Mixing Things Up

Soarin groaned, rolling to the side in the bed. His arms and wings were splayed across the bed, before he pressed his arms back and lifted himself up. He looked around, before his nose curled up. He ignored the fact that Applejack wasn't in the bed, he was drawn by a smell that made its way up to the bedroom; flapjacks.

He climbed out of bed, groggily making his way to the small pile of clothes that he had shucked off last night. He grabbed the boxers and pulled them on, followed by the tank top. He let out a yawn, before pushing open the door and heading downstairs.

The smell only increased as he grew closer to the kitchen, smiling as he saw the steaming, fresh flapjacks that were set up next to the stove. While he had an almost addiction to his wife's pies, almost anything that she cooked was amazing. He headed over to them, grabbing a set-out container of maple syrup. As he poured them over the flapjacks, he felt a pair of powerful arms reach around his shoulders. In addition, he felt a... bulge, press into his ass.

"Howdy", Applejack said, his voice sultry and a faint smile on his face as he peeked past his shoulder.

"Applejack!?", Soarin said, nearly dropping his plate. "You-you're still-"

"Still a guy?", he said, backing up and letting him go. "Eeyup!"

"H-how?", he asked, setting his plate down to avoid dropping it.

"Potion lasts until tonight", Applejack said. "Roundabouts ten, ah think."

"Ok", Soarin said, picking back up the plate of flapjacks and a fork as well. "Just... surprised, I guess."

"No problem", Applejack said, grabbing his own plate. "Like ah said, we got the place to ourselves today."

"Heh", Soarin said, sitting down and taking a bite from the smooth, buttery flapjacks. "You really planned this all out, huh?"

"Well, not really", Applejack said, rubbing the back of his head as he sat down across from him. "Ah got Twi ta help me line everythin' up. But, yeah; ah even managed to talk the other girls into not comin' here fer the day. So, we ain't gonna be disturbed." He took and swallowed his own bite, a wicked grin on his face.

"Alright!", Soarin said, sharing his grin. "So, you got any special plans? Besides the obvious, I mean."

Applejack said, "Well, ah was hopin' that y'all might be takin' the potion ah bought fer ya today."

"Oh, right", he said. "What does it do?"

"Well, the potion ah took had a blue stripe, and it turned me inta this stud", Applejack said. "So, wit' yer potion havin' a pink stripe on it, whah do ya think it'll do?"

Soarin almost gagged on his pancakes, dropping his fork before swallowing hard. "Sorry", he said. "Just..."

Applejack stood up, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Look, ah ain't gonna force ya to do anythin'", he said. "Hay, ah'm fine wit takin' turns takin' it up the ass all day. But, ah got it ta really throw things on its head. Figured that this would be the best way ta do it."

Soarin looked up at his genderbent wife, a small smile gracing his lips. "Alright. We'll try it."

"Alright", Applejack said. "Trust me, yer gonna love it as a mare."

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After the hearty breakfast, the two of them had gone back up into their bedroom. Applejack had retrieved and uncorked the bottle with the pink stripe running down it, before handing it to Soarin. The stallion nodded, before downing the whole bottle in a single gulp. It tasted like strawberries as it went down his throat, before he let out a few, short coughs.

"Y'all right?", Applejack asked.

Soarin nodded, "Yeah, I'm good. Some just... didn't go down the right way."

"Right", Applejack said, before giving him a small grin. "Well... one last time of ya takin' it up the ass before ya can take it in the pussy?"

Soarin gulped at the mention of what was to come, but nodded. He placed his arms on the edge of the bed, flagging his tail and looking over his shoulder at Applejack.

Applejack came up behind him, placing his hands on Soarin's cutie marks and lining up his erect cock with his tight ass. He rocked his hips forward, the tip slipping inside without much resistance; an aftereffect of their similar events last night. Soarin groaned, while Applejack kept pushing in, only stopping as he felt his balls connect with the firm muscles on his rear. Applejack grinned, watching as the start of Soarin's changes had begun.

Soarin felt it begin as well; a smaller, almost minuscule extra pleasure that welled up in the shadows of other pleasures. Applejack leaned down, whispering, "That's a nice, firm ass ya got there. Certainly ain't one of a stallion. An' what's that happenin' ta yer head?"

Soarin tried to reply, only to be cut off as Applejack retracted and pushed forward his hips in a nearly single motion. The speed soon increased, the previous slow and hard thrusts beginning to grow less powerful yet faster. Soarin moaned around the pounding he was receiving, his arms barely able to keep him up. As the onslaught progressed, he saw something fall down in front of his muzzle; a strand of hair, much longer than it usually was.

Applejack didn't slow, driven on to greater desires. He stopped for a second, marveling at the changes running down Soarin's head. Soarin turned to look at him, with Applejack noting the growing roundness to his muzzle and the length of his long, almost wild mane. "Sorry. Just takin' it all in", Applejack said. Soarin just nodded, before wagging his ass around the thick cock stuck in it.

Applejack took that as a sign to resume, as he began to run a hand along the spot in between Soarin's wings while his thrusts resumed. As the tight tailhole grew looser and looser, Applejack could only find himself speeding up. It barely felt like he was leaving the tight confines of his husband's ass; the speed and intensity of his intrusions barely abating in the brief period that he left it.

Soarin, meanwhile, couldn't help but get swept up in the pleasure. If it was anything like what Applejack had gone through last knight, then he had to admit that he could tell why she was so into it! His shoulders caved in, forming into a more streamlined form. His arms followed suit, the thick muscle he had built up over a long time becoming compact and corded, yet still distinct from his usual feeling.

A fiercer, louder moan escaped his lips as Soarin felt something begin to press against his tank top. Stealing a look under his torso, he saw small pinpricks peeking out from his thinning torso. The distraction, combined with his shifting arms was too much, him buckling under his own weight. This was only met with pleasure, however, as the growing nubs of flesh that were growing on his chest pressed against the fabric of both his top and the comforter.

"Y'all alright?", Applejack asked, keeping him from fully falling over.

Soarin practically yelled, "Yes! Now plow me harder!" As he did, the voice grew in octave, until the sound at the end of the sentence wasn't the one at the start of it. What had been the firm voice of a Wonderbolt stallion now sounded like a needy, heat-crippled mare.

The trusts resumed, with a wide grin gracing Soarin's lips as they did. The motion that came from being trust into caused his newly formed and still growing breasts to scrape across the bed. The additional pleasure that came from the rubbing of his breasts joined that of being thrust into from behind. Soarin ignored the final changes; his waist pinching in, his legs slimming down, his tail growing just that small bit longer. All of it was wrapped up in his pleasure that came from two directions on two ends of her body.

A third blip popped up on his radar as he felt a stirring in his cock. The fully-erect organ, which had been swaying back and forth beneath him from the trusts, began to bubble and pulse slightly. The skin of his balls began to withdraw inside, the orbs themselves being forced along. Soarin reached past his curvy torso, grabbing ahold of his shaft as he felt the skin on it chafing against the thin fur on his hand.

Applejack suddenly exploded behind him, Soarin falling forward as whatever attempts by them both to hold him up failed. Applejack fell against the wall, watching as Soarin did the same against the bed. Both watched, with Soarin adding a few strokes, as the shaft began to recede inside him. He hissed, speeding up his own masturbation as the organ soon slipped from his grip. He grabbed ahold of the tip, even as it inverted along his crotch. He soon found himself pushing into something as opposed to pressing against it, as she cried her first female orgasm.

Thin, mostly-clear marecum splattered over her hand and the carpet as Soarin came down from her high. She looked over herself, a faint, lazy grin on her face. "That was... really cool."

"Ah told ya that y'all would enjoy it", Applejack said, standing up. "Now, ah've got plenty of ideas of how we can work out this whole day. But, first?" He had been idly stroking himself back to full mast, and now Soarin found herself with a cock poised within the perfect position to claim her marehood. "Ah wanna do things the ole fashion way. Like how ya took me on our fourth date."

Soarin nodded, remembering that night in vivid detail. She said, "Well, fair is fair, right?"

"That's the spirit", Applejack said, grinning.

Soarin turned around and climbed onto the bed, awkwardly turning around in the middle of the massive surface. He sighed, looking down at the protruding breasts. "Ah, how do you move with these things?"

"Ta be fair, yer clothes are a bit looser than mine normally are", Applejack said. "Tight help keeps 'em in place. How bras work, at least. Plus, if RD and yer other teammates are anythin' ta go on, Pegasi ain't known for big tits."

"Fair, I guess", Soarin said, grabbing one of the thick orbs. "I mean, these aren't too much smaller than yours were, right? And the biggest pegasi I know is a B-cup."

"Yep", Applejack said, climbing onto the bed along with him. "Ah bet that many of 'em would be jealous of ya. A little, big-tit mare who can most of yer species." He stopped, his cock once again in the perfect position to penetrate her. "An yer all mine."

Soarin bit her lip, watching as Applejack slowly lowered himself down. Soon, the tip pressed against the outer limits of her clit, before looking back at her. "Ya ready?" Soarin nodded, and Applejack thrust down into her.

Soarin moaned as her lips were parted, her wings and arms flaring out. Applejack couldn't help but grin wider at the sight of his former husband, now technically wife, moaning and sighing like a slut. He brought a hand up to her face, cupping her cheek to look at him. Soarin, eyes half-shut with pleasure, leaned into his lips as the two connected into a kiss.

Applejack brought his other hand up, cupping his breast with the rough hand. Soarin gasped into the kiss, giving Applejack the upper hand as he pushed further and further into the kiss. Applejack removed his other hand from Soarin's face, no longer needed to hold her in place, putting it next to him in order to hold him up better. Using the new support, he began to roll his hips, pulling his cock just out of Soarin's cunt. In turn, she whined slightly, as if begging for his cock. A request he was happy to give.

Applejack pushed back down into her, parting her lower lips yet again before yanking out, leaving his tip the only thing inside of Soarin. Then he did it again, this time accentuated by a firmer squeeze on Soarin's tit. He pulled back from the passionate kiss, smirking as Soarin's head fell back to the bed, eyes shut and face contorted in pure bliss. Her long hair fell around her, covering parts of her face and laying across the bed around her in a halo. She didn't care.

The two of them took turns nipping at one another. Applejack would cup and squeeze the breasts, alternating between each one. Soarin would, after occasionally breaking through the wall of lust and electric pleasure, grab ahold of an arm or his chest and massage the thick, hardened muscles. However, the part that drove her away from her fondling and kept up the majority of Applejack's attention was the thrusting.

Soarin had never really experienced any sort of penetration before, but Celestia above; it was Goooooooood. Unlike the normal reverse of what they did, where it was Soarin was thrusting in, it filtered out across her entire body. Soon, the rising tide of the pleasure was too much for her to take, as she screamed in ecstasy.

A new flood of marecum flew from her snatch, splattering across the sheets and the balls of Applejack. The stallion, in turn, took the explosive orgasm, before finally releasing himself. He let out a grunt, before his cock sent out a wave of thick cum that sailed into Soarin's waiting snatch.

Applejack practically collapsed on top of Soarin, deforming her breasts and burying his cock as deep in her as possible. Despite it growing soft in the aftermath of their mating, Soarin couldn't help but still marvel at the pleasure that the intrusion into her most sacred area gave her. "Oh, sweet Celestia that was good."

"Yeah", Applejack said. "Now, rest up fer a bit." Soarin looked up, noting and returning the lusty grin that Applejack flashed her. "We're gonna do this all day, and ah wanna do it in every room!"