Sowing Seeds

by Some Leech

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Fetish, Profanity, Sex, Human, Applejack, Anon, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance
Length: 10210

Having a hard-working marefriend is nice, but having a well-equipped, hard-working marefriend is even better...

As weird as it might sound, Anon doesn't have any complaints about his life in Equestria - sure, the place has its ups and downs, but he has a lot going for him. Not only did he manage to get a decent job and a roof over his head, but he somehow managed to bag one of the sweetest, most tireless mares in all of Ponyville as a marefriend! He thought he had it all, until he discovered that the apple of his eye was sporting a bit of extra hardware...

Kinks Include: Male on Futa, Full-Package Futa, Vaginal, Anal, Oral, Chastity, Sex-Toys, Strap-On Over Chastity, Teasing, Interspecies, Multiple Money Shots, and a Loving Relationship

Artwork by Zombie Doly (Twitter @Punky_mouse)
Commissioned by MKog

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Published 2023-12-13 21:20:03 UTC
Last updated 2023-12-13 21:20:03 UTC

Chapter 1

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…

Chapter 2

“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…

Chapter 3

AJ lounged on the bed, her brow knit and ground her thighs together in frustration. For all intents and purposes, she’d had a pretty relaxed day; she and Anon had brought some apples into town, ran a few errands, and eventually returned home with groceries for the family - still, as uneventful as everything had been, she’d grown increasingly frustrated since getting up that morning.

Waking up to find her package caged had been odd, but that hadn’t been the problem - the problem had begun the moment she stepped hoof out of the door. Though she was fully aware that nopony could see the metal affixed to her groin, the thought alone of traipsing about while the contraption was locked to her was both thrilling and stressful. As the hours had dragged on, doing her best to act naturally, a second, far more alarming issue had reared its ugly head - she’d started getting excited.

She never considered herself an exhibitionist by any means, still getting embarrassed when trying to act seductive for her lover, yet there was something about being in public while caged that tickled a part of her she didn’t know she had. The more aroused she got, the more uncomfortable the device got - the more uncomfortable she became, the more she yearned to flee back to the house with Anon for some relief. It was a vicious cycle, leaving her weary and desperate for some well-deserved satisfaction from her mate.

Adjusting herself, propping her back on the pillows under the headboard while splaying her legs, she stared down at her crotch in consternation. There were only two ways she could get off, either by using a dildo, something she didn’t own, or with Anon’s help - fortunately for her, having sensed her tense state, her lover had been more than happy to help her out. Her eyes shot to the bedroom door, hearing a pair of unmistakable footsteps from just outside, and her heart skipped a beat.

“Sorry,” he sighed, seeing himself in and closing the door behind himself. “Granny Smith wanted me to bring in a bag of oats.”

“It’s - uh - it’s fine,” she remarked, awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck. “So did you have anything specific in mind, or -”

“Face down, ass up,” he interrupted with a smirk.

Glowering over at him, she squinted. “So that’s how it is ~ huh? No warmup, no teasing - just gonna cut right to the chase and rut me like a…”

She trailed off as he pulled a long, thick dildo from out of his pants. There weren’t many times in her life when she’d been left dumbfounded, but this was definitely one of them. Rolling over and getting onto her belly, doing her best not to squish her coin purse between her thighs, she pressed her chest to the bedspread, arched her back, and swung her rear to the door. Buck it - if he wanted to spice things up with a sex toy, she was game.

“Mmm Mmm Mmm,” he approvingly hummed, wandering over and fetching a bottle of lube from their nightstand drawer. “Am I gonna have fun with you…”

Peeking over and watching him lubricate the dildo, she swallowed hard. Darned if she knew exactly where he was going to stick it, but she was too turned on to ask. She spread and braced her hind legs as he crawled onto the bed, tracking him with her eyes all the while. As his face disappeared behind her upturned rump, she quickly discovered exactly what he’d been planning to do with the dildo.

She jammed a forehoof to her snout, stifling a startled yelp, and held herself steady as the cool, slick toy prodded her backdoor. While she wasn’t a stranger to anal, the sensation of something other than Anon’s manhood against her was odd - not in a bad way, but it would take some getting used to. The pressure against her pucker gradually mounted, she steadily exhaled, and the toy slipped into her depths.

The rounded tip of the dildo glided over her prostate, sending a drop of pre-cum through her cage. It had only been a day since she’d been put in chastity - actually less than a full day, yet the excitement from earlier, the tinge of discomfort, and knowing she was about to get plowed like a field in spring was enough to leave her exceptionally desperate. Throwing her ass back, hilting herself on the toy, she came to a shuddering halt when she felt something warm between her lower lips.

“Patience,” he snickered, patting and grabbing her waist with his free hand. “Such a needy little mare. Don’t worry, I’ll give you everything you need…”

The moment he finished speaking, he thrust his hips forward and buried his manhood in her snatch. She’d had her ass played with more times than she could count, her marehood had been practically remolded by Anon’s cock, yet having both of her holes filled was in a blissful league all its own. A slatternly moan escaped her, drool crept past her lips, and she instinctively tightened around his shaft as he started lazily screwing her.

She’d heard that double-penetration was an intensely pleasurable experience, but the stories didn’t do it justice. The feeling of fullness was indescribable, setting her nerves alight. She would have been happy if he’d simply fucked her himself, yet he’d had bigger, far better plans in store. Gripping the base of the toy, he angled it downward to crush her tender p-spot.

“Oh buck,” she mewled, shaking from the tips of her hooves to the top of her head.

If he was having any trouble juggling the dildo and fucking her, he gave no sign - if anything, he seemed more energetic than he usually did in bed. Pumping the silicone length with one hand, while pumping his hips and rubbing her back, he delivered his promise with startling ease. He’d said he would give her everything she needed, and he did just that.

One of the brighter sides about being a dickmare was that she had more erogenous zones than most, having both a prostate and a g-spot within her silken depths. Under ordinary circumstances, her endurance with amorous affairs was top tier, and it wasn’t uncommon for her to outlast Anon for a round or two, but the circumstances were far from ordinary. Even though access to her tool had been fully negated, she was skyrocketing to her limit within mere minutes.

“Good mare,” he cooed, leaning over and kissing her collar. “You gonna cum for me when I breed you?”

The dirty talk did nothing to hinder her rapidly approaching climax, nor did the steady Plap Plap Plapof his balls slapping her taut coin purse. Doing her darnedest to give as good as she got, constricting around him on his backstrokes while relaxing on his plunges, her body rebelled against her. Her knees buckled and threatened to give out, she quietly whimpered with his every thrust, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Chastity or not, she teetered on the brink.

Seconds stretched to minutes and longer still, as his carnal assault stretched into what felt like a small eternity. Slipping a hoof under herself, instinctively reaching for her groin, her frog graced the warmed, pre-cum slickened metal of her cage. The frustration of being unable to finish herself off, reminding her that she couldn’t touch herself if she wanted to, was what ultimately did her in.

She threw her head back and howled, every muscle about her well-built frame seizing and shivering uncontrollably, as cum gushed from her trapped stallionhood. The overwhelming bliss that consumed her was like nothing she’d ever experienced before, somehow more intense than if she’d actually used her cock at all, and she nearly blacked out because of it. Anon’s pace quickened to that of a jackhammer, driving her body forward and back, while he sought to join her through the gates of nirvana.

While she couldn’t say exactly how much longer he ended up fucking her, she climaxed another two times before everything was said and done. Grunting and slavering all over herself, relishing the heat and warmth of the seed flooding into her, she collapsed and heaved air into her chest. To say it was an incredible experience would have been an understatement, and that had been after only a single day of wearing her cage.

Shudderingly lifting her head, once he’d pulled his cock from her winking cunt, she exhaustedly watched him get to the floor and walk to the bathroom. Though she couldn’t see it, she could feel his essence pouring from her gaped, suddenly vacant marehood, down her inner thigh, and to the blanket beneath her. Had he been anypony else, she doubted she’d have been left in such a pitiful state - mercifully for her, thank Celestia, that wasn’t the case. He smiled back at her from the bathroom door, slowing as he cleared his throat.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered, “I’ll get you cleaned up. Just bask in it for a bit.”

“A…all right,” she muttered, barely able to form the words.

She needed a shower, she was going to need sleep, and the bed sheets were a mess, but she couldn’t move even if she’d wanted to. Left to his caring, very capable hands, she concentrated on collecting herself and making sense of what had just happened. If being in chastity for a day had been like this, she couldn’t fathom what it would be like after she’d had the thing on for longer…

Chapter 4

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…”

Chapter 5

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.