Applejack was not a risky mare. She chose her battles, and when she did, she didn’t go down without a fight. Her hair stood on end now, and she could feel every scar from past battles, every instinct of her’s stand on its very edge. The Everfree woods were not a peaceful, nor quiet place- deemed a miracle when it was.
Why then, did she feel so afraid.
Afraid of the void trickling in from dead boughs, afraid of the low whistle of something she couldn’t quite place. It was mysterious to the pony mind and infinitely frightening to the pony eyes. She could see nothing and hear everything. Too bad everything was nothing.
She needed to get home after a long day’s work. Zecora’s hut was just around the corner- but she got lost. She needed to use the restroom (which she could use out here) but didn’t quite feel like using the odd leaf as toilet paper. She learned her poison ivy covered lesson a while ago.
A tiny breeze ran its finger up her back and she stopped dead in her tracks. Applejack refused to venture further and backed up, her haunches tensed and poised to spring at any given moment. Fine hairs stood up as she backed into something rough and cold. Applejack sprang from her spot with a silent yelp, her heart leaping from her chest and returning in one fell swoop as she realized it was only a tree. A silly old tree.
“Gave me a real fright.” She laughed under her breath. “Ain't nothin but a dirty, old trunk.”
From the sliver of moon that still shone, Applejack could see its rough, woodworm exterior. She convinced herself that there was nothing to fear. Was there? There wasn’t, but just to make sure…
Applejack sauntered over to the trunk and gave it a playful kick… a bit too hard. Her nerves got the best of her, the hollow inside wallowing throughout the woods as it shattered under hoof. She heard crows screech and flap away. Applejack cowered. “Bad idea,” she whispered.
Turning from her spot, Applejack knew one word: run. But it was too late. She felt her hoofsteps stop dead in their tracks and hit nothing but cold autumn air as the hollow tree lifted her up. Applejack gulped.
The tree’s hollowness was warranted, as the Timberwolf that held her so tightly in its claws creaked, rising from its sitting position to one where it could see its prey in the moonlight. It opened its brilliant green eyes and smiled.
The wolf three times her size roughly pinned her down, placed a nose on her chest, and inhaled. She smelled like sweat and savory body odor from a hard day's work at the apple orchard not a mile away. The one she was desperately trying to reach before the old wolf snatched her up.
Applejack knew better than to protest. All she could do was whimper and hope her death was all over soon. The Timberwolf got to quick work and leaned down.
The wolf’s nose pressed into her sweaty fur, and an ethereal tongue flicked out to taste it. Applejack’s salty sweat and the wolf’s saliva mixed, its tongue running along the length of her body, tickling her pelvic bone, her belly, her chest, her smooth, toned neck, and finally her red-hot face. Applejack thought she was going to drown from the layers upon layers of spit spilling down her muzzle and coughed and hacked and gasped for air, taking in the wolf’s own saliva, making it her own.
As she struggled for air, the wolf gently lifted her arm with a claw and nuzzled the inside of her armpit. Applejack almost laughed at the sensation. Barely a tickle, but mostly a warm, pleasant sensation running from her armpit to her spine made her shiver and whine. The wolf flicked a tongue out, dragging it up slow and steady, again and again. It filled the concave hole with its sticky saliva and part of its pink tongue, rubbing back and forth ever so gently, covering the entire surface area of one armpit, before moving on to the other.
With the next pass over, it quickly slobbered all over Applejack’s chest, raking in liquid salt. She swore she could hear it hum. Then, it buried its muzzle into her other armpit and breathed. The air movement tickled AJ and she desperately tried to keep from peeing from the sensation. It became harder and harder to restrain herself from going to the bathroom, preventing herself from both shitting and pissing as the wolf went to town on her other armpit. Its tongue flicked out once more, this time fast and ravenous, its pace quickening. She heard it whimper as it drowned her armpit in saliva, slicking it back up again with its tongue, and leaving another batch behind when it left. Again and again and again it licked every nook and cranny of her arms.
Applejack was wet. She couldn’t help it. The fear of death had washed away, replaced with the pleasure of soft touch. She hadn’t felt this horny in ages as the wolf kept licking and licking and slobbering all over her toned body. Sometimes it would get bored of one side, move to her body, lick her chest all over again, make Applejack moan and writhe, and then move on to the other armpit. Each time she would get wetter and wetter, craving sweet, smooth, Timberwolf tongue to fuck her insides.
But it refused, or at least it didn’t know what she wanted. Only what it wanted.
The heady scent of sex and musk and sweat hung pungent in the air.
Applejack didn’t mind the attention, and let the shivers run through her body one after the other, orgasmic like in nature as the beast growled low and dominating, yet slow and methodical in its machinations, licking thoroughly her armpits and chest fur.
Slowly though, the beast stopped. And then it sat. And looked out towards the sky. The elder wolf breathed- she could barely hear it. A low, hollow wind blew through its chest. It was a ragged sound, bestowed on only the wisest and eldest of timberwolves. But that also meant it tired quite easily. For Applejack, she knew this was a death sentence. As soon as her libido settled down, the sticky saliva covering the entire top half of her body would become a coat of ice, the wind chilling her bones to the core. She had to get out, now.
Applejack pushed to escape its grasp, but she felt herself push a little too hard. A rancid, loud fart escaped her. Her stomach rolled and the forest did too, if only for a second. She felt herself grow embarrassed, even though there was no one to see out in the middle of the woods. It stank to high Heaven, but the only sense Applejack was aware of at that second was the panicked one.
The Timberwolf didn’t move. Perhaps it didn’t hear what with how old it was, or perhaps it didn’t care. Just one of those sounds prey makes.
Applejack tried desperately to get out again, attempting to squeeze through the spiked limbs it called claws. Harder and harder she pushed- but she tried a bit too hard again. The edge of a thick log of shit pushed out from her anus. “Oh come o-“ And it released.
It was too late, too fast, and too pleasurable for her to stop. She laid there on her back, pushing ever so slightly, feeling her stomach relax and deflate, her urethra relaxing too as a spurt of urine soundly hit the Timberwolf. Hot and putrid and powerful, her stream landed on its crotch, and Applejack could only watch as the Timberwolf leaned down to lightly lap at her piss stream.
Her insides were almost empty now, but there was nowhere for her shit to go. It began to pile on top of her tail and slowly grow to her lower lips. Before that could happen though, her piss streamed out of her as fast as it could, and she sustained a low moan as her bladder emptied itself on the wolf’s rising member. Out of its sheath it rose bright and red as her hot piss splattered against its shaft.
“Fuck me,” she breathed. The crackling of her asshole grew louder and she almost came from the sound alone. Her back arched and she giggled and moaned, her pile of scat pressing against her lips, waves of pleasure running through her entire body, her legs spread apart as far as they could get. Oh Celestia, she wanted to grind on her pile, but she was stuck under the wolf’s every command with her legs splayed apart to whichever way it chose.
The old wolf stood up and shook its piss-stained cock along with its hind legs, shifting its claws upwards along Applejack's chest. She shuddered and couldn’t resist grinding against her shit now that she had a modicum of control over her lower half.
“Fuck.” That one word circled her pleasure-filled brain.
She ground against it, leaving smears of scat along her labia, some of it left behind on her asscheeks. Her fur thoroughly smeared with shit, Applejack came from the insanity of it all, lightly convulsing under the wolf’s grip into her pile. “Ahhh….Ahh!” Her pussy filled with some shit, pressing itself hard into her canal.
Now, the wolf neared her lower half and sniffed long and hard against Applejack’s quivering legs and hooves. The frogs were dirty, but not disgusting, and the wolf tentatively licked at them, sending lightning bolts up her spine. It was almost too much for her, coming down from a shit-filled climax. “Oh, goddess ab-bove,” she muttered.
The wolf smelled something, she knew. She knew it smelled her everything. The thing it smelled most of all was the pile she just came on.
As it neared closer to the pile, Applejack tensed. She never would have guessed what it was going to do in a million years.
It licked up her scat.
First, it was gentle, but then it picked up the entire batch with its jaws. It didn’t eat it though, much to Applejack’s surprise, instead letting it sit in its mouth for future purposes. The wolf continued its trek after the pile was mostly gone, lapping out a tongue at Applejack's anus.
It was caked in shit already, and smeared when the Timberwolf joined. Its tongue pressed itself hard against her anus, but it wouldn’t budge. Applejack thought it was going to break through at any second and imagined its strong, muscular tongue fucking her insides, but the fantasy faded away as it moved upwards once more unto her pussy.
It smeared shit everywhere it licked.
Her anus led a clear trail up to her wet, leaking cunt. It became covered in scat as the Timberwolf licked in long, strong strokes, driving Applejack wild with every sudden movement of the green tongue. She quivered. Wracked again with another orgasm, the wolf ravenously licked along her clit and lips. Her mound was as sensitive as it could be, annihilated by the unintentional love the wolf gave. She moaned with every beat of its tongue. “Oh…Ah…Oh…Fuck..”
It moved up after lapping up what it could of the ever leaking pussy, and smeared scat all over her belly. Applejack watched as her matted coat turned a muddy brown. Closer and closer the color came, and the stench as well. The tongue moved its way up her ribs and chest, marking her with her own shit. To the left armpit it moved, making sure every nook and cranny was filled, and then the right, pushing and prodding the sensitive hole, Applejack writhing as hard as she could.
“Come...on… stop that, boy.” she weakly protested. She wasn’t sure she wanted him to stop, her heart beating faster and faster from the mess of adrenaline and lust, another orgasm quickly approaching from the dirtiness of it all. She was covered in her own shit, absolutely slathered in it, now officially from head to hoof as the wolf began to slobber all over her face. Her cheeks were caked in remnants of lunches past, her forehead and hair stained with the disgusting mix of shit and saliva while the wolf wagged its old tail lazily.
Now, Applejack, covered in a pile of her own waste, her shit stuffed pussy sopping wet, her body enveloped in a blanket of spit, laid there uselessly. Already having come twice, she couldn’t imagine what could possibly come next. The wolf could, though. And it poised its hard red cock over her pussy.
Lust ridden Applejack only spread her legs wider. “Let’s see what you go- ooh!” she exclaimed, the dog thrusting into her with ease. It hunched over her body, its pelvis pumping with a constant, smooth rhythm that slid clumps of Applejack’s shit even farther into her cunt.
The woods were silent now, save for a soft panting and the ever-growing schlick of mare juice and smeared shit. In and out it rammed into her, until the old dog hiccuped its rhythm and slid completely out of her cunt with a long and slow schlurck.
Its pace didn’t stop there and it continued, aimed a little lower than intended. Applejack’s eyes widened.
“Hwhoop, wrong hol-!”
Applejack was more surprised than anything, accustoming her pussy to the lack of cock as the wolf slammed into her ass. Saliva and scat flew as it pounded hard, shoving whatever shit was left in her ass around its red hard rocket. Applejack moaned listening to the sweet squish and schlick her ass made.
The timberwolf hovered over her. It panted hot, putrid breath into her face, growling as it came closer and closer to climax. Applejack couldn’t see its face, her eyes closed and furrowed hard. It took all of her willpower to stop from screaming her lungs out, its cock filling her ponut perfectly, leftover shit piling itself on the edges of her anus, and she almost fainted because of it all.
Humping became fast and erratic now, the old wolf’s bones creaking in time with every slap of flesh. It pumped once, twice, thrice more, and let out its load. Cumming inside Applejack’s colon, the cum spilled out in a repugnant mixture of fluids. The old wolf grunted, sitting in Applejack for a few seconds, both of them taking heavy breaths processing what just happened.
And then, the dog pulled out with a soft pop, its cock quickly regressing back into its sheath. All was quiet. Applejack’s asshole steadily poured out gallons of cum, mixing with everything else. She was stunned to the spot.
And then, the wolf rose.
It whimpered a second, and then turned to its side, lifted its leg, and positioned its cock directly above her.
“Oh no.”
Applejack sat there motionless, paralyzed with pleasure and pure excitement. All she could do now was open her mouth with a smile.
The Timberwolf evidently hadn’t drunk much water. The urine smelled revolting and tasted even worse as the dog marked her as territory. It’s cock bounced from the piss and its wagging tail, and as Applejack laid there on her back, arms up and legs wide, it coated every single inch of the filthy mare. It tickled when it hit her, and she couldn’t help but moan at every sensation.
The piss hit her chest and armpits, tickling them, marking them as the wolf’s own, but mostly it hit her face. Applejack sputtered and coughed, trying to drink most of the liquid. Hot and easy to gulp, her throat noticeably bulged with every cup she swallowed. It never seemed to stop. Somehow the stream became more powerful as its cock receded, the piss stream trailing down her chest covered in smears of scat and saliva, down her belly which bulged from her anus full of cum, and stopping at her slit.
Applejack couldn’t hold it anymore; she screamed. The stream railed her clit hot and steady, the droplets trickling down her labia driving her mental.
If the Timberwolf minded it, it didn’t show, for it already had its way with her. It huffed once, the stream pulsing for a second before dying down, the last spattering of piss trickling along the dirt, making a great splashing sound.
It turned and left. Applejack couldn’t tell if it had left for good or it was lurking at the edge of the ring, but it didn’t matter either way.
Applejack, full of cum and piss mixed with shit, calmed down. And when she finally focused on how rank everything actually tasted, she felt sick. Immediately, she rolled to her side and lazily began to hack.
Her body pleaded for her to expel and she obeyed. Hacking and coughing, she filled the whole forest with disgusting noises. “Burp. Hrrrack. Cough cough- Hurrrrk.” She puked.
It came out in a violent stream of liquid and bile not yet digested. Applejack couldn’t stop and she almost ran out of breath puking it all out.
“Hurggg.”
It came out through her nose and she coughed low and inhaled high all of her puke, spitting and spitting, listening to the unpleasant sound of it hitting the ground in ugly, fat splatters. Everything came cascading directly in front of her and she lurched with her entire body forward as she vomited.
She had a little rest in between, but she still felt her stomach turn. She tried to sit up, but was unable due to her heavily inflated stomach, instead opting to puke limply from the ground. “Brrrakk.”
One more violent chucking and the ground was littered with bile and piss. Everything else trickled out of her mouth. She laid there motionless. Exhausted. Mentally and physically she couldn't spit the rest out. It trickled mutely, and the forest was silent once again.
And then Applejack mustered up the strength for words, if nothing more.
“Not the worst sex I ever had…”
Author's Note
My first clopfic!
Comments are very much appreciated.
