Under Pouring Rain

by Toten_XL

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Applejack, Porn, Second Person, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Human, Anthro
Length: 6317

Shameless Futa Applejack x 2nd person Male Anon clopfic

You found yourself in Equestria a few weeks ago, but you didn't expect it to be like this. Equestria is full to the brim with Amazonian Goddesses, and you find yourself enthralled by the caring Applejack. One night, under a heavy rainstorm, you finally connect with her.

A second person clopfic
Contains: Futa/M, Cock Worship, slight Cumflation
Art is by Atryl

Published 2022-05-13 14:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2022-05-13 14:30:01 UTC

One Fortuitous Night

*drip*

*drip*

*drip*

Awaking slowly, you groan feeling the cold water drip from the roof onto your cheek. Rolling over, you close your eyes again and try to get back to sleep.

*drip*

*drip*

*drip*

With a shuddering sigh, you slowly lift yourself up in your makeshift bed to a sitting position, and stare back at a few small holes in the wooden roof. Water slowly drips through the holes, escaping from the heavy rainstorm outside. It seems just your cosmically bad luck it should drip right where you’d set your pillow for the evening. Wrapping your warm comforter around you defiantly, you shudder at the cold that seeps throughout the barn.

It hadn’t been all bad, you remind yourself, eager to cheer up your dour mood. It had been barely two weeks since you’d arrived in Equestria, and despite some initial misunderstandings, it had gone well. The people here, or rather, ponies, you remind yourself again, had welcomed you with such an openness that it still warmed your heart. It sure didn’t hurt matters that they all looked like breathtakingly gorgeous amazons, either. You were considered small here, your slim, just a hair under 6’ frame a whole head shorter than even the smallest mares. A small warmth began to grow as you remembered how they all crowded around you at first, their brea-

A loud crack of thunder shook you from your lewd thoughts, the rain only seemingly to beat down harder on the lightly creaking wood of the barn. You’d definitely need to talk to Applejack soon, the landing of the barn and the couple bales of hay you’d been given as a temporary bed had been very comfortable at first, but every night brought with it new troubles. It had been very gracious of her to take you in like this, you remind yourself. In exchange for some help around the farm and fillysitting Apple Bloom on occasion, you’d been given a warm and dry place to rest your head and a caring family to take you in. At least, it had been dry, your grumpy thoughts interject, breaking off the warm flashback that you’d been enraptured, and depositing you back into the leaky barn.

Another soft sigh escapes your lips as you slowly stand, doffing the comforter onto the driest part of your bed. “No use sitting here and doing nothing”, you murmur to yourself in the harsh dark of the barn.

A quick look around your sitting area doesn’t reveal much you could use to patch either of the holes that antagonize you. Taking a handful of hay, you reach towards the angled ceiling of the barn, but fail to reach either of the offending cracks. Even standing atop your bales of hay that make up your temporary bed, you only barely manage to touch the roof, not nearly enough leverage to shove the flimsy hay into the hole. You know there’s stools around in the barn you could use, but in the harsh dark of the barn at night, you’d rather not risk tripping over unfamiliar surroundings and hurting yourself. With a groan, you dejectedly sit back down onto the hay, and wrap yourself tight into your comforter again. If you’re not going to be able to sleep comfortably, you might as well be warm, you think softly to yourself, wondering if you could sleep sitting upright.

A sudden thud against the barn door raises you with a start from your attempted slumber, as the creaky and groaning barn door is slowly pulled open enough for someone to enter. A warm, gentle light fills the downstairs of the barn, beaming out of a lantern. Peering over the ledge of the landing, you see Applejack pulling the barn door shut behind her, sighing to herself. She looks absolutely drenched, and significantly worse for wear you notice, as she turns around and looks around the barn.

“Hey, Anon? You awake in here?” Applejack’s country drawl fills the damp air with a soft tone that makes your heart flutter for a second, before another rolling boom of thunder brings you back down.

“Yeah, I’m up here AJ. What happened to you?” You ask, slightly concerned at her disheveled state.

A wide smile fills her face as she looks up to the landing, seeing you look back down at her. She’s wearing her usual, a plaid red and white crop top leaving her toned midsection free, and providing definition to her more than ample breasts. A pair of denim shorts that go to her knees compliments it, along with her trusty hat that you’ve never seen leave her head for longer than a few seconds at a time. “Well, either we didn’t prepare enough for the storm, or them pegasi overdid it when they made this one.” She sighs softly, her smile fading and the wear returning to her freckled face with a vengeance. “I ain’t got a lick of sleep yet, water got underneath one of the doors back up at the house. Apple Bloom found it and woke everypony up, and Big Mac and I been running around all night with towels, trying to stop it. Dang near flooded the kitchen out!

Softly, she shakes herself, doffing a lot of the water still clinging to her from the walk from the house to the barn. “I just come out here to check on you, wanted to make sure all was well in the barn. She can be a bit leaky at times, and I know I wouldn’t wanna be out here by myself in weather like this.” A soft chuckle follows her words, her face lighting up again as she returns her focus to the now.

A pang of joy sparks through you like a current of electricity, hearing how she was genuinely concerned for your wellbeing. “It’s definitely a bit leaky, but she’s holding up fine.” You pat the wooden support beam that comes from the ground to the ceiling, and helps hold the landing. “Don’t worry about me though, would you want my help getting cleaned up at the house? I’d feel terrible if anything happened or got damaged!” You begin taking off your comforter again, eager to come to the help of your buxom patron.

A small laugh echoes out from down below, as Applejack shakes her head with a warm smile. “Oh don’t you worry your little head none, we already got it squared away. Big Mac volunteered to stay up and make sure nothing more happens, since he’s been out from fieldwork after he hurt his arm last week. Now show me where it’s leaking, let’s see what we can do about it tonight.” She briskly walks across the lower floor of the barn, and starts climbing the ladder up to the landing.

You chuckle to yourself under your breath, and back up some as she climbs up, re-wrapping yourself in the cozy comforter again. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t have very forward feelings about Applejack, she was likely the most gorgeous woman you’d ever seen, pony or not. Her homely attitude and approachable demeanor always sent your heart into spirals every time you spoke to her, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way. Sure, her friends were almost equally as jaw-dropping, but something stuck with you about how Applejack carried herself. It reminded you of home in a way, and it was something worth clinging to. It didn’t hurt at all that she was nearly two entire feet taller than you, often leaving you exactly eye level with her very generous bust.

Applejack stretched slightly as she stepped onto the landing, before sitting her lantern onto a barrel, allowing it to fill the landing with a soft glow of orange firelight. Even now, the glow only stands to compliment her lush fur, almost making it seem like she radiates a gentle warmth, making you feel even colder inside your comforter by comparison. “Alright, sugarcube, where’s it leakin’?”

You smile and stand again, blushing slightly as she stands next to you, and point to the offending cracks in the roof. Her eyes follow your finger to the roof, as she pulls out a few cloth rags she had shoved into her denim shorts. “Oh those ain’t nothin, give me just a second and I’ll get ‘em squared away.” Her large hand pats you on the back as she walks around your bed, and reaches for the roof.

A soft crunch of hay greets you as you sit back onto the bed, trying your best to remain out of AJ’s way for her to work. She balls up one of the rags and forcefully shoves it into one of the holes, stuffing as much in as she can with her thumb, before moving on to the next one. You smile softly, seeing one of the drops of water stop, before your eyes catch on AJ. She’s stretched up towards the ceiling, barely a foot away from you, both hands above her head, leaving you a very close and personal view of her well muscled mid-section. A heady blush rushes to your cheeks as you begin to feel the almost intoxicating warmth radiating off her abs, a haze forming in your head quickly.

In your stupor, you glance around, eager to take in more of her farm hardened beauty, when you notice her very generous breasts above you. Each the size of big cantaloupes, they dominate the top of your vision, with large tracts of underboob to appreciate as they strain against the crop top from the flexed position. You feel your blush deepen as your breath quickens, the comforter rapidly becoming almost unbearably hot as your eyes drink in her features. Your eyes slide down her slender frame like a trail of water, stopping to appreciate every inch. As you look even lower, your eyes become transfixed on something you definitely didn’t expect. A large bulge outlines a shape that’s trapped inside her shorts, pressed taught against the fabric by the stretched position. Your eyes bulge slightly, tracing along the contours of her stallionhood, obviously still soft, but easily twice as big as yours even when hard. Your thoughts turn inward as you stare blankly at the outlined shape, not even noticing as Applejack slowly pulls away from the roof.

“There we are, all squared away I reckon. Probably won’t hold for too long, but hopefully this rain should have passed before it starts to matter.” She smiles proudly at her handiwork, before looking back down to you again, seeing you enraptured with her lower features. A soft blush comes to her cheeks as she reaches down and taps your chin softly, startling you back to the world of the living.

“Hello, Equestria to Anon? You doin’ alright there, sugarplum?” A soft chuckle escapes her as she sees you stumble over yourself, flailing lightly in a panic as you pretend to be very interested in the wall behind her ample body.

“I.. I was just thin-thinking! This storm sure is a do-doozy, isn’t it?!” You stammer out hurriedly, eyes desperate to look everywhere but the area you’d give anything to appreciate like you had again. A bead of sweat drips from your forehead down, your body suddenly burning up as you rapidly doff the comforter again, noticing there’s no more water dripping down. “O…oh, thank you Applejack! I uh… th-thank you!”

A small, coy smile curls the edge of AJ’s mouth for just a moment, before fading just as quickly. “Well think nothing of it, Anon, just bein’ kind for a member of the Apples!” She reaches one arm straight up into the air before hooking another around it, leaning backwards to stretch out her arm and back, but keeps her eyes fixed on you as she leans back. Your eyes can’t help but snap back to her shorts again, despite your best efforts, eagerly drinking in the image of her toned abs and the outline in her shorts. AJ grins lightly to herself, her suspicions confirmed, as she releases the stretch and stands normally again.

“Whew, after that and all the work back up at the house, I’m plum tuckered out.” She sits down on the edge of your bales of hay bed, and rests propped up against her arms behind her. “You don’t mind if I take a few to relax for a minute and dry off some do ‘ya?” She raises an eyebrow at you, her green eyes almost glowing in the soft lantern light. You eagerly shake your head, not even dreaming of denying her at this point.

The dull drum of the rain on the wooden roof continued, not letting up for a second as quiet dawned inside the barn once again. Applejack relaxed, her breath slowing as she closed her eyes, obviously enjoying herself. Your mind buzzed like a tornado of activity, trying desperately to figure out the next step. She was barely a few feet away, her godly form just barely out of reach, as your hands trembled. ‘Did she see me staring?’, you wonder, your deep blush only worsening as your dry mouth tries to wet itself. ‘What if that upsets her, I can’t risk losing the one place I call home and losing my only real friend just because I’m horny!’ A soft sigh escapes your lips as you look away, still sitting up.

Applejack opens one eye to look you over for a second, before closing it and smiling softly. “You know, I was wondering something, Anon. You’ve been here a few weeks now, and even though I know Twilight tried her darndest to get you home, you wanted to stay. So you gotta be at least comfortable here, right?” She leaned back against one of the support beams of the barn, allowing her hands to rest on her lap, as she adjusted her hat slightly.

“Yeah, I’d say I definitely am. Just about anything was an improvement from where I’m from though, and this is about as close to a jackpot as I coulda hoped for.” A smile crossed your lips, recalling your fortune in coming here.

“Well, I was pondering, and I was wondering why ya ain’t tried to woo some cute mare from the Ponyville markets or nothin’. You’re comfortable, and there ain’t no shortage of cute single mares prancin about at all hours of the day. Surely one of ‘em must have caught your fancy?” She opened an eye, looking you over again and her coy little smile returned to the edges of her mouth.

If you could spout steam like a character from one of the cartoons you enjoyed when you were little, you probably would have at this moment with the pressure inside you. ‘Oh buck, she saw me staring didn’t she? Oh buck, Oh buck, why is she asking me this now? Is she trying to kick me out? Is she trying to make me embarrassed as revenge?’ Your mind raced for a few minutes before managing to meekly get out, “I… I guess I just never bothered. Busy with my work here and all that. You’re such a nice host, I’d feel awful if I didn’t live up to some expectation.” You nod slowly to yourself, confident in that.

“Aww, well I’m a might embarrassed you feel such a way, don’t think nothing of it, sugarcube. You’re doing more than enough, and deserve better.” She reaches over with one of her large hands, and gently rocks you by playfully shaking your shoulder. “Now, come clean with me, I know it ain’t that keepin ‘ya from a relationship. You’re cute enough mares shoulda come to you.” Her coy smile grows, covering more and more of her mouth, her one open eye staring directly at you with playful intent. “Are ya more into Stallions?”

Your overwhelming pride at being called cute by the mare of your dreams is suddenly interrupted by the brick wall of the last question. Your blush deepens as you look away, feverishly trying not to let your composure completely crumble. “I uh… I suppose I’m not too picky one way or another to be honest. I don’t really care about who I’m with, it’s more the intimacy that I cherish.” You spoke truthfully, but in trying to skirt away from AJ’s questions, you felt almost regretful.

AJ’s grin only continued to grow, her head turning to look at you fully, both eyes open as she adjusted her hat one more time. “Well that’s mighty romantic of you, you’re a true stallion.” Her hand gripping your shoulder squeezed softly, showing her admiration.

A deeper blush formed on your cheeks at her praise as you lightly placed your hand over hers, holding it close to your shoulder as you looked back to her, deciding at this moment to dive in off the high board and hope for the best. “Well, truthfully, I haven’t been looking for anything because I already have everything I could want right here.” You squeezed her hand lightly, forcefully pushing the part of yourself crying out in terror at your admission far away from your mind. ‘Strike while the iron’s hot. If it doesn’t work out, it’s better I’d have at least tried,’ you tell yourself, emboldened.

Applejack’s eyes open wide for a moment, looking you over from top to bottom, before returning to her coy grin. Her cheeks flush red, but her eyes only seem to glow brighter in the slowly fading lantern light. “Oh now, Anon. You’re sure you’re so enamored with a mare like me? I saw ya lookin’.” Her grin only grows to her whole face, the subtle bulge on her shorts only seeming to grow more defined and notable from her position.

You slowly nod and look her dead in the eyes, the drumming of rain backdropping you as you slowly allow yourself to be pulled towards her radiant warmth. “I couldn’t imagine myself with any other, if you’d have me, Applejack.” Your nervousness seems to almost melt away the closer you get to her, the icy chill of the rain being pushed back by her magnificence.

She pounces on you, her hands moving to grab yours, as she pushes you onto your back, towering over you. “Oh Anon, I think I’d like that quite a lot. I’ve been watching you shake that cute little flank of yours throughout the weeks, and I was hoping I might be able to snag you up for myself” Her mouth lingers inches away from you, your hands pinned above your head, as she looks down at you with an obviously hungry look. Her scent and her warmth envelop you like a blanket, each inhale rolls your eyes in ecstasy as she looms over you, her breasts hanging without care against your midsection.

It only takes a moment to decide to commit, as you arch your neck forward and pull her into a deep and passionate kiss, her breath exhaling softly across your neck. Weeks of sexual tension bubble up the surface in seconds, eager to relieve themselves immediately and completely, as AJ takes control of the kiss back from you.

She ravenously pursues the kiss, her tongue rushing forward to explore your mouth, much longer and wider than your own you discover, as she presses yours down. Her hands move from yours to caress your head, roughing your hair as she eagerly presses down against your helpless self. You fight back however you can to prevent yourself from being entirely overwhelmed, but AJ just pours more and more into the kiss, making it a losing battle.

Reprieve finally comes as she slowly pulls away, catching her breath slowly as she eyes you with the same hunger from before, not sated in the slightest. She tugs your shirt roughly and stares down at you, a dominant side of her rapidly taking control. “This. Off. Now.” She stares down at you as you meekly nod, eagerly losing the loose fitting sleep shirt. Applejack responds by untying the front knot of her crop top, letting the garment fall from her shoulders to the hay, unveiling her massive breasts in their totality. Your voice catches in your throat as she towers over you with them, a genuine smile on her lips.

“Be a good boy, and make me feel just as good. Now.” You swallow as you eagerly move forward to embrace her much larger body, your mouth planting kisses along her left breast and your hands groping her right breast, as she lets loose a soft moan. Her hands deftly wrap around you, caressing your head as your kisses move to gentle suckling from her teat, your tongue dancing over the sensitive nub.

You desperately try and pleasure as much of her supple breasts as you’re able to, but there’s always more that you can’t quite reach. You swap from breast to breast, kissing and suckling from her expansive teats, kneading and massaging the girth of her wide form again and again and again, but you struggle to keep up with the demand of how much is needed. Her moans fill you with confidence, however, her soft country drawl echoing off the wooden frame of the barn in pleasure.

You're not sure when you've been removed from your pants, so focused on AJ's massive breasts are you, but a sudden wave of pleasure racks your body as you feel one of Applejack's hands slowly stroking your already rigid length. Her hands feel so perfectly soft, and you can do nothing but thrust slightly against it, as the scent and taste of her breasts fill you. You gently swirl her nipple in your mouth, lightly teasing and biting it, eager to return just as much pleasure. Her hand slows to a stop as she lets out a shuddering moan, staring down at you. "Oh sugarcube, I need so much more than this."

You furrow your brow for a moment before she pulls you away from her breasts, shocking you slightly. "Oh I need this, and I need it badly." Looking her over, you see the formerly quite stealthy bulge has transformed into a tent, her shorts pulled taught around her legs, desperately trying to contain her girthy stallionhood. Saliva drips from your mouth for a moment before you look back up to Applejack, and feel her gaze pierce into you, as she sits on the edge of the hay bale.

"Come here, and get this off me. I want you, and I want you now." You move as quickly as your body will allow you, quickly taking up position on the floor in front of her, your hands desperately pawing at her zipper. Her gaze and tone of voice have changed from the sweet, loving farm girl you knew, into something much more. Her desire is evident, and she can barely contain her lust for you. Your fingers finally snag the buttons loose, and her zipper eagerly falls away, revealing her proud and fiercely rigid stallionhood.

You take a moment to overcome the shock of the sheer size of the length in front of your face, at least a foot and a half of Applejack's thick marecock, and at least as thick as your forearm. It dominates your vision as your hands slowly creep forward of their own volition, caressing the heavy, orange sized balls hanging underneath her shaft. They feel heavy, swollen, and so very full of Applejack's virile seed, that you eagerly close the distance and begin suckling them, your hands moving to stroke her.

Applejack moans in bliss as you feel her length throb once at your attention, as she plays with her own breasts, lightly thumbing her own nipples as you work. You feel the virile seed churn within her huge balls, eager to be released and soak every inch of you. You feel the radiant warmth soaking into you from the huge rod, the soft scent of her musk overwhelming your senses into a cock drunken stupor. You feel her gaze bore into you from far above, a loving stare of bliss as she moans, almost lost in her own world as you pleasure her. You feel the warmth radiate inside you, as you lick a trail up her entire length, following the thick cock veins, past her medial ring, and to the flat and ridged head. You feel perfect in this moment, a need fulfilled, and another eagerly waiting to be satiated.

Applejack reaches forward without warning, snapping you from your cock drunk stupor, and grins wildly. "I need more than just some light praise. I want you to worship it." She laughs softly to herself, pressing your upper body against her thick marecock, as she thrusts lightly against your body. Your mouth eagerly opens and tries to accept the tip of her broad stallionhood, but try as you might, you can't make it fit. You desperately kiss and suckle around the tip, eager to make up for your failings, hugging her huge rod, and using your whole upper body to slowly jerk her off. Her moans only grow louder and louder, the throbbing of her cock coming quicker and quicker with time.

A thick glob of pearly pre-cum drips from the tip of her wide head, smearing against you before you can suckle it down. The extra warmth helps her slide back and forth against your body quickly, her head thrown back in rapturous bliss. The throbbing continues, faster, faster, faster, until you feel her begin thrusting in earnest, fucking herself against you with a rough and ready pace. Your arms and body feel her thick medial ring rub against them, her warmth almost overwhelming now, as you desperately hang on and try and pleasure her. Another thick glob of pearly pre deposits itself from her slowly expanding cock head, allowing you to eagerly suckle it down this time.

The flavor is indescribable, the rich, heady flavor soaking into the most primal parts of your brain, and unlocking even newer ecstasies that had been hidden from you. The scent of apples filled your nose as she gripped your shoulders, her teeth and eyes clenched shut in bliss, as she began jackhammering away against your grip. In but a few short seconds, her hand moved to the back of your head, firmly grasping you by the hair, and forcing you in front of her now very swollen cock head. A piercing moan echoed out from behind her clenched teeth, and the world seemingly came to a standstill. A thick, powerful rope of her seed erupted from the tip of her proud marecock, shooting to the back of your open and awaiting mouth. Another rope belted forward, eagerly sticking to any crevice of your mouth unclaimed.

Another rope blasted against you, this time missing your mouth somewhat, smearing your face in her dominant seed, making you beg for more. As the 4th rope of her virile cum entered your mouth, you desperately tried to swallow to make more room, but couldn't swallow fast enough. The overflow of her delicious nectar poured from your mouth, breaking the path of her 5th rope, soaking your body in her cum. A 6th rope slowly followed, much diminished to your dismay, filling the void left from her now swallowed first few rounds.

Applejack's heavy panting became audible once again as her orgasm came to an end, and she collapsed backwards onto the hay bed, one hand over her forehead. Her breasts jiggled at the sudden movement, and her still diamond hard stallionhood sprang free from your grip, pointing straight up into the air. As her heavy panting slowly came to a steady pace, she moaned out, "Oh sweet Celestia, sugarcube. I haven't cum that hard in months..." She cleared her throat as she leaned forward to look at you once again.

Utterly drunk on Applejack's thick, rich, and powerful cum, you sit there, eagerly lapping up any strand that escaped. After a moment of work, you've managed to swallow down most of it, the rest of it sliding off your thin body and onto the wooden planks of the barn's landing. AJ smiles widely seeing you finish, and chuckles to herself. "Well look at you, missed one shot into your mouth and you're already dirtier than a pig in spring!" Her loud laugh fills you with a sense of a job well done, as she moves forward and embraces you tightly.

A moment passes in the embrace, her warmth pressing against you as her still hard marecock presses against you, obviously hungry for much more. You feel AJ's embrace slowly drift down your body, her mouth close to your ear, as she slowly whispers to you, "Oh I ain't done yet, I still got a lot left in me. Lay down on your stomach for me, I want a lot more of you."

You nod eagerly, quickly bobbing your head up and down. "Yes, Ma'am! Please, I want this so badly!" You feel weird saying it aloud, but you need more of her. You feel empty without her thick cock rubbing against your body, and you need more. All the worries flee your mind in a rout, worries about if she'll fit, if she'll hurt you, if she'll ever tire of you and not want more. At this moment, the only thing that matters is her. Her, and her thick stallionhood, eagerly pokes against your back as you obey her command.

Her smile at your submission is etched in her face, her hand slowly masturbating herself as she traces a line along your buttcheeks, smiling at what she finds. "Now there's a good boy, so eager to please, so eager to be filled. Oh, this is gonna be fun" Her words drop down and almost roll off you, causing you to shiver and moan out as you feel her free hand press against your anus. "So tight, so needy."

With a deft adjustment of her legs, she rapidly lines herself up with you, her towering body forcing her to line up awkwardly, and take a minute more. A moan escapes both of your lips as a dollop of pre slowly rolls from her cock, dripping down the crack, soaking your entrance. A soft second later, AJ spits down onto the tip of her cock, rubbing it against your entrance with a needy desire. The warmth makes you want to call out in bliss, your hands gripping anything they can to prepare for your lover's insertion.

With a soft gasp, and a soft meaty thud, you feel yourself spread for the girthy marecock. You groan and grit your teeth, as you so ever slowly spread for Applejack's girth. It feels like a baseball bat is pressing against your rear, slowly pushing you apart, not stopping for anything, until suddenly, you feel several inches of her cock sink into your needy hole in just a second, eliciting a loud shout of pleasure / pain from you, and a blissful cry of ecstasy from your lover. "Oh, Anon, by Celestia, you're tight..." You hear the words catch in her mouth as she drinks in the pleasure, your own pain slowly subsiding to a similar ecstasy. "You're pulling me in, I can't stop this."

With a sudden thrust, you feel AJ's balls come to rest against your own, a meaty slap filling the barn with a shared shout of pleasure. The combined assault of her warmth, her girth, and now her breasts being draped across your back prove too much, as your cock shoots your load onto the hay underneath you. Wave of bliss after bliss rock you to your core, squeezing you around AJ's gargantuan marecock, and you unload. A quick slap against your right ass signals the beginning of Applejack's thrusting, and she quickly delivers. She roughly pulls out nearly half her length before roughly slamming herself to the hilt again, repeatedly fucking you on the top half of her cock.

Your legs quickly give out next, your body falling limp under AJ's assault, but she quickly grips your body around your waist, holding you upright enough to thrust into. Your arms fail next, collapsing limply at your side, joining your face in being pinned to the hay under the ruthless breeding. With rough slap after rough slap against your rear, you feel ever more complete in the massive stallionhood claiming you. You feel full, complete. You belong to Applejack, and she's claiming everything owed. As the rough slaps continue, you can only try and hang on as her moans reach higher and higher.

Powerful thrust after powerful thrust defines your new world, a world of unending pleasure and bliss. Complete satisfaction followed by empty sorrow, then repeated again and again and again. Powerful throbs pulse down her heavy marecock, shaking your body with it. Her heavy breasts rest against your upper back, only helping to smother you underneath her. Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, you feel content and in ecstasy.

Applejack stops after a minute and begins a new pace, slowly bringing her entire shaft out of your stretched and abused hole, stopping just before the tip, before plunging back in with all her might. Her hips roughly slap into yours again and again, her heavy balls filling with new, virile cum every time they impact against yours. You feel almost as if you can pass out, so totally lost in ecstasy that you don't even notice your cock rehardening just long enough to fire a second orgasm into the hay. You're a vessel for AJ's pleasure now, and you need more. And as she grasps your hips again, she gives it.

She lifts you up off the hay, and sits down herself, never removing her huge stallionhood from your deepest depths. As she sits down, she grips your much smaller body with her powerful arms, and begins to rut you against her, using your body like a fleshlight. Your arms hang limply at your side, your head hangs lost in ecstasy, and your stomach bulges under the onslaught, her marecock clearly visible in outline inside you. As she resumes her thrusts again, your body attempts to fire a third orgasm, only succeeding in making your spent body tighten for her pleasure.

Your third orgasm seems to do it, however, and you feel her mouth come to rest against your neck, her hot breath rolling in sheets down your used body. Her arms grip you around the middle, and hold you desperately as her pace quickens again and again, her flare stretching out your deepest reaches as she comes closer and closer. With a loud shout of pure pleasure, you feel the first rope of her heady cum splash into your body.

In an instant, your stomach begins to grow, her cock losing the defined bulge it had inside you. You feel the second shot slowly travel the entire length of her cock, bulging as it enters you, before depositing just as much virile cum deep inside you. Again and again, shots of cum fill you totally, before the amount can be held no longer, erupting around her marecock in a flood of wasted seed. The space opened is quickly refilled as the process begins again, more cum pumping itself from her huge balls into your guts.

As minutes pass, and more and more cum begins to drench the hay more than any rainstorm could, Applejack collapses beside you, her chest heaving, breath pouring past you as she comes down from her explosive high. A hand slowly caresses you as she pulls you close, not daring to pull out of you. Your stomach gurgles under the sheer volume of her seed, but your arms limply grasp it, desperate not to lose this sense of fullness. Her hand slowly comes to your cheek and rubs away some of the hay that had become stuck to it. "Oh, Anon. Oh buck..." she moans softly, thrusting herself once more for effect. "I'm so sorry I didn't talk to you earlier about this, this was heaven..." You feel a warmth arc to your heart and she lightly kisses your neck.

"Th...than...thank y...you... A....App..." You struggle to speak at all, totally exhausted from her assault. She smiles and lays a hand against your cheek, before chuckling. "It's okay, sleep now. You did a very good job." She laughs softly to herself, her arm slowly grasping fully around you. "I was working on clearing out one of the old guest rooms so you could stay in the house, and was waiting on a new bed frame for you. But I don't think that's gonna be a problem any more."

You nod with the last of your strength, eager to show your desire for living with her, but sleep overtakes you forcefully, and the world falls away. Applejack looks down at you with a soft, loving expression, as the lantern light slowly flickers out, its job done. With a soft exhale, she makes herself comfortable on the hay, her full length still buried deep inside you. A drip of water shocks her briefly back to her senses, the rain coming in once again through the previously plugged hole.

With a glowing smile, she takes her hat from her head, and lightly places it atop your sleeping head, the dripping rain water splashing off the hat to keep you dry. With a final kiss of your neck, Applejack joins you in bliss filled sleep.

Author's Note

This is my first story on this new account. I very much hope you enjoy, and hope you enjoy Futa/M just as much as I do.
I apologize if this feels a little bit like a stream of conciousness and not better written, I just had to exersize this demon from my head and write the thing lmao.