Mixing Things Up

Soarin moaned, before returning her mouth to the cock propped in between her breasts. Applejack, meanwhile, sat on the edge of a bed, his muzzle facing to the ceiling. Soarin pressed and deformed the mounds of flesh that were now attached to her chest around the thick cock, all the while rolling her hips. The moans were spurred on not only by the feeling of the breasts squeezing Applejack's cock, but also the secured-up dildo, which she was jackhammering onto.

"Sweet Celestia", Applejack said. "Fer a stallion who only had a curiosity about other stallions, yer amazin' at suckin' dick!"

Soarin didn't pay him any head, swirling her tongue around the cock, only stopped by going deeper along the shaft by her breasts. Said breasts were pressed against the cock on either side, while she both squeezed them and pressed them together. She sighed around the cock, making Applejack moan due to the unusual sensations. The dildo she was rolling her hips on dove deep into her waiting pussy, the silicone sliding around the interior of her deep, moist slit.

Applejack smiled, and said, "Right, yer a mare now. A mare who loves her stallion, and who wants to suck his cockkk-ahhh!"

He let out a moan as he came, sending a fresh wave of virile spunk into her mouth. Soarin's cheeks soon bulged with the load, before she pulled away, letting the last of the load spray over her neck. She hadn't yet gotten off; instead, she pulled away from Applejack and began to dive harder and harder onto the dildo. Despite her not being originally a mare, the feeling of cock being stuffed deep inside her had grown on her throughout the day. Despite the spreading and satisfaction that came with this dildo wasn't the same as Applejack pounding into him with reckless abandon.

Speaking of which, Applejack had climbed off the bed. He grabbed her shoulders, before pulling her lightly off the dildo. Soarin let out a whine, still lightly trying to return to the dildo. He laid her on the ground, before lowering his head to her dripping snatch.

It was her turn to roll her head back as he began to run his tongue along her sensitive folds. The wet limb ran along the outer limits of her marehood, occasionally piercing the bud of flesh to access the inner depths of it. Applejack reached up with a free hand, running the cupped fingers along the lower part of the breast. Finally, with a cry of ecstasy, she came herself, spraying a collection of marecum across Applejack's face.

"There", Applejack said. "That was nice, wasn't it?"

"AJ, we've fucked in every room of this house over the course of almost nine hours", Soarin said, before pulling her head off the floor, a goofy grin plastered on her face. "Of course it was nice."

"Right", Applejack said. "Man, this was worth it."

"Night ain't over yet", Soarin said. "Even if we decide to not do another round, I don't wanna risk falling asleep in Big Mac's room."

"Fair enough", Applejack said. "But, ah could do one last round with me fillin' ya up."

"Yeah", Soarin said, fluttering her wings a bit in order to get herself up. "Oh, Luna. Glad I work in flying; I don't know how well I can walk at work tomorrow."

"Don't think 'bout that now. Let's just get there, screw like animals, then pass out", Applejack said.

Soarin nodded, before her eyes lit up slightly. "Hey, I, uh... I brought something."

"When'd ya leave?", Applejack asked.

Soarin said, "I didn't. Brought it back from the 'Bolts yesterday. I didn't know about this, so I had my own... idea about how we could shake things up."

"Sure", Applejack said. "What is it?"

"Well...", he said. "Your thing was a surprise. How do you feel about mine being one too?"

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"Seriously, Soarin", Applejack asked, touching the blindfold. "Can ah take this dang thing off?"

"Give me a minute", Soarin said, before grunting with something.

After a few seconds, Applejack felt Soarin climb up onto the bed. A few seconds more, and the blindfold was yanked off. Applejack looked up at Soarin, who was straddling atop him, and cocked an eyebrow. "Seriously? Where'd ya get it from, and why?"

Soarin had spent a good two minutes getting ready, and the effort showed. Her mane, which had previously been lazily pushed behind her ears to avoid getting in her eyes during sex, was now done up in a braid. She had pulled on an ensemble of clothes. A tight spandex top hugged her bust, while a pair of laced-up set of faux-leather panties hugged her waist. Her arms were covered from the elbow-down by long, fingerless gloves, while long socks covered them from the knee-down. A riding crop was next to her, while two pairs of handcuffs were dangling from her outstretched fingers. She was also wearing a nervous grin nervously, a bright blush on her face.

"Uh... Wave Chill?", Soarin said.

Applejack said, "Wave Chill. Yer cousin, Wave Chill. The Wave Chill that is renowned as a pervert to rival Princess Celestia."

"Yeah", Soarin said, still blushing. "Like I said, I thought... that this would be a good way to shake things up? Standard but effective, right?"

"Ah know, but, really?", Applejack said.

"Look, do you wanna do this or not?", Soarin asked, lowering down and placing the handcuffs down.

Applejack said, "Fine, fine. Just statin' the obvious."

"Yeah, yeah", Soarin said, picking back up the cuffs. "Now, spread your arms. I need to bind you up."

"Alright, don't-", Applejack began, before recoiling slightly at a light slap to his face. Despite the surprise of the strike, he couldn't help but feel his cock begin to stir again.

"I suggest you be quiet", Soarin said, before leaning over him and undoing the shackles. One side went around the edges of the bed frame, while the others went around Applejack's wrists. She leaned closer, pressing a hand across his pecs to stabilize herself. "I have a gag, but I'm not going to use it. So, if this is too much, just say so."

"Eeyup", Applejack said, now starting to return her smile.

Soarin leaned back up, before grabbing the crop and leaning back up. "I mean, naughty naughty colt", Soarin said. "Using me as a living masturbation aid all day. But, now; it's my turn."

"Of course, Mistress", Applejack said, grinning.

Soarin grinned. "Oh, Mistress?", she asked. "And here I thought that you weren't into this idea."

"Just cause ah ain't-", Applejack began, before having the crop lightly skim along the skin of his balls.

"Did I give you permission to speak?", Soarin asked.

Applejack nodded, and Soarin traced along the hardening shaft. "Oh, yeah. This is now gonna be mine. MY own little pleasure aid." She continued to trace the crop along the shaft, which by now had become fully erect. "And I'm really gonna get into it."

She lowered her head down to the cock, before opening her mouth and smearing her tongue along his ballsack. Applejack moaned, before Soarin pulled away. She traced the crop slowly along his thigh, before giving a light smack with it. Soarin grabbed ahold of the cock, before giving the tip a kiss, followed by a few tentative licks. She latched her mouth along the upper part of his cock, swirling around the flared tip. Applejack moaned again, and Soarin once again pulled away.

"Consarn it, Soar!", Applejack said. "Stop teasin' me and just-"

Another smack of the crop silenced him. "Again, no talking."

Soarin threw down the crop, before climbing back up atop him. She undid the lace along the side of the panties, before letting them fall down her legs. She leaned over the edge of the bed, letting them fall to the floor, before returning to the bed and leaning up on her knees.

She leaned down and began to lightly impale onto the cock. She hissed as she lowered down her hips, keeping the tip and only the upper part of the shaft being buried into her tight pussy. After a bit, she began to lower herself down further, and further down onto it. She pressed her hands onto his pecs, running her fingers across his nipples and the hard-packed muscles. Finally, after a long time and a decent amount of moaning and hissing between the two, Soarin had finally hilted herself fully around Applejack's cock.

"Now...", Soarin said. "This is where the fun begins."

She slowly lifted herself up, using her legs and arms to push herself free. She was almost completely free from the cock, her labial lips aching for something to fill her, she fulfilled that ache by falling back down with full force. She was stuffed back up within seconds, before she had begun to do the same thing again. She grinned like a madmare, slowly continuing the jackhammer onto the cock.

"Come on, Soarin!", Applejack yelled. "Ah'm on tenterhooks here, and ah ain't gonna take this fer much longer!"

"Who said-"

Applejack cut her off, practically snarling, "Alright, that's enough." He clenched his eyes shut, before straining and yanking with his arms. After a few seconds, the thin chains snapped, and Applejack reached up his arms and grabbed Soarins shoulders. "Ah love ya, but ah ain't doin' this. Let's just screw before the potion wears off."

Soarin looked at Applejack, before nodding. "Alright. Sorry."

"It's fine", Applejack said. "It just ain't somethin' ah'm into. Now, ah can still let ya be on top, but at least don't do it so painfully slow!"

Soarin nodded, before returning her attention back to the cock still barely inside of her. Applejack lowered himself back down onto the bed, while Soarin pressed further down on him, forcing him down. She found herself fully hilted once again, before starting to properly bounce, hard and fast. She was spurred on by Applejack, who had brought up his hands and cupped around the tight top.

The two rocked back and forth, the bed rocking almost in tandem with them. Soon, the two had begun to grow closer and closer to orgasm. Their hands danced in between their perpendicular bodies, fondling their bound breasts and hardened pecs respectively. However, a small bolt was thrown into their fucking.

The potions wore off.

Much more rapidly, the two underwent changes back to their original bodies. Applejacks arms, legs, and torso, thick with muscle, shrunk down a bit. The pecs swelled out, returning to the form of a pair of large breasts. Soarins breasts, meanwhile, did the opposite; her chest broadened as the breasts soon flattened and hardened into pecs. Her hair shortened, the tie holding the braid falling to the bed hind them. While the clothes didn't snap, they did strain against the now greater muscle mass along his arms, legs, and chest.

At the same time, Applejack felt something press against his cock. At the time, his ballsack began to shrink back into his crotch region. Soarin, meanwhile, felt her balls return as the sack of flesh return. Her returning cock pushed against the shrinking one that Applejack had, soon inverting their position in the sexual dance. Soon, Soarin was pushing down into Applejack, his cock sliding into her folds for the first time in over a day.

Despite the throwing off of their established sexual synchronization, their old set-up soon kicked into gear. Soarin fell forward from his original position, falling down and propping himself up on either side of Applejack. He rocked his hips back and forth, his cock parting her unusually tight pussy as she moaned loudly.

Finally, the two let out their final grunts as orgasm washed over the two. Soarin flooded Applejack's womb with tide after tide of thick baby batter, while she sprayed her own burst of marecum out around the cock blocking her slit. After a few seconds, the two ran out of energy, with Soarin falling next to her, his cock pulling free of her and flopping against the bed. "Oh, Celestia", Soarin said.

Applejack giggled, a goofy grin of her own on her face. "Eeyup. That was so worth it."

"I'll toast to that", Soarin said. "So, we are doing this again, right?"

"Start out with both 'a us bein' mares instead 'a stallions?", Applejack asked.

"Eeyup", Soarin said. "But... sleep and snuggles first. Worry about potentially kinky lesbian sex later."

Applejack giggled, before nodding. She slid next to him, allowing him to fold a wing around her. The two fell asleep, smiles on their faces.