Sowing Seeds

“Ah - Nnnph - Ah d…don’t know,” Applejack sputtered, her hips twitching.

Slowly, lovingly stroking her off, laying just beside her, Anon grinned. “Trust me, if you want to focus more on your marish side, this will help.”

She peered down her chest and watched his fingers glide up and down her length - the very same length that had caused her so much consternation. Her family, her friends - heck, everypony in town appreciated her for who and what she was, yet she’d never felt completely comfortable in her own skin. While some of the dickmares may have embraced having both a stallionhood and marehood, she wasn’t one of them.

Gnawing her lip, she tore her eyes off her crotch and peered over at her lover. “A…and ya said Ah gotta be soft for this?”

“Mmmhmm,” he hummed, gently running his thumb over the sensitive underside of her flare. “Just relax and enjoy this, because it’ll be the last time you have to worry about making a scene for a long, long time.”

Glancing down to his side, she spotted the odd little contraption resting next to his leg. She’d never even heard about chastity cages before, much less seen one, yet all that had changed after a rather embarrassing incident nearly a week ago. While she’d been out and about with her big, bipedal lover, she’d gotten a bit too excited because of his flattery; their shopping trip that day had been cut short, she’d ran back to the farm mortified, and that’s when Anon had offered to help with her less-than-inconspicuous endowment.

Staring down at the device, she was met once again with a wave of nervous excitement. If her lover was right, and she had no reason to doubt he was lying, the cage would keep her from getting erections and force her to rely on her marehood and backdoor for gratification. Her groin reflexively flexed at the thought of her impending denial, causing her stallionhood to jerk in Anon’s hand and sending pre-cum drooling over his fingers.

“Somepony’s getting close,” Anon whispered, shifting and bringing his face to her ear. “I wonder if you’ll leak this much after you’re locked up…”

As her heart began to beat harder and faster, mirroring the man’s stroking of her length, her thoughts raced. It wasn’t like she didn’t use her marish bits to get off - in fact, she preferred it, but it wasn’t until recently that she’d ever considered removing her stallionly anatomy from the equation. Giving a small, muted groan, she turned her head to face him.

“Y…you’re just tryin’ to get me riled up,” she rasped, her voice cracking.

He shook his head, smiled and sweetly caressed her cheek. “No, I’m just being honest. You’re my special little mare, and you know I’d do anything to make you happy.”

Leaning in, continuing to jack her off, he locked lips with her. Her eyelids fluttered as his tongue pressed into her snout. Moments like this, particularly as of late, were what she lived for. She still cared for her family, the orchard, and her friends, but Anon was the first creature to ever make her feel truly like a mare. Steadily approaching her limit, thrust past the threshold by his passion, she feverishly returned the kiss.

She braced her hind legs and bucked into his hand, realizing there was no point in holding herself back, as a wave of ecstasy overtook her. Hot, thick seed erupted from her length, spattering over her belly, chest, and her face, but she wasn’t bothered in the slightest. Taking a shower with Anon was the last thing she did every night before going to bed, one of the few things she looked forward to throughout the day, and this evening would be no different.

As her rapture gradually subsided, unable to keep her legs from quaking, her stallionhood steadily softened in the man’s grasp. He almost reluctantly pulled away, breaking their kiss and leaning to the side, and she opened her eyes. With her senses dulled from her climax, her thoughts a chaotic, euphoric blur, she watched as he picked up the device, separated it into two halves, and moved it to her groin.

Rubbing the contraption between his hands, he grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand. “You ready?”

With her expression faltering, she nodded. She knew what was coming, they’d waited for weeks to get the cage from a craftsmare in Canterlot, yet that did little to fully prepare her for the moment. As she spread her hind legs for him, giving him unfettered access to her nethers, she drew and held her breath. Within mere moments, one of her biggest headaches in the world would no longer be a problem.

Anon moved with the utmost of care, gingerly pulling her coin purse through a glistening metal ring of one half of the device while pressing the concave cap over the crown of her withering shaft. Equal parts fascinated and concerned, she watched the installation with awe. While she’d had some idea how it would look on somepony, actually seeing it constricting her package was an experience in and of itself.

Click

The subtle sound sent a shiver up her spine. “T…that’s it?”

“That’s it,” he repeated, lifting and twirling the small ring around his finger.

Peering down at the glimmering cage, she scrunched her snout. “Shucks - Ah just thought of something. What if somepony sees it while Ah’m out?”

“Luxuria made sure that wouldn’t be a problem,” he noted. Seeing the confused look on her face, he sighed. “Remember how we had to send in a strand of our hair when we ordered this?” he asked, prompting her to nod. “It’s tuned to us - we’re the only ones who can see it.”

“Huh,” she grunted, rolling over and getting to her hooves. “Ya know, it doesn’t really feel that uncomfortable!”

He laughed and swung his legs over the side of the bed. “Say that after tomorrow night - for now, let’s get ourselves a shower.”

Trotting along after him, after hopping from the bed, a tentative smirk graced her muzzle. It may take a little while to get used to the contraption, but she felt much, much better about her investment already. As she strolled into the bathroom and set the shower to warm, she mused on how much easier it would be to truly feel like a mare…