Such Lovely Dreams

“How’d you sleep?” she asked Twilight the next day over lunch. Cucumber sandwiches and tea, a little lighter than she wanted in this brisk late fall weather, but she figured Twilight wasn’t happy with the scale.

The younger mare was on her third, making Cadence think the feeling was mutual. She was glowing, but that might just be from the contrast to the day prior. Now, Twilight was in a sweater of her own, with jeans, jeans! A princess in denim! It made Cadence love her even more, though she wouldn’t trade her blue plaid skirt and white long sleeved top tucked into the former. “Great, actually. Your, um, sleep aid did wonders,” she chuckled, ears flopping down oh so cutely. Cadence sipped her warm earl grey tea, perfect for the fall chill as they sat on the balcony overlooking little Ponyville.

The clouds were flirting with overcast but not committing just yet, and though the breeze was biting, it wasn’t so bad in the lee of the towering crystal castle. “I’m glad to hear it. So, what’s the plan tonight, princess?”

“Cadence, stop that! I’ve told you a thousand times, just Twilight. Even Twi!” The pink pony just giggled and watched sandwich number four begin to disappear. “Canterlot. We need to move there sooner or later, and it doesn’t NEED to happen today, I mean, I’m not ready to move or anything.” Cadence could almost feel the tug of magic on her ear when she spoke with her mouth full in front of Celestia. She let her little sister in law slob away, she’d learn her etiquette in time. Probably. “I know you don’t want to move, so let’s just forget that for now. Just promise me you’ll consider it.”

“Shining and I are a pair. We don’t rule the Crystal Empire solo, but-” she held up a hand and waved it off. “That’s not pressing, I agree.”

“Good. Tonight,” Twilight gulped a swig of tea, oh don’t you DARE slurp- “Applejack needs our help. I hit the pillow and morning was here after I blinked, oh it was so nice to actually sleep for once. She’s having, uh, similar issues. She keeps having variations on the same theme, though she doesn’t enjoy divulging the details.”

“Understandable. I wouldn’t want to relive the trauma by retelling it any more than I needed to.”

“And she won’t need to, we’ll be there.”

Cadence set down her empty cup. “We? I thought I was the new dream princess, Twilight.”

She looked deflated. “But, it was us last time, I thought you’d enjoy another team up.”

It took effort not to put on a face. “I don’t know how to say this, Twilight, but that was all me. You were a little tied up.”

She sighed and laid back in her chair. “I know, I just… I’m a virgin. Besides the dreams, nightmares. I wanted, tooooo pff…. This sounds bad. But I kinda wanted to watch again,” she giggled. “Is that messed up?”

“Ah, well, maybe a little, but I won’t shame you. Do you really want to be there? I know AJ is your friend, but sometimes, seeing your friends in those situations, it’s not pretty.”

Twilight stood and leaned on the railing, making Cadence follow, arms wrapped around her middle to shield herself from the biting chill. “Maybe it’s for the best, it’s your field of expertise, after all, Cadence.” She leaned her head down and Cadence was there for her to rest on, their horns touching. Cadence rubbed her back, sighing out, looking over the twisting dirt roads, new houses under construction on every block.

Cadence nuzzled into her taller co-princess’ shoulder. “Town’s really growing, huh?”

“Ponies think this is the new capitol after Celestia and Luna retired. Mayor Mare almost got lynched after installing parking meters downtown,” she sniggered. “I get more petitions about dog parks and zoning permits than I have BOOKS!”

Cadence chuckled, though she could relate, she couldn’t say it interested her much. “What do you know about AJ’s dreams, Twi?”

The taller mare pushed off and went back inside, much to Cadence’s joy. She scurried inside, tugging her socks higher. “It’s always about disappointing others, you know how much of a workhorse she is. Friends and acquaintances, always, whatever is behind the dreams, that woman’s voice, she either knows lots of ponies, or more likely, is tapping into the psyche and memory of us. Rainbow Dash said something similar, but one thing at a time. Given the nature of the nightmares, a joint venture like with Luna and the Tantabus seems like a bad idea. If the other girls saw what could have happened, I… besides, you’re just one mare, it’s not like you coulda taken the Elk, AJ’s ra… tormentors, Rainbow’s, Fluttershy’s…”

Cadence’s hot mind went right to a sticky basement sex dungeon, circled by mister Elk and dozens of stallions, her tail twitched on it’s own. Just think of all those, oh no, not now- “One thing at a time,” she echoed, smiling, face on fire, ignoring her voice cracking. She shook at the hips, the thoughts were SO tempting. She realized she was being led into a small room up a flight of stairs, a dark blue furnished study of sorts. Books and notes piled onto an old writing desk, surely older than the new castle, with pillows and a sofa along one wall opposed by a small bookshelf. It hardly seemed like light reading, references and spell books and manuals of the arcane, though the bottom shelf was sparsely populated with “smut?” she asked, turning over a thin paperback novel.

Twilight took the book from Cadence’s hand, magic closing the door. “Yes. Erotic novels, guilty pleasure,” she flipped her wrist and rolled her eyes. “It paints a picture of what some authors think is inside some ponies. Fantasies of lust and love, most are pretty cheesy, but it’s still worthwhile. These are, I’d say about half are useless masturbation fantasies, and the rest are, too, with some more depth to the themes Here,” she said, magically replacing something with an open shirted white stallion astride a motorcycle with a novel featuring a symbol that struck fear into Cadence: an alicorn with sharp angular wings.

“Sombra’s symbol?” she asked, “The Eye of the Needle?”

“Historical fiction, fun light read, though it does talk briefly about rape. The main character is a villain, unicorn in Sombra’s fascist regime, a spy and assassin, the needle is a dagger, a play on a translation if I recall correctly. Fascinating, really, he’s this sly, smooth talking stud, althrough the sex isn’t very graphic, I first saw it on the shelf in the School of Gifted Unicorns, I wasn’t even fifteen!” she giggled. “It’s not actually erotic, there’s a fun adventure in there, anyway. What’s more sexy than a dangerous stallion?” Twilight asked, clearly not seeking an answer. “I’ve read it a few times, probably why whoever is behind this had dangerous, mysterious males assault me, at least partially. She attacked knowing my weakness, or so I hypothesize.”

“Huh! You don’t say… mind if I borrow it?” Cadence asked, eyeing the blurb on the back.

Twilight nodded enthusiastically. “Uh huh! That author is a huge perv, I swear, every one of his novels is saucy, even the nine-hundred page novel about ancient Equestrian cathedrals- and I’ll stop before I gush about my favorite novels. We’re here to talk about Applejack, you’ll be heading to her farm tonight.”

“And what if I’m busy?” Cadence asked, immediately wishing she could have changed her bitchy tone.

Twilight sat her butt on the edge of the desk, looking hurt. “Oh, I’m sorry, I just thought, since you helped me yesterday you would have-”

“No, I’m sorry, I just… I had plans, but it was nothing special. Shining will understand, I’ll get a sitter. Really-”

“Don’t sweat it. I’ll babysit. It was rude of me to assume, but, can I count on you every night this week? If you can handle it. I want to find whoever’s behind this, and you’re the best mare for this, Cadence.”

The pink princess hugged her sister in law tight, smooching her cheek. “Of course, Twilight. I’ll have to postpone a meeting, but it’s nothing compared to this, really.” She rubbed her back, so warm, their chests pressing together. She broke away and sat heavily on the sofa. “So, tell me everything. About AJ, not this spy guy.”

***

“Howdy!” Right away, Cadence could see that AJ’s tree was pruned of a few branches. The tall, sturdy, bottom heavy mare was slouching, her apron was soaked. The cool air was ripe with something that reeked of sweet alcohol. That much made sense, as she was plucking up pieces of splintered wood in her cider basement, it was plain to see that she had dropped a barrel, probably a few hundred bits of product was now making mud on the cobblestone floor. Her long mane was messy, hat nowhere to be found.

Cadence lent a hand by magically picking up the largest chunks and setting them in the pile the girl was making. “Long day at work?” she asked, shrugging off her winter shell coat.

Applejack sighed and leaned on a mop handle. “You don’t know the half of it. Haven’t got a wink-”

“-of sleep in days? Twilight filled me in.” Cadence frowned at how deep Applejack blushed, ears falling back, pretty green eyes looking away. “Though don’t worry, I don’t know the details.”

“Where’s Princess Luna?” she asked. “I figured it was more her barn and all.” She turned to her work, splashing the mop in a bucket of sudsy water, wringing it on the bucket’s wringer-thingy, and soaking up the booze.

Cadence tiphoofed closer, eyes on the puddle, at least pretending to be shoulder to shoulder with her. She scanned the room and found a rag, magically trying to help, though she felt like she was more in the way. “I wasn’t supposed to say, but Celestia and Luna can’t be reached. They’re in a bit of a magic dead zone so we can’t get letters to them, and couriers won’t be back for some time.” She omitted the part that winged messengers weren’t guaranteed to find the duo for days, or weeks, if they were unlucky. “But don’t worry. I helped Twilight with her problem. She had, I’ll assume, similar issues. Bad dreams.”

“Bad don’t even begin,” AJ shuddered.

Cadence lifted a hand to touch her, but she just didn’t feel like that would be best. Twilight and her were as close as close could be. Stories about first kisses, how to talk to colts, she was sure Twilight learned about the birds and the bees from her rather than her parents. AJ probably wouldn’t appreciate a caring hand on her shoulder quite as much. “Well, if it’s about sex-”

AJ flinched, then went back to work. “I’m your mare! Right?” she smiled, feeling nothing but awkward. She dropped the rag in the mop bucket and leaned on a pole, sighing out. “So it is about sex. Look, I want to help, and I can. Twilight was having horrible dreams, all sorts of scary creatures were having their way with her, and last night, I entered her dream and we stopped it. I stopped it. We think there’s someone or something behind it, a woman, she entered the dreams of the assaulters and made them do… do that. We’re trying to find out what’s going on and put an end to it.”

“Well I don’t need help,” Applejack said sharply, stabbing her broom into the bucket so hard it splashed both of them. “I don’t. I just need to get through it, ain’t nothin but a bad dream.”

“But it is, AJ!” Cadence pleaded, wiping her face, so much for mascara today. “Remember when Luna entered your dreams? It was hard, but together you helped her get rid of her guilt. This isn’t just a manifestation of some dark feelings, it’s an attack. Whoever’s behind this knows you and it won’t stop until-”

“Fine! Fine. Fine, we’ll do whatever, just shut up,” Applejack hissed, pushing the cider around more than soaking it up, running the old mop’s strands ragged on the hard stone. “Just lemme clean this up and we’ll talk all about it. Oh I don’t even wanna think about it, but I’m so damn tired.”

AJ choked, sniffed, gulped, and went on working. “Applebloom or Granny will get you somethin warm to eat, I’ll be right up, princess.”

She turned to leave and stopped at the cellar stairs, seeing her strong earth pony shoulders heaving, hiding her sobbing. “Thank you, AJ. We’ll get to the bottom of this.”

She had insisted, but Granny Smith had insisted harder. So she sat by the fire, sipping a mug of hot cider, just as good as she remembered however many falls ago visiting Twilight. There was a line to the town, she remembered, and Applejack and the family had insisted then, too, that they wait in line. It was an awful experience turned a joy with Twilight’s company. Endless stories and jokes had made the hours in line fly by.

Now, she was glad to hear, and hear, and hear some more, from the old mare that they had streamlined things since those days. “Competition ain’t a bad thing,” Granny had said for what felt like the third time. “We got our act together after that fall, and lemme tell ya, I’m sure glad we did! Hired some’a the school fillies to help serve it up and we got a few cousins to help mash the apples, saved a whole QUARTER of apples that we usually sell whole or in pies, pastries, cakes, strudels, crumbles, pies-”

“Granny, you already said pies. And you already told the princess about this all. Twice, now!”

“Did I?” she said, tapping her chin, rocking in her chair. She waved her hand at little Applebloom and went back to talking. “Well, I guess I just mean it twice, then.”

“So you’re really gonna help AJ, princess?”

She finished her mug, it was too good not to gulp. “Of course, Applebloom. And please, call me Cand-” she burped to cover the flub. “Cadence. Compliments to the chef!”

The teen and the old mare both laughed and she knew she was in good company. “Since Luna and Celestia are on vacation, sort of retired, actually, I’m picking up the slack. Twilight taught me the spell to walk in dreams, like w-”

“Like with the tannebus!”

“Exactly,” she laughed. “I just hope Applejack didn’t fall asleep in the cider cellar mopping up the mess.”

“Dang shame, an entire barrel wasted, that might be the difference between turnin over the south orchard with new baskets or usin the old busted ones. We’ll be fine either way,” Granny warbled. “Ain’t no use crying over spilled cider, huh, little’un?”

Little wasn’t the word anymore. Applebloom was tall as Applejack at sixteen, now, and an early bloomer. Cadence knew she’d break a hundred hearts before she graduated, plucky little farm filly like her. “Mmhm. I’ll go and check on her.”

That was probably for the best. She didn’t wear a watch today, and the grandfather clock was in the hall out of her view, so Cadence only had a guess that it was about an hour and a half since she had come up from the cellar. Plenty warm from the first, she didn’t want to try and refuse a second mug. That stuff was one, drinkable sugar, and she couldn’t bear the thought of putting on another pound, and two, pretty strong. She already felt warm, and not just thinking about taking mister Elk again. She really wanted to pester Twilight about him, and find out where he might be living.

In a moment, Applejack was shuffling into the living room. “Well?” she burped, then mopped her wrist across her muzzle. “No time like the present, princess. Shall we?” Her tone was sharp, her speech a little slurred. Cadence hoped her drinking wouldn’t affect the spell, though she couldn’t see why it would.

Upstairs, Applejack wasn’t shy when she stripped to her pajamas and laid in bed, groaning and pulling the covers over herself as she laid on her side facing away. She still had it, back sculpted, ass huge, yet firm and tight, with thighs fit to crush watermelons two at a time. Cadence caught herself staring only after those soft sweatpants were on their way up. “Don’t worry, we’ll get through this.”

“Let’s getter over with,” the farmgirl sighed, curling up in a ball. Cadence took a sip of water, cool, non-alcoholic water, and sat tall in her chair at the foot of the bed. Her horn glowed that white-pink along her spiral and she reached out with effort. The spell was more difficult than last time, but she knew why. In seconds, Cadence was walking along the dream bridge, orange surprisingly not clashing with the pink. She stepped off the end and didn’t scream this time.

Her hooves were covered in boots tonight, cute cowgirl ones, keeping her ankles out of the snow. She saw her breath, glad she was wearing a matching cute winter coat and mittens, an adorable white stetson with pink trim atop her horned head. Denim hugged her motherly hips and kept her snug canvas and sequined blouse tucked in tight over her big, perky tits.

Ahead was a barn atop a gentle pure white slope, surely on the farm. Yellow lamp light spilled from the windows and under the tall doors. She took a breath and readied herself, then marched uphill to the structure.

She could smell booze and sweat at the tall door, her tail flicking, her nostrils twitching. “Hey, mister,” she sighed to herself, smiling, pushing the door open, standing tall.

Cadence immediately shrank into herself. There wasn’t just one big bad Elk stud, there was an army of stallions, nude as the day they were born save a handful of ten gallon hats, all swinging and laughing, gathered around one end of the barn. A quick guess said there were at least twenty, all red and brown and other earthy tones. Not one looked up to see her.

She gulped hard and took a deep salty breath, coughing softly. “Howdy!” she bellowed out, the word tasted funny in her mouth. She cocked her hip and put her fist there, grinning cocky as she could. “Am I late to the party?”

Every eye fell on her in sudden and dead silence, on her tall, curvy body.

Then all at once, every stallion cheered, some raised their hats, somehow just wearing them alone made them seem more naked. “Git on over here!”

“I was gettin bored waiting anyway!”

“She ain’t from round here, huh?”

She let her arm get grabbed and hauled into the huddle. She was agape at what she saw center “stage”: Applejack laid nude on her back with her wrists tied to her ankles, ass open for any and all, laying on a blanket over a hay bale. Her mouth was stuffed with a red rubber ball gag. Cadence let her body be groped and tugged left and right as she reached out with her horn, trying to take the gag out of AJ's mouth, but her spell was dissolved when something wet was dumped on her head. The spice of cinnamon and the stink of alcohol told her it was nothing less than the hard cider, and though only a drip got in her lips, she felt loose and messy, like she had drunk three whole mugs. “Oh, shit,” she sighed, shrugging and letting her sticky shirt get tossed aside. The boys were all laughing and touching her. She smiled as one cupped her pussy and lifted, making her hooves hover an inch above the loose straw floor for a long moment. Firm, thick fingers with hard calluses, oh yes, this’ll do I reckon, she giggled inwardly.

She was thrown and landed on top of Applejack, their bare breasts sticking together with sweat and booze. She pushed off and looked into those watery green eyes. “Don’t worry. I’m a professional.” She smiled down, then flicked her wet hair out of her face. She stood and remained bent over, kicking off her boots and peeling down her jeans. She giggled at their shouting and laughing, letting them pry her cheeks open and see her winking wet pussy. Cadence stood as one slid a finger inside, she was soaked, must be the smell, the booze, everything. Cocks slapped her thighs and hips.

“Woah!” Cadence fell forward again when shoved right between her unfurled wings, breathing hard over Applejack’s neck, hugging her as she felt a stallion rub his cock along her slit. Compared to the elk, this was going to be easy! He pushed in, sawing back after a bite of friction. There wasn’t another, her wet pussy was enough to soak his thick earth pony cock. Cadence pushed off, though she knew she wasn’t going to have the strength to keep a pushup position forever. She looked back and saw a stallion with a, ugh, mustache, sliding all the way inside. “Aaaah!” she squeaked, smiling and holding his hand that laid on her waist, her ring glinting in the lantern light. She closed her eyes and focussed on his flare kissing her womb. They weren’t Elks, or was the plural Elk? But these stallions weren’t small! She winced, pussy slowly getting accustomed to his rough rhythm. She took a deep breath, only to find something salty and smelly on her muzzle. She opened her eyes, face bisected by a veiny monster weighing heavy on her head, pouring slimy precum in her bangs. She looked up and kissed his hot balls, moaning and cupping them with a dainty little hand. She juggled those spheres and got licking, her other hand ripped away from her hip to wrap around another shaft, some of her silky hair tangled in her fingers. She didn’t fight it, though she did have to lay on Applejack for support, her huge breasts squashed against AJ’s modest and perky freckled pair.

She tugged and slurped and kissed, moving to the other stud to wet his salty cock. They were filthy working stallions and fucking tasted like it, it made her gag often. She huffed and coughed and got to sucking number two, throating him without much trouble- easy mode after what’s-his-antlers. She looked up past a tummy that was too big to be sexy. She shoved off and went back to the other, glad to see some abs on him. No names, no kissing, just raw, hot, messy sex. How was this a bad thing?!

She smiled and looked back at the stud in her pussy tensing up. “Mmm, good boy~!” she purred, rubbing her winking clit as he pulled out, cream leaking out of her slit.

“Get that blonde bitch to lick her clean!” someone shouted, and before she knew it, her ass was hoisted up and laid on AJ’s face. She pushed off with her strong legs, but there was no fighting all of them. She grunted and frowned at them. She wished they would all take turns pouring their seed inside without stopping, she was so in heat she just wanted to breed, but-

But this was HER dream! Cadence laid on the smug and let loose. “Boys, you really don’t wanna knock me up? Come on, now, don’t stop pounding this pussy ‘til you’re ALL spent!” she shouted, rubbing her clit and laying on Applejack’s chest. It wasn’t comfortable for either of them. That got them nodding and gave her a chance to climb off. It was too late, there was a puddle of slimy white cream on AJ’s muzzle, she was jealous she couldn’t smell cum constantly. But this wasn’t about her, Cadence reminded herself, putting her body on Applejack’s again, making their pussy’s lay on one another.

She regretted it immediately, seeing Applejack’s face tense up as the next stud decided to take her instead of Cadence. “Wait! Not her, idiot, me!”

“You must be a city girl, you talk too much.” Cadence tried to shout again, but a greasy hand groped her face and squeezed hard, making her lips open enough for a fresh shaft to push into her mouth. She shouted, muffled by dick, only vibrating the cock that jabbed at her throat. She sat back, falling on the stud’s cock that was threatening to spear Applejack, and arched her back. He did as she wanted and filled her slightly sore pussy, making her wince and gag hard, coughing on the shaft shoved down her throat. Applejack almost took him, but that fat dick was pushing up that pink-lipped princess pony pussy, now.

Cadence rocked back and forth, recoil launching her forward to throat the stallion straddling Applejack and back onto the brute trying to bruise her womb. The apple pony had a great view of his swingers, she figured.

Candy was in heaven. She looked up at the bastard yanking on her horn, whimpering, cupping the slop dropping from her chin to mop it into the skin of his sack. She closed her eyes and sang, shouting her raw gags as her ass clapped against the other stranger’s hips. He was finished in seconds, followed by the beefy shaft pounding her neck.

Despite her proud cocksucking pedigee, she couldn’t keep it down, and she lurched, spitting his load all over that cock, nose on fire with sloppy spitty sperm stinging her sinuses. She coughed and sucked down desperate breaths, letting her smiling face get mopped with his glazed cock. Cadence slurped his beef stick clean like a good girl. “Next!” she choked, giggling as two more plugged her front and back, somehow thicker than the last. She pushed on this new stallion’s hips, but it wasn’t much use. He wasn’t a prissy unicorn or a lanky pegasus, this was a true plow horse plowing her face. Her neck bulged more on him, fingers feeling the distention of her throat, finding she was wearing a tiny leather choker. She wished it wasn’t there, it was making this way harder than it should be! She fiddled with it with her fingers, horn useless in this asshole’s fist. Her hands were yanked away, hauled back by her cunt’s defiler. She rocked back and forth uselessly, unable to resist or even ride along, legs trembling, nearly out of strength.

She gave in before they did, falling to lay completely on AJ, legs on fire like her lungs. She coughed and spat, the stallion in her mouth pulled back and stroked his flared cock, his cumslit on her upper lip. She stared daggers at him and caught a needed breath. “Fucking do it!” she snarled, smiling. “Paint my fucking FACE!” She flinched when he roared and pumped a raw rope right up her nose, oh fuck it BURNED! She didn’t shy away, black mascara tears rolling down her cheeks as he glued both her eyes, soaking her forehead in boiling hot cum. Cadence shook and squirted all over the jerk spewing his rich cream in her womb, yes, more! She huffed, snorting and swallowing, shaking as the snot and cum drained down the back of her throat to the cheers of every stallion. Four down. It was four, right?

There wouldn’t be a break. She rolled onto her side, arm under AJ’s head, legs in the air, ass on AJ’s lap. Cadence licked her lips and looked up through the cum dangling from her loaded eyelashes, eyes stinging, she didn’t care. She was a bitch in heat, ready for more. “Come on, fuck me already!”

“Damn, did you invite the freak?” she heard. She resisted a glance at Applejack, her heart couldn’t take that. She could, however, go for fifths. Another broad shouldered stallion tipped his stetson back and squared up, pulling her hips down to the edge of the hay bale, so Cadence sat up with her tail right on AJ’s winking pussy. Rape or not, her body smelled what was going on, she saw and heard it all, that orange pussy was jealous.

All mine, bitch, get your own, she thought loudly. “Ah!” she winced as her pussy was pumped. Up she went in his arms, hips in the air and shoulders on Applejack’s hips.

She saw her tummy distend out around that stupid-thick cock, making her shiver, hissing as her fuckme eyes stung. Candy wiped her eyes and sucked her fingers, savoring the rich cream, thicker than Shiny’s, that was for sure. She showed off her mouthful and was given a fat dick to suck before she could even choke it down. She let mister churn the cream in her mouth, looking up with fury at him, making sure he didn’t hold back. Cadence groped her tits and dug her nails into his cute butt as he fucked her face, making horribly, terrifcally sloppy sounds. She felt full of energy as she bobbed her head, shouting her moans to vibrate his dick, not shy about coughing and gagging up wads of frothy cum saliva. It just made it slicker.

Her little hand left his leg, clutched the base, and tugged rapidly while her thick lips sucked hard, slopping up and down, cream and spit together making a frothy slurry that hung from her chin. She tucked his flare in her throat and swallowed, smiling at how the motions stroking his thick cock made the stallion shiver. Her fingers cradled his balls, her entire body seizing up when she felt the flare balls deep in her pussy spread out painfully wide. She pulled her face off to scream, but her horn was yanked and she was made to gag badly on his tip. Her lungs were on fire again, she was out of air. There was so much sperm in her pussy, she didn’t feel him cum, but she did feel her body tossed on her side. She shoved on the stud fucking her throat as another stuffed her creamed pussy and pulled out. Cadence looked up to see the stallion shivering, chin lifted up, back hunched over so his gut tickled her nose. Her eyes went wide as he poured a powerful orgasm in her throat, too much to gulp, and out it shot from her nostrils.

When he was done, another stallion was prodding her asshole, she couldn’t complain: there was too much coughing and snorting and spitting in her hands to do. He pried open her tight asshole and popped inside, making her shoulders buckle. She fell over one of Applejack’s sexy, thick thighs, holding on like it was a log in the ocean and she was a shipwreck survivor. “Ow,” she huffed, shaking, tongue out, pussy winking as she sprayed a rough orgasm onto the stallion’s lap. But she wasn’t tired, no, there was more energy than ever in her. She lifted a long shapely leg and kicked his hat off. She smiled as he showed his teeth. “Why the fuck are you being gentle? It’s lubed eno-UFF!” Cadence shrieked and howled with gleeful laughter as her entire body rocked on his huge dick. In with a slap, out with a sloppy suction, she put her head on AJ’s belly and looked up without thinking. The farm girl was wide eyed, watching Cadence revel in what she loathed. “Hurts, a little, but it’s so good!” she told the blonde mare, beaming. “Wanna try some? They- ah, fuck! They’re not trying to hurt you, they just wanna have fun, huh?” She shouted her final line to the crowd, eyes scanning their handsome faces, getting a chorus of deep throated “YEE HAW!”

The pink pony shuffled back and stood her long legs on the dusty hay covered floor and kissed Applejack’s sweet, warm pussy. A finger got the hogtied girl whining, a suck and lick on her clit got her winking like crazy. Cadence rode the rhythm of the brute breaking in her fat ass, eyes fluttering as she dug two fingers into Applejack’s g-spot. Cadence came up to breathe and saw a sheen of spermy spit on her pussy, beaming, oh she wanted to suck a hot load out of this cunt so bad!

Her wishes were heard, she thought, as a stud took his place before her. She fell to her knees with a grunt and wore his balls on her face, smiling as he rode her face to penetrate the poor freckled gal. Cadence lapped at his taint, tasting the salt of a working stallion, and her lips dove in to suck and slurp and smooch his juicy flesh between his backdoor and his fat balls. She gave in, performing something she rarely did: she was absolutely fucking nuts in heat all over again, feeling a stud pull his spent cock from her asshole. She laid her tongue on his pucker and laughed, tickling his back door, feeling his butt tighten up and his hand shove her away. “The HELL you doin’, girl?!”

“You liked it,” she spat, giggling, looking back and wiggling her hips. “NEXT!” She was overjoyed to get manhandled to lay her back on top of a supine stallion, caressing his jaw beside her head, sitting her hips down to sink his beefy fuckrod in her backdoor, gliding on in on a pillow of cum for lube. She gasped as another stud mounted her, putting her hooves on his chest, filling her winking, gaping pussy with yet another cum cannon. “Oh fuck ye-HRGH!” She nearly lost her lunch when the raunchiest, ugliest, saltiest dick filled her mouth. She looked up with bloodshot and crisscrossed eyes, seeing his dick was asymmetrical with a mean curve to the shaft, bloated along the bottom, his head was tiny in her throat but the shaft was looking inflated like a traffic cone at the base! It had a nasty left curve, making throating him a more of a whole-body motion, his flesh was unwashed and so fucking sweaty and greasy.

She was in heaven. The princess yanked her head away to gag and pour a cup of saliva all over her chin and neck, then dove her lips down. But he threw his hips at the same time, making her nose meet his head. She inhaled without thinking, dragging precum, spit, cum, even a stray hair up her nostril, making her sneeze and laugh at his dick. She filled her lips without shame, giggling and stroking his huge, oh fuck, thumb-can’t-touch-finger thick base, body rocking and belly dancing with invading spears. The burly pillow on which she laid grunted in her ear, balls deep and letting the others move her to stroke his hot cock so fucking deep it ached.

These big stallions were hair triggers to mister Elk. Her mind kept dreaming back to how fat his cock was, lasting so long, the salt on it, the greasy texture on her tongue, and with her eyes closed, she pictured his smelly body bucking her in all three holes at the same time. She whined, ripping her face away to scream and cum hard on the two boys filling her up.

The mare was rolled onto her side and both stallions pulled free, leaving her sore, gaping, gushing from her twitching asshole and her winking twat. She was pulled up by her hair, oh fuck it stung so right, but she needed a second. Cadence shivered and dug her nails into his thigh, snorting the salty, bloated feeling balls on her face. “OOoooooh I’m right, fuck my face, you freak!” she snarled, cackling and slurping that weird cock in her mouth. She choked on it, pulling on his cute butt to stuff her throat, coughing and sending spermy spit and snot out her nostrils on his tummy. She let her horn be used like a slut handle, singing his praise with her gagging, head turning left and right to stroke his long, thick dick. She was almost sad as he pulled free and stroked his tip, but she knew what to do. Cadence crossed her arms below her big, glimmering bust and laid out her tongue like a landing pad, greeting his disgustingly thick load as it didn’t fire out in blasts but dumped onto her muzzle like an overturned bowl of sement. She was smiling ear to ear as he glued her right eye shut, letting him mop his dick clean with her ponytail.

Cadence was left alone, and a glance around showed the studs were drinking and smoking, all cocks glazed. Just one stallion had saved himself for Applejack, poor girl. But she recognized this one. She didn’t know his name, his coat was a sunny yellow, just like the stallion laying his leaking dick on that freckled face. Guess she missed a few, so two studs for the farmer. It was hard to keep track with the cocks so thick they made her see stars. She wiggled her hips happily and laid her cheek on crossed arms, elbows on the hay bale watching him stuff her pussy. “Does it hurt?” she said softly, pulling that gag out of her mouth.

“Ah! YES!” AJ shouted, just in time for some juicy balls to lay on her lips. She was breathing hard, harder than she needed, and Cadence just knew she was getting drunk on dick and not cider.

Cadence rubbed her lower tummy, palm pressing on that cock through AJ’s hot flesh. “Mmm, it’s not so bad, though, you’re soaked,” she said, eyes drifting to the pussy-stuffing stallion’s butt. He had a cutie mark of an apple, most of one, and she was worried she’d fell into some weird incest dream. But a look around showed no other stallions had fruit on their hips, save some kiwis which reminded her of hairy balls- Twilight HAD to find mister Elk STAT!

“And what’s your name, big boy?” she purred, hand on his navel now, feeling his not-so-firm tummy. He wasn’t a laborer, not like the other studs anyway, he had a greasy used car salesman look on his mustached face. Ew.

“Bastard’s Flam, sonuvabitch ain’t worked a day in his damn life!” she snarled, getting her lips smeared with precum.

“I’d say he’s putting in some real wet work, isn’t he, Applejack?” the clean shaven stud mopping his tip on her face said. “If you don’t like it, just say so, and we’ll be out of your hair. Though I’d rather be in your mane than your girlfriend’s, she’s filthy.”

“I know you don’t care much for sloppy seconds, Flim,” the stud stirring that orange pussy panted. He shivered and pulled out, flare the size of a dinner plate. The stallion giving AJ salty lipstick pulled away in time for an artillery barrage, the stud was pushing huge, wet ropes, hard enough to splash on her face. “Gah, there, all yours!”

Applejack was shaking, a tear on her face. Cadence shuffled over and began lapping at her creamy facial, giggling and slurping her clean. She sat on the hay bale, letting her holes drain onto the floor, swishing the rich cream in her mouth, gently stroking Applejack’s cheek as she pushed the girl to lay her head on her hot thigh. She squeaked as her pussy was filled with that veiny, gorgeous dick, a straight pole that was longer than anyone would ever need. Not as thick as his spent brother, she assumed they were brothers, he was able to push deeper than Cadence thought possible. She wasn’t sure she was on the right path letting them use her like this, but there was no denying it was hot as fuck.

“Feel that? He’s so deep in you,” she mumbled, giggling, wincing, it took two tries to gulp that cum down, these bastards were ripe. Their sperm was insanely thick. She shivered once when it oozed down her throat. “Doesn’t it just feel good? I can tell you don’t want to like it, AJ. But just listen to your body,” she purred, hand stroking her navel. “Just feel, oh!” Cadence accepted a cigarette from a stunning older stallion with a salt and pepper mustache that dominated his face. That black and white caterpillar on his upper lip was fetching, the word grizzled came to mind. “Much obliged, partner,” she giggled, dragging on her exceptionally rare smoke. It was a dream, and she had just had one hell of an orgy, so it seemed just fine. She blew away from Applejack and kept on touching her, rubbing the cum into her velvet coat, squeezing her full, perky, if a little small, tits. “I always took you for a butch dyke, am I right?” Cadence said, pouring on the salt.

The mare below her nodded, whimpering, head pressing into Cadence’s hot leg. “There’s nothing wrong with being a lesbian and getting dicked once in a while. I love eating mares out, be true to yourself. You love cock.”

Applejack whined and pulled on the ropes keeping her constrained. Her back arched, her throat sang a moan when the bastard came balls deep inside after a brutal dozen hip-breaking thrusts. Cadence stomped out her cigarette and guzzled her creampie, tongue dipping deep into her pussy and scooping out the slimy spunk like a kitten at a water bowl. She sucked her clit, she kissed her lips, she went until the mare screamed a hot, hard orgasm, stallions in the audience clapping and cheering.

With her upper body soaked in sweat, cum, spit, squirt, and who knew what else, Cadence sat beside AJ and undid the knots with her magic. She hugged the mare rubbing her ankles and wrists, letting her shrink up next to her, hugging her tight. “That was nice, wasn’t it?” she whispered to the shivering mare, stroking her back. What a fucking back! Cadence bit her lip and felt the muscles, this girl was built tough.

Applejack nodded, shivering, breathing slow, shallow breaths. “Hurt a little?” She nodded again. “That’s okay, it’s a lot to take sometimes, I’m sore as fuck right now. You know these stallions?” Her soft tone got another nod in response. “Why are they all here? Why were they gonna take turns using you like a sex toy?”

“Don’t have to be so-”

“Rude? I think I’m real, Applejack. You’re afraid of speaking the truth and that’s not like you. Believe me, I know. You’re suffering because you’re lying to yourself. You DO want this. Not all of them, maybe, but a nice stallion that can really fuck you. No little lady fingers, no cute little oral sessions, you want a true, honest rutting. We all do, it’s just natural. Doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy a mare friend, too,” she giggled.

“That’s not what we heard,” the dark-coated grizzled stallion said, knocking back a mug. Cadence took another from a different stallion, sipping, glad to find the cider was cold, she was overheating in this stuffy barn.

“Much obliged, partner,” she giggled, smiling, hissing as some cooling cum hit her eye again. “Ow, fuck!” she shouted, laughing. One hand mopping her face clean, she looked up again. “What are you talking about? Why are you all here?”

“Lady sent me, all of us, I reckon. I had plenty of dreams before, but none this real.” He went to the wall and picked his jeans off a hook, several others followed suit. She was sad to see their modesty return.

“You two, too? Flim and, um-”

“Flam, thank you ma’am,” he said, every tooth showing in his grin as he tipped his straw hat. Ugh, tacky, much? Cadence moaned internally. “And yes, this is all surreal. Honestly, I’d never dream of doing something so sinful as to impose myself upon you, Applejack. We’ve had our heads butt before,” he said, interrupted by his thinner brother.

“That doesn’t mean we’d resort to doing that. Especially not more than one night in a row.”

“So you all have been treating Applejack like a rented sex doll every night?” When the others nodded in agreement, she was floored. “Who put you up to it?”

“Wasn’t all of them, not til tonight,” Applejack said, hooves near her ass, arms wrapped around her knees. Cadence found her sticky shirt and wrapped it around AJ’s firm shoulders. “First it was just those two bastards. Then it was more. Said they wanted the profits they had earned from the farm failing over the years, but we’ve been breaking even, usually. Not as much as the last two years, but, no one wants the farm, not yet far as I know. I just don’t get it.”

Cadence took another gulp to quench her perplexingly dry throat. If this was a dream, why did the cigarette burn her throat, and why was the drink so cool and refreshing? The balls so juicy, the sensations so real? She pushed her questions aside for now. The details might be important, but she wanted to gather all the information she could now, then digest it later. She leaned on a particularly cute colt, pale beige complexion and, she noticed, he was the one with the curvy cock that was so fun to throat. “So more and more, whoever’s putting these dreams together is gaining power, or friends, or both. Flim, since you and your brother were first, can you tell me more about the woman who sent you here? Did she talk to you every night?”

“Sure, princess, ah,” Flim started, his thought was finished by his brother. Cadence didn’t enjoy their habit one bit.

“A week or so back, a dream came over me, a woman told me to climb the hill and take what was mine. What I was owed. I didn’t see her, just heard her and her voice, if it was a movie I’d say she sounded evil. It was compelling, so-”

“So real! And when I got to the barn, Applejack was tied to a saw horse and spread wide open. It was easy to f-”

“To finish this thought and spare the nice mare the details, yes, Flam. She came the next night, spoke from the shadows again and told us we knew what to do. That’s how it started every night, even tonight.”

Cadence hummed. “Did you, any of you, see green magic?”

One stallion nodded. “I saw a lantern with a green flame. Ain’t never seen one like that before, does that help?”

“Yes, a clue I’ve been looking for, ooooh, that’s the spot,” she giggled, eyes flickering, someone’s nails digging at the spot behind her ear were heavenly. “Mmm! Easy, mommy’s working, baby,” she hushed, swatting away the colt’s hand lovingly. “Green magic, evil woman’s voice, nothing else?” They shook their heads. “Well… it’s a start. Can anyone think of details that might be relevant, anything at all?” She didn’t get a response beyond humming and shrugging.

One nodded and pulled on a shirt, buttoning it from the top, hiding his hard body, the rest followed suit getting dressed. “Mighty sorry about this, AJ. You’re like kin to me and mine, I’d never do anything like this in the real world, you know.”

The orange mare leaned on Cadence’s shoulder, hiding her incredible body. “Wasn’t your fault, someone possessed y’all,” she shuddered. “Is it over, princess? Am I gonna be free of these nightmares?”

Poor girl, fucked like a whore for a week straight by stallions she knew. At least Twilight’s exotic boyfriends were strangers. This bitch needed to go down, she hoped she could catch whoever was behind this. Alhtough, Cadence wasn’t so sad fixing these nightmares had involved some of the best sex she’d ever had. She trembled a bit thinking about her antlered friend. “Yes. After Twilight’s dream, she said the rest of her night was dreamless.”

“Gentlecolts, it’s been a pleasure and a half, but we’d like some alone time. Last call on details,” she said, sipping her drink, but none came. The stallions filed out, Cadence propped the door open for some cold, fresh air.

Applejack sat up as Cadence put her hat back on. It was cute! “I reckon I have no idea, not much use frettin over the unknown. But somethin feels like it won’t be quite the same. Princess,” she whispered, watching with Cadence as the stallions left out the barn door into the cold night. “I never told you about my first time.”

“We’ve never really spoken like this before,” Cadence whispered back, fingers on that calloused palm. She leaned back and felt Applejack embrace her.

She let her lay her head on her back. “I knew him. He was my cousin technically, my mom’s sister-in-law’s son. So, I don’t think it was blood relation, or so we figured. He was the cutest colt,” she laughed. “Called Peach Pit, what kinda name is that? We were close friends. Scraped our knees together, skipped rocks, built campfires, even won a three legged race at the Ponyville fair when we were eight, or seven, can’t remember. But…” She closed in tighter. “He was fifteen, I was sixteen and flirtin’ with Rainbow Dash, uh, don’t, don’t be tellin this to-”

“Don’t worry, princess of Love, remember? It’s my duty to keep your secret, Applejack.”

She sighed and hugged the princess from behind. She shifted to put her body on the hay bale completely and pull the blanket over one of her bare legs, all the slack she had. “I was sure I didn’t like boys. I mean, SURE sure, sure as rain, there wasn’t a damn thing in the world that coulda made me kiss him. Whiskey proved me wrong, he pulled down his shorts right after and… it just smelled so bad, but good, and before I knew it, he was on me, kissing me, pushing my clothes down and-” she gulped. “I never felt that good after. Not a thing Rainbow Dash could do ever did compare, somma the toys got close. It hurt, just like… ugh. Just like Flim and Flam, fuckers. It felt so fucking good, Cadence,” she shook. “And after he pushed inside me, all the way, I moaned. I really fucking moaned. But then I got scared and kicked him off of me and ran away, yelled at him every chance he tried to talk with me, but I never told anyone. Not a soul. I was so ashamed, princess, he pushed himself on me and I just let it happen! And I wanted it, again and again, I really, really wanted it. Even thought of him when Rainbow ate me out, I just wanted a big cock in me instead. And now that I’ve had the real deal raw, it wasn’t bad. It weren’t loving, these here bastards were rutting me, not making love, I-”

“Getting dicked is pretty fucking great, huh?” Cadence whispered, lips along Applejack’s forehead, muzzle smelling her sweet blonde mane.

The farmer shuddered, nodding. “Sure as sugar is, princess. But Rainbow, we’re still-”

“I know a mare, she’ll help you out. Trust me. Your relationship will be better than ever after you get fucked next time.” Cadence laughed and stood, stumbling when her hooves resisted coming close together. “Ooooh this is pretty fucking real for a dream!” she sighed, bracing on the hay bale. “What I think, dear Applejack,” she huffed. “Is that you need a good night’s rest and a break from the booze. I’ll see Rainbow Dash about her dreams tomorrow night, and after that, you’ll be seeing her in a whole new light!” she giggled. “You’ll never want for a boyfriend again, trust me,” she said with a wink, making AJ look puzzled. “And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a dream portal to limp to.”

Cadence blew a kiss and opened the door, nearly getting blown on her ass by the swirling winter storm winds. She slammed her door shut and beamed. “Pants, please?”