A bit later, Applejack approached the wooden palisade protecting the town. It was a good sized village, and the gate was surprisingly ornate. It was guarded by two people, though they didn’t seem to be very diligent. One of them was sitting against the wall.

As Applejack got closer, she realized that the person—a stallion, judging by the waist-length beard—was just short. Except for his height, he looked like what she figured a male human would. He had something that looked like a spear, but with a curved blade and some kind of hook on one side.

But as strange as he looked, the other person was even stranger. She—at least, Applejack got the impression the person was female, though she couldn’t say why—had dark brown skin, and moss green hair.

“What, uh.” “What are they?” she thought at Minerva.

“The man on the left is a dwarf. It’s actually rare to see one outside during the day. They primarily live underground, so the ones who do live on the surface are usually nocturnal.” Minerva told her. Which did explain the tinted visor that covered the top half of his face.

“The woman is a dryad. A Humanoid race that has several tree-like characteristics. They’re born with a natural gift for Restorative Magic and Alchemy.”

“It makes sense that a plant person would be have an edge in mixing plants, but healing magic?” Applejack questioned.

“All dryads are born knowing the spell Regeneration, which works like a magical version of photosynthesis. But instead of sunlight, it uses ambient mana and the caster’s MP to restore the target’s HP more quickly.”

“Welcome, stranger!” the dwarf shouted, raising his hand to wave. Applejack waved back, and picked up her pace slightly. When she was almost close enough to talk normally, Applejack realized that his head barely reached the bottom of her breasts, as Minerva had called them. But he was stocky. Built more solidly than even her brother.

The dryad, however, was almost as tall as Applejack herself, and svelte. The moss green hair turned out to be actual moss, and the rough texture of her skin that Applejack had noticed while approaching turned out to be bark, rather than age. She was holding a spear in both hands, its butt resting on the ground. A normal one, like any of the royal guards in Canterlot would use.

“Welcome to the village of Woodglen, young lady. My name is Kildrik.” the dwarf said. “And this lovely blossom is Mulberry.”

“Hello.” the dryad said, nodding in greeting. Her voice had a strange whispery quality, though it was clear enough and not hard to hear. She kept both hands on the haft of her spear, but also kept her relaxed stance.

“Name’s Applejack.” she responded. She almost held her hand out for a hoofbump, but caught herself in time.

“Nice to meet you. You need any help finding your way?”

“Since you mention it, could you direct me someplace Ah could get a room for the night?”

“Sure can. There’s a public house near the center of the village, and the local branch of the Hunter’s Guild will put members up for a night.”

“Ah’m not a guild member.”

“In that case, just follow this road, and when you come to the village green, it’s the big building on your left. You can’t miss it.”

“Thank ya kindly.” Applejack said, reaching up to tip her hat.

“Before you go in,” the dryad spoke up, “we kindly ask that you not have more than one weapon equipped. We’ve found that more than that invites trouble.”

“No problem.” Applejack agreed, putting her hand on her holster. She noticed the guards tense up for an instant, before the gun vanished into her inventory. When she realized why, she felt a little embarrassed. After thinking for a second, she decided that the brass knuckle would be more of a hindrance, so she put that away, keeping just her sword. Then, with another nod, she headed into the town.

As she made her way through the village, she saw a lot of humans going about their business, with a wide variety of skin colors. There were a few other races, too. But aside from that, it wasn’t all that different from Ponyville.

“A public house?” she asked a couple minutes later, when her curiosity finally got the better of her. “Ah thought a pub was just a place to have a few drinks and maybe a meal?”

“Maybe in Equestria, but here, it’s literally a public house, where you can do anything you can in a private house. Which includes sleeping, as much as taking meals and getting drunk.”

“Ah don’t get drunk." Applejack objected. Before admitting, "Not often, at least. Anyways, you said Ah could sell the rat’s bodies somewhere?”

“The Hunter’s Guild will buy those, as well as the Soul Crystals. And nearly every settlement has a butcher—”

“People eat those things?” Applejack interrupted. Loudly. Fortunately, there wasn’t anyone near enough to hear her.

“It’s still meat. Minerva pointed out. “Admittedly, rat meat’s not as popular as beef or venison, but its common enough to be a staple, especially in this area. Besides, even if the meat’s no good, fur is always useful.”

Applejack couldn’t refute that, though she realized she might have a harder time with her new diet than she thought.

Kildrik had been right. There was no way she could miss the three-storey building that took up one whole side of the green.

Opening the door, Applejack found a large common room that ran the length of the building. There was a bar along the wall, being tended by a dryad. But what caught Applejack’s attention was the zebra getting up from the nearest table. She was middle-aged—very attractively so—with a long, braided, black mane.

“Welcome, friend.” the mare said, holding out her hand. Unsure of what to do, Applejack raised hers, only to have it grasped between both of the older mare’s and shaken firmly. “My name’s Rehema. My husband and I own this fine establishment. And you are?”

“Um.” The zebra mare’s voice was so much like Zecora’s that the normal cadence and lack of rhyming threw her at first. The smoldering look in her eyes and gentle grip on her hand didn’t help. “Applejack.” she managed, after a second.

“Well, Um Applejack.” Rehema said flirtatiously. “How can we at the public house Mirembe meet your needs this evening? Oh, you are just so cute.” she added flirtatiously, when Applejack had to clear her throat. Or maybe it was the rising blush that prompted the remark. Applejack neither knew nor cared.

“Ah’m looking for a room for the night.” she managed, and Rehema finally let go of her hand, black fingers slowly brushing across orange ones.

“Will there be anything else?” the proprietress asked, fiddling with the low neck of her shirt, which was tied under her breasts. Applejack could clearly see hints of the striped mounds, and felt a tightness down below. After a second of confusion, she realized her cock was starting to drop. Then her stomach gurgled softly.

“Any chance Ah could get something to eat?”

“Certainly. We’ve got a thick, hearty vegetable stew topped with poached eggs tonight, for six coppers. Or if that’s not to your liking, we’ve also got a firepit out back where you can cook your own provisions for free.”

“That sounds good. Smells good, too.” Applejack added, finally paying attention to the aroma filling the air. She opened her inventory to start pulling out coins.

“The room will be another six coppers, and that includes use of the bath. A bath attendant will cost extra, though.” Rehema explained. “And for an extra two coppers, you can use our laundry service.”

“No, thanks. Ah’m fine.” Applejack said, handing over the money.

“Well, if you change your mind, just let me know. Or my son, or one of my daughters. Or even my husband, if by some miracle you run into him outside the kitchen.” Rehema added, laughing huskily and sending a shiver up Applejack’s spine. Then she took Applejack’s hand and led her to a table, pulling out the chair for her. Once she was seated, Rehema gently squeezed her shoulders and said, “You just wait right here, and your food will be out in a few minutes, once Alder poaches the eggs.”

“No rush.” Applejack said, seemingly unnoticed by Rehema, who was moving towards the kitchen door.

Seconds later, Applejack was approached by the dryad who’d been behind the bar. Now that Applejack was no longer so focused on the unexpected zebra, she took a better look at the tree woman. She was in a very short skirt, and a top that barely covered her small breasts. That left a lot of skin exposed, revealing it to be smooth and even darker than Mulberry’s. The exposed skin also revealed strange, swirling lines of leaf green decorating most of her body. Including her hairless scalp.

“Good evening, my name’s Sauda. Can I get you anything to drink? The first one’s included in the price of your meal.”

“Ya got any apple juice?”

“Sorry. No one grows apples around here.” Sauda said.

“In that case, Ah’ll just take whatever’s on tap.”

“Coming right up.” And with a wink, she was headed back to the bar. A minute later, she was back with a tankard. “Anything else?” Sauda asked, smiling at her.

“No, thanks.” Applejack said, adjusting her position. That caused her sword to bump the back of the chair, which reminded her of something else that she needed to do. Two things, in fact. “Actually, Sauda, Ah’ve got a couple questions.”

“What do you want to know?”

“What do you know about the Hunter’s Guild, here in town? Ah got a couple Huge Rats Ah wanna turn in.”

“Well, in that case, the guild house is along the north wall, near the entrance.”

“And when are they open for business?”

“Technically, they never really close, but old Mr. Rucker who runs the place doesn’t like folks coming in after midnight. So you got plenty of time to eat first. And to do anything else you want.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem. You need anything else, you just give me a yell.” Sauda said, squeezing her shoulder as she went back to the bar.

While Applejack waited for her supper, she tasted the beer. It was dark and bitter. She honestly preferred something a little sweeter—this was more to Twi’s taste—but it was fine. She sipped a little more as she bagged her sword. Since she couldn’t properly clean it until after she ate, putting it somewhere time wouldn’t pass for it would cut down on wear and tear.

“Hey, Minerva, Ah thought you said villages didn’t trust Furred Races?”

“What I said was that some of the smaller, more remote villages could be suspicious of outsiders, especially when they were of a race that didn’t live in that village. And some of those villages are mostly Humanoid, but they can also be primarily Furred Race or Manimals. This village is nowhere near remote enough for that to be the case here. And there’s too much variety in the inhabitants.”

“Ahh, okay.” Applejack thought, sipping her beer again. Rehema came out of the kitchen a moment later and set a bowl in front of Applejack. She tasted it carefully, and finding both the flavor and temperature to her liking, she dug in. The spices were different than she was used to—or were they herbs? But either way, it was enjoyable enough that when she emptied the bowl, she almost wished there was more. But she was pretty full, and her sense of responsibility was pricking her pretty sharply.

So she got her room key and location from Rehema—along with another dose of heavy flirting—and made her way up to the second floor. The room was pretty plain, having only a bed, a lamp on a stand, a table, and a chair. Then again, that was all she really needed.

Sitting down at the table, she pulled out her brass knuckles first and spent a few minutes polishing them. Putting them away, she got out her sword next, along with its cleaning kit. She started by casting Clean on it, then followed Minerva’s instructions to keep it in proper shape. It wasn’t much different than some of the equipment on the Acres, so it just took time. Especially since Applejack had to be careful not to cut her fingers off.

After that, it was time to clean her gun. Like the sword, Applejack started by casting Clean, but then she spent the next half hour following Minerva’s instructions for dismantling, cleaning, and reassembling the firearm. Then she worked her jerkin off and cast one more Clean on it, too. A quick check of her stats showed that she had 56 MP left, so she checked that the door was closed and started stripping off. Apart from her brassiere, which was an utter pain to get off, it didn’t take long to get everything clean. Minerva even told her how to cast the spell on both boots and both socks at the same time.

“That’ll work for now, but like any level one Spell, it’s not very strong. Every few days, at least, they should be properly laundered. And that includes the jerkin. Leather isn’t as simple as cloth to take care of.”

Applejack couldn’t help blinking at that. After hearing Rarity explain how to clean some the dresses she’d made, it made her mind boggle. But a few seconds later, she got over it and put her clothes back on, before going back downstairs. The bathing room wasn’t hard to find. Before Applejack could reach the door though, it opened and someone else came out.

She was a cat woman, with calico fur. Sort of. She had a few, large peach-colored spots and some smaller blue-gray ones, but instead of white, most of her fur was a cherry-blossom pink. She was also completely naked, revealing modest, blue freckled breasts, with hard nipples and the large peach blotch that emphasized her pubic mound.

“Well, hello, there.” she purred—literally purred—after a second. It made Applejack realize she’d been staring, and she jerked her eyes up to the cat woman’s face. The slit-shaped pupils and green eyes almost made her think of Chrysalis for an instant, especially with the almost predatory gleam in them. Then the pink head tilted up to meet Applejack’s gaze, and the light caught her eyes more squarely. It made them look a lot brighter than the changeling queen’s. Closer to Spike’s, really.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” she said suddenly, though her small smirk didn’t change. “I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name’s Marjani. It’s Zebra for coral. I’m sure you can see why Mom picked that name.” she added, gesturing at her whole body. “Anyways, what’s your name?” Marjani asked, holding out her right hand. Applejack noticed the fingers were blue, and the rest was peach.

“A-Applejack.” she stuttered, raising her own hand. Like Rehema, Marjani took it in both of hers to shake. Unlike the older mare, she let go after four or five pumps. Maybe because her hands were wet.

“If you want me to be your bath attendant, you’ll have to wait a few minutes, I’m sorry to say.” Marjani told her. “After helping the last guest, I need a short break and a quick snack.”

“No problem. Ah mean take your time.” Applejack added quickly. “Ah don’t need an attendant.”

“Shame. You’ve got some really cute ears I’d love to get my hands on, and that sexy drawl is just music to my ears.” Marjani said with an artful shrug. “Maybe tomorrow, if you’re still here?

“Yeah, maybe.” Applejack said, and Marjani’s smirk grew a little.

“Later, then.” she said, stepping around the flustered young woman. As she passed, she brushed the blue tip of her fluffy tail over Applejack’s cheek, making her turn to watch the other woman quietly pad away.

When that swishing tail finally disappeared around the corner, Applejack turned back to the door to the bath. Just in time for someone else to walk out. A human, this time. Taller than her, with long, pointed ears. He was wearing something that hung below his knees and looked like a plain dress, as well as a pair of slippers.

“Evening.” he nodded, and Applejack responded in kind, before entering the bathing chamber.

Inside, she found four stone tubs lined with cast iron and a large mirror. Approaching a tub, she was relieved to see indoor plumbing was a thing in this village. While she could live without it, she was very glad to not have to. Admittedly, the two taps setup was unusual, but a little experimenting got the water filling the tub to a comfortable temperature. And while she waited for the tub to fill, she unequipped her clothes and looked herself over in the mirror.

Except for the orange skin and the little pony ears—which, she had to admit, were as cute as Marjani had claimed—she looked almost exactly like the human version of herself she’d seen during the character creation process. There were the freckles she’d always had on her face, but there were more on her shoulders, and even some on the top slope of her breasts. And unlike her pony body, her large nipples were the same pink as Marjani’s, as was a fair-sized patch of skin around them.

The other big thing she wasn’t used to was the cock between her legs. It was just hanging there, not entirely limp. She’d once overheard Macintosh mention having a chub, while he was talking to a friend, and she thought she finally understood exactly what he’d meant. And even to a mare who’d seen her fair share of cocks, both pony and other1, it was strange looking. A thick, fleshy tube without a medial ring. Near the end, it both flared and darkened slightly, being tipped with a domed head.

Applejack kept studying her reflection until the tub was full, then she settled in with a sigh. While she enjoyed the heat on muscles she hadn’t even felt stiffening up, she let her mind wander. The first thing that came to mind was the man who’d been here before her.

“What was he wearing?” she asked.

“It’s called a nightgown.” Minerva told her. “Some people—especially elves, like that man—like to wear things like that to bed. Most people like to sleep naked, unless they need more to stay warm. Actually, since there are no laws regarding public nudity, some people go naked a lot, if not all the time.”

“Like Marjani.”

“To be fair, she was just in the bath, attending to the elf.”

“Attending, huh? Does that mean what Ah think it does?”

“Bathing, massaging, drying, and some form of sexual release, if so desired, are all normal duties of a bath attendant. Even dressing and undressing."

“Like Ah thought.”

That made Applejack wonder why she’d been so affected by Marjani’s nakedness. It wasn’t like nudity was anything special to her. After all her hat was more than most ponies in Ponyville wore, outside of the rare special occasion. Maybe it was because none of the maybe three dozen people she’d seen had been naked. Or maybe because unlike a pony, who kept everything between their legs and under their tail, Mariana’s nudity exposed everything.

“Or more likely, it’s just something else The Gestalt did to me. He’s—It’s… It’s probably the only reason Ah even find her attractive at all.” she decided, before she took the soap out her bath kit, and started lathering up her legs.

Of course, thinking about Marjani made Applejack think about her offer.

Applejack had never used the services of a prostitute back home. Ponyville didn’t have any, and she’d never had the time or money to go to Canterlot just for a roll in the hay. Besides, occasional benefits were far from an uncommon part of friendship in Equestria, so she’d never felt the need to pay for sex. So while she felt a little weird about it, she didn’t have any real objections to the idea.

Honestly, having someone else bathe her was harder to accept than hired sex.

As her cleaning moved above the waist, her thoughts naturally moved to something else the cat woman had said. If she’d still be here tomorrow. It didn’t take her more than a few seconds to realize that she had nothing better to do, or anywhere better to be. So she might as well stick around. How long though, she had no idea. She spent the rest of her bath trying to decide. Ultimately, she decided that a week was good enough for now.

After she finished getting clean, Applejack soaked in the water for a little longer. She didn’t know how they heated the rocks around the tub, but they sure helped keep the water warm. Eventually, though, she got out and started drying off. Which was a whole lot easier with hands, she discovered.

Once she put all her bath supplies away, she transformed back into her anthro form, since there was no reason not to. Also, while she’d been soaking, she’d decided she ought to practice the skills she could, which at the moment, was mostly limited to transformation and her spells.

“How much MP do my spells cost?” she asked Minerva.

“Scan costs five MP, Clean costs ten, and Purify Water costs three per gallon.”

A quick check of her status told her she had 13 MP, which wasn’t nearly enough to purify the water in the tub.

“That don’t seem to add up. Ah know Ah cast Clean eight times tonight, on my weapons and clothes. Applejack thought.

“Your Willpower is 10, so you naturally recover that much every hour.” Minerva reminded her, before elaborating. “Which works out to one point every six minutes. That rate is doubled while bathing, and you’ve been in the tub for about 40 minutes. It’s also quadrupled while sleeping.” she added.

With that cleared up, Applejack redressed herself in the same clothes she’d had on earlier and left the bathing chamber. She went up to her room just long enough to drape her wet towel over the back of her chair. Then she left to find the Hunter’s Guild. It wasn’t hard to find. And even though the sun had gone down, there were enough street lamps that she had no problem finding her way.

Stepping inside, Applejack found that it was set up much like Mirembe’s main room. Just smaller, and with a counter just to the left of the door, where an older man was sitting on a tall stool. He was shirtless, revealing a muscular, hairy chest.

“Good evening, lass.” he greeted.

“Evening.” she said back.

“Haven’t seen you before. You new in town?”

“Yeah. Ah just arrived a couple hours ago. Ah got a couple rats to sell.”

“Bodies or Soul Crystals?”

“Bodies.”

“Then come on back to the appraisal room with me, and we’ll get you sorted out.” he said, waving at the woman behind the bar. She waved back, and the old man got up.

As Applejack followed him, she looked around the main room. There were two or three people, but the only one who stood out was a human sitting in the corner. At least, Applejack thought he was human. He was shorter than the elf at the public house, but not as short as Kildrik. But what made him stand out was the creature at his side. It looked like a wolf, but its red fur was in constant motion. Almost like the princesses, but not quite. Instead of an aurora or the night sky, it looked almost like the creature’s whole body was on fire.

“Corpses and Soul Crystals are both stored in your Menagerie.” Minerva said, distracting Applejack from the strange creature.

“Right.” she acknowledged, turning to look at the man in front of her again, just in time to hear him introduce himself.

“Name’s Rucker, by the way. Gordon Rucker. I run this guildhouse.” he told her. “You a guild member, or just a traveler picking up some extra coin?”

“Uh, just a traveler.”

“Hm. Well, doesn’t matter much. Leastways, not for this.” he added, coming to a door and opening it. “In here. Just put the body on that scale in the corner.”

Applejack followed him into the room and walked over to the scale, touching the green button on her right wrist.

MENAGERIE – TROPHIES
BEASTIES
O Huge Rat (Fire)
O Huge Rat (Water)

Touching the circle in front of the first entry on the list brought up a new panel.

Huge Rat (Fire)
O Body – 1
O Soul Crystal (Lv. 2) – 1

To the right of the list, there was a rotating model of the creature.

Standing in front of the scale, Applejack pulled out the rat’s body, and Mr. Rucker came up to examine it. He muttered several times during his examination. Finally, he stood up straight and turned to Applejack.

“This shot, here. Luck or skill?”

“Beginner’s luck.” she admitted.

“Better hope it’s more than that.” Gordon said. “Or you never will be.”

“Right.” Applejack muttered, causing her to miss what the old man said next. It didn’t seem to be meant for her, though. In fact, the way his eyes were moving, as though reading something she couldn’t see, she figured he’d cast the Scan spell. A moment later, turned to her again.

“You want any part of this back?” he asked. “Meat, fur, bones, teeth, blood?”

“Nah, Ah’m good.” She wasn’t sure what most of that was used for, and hoped it was just crafting or spellcasting.

“Then in that case, I can offer you ten copper for this body.”

“Is that a fair price or an opening bid? the experienced businessmare asked her mini-divinity quickly.

“Fair price.” came the equally quick answer, without an explanation for once.

“Alright.” Applejack agreed.

“You said you had more?” Gordan prompted, collecting the body.

“One more.” Applejack confirmed, opening her menagerie again. Seconds later, the guildmaster was examining the water-affinitied rat.

“This one’s pelt is in better condition, and blue’s more popular right now anyway.” he said a moment later. “So I’ll pay you twelve for this one.”

“Sounds good to me.” Applejack agreed, and she got to watch someone else interact with their Ident Bracelets for the first time. It was a little odd, watching him poking empty air and having coins appear. Once he handed her the coins, she followed him back to the front door, offering him a last “thanks” on her way out.

She returned to the Mirembe, and considered having another drink, since she didn’t have to beat Celestia out of bed for work. But she quickly decided one was drink was enough for tonight—especially since the bar was pretty busy, and she wasn’t really in the mood to mingle—and returned to her room. Where her work ethic got to her again, so after checking her towel and putting it away, she took out her pistol and five extra bullets. Then she spent over an hour loading, unloading, and reloading, trying to get to the point where she wouldn’t need to use the equipment panel. She finally stopped when her fingers started getting stiff and clumsy.

“Ah guess Ah should call it a night.” Applejack mused, flexing her fingers. She wasn’t particularly tired, but she couldn’t think of anything else to do, either. She wasn’t anymore in the mood to mingle than she was earlier, and drinking alone was depressing. Especially in a crowded establishment.

“Oh! You have new quests.” Minerva spoke up.

“Now?” Applejack questioned. “Ah suppose Ah shouldn’t be surprised.” she admitted, touching the button.

Day 3 – Late Spring, 4147 AA
20:51
QUESTS
Suck a Cock
1 Skill Point*

Swallow a Load of Cum
2 Skill Points*

Masturbate
1 Skill Point

“Now, what are Skill Points?” Applejack asked.

“Stat Points, Skill Points, and Spell Points are all rewards for completing quests. They’re worth 100 points of experience for the Stat, Skill, or Spell of your choice. Though some quests will reward specific ones. And that asterisk means that there is at least one hidden bonus condition that will increase the reward.” Minerva explained, predicting Applejack’s next question.

“Well, Ah don’t really know about those first two, but Ah suppose it wouldn’t hurt to have slap2 before Ah go to sleep.”

“You know, outside of your horse form, it’d be a lot easier to just use your hands.” Minerva pointed out.

“Ah guess it would be.” Applejack said, before unequipping her clothing. Naked, she pulled back the bedcovers and laid down. Then she scooted up the bed, propping herself up on the headboard. Looking down at her shaft, she saw that it was almost exactly like a stallion’s. The only difference was that it had no sheath. Like in her Humanoid form, it just hung there.

Completely soft.

So Applejack grabbed it firmly with one hand. It was…pleasant, but her shaft stayed resolutely soft and squishy, even after she gave it a few strokes.

“Damn.” she muttered.

“Do you think a little dirty talk would help you get in the mood? Minerva asked.

“Uhhh…” Applejack hedged, looking at the miniature alicorn version of herself out of the corner of her eye. “Ah…Ah don’t think so.”

“I get it.” The mini-divinity assured her. “I’d offer to help more directly, but then it might not count as masturbation.”

“Ah’m not sure that would help.” Applejack thought to herself. Immediately followed by, “Oh, Ah hope she didn’t hear that.” Then she tried stroking her cock again, but it still did nothing but flop and stretch in her grip, no matter how fast or slow she moved her hand.

After a few more seconds, Applejack decided to try something else. Something that she should’ve thought of sooner. She closed her eyes and thought about Marjani. She remembered the cat woman’s naked body, her soft hands, her delightful curves, and her sexy purr. In a few seconds, Applejack felt her cock growing. And as it hardened, her fingers, with their short fur, felt better and better against the bare skin.

When her shaft was fully hard, Applejack looked at it. A few shades darker than her fur, it reached halfway between her navel and her sternum. Above the urethra, the head domed up a bit, and the rim was scalloped. And she had a thick medial ring that sent shivers up her spine every time her fingers bumped over it.

As Applejack kept her fingers moving, she imagined they were the shorter anthro’s fingers. A dozen strokes later, pre-cum started visibly welling up on her tip. Unable to resist, she lowered her head a bit and swiped her tongue over her domed head. The sudden sensation made her gasp and jerk, nearly clocking her head on the headboard. She had to stop for a few seconds to calm down. Then she started stroking again, a little faster than before.

This time, when the pre welled up, Applejack knew what to expect, so the lick wasn’t as mind-blowing as the first. Still great, though. And it didn’t get any less great as she kept licking around the tip. It felt so great that after only a couple dozen licks, Applejack couldn’t resist taking the whole head in her mouth. The sudden heat and warmth around her rock-hard cock made her gasp, then the suction made her moan.

Overwhelmed again, she started bobbing on her shaft quickly, almost reaching her medial ring with every dip. Her hand started moving faster too, without her noticing. Her thumb and forefinger passed over her ring with every stroke. Since this was her first experience with a cock, it wasn’t much more than half a minute before Applejack felt the tip in her mouth flaring, and she got ready for what she knew was close behind.

A second later, the first blast filled her mouth, and she quickly swallowed, knowing the second would be right behind. Which it was, a second later. She swallowed that one too, before her mouth was filled for a third time. This time, she couldn’t get it swallowed quickly enough, and the fourth shot made her muzzle overflow, and a white wave washed down her shaft, splashing all over her hand. She pulled her mouth off, choking and gasping, as the last couple spurts landed between her breasts.

As Applejack caught her breath and licked her lips clean, she felt her softening cock leaking on her contoured stomach. She just laid there, recovering and enjoying the afterglow for a couple minutes, before raising her cum-covered hand and licking it clean. The taste, now that she could focus on it, was kind of bitter, but with all the sweet and tart apples she ate every day, a little bitterness was a nice contrast, now and then. And once her hand was clean, she scooped the rest off her body, eating it a little at a time.

“Congratulations!” Minerva chimed in suddenly, as Applejack cast Clean on herself, to get the worst of the remains of her load out of her coat. “You just completed some quests. Would you like to check your rewards now, or wait for later?”

“Ah suppose Ah might as well check it now.” Applejack figured, opening the quest panel.

Day 3 – Late Spring, 4147 AA
21:00
TOTAL SKILL POINTS: 7
QUESTS
Suck a Cock
1 Skill Point + 1 Skill Point (No One Said It Couldn’t Be Your Own!)

Swallow a Load of Cum
2 Skill Points + 2 Skill Points (No One Said It Couldn’t Be Your Own!)

Masturbate
1 Skill Point

“Ah have to say, Ah did not expect that. When do Ah have to use those Skill Points?”

“Whenever you want.” Minerva answered, and Applejack decided to think about it for awhile.

However, the day and the strong orgasm started catching up to her, and it wasn’t long before she was drifting off. On the other hand, it didn’t take long for her to decide, either.

“Ah think Ah’ll level up all three of my transformation skills.” she said softly, half-awake. And when Minerva asked if she was sure, she confirmed it, only a minute or two before slipping off to dreamland.

Author's Note

Finally, we get to the sex! Sorry again that it took so long.

1. For instance, cattle’s idea of sexual discretion is facing straight at you, so you can’t see where they’re joined. Of course, that only helped if you waited for them to finish before moving, which she often didn’t have time to do.

2. Hooves are awkward for some things, so for most stallions in Equestria, belly slapping is still the preferred masturbation method.