Applejack cracked an eye open, the beam of sunlight hitting her directly in the pupil and causing the farmpony to cringe and bury her head back into her pillow.
“‘Tain’t right doin’ that t’me, sun,” Applejack complained, hoof dragging over her still closed eyelids to wipe away the crust from a long night’s sleep. “Jus’ plain mean.”
The relaxation that originally washed over her upon planting herself deeper in bed quickly parted and made way for restlessness. Her legs ached for work, twitching and stretching under her cozy blankets, eyes begging to open despite their owner’s insistence to stay in bed. Finally, she relented, forelegs throwing the blanket off of her and exposing herself to the cold air.
A quick check towards the window confirmed Applejack’s fears - the glass was still frosty, and it still wasn’t apple season. With a grumpy grunt, Applejack rolled herself out of bed and onto her hooves, blasting the locks of blonde mane that clung to her eyelashes and cheeks away with a sharp breath.
And yet, her work ethic still wouldn’t allow her to sleep in.
Applejack walked downstairs with an angry grunt.
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Applejack awkwardly stuffed her hoof into the oversized ring melted into the side of the mug, raising the hot coffee to her lips and taking a sip, wincing as the boiling liquid brushed against her tounge and singed down her throat. Still too hot.
She lowered her head to the table, chin bumping against the wooden planks before she rested it there. Dreadful. Not even family to huddle up with this week. No trees to keep her busy, no apples to bake into treats, no cider to press.
Nothing.
She’d learned, from many years of experience, that any ponies wandering this way during this time of the year were just looking for a sweet, juicy apple to snack on. The stores would have run out weeks ago, and those particularly big fans of Apple family namesakes would make the trip out of desperation, only to leave disappointed. As such, this knock yielded the same response as always.
“Ain’t no apples,” she shouted at whoever was unlucky enough to knock on her door this early, before coffee was finished being consumed. “Ain’t season fer it yet!”
“Oh, Applejack,” a singsong voice replied. It was soft, yet firm, and it tickled at the back of Applejack’s mind. She recognized the pony it belonged to, but whether through exhaustion, lack of caffiene, or simply time passing, she couldn’t place it. “It’s you I’m here to see.”
“Bit early fer visitin’, ain’t it?” Applejack asked, though it sounded more like a statement than anything. With a sigh, she pushed herself back to her hooves, clicking against the ground as she landed from her chair onto the floor.
“I tend to be awake when the sun rises,” the visitor said. “I am certain you are out of bed not far after, almost every day.”
Applejack creased her eyebrows at those last words. That was... oddly specific. A little creepy, even, but as soon as the door swung open it all made sense.
Applejack hit the ground in a few seconds flat, and would have bowed even quicker if she had been prepared for it. It took a few moments for her to overcome her initial shock, but the telltale unique mane of blue, green and pink waving in the stagnant air was unmistakable. “Y-yer majesty!” she cried out, immediately feeling her chest tighten at how rude she had been earlier. “Ah am so sorry, Princess. If I’d’a known that was you...”
“Nonsense,” Princess Celestia said as she lowered her muzzle to Applejack’s ear, brushing against it just the slightest bit. “I am a guest on your farm, Applejack. If anything, I should be bowing to you.”
“No way an’ no how is that happenin’,” Applejack retorted without missing a single beat. She cringed immediately after, glancing up at Celestia from her bowing position. “Ah, uh... yer majesty. ...If that’s okay.”
“Applejack, please, rise,” Celestia said, standing up to her full height. Despite being on friendly terms, a member of Celestia’s personal Elements of Harmony and more than once having a one-on-one conversation amidst nation-ending dangers, Applejack still couldn’t help but feel intimidated. This was still Princess Celestia, in full royal garb. She wasn’t one to disobey a direct order, despite her feelings, and was instantly back to all four hooves. “I know you well enough to understand that this will go unheeded, but I do ask that you treat me like any other guest in your home. I am not here on... official business, but a personal matter.”
Applejack stared with a blank expression on her face for a solid beat, mind wracking itself to confirm what she had just heard. “With all due respect,” Applejack said, nose scrunching up as she spoke, “an’ theres a lot due, Ah’m still treatin’ ya like yer a princess.” She nods. “On account of... ya’ll bein’ a princess.”
“I assumed as much,” Celestia said, ducking her snout towards the ground. It was the closest she would get to a bow without a protest. “May I enter, Applejack?”
“Uh, yeah!” Applejack scrabbled her hooves against the floor, backing away and to the side of the door to allow the sun goddess before her to enter her home. “Come on in!”
Celestia lowered her head to enter, avoiding the top of the door frame with her horn. “Thank you. Now, as I was saying...” she said, rising to her full height as she cleared the door frame. “I’m here for a personal reason, Applejack. This is not me as your princess, or your leader - this is me here as another pony.”
Applejack nodded, her rump finding it’s way to the ground. It was awe-striking, being this close to Celestia, she found. Seeing her in the palace was one thing - the larger Alicorn had everything tailored to her size, and it all seemed... normal. Here, in her home, she truly could appreciate Celestia’s height.
Celestia’s horn activated, and she raised a foreleg off the ground. The hoofcuff attatched to the bottom was wrapped in a magical glow, floating off of her hoof and to the ground beside her. The opposite foreleg did the same. The casual nature with which Celestia removed her formal wear caused Applejack to breathe easier, but her eyes didn’t relax any. This was, after all, still Celestia. In her home. “As you’re aware, Twilight writes to me often. Her reports on her findings of friendship and the magic it holds.”
“Ah-huh,” Applejack managed to squeeze out. Applejack suddenly felt a knot in her stomach at the mention of friendship reports, her mind wandering close to immediately to the very basic and non-chalant one she’d written about her own lesson during the last cider season. “Aw, this ain’t ‘cause of that one Ah wrote, is it? Where Ah said Ah didn’t learn nothin’?” Applejack ducked her head, eyes falling to the ground. “If ya want a better one, Ah can go write it up real quick like.”
Celestia chuckled, her back legs rising and freeing themselves of hoofcuffs just as easily as the front hooves did. With all four removed, Celestia, too, seated herself on the floor of the Sweet Apple Acres home, causing Applejack’s eyes to pull back up to her. This really was casual. “This isn’t about that, my dear Applejack. This is because of one of Twilight’s first reports to me. It mentioned you. Do you remember your first time meeting Twilight Sparkle?”
“Ah course!” Applejack nodded, reaching up to brush a blonde lock out of her eye. She still hadn’t tied back her mane, and it was everywhere. “She came over durin’ the Apple family reunion! Had a blast, even if she didn’t stay all that long.”
“I recall you having quite a bit of fun,” Celestia said, her crown now floating to join her hoofcuffs to the side, removed from her body. Applejack blinked - this was the most relaxed and casual she’d ever seen the Princess before. “Twilight spoke of how you made sure she left quite... full.”
Applejack immediately felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment at the last comment, swallowing hard. She hadn’t quite realised who Twilight was at the the, and perhaps allowed herself to... enjoy the newcomer a bit much. The idea of Twilight recalling the story to Celestia hadn’t ever come to mind, before, and she wondered just how strong she’d come across with her insistence that Twilight eat far more than she should have. “Um,” Applejack stuttered out, eyes darting to the side before coming back to Celestia. “Princess, Ah don’t... where’s this goin’?”
“Are you uncomfortable with your fetishes, Applejack?”
Applejack’s head spun, the blood rushing to her cheeks hard enough to make her dizzy. Out of all the ponies in Equestria, Celestia was the last that Applejack would have ever expected to use the word “fetish” in that context so... easily. So casually. “F-fetishes?” Applejack stuttered out, eyes going wide. “I-is this ‘cause of what Ah did t’Twilight when she first arrived? Ah am so, so sorry, that was so unfair of me, Ah didn’t mean t’abuse yer prot... pr... student!” She lowered herself to the ground, ducking away from Celestia’s gaze out of sheer embarrassment. “Ah really, honestly, that was not okay and it’ll n-”
“Applejack.”
“Ah promise, fer as long as Ah live, Ah won’t ever do that t’another pony, or anythin’ like that, Princess. Ah mean seriously, that wasn’t okay, Ah know, an-”
“Applejack,” Celestia repeated, voice firmer. She reached out with a foreleg, touching it to Applejack’s mouth while her eyes were squeezed shut.
Finally, Applejack stopped talking. She cracked an eye open, glancing up at Celestia. There wasn’t a drop of malice or anger on her face - in fact, she was quite shocked to see a small grin turning up the corners of her mouth. In her desperate attempt to apologize, she hadn’t even noticed Celestia remove her royal necklace, setting it aside in the pile with the other jewlery that was probably more expensive than her entire farm. “W...whut?”
“I’m not here to punish or berate you for what you did,” Celestia said, shaking her head slowly. Applejack let out a gigantic sigh, her body visibly depressing against the floor, as if a literal weight had been taken off her shoulders. “As I said, this is a personal matter. I only arrived with the royal jewels in order to not arouse suspicion at the castle.” A warm smile spread across her face, the hoof against Applejack’s lips moving to instead touch lightly at her cheeks. “I did not even bring the Royal Guard with me. It’s just us. This isn’t business.”
Applejack relaxed again, head leaning to the side into the hoof pressed to her cheek. “Ah... but, Ah jus’... Yer talkin’ about fetishes and what Ah did t’Twilight... Ah just don’t understand why yer bringin’ that all up, if yer not here t’be upset about it.”
As Celestia moved her snout closer, Applejack backed away just a little bit. Not out of fear, but concern. “Applejack,” Celestia said, head lowering to more easily meet Applejack’s eyes. “Do you think that because I’m an alicorn, I don’t have my own fetishes?”
Applejack remained quiet for a good, long while. That blush on her face hadn’t ever even begun to dissipate, but now it felt like a fire was raging in her cheeks. She even began to sweat a little, a few beads visibly forming on her brow. “...Are you implyin’...”
“I am,” Celestia stated. Simple, but straight to the point. Neither of them at this point saw any reason to stay shy about this anymore - though neither had said anything, both knew what was being asked without a verbal request. “Now, Applejack, I’m sure an intelligent farmpony like yourself has quite a stockpile of hearty food to make it through the winter, don’t you?”
“Y-yeah,” Applejack stuttered out. Her eyes hadn’t broken away from Celestia’s for quite a few sentences. She was far too shocked by what was actually playing out right in front of her to even react anymore, just nodding as she speaks. “A lot of it! D’you... want me t’bring some?”
“Some? No, no,” Celestia said, chuckling casually. She leaned in further, bumping her nose against Applejack’s own. “I want you to bring all of it.”
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Any passing ponies would not be very shocked to see so much food laid out in the Apple family home. After all, family reunions were a biannual event, and those events were always catered to an extreme, Apple family members bringing in treats and snacks from all over Equestria and piling them high.
They would be shocked, however, to see no family members there. Just Applejack and Princess Celestia, with a massive feast laid out. It was, they had to admit, suspicious, but it was winter and there wasn’t a soul in sight other than themselves. The doors were shut, the blinds were pulled and the rest of the family was off visiting relatives.
Celestia had remained quiet during all of the preparations Applejack had put into their fun. The farmpony, thankful for something to actually do, worked herself to an extreme preparing all kinds of treats for the princess’ pleasure. Applejack’s brow was lined with sweat as she galloped through her home, carting trays of delicious, sweet and apple-y treats up from the basement and to the kitchen for warming and preparation.
Each time Applejack completed a dish and set it aside, or retrieved another snack from the basement, she’d look at Celestia for approval, and each time received a nod and a toss of her head to go get more.
And each time, she was more than happy to. The kitchen and dining room, however, were quickly running out of space. Every table and countertop in the room was loaded with all kinds of apple flavored treats, each one an Apple family specialty from somewhere in Equestria. Apple fritters, pies, cakes, puddings, crisps, stew, soup - everything was a possibility, and everything was ready and waiting.
Even more delicate treats were in attendance - caramel covered apples, chocolate covered apples, candy coated apples, deep fried apple fries, cinnamon tarts - it was just delightful!
“Is that enough?” Applejack asked, eyes scanning over the menagerie of treats and food laid out across the room. Every single surface in the kitchen was packed with something to eat, not a single space for anything, or anypony, else in the room.
“I think you’ve outdone yourself, Applejack,” Celestia answered with a smile and a nod. Indeed, there was plenty, they both assumed, to fill an Alicorn past a comfortable level of fullness.
Celestia swept her head across the room, eyes dancing from plate to plate as she took it all in. A calculating gaze flitted across each dish before she turns her attentions back to Applejack. “You are more familiar with these delicacies than I am, Applejack. What should I start... with?”
Celestia hadn’t even finished the sentence before Applejack was on her hooves and galloping towards a dish, grabbing the edge of the plate in her teeth before trotting it back to the one clear space directly in front of Celestia and setting it down. “This,” Applejack answered as soon as her mouth was free, waving her nose in the direction of the plate.
“Caramel coated apples,” Celestia questioned, looking down at Applejack’s selection. Large, bright red apples lined the plate, each one covered entirely, except the stem, in thick, delicious and still warm caramel. “As the first choice? Applejack, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re just choosing what has the most calories,” Celestia offered up, but in the end she wasn’t truly bothered by it. Without a response, Celestia simply levitated the first of the apples to her mouth, fitting nearly half of it into her mouth before biting down, cleaving it in half and swallowing after only a few chews.
“No,” Applejack responded after a long thought process, her attention grabbed by Celestia indulging in the sweet treat too long for her to muster up an answer immediately. She swallowed hard as the rest of the apple disappeared in the blink of an eye, replaced by two apples being floated and eaten at the same time. “Ah mean, maybe that had a little t’do with it, but...” she gave a little squirm and forced a chuckle, looking at the spread in front of them. “‘S all farmpony cookin’. Ain’t none of it gonna be close t’low-calorie no matter what ya’ll pick.”
“Fair enough,” Celestia said just before her mouth was filled by another apple, followed by another and yet another. Caramel coated the outsides of her lips and her tongue lashed out to lap it off before she spoke again. Applejack found herself stunned - slightly - by this, rather surprised by the Princess’ lack of napkin.
Applejack, never one to be a poor host, shot back to her hooves as soon as that plate of apples was nearly gone. She despised needing to stop gawking at Celestia’s snout tearing through apples, but there were more important things at stake here - such as pleasing said Celestia.
The host pony trotted around the dining hall, collecting a few plates here and there for a variety of choices. Not satisfied with only one plate in her mouth, she whipped her tail around as she passed certain treats, knocking the plates onto her back for easier lugging before looping around the other side, making her way back towards Celestia.
Just as she had finished the last of the apples, her plate was covered by another - this one covered in a large tray of crispy apple chips, deep fried to perfection and coated in a light dusting of cinnamon sugar. Each chip was golden brown yet still smelled sweet, the delicious scent of spicy apple filling both of their noses.
Celestia couldn’t help but chuckle as she watched Applejack line her barrel up with the table, knees crouching just slightly to even out the flat of her back with the edge, the earth pony wiggling side to side to knock the plates from her spine onto the table. It only took a couple of tries, but there was still a high chance of dropping one. “You’re experienced with that, I can tell.”
Applejack gave a little chuckle, all of the plates finally unloaded onto the table. “Ah’m used t’hostin’ the family gatherin’s here, so... ya learn t’make due without a horn t’do all yer liftin’.” As she walked back to her seat, she froze mid-step and glanced up at Celestia. “Not that Ah’m implyin’ that ya’ll jus’ use yer magic and yer lazy or nothin’!”
Celestia gave another soft laugh, shaking her head as a large wad of the apple crisps were floated into the air, the alicorn leaning forward with her mouth open to snap them up. They crunched as she bit down, a light dusting of cinnamon floating in the air for a moment before it dropped to the table. “I know what you meant, Applejack.” She took another bite of the chips before continuing, licking her lips free of the powdery cinnamon that dusted her mouth. “Still, I wish there was some way I could help you relax,” Celestia said as she shifted one of her back legs to the side, exposing more of her middle to Applejack’s eyes.
Though she was still sleek as could be, Applejack’s eyes immediately dropped down to follow the movement, and that stomach of Celestia’s was finally beginning to round. It was slight, very slight, as she’d only gotten through a plate and a half, but it was enough for Applejack to let out a happy sigh. “That’s helpin’,” Applejack said. “Mmf.”
Applejack squirmed ever so slightly against the ground, rear hooves splaying out to the sides as she pressed herself against the floor right around the time the apple chips were polished off and a large basket of apple muffins were levitated closer, free of action from Applejack.
As the third plate of treats passed through Celestia’s lips, Applejack began to notice her form changing. That flat stomach now had a much more visible bulge in it, a hint that perhaps Celestia was getting full. That thought passed through the other side quickly, though, as immediately after Celestia grabbed a fourth plate in her aura - this time, a large bowl of apple cobbler, complete with a ladle.
As Celestia gorged herself, Applejack stared intently. Fighting back her own doubts, Applejack swallowed hard and reached a hoof out towards Celestia. Part of her still couldn’t believe what was taking place right in front of her; this was still all too much, but the moment her hoof brushed against the pale white coat of Celestia’s swollen belly, the excited mare let out a little moan. Applejack bit her lip to suppress her lewd sounds, though her tail pinned over to the side as she squirmed against the floor even harder.
Celestia gave a knowing smile, breaking her gaze from the feast in front of her for only a moment as she glanced over towards Applejack. “No need to feel ashamed - you can rub if you’d like,” Celestia encouraged, just before digging back into the cobbler, another thick ladle-full swinging through the air towards her mouth.
Applejack needed no other encouragement. Now wielding permission, she thrust both of her forelegs forward to caress that growing middle. Taut with muscle before, now taut with fullness, Applejack gently stroked her rough hooves over Celestia’s middle. As she allowed herself to indulge, Celestia did as well, and with each passing stroke another mouthful of some dessert was shoveled in, Applejack staring as the alicorn in front of her grew rounder and rounder with each passing moment.
She’d barely noticed that Celestia had cleared the table of food - though the kitchen was still loaded with heavy, southern apple meals, she’d made a significant dent in how many there were. Nine full dishes had been packed away, an assortment of plates, trays and bowls, and Celestia was certainly showing. It would be easy for another pony on the streets to mistake her for pregnant by now. “Having fun, dear?” Celestia asked, smiling to herself. If she was straining to hold all she’d eaten, it wasn’t showing in her emotions or her face.
“Y-yeah,” Applejack squeaked out in between little grunts and moans, the farm pony struggling to keep her from pouncing Celestia right then and there. That fire between her legs might have been burning beyond anything she’d ever experienced before, but she was not about to initiate that.
“How about you help me out, perhaps?” Celestia offered, leaning her head back as if she were relaxing in the sun, though one eye remained open and locked on Applejack. “As much fun as you seem to be having down there, I’d imagine someone like yourself would like a more... active role.”
“...Yer implyin’ that Ah should feed you mahself?” Applejack asked. She hadn’t a clue what Celestia was actually implying, but the idea was too good for her to not vocalize and at least attempt.
Celestia gave a small, knowing nod, leaning over to her side. She allowed herself to fall over, landing in a much more informal seating position. Her rear legs slid out from under her, pointing out in front of her as she rested on her flank, propped up by her forelegs as she remained in front of the table, putting her mouth well within reach of her mouth. “This is as much about my enjoyment as yours.” Celestia opened her maw wide, giving Applejack a nod. “Whatever you’d like.”
Applejack sprung into action. She was beyond the point where she wondered if this was okay or not, her more carnal desires taking over in their place. Those embers of passion between her rear legs were far too powerful to ignore over something as silly as who was royalty and who wasn’t. In an instant, Applejack was on her hooves and across the room, nabbing up a plate. It wasn’t until she skidded across the floor to stop in front of Celestia did she actually check to see what she’d grabbed - in this case, a large tray of apple-enhanced cupcakes.
Applejack sat back on her haunches, leaned back so she could sit up perfectly straight without forelegs. She held the tray in one and with the other swiped up the first of the little treats, holding it out to Celestia.
Celestia moved her head forward, staring straight into Applejack’s eyes as she made her move. Celestia’s lips parted and overlapped the cupcake, finishing it off in one swoop. Applejack squirmed hard - not just from the pleasure of watching Celestia literally eat out of her hooves, but that teasing Alicorn’s lips brushing against the bottom of her hoof as she delicately plucked it off of her limb.
Applejack wordlessly readied a second cupcake, which ended up the exact same way, and the pair simply receded into a simple rhythm, working off of each other as each little treat was ferried into Celestia’s mouth by her host. The pair turned into a sort of assembly line; though they demolished treats rather than built vehicles.
The moment the tray emptied, Celestia’s horn began glowing, another plate from across the room being lifted into the air and slung across the room before landing neatly on Applejack’s hoof, ready to be fed to her. Applejack bit her lip as Celestia shot her a sultry glance. Having her help was certainly a time saver, and kept that well-oiled machine that had formed between them working even better.
Applejack’s attention to Celestia’s gorging fell to the side as she glanced down at the princess’ stomach. Rounder than ever after an additional two plates had made their way into her, it was truly a sight to see - and one that Applejack couldn’t help but feel kick up another notch of heat between her legs. It was nearly unbearable, now, and despite her attempts to hide her arousal it just wasn’t going to happen anymore. With her prehensile tail not needed to carry plates thanks to Celestia’s magic, she briefly brushed it’s tip against her soaked sex, giving just the slightest moan and the brightest blush as she gyrated backwards into her own attentions.
Dish after dish fell before Celestia, like pawns being cut down by a queen. Nothing that Applejack had prepared had stood up for a moment against Celestia’s pure gluttony. The pies were devoured two slices at a time, the tarts eaten with single bites, the bucket of ice cream greedily slurped up and even the bowl of vegetable soup - at least a whole gallon of it - had been guzzled down without so much as a hiccup.
As the last of the gooey fudge cookies (which had actually been a gift from Pinkie Pie some days ago) were finished off, Celestia’s horn didn’t glow like Applejack had become accustomed to. Rather, Celestia let out a heavy breath, one of her forelegs traveling down to brush at her overfed stomach. She was huge, now, far larger than Applejack had ever expected her to grow! Her taut belly stretched out below her and had long since grown enough to touch the ground where she lie, pressing against the wooden floor just slightly.
Applejack gave a knowing smile - this wasn’t her first time at this rodeo, and she knew exactly what the pause meant. While an average pony would be encouraged, possibly even been handled a little rough, the farmpony decided that it would be best to not push her luck on this one.
“Oh, Applejack,” Celestia cooed, that hoof stroking a bit harder over her stomach once she’d grown used to it’s taut state. A rear leg brushed up against it, too, rubbing at her overfull stomach with both a haunch and a hoof, carefully calming herself down. “I absolutely adore your cooking, but I have certainly reached my limit.”
“That’s alright,” Applejack commented, squirming herself closer to Celestia’s belly. She joined in on the chorus of strokes and rubs, joining her own hoof into the mix, giving long, round strokes of the flat of her hoof against the sensitive, gorged stomach. “Ya’ll ate a lot more than Ah thought was, well, possible,” she added, giving a small snicker.
“I’m not done quite yet,” Celestia said, a wide grin spreading across her mouth immediately after. “There is something I’d like for dessert.”
“D-dessert?” Applejack could hardly believe what she was hearing! It was enough to distract her from that incessant itch in her crotch, her tail stopping it’s light, careful strokes of her mound.
“Mm, I think I have enough room for one more thing.... though it isn’t exactly food,” Celestia said. With a slight grunt, she pushed herself closer to Applejack, who was now looking quite confused about this ordeal.
Applejack offered up exactly no resistance as Celestia pushed at her side with a hoof, immediately rolling over onto her side. She cocked her head, glancing up at the Alicorn with an eyebrow raised, meeting eyes with Celestia’s smiling visage. “Relax,” Celestia said. “You’ve treated me so well, that I feel somewhat in debt to you.”
Applejack opened her mouth, but didn’t manage to get out a single syllable before Celestia pressed a hoof to her lips. “Don’t protest. It’s incredibly obvious from the scent,” she said, glancing down at the space between Applejack’s rear legs. “And sight, that you’re in need of a little help. I’ll be gentle.”
Applejack’s mind argued with itself as she began to roll farther onto her back, but eventually she gave in. She could fight with herself over whether allowing an Alicorn to do such a thing was morally wrong or not later - right now, that raging fire in her sex was far, far more important to her. She sprawled out on her back, spreading her rear legs ride and pinning her tail to the side giving a single, firm nod to Celestia and a swallow to wet her suddenly very dry throat.
Celestia moved closer, pulling herself forward with her forelegs. The Alicorn’s overfed stomach let out a light gurgle as it shifted about, the sound of which only made Applejack’s loins burn hotter. Her head hit the floor as she gave into her desires, openly giving herself up.
Celestia smiled, eyes pulling away from her host for just a moment, locking onto a small jug nearby. It was instantly gripped in a small glow of magic, lifting into the air and floating towards the pair. Applejack recognized the slight jingle that magic tended to make, cracking an eye open just in time to feel the warm stickiness of maple syrup drizzle onto her most sensitive parts, mingling with the already spicy taste of her arousal.
Applejack’s eyes shot open fully at the sensation, rear legs buckling inward just slightly - not quite enough for her to block access, she caught herself before that, but enough for it to be noticed. “Celestia...?”
Celestia only grinned massively, shaking her head. “Just a flavoring, dear,” she said, and before Applejack could say anything to respond, her back was arched, her head was against the floor and a long moan was filling the room. The shaft of Celestia’s horn brushed against Applejack’s belly as she pressed in, her elongated tongue having already begun to lap up the syrup she’d used.
A constant stream of the sugary maple harvest continued to drizzle down, narrowly avoiding both leg and snout, the alicorn’s tongue lapping it all up as it soaked into Applejack’s flesh, tongue dancing around both outside and in Applejack’s sex. It was an astonishing feeling - finally, after over an hour of pure excitement running through her, her pent up arousal was being taken care of. A low moan rumbled from her, rear legs tucking in behind Celestia’s head.
Celestia pressed in farther, not one to tease for too long. After all, she’d been watching the poor mare squirm and whine for the entirety of her feast. Celestia drew a foreleg closer, pressing at the inside of Applejack’s thigh to spread her farther apart, giving her an even clearer shot. Applejack whimpered just a touch as Celestia pulled her mouth away, allowing the syrup jug to pour more firmly and completely coat the mound in front of her; a few drizzles and drops of the sugary treat even invaded deeper folds, coating her inside and out with maple flavor.
Celestia relented, however, but not before half the jug was now coating Applejack’s lap - the apple flavor that invaded Applejack’s arousal mingled perfectly with the taste of powerful maple cinnamon, much like the treats she’d already glutted herself on earlier. Celestia brushed a back leg against that rotund stomach as a reminder, perhaps, that it was still there, readying herself for another tasty snack.
As soon as the container hit the table and her magic dissipated, Celestia dug back in with force, pressing into Applejack’s slit with the tip of her snout. The receiving mare instantly pinned her ears back and dug into the floorboards with her front hooves, pressing herself against the ground as the next wave of pleasure rippled through her body, wading a path through the stoical pressure that had been steadily building with the drizzling of syrup and the Alicorn’s feast. Words tried to find purchase in her throat but only came out in half-broken syllables, interspersed with long moans.
Celestia pressed in harder, Applejack’s glistening and sticky nethers spreading to accept the girth of the alicorn’s dainty snout. The pressure within Applejack’s lower regions built higher as the solar princess pushed deeper, nose spreading the mare wider apart, tongue running deeper and deeper to lap up all of the invading syrup.
Applejack positively writhed in pleasure, her nethers giving a few hard clenches around Celestia’s snout. She tried her hardest to reign in her sopping wet lower region, realizing that she was close to climax - not about to go down that easily. She wrenched her back, throwing her head back in ecstasy as Celestia teased even deeper, the Alicorn craning her neck to press in even farther.
Applejack’s hooves slipped on the hard floor after a particularly deep lick nearly hilted inside of her nethers, plowing through the built up inferno and quenching a good deal of her lust like a hose to a bonfire. Applejack’s rear legs only clenched harder, squeezing around Celestia’s neck and forcing her even deeper. A few drips of her lust dripped from the opening and dribbled down Celestia’s chin only to land a little lower on Applejack’s thighs, mixing with the syrup that had landed there before it.
Celestia, eager to finally satisfy Applejack after such a long night of her own pleasure, activated her horn. Immediately after, Applejack caught onto what she was doing - a warm shaft stroked and vibrated along her nub, pressing in against it with just strong enough a touch to throw another shock of pleasure running up her spine. Once more the earth pony threw herself against the ground, letting out what was very nearly a scream. She cracked an eye open once she overcame the surprise to find nothing there. There were no toys, no vibrator; Celestia was using entirely magic.
It was a foreign concept to Applejack, but one she found appealing. If that’s what it took, she wasn’t about to complain, though she’d never admit it was entirely unnecessary - she was close to climax to the point she had to force herself to focus to keep from arcing over the point of no return, even without the delightful vibrations from the magical dildo.
A few seconds was all it took for Applejack to finally relent, forced past her breaking point by the combined efforts of Celestia’s magic and her nible, strong tongue. Applejack grit her teeth and groaned out a long moan, but found herself unable to keep suppressing the scream of pure pleasure that was building in her throat. She tossed her head back against the hard floor one final time, letting out a long, throaty moan. Her back legs clenched tight against Celestia’s withers, locking her in place with her snout against that quivering mound. Applejack’s sex clenched and squeezed against her wide snout, each each wave of pleasure renewing the wild spasms between her legs, the solar princess finding herself quite forced to ride right along due to how she was held.
It took a few moments for Applejack to come to her senses. She was still rolling in her afterglow, but Celestia’s hot breaths against her cooling nethers clued her into the fact he back legs were still clenched around her. She unhooked her rear hooves, letting them fall to the sides of Celestia, who raised her head with a lewd giggle.
“My, Applejack, that was impressive,” Celestia said, running her tongue very clearly across her snout to lap up the remainders of Applejack’s femcum that stuck to her face. A hoof came up, too, wiping at her chin and neck, where her tongue couldn’t reach.
Applejack’s ears splayed out as she glanced up at Celestia, letting out another little moan as she saw the alicorn licking up her lust. “That... that was truly somethin’.”
“I would say. It’s unique being with an Earth pony,” Celestia commented, snickering to herself as she began to rise to her hooves. “The others, they don’t last more than a few moments. I actually had to break out some magic for you.”
“Y-yeah, heh!” Applejack blushed a deep shade of red, her cheeks beginning to look more like apples than anything. “Yer... headed back alreadeh?”
Celestia frowned for the first time that night. “Sadly, I must. I’m... sure the guards are beginning to worry, is all. I don’t want them to come searching and find us in such an... uncompromising position, do you?”
“Fair enough,” Applejack said, sliding a hoof under her side to roll herself over, laying on her belly. “Wan’ me t’ see ya out?”
“Oh, no,” Celestia said, her horn glowing as she levitated her hoofcuffs and crown closer, beginning to work them into the appropriate places. “You just... rest. I think you need it more than I do right about now.” Celestia, now ‘dressed’, stood to her full height, clipping her hooves against the floor a few times to make sure the cuffs were seated correctly. “I’ll send a caravan to replace the food that we used.”
Applejack blinked, pausing for a moment as she worked over what she just said. “Aw, wow... Ah didn’t even think about that. That /was/ kinda our stock fer the winter...”
Celestia simply smiled knowingly. “Don’t worry about it.” As Celestia walked past, stomach swaying with each step, she pat Applejack on the head with a hoof. “Take care, dear.”
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“Sis? There’s a whole cart’a food from Canterlot out here fer ya.”
Applejack looked up from the table, nodding as she pushed herself up and out of her chair. “Thanks, Big Mac. Jus’ let them come in an’ start droppin’ it all off in the basement.”
“Eeeyup,” Big Mac said, though paused and rubbed at the back of his head with a hoof. “Now, how’d ya’ll go an’ get all this fancy Canterlot food fer us? This ain’t cheap stuff, Applejack.”
“Uh,” Applejack barely managed to get out, the apple shade returning to her cheeks. “Right place at the right time? Ah kinda... pressed a few butto - Ah mean, pulled a few strings!” Applejack looked away from her brother at the freudian slip, clearing her through far louder than she needed to. “Yep! That’s all! Now go get it.”
