Applejack Jungle Adventures

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.