Mixing Things Up

Soarin touched down, his wings folding into his back as Sweet Apple Acres stood in front of him. He sighed, before adjusting the strap of the duffle bag hanging in between his wings. He walked down the hard-packed dirt road, stopping as he came to the door.

Before he could open it, the door flew open, and his wife stood before him. "Howdy, sugarcube", Applejack said, leaning against the door frame and giving him a small smile. He couldn't help but smile back, stepping up to her and pulling her into an embrace.

"Howdy yourself", he said, bringing his wings into the hug. He stepped back after a few seconds, unslinging the bag and letting it dangle across his shoulder. "Sorry I'm late. Spitfire accidentally gave me an extra few forms, and-"

Applejack cut him off, pressing a firm finger to his muzzle. "Ah don't wanna hear it. Come on in."

Soarin shifted back up the strap, before following her inside. As he did so, his ears shifted slightly, instinctively listening for the sound of his new wife's family. After failing to pick them up, he asked, "Where is everypony?"

"Granny is up in Canterlot getting a hip transplant. Big Mac and Sugar Belle are visiting her side 'a the family. And Apple Bloom is in Manehatten, visitin' 'er cousin", Applejack said, her smile growing a bit bigger. "So, we got the place to ourselves 'til Monday."

"A full day?", Soarin asked.

Applejack nodded, before gesturing to the stairs. "Look. Ah know things ain't been the most... satisfyin' in that part 'a our relationship. But, ah got somethin' ta help with that."

Soarin looked at her, his gaze shifting a little to look specifically at her hooves. He knew she was right, as they both had discussed this. Despite the two being happy with the company of one another and having recently tied the knot, their sex life was... stale, at the best. He nodded, before setting the duffle bag next to the door. "Alright", he said. "What is it?"

"Follow me", she said, before heading to the stairs. Soarin followed close behind, eyes lazily focused on the swaying of his wife's ass.

The two entered into their bedroom, where Soarin almost instantly spotted what his wife was referring to. On their dresser were four bottles, colored alternately pink, blue, and tan. Two of them had writing on them, but from his angle, he was unable to make out what they said exactly. Applejack wasted no time, grabbing the bottle that was tan with a blue line running down the middle.

She asked, "Now, this is gonna be weird. But, ah want ya ta bear wit' me. Ok?"

"I can do that", Soarin said.

Applejack smiled, before lightly tossing the bottle onto the bed. She then reached up to her top, undoing the buttons along her work shirt until it was completely undone. She shucked it off, revealing her lack of bra to Soarin. A similar lack of panties was revealed as she undid the buttons and then removed her jean shorts.

"Naughty filly", Soarin admonished, feeling his member press against his cargo pants.

Applejack snorted, before sitting on the edge of the bed and picking back up the bottle. "Y'all can get undressed. But, ya ain't gonna be touchin' me just yet."

Soarin nodded, pulling his tank top over his head with eagerness sparkling in his eyes. His belt and cargo pants were soon on the ground as well, watching as Applejack drank down whatever was in the bottle.

She tossed it to the floor, wiping her lips and chuckling. "Dang. Zecora wasn't kiddin'. Does taste pretty good."

"Zecora?", Soarin asked.

Applejack nodded. "Eeyup", she said. "Got 'em from 'er. Trust me, yer gonna-Ahh..."

She cut herself off as she moaned, her head lolling back to look over her back. She brought her head back up to face him, grinning seductively. While one hand continued to support her on the bed, the other one ran along her thigh, stopping just on her moist marehood.

Soarin felt his exposed rod grow even more as he saw her begin to run her fingers along the outer parts of her vaginal lips, caressing them like a soft pillow before bed. Her hand soon began to become more involved, reaching further down along the outer limits. The limits were bypassed as her index finger disappeared inside her snatch, wiggling around as the volume of her moans increased by increments.

Applejack herself was smiling like a madpony, sensation pulsing up and down her body like waves on a shoreline. And the sensation wasn't just coming from her overstimulated marehood. While Soarin apparently hadn't noticed, she could feel parts of her limbs begin to bulk up, extra mass piling onto the already decent-sized muscles she had accumulated.

She continued to run her hand along the delicate folds of her marehood, while what parts of her mind that weren't distracted by pleasure were focused on her shifting form. Her fingers grew thicker, serving only to help her push into her dripping marehood easier. Her arms, already increased in size, grew to around the size of Big Macs, then surpassed them slightly. Her legs were a similar story, the long limbs bulking up and losing their usual curviness.

Soarin finally couldn't help but notice as her hair began to shift. At first, he thought it was due to the shifting position of her head. However, she was finally aware that wasn't the case as he was her hair shortening in length, the excess receding into her scalp. Her small tie fell off as her hair settled into a short, masculine cropped cut. Her face didn't escape the shifting of her body either, as the rounded muzzle of a mare began to shift and bubble up into a new shape. She grunted as the new mass began to flatten out in some areas, giving her a masculine appearance even more than she already somewhat had. A small lump formed in her throat, while the octave of the moans shrank from deeper and deeper.

He stood, his arousal at her self-pleasuring replaced by mild panic. Despite himself, he couldn't look away, mesmerized by the remolding of his wife. To his own disbelief, his member seemed to get even harder, the organ throbbing at the sight.

Applejack's chest was the next to join in the shifting of her body. Her shoulders broadened, finally seeming to accompany her new arms. Her breasts, heaving up and down from the arcs of pleasure running up her body, began to slowly lose their mass. Soon, they had begun to recede fully, leaving her nipples flush with her chest. That soon changed, as the chest expanded slightly, forming the previous area where her breasts were into tight, hardened abs. Her lower areas followed suit, the toned surface expanding into textured abs, while her hourglass form flattened out and firmed up with tight, corded muscle.

The most obvious change, however, was yet to come. Deep inside Applejack's lower body, a collection of her internal reproductive organs began to collect together, before sinking towards the skin. Soon, they poked out against the skin, while a section of skin formed out from her outer folds. The folds fell down, with the newly formed testicles falling into them. Her palm, previously pressed against that area, now proceeded to fondle her new balls, while her fingers still danced inside her marehood.

That was soon to change, as Applejack felt her clit grow in size and begin to push out. Soon, her fingers had been pushed free of her snatch, as the indent in her form had closed off. In its place was a small nub of flesh, flared out like a mushroom. Her fingers continued to glide across it, back and forth, back and forth. Soon, the long organ had grown a good few inches, reaching his own size. Applejacks fingers turned from rubbing along its surface to stroking it by the side. Like her heaving breasts had been mere seconds before, the thick length of meat ran up and down against her thigh. Soon, the member began to twitch, a transparent fluid leaking from the tip as it grew slightly, before it shrank a minute amount to signal the release of its stored contents.

Applejack let out a cry of pleasure as he came, spurt after spurt flying from his cock. The sheer amount of the ejaculation turned the puddle on the floor to a white color, while his face relaxed. Soon, he let go of his member as it went fully flaccid as he adjusted his seat on the edge of the bed. "Celestia, that was good", Applejack said, before standing up.

Soarin's mind finally caught up with him, and fully registered what had happened. As his wife had masturbated, she had turned from the toned yet curvy farm girl he loved into an absolute stud of a stallion. Still struggling to comprehend what happened, he said the only word that came to mind: "What!?"

Applejack gave a small smile, the blush on his face seemingly out of place on the firm, handsome face. "Ah talked wit' Zecora. Ya talked 'bout how ya were interested in stallions, and we worked this out. Ah figured on 'a yer fantasies would be a good place to shake things up."

Soarin nodded dumbly, stick focused on the cock hanging between Applejack's legs. He lightly licked his lips, before his mind once again caught up with him. "I-I don't know..."

Applejack came up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Ah ain't gonna force ya ta do anythin' ya don't wanna", he said. "But, ah mean... what's the worst that could happen?"

Soarin nodded, before nodding even more. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right. Let's do it."

"Ya got it", Applejack said. In an instant, the slightly taller stallion had wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling Soarin in close. The pegasi balked in surprise, which soon faded as Applejack began to slam his lips into the other stallion. Soarin melted into the kiss, feeling Applejacks' tongue filter into his mouth. The two began to wrestle around a bit, lips smacking together as each fought for dominance.

Soarin wrapped his wings around the two of them, while Applejack continued to pin his head between his arms and his prodding lips and tongue. The two pressed as close as they could, the hard muscles on their chests pressed together. However, the two simply couldn't remain upright, the smacking of lips and exploring of hands too much of a distraction. The two fell sideways onto the bed, groaning at the impact.

Applejack smiled, before looking between them. The two lengths were touching, Applejack's newly reinvigorated cock beginning to press against the painfully hard length of Soarin. Soarin, in turn, moaned as his length was laced with new, foreign feelings of pleasure that Applejack had never been able to give him as a female. Wanting more, he shifted his hips, rolling the organ against Applejacks.

Applejack grunted at the sensations running up his own cock. He looked up, catching Soarin giving her a cheeky grin. "Oh, yer on." She grabbed his head, pushing him back into a firm make-out session, while he thrust his cock against that of his husband, rubbing the two cocks together. A freehand went down to the meeting of flesh, grabbing them as to force the pillars of their masculinity to mash together. The shallow thrusts that both of them gave, combined with the hand connecting them, served to only pleasure both of the males as they continued to make love.

Soarin's moans grew louder and louder, feeling his orgasm growing deep in his balls. He sped up, pressing his body as close to Applejack so that the distance he needed to thrust against his member would be shorter. Applejack didn't object; to the contrary, he sped up his own thrusts, while flexing his hand along the two cocks.

Soarin, unable to stand up to both the strength of Applejack and the pleasure arcing up his spine, finally burst. His cum splattered between the two, the closeness that had brought him to climax working to stain their lower bodies. He came down from the high of orgasm, watching as Applejack had pulled away from him, now sitting on his knees. "Naughty colt", he said. "Cummin' on me. An' not gettin' me off, too!"

"Sorry", he said, sitting up.

Applejack snorted, rolling his hips slightly to have his erect cock bob up and down. "Well, don't just sit there and say yer sorry fer not gettin' me off. Get me off!"

Soarin looked between his lover's hard length, then his hard green eyes, then finally back to the cock. He grit his teeth, then snaked along the sheets. He was a Wonderbolt, damn it; and he'd give it to him like one.

Soarin came just up to Applejack, latching onto the hard cock and wriggling his tongue along it as fast as he could. Applejack groaned in response, sitting up and grinning down at Soarin. The sucking only grew as Soarin tilted his head, giving his tongue greater surface area with which to run up and down the long, hard cock. Soarin brought his hands up to assist him, wedging them around his head to grab ahold of and knead his ballsack.

Applejack grunted, before grabbing the back of Soarin's head and forcing him deeper and deeper onto his shaft. Soarin didn't mind; in fact, he dove in deeper with it, all three of his upper limbs working in tandem to drive Applejack over the edge. Said edge was finally met as Soarin gave one final flick of his tongue.

Applejack let out another howl as he came. Spurt after spurt of thick, hot semen ran out the tip of his cock and into Soarin's throat, before popping out the edges of his mouth. Soarin gagged, pulling away, but didn't spit it out. Instead, he managed to swallow it, before looking back at Applejack, who had fallen back and laid on the pillows.

Soarin came up to him, laying on the pillow opposite him. "Remind me to thank Zecora for this", he said, panting.

"Noted", Applejack said. "But we ain't done just yet."

"Hm?", he asked, before stealing a look down. He saw that Applejack was still semi-hard, and to even greater shock, so was he.

Applejack leaned in closer, his muzzle just next to his ear. "We've got time. Ah want at least 3 more rounds. 'Sides; wah not?"