My Little Pony: Friendship is Dirty Afterstory

“Heeyyyy, Twiiiilight!” Applejack slurred, and I adjusted my step to keep up with her stumbling gait. A solid half of her weight was resting over my shoulders, and it continually lurched back and forth. “Can we get another drink? I'm feelin' my buzz fade a little.”

“I think you've had more than enough.” Twilight said, holding Applejack's other hand and making sure she kept on the sidewalk as we headed home for the evening. “Come on, sweetie, we're almost back.”

“Nah I'm fine!” AJ chirped. She was most definitely not fine. I understood that both she and Twilight needed a little alcohol to loosen up from all the first-polyamorous-date jitters, but honestly, this was overboard, even for Applejack. I'd seen the girl pound back ten pints of cider in an hour and barely even feel it. She was no lightweight, that was for sure, but when she finished her third glass of wine in thirty minutes and then switched to ordering straight whiskey for the next two hours? Even a heavy drinker like her couldn't hold out against that. She was plastered.

It definitely worried me: The only times I'd ever seen Applejack get this drunk, she had been miserable to begin with, and had always been a sad drunk. I'd never seen her like this before, though: She wasn't miserable, she was more cheery and chipper than ever, even if she couldn't have walked a straight line to save her life. It was definitely cute, but I worried she wasn't entirely comfortable with this.

I had realized too late that the conversation about family had been making her uncomfortable, and Twilight, bless her heart, had tried to steer me away from that topic. Had I really ruined the tone for the whole evening? Or was there something else eating at Applejack? I wasn't sure if I should be worried about it or not.

Despite that, we'd had a wonderful time. Dinner was delicious, and Pinkie's suggestion of Karaoke had been far more entertaining than I had imagined. Even as drunk as she was, Applejack had a wonderful voice, and had managed to get the whole club singing along to 'Country Roads'. We'd managed to become comfortable after a spell, at least... It looked and felt like that. I hoped it was like that.

Going on a date two girls at once was about exactly as you would expect: Twice as much fun, twice as much conversation, twice as many kisses and embraces and gentle caresses, and twice as much stress. We had agreed, this was not going to be a common occurrence. Most of the time we'd just be doing normal one-on-one dates, but I had convinced everyone that we should jump in the deep end to start things off: I thought it might be better if we had one difficult, stressful, and more complicated night right at the start so we all knew what the more complex aspects of this would look like right away. Only then could we ease back and take it more slowly once we knew what we were in for.

We approached the door of Twilight's house, the lights had been left on, and the warm, golden glow was comfortable and inviting after a long night out with my girlfriends. We'd agreed that Sweetie and Spike could have our home to themselves if they wanted some privacy, while Applejack and I would sleep at Twilight's for the evening. I held Applejack upright as Twilight hurried ahead, fishing keys out of her purse and opening the door for us.

“Raaaarityyyyy.” Applejack cooed, leaning more of her weight against me than I could comfortably support for long. I pushed her upright, looking up with a smile. I couldn't carry her (though she had asked three separate times on the walk home), but it was quite gratifying to be depended upon like this.

“What is it, darling?” I gripped her firmly, making sure she maintained her gait towards the door, which Twilight held open, obviously stifling her giggles at the sight of Applejack's amazonian body half-limp and unable to stand upright, depending on my short, twiggy arms for support.

“Can y'all put a baby in me tonight?” She looked down at me, her drunkenness seemed to have retreated a little, but not much. I froze and looked up at her, trying to determine just how much of this was Applejack and how much was the alcohol.

I kept one arm at Applejack's back, the other reaching down between my legs, nursing the bulge that had begun to grow there. Before I could speak my concern Applejack leaned towards me, and I had to step back with one foot to brace myself against the weight of her kiss. She fell into me, reaching down with one of those enormous, powerful hands to grab my wrist, guiding me up to grab her chest. I did so on instinct, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her chest.

It was a good thing we were out of sight and nearly home, because all three of became the image of obscenity in seconds, our dresses tented out and twitching from the sudden wave of arousal. After a few seconds of instinctual excitement over the kiss and intimacy, I pulled back, and Applejack did the same, though with obvious reluctance.

“Applejack, honey...” I swallowed, cheeks hot, head light from the blood rushing away from my brain. “C-come on, let's get inside.” I shook a little as we began walking again, gait more awkward now with the fabric of our dresses pushed in awkward directions.

Applejack tripped on the doorframe, and it took both me and Twilight to catch her and get her upright again. She giggled and put a hand on each of us at the small of our back, squeezing us in close, erections throbbing against her hips. “Mnnhh, c'mon, girls, I'm ready.” She looked between us, “I want y'all to breed me tonight. Knock me up, I don't care whose it is, just give it to me~”

“AJ, that's...” Twilight, who hadn't heard Applejack's earlier request, froze, cheeks growing dark and eyes going wide, “T-that's not...”

“Come on, y'all two both talked about it earlier!” Applejack's expression turned to an impudent pout, “It's all I ever wanted, I wanna be a mother, Twi.”

“Applejack, sweetie, there will be time for that later. You know how much you had to drink tonight, there's no--”

“That's just it, though!” She cut me off, turning to face me, still pressing me against her body, “I cain't... I can't say this normally.” There looked to be genuine tears welling in her eyes, but I still couldn't tell if these emotions were real, or if they were just her usual sad-drunk-tears. “I need to... I have to stop caring, I gotta let my walls down before I can tell y'all what I really want, and what I want is--”

“No, absolutely not.” I interrupted, lifting a finger to her lips to forestall further argument. “If it's not something you can say with your mind clear, then it's not something you really believe.”

“Rarity's right, Applejack.” Twilight said from her other side, “I know this is what you want, deep down, but you can't really be ready for... something like that. Not if you have to be drunk to say it.”

“N-no, y'all, I know I'm... I'm ready fer this. It's all I've ever wanted.” Applejack turned her head back and forth between us, looking betrayed.

“This is just the start of our journey together, darling. We all know how hard it's going to be, adjusting to all of this. We're going to become more comfortable with one another as time passes.”

“I-I just want...” Applejack sniffled.

“Hey, hey...” Twilight reached up, fingers brushing Applejack's chin to turn her gaze towards her. “It's not like we're not going to do anything tonight.” She looked down at her dress, which stuck out nearly two feet in front of her from the monstrous erection still raging and pent-up from all the excitement and flirtation of the evening. Applejack didn't say anything in response, but she didn't look so incredibly down anymore either.

“Come on, let's head upstairs.” Twilight continued, tugging at Applejack's arm, and by proxy, pulling me along. There were no protests; very little could dissuade us from the inevitable once we got excited. Applejack stumbled, but we managed to begin making progress towards Twilight's bedroom after a few seconds, both of us supporting the inebriated amazon the whole way.

When we reached the bed, Applejack lurched forward and fell, face-first, onto the covers. She wasted no time whatsoever, lifting one knee up and reaching back to pull up her dress, exposing her ass to us, spread wide and inviting.

Maybe she was confused and didn't realize we had refused her request so blatantly, maybe she was trying to drown her disappointment in hedonism, or maybe she was just horny enough to ignore the half-measure she had received and enjoy a good threesome.

“You go shower off first. I know you could use it, and I can get her started.” I whispered to Twilight as Applejack let out a whine and looked back over her shoulder at us. She rocked her hips back and forth, the red lace panties (my own design, of course), hugging tightly to her shapely body, a section across the bottom discolored by moisture, showcasing her excitement.

“Are you sure?” she whispered back, looking appreciative of the offer nonetheless, “You don't have to... I mean we'll all have to shower off afterwards anyways...”

“I'm sure, sweetheart.” I leaned in and pressed my lips to her nose, “You need to relax a little too.”

“Thanks, hon.” She kissed me briefly on the lips and slipped away, while I turned back to Applejack, who was watching Twilight leave with a frown.

“Where's Twi goin'?” She asked as I stepped towards her presented ass and ran my hand along it.

“She just needs to use the bathroom real quick, don't you worry about it, sweetheart, She'll be back in a second.” I leaned down and pressed my lips against her curves, fingers tracing the thick, taut muscles of her thighs, tracing up to the waistband of her panties. I pressed my lips against the damp lace cloth that covered Applejack's womanhood, delighting in the fresh, sweet scent of apples and hay that always clung to her.

Applejack let out a groan, and beneath her, I could see her cock twitch. I reached a hand forward to grab it, wrapped snugly in the little sleeve sewn onto the front of her underwear (I really was proud of these panties I had designed), and gripped tight. “Mnnhh... is that good, darling?” I cooed, stroking slowly. She whimpered in response, her body shuddering as my other hand hooked under the waistband and tugged them down over her arched ass, pulling them away just enough to reveal her dripping petals, pink-on-orange, puffy, glistening wet, and flexing in eager anticipation. I leaned forward, parting my lips, letting my tongue out, and pressing my mouth against her slit, moaning as the taste of her nectar hit my tongue.