Applejack Jungle Adventures

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."