Some months later...

Ever since John’s boyhood, a certain nightmare had troubled him. As thunder and lightning crashed outside his family’s humble cabin, his Poppa would suddenly return through the front door to find John at home, alone and without his mother’s protection. Ranting and raving, cursing the day John was born, the evil man would beat his son until the boy was shocked into wakefulness from the force of the imagined blows. In the dream, Poppa’s face was as John dimly remembered it from the day he’d left the family for good: an angry blur obscured as if by smoke. Always growling, always unhappy, and most of all resentful to be saddled with the care of a child.

As John grew into manhood the dream persisted, but with his newfound strength he could now fight back within the dream itself. Grappling the old man to the ground soon became a simple task, easier than tying up a roped calf. Yet John got no satisfaction from the deed, for Poppa never let up or admitted defeat. Whether John pummelled the demon with his fists, or grabbed his father and pinned him harmlessly to the cabin floor, Poppa never stopped cursing John’s name, damning him for merely existing. The next night, he would return to plague John’s sleep, having learned nothing from his thrashing of the evening before.

On John’s first night in Equestria the dream had abruptly stopped, never to return. Though he spent that night sleeping rough on the streets of Canterlot, he had come under the care of the Princess of Dreams, and the magic of his new home protected John from the recurring nightmare that had tormented him so. John had taken this as a sign that Equestria was where he was meant to stay. Though his amorous equine activities meant that his time for sleep was always short, what slumber he got had always been peaceful and untroubled: whether in the Ponyville boarding house, in Cherry Jubilee’s bedroom, or in any of the other exotic locales his cock took him.

The night after John and Cherry Jubilee took their happy visit to the doctor, John dreamed of Poppa one last time. John knew that this time it was his own subconscious which had summoned this man to him, overriding Princess Luna’s protection. He longed to share the good news he’d learned in the hospital, and foolishly thought it might let him patch things up with his only natural kin. Yet the words stuck in his throat as he beheld the undiminished hate radiating from his father’s indistinct features.

“Well, boy?” Poppa snarled. “Are you gonna hit me again? Maybe this time you can really hurt me, haw haw!”

“I-I never wanted to hurt you, Poppa,” John pleaded. “I only wanted to stop you from hurting me, and Momma.”

Poppa laughed, a cruel growl from deep in his chest. “Your Momma was a whore, boy.” He spat on the ground, his dark saliva tainted by tobacco.

John rose to anger, but not in the way his father had hoped, for he had travelled far, and seen what it takes for a woman to survive on her own. “What’s a whore, Poppa?” he asked with outstretched hands. “Nothing but a gal with a job. A job Momma had to take up because you left her, searching high and low for some God damned silver mine that don’t even exist!”

“How dare you talk to your father that way?” The blurry figure moved its hand, and John’s face ached from Poppa’s echoing slap. The younger man clenched his fists, yet did not strike back. “Well? Come on, boy. What are you waiting for?”

“I ain’t here to fight,” John stated through clenched teeth. “I want you to take a message to Momma.”

Poppa chuckled sarcastically. “Your whore of a Momma is dead.”

“As will you be, soon enough,” John responded simply. “Now, I know the two of you ain’t ending up in the same place, but maybe they’ll let you pass on a message before they send you down to Hell.”

The cloaked, smoky hand of his father lashed out again, but John caught it, and forced it downwards. He looked into the jumbled mass of darkness that was all he could remember of Poppa’s features. He tried to summon up the innocent affection he’d seen Equestrian foals show their kindly fathers, yet found that portion of his heart to be utterly empty. That seed of love, never watered, had never grown.

“I’ve found me a wife,” John told his father. “A fine wife she is, and with child. We heard from the doctor today, it’s going to be a c—a boy. I’m gonna raise my son to be strong, and gentle, and caring, to protect women and be kind to animals. All the things I had to learn from Momma, or on my own, or never did learn at all.”

“A son...” for the first time in John’s memory, Poppa’s voice was filled with something other than hate. His thin wrist relaxed in John’s tightly gripping hand. “I have a grandson...”

“You have nothing, Poppa,” John growled. “You threw it all away when you left. No grandson, no son, no wife, no silver mine, nothing. You see Momma, you tell her that she has a grandson on the way, with more to come. That’s all I have to say to you.”

“You whoreson! You dare talk to your father like this? I’ll hunt you down til my dying day!”

“You ain’t never finding me, Poppa,” John sighed with a sad shake of his head. “Because at last, I’ve found a country where they don’t let evil stay.”

With his message delivered, Princess Luna took mercy on John, and blanketed the new father with a deep sleep, cloaked with an aura of forgetfulness. His conscience at rest, John slept soundly through the night as he always did here in Equestria, until morning’s rays first shone through the heavy curtains of his marriage bed...

The feeling of eager lips on his cock was a familiar wake-up for John, and he stretched and yawned, leaning into the morning pleasure, only to find his sleeping wife next to him in the bed and snoring peacefully. Doing a double take, the human raised up his sheets to see a certain green earth pony kneeling between his legs, nursing on the head of his stiff prick.

“Well, hello there, Miss Hugger,” John greeted the not at all unpleasant surprise in his bed.

Tree Hugger’s dreadlocks swayed gently as she nodded to her employer’s husband. “Wake and bake, human dude.” With that, she set herself back to the hard yet pleasant work of human cock worship. Every vein needed to be traced with eager tongue, every cunt pleasing ridge tenderly kissed, and the sweaty expanse of John’s vast ball sack firmly licked and encouraged to get producing. These human nuts had a busy day ahead of them, and even the most virile stallion can do with a little encouragement!

“Good morning, John,” Cherry smiled as she too awoke, stretching out and cuddling her husband. “I trust the service here at the Cherry Hill Ranch is up to our usual standard?” John simply nodded and silently stroked the muzzle of the earth pony who was going down on him. “I’d slide down there with her and rim you,” Cherry grinned, “but I cain’t hardly move, with this big, healthy colt you put in my belly.”

John smiled and put his hand on Cherry’s swollen barrel, feeling the tiny life inside kick and turn. “Our little colt,” he murmured. “Our little... well, dang, what was the name of that soldier fellow you liked so much?”

“Zorago.” Cherry smiled and kissed the top of John’s head. “You really don’t mind me naming the foal after my ex? I know it didn’t end well, but he was frightful important to me, and his dying wish was that I remember him...”

“Oh, young Zorry here is just our first foal,” John assured with a wave of his hand and a kiss to Cherry’s tummy. “You name him however you like... I’ll be naming our next one.”

“A-another foal?” Cherry gasped. She already felt so heavy, so slow and hungry all the time — Zorago was already quite a hooffull, and not even born yet!

“Why not? You’re a fine breeding mare.” To Cherry’s ears (and dripping cunt) John’s voice had the ring of forceful control. “You’ve got a few more in you, with the right stud.” The human smiled as he began to imagine the future. “Now, I reckon our second will be a filly, and we’ll name her after my Momma. Then, if it’s not too much trouble, I’d be greatly obliged if you’d produce me a couple of twins.”

“T-twins?” Cherry’s heart was racing, her thighs instinctively parting as if it were physically possible to get started on breeding when already heavy with foal. Her figure would never recover from so many pregnancies — not that John would mind!

John simply nodded. “Twins, that’s right: a filly and a colt, if you please. Two little cowpokes who I can teach the ways of the range. I’m nearly 23 and not yet a father — let’s make up for lost time, shall we?”

His ardour aroused at the thought of breeding more foals into his wife, John reached beneath the blankets and pulled Tree Hugger off his cock. The earth pony mare whined at the loss of contact, only to find herself dropped on her back onto the bed, with John straddling her and plunging into the sopping depths between her pussy lips. Powerful moans soon came from the green mare’s mouth as John took his morning pleasure with the nearest available marehood.

Cherry simply had to rub herself and admire the sight. John’s powerful hips were a steam engine made to cleave mare pussy in two. His gaze, tender yet powerful, met Cherry’s own eyes as he thrust into Tree Hugger, making love to his wife by proxy. With a shudder of pleasure Cherry happily resigned herself to the role of John’s permanently pregnant broodmare. So long as he kept looking at her like that, she’d bear for him until she dropped!

John’s amorous appetites seemed to be only increasing as he spent more time in Equestria. When Cherry first met him, a simple morning blowjob had sufficed to see him off to his job at the mill. Now John had quit that job to help his wife run their brothel. Spending his days surrounded by lustful mares instead of industrious stallions, his own libido had increased to match. It now took at least two nuts to get him going in the morning, and today he aimed to collect both of them without leaving his marriage bed. Hardly had he groaned and deposited his first load of seed in Tree Hugger’s tender womb, but he was gently moving Cherry on her stomach atop her satiated employee, and plunging his undiminished prick past her welcoming ponut.

“J-John!” Cherry moaned and looked back at John as her insides were claimed by her husband’s thick, pounding cock. “Please, she’s still sensitive from last night!” Beneath her, Tree Hugger wriggled excitedly beneath her boss’ ever growing weight, reaching up to grope those wondrous teats as the shudders of her own maregasm faded.

“I’m wise to your tricks, Miss Jubilee,” John smiled. “You simply say such things to rile me up, and get me to fuck you harder.” Gripping his wife’s enormous plot, with a powerful thrust he rooted his tree trunk in Cherry’s backdoor, the slapping of his nuts against her clit flipping a switch in her mind that sent a shower of squirt gushing from her untouched cunt.

“D-disgraceful, John!” Cherry complained. Squirting anal maregasms were hardly ladylike, after all. “You forget I am your wife, and carrying your foal, no less!”

“And a fine job you’re doing, on all accounts,” John grunted. “Now, let me see to my duties, if you don’t mind.”

As Tree Hugger claimed Cherry’s mouth in a hungry kiss, John silently, forcefully, plowed his wife’s straining ponut. Though Cherry knew well that she could accommodate John’s girth, the fit seemed impossible, and his stamina kept him thrusting for minutes that seemed like blissful hours, deliciously scented sweat breaking out on his chest and mingling with Cherry’s fur as it dripped down.

Cherry Jubilee’s poor tailhole had never seen so much action as in the past few months. John did prefer her cunt, but the safety of their unborn foal precluded such pleasures — at least until it was time for John to seed his wife again. Thus Cherry hiked her hips for her husband, concentrated on the mighty cock plundering her plot, and carelessly came her brains out. The juices of her near continuous maregasm flowed like a waterfall to mingle with the fluids that dripped from Tree Hugger’s satiated marehood, as the two mares shared twisting tongues and lustful moans. Cherry and Tree Hugger were partners in lust, obedient mare-toys who squirted and squealed beneath the thrusts of a superior male until he deigned to bless their insides with his rushing sperm.

Sated at last by his second climax, John reluctantly loosened his grip on his wife’s earthshaking ass cheeks and pulled himself out from her loosened pucker with a loud pop. Leaving the two mares to lick his cumshots from each others’ cream stuffed holes, he swiftly dressed and set upon the less erotic of his many morning chores. He cooked a large pot of oats to feed the mares who lived at the Cherry Hill Ranch, watered the potted flowers that livened up the girls’ bedrooms, and changed the cum soaked sheets that were the sign of a busy whorsehouse. Wiping his brow, he then picked up a broom and began to sweep up the dirt tracked in by the muddy hooves of the previous night’s customers: dozens of stallions who worked hard and fucked hard. As busy as Cherry kept him, such simple housework was a far cry from the strenuous labour John had performed at the Ponyville Mill — and the carnal ‘benefits’ of his new job simply couldn’t be beat!

Meanwhile Cherry Jubilee bathed, applied Prench perfume and a ruby studded butt plug, and dressed herself in a designer maternity gown: a few wisps of sheer white satin so thin as to be translucent. Covered in ribbons and bows, the fashionable garment granted Cherry the dignity of her age and position. Yet the flowing silks also shifted about her bounteous body as the moved, providing glimpses of her mighty plot and sensitive, soon to be milky, teats.

A necklace of fine pearls was the finishing touch, standing out against Cherry Jubilee’s cream coloured complexion, and capping her revitalized beauty. Dressed for the day, Ponyville’s latest MILF-to-be waddled into her drawing room and sprawled out upon a couch, keeping a watchful eye on her busy empire of lust. As stallions (and the occasional mare!) came in through the front door, Cherry guided them to the appropriate bedroom, matching each customer with a lover who was eager, willing — and, most importantly, not currently occupied!

“Do be careful, my dear: Moondancer is trying out a new spell. She says it multiplies the stallion’s pleasure tenfold, but I fear there may be side effects...”

“Our discretion is total, Miss Dash — Applejack will never know you were here.”

“I’m afraid Tree Hugger is busy at the moment, but Miss Derpy is simply longing for a stiff prick like yours to fill her pretty pegasus ponut. Could you be so kind as to indulge her? A mare has needs, after all!”

“Me? Oh, you flattering soul! I’m quite spoken for, but if you’re moved to clop off, I’ll do my best to give you a show. Do direct your cum into the spittoon, please!”

Yes, the Cherry Hill Ranch had reopened as Ponyville’s first 24-hour brothel. For a reasonable fee, Cherry Jubilee’s girls offered stallions a quick and satisfying fuck whenever they felt the urge, day or night. John’s suggestion was quite a gamble upon the horniness of Ponyville’s males, not to mention the ability of Cherry’s whorses to keep them drained. Yet it seemed John’s days at the mill had served him well in gauging the true appetites of his fellow stallions. Beginning late in the morning and continuing all through the night, customers lined up in Cherry’s drawing room, eagerly awaiting service. Even more convincingly, the PILES of shining bits in Cherry’s bedroom safe spoke for themselves!

After the mid-day rush, business slowed somewhat, and John and Cherry were able to sit together as they enjoyed their luncheon. Cherry munched a daisy sandwich as John went through the day’s mail — delivered by Appointed Rounds, of course. Business was now so good at the Cherry Hill Ranch that Derpy didn’t need to hold down two jobs anymore. In fact, the way things were going, Ponyville’s generous stallions were well on the way to paying young Dinky’s way through university!

“Well, looky here,” John raised an eyebrow with surprise, opening a hefty envelope. “We’ve got a letter from Miss Trixie, all the way from Earth.”

“I hope she’s doing well,” Cherry Jubilee smiled. “I do worry about her, after the tales you told me of the rough life of the frontier.”

“She heard me tell the same tales, ma’am, and they excited her something fierce. Let’s see, here...” John unfolded the long letter and read Trixie’s hornwriting aloud to his wife.

The Great and Powerful Trixie is in great demand here on Earth. Humanity has never seen such erotic magic as she has to offer! She just performed a sold out show at the vaudeville in Gold-Digger’s Gulch, with many private ‘encores’ in her caravan afterwards. Human stallions may be smelly and ill groomed, but they are oh so generous, mining gold from the ground and giving it all to Trixie!

John’s eyes scanned down the rest of the page, then he turned over a few more sheets. “Just a few more pages talking about how great she is...”

“And powerful, no doubt,” Cherry tittered.

“Then she concludes with... ‘My best to everycreature back at the Cherry Hill Ranch.’ Sent us one of them newfangled photographs, too.”

Reaching out with a hoof, Cherry Jubilee drew the scrap of slick paper towards her. The photograph, taken on the primitive cameras of Earth, showed Trixie in her caravan with two human males, her living space crammed with large bags of gold nuggets and dust. Somehow she’d found the room to sit her plothole down on one of the humans’ cocks, while the second man straddled her, gripping her hind legs and introducing his cunt-starved cock into her glistening marehood.

As she studied the sordid details of the black and white picture, Cherry couldn’t help but notice that although either of the humans’ members left the average stallion in the dust in terms of size, John was larger than both of them put together!

“I’m surprised at such open debauchery, John,” Cherry murmured, passing the photograph back across the luncheon table. “Trixie’s rather provocative magic show got us all arrested the first time she performed it. I’d thought Earth’s laws were even less enlightened than Equestria’s.”

John shook his head grimly. “You ain’t been to one of them mining towns, ma’am. Ain’t no law to speak of in Gold-Digger’s Gulch.”

“Ah, you know the place?”

“I know the sort of place it seems to be.” John frowned. “Small, filthy, a week’s ride from anywhere, full of rich and desperate men. Men who ain’t seen a female of any description for months, excepting their own steeds. I hate to say it, but Trixie probably ain’t even the first horse some of these fellows have fucked.”

John seemed shocked by this proposition, so Cherry issued a small gasp, solely for her husband’s benefit. All in all, though, this place sounded no worse than Dodge Junction!

“Gold-Digger's Gulch ain’t no place for a delicate soul like yourself, is what I mean to say,” John added. “Why, if it were anypony but Trixie working them rough crowds, I’d fear for her safety. But it seems she’s got them miners lining up for their turn at her magical plot, all polite, like.”

Cherry Jubilee finished her sandwich and patted her lips with a napkin. “Well, John, your luncheon was delicious as usual, but I think it’s time you went and worked on training up Trixie’s replacement.”

“Yes, ma’am, I reckon it is about that time.” John stood from his specially-crafted human sized chair, and donned his cowboy hat. “Have no fear, I’ll tame that wild mare sooner or later.”

“I desperately need Miss Sunrise to start working tonight, John,” Cherry pressed the point. “I refuse to compromise on quality, but the other girls are getting mighty tired down below, picking up the slack since Trixie left.”

“I’ll do my best, Miss Jubilee.” The human began the familiar motions of undoing his belt. “How about a kiss to see me off?”

“Mmm, of course, John.” The human pressed his huge, stiff cock to Cherry’s reddened lips, and Cherry eagerly slipped those lips over the tip. It was a ritual the two had performed countless times since they began running the Cherry Hill Ranch together, becoming business partners as well as lovers. The pregnant whorse hungrily snorted her husband’s potent scent and slobbered and slurped upon his leaking flare, blessing the prickhead with a sloppy “kiss” that could have made a bystander wonder whether Cherry had married all of John, or only his cock!

Thus aroused, John had to resist the urge to plow another load down the throat of his lustful wife. Instead he strolled down the hall, knocked on the door to Trixie’s old room, and let himself in to greet the Cherry Hill Ranch’s newest employee, a lovely pegasus mare known as Strawberry Sunrise.

“Ugh, you again?” Strawberry griped, brushing her curly mane and gazing deep into a vanity mirror. It seemed that when it came to attitude, Miss Sunrise took after her great and powerful predecessor. Fortunately, John had just the equipment to break horny pega-brats like her! His wet and well teased dick throbbed in his palm as he anticipated just how much sweaty work lay ahead in this bedroom. For Cherry’s sake, he’d do whatever it took to transform this mere slut into a proper, elegant whorse!

“That’s right, Miss Sunrise, it’s me,” John stated soothingly. “We’ll be picking up your lessons in oral elocution, just where we left off yesterday. Now, I trust that today, you’ll be able to get more than just the head of my dick into your mouth.”

“All this boring studying and practising!” Strawberry Sunrise complained, gesturing at the unused dildoes and butt plugs scattered about her bedroom. “When do I start getting fucked?”

“This training period is on Cherry’s orders, ma’am,” John insisted. “Her policy is that every gal at the Cherry Hill Ranch deepthroats with a smile. Til you can manage my full length, I’m afraid we can’t have you do anything but look pretty in the window. Come on, now — let’s get that gag reflex of yours tamed into something you can stroke a stallion off with.”

“My dates never complain,” Strawberry grumbled. “I get them off just fine without deepthroating them.” The cocky pegasus waved a hoof and giggled. “Just imagine, a classy girl like me, slurping down stallion dicks! Haha!”

“Whorsing ain’t just about getting guys off,” John chided. “It’s a powerful skill, and a source of pride for the mare who’s mastered it. Do you think Applejack sucks on the fellow’s head, swallows his cum and says done with it?”

“Grr, Applejack!” Strawberry Sunrise shook a hoof fiercely at the mention of her rival. “She thinks she’s so hot, just cause she’s so hot!” The opinionated pegasus swiftly became flushed with anger... and, strangely, somewhat aroused. “How come she gets all the stallions? That mealy fruit-selling hick... I hate her so much, I want to scissor her all day, and shove my hoof up her huge disgusting butt!”

John chuckled, every brat had her weakness, and he’d just found Strawberry’s. He waved his meatclub about, thwacking it gently against the muzzle of the whorse-in-training as she drooled, her eyes tracking its every movement. “You put a bright ring of lipstick around the base of this cock today, Miss Sunrise,” he promised, “and I’ll toss you on that bed and plow you harder than I’ve ever fucked Applejack.”

John was a simple soul, but he knew how to motivate his student! With the prospect of besting Applejack at something, Strawberry Sunrise launched herself into her training, and by late afternoon, her gag reflex proved to be a thing of the past. In fact, John deemed her greatly improved throating skills adequate to bring her into Cherry’s stable full time — much to the relief of Tree Hugger, Moondancer, and Derpy, no doubt!

Yet before he left Strawberry’s bedroom to deliver the good news to his wife, John had a promise to keep to the Cherry Hill Ranch’s newest whorse. Tenderly kissing the pegasus cutie and gently preening her wings, he firmly positioned his trainee doggy-style on her bed, as if it were a sacred altar of love. Lifting his cock to her holy gate, he then blasted her marehood wide open with powerful thrusts.

Over the course of an hour — for John always preferred to take his time when it came to a mare’s first erotic encounter with mankind — Strawberry Sunrise was reduced to a half conscious, drooling mess, her head drooping unsupported on her pillow. Finally bloating her womb with fresh human seed, John courteously rimmed Strawberry’s sweet pucker goodbye, let her tail drop to cover her marehood, and closed the door behind him. She’d need some time to rest up before beginning a shift that could see her taking the same rough treatment from dozens of eager stallions!

Bringing the good news to the drawing room and Cherry Jubilee, John couldn’t conceal a certain eagerness. According to the grandfather clock in the hallway, the magical hour of 5 P.M. had nearly arrived. If he were still working his menial job at the Ponyville Mill, John’s obligations would have instantly ended with the toot of a whistle — yet here at the Ranch, his responsibilities were never ending. Today was different, though. After weeks of nonstop hard work on behalf of the mare he called both boss and wife, this overworked male had been offered the most precious thing imaginable — a night off!

“Alright, John,” Cherry agreed, “you’ve done a splendid job cleaning the house and training Miss Sunrise. I’d say your day’s work is done... go and have yourself some fun.” With an indulgent wink, she pushed a small bag of bits across the sofa — a wife’s generous (but not too generous!) allowance to her husband. “Now, don’t go using this to get drunk on. I won’t have it be said that my hubby is a souse.”

“Not a drop of liquor will touch my lips, Miss Jubilee,” John promised. Falling to his knees, he brought Cherry’s muzzle towards his lips for a long and passionate kiss. “None of the hard stuff, anyways... I might end up with a bit of cider in my belly.”

“Oh, you naughty man.” Despite knowing exactly what her husband was capable of, Cherry blushed at the implication of what he had planned for the night. “Ain’t us poor gals at the Cherry Hill Ranch enough for you?”

“Miss Jubilee, when it comes to matters of the heart, there ain’t no other gals whatsoever, and never could there ever be.” John placed his hand on Cherry’s belly as he spoke, as if swearing a solemn oath. “My love belongs to you, and you alone. But in other matters... well, you oughta know by now there ain’t such a thing as ‘enough’ when it comes to me and beautiful mares.”

“J-just remember to come back, John.” Despite her marriage to John, and the romantic promises which he renewed seemingly daily, Cherry couldn’t let go of a tiny bit of jealousy towards Applejack, the much younger mare who’d been John’s first equine conquest. “Remember who’s carrying your foal.”

“As if I could ever forget, Miss Jubilee.” With a light kiss on his wife’s swollen belly, John stood and strode towards the front door of the Cherry Hill Ranch.

It wouldn’t be so bad to do without John for a few hours, Cherry mused to herself, ogling her husband’s plot as he left. Why, the way he fucked, he’d probably shut down Sweet Apple Acres for the night, driving all of Ponyville’s other horny stallions through these very doors. Yes, Cherry could practically smell the bits already! And after all, even Applejack deserved to be properly pounded, once in a while.

Once in a great while...

With the promise of a night of utter debauchery in the air, John practically skipped down the road to Sweet Apple Acres, tossing the jingling bag of bits from one hand to the other. Applejack and Apple Bloom were waiting for him on the front porch of the cozy farmhouse, waving excitedly. Yet before John could properly greet them, Apple Bloom leapt off the porch into his arms and plastered her lips against his, hungrily grunting as she took her pleasure from his firm human mouth.

“Whoa there, AB, whorses don’t kiss their customers,” Applejack scolded. “Yew know that costs extra!”

“I reckon I’m good for it, Applejack,” John smiled. He tossed the older mare the sack of bits he’d gotten from Cherry. “In fact, tonight I want the full marefriend experience from all of you lovely ladies here at Sweet Apple Acres.”

“Why, of course, John.” As she counted the bits, Applejack’s features melted into the sweetest expression of adoration ever seen on the face of an equine. “AB, kiss this fine gentlecolt, what are ya waitin’ fer?”

Cupping Apple Bloom’s firm yet jiggly plot in his palms, John made out with the sweet and tender mare, acting as a receptacle for her youthful passion. “I want you in mah pussy tonight,” Apple Bloom requested sweetly as her tongue finally slipped free of John’s mouth. “I ain’t a virgin no more, but the stallions say I’m so tight, ya wouldn’t know.”

“Apple Bloom, I’ll fill every hole you’ve got tonight, with the finest cream,” John promised.

“An’ I’ll go tell Granny an’ Big—I mean, Orchard Blossom—ta git ready for ya...” Applejack’s mighty will wavered somewhat as her eyes glanced over the bulge in John’s trousers, and her Apple sense detected a stallion in desperate need of an immediate draining. Why the heck is Cherry blueballin’ her husband like this? she thought to herself. If John was mah stallion, I’d *never* climb off his cock!

“M-mebbe I’ll take a lil’ taste fer mahself first,” Applejack admitted. The hungry mare nestled in beneath her sister’s ass cheeks, supported as they were by John’s squeezing fingers. Eagerly she undid John’s belt buckle with her teeth, tugging his jeans down and sighing with contentment at the sight of his long anticipated girth. Dragging her tongue down the sweaty and well used prick, the experienced whorse raised an eyebrow with surprise.

“Mmm... ya taste like that uptight bitch, Strawberry Sunrise,” Applejack surmised with a chuckle. “Now how bout that?”

“Oh, you know the lady?” John managed to ask before Apple Bloom resumed plundering his mouth with her tongue, her front hooves wrapped tightly around his head. “She spoke highly of... well, she mentioned you.”

“Heh, me and that drama queen has hatefucked more times than I care ta count,” Applejack chuckled. “Good for her, I say. A few inches o’ human dick’d be good for her, I reckon — and ya’ll got more than jes’ a few.”

Throwing himself into his role as the lucky recipient of a “marefriend experience” never to be forgotten, John cupped Apple Bloom’s ass in one hand and kissed her vigorously. His other hand gripped Applejack’s mane and pulled her towards her meaty destiny. Applejack obediently opened her mouth and let John’s cock slip past her lips, treating her sensitive tongue to the taste of his musk, lining up the shaft and pressing forward until his fat flare felt the sweet embrace of a tiny, skilled pony throat.

Yes, John thought, Equestria was definitely the right place for a fellow to settle down. Here he’d found good weather, a good wife and a bevy of frisky females to pleasure on the side. Though he’d never admit it to Cherry, even his old stomping grounds of Sweet Apple Acres had its own unique charm, simply by virtue of being a place away from John’s many and growing obligations.

For as much as John loved fucking his wife, and pleasuring the endless series of mares who needed his services at the Cherry Hill Ranch, fulfilling such constant feminine demands could be quite stressful. As he kissed Apple Bloom and plowed Applejack’s gullet open, this satisfied customer mused how nice it was to be able to get away from work, every once in a while...

THE END

Author's Note

And that’s the story, folks — I hope you enjoyed it!