There's No Bail From Horny Jail
Applejack grunted as she landed flank-first atop a soft surface, her vision a swarm of bright colors as the acrid stench of teleportation magic clogged her nose. “Aww cornsarnit,” she mumbled while rubbing her eyes to clear the phosphene swarm that clouded her vision.
Opening her eyes again, she could make out blurry details of her surroundings. She was contained within a jail cell, the majority of the floor was taken up by a large bed that she was currently resting on. The sheets beneath her flank felt rubbery and slick as though her sweaty bottom would slide off if she moved too quickly. Three mostly featureless walls surrounded her, with a screen of sturdy buck-resistant bars serving as the portcullis to the outside world.
Her nose twitched, and she swiveled her head to see a pink blur sitting not too far away from her on the other side of the bed, it smelled like candy, baking goods, sugar, and… mare pussy?
“Pinkie?” Applejack tentatively called out.
“Oh hey AJ! What brings you to the Ponyville Eros Recovery Ward? But that’s a mouthful, so I just call it Horny Jail!” Pinkie’s characteristically jubilant voice shot back.
“Horny Jail?! Oh buck, this isn’t right. I didn’t do anything wrong! This is all a misunderstanding!” The farmpony repeated to herself in disbelief, heart racing as she reflexively reached for her hat that was no longer there.
“Calm down Applejack, you’ll be okay. Nopony gets sent to horny jail for super bad reasons! Would it make you feel better if you talked about it with me?” Pinkie inquired, slinking over to Applejack and draping a hoof over her withers, pulling the farmpony into a tight embrace.
“N-no. It’s embarrassing,” came Applejack’s tense reply. Her face turned beet red as she crossed her legs to hide a quickly lengthening erection. Her nose twitched and bobbed constantly, unable to keep from inhaling the wonderful scent sitting next to her.
“Oh come on AJ! We’re super ultra deluxe best friends, you can tell me anything! If it helps you any, I got put in here for eating out Mayor Mare on top of Town Hall.” Pinkie giggled, spreading her legs out and leaning back slightly. The scent in the room grew exponentially stronger, much to Applejack’s chagrin.
“Pinkie? What on Terra’s Green Equus would possess you to do that?”
The partypony shrugged her shoulders. “Somepony else was being mean and making rude comments about Mayor Mare’s ability to perform in bed. I think I put that rumor to bed, in more ways than one,” she replied, winking at Applejack.
That wink stirred things deep within Applejack, and her legs were no longer strong enough to keep her chocolate-covered scepter hidden between her legs. The resolute pillar of arousal standing tall and firm, softly throbbing in tandem with Applejack’s heartbeat as a dollop of pre oozed from its flattened crown. She flushed an even deeper red, sorely wishing that she had her hat to hide this from her friends.
“Wow! Looks like you’re super-duper worked up Applejack! Would you like me to help you with that? Or perhaps you could talk about how you got in here, maybe that’d take your mind off of your cock?”
Applejack sighed and tried bending her engorged rod down, pinning in between her thighs and taking it away from her sight for a moment. Slowing her breathing down, she tried to take her mind off the uncomfortable stiffness and focus on the events that had led her to this jail cell.
“Accordin’ to what the guards said, ah committed ‘bes-tee-al-ity. Ah don’t know what in Tartarus that is, but they were throwin’ a fit about it.”
A cloud of water erupted from Pinkie’s muzzle as the cup of water that she pinkied in flew through the air and shattered on the floor outside of the cell. “WHAT?!”
“That was my reaction too! Ah just got a bit horny, noticed one of our bulls was horny too. I was trying to get off, so ah asked if I could suck his dick. He said yes, so I went down on him. Couldn’t get into it, and then I guess some damn destriers happened to notice me through the grass and made a fuss. Apparently, they don’t even quite know what bes-tee-ahl-ity is either because they gots lawponies arguing over it,” Applejack huffed indignantly.
“Oh, that… sucks,” Pinkie mused with a devious smirk on her face.
Applejack stared daggers at the mare and let out a heavy, playful sigh. Her mouth twitched as she struggled to keep her smile from showing. “That was jus’ plain awful an’ you know it!”
“I sure do AJ! But it’s making you smile, so it’s worth it! I love seeing you happy.”
Applejack’s heart throbbed, sending a fresh current of blood to her throbbing maremeat. Prompting the turgid organ to flex and free itself from her wet thighs with surprising velocity.
“And I like it when you get so excited over me,” Pinkie replied, leaning in close against Applejack and breathing across her neck.
The farmpony gulped loudly and shifted uncomfortably on the bed, the tip of her shaft poking the soft chub of Pinkie’s belly. She swore she had never been harder and more aroused in her entire life than at this moment.
“Ah buck, I guess there’s no point in hiding it anymore. I like you Pinkie, I like all of my friends,” Applejack muttered, turning her red-delicious tinted muzzle away from the cotton-candy mare.
“Hiding it? Applejack, I’m pretty sure the dictionary has your picture by the word closet. We’ve all known about it since we met each other. All those dates with stallions that never worked out, you staring at us and getting dreamy-eyed, and so much more. You love mares, and you love us. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that!” Pinkie passionately exclaimed, hugging Applejack close and nuzzling the mare’s fluffy and stern chest. Listening to the quickening heartbeat of Applejack as she searched for a response to the partypony.
“Well, Ah uh, shoot. I jus’, thought it was weird in some way. Like ah was fetishizing you and you wouldn’t want me around if it was true,” Applejack stammered, her words catching in her throat as she leaned down and buried her nose into Pinkie’s mane. Breathing deeply of her rich candy-like scent.
“Not at all AJ! You’re trans, I’m pan, Rarity is I don’t know what, Twilight is non-binary, Fluttershy is probably the most sapphic mare I know, and Rainbow might as well be the Element of Pride for Celestia’s sake! I don’t know how it feels to be a transmare, but I can assure you that you’re valid and that loving mares doesn’t make you weird or fetishizing in any way. You’re a wonderful mare Applejack, I’m blessed to know and consider you my friend, and I’d love to take it further if it’d help you bloom into the lesbian you desire to be,” Pinkie Pie replied in a soft and gentle tone, pulling her head away from Applejack’s racing heart to pucker her lips before the farmpony’s muzzle.
“Ah-ah-” Applejack muttered, her mouth felt as though it was full of cotton as her entire body trembled like a leaf caught in a march gale. Breathing in deeply through her nose, she leaned forward and met Pinkie’s lips in a deep kiss. The farmpony felt like she might pass out from the contact, blood surging across her body to make her skin feel tingly and wonderful. Her head quickly filled with a delightful lightness as she pulled her lips away from Pinkie. She couldn’t conceal the massive dumb grin on her face, nor could she turn her eyes away from Pinkie’s beautiful cerulean-ringed eyes.
“Ah love you Pinkie,” Applejack managed to gasp.
“I love you too, Applejack.”
The two mares sat opposite one another, the scent of arousal strong in the cell as the two horny ponies sat uncomfortably still after their admission of mutual love.
“Gosh! You could just cut the sexual tension in here with a knife! Do you wanna bone? Cause I’m super-duper excited and it’s getting hard to sit still,” Pinkie excitedly questioned. Peeling herself off the rubbery sheets, her pussy adhering lightly and leaving a wet pillar upon the easily-cleaned material.
The brief glimpse of Pinkie’s marehood, followed by the powerful smell afterwards caused Applejack’s thick rod to rocket upwards, slapping against her belly and creating a miniature thunderclap. “Buck yeah.”
Pinkie smiled wide and wiggled her rump with excitement. “Ooh, this is so exciting! I’d love to throw a big party over this! But I can’t while I’m stuck in here, so I’ll just have to give you a small and very personal party instead. I notice your nose keeps twitching like crazy, do you wanna eat me out first?”
Applejack nodded and laid herself out upon her back. “Could you do the face-sitting thing? I’ve… I’ve always wanted to do that. Please a mare that way.”
“Oh, I’m more than happy AJ! Just give my butt a firm whack if you need air, I’m gonna make sure you have a great time,” Pinkie sultrily whispered into the farmpony’s ear, turning herself around and letting her large flanks over Applejack's head, before slowly bringing her hips down.
Applejack’s entire world was consumed by the pink twin moons of Pinkie’s backside, her massive jiggly mounds cleaved in twain by a plump, puffy, and perfect pussy that dripped arousal down and onto the farmpony’s muzzle before its lips even graced her own. Feeling the weight press down upon her head, Applejack’s entire world became a dark pink as her sense of smell and taste was flooded by Pinkie’s pussy. Her rod was now hard enough to split diamonds and dent steel, Applejack had finally reached heaven on Equus.
Sticking her tongue out, Applejack gave Pinkie’s slit an experimental lick and let out a loud and pleasant hum at the sweetness that flooded her tastebuds. Her pink folds tasted like a mixture of cotton candy, bubblegum, and a small amount of musk that melted her brain into erogenous goo, prompting her to lick more and more, pressing her tongue against a throbbing and winking clitoris.
“Oh my gosh~! Are you sure you haven’t done this before AJ?” Pinkie Pie cheered as she leaned forward, wrapping a hoof around Applejack’s thick dick and pulling it against her cheek. Exhaling hot and humid air across the length of her dick, giggling as it happily throbbed in her embrace.
“Your dick is so pretty Applejack, and so soft. Gosh, even your balls are amazing. So big and round~” She moaned as she gently kneaded the farmpony’s swollen seed-sacks. Taking a deep breath through her nose, Pinkie shuddered and clamped down on Applejack’s probing tongue. “And the smell, so bucking good. Makes me just wanna-” Her words were cut short as her lips enveloped Applejack’s flattened head, the mare instinctively bucking her hips upwards into that warm and inviting space.
Sinking into an inescapable morass of arousal, Applejack pulled her muzzle away from Pinkie’s candy slit and took a deep breath before plunging the entirety of her muzzle into that delicious cavern. The walls tightening around her muzzle as Pinkie arched her back with a loud groan of pleasure. Tugging Applejack’s head along with her plump cheeks before falling back down, burying her under a mass of soft pink flesh. The farmpony couldn’t be happier if she tried. She couldn’t see, she could barely hear, but all she could taste, smell, and feel was Pinkie. This beautiful mare had become her entire world, and she never wanted to leave. Grasping her plump cheeks with her hooves, Applejack began to rock her head back and forth, fucking the party pony with her muzzle.
Pinkie moaned through a mouthful of marecock, pulling her head back and letting the throbbing meat pop free. “Applejack! Mmf! Just keep doing that, please, don’t stop,” she pleaded before her lips engulfed the mare’s cockhead once more, sliding it down her muzzle and into her gullet with practiced ease until her nostrils pressed against Applejack’s taut sack. Adjusting her tongue, Pinkie began to try and swallow the meat lodged within her throat, groaning loudly as Applejack bucked and quivered, the farmpony’s moans vibrating the entirety of Pinkie’s pussy, driving the bubbly pony over the edge as she pressed herself against the farmpony’s muzzle with a vengeance. Rhythmic contractions rippled throughout her pussy as she pulled her snout free of maredick to let out a low and primal groan as waves of pleasure radiated throughout her body.
She fell over and onto her side, breathing heavily as her muscles twitched and spasmed as they relaxed from their sudden contractions. “Hah, we’re not done yet,” she gasped while rolling back over onto her forelimbs. “You haven’t finished yet, fuck me. Go wild, ruin this pussy AJ~”
Applejack had no choice in the matter, with her mind and nostrils inundated by pheromones. She had about as much control over her sexual functions as an automatic weapon with its trigger held down. She was scarcely aware of anything other than the almost painful throbbing in her dick, only snapping out her horny fugue once she felt her flaring head kiss the entrance to Pinkie’s winking tunnel. Taking a deep breath, she sunk her scepter to the jewels in a single clean thrust. Throwing her head back and letting out a guttural snort as her cock violently flexed and throbbed within the moist tunnel. It was so warm it felt as though her dick would simply meld with the hot tunnel, its tight velveteen walls contracting and rippling around her length. Easing all of that nasty pleasure and leaving only pure bliss in its wake.
“Pinkie~” Applejack throatily moaned as she pulled her hips back before the uncomfortable coldness and vacuum of the outside world drove her hips forward again, causing her foalmakers to slap loudly against Pinkie’s fat jiggly booty. She could feel Pinkie react to every little move that her shaft made, tightening and relaxing in tandem with her thrusts.
“Hah~ Such a good mare,” Pinkie panted as she clutched the sheets with her forehooves, slowly lifting her hindquarters, allowing Applejack to drape herself over the mare and buck without a care or thought in the world.
Applejack snorted and let out a strained whinny as she increased the speed of her thrusts. Her teeth clenching shut as her breathing quickened even further, driving her into a state of erotic lightheadedness that left her only thinking of her own impending climax and the pleasure of her marefriend. She was fucking herself dumb, and it felt indescribably good.
“Harder! Gosh, you love mares don’t you?” Pinkie teased, rocking her entire body with Applejack’s thrusts. Their bodies met with loud and resounding thwacks as their hips collided, filling the entire cell-block with the sound of their frenzied mating.
“Yes~ I love mares, I love them all. I love you Pinkie,” Applejack was quick to reply, her cock twitching and throbbing within Pinkie’s depth with increasing urgency.
“Then show me how gay for mares you are!” The bubblegum mare cried out as her hips exploded in climax. With Applejack still hammering away at her slit, she had little choice but to writhe and moan in pure ecstasy as waves of pleasure shot through her body. Her limbs twitched and pulled tight as a gentle warmth cascaded over her body and electricity shot up her spine, her chest pulled tight and she struggled to breathe through the pleasure wracking every nerve in her body.
The tunnel enrapturing Applejack’s being suddenly clamped down, spasming as warm fluid gushed all over her cock, finally set off critical mass within Applejack’s hips as an inescapable pressure began to build in her cock. She held on as long as she could until her body forced her to slam her hips home and her consciousness exploded into bliss. Her orbs pulled tight against her body as rope after rope of thick and pearly-white seed rocketed after her. Stars swam in her vision as every muscle in her body tensed, locking her in place as waves of contractile pleasure battered her body until she collapsed into a breathless heap beside Pinkie. Her cock sliding out of the pink mare and landing with a splat upon the sheets, followed shortly by a landslide of mixed sexual fluids.
Breathing heavily, the two mares simply laid there in blissful silence as the afterglow of their mutual orgasms washed over them.
“Hey Pinkie?”
“Yeah?”
“That was awesome, can we do it again soon?”
“Are you kidding? Of course, we can! Both of us had a super-duper climax, and we need to have a few more of those before we’ve had a real party!”
Gleaming Spear’s nose crinkled as he peeked around the corner, spotting the sweaty and fluid-stained element-bearers in the far cell. They were not the only ones contained within the Ponyville Eros Recovery Ward. Several other cells in the block also contained groups or couples of ponies, all in different stages of coitus or post-coital recovery. The smell was incredibly distracting, so much so that he felt his cock brush against the belly-strap of his armor.
His ears swiveled, and he turned his head briefly to watch his partner Deep Polish walk up behind him.
“You know, you ever think how weird it is that we lock up all the horny ponies together? I swear we’re just underpaid janitors, why can’t the Civil-Guard just let them screw outside so we don’t have to clean up the mess?” Spear mused, flicking his tail agitatedly.
“Yeah, but consider all the cum and marejuice everywhere. Big slipping hazard,” Polish suggested.
“Maybe in Canterlot, but this is Ponyville. Dirt just soaks it all up,” Gleaming fired back
“Eh, laws are laws. Anyways, get back here. I managed to find where I stashed that lube.”
