Chapters 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?"
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!"
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.
