Sowing Seeds

Anon shifted and rolled to his side, slipping an arm around Applejack while pressing his chest to her back. With the fall season upon them, work in the orchard had really ramped up over the last few weeks. Early mornings and late evenings were common, picking apples and loading carts from the harvest, but there was one thing he always had to look forward to - snuggling with his marefriend before drifting off to sleep.

“Think we’ll get any rain tomorrow?” he asked, almost hoping for an excuse to have a day off.

AJ shook her head and peeked back at him, smiling ever so slightly. “Nah. Even if’n the weather starts to turn sour, I’ll pull a few strings with Rainbow Dash.”

His smile wavered from the news. Though he loved her to pieces, her work ethic was relentless - still, she had a few weaknesses that may be able to change her mind. It was a bit of a risky gambit, realizing that she may well put a swift end to his scheme, but he couldn’t help but try his luck. Slowly, cautiously, he slid his hand down her side and to her toned, juicy flank.

He would have said she was a mare like any other, yet that wasn’t exactly the case. Shortly after finding himself in Equestria, he’d discovered that the magical kingdom held a number of differences to Earth. Aside from a myriad of talking, colorful creatures, sorcery, and the periodic incursion of villainy, his new home had a third variety of sex - futas.

Fidgeting in place, she knit her brow and stared back at him. “Don’t think Ah don’t know what you’re doin’...”

“What?” he innocently replied, massaging and softly squeezing her tush and upper thigh. “I’m just trying to help you relax!”

“Hog wash,” she grumbled, turning away yet remaining where she was.

As he bit back a grin, his fingers wandered into the cleft of her tush. Futas, or dickmares as he’d heard them called, were a mystical amalgam of both sexes. Looking like mares, while having the endowment of stallions, they were unique in a number of ways - not the least of which being they had an immeasurable libido. If there was one thing that he could use to distract the hard-working pony from her labors, it would be tickling her libido.

AJ kept her eyes closed and relished the feeling of his digits against her coat, praying he wouldn’t notice the stallionhood slipping from her sheath. Had she been laying with anypony else, she would have bucked them off the bed, told them off, then gotten some shuteye by her lonesome, yet that wasn’t the case. Several months prior, back before she’d met Anon, she never would have thought she’d end up in a romantic relationship with an honest to goodness alien - nevertheless, that’s precisely what fate had held in store for her.

Things had started innocently enough, with the family taking him in and giving him a job on the farm, but it wasn’t long before she’d found herself joking and hitting it off with the tall biped. He was funny, handsome in a strange way, and he hadn’t been bothered in the slightest when he’d discovered she was more than just a mare - a fact that she’d found immediately endearing and thrilling. Most stallions were a bit gun-shy to get frisky with somepony like herself, but not Anon - not in the slightest.

“What time is it?” he asked, his fingers mere inches from her moistening entrance.

Without opening her eyes, she snorted. “Time for you to quit your foolin’ around and get some - Mmmm…”

Her hoof shot to her muzzle to stifle herself, but it was too late. A thrilled shiver shot through her, she felt her marehood wink, and her heart skipped a beat, but those weren’t what bothered her - what bothered her was that, despite her best attempts to hide her arousal, he would instantly know how worked up she was. She risked a glance back at him and saw his smug grin, before she rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Fine,” she groaned, lifting her hind leg to give him access to her goods. “Ain’t no talkin’ sense into ya, so Ah might as well let please yourself…”

“Please - like you don’t love it,” he chuckled, withdrawing his hand.

Grabbing her shoulder, he slid back and rolled her onto her opposite side to face him. Playing with her from behind was all well and good, but being able to see her face, not to mention the rest of what she was packing, would be more fun for the both of them. His hand glided down her belly, past her semi, rigid length, and over her plump, silky-smooth balls to caress the velvety folds of her lower lips.

While it was true that he’d been a bit surprised to find out she was rocking a full set of equipment, having a package like a stallion and a marehood, yet the revelation had done little to detract from his interest in her - if anything, he found it rather exciting. For all intents and purposes, she was a mare - a hoydenish, well-hung mare, but a mare nonetheless, and he considered himself lucky to have her as a lover. Guided from feel alone, his middle and ring fingers slid up her entrance and to her bulging clit.

“What’d I do to deserve a mare like you?” he whispered, brushing a bang of golden mane from her suddenly blushing face.

She averted her gaze, feeling her cheeks darken, and fought the urge to buck against his hand. “Are we gonna have a roll in the hay or are ya gonna sweet talk me all night?”

For the overwhelming majority of her life, she’d put her family and the farm first and foremost - shucks, up until Twilight moved to town, she didn’t even have many ponies she’d considered friends! Being practically flung into a relationship with Anon was incredible, she wouldn’t deny that, but she’d be the first to admit that she was still adjusting to having a big, two-legged coltfriend. Feeling the bed shift, she looked back at him just in time to have him kiss the tip of her nose.

The small peck to her snout, paired with the blissful sensations radiating from her sex, fractured her composure. Giving a small thrust, she ground her loins against his finger while her stallionhood jerked up and smacked her belly. Darned if she knew if all dickmares had it so bad, but it was hard to get a decent night of shuteye without relieving herself - something her special somepony was all too happy to help her with.

“Poor fella looks excited,” he mused, peering down at her imposing length, “maybe I should…”

He trailed off as his fingers slid from her marehood and to her twitching backdoor. Her treacherous pucker excited flexed, her marehood winked, and her dick slapped against her stomach a second time, knowing full well what he had planned. One of, if not the best carnal aspect about being a dickmare was that she had a very, very sensitive prostate, one which ached at the thought of being massaged.

She silently waited a hoofful of seconds, feeling his digit circle the silken ring of flesh, before her patience wore thin. “If’n you’re gonna get me warmed up, quit your teasin’!”

He reached out and stroked her cheek, leaning forward and bringing his face to within an inch of her snout. “If you say so, Sugar…”

The moment the word passed his lips, he sank his fingers into her rear and deeply kissed her. Her eyes shot wide for a fleeting instant, she tensed from hoof to head, and she quietly gasped, seconds before her eyelids fluttered. It was hard for him to pick a favorite thing about her, but getting her riled up and playing with her had to be near the top of that list. Curling his digits and feeling for her p-spot, he gingerly rubbed the delicate bulb and groaned into her muzzle.

Being a man in a land filled predominantly with quadrupeds had its advantages - amongst which having a pair of upper limbs perfectly made to grope, squeeze, and caress a lover. He released his head and lowered his free arm, moving his hand past her hip and to her groin. Gently fondling her ripe, juicy nuts, feeling just how fat and full they were, he sank his tongue into her mouth and softly moaned.

His arousal mirrored hers, causing his manhood to excitedly press against her tool. While he hadn’t really planned on their evening taking an amorous turn, especially since they did have work in the morning, he wasn’t about to let a golden opportunity slip through his grasp. Only after he felt the warm slickness of her pre-cum against his cock did he relent, wriggling back and forming a gap between them.

“Wha…why’d ya…” she sputtered as he pushed himself up and crawled to the foot of the bed.

“Because,” he quietly explained, prizing her hind legs apart and creeping between them, “if you’re going to do a job, you do it right…”

There were times in life when it was preferable to let one’s actions speak for themself - for Anon this was precisely the case. Though they’d showered shortly before laying down for the night, the heady, ambrosial scent of her nethers wafted to his sinuses. Like a divine cocktail of masculine musk and delicate, feminine perfume, her natural scent was phenomenal and all the inspiration he needed to continue.

Realizing what he was up to, AJ rolled fully onto her back and stared down her chest at him. Sweet, merciful Celestia - she wasn’t sure how she’d managed to wrangle such a perfect coltfriend, but be darned if she didn’t thank her lucky stars that he’d come into her life. Not only was he willing to accept her for who and what she was, but he seemed downright smitten with her body. Her hot breath fogged the cool air, as he closed his eyes, moved past her throbbing endowment, and wrapped his lips around her left teat.

Suckling her petite bosom, he fingered her ass and affectionately kneaded her cum-tanks. Quite literally, she was a sexual jungle gym. With her succulent marehood, taut ass, soft breasts, and an absolutely magnificent stallionhood to play with, it was always a struggle for him to settle on where to start. Putting his hands and mouth to work, gingerly nibbling on her nipple, he put himself to task.

As unbelievable as it was, it took him no time at all to learn how to best get her off - that said, his intimate knowledge of her was a blessing and a curse. It wasn’t uncommon for him to tease or edge her, bringing her just to her limit before backing away, and she was powerless to stop him. Excluding a few experimental moments in her youth, she’s saved herself for someone just like him.

“Right there,” she breathed, trembling as he pressed upon her tender p-spot.

She rested her fetlocks on his broad shoulders and bucked her hips, grinding her length against his cheek. There was no other way to put it, he had her right where he wanted her. It wouldn’t surprise her in the slightest if he’d wanted to get her all riled up, pushing her to get a bit of action, but she was past the point of being upset. Having closed her eyes to fixate on the bliss he afforded, she was caught off guard when he withdrew from her breast and drew his tongue up the underside of her length.

It made sense that he knew just what to do with a pecker, seeing as how he had one himself, yet his enthusiasm for playing with her stallionhood was shocking. Even though she tended to be on the receiving end of things, he’d eagerly give her-reach arounds or suck her off without the slightest bit of prompting. As he steadily moved to the very tip of her cock, stopping just shy of the head, she risked a glance down at him.

The moment she opened her eyes, he opened his mouth and began nursing on her stallionhood. Like a spring loaded trap, acting on their own, her fetlocks snapped around the back of his head while she drove her hips upward. Her marehood and clit were plenty sensitive, but the end of her dick was in a league all its own.

With her eyes upon him, sensing herself nearing the edge, she drew a shuddering breath. “D…don’t stop…”

Anon ran his tongue around her cock-head and hummed, having no intention of bringing the impromptu blowjob to an end. It was a bit embarrassing, and he hadn’t spoken a word of it to anyone, but he secretly loved playing with her equipment. A regular girl or mare could fake a climax, but not AJ - not in the slightest. Pulsing against his tongue, its tip gradually expanding outward, her tool affirmed his suspicions - she was close.

His fingers were a blur, his lips mopped the first few inches of her shaft, and his tongue caressed the swelling flare in his mouth, while he hastened his pace. There was no real need to rush anything, but the thought of earning a mouthful of her rich cream excited and spurred him on. As he jammed a third finger into her backdoor and fiercely pressed on her not-so-little cum button, he finally got what he wanted.

She rammed her forehooves over her muzzle, trying and failing to muffle her rapturous mewling, but it was no use. Her whimpers of delight were a sweet melody, though not as sweet as the hot, cloying foal-batter that erupted into his mouth and down his throat. He’d always heard the phrase cum like a horse, but it wasn’t until he’d experienced his first money shot with AJ did he understand the full meaning of it.

Try as he might to swallow down the influx, her output was simply too much. Hot jizz spurted past his lip and out his nose, as she came like an absolute geyser. Quickly retracting his hand from under her, he grabbed the base of her length and began stroking her off. He’d always made a point of making sure to milk every drop of essence out of her, and he wasn’t about to break his stellar track record.

The throes of her rapture gradually subsided, her limbs relaxed, and she heaved air into her chest, staring blankly up at the ceiling - only then did he rear back and swallow down the final shot of her spunk. As simple as it may have sounded, making her happy made him happy, so he wouldn’t have minded in the slightest to crank one out, change the sheets, then get some rest - unfortunately for him, her tenacity wouldn’t let that happen. She shifted and squirmed away from him, flopped over onto her stomach, and unsteadily pushed herself up.

“C’mon now,” she rasped, pressing her chest to the blanket as she raised her waist and braced her hind legs. “Ya didn’t think Ah wouldn’t return the favor ~ did ya?”

His manhood twitched at the sight of her immaculately presented backside. Bathed in moonlight, she was just as beautiful and captivating as ever, prompting - no, demanding he act. He reared back into a kneeling position and shuffled closer, reaching out and grabbing her full hips as he brought his cock to bear.

“Just one second,” he softly remarked, momentarily pausing to coax some pre-cum from his length. Considering how worked up she was, her nectar dribbling to the sheets, he’d have no need to fumble about in the dark for a bottle of lube. “You ready?” he asked, kissing his dick to her entrance.

She simply smirked over her shoulder and threw her body backward, impaling herself on him in one swift, merciless motion. In the blink of an eye, the chill air around his shaft was replaced by the sweltering, velvety sensation of her depths, drawing a small whimper from him. Even having hilted his entirety, she bucked back against him while quietly snickering.

“You gonna make me do all the work, partner?” she playfully taunted, constricting around him.

He grinned from ear to ear, seized her hips, and steadied himself, before thrusting into her. Like many nights before, and many nights surely to come, their little trysts often held an almost competitive element, though not an overly aggressive one. Having kicked things off with a bit of teasing, they slowed to relish the experience as lovers.

In and out, forward and back, Anon fell into a slow, steady rhythm of rutting her. Her contented expression and the view of her rump, seeing her lower lips being drawn out and stuffed back in, vied for his attention. He never would have thought he’d end up dating, let alone bedding a species different than his own - then again, he wasn’t complaining in the slightest.

The pelvic control she had was leagues beyond anything a human woman could ever dream of attaining. Hot, slick, and remarkably snug, her confines could relax to let him plunge in with ease or bear down with enough force to fight his backstrokes - on top of that, she wasn’t afraid to put her body to work. On more than one occasion, she’d pinned him to the bed and ridden him, putting the paradigm of a cowboy and their faithful steed on its head, but not tonight.

“Havin’ - Nnnnn - fun?” she cooed, flicking her tail to the side.

He licked his lips, the taste of her spunk still dancing over his taste buds, and nodded. “You know it, babe.”

As much as he would have liked to rut her missionary, being able to see her face and kiss while they did the deed, doing her doggy had benefits of its own. For starters, the sight of her toned back, rear, and shoulders was like something out of a wet dream, as were the occasional glances she’d shoot him - secondly and no less importantly, holding her hips was a strong point in and of itself. Adjusting his positioning and the angle of his plunges, he ground his length across her g-spot.

“Mmmmmmm,” she groaned, her movements faltering.

Without breaking pace, he bent forward at the waist, slipped his hands up her frame, and draped himself over her back. Of all the benefits there were to dating a pony, their coat had to be one of the best. Soft and astonishingly warm, her coat heated his chest while his thrusts sent her rocking forward.

Her eyes drifted closed, as her mind wandered. Though she’d never been with a stallion before, she’d bought a dildo or two for herself over the years to help her deal with her heat. She’d always thought that the sex-toys felt great, the way they scraped against her insides and beat against her womb, but her opinion of the meticulously sculpted lengths of silicone had nosedived the moment she’d become intimate with Anon.

Simply put, as inexplicable as it seemed, the man’s endowment seemed to be made for her. The softly rounded tip, the spear-like length, and the girthiness were all perfect, resting in something of a Goldilocks zone for her - not too thin, not too long, but just right. There wasn’t anything wrong with using a dong - shucks, she’d done it a few times when Anon had been out of town, but it was no comparison to the real McCoy.

Besides having a phenomenal member, Anon was a lover beyond compare. He was affectionate, his libido matched her own, he’d never turned down any of her requests, and his endurance was in a league of its own; while most stallions couldn’t last more than a minute in the bedroom, the man could go on for what felt like a small eternity. As much as she didn’t want to get ahead of herself, not wanting to jinx her chances, she silently hoped that eventually, if their relationship continued to strengthen, he’d pop the question and propose. Getting his timing down, she pushed back to meet his plunges.

Anon set his jaw and struggled to restrain himself, but it was one hell of a fight. The combination of her fragrance, the sight of her, the sensation of her silken canal, and the sound of her panting breaths were electrifying to a fault. Try as he might to hold himself back, he moved harder and faster with every passing second.

In spite of the differences of their species, moments like these were what they lived for. Two bodies made one, lost with one another in a sea of bliss. Moving in concert with one another, they reflected and amplified one another’s mounting zeal. A steady Plap Plap Plap of their colliding bodies, the duet of their pleased moans and grunts, and the steady creaking of the bed beneath them culminated in a sinful symphony, while they did what they could to satisfy each other.

Though she’d had an orgasm mere minutes prior, AJ could feel the telltale signs of another climax coming on. Her stalliohood acted of its own volition, slapping against her belly and adding yet another layer of pleasure to the experience. As amazing as it felt to surrender herself to him, she waded through her blissful haze - not for herself, but to tend to his needs. Her marehood fiercely gripped him with each withdrawal while relaxing on his plunges, relishing every vascular inch of his heavenly length. So help her, now that he’d poked the bear, she wasn’t going to stop until she’d earned his seed.

Faster and faster, harder and harder, they steadily transitioned from tender lovemaking to feverish, almost bestial fucking. Each had desires and urges they sought to sate, and their longings ran parallel. With Anon hammering her from behind, her tush rippling with each collision, things eventually came to their inevitable head.

“I…I can’t last much longer…” he stammered, his motions unceasing.

She twisted her head and gazed back at him, finding herself at a critical juncture. She’d always had him pull out before he finished, painting her back, belly, or face with his essence, but she was stricken with a sudden compulsion. She loved him with all her heart, and he’d confessed likewise to her on numerous occasions, so the time was right to make the final commitment to one another.

“Inside,” she bleated. “Breed me!!!”

Her plea didn’t fall on deaf ears, casting him past the threshold of no return. With a triumphant bellow, he hilted his length and bathed her interior with his scalding seed. She could practically see each virile shot baptizing her interior, millions upon millions of virile seed searching for a fertile ovum, and the thought pushed her past the brink. Howling out in rapture, she joined him in his bliss.

Seed gushed from her throbbing length, painting the bed sheets beneath her, while her marehood spasmed around his cock. In all her years, her lover was the only one who’d ever been able to get her off without so much as touching her stallionhood. She couldn’t care less that they’d have to change the linens, or that they’d need a shower before getting some shuteye, so she cherished the moment and the love of her life.

Without the slightest shred of doubt, the climax was the best Anon had ever experienced - so much so that he feared he wouldn’t be satisfied with anything else in the future. Turning his head and freeing one hand, he stroked her mane and turned her to face him. Their eyes met for but an instant, before they locked lips and hotly started making out. Their kiss lasted longer than their tandem orgasms, leaving them frenching while they were subsumed with a warm euphoria.

Only reluctantly did Anon pull back, disrupted by a particularly strong breeze from the cracked window. “About that early start tomorrow…”

“Ah reckon I can ask Dash for a bit of rain,” she tittered, clenching around his softening length, “but you’re still helping me load those bushels into the carts.”

“You got it,” he chuckled, kissing her cheek and holding her close, “darlin’...”

No matter what the weather was, what they were doing, or how exhausting their days were, they’d found something truly magical with one another. They may not have realized it, but it wouldn’t be long until fate would make them more than just lovers. Soon they would have a family, with a little colt and filly to call their own, and each would be all the more thankful for it…