Sowing Seeds

Marching up the stairs, making a beeline for her room, Applejack quietly cursed to herself. The day was supposed to be easy, working in and around the homestead from dawn until dusk, yet things hadn’t gone smoothly - not in the slightest. After waking up from a very restful slumber, she’d trudged downstairs, helped herself to a cup of tea, then set off to the barn.

Once she’d tended to the chickens, ensuring they’d been fed and their eggs gathered, she rinsed herself off and prepared for her biggest chore. The farm produced all manner of apple products, from juice and cider to freshly baked pastries, but making applesauce was one of the more arduous affairs. The apples had to be cleaned, de-stemmed, sorted, and thrown into a large bucket to be crushed.

Everything had been going smoothly, her mashing several bushels of apples without incident, though things eventually took an extremely frustrating turn. As she stomped and ground the juicy fruit into paste, an odd ache began to wear at her nerves. All the movement and exertion, hopping and stamping her hooves over and over and over again, constantly jostled her chaste package; she tried to ignore it at first, focusing on the task at hoof, yet it quickly became too much to bear.

Had it been any other day, she would have taken a small break to relieve herself, running to a secluded corner of the orchard to rub one out, but that was no longer an option - heck, she couldn’t even ask Anon for a helping hand. Since her lover had accompanied Granny Smith to the doctor’s office, she was left to weather her mounting frustration all by her lonesome.

As if being pent up wasn’t bad enough, the full effects of her growing arousal quickly resulted in an even bigger problem. Stepping out of the bucket she’d been using to make apple sauce, she noticed a bead of pre-cum dangling from her cage. Leaking wouldn’t have been an issue if she’d been doing anything else, but the last thing she was going to do was taint their product with her amorous juices.

With a disgruntled snort, she’d marched back to the farmhouse and up to her room. Though she hadn’t used condoms with Anon in ages, she considered herself lucky that she still had a few of the prophylactics laying around - regrettably, using the things proved to be an infuriating affair. Since she couldn’t remove the chastity, she eventually resorted to slipping one of the rubbers over her locked cock.

While the condom did solve the issue, keeping any of her pre-cum out of the apples she was processing, it did nothing to address her bestial urges. No matter how she tried to distract herself, going so far as to dwell on disgusting, loathsome stallions that typically turned her stomach, she’d gotten more and more excited as the day drew on. By the time she’d finished the job, spending far, far longer than she would have liked, all she could think about was getting laid.

The sound of a door opening and closing downstairs wrenched her from her annoyed stupor. She instantly knew who’d gotten back home, recognizing the distinct sound of feet moving up the stairs, so she made herself ready. She scrambled to her hooves, leveled her ass at the doorway, and flicked her tail to the side. If Anon getting an unfettered view of her goods didn’t get him a little riled up, nothing would.

Sure enough, after only a hoofful of minutes, the man entered. He stood motionless, gazing at her juicy flanks, winking marehood, and dribbling package, before he peered over to her face. She knew something was wrong in an instant, seeing a mischievous grin creep across his features, and prayed he wasn’t in a teasing mood.

“Somepony a little pent up?” he sighed, shutting the door behind himself.

The question was obviously rhetorical, said with a subtle trace of sympathy, yet it caused her to grimace all the same. “Yeah…Yeah, you could say that…”

With a bag in one hand, he waved in her direction. “If that’s the case, roll over.”

She did as he asked without question, despite her irritation, and presented her belly. While she’d had no idea what his intentions for her were, she stared when she watched him pull several strips of leather from the bag he’d been brought in with him. Bondage was something they’d only ever experimented with, using rope only on very rare occasions, yet he’d apparently seen fit touch on the subject again.

Contentedly humming to himself, without a care in the world, he tied her legs to the four bed posts around her. It wasn’t like she was bashful with him, but being put in such a vulnerable state was slightly off-putting. Unable to budge, tugging at her bindings, she gasped when she realized the leather straps weren’t the only things he’d gotten from town.

He eased himself down at the foot of the bed, reached over, and ran a little metal ovoid up her thigh and to her lower abdomen. The touch of cool metal against her caused her to shiver, but that was only the beginning of her torment. After taping two of the objects to her teats, directly on her nipples, he brought a third to her groin.

The metal eggs started to furiously vibrate, sending waves of pleasure through her and causing her to writhe in agony. She’d heard there were kinky ponies out there who liked using toys like this, and now she knew why. Even though the sensation was dulled through her cage, the stimulation against her chaste stallionhood was astounding.

Running a vibrator over her endowment’s metal confines, dampening the device in her pre-cum, he snickered. “What’s this?”

She lifted her head and fought through the bliss, gazing down at him in confusion. “Huh?”

“This,” he clarified, tapping a finger to her cage, “what is it?”

“It’s - Mmmmph - it’s mah cock,” she grunted.

Shaking his head, he affixed the third egg to her cage, stood up, and walked to the side of the bed. “I think you’re a little confused. Mares don’t have a cock ~ do they?”

As her heart pounded in her chest, her mind ran rampant. He wasn’t wrong, most mares didn’t have a cock, but why was he asking her something so strange? Wriggling in place, feeling her marehood and backdoor hungrily clench, she released a shuddering breath. Having fully expected him to continue his teasing, maybe even offering his manhood for a blowjob, she was shocked when he seated himself next to her, unzipped his pants, and started languidly jacking himself off.

“Well?” he pressed.

“Ah…Ah d…don’t - Nnnf - know,” she stammered.

Leaning in and kissing her forehead, he smiled down at her. “You’re a mare ~ right?”

She fervently nodded, beset by waves of pleasure. “Y…yeah.”

“And good little mares use their clit to get off,” he affectionately noted. “In the future, if I’m not around, maybe you’ll remember that if I’m not available.”

Her jaw flapped uselessly, the rapture coursing through her was maddening, and her bindings were inescapable. It wasn’t common for her to be away from him, but such instances did happen from time to time - as such, so long as she couldn’t get off in a conventional way, the vibrators would let her blow off some steam without him present. Closing her eyes and fixating on the alien sensations washing over her, she bit her lower lip.

This was how mares were supposed to masturbate. Bucking up and into the toy fasted to her cage, she lost herself to the moment. Her nipples were so hard that they hurt, her marehood convulsed and gripped at nothing, and her stallionhood - no, her clit felt incredible. She never would have guessed that getting off in such a way would be as fantastic as it was, yet the assault on her senses left no room for doubt - this was how she was meant to get off.

Little by little, bit by bit, her attempts to free herself subsided. Though she couldn’t move much, she thrust her hips and sought more of what the vibrator had to offer. She gazed longly at Anon, watching him brazenly jack off while watching her listlessly fidget and pant beside him; it was definitely one of the stranger masturbatory sessions they’d had, but it somehow made her rapturous torture even more intense.

Even if she’d wanted to, she wouldn’t have been able to resist the welling tide of ecstasy. Her heart thundered in her chest, he panted and groaned, and she barreled toward release like a freight train. If Anon had intended to make her cum all over herself, that’s exactly what he was going to get.

With a guttural groan, her legs tensing, she blew her load. Like a tapped geyser, spunk sailed and sputtered from her cage while climactic nectar flowed from her depths. It was an orgasm like none other, the first she’d ever truly had as a mare, and it filled her with inexplicable glee. As something hot and sticky spattered over her face, she turned and opened her mouth.

“Good mare,” Anon grunted, painting her face with his foal-batter.

Licking his essence from her lips, grinning like a fool, she weakly giggled to herself. He never failed to surprise her, keeping her on her hooves with what felt like an endless supply of wondrously depraved ideas, but this had to be one of the best he’d had to date. With her climax concluded, the vibrations on her teats and cage feeling more intense than ever, she cleared her throat.

“So - uh - you wanna help a mare out?” she falteringly purred.

Standing beside her, he slipped out of his pants. “I’d love nothing more…”