It was a cold and dark winter evening in Ponyville. A cold and bitter wind wormed its way through the huddled buildings—scouring exposed flesh and depositing more ice, snow, and rime upon the already blanketed village. Orange and homely glows emanated from the windows in town, accompanied by chimneys belching their hot and sooty defiance into the dark winter sky. Nestled amongst the townhouses and shuttered stores was a gym, its lobby dark and desolate save for yellow beams of fluorescent light that pierced through the door.
Applejack let out a heavy sigh and raised her hands to the sky in a full-body stretch, breathing in the smell of oxidizing metal, rubber, sweat, and cleaner. She had come here after hours, once she had finished up her housework back at Sweet Apple Acres. Bulk Biceps kept the gym open well into the night—heck, he lived in the building connected to it.
After hours were a little different than what most patrons were used to. Firstly, it was strictly invite-only, and secondly, the gym was clothing optional once the regular patrons were cleaned out. Bulk Biceps was a pegasi traditionalist and believed that athletes ought to work out in the nude; truth be told, though, the trend never really caught on outside of the pegasus diaspora.
Applejack, however, had learned to love it. Working on a farm since she could trot, she had a great deal of exposure to casual nudity due to the simple fact that sweat and fur didn’t play well with clothes in the summer heat. Being naked when you were plowing a field out of necessity was one thing; being naked in a controlled environment where you could relax was simply divine.
She released the breath that she was holding, and relaxed her arms as she finished her final stretch. The gym was quiet, the only two ponies there being herself and Bulk. Sitting up and walking over to a set of dumbells, Applejack took the time to admire herself in the mirror. Indeed, bucking apples in addition to working out had made her into a mountain of a mare. Her entire body was packed firm with muscle, partially concealed by a light layer of chub from Granny Smith’s home cooking (and a few snuck apple pastries from time to time). Each of her tree trunk thighs was wrapped in scarlet stockings that wound tightly around her limbs; her arms similarly covered in arm warmers of the same color. To compliment her ‘outfit’, a black headband with a central red streak hugged her skull just above her brow. The rest of her body was completely bare, letting both her perky breasts and shapely ass hang free in the slightly chilly gym air.
Setting a hand on her wide hips and striking a small pose, Applejack giggled as she watched Bulk emerge from a door in the mirror. He turned, and upon spying Applejack in the mirror, struck a sudden and goofy pose as he flexed his upper body, with his bulging muscles still making the look sexy somehow. Applejack snorted out a laugh, and she backed up and plopped down on the closest bench.
“Didn’t know you’d come tonight, Applejack. Figured that you’d have stayed at the farm, given the weather outside,” Bulk mused as he slowly walked towards the seated mare.
“Ah, it’s nothing. Little snow ain’t no deterrent to an Apple. ‘Sides, ah ate too much apple pie, and ah feel guilty about it,” Applejack replied as she spread her thighs and crossed her hooves as she laid flat on the bench. She then began to lift her torso up as she started doing ab crunches.
“Fair enough. Just glad to have you here, AJ. Always a nice night with you around,” Bulk commented blithely as he strode towards the dumbbell set and grabbed a pair of 100 pounders, working his titular biceps. As he strained in front of the mirror, Applejack took the time to gaze over his figure as she did her crunches.
Bulk Biceps was a hunk of a stallion, his musculature and white coat lending him a similarity to the marble statues that were frequently displayed in Cloudsdale. Her eyes were drawn to his backside, and his thickly muscled rear. Bulk kept his tail short and in a thick knot in a traditional pegasus fashion, leaving nothing to the imagination. Between his cheeks sat a thick and delicious ponut—and between his legs bobbed a massive stallionhood that rivaled Big Mac’s prodigious equipment. In contrast to his stark white fur, the skin of his package was a rich Onyx that seemed to almost gleam in the fluorescent lighting.
Applejack felt a shiver run through her body as her nipples and clit stiffened with each heavy breath she took while crunching. She was taken off-guard by just how quickly she’d been aroused—a testament, she supposed, to just how attractive she found him. She drew in more and more of Bulk Bicep’s scent, the natural musky aroma of a straining stallion. While she hadn’t planned to come to the gym for anything lewd, it had been a while since she had an autumn farmhand ‘plow her fields’ and she was hardly a stranger to Bulk’s private ‘training’. Rising up from her lying position, Applejack ignored the tingle in her folds as she stood up and sauntered over to Bulk who was just finishing his reps.
“Hey girl, couldn’t help but notice you were checking me out pretty hard. Wanna do some ‘cardio’?” Bulk questioned with a wink and a sly grin as he scooped Applejack into a tight hug.
“You betcha, though, wanna have a little fun first?” Applejack teased as she rested her head on one of Bulk’s massive pecs, the muscle deceptively soft as she sunk her muzzle into his fur.
Bulk squeezed Applejack in his arm, and gently rubbed her belly just above her crotch. “Oh, I see, you want to get us both horny to the point where we drop everything and fuck like animals?”
Applejack giggled, a little swooping sensation in her stomach leading her to lightly gyrate her hips around Bulk’s hand, letting his fingers probe all over her hips. “You know me so well, don’t you Bulk?” She asked as her own hand went down to gently rub the rim of Bulk’s massive sheath.
“Would be weird if I didn’t know the mare I dick on a weekly basis. Come on over to the smith machine if you wanna start having fun Applebutt.” Bulk lowered his hand and gently squeezed Applejack’s clit through her horsepussy, the mare letting out a sharp nicker as she jumped.
Bulk laughed and gave her a gentle swat on the behind as he walked over to the machine. As he loaded up the machine with weight and splayed a towel over the bench, he laid flat upon it and Applejack took her cue to walk over and lay on top of the buff pegasus.
With her snout buried in his chest, she could feel the muscle beneath tense to steel-like rigidity as Bulk pressed the 450-pound barbell up, and set it back down. Pressing her body tight against his, she began to grind and gently rub him all over. Her mouth moved over to a nipple, gingerly pinching it between her teeth as her tongue lavished it with praise. She could quickly feel and smell his arousal as his stallionhood slowly began to emerge from its sheath. The ebony pillar stood proud between Applejack’s thighs as it flexed and swelled with blood.
Applejack giggled and slid down his frame just a bit until his hardening length was nestled firmly between her thighs just below where her cheeks ended. Setting her hands on each of his massive drum-like pecs, she began to slowly drag her hips up before dropping them back down again. It scored a primal grunt of appreciation from Bulk as his rod jerked and squeezed out a rope of pre. Despite the bombshell mare teasing his dick, he managed to keep his focus on the barbell and keep lifting.
With each roll of her hips, Applejack’s thighs became increasingly slick and soaked through, all produced by the massive stud beneath her. She could feel his pounding heartbeat through his throbbing pillar. Letting out a soft giggle, she began to hump Bulk, her crotch pressing inwards at the bottom of his abdomen as her vice-like thighs pushed his shaft against her velveteen pussy. As she humped away, she moved her head up towards one of his broad pecs and gently closed her mouth around one of his nipples, gingerly teasing it with her teeth as her tongue rubbed circles around the sensitive flesh.
The weight slammed down, and Bulk let out a heavy snort as he bucked his hips upward, nearly penetrating Applejack in a single thrust.
“Am I getting you close already?” Applejack teased as she gave Bulk a particularly hard roll of her hips, his cock squirting a long stream of pre onto her backside as a consequence.
“No, but it feels amazing. Getting a little bit lightheaded from it actually,” Bulk grunted as he set his arms underneath the bar and began to press once again.
“Oh I imagine, all the blood’s trying to go to your other head~” She stated with a smirk, twisting her hips and grinding her fattening clit against his medial ring.
“Who did you pick that little quip up from? Pinkie?” Bulk joked, setting the weights back down and cusping Applejack’s head in his massive hand.
Applejack smiled and nodded, before releasing her grip on Bulk’s shaft and slowly sliding backward. Making sure to drag her lips across his shaft the entire way, before suddenly jerking forward, causing his shaft to slip past her entrance and his entire body to jerk in response. Just as suddenly as the pleasure came, it disappeared with Applejack standing up off the bench entirely. “That I learned from Pinkie. The quip was mine,” she clarified with a soft laugh, her tail still twitching from the sensation.
Bulk merely narrowed his eyes at Applejack, slowly rising up from the bench and looming over Applejack. He walked forward, slowly, until his cock poked Applejack in the stomach. “I’m gonna go over to the deltoid machine, I think you know what I want~” he said in a low and gravelly tone, waggling his eyebrow at the mare as he did so.
The farmpony set her hand on his massive shaft and gently ran a finger along it as she stared up and into his eyes. “Oh I know, I’m more than happy. You’ve got a manly ass after all. Say, Bulk, is it true what they say about pegasus guards?”
“What do they say about pegasus guards?” Bulk questioned, taken aback by the sudden shift in topic.
“That they’re always carrying two spears?”
“Oh my god Applejack… Shut up,” the pegasus stated as he tried to hide his grin. Giving Applejack a firm swat on her spacious rear as he walked back over to the deltoid machine.
Setting up the weights and taking his position at the bars, he could feel Applejack grab each of his round and muscular cheeks, before spreading them apart to send a warm breath over his puffy ebony ring. To Applejack, the smell down here was intoxicating. Being so close to his sweaty crotch, his pheromone-laden musk was already starting to have an effect on her. She could feel a warmth build in her crotch as rivulets of warm liquid began to drip down her thighs. Opening her mouth, she slowly moved her head forward and kissed the tight and clean ponut of Bulk.
The stallion snorted, gently squeezing Applejack’s muzzle between his cheeks as he adjusted to the sudden change in sensation. All of that tension was quickly erased as Applejack’s tongue began to massage the muscular passage, allowing it to grow looser and his pleasure to flow unabated. With his body relaxed, Bulk began his workout as Applejack worshipped his flank from behind.
But Applejack was not content to just merely rim her strapping stud, not when there were so many other fun things to toy with on him. She slapped one of her hands onto a sweaty cheek, gently kneading and pressing on the firm muscle beneath, while her other hand went to gently massage and rub the massive orbs contained within Bulk’s leathery black pouch. All the while she continued to lick, lap, and pry at his rear entrance with her tongue.
Pressing her muzzle deeper into Bulk’s backside, Applejack removed her hand from his cheeks and began to knead the pegasus’ leathery sack, using her thumbs to press and rub up and into his taint while her fingers danced around the skin. She could feel him tense around her fingers, feel the root of his dick flexed with the action. It gave her an idea, something that she had seen Rarity do once to an escort in Manehattan.
She slipped her tongue in past Bulk’s ring and began to tug on the sensitive muscle from the inside as she began to press a finger up and into his taint, searching for a very specific spot. After a while of probing, she felt a small, button-shaped mass and joyfully pushed at it.
The reaction was immediate, Bulk let out a guttural groan and dropped the weights as his entire body tensed up. Nearly ejecting Applejack from her position as she grabbed onto his flexing thigh with her free arm.
“Aj. I don’t know what you just did, but keep doing it! Holy fuuuck~!” The stallion moaned, drooping himself over the bars of the machine.
Applejack smiled and buried more of her tongue into his entrance until she could feel that nub of flesh her finger was pressing on. Before she began to press down on it, she uncoiled her left arm from his thigh and grasped his cock which was in a much more convenient position after he’d started leaning on the machine. She began to pump it with one arm, as she began to put pressure on his prostate with the others, swirling her tongue around to titillate her partner.
Bulk’s moans were low and gravelly as he gently thrust into Applejack’s curved hand, the pleasure mounting as he spread his legs to give her even easier access. “F-fuck~ I’m getting close, AJ!” He wheezed as a tremor of pleasure ran along his spine, causing him to tighten around Applejack’s tongue as a rope of pre splattered onto the rubber floor below.
Grinning and letting out a snort through her nostrils, Applejack squeezed the base of his shaft hard and pinched his prostate with her finger. The mare fell back as Bulk’s moving hips ejected her from her position, causing her to fall onto her thankfully padded rear as the stud was lost to orgasm. He was silent, save for husky rasps as his hips humped the slightly cool gym air. Rope after rope of pearly white seed being blasted onto the black rubber flooring below. This continued for what seemed like minutes until he finally slumped over for good. Lazily flicking his tail over his backside as spare jizm slowly leaked from the tip of his softening cock.
Applejack wiped the spittle from her mouth, and slowly got back onto her hooves as she walked around to look Bulk in the eye. The stallion’s face was placid and serene as he basked in the afterglow.
“Think you can walk, big guy?” Applejack teased as she leaned against the machine herself. Extending a hand out, she with his straw blonde mane.
“Yeeah, just... holy fuck Aj. Where’d you learn that from?” He questioned, a massive grin forming on his face as hormones continued to flood his system.
“Oh you know, a mare always keeps her secrets~!” Applejack replied with a playful wink, giving him a swift kiss on the nose.
“Heh,” Bulk wheezed as he turned his eyes towards Applejack, staring for a moment before lunging off the equipment and grasping her. “Ain’t complainin’.”
Not expecting such sudden movement out of the stud, Aj yelped as she was suddenly swept off her feet and into Bulk’s embrace. The stallion pressed her close to his defined pecs, thick and powerfully-muscled arms grinding against her sweaty back and the underside of her legs. She could feel his grip hold her steadily in place—but AJ’s heart was still fluttering as she was held aloft. She raised her arm, hand gripping Bulk’s shoulder as he shifted her in his grasp to be as level—and thus, as comfortable—as he could make her.
“What’s the plan now, big guy?” Applejack moaned breathily. Bulk chuckled, a half-smirk crossing his muzzle. He briskly carried AJ across the room, reaching the ab machine in but a few strides.
Setting her down on the machine’s seat quickly and carefully, Bulk stuck his tongue a little out of his muzzle. His gaze flitted up and down Applejack’s form—and in less than a moment, he’d grasped the inside of each of her thighs, digging his fingers firmly into the mare’s muscular legs, spreading them wide.
“W-Whoah, nelly!” Applejack half-yelped as she felt her already racing heart leap a bit in her chest. Bulk’s muzzle had been pressed right to her dripping crotch, the breadth of his snout pressing right above her mound as his tongue was to her slit. He kept it there for a second, savoring the heat from her body and the gentle twitch and tremble of her lips—before pulling himself back ever-so-slightly, running his tongue up AJ’s pussy. He did this one, twice, three times—and then began to flick his tongue right against the mare’s plump clit.
Applejack closed one of her eyes as her breathing turned to shallow, quick panting. Warmth flared in her belly with each lap of her clit along with an electric tingle that drove her to gently squeeze Bulk’s head between her thighs. Bulk let out an appreciative groan, curling the tip of his broad tongue against AJ’s clit.
“Hoo boy,” Applejack huffed, shifting her ass on the ab machine chair. As she did, she shifted her hips up and pressed her marehood against Bulk’s eager muzzle. She squeezed her thighs tighter, Bulk’s groan of pleasure muffled by her muff. Curling her left leg up and around her partner’s shoulder, Applejack pressed her thigh and calf flush against Bulk’s back—careful to keep her foot from brushing his wing.
Bulk puckered his lips, forming a tight seal on AJ’s throbbing slit. He felt her button wink against the soft inside of his lips, and he had to do his best not to smile lest he lose the grip his mouth had on her clit. Applejack’s pants were audible now, the mare squirming in her chair as he tried to get into a ‘comfortable position that did not and would not exist. Her pants were soon replaced with soft moans as the muscles in her core tightened and she found it harder and harder to scoot around in the broad seat of the abductor machine.
Then, Bulk began to gently nibble on her engorged pink bud. The wind left her lungs as an electric tingle in her spine rendered her inert. She could scarcely do anything but sit and let the waves of overwhelming pleasure run through her body. Bulk had barely started working on her, but Applejack could already feel herself drawing close to the precipice of orgasm. Her hoof tensed against Bulk’s muscular back, grinding it against his sweat-slicked coat. She reached a hand shakily to his head, resting it on the back of his skull, and holding him in place.
Applejack’s breaths were hot and heavy as each rasp of Bulk’s tongue radiated warmth and electricity through her crotch and into her belly. She could no longer hold still, her hands grasping down onto his mane and neck as her entire body squirmed under the deluge of pleasure. Bulk did not slow his licking down however, even as she whinnied her pleasure to the world and clamped down on his head in orgasm. The mare could scarcely breath nor think as waves of pleasure cascaded throughout her whole body, making her squirm blindly until her nerves finally overloaded and caused her to flop into the chair a sweaty and quivering heap of muscle.
Pulling his head away from her thighs, Bulk wiped his muzzle with his forearm and got up to lean against the metal weight housing as he caught his own breath. Maresap coated his muzzle, and he could barely smell anything save for Applejack’s cloying arousal. “Hey, you need any help getting up?”
The farmpony slowly nodded, and extended an arm out to her bodybuilding fuckbuddy. “Yeah, can’t feel mah hooves after all that.”
Bulk leaned forward and grasped Applejack’s hand, and pulled the mare up and onto her hooves without the slightest sign of strain. Though, he did stagger slighty as the farmpony staggered and fell against him. She wrapped her arms tight around his barrel chest and held herself upright as feeling returned to her legs, and balance to her head.
Riding high off her recent orgasm, Applejack slowly meandered and flopped backward onto the nearest exercise bench wide enough to properly lay down on. She breathed heavily as sweat dripped down from her headband and into the crook of her muzzle, not even the absorbent fabric could contain the heat of their passion.
She spread her legs wide and reclined into the bench, beckoning over Bulk with a curl of her finger. Her other hand occupied itself with gently kneading her sopping folds, the digits sinking into her depths before sliding over her engorged clit before pulling away to lick at her own maresap-coated fingers.
Before she could even say a word, Bulk was flush against her. His nostrils flared, cock slapped down against AJ’s abs. The two stared at each other intently, the lust in their eyes a near-tangible force connecting the two ponies and drawing them together. The stallion set a hand down on one of Applejack’s heavy breasts as he reared his hips back, dragging his cock across her abdomen before slowly pressing forward. Driving his massive scepter slowly but steadily into Applejack’s sweltering depths.
“F-fu-huccck~” Applejack hissed as grasped the bench below her with both hands, nails digging into the vinyl siding of the bench. Bulk was absolutely massive, and with him hilted fully in her Applejack could have sworn he was poking her innards with that obsidian pillar of his. “Horseapples, I’m tight,” she muttered to herself. Not that Bulk needed to be told that, he more than likely was feeling it right now. A breathy giggle (giggle? did she do that now? Fuck, Bulk made her light-headed~) “One of the many benefits of our regular workout, ain’t it?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take it slow. Let you get adjusted first,” Bulk reassured her, setting a massive hand down upon Applejack’s belly and kneading the tensed muscle beneath as he pulled his hips back slow—agonizingly slow—before pushing himself right back in, stopping just short of kissing her cervix with his flared tip.
“Harder~” Applejack purred, draping her knees over Bulk’s forearms as she spread herself even wider for him, scooting her butt closer to the edge of the bench so he wouldn’t have to worry about hitting the equipment while they were having their fun.
Bulk gave the farmpony a sultry grin, before grasping her thighs tight as his thrusts suddenly ramped up in speed. He was now properly fucking her—a content grunt escaping him as he felt Applejack’s marehood clamp down on his length in a futile effort to hold him inside of her. With each roll of his hips, he could feel her fat and engorged clit strain against his shaft, winking fervently—the sensation of which was quickly driving Applejack deep into an erogenous morass that her mind would not return from any time soon.
Taking a bit of initiative, Applejack yanked her shapely thighs away from Bulk’s grip and set them on either side of his hip, before hooking her calves behind him. There was quite literally no pulling out nowApplejack could down trees with her apple-bucking thighs; not even Bulk’s immense strength could compete with that raw Earth Pony power.
“Oh, I see what you want~” Bulk teased as he leaned forward, setting a hand on the bench as the other went to one of Applejack’s firm breasts, pinching a nipple in between his thumb and index finger. “You want to be an Apple Cream Pie?”
“Mah goodness Bulk, that was just plum awful,” Applejack said with significant strain, her chest tightening as pinpricks of pleasure in her chest radiated downwards towards the growing warmth in her belly. She was trying her best to breathe deep—that would help keep her muscles from cramping and relax her body in general for maximum comfort and pleasure—but damn, it was hard.
“Hey, I learned from the best~” Bulk teased as he moved his other hand to pinch Applejack’s free nipple in a similar fashion. The sensation caused a spike of pleasure to roll through her, the mare letting out a deep and guttural moan as she clamped down around his shaft like a vice.
“True, guess I’ve told you enough terrible puns for you to start makin’ your own, heh.” Applejack chuckled out-of-breath, squeezing Bulk’s firm glutes with her calves to speed up his thrusts. The sound of the two’s primal mating was now filling the entire gym, echoing around the empty equipment with each collision of their chiseled hips. Bulk’s virile stallionhood was absolutely slamming into Applejack’s apple pie.
Bulk took his hands away from Applejack’s breasts and pulled her into a tight embrace. His lips met hers. Locked together, the two rubbed and pressed into each other’s bodies, wrestling with one another’s tongue as they became willingly lost within each other.
The two pulled away, their need for fresh air temporarily overwhelming their feral, downright instinctive urge to press their bodies ever closer together. Applejack let out a sharp whinny and unhooked her thighs from Bulk’s wait. She dug her hooves into the rubber mat of the gymnasium, and in a swift motion swapped her place on the bench with Bulk. Now the tables were turned, and Applejack was seated atop the alabaster stallion’s shaft.
“Sorry, jus’ gettin’ bored not doing anything, legs were gettin’ tight.” Applejack mumbled through a mouthful of stray mane and a blush redder than a gala apple. The mare began to bounce up and down on Bulks shaft, the stallion aiding in her ascent by thrusting upwards as she fell down. The heavy impacts of their meeting flesh echoed throughout the gym, the intensity of the sound a mere shadow compared to the pleasure now echoing inside their own heads.
“Oh you don’t need to apologize at all! I’m more than okay with this,” Bulk all but growled as he leaned forward and latched his mouth around one of Applejack’s puffy nipples, grinding his coarse tongue into the sensitive flesh and watching with glee as her chest shuddered with the motion.
Applejack continued to bounce upon the ebony pillar lodged deep within her, the erotic pheromone-enriched haze that hung over her head was suffocatingly thick, she needed release and she needed Bulk to release inside her as well. The warmth growing in her core was becoming almost unbearable now, with each little bump and grind of their hips sending a jolt of electricity through her body that threatened to ignite her at any moment. Bulk was in a similar situation as well, his shaft flexing wildly as his gaze furrowed and his hands grasped her hips tightly.
Taking control of the situation again, Bulk held Applejack steady mid bounce and began to rapidly jackhammer his shaft up and into her marepussy, the farmpony letting out a loud and braying neigh as orgasm crashed over her entire body. She locked up as though she were made out of solid steel, every muscle in her body tense as wave after wave of mind-melting sensation radiated throughout her entire body. She could not speak, she could not breathe, and she couldn’t be any happier than in that exact moment.
Bulk grunted and snorted as he continued to hammer into Applejack’s spasming horsecunt, before letting out a savage growl. He simply couldn’t take any more—couldn’t hold himself back any longer.
His balls tightened in their sack, drawing close to his body, and a pressure built in his shaft. Each passing second brought the pressure exponentially closer to its limit, and then—
He could not contain it. Bulk felt his mind go blanksave for the impulse to bury himself as deeply inside Applejack as possible. Powerful contractions ran through the length of his cock, his pelvic muscles spasming as rope after rope of pearly white seed was blasted against the dense inner wall of Aj’s depths.
AJ made a noise halfway between a moan and a growl, the sensation of Bulk unloading his thick, hot spunk into her sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body. His cock spasms and flexed within her, her powerfully-muscled inner walls gripping the stallion’s rod near with a mind all their own. Her fingers tensed against Bulk’s muscles, her back arching yet again as the wave of her climax rolled through her. She felt a deep, intense warmth within her gut—and it wasn’t just from Bulk’s ever-growing amount of seed.
Bulk was thrusting with small but powerfully-intoned bucks of his hips. Though the climax of his orgasm had passed, he was still riding the whitewash of the afterglow. Being endowed as he was, and with the amount of cum he’d shot forth, his cock was still jetting out the final (much more watery, but thick enough still) ropes of his seed. His length tingled with sensitivity, the warmth, and slickness of Applejack’s insides coupled with the warmth and slickness of his load almost too much to bear.
The two clung to one another for what felt like an eternity, enraptured in their own orgasms before the surge of hormones and nerve impulses had run their course and brought them hurtling back to reality. Applejack collapsed atop a limp and nearly unresponsive Bulk Biceps as the two breathed heavily in a sweaty and fluid-slicked pile on the bench. They simply stared at one another, words being a bit beyond their reach at the moment as they tried to process just how hard the two had cum.
“That was… that was good,” Bulk finally wheezed after a few more awkward moments of silence. His arms fell off Applejack’s back to hang limply at his sides.
“Good? Whoa nelly, you want to talk about an understatement? Bulk, I still can’t feel my legs!” Applejack giggled, flopping her head back down onto his chest after lifting it to talk clearly.
“That’s how you know we did it right!” Bulk said with a breathless chuckle. He sighed a satisfied, exhausted sigh, his little wings twitching and fluttering ever-so-slightly. A muscle spasm or two rolled about both partners’ bodies. The scent of their lovemaking—equal parts sweat, cum, and equine musk—hung heavy in the air. It created a tantalizing accentuation to the afterglow,
“Ah, I absolutely love doin’ this with you,” Applejack panted, squeezing Bulk with her legs playfully. “Best part of these gym visits~ Heck, the best part of my week.”
Bulk smiled down at AJ, gliding his hand up her body with surprising softness and grace. “You wanna head back to my place once we catch our breath? Get hydrated, shower off, see where that takes us...”
Applejack nodded, her head light and her expression elated. “Reckon there’s nothin’ Ah’d like to do better,” she breathed, her tongue dancing lightly across her lips as she inhaled deeply through her nose, basking in the fragrance of their fucking.
Berry Punch mumbled to herself as she repeatedly failed to stick the key in, her hands quickly becoming numb in the cold wind once removed from the safety of her coat pockets. Finally, with one fateful thrust, she managed to sink the key in, and with a quick turn and a shove, she was out of the cold. Taking a moment to let the (mostly) heated air wash over her, she threw her pack in the corner of the Janitor’s office and exited through the door into the gym proper.
Upon entering, she was immediately blasted with the funk of sweat and sex directly into her nose. In front of her were Applejack and Bulk fucking like springtime rabbits, with Applejack somehow being suspended from a machine using resistance bands. They were turned away and far too busy doing the deed to notice the door opening behind them.
“I fucking hate my job,” Berry mumbled as she quietly closed the door and collapsed into her desk chair. Pulling her pack out of the corner, she unearthed a bottle of Blue Ribbon Brew and unceremoniously popped the top off by smacking it on the corner of her desk with practiced precision. Sighing in disgust, she took a deep swig of the brew and trudged over to the mop cart; she’d be needing it.
