Applejack Makes a Bet

by Vent Of Desire

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Non-consensual, Equestria Girls, Sex, Applejack, Human
Length: 1723

After bragging about her victories in a competition, Applejack makes a bet she might very well regret

After the Dodge Junction Iron Rider competition, Applejack heads to a bar to celebrate. As the drink loosens her lips, she starts bragging and angering the other patrons. When the bartender makes a bet with her, her pride leads her to accept. Little does she realize the full consequences.

Published 2022-07-17 16:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2022-07-17 16:50:01 UTC

Applejack Makes a Bet

Author's Note

This is just porn. I wrote this to vent horny frustration and desire. I do not condone the actual acts, I just got horny, wanted to write, and this came out. Might write more in the future to do the same.

All Characters are 18+

Applejack Makes a Bet

Top Shelf normally would be happy on this night. The Iron Rider competition here in Dodge Junction always brought in a lot of business. People coming in to celebrate victories and be in camaraderie with the other townsfolk. Tonight though, things were different.

Every competition, every gold, every event, was won by the blonde at the one end of the bar.

Any other night, Top Shelf would love to have a bombshell like her there. She had shoulder length hair, bright green eyes, richly tanned skin, and freckles. On her head rested a stetson hat, not that anyone would notice that first about her outfit. Her flannel shirt was tied up almost like a bikini top, showing plenty of cleavage of her D cups. Her well toned stomach lead down to wide hips and a shapely apple bottom clad in cut jean shorts that ended just below her cheeks with just a hint of a red thong peeking beyond the waistband.

Tonight though, instead of guys taking out their wallets to pay for her drinks, most guys just glared at her or left in anger. At least he would make a decent buck off her since she was celebrating with a lot of his best stuff, but still.

“Can’t wait to show all the folks back home those medals,” the girl, Applejack said slightly tipsy to Top Shelf as he got her another drink. “Some of my friends were placing bets on how many gold I’d get but I doubt anyone guessed a full sweep!”

Another customer, one of the competitors, growled and left the bar after slamming some money on the counter.

“What’s his problem?” Applejack questioned. Top Shelf glared at her as he set her next drink down.

“His problem is a bragging little upstart outsider who got lucky in her first competition and won’t shut up about it!”

Applejack looked up a bit indignantly.

“Luck? Please! Just because I out did y’all out there doesn’t mean it’s luck. It’s all skill. From ropin to ridin.”

Top Shelf looked ready to blow when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. The old mechanical bull that he had set up in the corner with the record times on it, the best on the highest setting being a full minute. An idea started forming in his head. It might cost him, but if he won, he would make out like a bandit.

“Well then, how about you put your money where your mouth is?”

“What do ya mean?”

“If you can beat the record on that mechanical bull. Your bill for the night is cleared. If not, you pay double.”

Applejack considered it for a moment, but taking a long swig from her drink she looked up with determination in her eyes.

“You’re on!”

As she got up and walked to the bull, a lot of the guys finally were able to put their frustration aside and pay attention to the cowgirl’s body. Many guys gave quick whistles which she just waved off as she climbed on top of the bull. Top Shelf handed her a paper on a clipboard, having her sign a basic waiver. Once that was taken care of, he stepped to the side and turned on the bull on max.

Applejack gasped in shock as the machine started a lot rougher than she thought. She barely got a grip on the saddle handle but just caught herself before she was flung off. The guys in the bar watched with leers and grins as they watched her tits bounce with each jerking motion.

Top Shelf smirked as he hoped the cameras were catching this. The one thing that no one paid attention to in the waiver was that he could sell pictures and videos of the attempts. Usually it was funny failures but tonight…

That was when the crowd began seriously cheering. Looking up from the machine, Top Shelf went wide eyes as he saw the knot tying Applejack's shirt come undone as her d cups spilled free. The jiggling and shaking got more intense as her bare tits shook freely.

Applejack stared out at the crowd as the bucking continued. Seeing the guys cheering, she smirked. She could easily win this bet! Then she saw the bartender smiling as well. Why would he…

Looking down, she saw her tits bouncing free. Tanned skin with clear tan lines.

Gasping, and on pure instinct she reached up to cover her breasts right as the bull kicked forward, sending her over the horns. One horn snagged her shorts and thong right around the waist. After a few more moments of bucking and moving, she was flung away, landing on the ground before the crowd who cheered in joy.

Applejack rubbed her head before realizing her predicament. Men whistled and took pictures even as she crossed her legs and covered herself as best she could with her knees. She managed to tie her top back up and stood, one hand holding her pussy with the other tried in vain to hide her fat apple bottom.

She turned to try and get her thong and shorts but they were gone from the horns.

“Someone give me my pants back!” She shouted, not that she got anyone offering them.

“Well missy,” Top Shelf walked up with a smile. “Did you see the score?”

Applejack paled and looked at the timer. 58 seconds.

“Oh come on! My tits popped out! Once I get my pants I can try again and-“

“Nope,” Top said. “You lost, now it’s time to pay up.”

He held up a bill for her and she went wide eyed.

“This…this can’t be right!”

“You’re right. This is before doubling it.”

Her mouth fell open.

“I…I don’t have that on me. If I could get to my hotel room and get the prize money-“

“And possibly cheat me out of the money? I can’t have that.”

“But how can I-“

“I suppose if any of these gentlemen could help you out.”

Applejack looked around at the crowd, seeing mostly her competitors looking at her lecherously. A look was shared and they all smirked.

“We’ll all help…if she puts that bragging mouth to good use.”

Applejack stared at the one who spoke, and couldn’t believe what she heard, or how in her alcohol addled mind she was considering it.

“So what’s it gonna be?” Top asked. “The cops or the cocks?”

She blushed at that, before she growled out.

“Fine.” She couldn’t get arrested. The fees would be even more and that’s if she got out of jail time.

The bar all cheered as she was roughly pushed to her knees. One man got in front of her and undid his belt, pulling his cock out. Applejack gasped at the sight as he took that chance to shove it into her mouth.

Gagging, she began bobbing her head back and forth. As she did so, two guys took her hands and wrapped them around their cocks. Thinking the more she got them going this way, the less she’d have to suck, she didn’t protest and actively began pumping their cocks.

She did pull back and protest when a pair of hands reached from behind her and pulled her tits out to grope, but the first guy grabbed her head and slammed his cock back down her throat. She choked and slobbered as she tried to regain her rhythm.

After a few minutes of her throat being abused, the man pulled out and told the one guy to move his hands. Her face and tits were painted with hot seed making her gasp in shock. Before she even had a second, one cock left her hand and took the place in her mouth, this one shorter but much thicker. Her hand wasn’t empty too long as she started pumping another cock.

“You like cock you farm slut?”

She couldn’t respond, but jumped as a hand firmly and roughly smacked her ass. She groaned around the cock which got a laugh from the crowd.

“She likes spankings!” They all cheered and guys began slapping and groping her rear.

Load after load, some swallowed, some on her face and tits, and some who jerked their loads onto her back and ass, she finally took the last load. Top Shelf himself groaned as he felt his orgasm coming on. He lightly shoved an exhausted Applejack back and she landed spread eagle as he blew his load on her exposed pussy.

“I think that should more than cover it,” he said as the drunk and cum coated woman fumbled to tie her top up. “Now head on out.”

“But…my pants!”

“Not my problem.” Top Shelf motioned for an employee to get the mop for the spot Applejack had been laying. After a few weak protests, Applejack grabbed her hat and with one hand covering her crotch and the other holding her hat over her ass, she bolted from the bar.

Top shelf smirked as he went to the back room. He had some dvds to burn and a call to make. He needed to see if he could get a custom medal made.

Week Later

Applejack opened the package she got. She turned red when she saw what was inside. Sitting on top was a gold medal with a pair of lips opening for a cock emblazoned on it. Top Cock Sucker was carved into it.

Under it was a dvd with her standing next to the mechanical bull before she mounted it. It didn’t take a genius like Twilight to tell what was on it. Then she saw the note.

Hey Applejack

This is Top Shelf. Congrats on yet another gold medal. We thought since your friends couldn’t see your other performances, we would show them your best one yet. We didn’t know who your friends were so we just sent them out to everyone in your hometown. No need to brag about your latest medal, they all will already know.