Yona trotted down the beaten dirt road that led up to the Sweet Apple Acres farmhouse. The hustle and bustle of the apple harvest was in full swing, and the occasional sharp crack of apple-bucking ponies could be heard clearly under the cool and cloudy autumn sky. Yona loved apple cider, but she'd never gotten fresh-pressed cider before, and the ongoing apple harvest meant that the cider would be as fresh as possible.
The door to the big red farmhouse stood wide open, and a sign posted on the door welcomed anycreature who wanted to step inside and make themselves at home. Of course, like most places designed for much smaller creatures, Yona had to squeeze her fully adult sized Yak body carefully through the doorway, but once she was inside, the spacious farmhouse was more than sufficient for her to wander about in - as long as she didn't try to go down the hallway.
"I'll be with you in a moment," came a voice from the kitchen. Yona peered around the doorframe, where a lone pink-coated unicorn mare sang softly to herself, shuffling back and forth and causing her curly mulberry-colored mane and tail to bounce softly as she worked. Her horn was lit up as she shuffled baking supplies around and put the finishing touches on another tray of fresh pastries. Yona hadn't ever met Big Macintosh's wife before, but she knew this had to be her.
"There!" Sugar Belle said, mostly to herself. When she finally turned around, she gasped at the sight of Yona standing in the doorway. "Oh, my... you're..." Sugar shook her head and coughed slightly into her hoof. "My apologies, I've never met a yak before, and you were just so much... larger in life than I expected."
Yona shrugged her shoulders. "No worries! Yona is Yak. Yaks big."
"Ah, so you are Yona? Applejack has told us so much about you. You were her most favorite student. What can I do for you this evening?"
"Sandbar want fresh cider." Yona smiled wide. "Yona want fresh cider, too!"
"Oh, you're in luck, then! Applebloom just finished pressing a new batch a couple of hours ago." Her horn lit up and six jugs full of a golden brown liquid floated up to the countertop. "They're 7 bits each. How many would you like?"
Yona stared at the jugs. Judging from the size, one would probably last a single pony a full week, but she was no pony. She would likely go through the same amount in three to four days.
"Six?" Yona asked.
Sugar Belle glanced at the cider. "That's our entire stock, but... Sure. We can just press more!" Her brow creased with concern. "Though, I do worry that we aren't producing enough apples quickly enough."
The mare hadn't even finished talking and Yona was already digging into her saddlebags, withdrawing dozens of bits and spreading them out on the countertop. "Why pony not help with apple-bucking?" she asked, curious as to the mare's presence in the kitchen instead of out in the fields.
"Oh, I couldn't buck apples to save my life." She made a dainty buck with her hooves to prove her point. "And tending to the house means that all three of the Apples can be out there bucking without having to worry about other chores."
"Can Yona help?" Yona asked. "Yona buck apple trees." As if to demonstrate, Yona bucked with her own hooves with all the power of an adult Yak. A loud cracking sound split the air as her hooves made contact with the wall, and the entire farmhouse shook precariously. The sound of several glass bottles toppling to the floor and shattering came from the next room.
Sugar Belle peered into the living room and let out a heavy sigh. "Well, that mess needs to get taken care of. Let me just go get a towel." And she disappeared into the hallway.
Yona gingerly stepped into the living room to see what had just happened. Several bottles on a shelf had fallen, shattering on the wooden floor, where their liquid contents were pooling and mixing amongst broken glass. The shelf itself had a few more bottles that were toppled over, and she carefully placed the bottles upright and moved them away from the edge - it would do no good to clean the mess only to have another one fall.
The colored liquids on the ground gave off a potpourri of pleasant smells, but as the colors mixed and swirled together, the smell began to change to something far less pleasant. Yona couldn't exactly place what the new smell was, but it quickly overpowered the other smells with a foul odor. Yona nearly gagged.
Sugar Belle arrived with the towel, holding it over her nose. "What in Equestria is that smell...?" she mumbled.
"Yona clean up mess." Yona asked, holding her hoof out for the towel. "Yona's mess smells bad. You don't need suffer."
"Oh, alright," Sugar Belle said with a strained smile, giving the towel over to Yona. "I'll just take care of the glass." Her horn flared to life as bits and pieces of broken glass began rising from the ground.
Yona nodded in satisfaction, taking the towel in her hooves and sopping up the mixture as best she could. "What is smell?" Yona asked as she worked. "Smell terrible."
"That shelf had several potions Applebloom made with Zecora's help," Sugar Belle replied. "I have no idea what was in them, but none of them ever smelled this bad before. I wonder if it's because they got mixed together."
Yona didn't understand anything about alchemy, so she just nodded in faux comprehension. A short time later, the floor was mostly dry, but the towel reeked of the vile odor. "Dirty laundry?" Yona asked.
"Oh, right out back," Sugar Belle replied, nodding her horn toward the laundry tub in the back yard. Yona picked up the towel in her mouth, grimacing as the smell became much more potent in such close proximity to her face.
As Yona's mouth gripped the towel, it squeezed some of the revolting concoction out onto her tongue. The smell had been bad, but the taste was so much worse. She groaned in frustration as she slowly squeezed herself through the doorway to the outside again, more and more of the disgusting fluids pressed out of the towel as she went. As soon as she was outside, she took off at a gallop toward the back side of the house, desperate to get rid of it.
In her desperation, she did not see the bucket used to fill the laundry tub, and tripped over it. She tumbled to the ground harshly, and bit down on the towel, forcing a flood of liquid into her mouth. And some of it went down her throat. Yona choked and gagged on the harsh sensation as she dragged herself to her feet and then dropped the towel into the laundry tub.
"Are you okay?" Sugar Belle asked from the window. "That looked like it hurt."
"Yona fine." It hadn't hurt physically, of course. Yaks smashed things deliberately all the time; a little scrape like that was nothing. "But Yona swallowed some." Her mouth was watering profusely, as if her own body was trying to wash away the nauseating taste.
Sugar Belle wasn't convinced. "Wait there. I'll come take a look at it."
Yona did as she was told, waiting patiently as Sugar Belle went around to the back door of the farmhouse. While she waited, her stomach suddenly felt an acute ache, forcing her to sit on her haunches, hunched over in pain. And then the pain seemed to move, traveling slowly through her body until it settled around her hindquarters. And as the pain moved, it intensified.
Her distress was immediately apparent to Sugar Belle. "Are you alright, Yona?" she called out as she approached from the farmhouse.
"Yona not alright," Yona complained. "Hurts bad."
"So you did hurt something when you fell," Sugar Belle reprimanded. "Where does it hurt? Let me take a look."
Yona frowned but sat back, putting her front hooves behind her for support so Sugar Belle could get a better look. Sugar Belle gasped in shock, triggering Yona to glance down and see why. And right around where she'd felt the pain, there was a protrusion. A strangely familiar and yet utterly alien protrusion.
Sugar Belle bit her lip. She knew this wasn't normal: Yona was definitely female, she knew that much from Applejack's stories. But here in front of her was a sheathe and balls fit for... well, a yak. "You have a..." she trailed off.
"Penis," Yona finished, staring at the flaccid, sheathed member somehow attached to her groin. "Why Yona have penis?"
"I-I-I have no idea!" Sugar Belle stuttered. "None of those potions should have done that!" The potions mixing together on the floor came to mind, though. That's all alchemy was, right? Mixing things? "But maybe..." She continued to stare at the massive sheath, stray thoughts wondering how big of a tool it hid.
"How Yona change back?
"Change back?" Sugar Belle asked, jerking her head up to meet Yona's gaze. "But Yona, aren't you curious about it?"
"Curious?" Yona repeated, glancing down at her new equipment again.
"Well, I mean... if I suddenly grew a dick, I would want to know..." Sugar Belle trailed off.
"Yona already know," she huffed, gesturing at her groin. "Clear evidence!"
"No, I mean..." Sugar Belle wanted - no, needed to know more. "How big is it? And does it work?" She couldn't bring herself to just openly admit she was a size queen. There was a reason she'd chosen Big Mac over Feather Bangs, after all, but she would never have said it aloud.
"Why Yona need know? Yona just need change back."
Sugar Belle frowned. "I don't know. But I don't know how to change it back. Maybe it will just wear off?" As she stared at it, her horn came to life and her magic gently caressed Yona's new scrotum. The effect was nearly immediate as Yona's new equipment began emerging from its sheathe.
Her body tensing up, Yona gasped at the foreign, yet unexpectedly pleasurable sensation. Something else began to happen, too, as the flaccid member slowly began to rise from its resting position. Yona wasn't oblivious to the mechanics of how a penis worked, of course. Sandbar had given her plenty of opportunity to learn, after all, but it was strange to see this happening from a new angle.
Yona wasn't sure how to respond. She'd just been touched in an unnervingly intimate way, and without warning or consent. And yet... she couldn't deny it felt good. Maybe Sugar Belle did have a point - there was a lot she could learn about her new penis. Maybe she could learn something that would 'help' Sandbar. "Touch Yona again?" she asked.
Sugar Belle hummed assent, softly stroking the weighty balls in front of her. The shaft that would already put most stallions to shame grew larger still, soon dwarfing even that of her husband. An intense need grew within her as she stared. She would face Tartarus with her head held high if it meant she could just ride that titanic cock before it went away. She wanted to smell Yona's musk, and she leaned in to take a deeper whiff, bring her nose just shy of touching Yona's anomalous flesh.
But there was no musk. The newly formed cock had not been tucked away and gathering body odor like a normal stallion. Still, now that she was nearly touching it, she needed to taste it. "May I?" Sugar Belle asked, nearly pleading.
Seeing the older mare trembling and shaking in front of her, Yona caught a whiff of the scent of a needy mare. It was different from the scent a yak cow made when aroused, but Yona had lived in Ponyville long enough to recognize it all the same. "Yona don't mind. Yona feel good." Yona wasn't even sure exactly what she was consenting to, but her mind was racing at the all the possible ways she could learn more things to help Sandbar out.
Nodding almost imperceptibly, Sugar Belle stuck her tongue out and gently licked the shaft from the base to the tip. Just as there had been no musk, there was no taste of sweat as she'd often gotten from her husband - instead, it was like licking the skin of a peach. Soft, smooth, and nearly tasteless. But Yona's response to her tongue bath was enough to convince Sugar Belle to do it a second and third time. She opened her mouth wide and stopped, peering up at Yona. Yona simply nodded before Sugar Belle drew the tip of the massive member into her mouth.
"Yona never feel this before!" Yona gasped. "Pony mouth feel amazing!"
A tongue swirled around the flared tip as Sugar Belle grinned widely. If Yona was enjoying just the tip, how would she react to the whole thing? Taking a deep breath, Sugar Belle began bobbing her head up and down the top of the shaft, her eyes crossing to focus on the base of the shaft in front of her. It was remarkably far away. Could she actually take the whole thing into her mouth? Sugar Belle was confident in her ability to suppress her gag reflex, but she was not so confident in her ability to not asphyxiate in the attempt.
Undeterred, Sugar Belle continued to stretch her maw further and further down the shaft. Yona couldn't believe how amazing it was, watching and feeling the pony in front of her bob up and down on her new appendage. A tension began welling up inside of her: an orgasm slowly beginning to build. At least, it felt like an impending orgasm. She wasn't sure if penis orgasms felt the same way.
"Careful, pony..." Yona cautioned, not even remembering the mare's name in her haze of bliss. She rested one cloven hoof on the mare's mane.
Sugar Belle paused, glancing up at Yona's strained expression before letting the cock pop free from her mouth. She had never been beaten by a cock before, but looking at how far she'd managed to take it so far, she had to concede that there was no chance she would have ever managed to take the whole thing in her mouth. And that made her want it even more.
"Is something wrong?" Sugar Belle asked, a small frown crossing her lips. "Why did you stop me?"
"Yona orgasm soon," Yona explained.
Sugar Belle silently stared at the spit-slicked dick in front of her. If that massive dong was going to orgasm... she wanted it to orgasm inside of her. Somehow. And if oral wasn't an option, then there was only one other way... Except for the 'other' other way, but she was absolutely not prepared for that kind of penetration.
Without a word, Sugar Belle turned around, presenting her hindquarters and shifting her tail to the side invitingly. Yona knew without asking what the mare was begging for, and Sugar Belle knew that Yona knew. A silent, unspoken agreement crossed between them as Yona carefully attempted to mount the mare in front of her.
The size difference between them, however, proved too much. Yona's cock went right over Sugar Belle's back, the soft fur rubbing tantalizingly against the sensitive underside of Yona's shaft. Disappointed, Yona dismounted. Or, more accurately, stepped back again.
"Pony too short," Yona whined. This had gone far beyond anything she'd expected already, but now she wanted nothing more than to see it through.
"Moonteats," Sugar Belle cursed. Almost immediately, the wash basin caught her eye. Before she even had a moment's thought to consider the consequences of it, her magic had flipped the tub over, dumping dozens of articles of dirty laundry and several gallons of water into the dirt. She'd deal with that later, she decided, and she climbed up on top of it, once again raising her tail for Yona. "How about now?"
Yona stepped forward again and hefted herself over Sugar Belle's hindquarters. This time, the head of her cock was aligned nearly perfectly, kissing Sugar Belle's madly winking vulva. A bit of pressure against the tight opening and the Sugar Belle's lips slowly parted, granting entrance to Yona's tool.
Sugar Belle gasped with anticipation as she was slowly impaled on the colossal spear. The pleasure was already more than she could take - her madly winking clit rubbed against the shaft repeatedly, driving her arousal ever higher. The tension inside of her was like a rubber band reaching its breaking point. And it only went deeper.
Large cocks had always been Sugar Belle's weakness. But nopony's cock could even hope to compare to the mammoth that was inside of her. She felt the tip press against her cervi. Ponies often penetrated the cervix during lovemaking, and Sugar Belle wanted nothing more than to feel that with Yona, but the wide head of Yona's shaft was just a little bit too much. She bucked her hips backward against Yona, trying to get just a little bit more.
Yona felt the resistance as Sugar Belle desperately tried forcing her hips back. She glanced down at herself to see three-quarters of her new friend was sunk into her new friend. She withdrew slowly. Though she had only ever been on the receiving end before, she knew what had to be done next, but she had reservations about the mare's durability.
Sugar Belle whined as the full sensation inside of her began fading, and then Yona stopped, with only the tip remaining inside. Sugar Belle looked back at Yona pleadingly.
"Yona not want hurt pony," Yona confessed. "Yak strong. Pony small."
Sugar Belle shook her head. "Yona, I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. I may not look it, but I'm a tough filly. I've been with Big Macintosh for years, and he likes it rough. Don't be afraid of breaking me."
The determination in Sugar Belle's eyes was difficult to argue with. Yona knew this pony was not going to take no for an answer. "Okay." Yona nodded. And then, psyching herself up in typical yak fashion, "Yona SMASH!"
Sugar Belle's scream of delight cut through the autumn air of Sweet Apple Acres as Yona suddenly rammed forward again, battering Sugar Belle's cervix with the full force of Yona's thrust. And without hesitating, Yona pulled out again, slamming forward again. And again. And again.
And she was in heaven. With just a few thrusts, Sugar Belle's pussy was convulsing in orgasmic bliss, finally taking the biggest cock she would ever have in her life. She cried out as her fluids gushed out over Yona's member, providing even more lubrication for the nearly feral rutting she was being given.
The strange sensation of the cock forcing it's way past Sugar Belle's cervix allowed Yona to completely hilt her titanic shaft into her impromptu lover, finally pushing her over the edge she'd been teetering on ever since that blowjob. She continued thrusting a few more times, feeling the muscular ring of Sugar Belle's cervix squeezing tightly on her shaft with each thrust and bringing her to a rapid climax. Then, with one last, deep, thrust, she shouted incoherently as her balls began churning and emptying themselves into Sugar Belle's fertile womb.
"Oh Goddess, yes!" Sugar Belle shouted to the sky above, reveling as warmth filled her core, a white, sticky liquid firing deep within her. "Fill me up! Don't stop!"
Yona tried to do as Sugar Belle asked, wrapping the pony below her in a yak hug and rolling to the side so as not to crush her mate as her legs gave out. The pleasurable thrusting, rubbing, throbbing and pulsing of her unfamiliar attachment had told her everything she needed to know about how Sandbar felt when they made love.
Hearts racing, the two impromptu lovers lay prone on the ground, gasping for air as they came down from the most intense orgasms either of them had experienced. Several minutes passed before they disentangled themselves from eachother.
"Yona happy," she finally said aloud. "Yona like Yona's dick."
"Sugar Belle likes Yona's dick, too," Sugar Belle agreed. "Too bad it will probably fade away."
Yona looked down at her own receding phallus. "Not faded yet."
Sugar Belle smiled. "If it is still around in a couple hours, would you be okay with a round two?"
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