somebody could forget easily, never mind the belly which looked large enough to contain an adult man. Certainly, the barbarian could be wrong, but if she wasn't, did it mean something...?

"Now, ah, Goddess... Iffin' you don't mind me askin', have you always looked so... maternal?"

The giant and greatly gravid woman let out a delighted chuckle at her subject's open-faced question. The action set all those curves to a pleasant jiggle. Her great female abundance rocked playfully with mirth, even as she extended a hand to the barbarian.

She spoke, her voice a honeyed trickle of warmth: "Not always, I assure you, Applejack. Come and sit, and I will explain my great size to you."

Step by step, Applejack entered the pool's soothing embrace. A great lightness overcame her soul as the waters washed over her.

She touched the Goddess’s great belly and felt a great and overwhelming presence of warmth and safety. Arms like tree trunks rose up with a splash, gentle ripples radiating out through the stream. They closed around Applejack from behind and cradled the young adventuress' nude form against the great endowment of her Goddess's pregnancy.

Immediately, the barbarian became aware of a great amount of lively kicking coming from within the curve of the dome so large she could lay atop it. The heat pouring out of the skin stretched tight over that pregnant bulge aroused a great nostalgia even in that steel-muscled brute, an implacable yearning for giving and receiving the gift of life. This radiant, glowing Goddess and her miraculous, supernaturally-sized pregnancy were the perfect picture of what any woman could aspire to. Maybe even a woman like Applejack, who rippled with iron-hard muscles, and had slain more men than she could count.

"Over many millennia, I have given my personal gift to countless other iron-hearted warrior women such as yourself... all with the same promise.”

“And what promise is that?” asked Applejack, her own voice suddenly sounding as if it came from far away.

“... The promise they would deliver unto me a baby of their own upon their defeat."

The truth sank in for the first time. Applejack’s breath caught in her throat. “So... So I ain’t dead yet?”

The Goddess shifted a hand to cradle the back of Applejack's head. "Exactly. You still have much to do... Much service to provide me with. As I pass my essence into your body, so too does the energy and spirituality of your pregnancy return back into myself. Through many human births, I will one day be able to mother a child of my own..."

She raised a great set of fingers, each almost as large as Applejack's hand, and playfully danced them across the blonde's nose. "You are the last one I need. When you fall pregnant to that young, strong warrior, there will be a great release of the energy I require. We will both be having our child together, dearest Applejack."

"But... But he's a weakling!" protested the barbarian, even as feelings of sleepiness began to slowly overtake her. Their time together was fading.

The Goddess giggled, her shaking making the water splash and dance about their nude forms. "Do not hate him for being the one who will father your child. Even in the act of impregnation, it is not always the strongest or the fastest seed that takes root... There is also room for another angle, that of the “opportunistic”. He is quite exemplary of this, mm?”

She crooned wistfully to Applejack: "His children will be more special than you realize. You'll see."

But the barbarian continued her protests! She argued with a warrior’s heart. "Now why's it got to be his children... I ain’t never signed up for this part of the pact at all! I deserve another chance! I deserve..."

Applejack tried to argue in one last defiant act against her supposed fate. It quite effectively went against her earlier resolution of calmly accepting the Goddess' verdict. As comforting as the embrace of her Goddess was, the barbarian couldn't imagine herself settling with a lifetime of nursing babes from her chest. She had been destined for greatness! It didn't matter that merely touching her Goddess' maternal swell could instill a need to bear children in her body... There was absolutely no way that such a desire could have genuinely come from within herself!

However, the Goddess met Applejack's arguing with a comforting smile. The periphery of Applejack’s vision darkened. Her time with her patron deity was coming to a close, and she was being sent back to the living world she thought to have lost forever.

In a sense, that was a second chance, albeit one not as a warrior, but as a mother to that pitiful man’s offspring.

Applejack still wrestled with the idea that such a scrawny male could ever hope to seed her... even with the Goddess' reassurance that it was an inevitability.

The darkness enveloped Applejack completely. All sensation of the water against her skin, or the Goddess' touch against her body, disappeared.

Applejack fell into nothingness as her consciousness faded.

Her haze dissipated. The barbarian stirred, finding herself lying somewhere she did not recognize. To her, only a few minutes had passed since she had 'fallen' in battle, but how long had she actually been unconscious?

"Mhm...unh..."

Just as the humid bluff overlooking the depths of the jungle had given way to the misted rivers of the seat of a Goddess, now that gave way to a deep, dark place full of warmth. Applejack awakened in a third place.

The statuesque barbarian lay on her back on comfortable, if rudimentary, bedding. As her consciousness slowly seeped back to her, Applejack felt light pinpricks of pain from where her rapid healing sealed over the many seeping gashes and injuries dotting her body. At least being rendered as breeding chattel by her Goddess hadn't removed her powers... It seemed then, that she was fated to become a super-milf, the kind whose child-making - and bearing - would be steeped in legend.

Wincing slightly, Applejack groggily opened her eyes to find a canvas-weave forming the ceiling overhead. That meant she was most likely in a tent.

A warm fire crackled nearby, casting comforting shadows on the walls... as well as the enormous swells of her new, expanded breasts. Unusual! Obstructing! Heavy!

Applejack stared down at her own chest for some time, feeling like a rubbernecker at the site of a great disaster. She stared so hard her eyes ached, wishing her enormous bosom would recede in size even slightly... But it did not. It remained colossal.

It would take some getting used to. Applejack quietly studied her rack, in sheer disbelief, for some time. They had already expanded so large and heavy it would take a grown man using both hands to lift a single one.

Her chest had swelled immensely from its already-ample size, a heft she wouldn’t have expected until after she’d had a good number of children. Already, they obscured a great deal of her view of the ground, and wobbled with every inhale. Her sense of balance would be irrevocably warped.

Would she have to give up swinging her axe for good, out of respect for their pendulous weight? And to think they were supposed to grow even larger in the days to come. Absolute madness.

Finally, she ripped her eyes away from her fat brown breasts, and looked about the tent. And in doing so, Applejack saw her “captor.”

The small white-haired and dark-skinned native from before sat by the fire. During the hectic combat earlier the tattered rags hanging loosely on his body had measurably guised his scrawny, malnourished physique. But now, sitting with his knees up, arms lightly wrapped around them, she could see how skinny and hungry-looking he really was. The bow he employed to defeat her lay in the leaf-covered flooring by his side. A single poisoned arrow rested on the grip.

He saw Applejack awaken, and startled. He immediately reached for the weapon... at a pace so slow it infuriated Applejack. His clumsy movements played out at a tenth of her speed when she was in top condition, but in her current state he had all the time in the world. He fell over himself in his rush to pick up the weapon, forget his arrow, then pushed his hands through the many green leaves underfoot looking for it. He finally snatched it up, nocked it, and pointed it at her, waiting for the great barbarian to attack!

"You jus' hold on! I've had just about enough of those damnable poisoned arrows for one day. I'll stay put..." Applejack exhaled. She raised her hands in a defensive gesture as he readied his weapon. As much as the barbarian would have loved to knock him aside and make her dash to freedom, she knew her body well. She knew she was in no state to do anything like that. Her recently-healed wounds still ached, a few blinding pains over the general ache suffusing her entire body.

It was on that note that Applejack remembered there were far more important things that she needed to consider first, before worrying about whether or not she'd still be able to do battle. She was in some unknown location, stripped of both her trusty battle axe and most of her armor. She needed answers, just as she needed to convince the man before her to not loose his arrow and put her into a dreamless sleep once more.

"You. What's your name, puddin'? Where are we right now?"

A long moment of consternation passed within the confines of the dark tent. The only sounds came from outside the canvas overhangs, birdsong and animal cries muffled by the thick material.

The wide-eyed jungle-dweller shifted with uncertainty for a moment, then with a long exhale, his puffed-out chest deflated. He lowered his weapon.

If he'd been asked why he no longer felt threatened by Applejack, he wouldn't have been able to find the words for it. He just had a feeling...

And yet it was one of the strongest feelings he'd ever had in his life. He felt like he could trust her, and it was a soothing sensation. Trust was hard to come by in the Toxic Jungle, but her words sounded like they were made just for his ears.

His mouth opened, little brown lips smacking wetly together. The words didn't come easily, yet he forced his tongue to move and the introduction to take shape. "I'm..." he began to say, when the door to the tent was suddenly whisked open behind him.

A tall, silver-haired woman in her twilight years stood in the entrance to the tent, a variety of poultices, herbs and remedies clutched in her arms. There was no doubt about her age, the solidly built brown amazon looked old enough to be his mother... or even further back in the generational gap! She was built for strength and durability more than gracefulness, much like Applejack herself, with broad shoulders, and a massive pair of teats held up in a wrap. Her wide hips, looking as if they'd given birth countless times in the past, were bound in a small, tight skirt.

"Ah. Our guest is awake," spoke the woman. Applejack immediately resolved that this woman was articulate and learned, despite her thick local accent: a wise woman in a land of bloodthirsty savages.

She came and stood by the young man, ruffling his hair with a distinct familiarity. Right before Applejack's eyes, she knelt and softly planted a kiss on his lips, imparting a steamy smooch that traded plenty of saliva between the pair. He accepted it warmly, simply rolling his eyes back. He groaned and drooled into her mouth... a substance she greedily swallowed from him.

She stood again, smiling at his now more-than-obvious erection. He seemed unused to civilized conduct, because he lazily kept his legs apart, making no effort to hide the immense bulge. He played with it idly as he looked up at the two enormously-built women, running a finger along the shaft as if wondering when he'd get to use it.

"Thank you for joining us, Miss Applejack. And thank you as well for such a speedy recovery. I barely even had the time to apply my most basic medicine before you were on the mend. You have a strong body."

"Allowest me to introduce myself. I am Mare, and this delightful young man is my lover, Bow."

When Applejack attempted to rise, the woman gently laid a hand on her chest. Directly on one of those colossal teats, in fact.

"I would recommend you stay here with us until nightfall. The survivors of your battle, and the rest of our tribe, are out there in the jungle hunting for you. They will kill you if they find you, and I wish to avoid any further bloodshed than what has come to pass." She continued to hold Applejack down firmly.

"You require the head of the Morbusaian before you return home, correct? Just stay put until you're recovered. Listen to what I have to say, then I will tell you where it is. Besides, you have something more pressing to occupy you for the moment. More important than whatever foolish errand you're on for that fool Jordi."

She took Bow in front of her, running the fingers of one hand through his hair. With the other, she traced lines on his small, flat belly. "I must teach you how to fuck this beautiful man’s brains out, mmm? I wouldn't ever consider handing him over to a woman who can't worship every inch of his perfect body with all her heart..."

Applejack already had words on her lips to protest. Such vulgar language, and coming from a stranger! She would absolutely give her a piece of her mind...

But she didn’t. She saw the woman nod to her shoulder gravely, and Applejack’s eyes followed along. She was disquieted by what she saw there.

An unusual-looking brand had formed in Applejack’s skin. Her Goddess's symbol, a blade inside of a circle. Mare raised her partner's arm and showed Applejack an identical symbol etched into his flesh. "You have been chosen to care for his member... but the thought of you treating it as a bloodless, selfish affair is too much for me... No, you will learn supreme reverence for Bow, or I might just turn you over to the tribe after all."

She pecked Bow on the cheek, smiling coyly up at Applejack. "You must have been wondering why I agreed to save your life, yes? It's that brand. I’ve researched them before...”

She coughed. “It will make both of you itch desperately for the other's body, an urge that only grows more helpless, and pathetic, as the days go on."

She stroked Bow’s hair, her expression visibly darkening as she continued speaking. "A week without his seed flowing into your belly and you'd crawl through crocodile-infested waters for a mouthful. A month, and you'd chop your own hand off for a thimbleful of his seed. And he's in the same situation, a little cow you need to keep milked or he'll suffer. Do you now understand the situation you are in?"

"Now I understand all that perfectly well, broodmare. Y'all done quite well to share your deviancy with a stranger, feign hospitality, and then threaten that very same stranger all in one breath. Now seein' as you made it very clear your assistance’s only been as a result of my Goddess brand, I reckon I'll pass on showing gratitude in kind," the amazoness said before turning to the only male in the tent.

"So, this is the fiend the Goddess has matched me with..." Applejack curtly scoffed.

Applejack found the older woman to be grating the moment she stepped into the tent. The barbarian had to question just how much of their tribe was 'out there hunting for her' when she had personally shown each and every one of them on that battlefield their end. Had they not resorted to cowardly poisons, Applejack would have triumphed completely... And even weakened, she still managed to smite them one after the other!

Strong-bodied warriors would be in short supply after her efforts, so Applejack remained insolent in that regard. As for her supposed addiction to the diminutive male’s seed, the unmistakable mark they shared made it easy to believe that could very well happen.

She adjusted her posture to sit cross-legged before these two odd individuals, Applejack silently noted that she couldn't yet feel anything unusual... but it was too early to assume that she would be well enough to try and make an escape attempt from this savage village and this loathsome woman.

"So what's your plan, exactly? You wantin' me to stay here and tend to him, right? Or did you have something else in mind for me brewin' in that twisted little head of yours?"

Applejack took her first good look at the woman since she’d come in, and found her frustration growing further.

Mare would have effortlessly out-sized any ordinary woman, yet Applejack was far from ordinary. Both of their monumental figures had been forged over years of training, but while Applejack had chosen to develop her strength participating in tribal conflicts and wrestling Krakens (not an innuendo), this woman had been breeding over and over and over. Her belly had grown round and gravid countless times, and her frame had developed alongside it.

She now possessed a body developed for an equally singular purpose as Applejack, with a thick behind of shelf, mighty thighs and a bosom laden down with endless nourishment for her young. Broodmare was right! The magnanimous milf was a few more inches of hip away from contentedly munching grass in a field somewhere.

Was Applejack looking at her own future in this woman? Would her strength fade and her pudge develop? Would all her statuesque muscle, previously contained in bulging biceps and horse-like thunder thighs, now be cruelly redistributed to a fiendishly-capable vagina that milked cocks dry, along with a herculean set of pelvic-floor muscles for forcing out sausage-strings of this bastard's young? It seemed a fate reserved for the nancy farm-wives she rescued from raiders, not for a heroine straight from legend!

Mare allayed her fears somewhat by speaking softly. "As much as it would please me to see you repopulating our tribe... turned over to the life of a domesticated, placid mother contentedly squeezing out young... I know it will not come to pass. No, the braves you felled today will have to be replaced by other bright young women, of that I am certain."

She continued gently petting Bow's hair. "You must be out of the Toxic Jungle by tomorrow morning. I cannot promise the warrior's thirsts for revenge will abate, and I cannot keep your presence a secret for long."

"Therefore, your only course of action is to return to the Merchant Prince with your prize... and with Bow alongside you. He is bound to you now, and will not survive long without your body to sate himself on."

Mare curled her lips into a smile. "Sate himself over... and over... and over... Until your belly has made a mockery of your heroic feats. Until you are as pregnant as a sow. Hoo! Your Goddess truly cursed you! I hope I live long enough to witness such a sight for myself!"

"Hrmph. Unlikely, madwoman. Now iffin' I'm free to go, I got very little intention of returning to you or your kin iffin I can help it. Babysitting some brat ain't a burden, it's a mighty small price to pay for freedom." Applejack grunted, dismissing Mare's hopes with a spiteful huff. It was about the most the barbarian could do, given the situation, and while the undeniable proof to the woman's claims lied branded upon her and the shameless stud before her, her pride wouldn't allow herself to audibly acknowledge such a fate. She was no stranger to the belittling words of envious men, who declared that her rightful place was one at home -cooking and bearing children- instead of her mercenary work. Those had been easy to ignore, or silence altogether, but this was a different matter altogether. Applejack tried her best to look cavalier, but those attempts were somewhat sabotaged by her inability to look upon Mare - or her body - for long.

The blonde continually averted her gaze without any conscious effort on her part. As if refusing to look upon the supremely-maternal figure before her might stave off her own fate: the fate of ending just like that herself. Applejack couldn't help but wonder if there was a time when Mare might have been a warrior, and that muscle decorated her body instead of layer upon layer of fat wrought from binging untold amounts of life into the world...

Applejack shook her head to dispel such distracting thoughts, and turned her attention back to matters at hand. If she needed to leave the Toxic Jungle by tomorrow morning, that meant that she would have to depart as soon as possible to make the long trek back to the prince, all while safeguarding some weakling! Making sure he was protected was in her best interests, for there was a very good chance that what Mare was saying was true... as much as the barbarian would have liked to believe otherwise.

"Now how bout my weapons and supplies. You got 'em? I reckon I'll need every last piece of the puzzle if I'm gonna be leadin' this one through the dangers of the jungle..."

Mare nodded and finally slipped her hands free of Bow's black locks. "Of course. My dear, please fetch the outsider her things."

Bow nodded and slowly rose to his feet. He stepped out of the room and returned a few minutes later, clasping an armload of weapons, bags and Applejack's life-sustaining supply of fresh water. Following the witch doctor's gesture, he laid the bundle down at the amazon’s feet.

"There you are. I have replenished your supplies and included the medicine for the toxins that were pumped into your body... Although I suspect you will not need them to make a speedy recovery. Consider it a safe-guard measure."

"I have also included a small bag of coin, which I estimate will be enough to pay for his needs for several years. Think nothing of it... We of the Toxic Jungle have little use for the currency of the mainlanders, and it wasn't mine to begin with. Rather they are the spoils taken from those who came before you, attempting to slay the Morbusaian as you had."

"Now then," she said, taking a deep huff. "Come here, Bow."

Bow inclined his head towards the much larger, older woman. He responded rapidly to her words, coming closer just as he was bid. He moved as if obeying some deep bond that had existed between them for some time.

"Where's this fella's mother?" Applejack asked aloud. "She got no say in none of this?"

Mare extended her arms towards Bow, looping her coal-black hands around the back of his brown neck. She drew him into her warm embrace until his entire front was supported by squishy black breast.

She looked at Applejack over the small one's head. "You are right to ask. You can surely see there is no family relation between us, mm?”

She took a deep breath. “Well, it is as you suspect. The harsh and inhospitable depths of the Toxic Jungle are no place for innocents, and his mother surely was one. A royal princess who was taken by the tribe's chieftain, she was the perfect jewel in his crown... until she died giving birth to this one.”

The statuesque witch doctor took in a little huff of air. "His father shunned him, and he might have been lost to the wilderness if I hadn't opened my doors to him. Since then, I have raised him and cared for him until he grew up into the marvellous man he is now, and now..."

Mare planted a gentle kiss on Bow’s forehead. There was no time for her to be so sentimental. She spared herself a single tear, then turned his face up until he was looking into the deep pools of her violet eyes. "I am your lover no more, dearest Bow. Now, you must go with this woman."

She leaned down, and he rose to meet her instinctively. Surrogate mother and son’s lips met. His body went limp in her arms as her large, flexible tongue cradled his smaller one in its grasp. She held him tightly, fingers sinking firmly into his back. When the kiss broke, she shuddered. "You were not chosen by Applejack's Goddess by chance. You are destined for great things, Bow. Go, and make your own path in the world."

Bow hugged Mare tightly, arms finding purchase around her neck. Unlike the kissing from just a moment ago, it seemed like they prepared to make a necessary distance between themselves.

Mare raised her eyes to Applejack's. "We shouldn't waste any more time, mm? If you wish, I will take you to water, where you and he may bathe in privacy... and begin your relationship."

"I'm lookin' forward to bathin' just as much as the next fella, but ain't it no small risk with those tribesmen of yours still out hunting for me? You must have some serious faith in my ability to protect him!" Applejack replied, rising up off the floor of the tent to come to a stand as it appeared they would soon depart. After having cut her way through countless tribesmen following a harrowing trip through the worst parts of the Toxic Jungle, Applejack's body had been covered and spattered with dirt, blood, and who knew what else.

While her wounds might have healed completely, her skin didn't wash itself. The blonde barbarian welcomed the opportunity to bathe... despite Mare implying it would be used to 'begin her relationship'.

There was just the issue of keeping Bow safe if they were attacked while naked and unarmed. Applejack knew there was no way that the forces searching for her could hope to mount an attack on the scale of the one she had already wiped out, but it wasn't her that she was worried about. Small-statured as he was, he looked like he’d go down quick in a real battle.

Allowing any harm to come to Bow would not end well. She made a mental note to keep him as close as possible once they traveled together.

"Alright, little mister. Let's hoof it."

Mare rose to her feet and turned towards the small tent's entrance. She reached down to her side, and smiled warmly when Bow's fingers coiled in her own. "Come."

Chapter 11

"Well, I reckon I might've let him off with just that... but seeing as he so willfully left you in such a state, hmm... It might just be that our man still needs more lessons gettin' taught to him,” Applejack murmured with amusement. She glanced from Fluttershy to Bow and back again, observing them both.

Fluttershy's transformation in particular had been astonishing to witness, especially given how quickly it had taken place. She'd only been around the goddess-blessed man and herself for a few days... and she'd already grown so much! And Fluttershy's figure had already been tremendous to start with: the pinkette represented the most prosperous parts of the jungle, possessing the sort of curves to turn any red-blooded man's head. Wide, childbearing hips, enormous, swaying breasts... just about every facet of Fluttershy's being screamed luscious fertility.

Now, after gleefully taking one of Bow's loads inside of her, she ushered a metamorphosis of staggering proportions.

Like a second puberty, Fluttershy had become bigger, curvier, and a great deal more sexually ravenous. And all within the span of a few hours! She matched pace with Applejack's own altered figure, a fact the blonde barbarian had uncertain feelings about. Kneeling side by side, it was as if her own dimensions had come to be reflected by a mirror, an illusion only broken by their respective chests asymmetrically squashing against one another.

Applejack was left wondering if Bow could repeat the results shown here with any other woman seduced by his cuteness and outrageously thick manhood... or if the two of them had simply provided an incredible foundation on which to improve upon. It might take the enslaving of many other women to be completely certain, but Applejack felt she wouldn't have to so much as lift a finger there: Bow would have girls queuing up for sex even if he didn't want them to. All the legends speaking of history and divinity's most virile, most sexually-charged, most fuckable... they would all have to be rewritten in the wake of this new sexual god, and his religion of sex.

Applejack owed it solely to her incredible willpower that she could still even think upon things other than the girth of Bow's throbbing, virile shaft, and keep herself focused on 'punishing' him for his supposed transgressions. It was also the reason why Applejack shook her head at Fluttershy wantonly scooping up seed that had escaped from her body, just as she also squished herself up against her pink-haired cohort. She only thought about his turgid babymaker when she wanted to, and that was why she was best. She was only a slave when it suited her. Yes, for certain.

Applejack now chose to continue demonstrating her supreme will and control of the situation by directing Bow to her chest, still very much entwined with Fluttershy's. All four of those mountainous melons mashed up against one another, demonstrating their matronly softness and their milky potential. There stood a tiny gap between these monster globes, a single hole that just begged to be properly used. With how close Applejack was to Fluttershy, it was also incredibly small, where even her fingers could get gripped tightly by the abundant, bulging flesh.

However, Bow's mighty length would not be denied. It inched closer, at the behest of the man himself. His eyes widened at the display of four colossal udders wobbling enticingly before him. It would stay a tight fit, but he would make room...

It wasn't easy to get between them. Thankfully, the girls proved very helpful.

At first Bow planted the lightly-curved head of his plump, veined shaft against their soft chests, scooping at them like he wanted to dig the hole out a little bigger. He only succeeded in making the four jello-y orbs stretch over and around the head of his shaft, before springing back to shape and almost knocking him off his feet. Fluttershy steadied him just in time, holding the back of his head in a gentle embrace.

Bow placed his hands on top of the pair's chests, clinging to them like a little mountaineer... or maybe more like a pesky little imp or goblin moments before a well-deserved smiting.

But of course Bow needed more! He could hardly call himself a man if he didn't try to conquer more excess, and bring more of those monolithic bodies under his control. But as much as he scrambled, clawing and needling his way higher up the women towering over him so, the girl's breasts addled as much as they aided. He could use Applejack's flush brown tits for purchase well enough, but so much as placing a foot on Fluttershy was another matter entirely. Where Applejack supported, Fluttershy engulfed, his knee or his foot squishing deeper and deeper into her embrace, swallowing him into creamy depths. Only by keeping one foot on Applejack's chest and the other on Fluttershy's thigh could he address both babes at once.

Clutching the girls in this way, the brat thrust against their bodies, wanting the depths of their tits... Even with the girl's breasts so large and weighty, and squished so tightly together they could have cracked a walnut between those compressed depths, his male instincts called out to him to just go for it. To pound in and feel the tightness rippling all over him, massaging him, pumping him... driving him over the brink of pleasure... A plain commoner seeking the masochistic thrill of being crushed in the breasts of finest heroines, a direct conduit to magic-infused greatness.

Even if he did fit, it would be so narrow and claustrophobic there wouldn't even be room for him to ejaculate. The girls would just laugh as his squishy semen squirted out on either side. Dredging into that marshmallow hell was just asking to bogged down in absurdly-lavish boob.

He should be more careful with such dangerously-masculine urges... He should slow down and take things easy, rather than trying to bliss-bomb his little brain out with these world-class udders... But the only two women for miles around had become the brat's accomplices, leering and cheering in equal amounts as they jiggled and bounced for him, wanting to get him more revved up than ever. Those slutty girls utterly complied in helping their little stud along, encouraging him every step of the way.

He might not be a hero yet, after all, but he presented the courage of one... Surely men of greater deeds than he would never hope to tame such a tremendous volume of breasts, to turn both those wobbling, gargantuan sets of juggs into a pleasing masturbation aid. For the colossal-chested there were few greater pleasures than meeting men who were as breast-obsessed as this one - males who truly worshiped cleavage as a religion - and the pair just couldn't help themselves around him. They cooed over Bow's courageousness and presented themselves more freely to him, swinging more raw, bouncing tit towards him to please and entice.

This close, so close they felt his hot breath on their racks, the girls could easily grasp his bottom, holding him tight against their bosoms. They helped Bow along, keeping the little cutie and his great big dick from slipping back onto the grass. After all, he had cowtits to make passionate love to, and the audience behind those tits to impress. The girls pursed their lips and watched in awe as if a daring thriller unfolded, a hot hero who must overcome melons too big for most!

And the girl's matronly, loving assistance turned out to be necessary. In his haste to slide inside, silly little Bow blasted off preemptively, gushing jets of seed splashing either all down the sides of their chests, or into that hole that still eluded him. He even put enough out to soak the girl's arms, not that they held him any less tightly.

"Yes! Go on, Bow!" Fluttershy cheered him on, shifting her hand to his thigh and encouraging him to straighten up nicely, redoubling his lewd grip on their larger forms. He clung tightly to the peaks he'd worked so hard for.

Beside her, Applejack worked equally to encourage little Bow to have at them, driving himself into the outrageously tight spot formed by the sweet, warm union of their busts. They might have been softer than the most luxurious pillows, but those four, grand globes had been pushed together with an intense amount of pressure, simply from the barbarian's close proximity to her pink-haired partner who faced her. Would he fit, and nut himself silly in their mutual depths? She might have her doubts about that, but, well... There were worse ways to spend an afternoon than trying to fit a massive, hulking cock into your compressed cleavage, weren't there? Despite any other feeling she might have about all this, playing with Bow's penis was... fun. Yes, definitely fun.

Yet, as Bow had already done several times now, he defied Applejack's expectations. He worked his little hips, grunting and grinding, and it all came together all at once: The pressure on his bottom, the spunked-up lubrication of their squishy tit-pussy, and the force of his thrusts... He made it in! It might have only been made possible by the stray ropes of his potent seed sopping up the entrance to Heaven, but either way... working with a gap barely enough to slip a finger in, Bow drove his outrageous manhood straight inside.

Those unrivaled breasts, the same that could make even the most devout monk renounce any vows of chastity, were forced apart around his indomitable length. Thank the Gods! He had one coherent thought before his mind blanked out: "It's hot in here..."

Then his higher brain functions lost traction. He only thought of the cock sunk into breasts, the two religious symbols of their Goddess locked tightly together.

"Hnnnaaaahhhh..."

And that was how Bow came to find himself immersed in the supreme softness of this world's four largest, best breasts. The Goddess had spared no magical expense when it came to puffing Applejack and Fluttershy's figures up, and now they had curves beyond curves... matronly, maternal forms that spoke directly to the most primitive parts of the male brain. Men's members hardened to steel just from one of these two breeding bitches being a few kilometres away, let alone both of them... any man laying eyes on either would complain of bloated, swollen balls for weeks, or months, afterwards.

Actually, Bow would have complained of this as well, if not for those two slinking majesties permanently prowling around the end of his dick, fastening their lips and wombs to him and drawing his product out as fast as he made it.

All about them, the earth moved, as if in outraged protest of this union. Even the almighty Goddesses of this realm could only dream of being as stacked as Applejack or Fluttershy... Divine powers made to feel like washboards turned their fury on the world itself.

The earth quaked, much like Applejack and Fluttershy's warmth quaked about Bow's member. The oceans churned, much like the sloshing cream of their over-productive mammary glands churned in their hefty milk-tanks.

For some far away, it felt like the world was coming to an end... but it felt like that for Bow most of all. His mind, and his consciousness, melted away in that silky-soft prison of pure orgasmic pleasure. He could have died happily after tasting the grandest of life's pleasures, but he wouldn't... And, to the chagrin of millions of other men around the world, Bow would awaken tomorrow to immediately receive this once-in-a-lifetime treatment again. And the day after that. And the day after that.

Applejack had claimed that all her actions had been for the sake of 'punishing' little Bow for supposed transgressions, and yet here she was - her and Fluttershy - burying a staggering portion of his relatively tiny body under a sea of luscious breast. The women that had claimed him as their own just about muffled his cute cries under all their ripe flesh, and his sweet responses to it all just encouraged them further.

But Applejack had long since run out of excuses for just why a proud and noble barbarian conducted herself in such a manner. Her body was as powerful and potent as ever, rippling with superhuman strength that could fell titans and armies alike... but once again she'd set her battle-axe aside to wield a different weapon, smooshing her enormous udders together in a forceful grip coiled about the throbbing meat-pillar before her. How long could she continue to assert that she had little interest in the goddess' edict?

Perched as he was, high up on Applejack and Fluttershy's chests and soft, warm figures, the sensation overload that came from sticking his big breeding tool into the depths of their chests just about clean knocked little Bow off. Pleasures undreamed-of coursed through his lean little figure, blanking his mind clear out of his skull... all while those little legs trembled. Fluttershy whined prettily as he dug his naughty toes about in her teat trying to work out some of that absolutely magnificent tension, but she didn't shake him off. She just held onto him tightly as he blissed out on the pleasure of getting squeezed so tight.

Heat. Heat and pressure. From tip to base and back again, that was all of Bow's world, all the sensation he felt. He stared wide-eyed up at the two gorgeous babes looking serenely down on him, goggling at them as his little hips pounded away. Now that he was in, he shifted into a natural position... one where he could really work his hips.

Now Bow could properly look down at the breathtaking sight beneath him. From his point of view, his cock just... ended. It rose defiantly up against those four flawlessly-shaped breasts, struggling against the urge to just... pop off instantly when presented with so much meat, and then it vanished. Even a dick as lovely as his could be totally engulfed in their chests, and when Applejack's bouncing browns and Fluttershy's creamy pales met in the middle, his fat cock just disappeared. The only reminder he was in there was the sweat, semen and drip-dripping milk oozing from that minuscule crevice

It was the most erotic sight to go with the girl's soft, warm eyes as they enveloped him. Realizing he was in for quite a day, Bow started thrusting. He started making love to the girl's busts, enjoying the tits he'd swelled up, the racks that had grown larger than ever to nurse his children.

"Nnnnh..." Too much. It was seriously too much. How big you were and how bullying your cock could be didn't matter when you were trapped between two such busty girls, who could take even the tautest, neediest penis and paizuri it down to nothing... Their tittyfucking could squeeze him down to the last drop, and both girls knew it.

But even with their power over him, Fluttershy contentedly let him thrust away, knowing direct insertion into breasts or pussy or mouths or anything else was the tribal man’s favourite... So she let him hammer himself in like she was a toy for his pleasure. And when his needy thrusting got too much, when he became jittery and panted and sweated and drooled, she helped the tiny thing up onto her chest, giving him some respite.

While he maniacally pumped his hips away at the spot between the girl's breasts, she stroked his hair, cooing sweet things in his ear... offering her congratulations. "You did it... Good stud... You fit the whole thing in... Such a strong man... That's why you were going to be my husband... Why you have us to do what you please with... Strong man, good man~"

She continued whispering to him in her sweet voice as he wormed on top of her, thrusting himself silly, thrusting himself blind, releasing more and more of his hot, steaming semen into the tight, slick den of their chests.

It was her pleasure to be used... which was why she did what she did next.

When Bow was truly at his limit, salivating and ready to cum deep between their bosoms, she took his little hand and leaned forwards, closing in... “Shh... Shh... It’s okay... Relax...” ... and Fluttershy planted her lips on his. She closed her eyes and kissed him, turning his frantic, wild thrusting to a more purposeful, steady rhythm. A rhythm both girls felt all the way through their chests.

The man mewled and moaned into her mouth as she lowered her larger face over his pretty little features, kissing and kissing as he fucked and fucked... and she allowed herself and Applejack to be the warm, inviting titpussy he craved. She kissed him as his balls tightened, and she kissed him as he prepared to climax... and then she broke the smooch, leaving the dizzy, lovestruck man to finish.

He turned from her to look up at Applejack, heading on to the final pumping that would utterly flood the space between the girl’s chests.

And as Applejack watched, she felt herself struck with a... peculiar desire. She blamed Fluttershy for taking the initiative so eagerly.

Kissing. Bow and Fluttershy were kissing. This was supposed to be his punishment and yet... surely there was nothing 'punishing' about that! To assure as much would be both futile and foolish.

It was wrong of Applejack to feel jealous... She had greatly-bested this greatly-chested, pink-haired bimbo beside her in pitched combat, confirming her position as the alpha female. Why, Fluttershy had even begged to be spared like a child, just so she could be with Bow! She'd willingly submitted to her position as Applejack's second.

However, in the wake of that steamy, passionate kiss with such an otherwise pitiful man, Applejack did something she had never done before. She pouted. Fluttershy took something Applejack did not have herself, and thus, the blonde's entire reason became turned around. Her flimsy excuse for this punishment game had been that everything was being done to 'scold' Bow...

But now she needed a new reason to keep participating, or at least to explain away such soft, loving actions. But she found it in Fluttershy... and just in time as well.

"Iffin Fluttershy thinks she can show Bow a better time'n me... she's got another thing coming." And just like that, the excuse formed in her head. She had bested Fluttershy in combat... Now she needed to overwhelm her in love as well. Applejack would pleasure their little stud more than this floozy ever could, so she swore!

That's what she kept telling herself, anyway, as she craned down like Fluttershy had, bringing her full lips closer and closer.

Admittedly... Bow was rather cute, for a pathetic, mewling thing. Something like a puppy, Applejack couldn't push away the desire to cradle and protect him, even as he showed how masculine he could be by thrusting deep between her gargantuan tits. So she didn't have too much trouble slinging one of those enormously muscular arms of hers around his small back - taking him in the same grip that hurled boulders and tore whole trees asunder - and pulled him in for an equally sloppy kiss, and an equally intimate embrace.

Applejack's lips met his with a spark of sensation, heralding her naughty tongue invading his mouth. Obscene gasps and partially-muffled cries joined the wet sounds of his periodic, tit-fucking thrusts, leaving no mistake as to the intensity of their union. Applejack would show Fluttershy how a warrior kissed, and only when she was finished and had her fill... would Bow be allowed to have his release.

"Nnh... Nnh..." Little Bow felt beside himself with pleasure... drunk on hormones, drunk on women. Applejack's might cradled him, while her softness engulfed him... and he drowned himself in her kisses. His thrusting increased in speed, drawing a cry of genuine shock and alarm from Fluttershy... that quickly turned to delighted goading and cheering from Fluttershy.

"Yes! Harder! Faster! Make a big, sticky mess, my beloved!" she squealed, before gripping her utterly insane breasts in both hands, raking them with her nails... and as good as forcing them on him, thrusting her chest at him like the most overeager of sleazy strippers, swinging one up and the other down, alternating, bouncing, massaging him with her nipples... "Yes, yes!"

His plush lips sandwiched against Applejack's, his tongue worming into and around her's... all the way up until his climax. Both women genuinely swore they felt his girthy, superhuman third-leg swelling yet larger still, if only for a moment. It rose up harder than ever, subjected to this supreme treatment... the bulging veins criss-crossing his length swelling up as they worked overtime to keep up with this lengthy, lewd, abnormal erection and climax, something ripped straight from the books of legend.

Naturally, Applejack was much too enthralled in their kiss to react much at all. She just kept on smooching and smooching as the puny - yet so well endowed - man reached his inevitable climax, cradled in her and Fluttershy's arms. She devoted everything to wrestling her tongue against his, treating the act as yet another contest, and a display of her might. Thus, it left Applejack absolutely unwilling to allow herself to 'lose'.

Nevertheless, she looked down at her own quaking bust in disbelief. She was no stranger to Bow's unusually virile climaxes, yet something about the way his manhood twitched against her while trapped in a sea of pillowy breast gave her the impression that this orgasm would be one to be remembered. Applejack was soon proven to be entirely correct.

Any attempt at taking the upper hand from the brat was snatched away, put paid to when her bovine-class bust rumbled like an active volcano. It nicely heralded the incoming explosion as Bow's swaying sack contracted, firing off his pent-up load. Applejack and Fluttershy both gasped, neither babe prepared for what came next.

First, there was nothing but two of the largest pairs of breasts in the world, lustfully mashed up against one another in a brave effort to constrict the man’s not-so-small manhood.

With a perversely long, gurgling splurt, an ocean of semen released into the cramped... rather, non-existent, space between the girl's chests. They felt incredible pressure going off in those depths, a force that might have knocked less sturdy women loose. As Bow cried out, his balls continued to pump and contract and churn, gushing loads up his fat shaft. His seed simply rushed out every which way it could.

Then, there was white. Sticky, warm white, bubbling, foaming, shooting out from the ultra-tight crevices formed from Applejack's temporary union with Fluttershy. A torrent poured out either side. More goo splurted into the girl's laps. A geyser erupted from their combined cleavage, gushing straight up.

And everywhere, along every inch of the line where brown and pale tits came together, big clear bubbles of sperm formed and popped, adding yet more mess and gushing to the already overly-splattered vista. Below, above, to the sides... not a single angle was left not gushing semen. Applejack was coated across her lap and her face simultaneously, filling her senses with the familiar scent of Bow's unique brand of baby-batter. Of course, it made her head swim just as much as it made her feel like a woman.

Where Bow's seed splashed upon her bared skin, a warm, 'spicy' sensation was left in its place. For a moment, all Applejack could think about was trying to lick it up, ensuring none went to waste. However, she stopped herself just in time, sparing her dignity. She had a man to tend to.

Besides, she thought, I'm already pregnant.

Bow worked his hips in wide-eyed euphoria, mixed with a little fear, humping and groaning and crying as his cock released its greatest climax yet... kissing Applejack, Fluttershy, and back again, trading saliva with the girls as he came the closest any man ever would to soaking both their stupendous, divinely-enhanced racks at once.

And then, when it was all over, Applejack and Fluttershy alike were left soaked in spunk.

"Y-you... don't hold anything back, do you? Fluttershy, you bes' be prepared to help me clean all this up... 'Specially after you was goading him like that..."

Fluttershy giggled in a sweet voice, already seizing her own chest, lifting her mammazon melons. She smiled sweetly with her juicy wet lips, before leaning down to start sucking the spunk right off her rack, keeping eye-contact with Applejack all the while. "Ohhh, of course. After all that, I just want to curl up with you and go straight back to sleep... Heehee..."

So she did lay down with her fellow warrior woman, and with little Bow stretched out on their lap too. She submissively cleaned the alpha female, licking up and down Applejack's sweaty, glistening form, tasting the seed and the triumph of their hung little hero.

After that, the way back to civilization was comparatively easy to everything that had come before. Over the ensuing months, the girl's bellies grew rounder and fuller than ever before, teaming with what must be a village of mixed-race brats each. Applejack and Fluttershy had heard of such superhuman pregnancies in the legends, women carrying a dozen children in their womb all at once and the like, but seeing it for themselves was another matter entirely.

They grew fuller, rounder, fitter, bustier, and within a month of giving birth they were both pregnant again. And the month after their second delivery, and the month after the third. The trio had many more adventures, of course, some even carried out with bellies as weighty as the beasts of burden themselves...

And having no further concern, Applejack and her companions sought adventure in the West. Many wars and feuds did Applejack fight. Honor and fear were heaped upon her name and, in time, she became a queen by her own hand... And this story shall also be told.