Sowing Seeds

Applejack buried her face in one pillow, quietly whimpering to herself as she straddled and uselessly humped a cushion beneath her. She knew the affair would accomplish nothing but dissatisfaction, doing little to address her arousal, but that was just the point. Anon would join her shortly, and she hadn’t the slightest bit of doubt that he’d scratch her sensual itch like nopony else ever could.

It had taken some time to acclimate to her cage, being stuck with the thing locked to her package almost constantly, yet she’d eventually embraced the denial the contraption afforded. She was a mare, she wasn’t supposed to be getting gratification whenever she pleased, and Anon had cemented that fact. Thinking back on her day, of the hours and hours she’d spent toiling in the orchard, she smeared the pillow between her muscular thighs with pre-cum.

Bucking apples, tending to the trees, helping her family with chores - there wasn’t a thing she did which didn’t constantly remind her that her stallionhood wasn’t available. The way the ring tugged at her balls, made all the more glaring by the cage restraining her tool, all but forced her to act more marish and composed - things which her lover rewarded her for. She giggled to herself, recalling how she’d slung lecherous juices to the grass while she was bucking apple trees earlier.

“Hope my special somepony is ready for something a little different,” Anon intoned, cracking the door and peeking in at her.

Turning to peer back at him, seconds from asking what the something different was, her eyes widened when she saw what he was holding. With Granny Smith, Mac, and Bloom away for the week visiting family in Manehattan, she’d half-expected him to saunter in buck naked - what she got was all the more jarring. Her mate was in the buff, yes, but it was the harness and dildo hanging from his hand that took her aback.

Waving at her, he crossed to the bed. “Make some room for me.”

Reluctantly doing as he asked, shuffling over and clearing the center of the bed, she cocked her head to the side. He had a perfectly good, perfectly functional pecker, so she couldn’t fathom what in the world he needed a strap-on for - that was unless he was going to try and awkwardly don the harness to put on a one-man double penetration act. As he crawled onto the mattress and sprawled onto his back, he extended an arm toward her.

“Here,” he instructed, “put this on.”

Though she took the strap-on from him, she was no less confused. While she preferred to bottom, and hadn’t been able to top him since he’d locked the cage to her, they used to be switches most of the time - still, that didn’t address her burning question. If he wanted to be on the receiving end of things, why had he brought a fake dong?

His hand shifted over to her head, tussling the mane above her knit brow, and he chuckled. “Tonight we’re going to explore your dominant side.”

“Ah…” she fell silent, all the more perplexed. “Anon, I could just -”

“Coult what?” he mused, cutting her off. “Mares need a strap-on if they want to do any fucking ~ right?”

She opened her mouth to reply, intent on continuing where she’d left off, but then his words sank in. She was a mare, she didn’t have anything to plow him with - not unless she used the toy he’d just brought in with him. Unable to keep herself from smiling, she sat the harness down, stepped into it, and reached back to pull it up her hind legs.

It was odd - while she realized she wouldn’t be able to feel much, aside from the base of the dildo bumping against her, the prospect of being on top tickled the domineering portions of her mind. As she got the harness into place, tightening the straps and settling the dong atop her chastity, she looked over as Anon invitingly spread and lifted his legs. Mounting him from behind had been a staple for them both, yet being able to look at his handsome face while they made love was easily her favorite position.

Wasting no time, grabbed the lube from their night stand, dashed to the foot of the bed, and got herself into position. She was too excited to give the minutia much thought, drizzling the thick, viscous liquid over the silicone length with her forehoof. Doing anything even remotely sexual with him was always rewarding, taking pleasure from the intimacy they shared, and she had no doubt that this time would be no different.

He extended his legs to either side of her, rested his ankles on her hips, and drew her in. The dildo wasn’t all that big, slightly smaller than her endowment when she was fully erect, which allowed her to slip into him with next to no effort. She lowered her head and looked down her chest, watching as the shaft steadily sank into him. Even though it wasn’t her dick, she could practically feel how tight he was.

She wasted no time, pulling back as soon as the sculpted balls of the dong bumped against him, and fell into a slow, steady rhythm of bucking. Her body moved instinctively, adjusting the angle of her thrusts to grind the shaft against his prostate, yet her suspicions had proved all too real; while her motions were the same as if she’d been actually screwing him, the lack of physical sensation she felt was disappointing.

Reaching up and lovingly pressing his hands to her cheeks, he lifted her head to look up at his face. “Hey - eyes up here. I want you to enjoy this…”

“How,” she quietly grunted, pursing her lips. “Ah can’t feel a darn thing.”

“Focus on your other senses,” he whispered, rhythmically flexing his legs and lending strength to her bucking hips. “You can do it, I know you can…”

Staring dead at him, she drew a deep breath, closed her eyes, and slowly exhaled. There was a logic to what he’d said, but it would be the first time she’d done anything erotic while robbing herself of something so pivotal. Tactile sensations were an important part of sex, leaving her to rely on less conventional means to sate her desires.

His scent flooded her sinuses, masculine, earthy, and sublimely intoxicating. She’d always liked the way he smelled, particularly after he’d finished a hard day’s work, so the musk rolling off of him definitely helped with her amorous mood. Every breath she took drew in the bouquet of sweat, sex, and their combined arousal, spurring her onward.

The sound of his heavy breaths and the steady drumbeat of their colliding bodies rang in her ears. He’d never been all that quiet while they made love, either whispering sweet nothings or quietly groaning and grunting, and the sounds he made never failed to give her goosebumps. Hearing his sensual noises, knowing she was one of, if not the only pony who would ever get to experience something so personal, fanned the flames of her lust.

She lowered her head and turned her eyes to the action. The colorful, carefully crafted length of pony cock glided in and out of his hole, drawing it out before stuffing it back in. Though it was definitely a bit more depraved, actually seeing the way his backdoor embraced her made her tingly all over. Regardless of whether the stallionhood she wielded was hers or a facsimile, the display caused pre-cum to seep from her cage.

Lowering her head, kissing her way over his chest and up his neck, the salty tang of his sweat coated her palate. She couldn’t speak for every pony in Equestria, but the taste of her lover was thrilling to a fault. As her lips met his, feeling his fingers glide through her mane, she drove her tongue into his awaiting mouth and deeply kissed him.

Without giving it any conscious thought, she moved faster and faster. She and Anon may have had their differences - heck, they were from completely different worlds, but they were practically made for each other. She was his mare, he was her human, and nothing would ever change that. Like two parts of a whole, they completed one another.

Harder and harder, faster and faster, she rutted him with everything she had. Her marehood and pucker eagerly winked, her clit twitched with excitement, and her nipples went erect, while her tongue warred with his. She couldn’t imagine a more capable lover in existence than him, and she thanked her lucky stars each and every day that they’d met.

She could have gone on plowing him for ages, relishing every second she had with him, yet things came to an eventual, albeit unexpected end. His legs tightened around her, forcing her to hilt him, as he groaned into her muzzle. The feeling of something hot painting her underbelly, suddenly realizing he’d climaxed, was the nail in her coffin.

Shaking and moaning, she came. Jizz spurted from her chastity, running down the dildo’s length and to Anon’s quivering hole, while her marehood sprayed juice to the bed sheets. The climax was simply perfect, everything she could have asked for and more. Riding out the tumultuous ecstasy with him, they made out as only true lovers could.

A small eternity passed before they both pulled away and stared into one another’s eyes. Neither said a word, not wanting to spoil the moment, as they rolled to one side. In a way, it was cathartic - the cage, the denial, the litany of kinky things they did together, they all served to elevate their relationship. Side by side, caressing one another, they smiled.

“I love you, my little mare,” he breathed.

Her hoof glided over his cheek and to the back of his head, pulling him closer. “I love you too…”

Exhausted, AJ and Anon lie side-by-side on the bed, anon asking AJ how her feminine orgasms were, and tells AJ he will now remove her chastity. AJ replies they were the best, and replies to Anon she will be okay wearing chastity for a few more days.