How Cherry Blossomed

Within days, Cherry Jubilee had dropped all pretense and lowered every defence. She considered herself John’s marefriend in all but name. Her pussy was wet and ready for him the instant he walked up the front steps of the Cherry Hill Ranch. Before the brothel officially opened, she was climbing onto his lap and riding his meat as she fed him a home cooked dinner. By the time the meal was concluded he’d be sitting back helplessly in his chair, arms limp at his sides, moaning as fat earth pony plot cheeks kneaded his lap, spraying a pent up load directly into Cherry’s eager (if still potion protected) womb.

Late at night John would fall asleep atop her, utterly exhausted from a night of lust, his ravaging cock bloating her pussy or plothole as her well trained muscles worked him off to a final fat cumblast. When morning dawned and roosters crowed, Cherry would kneel beneath the dining table and suck an overnight load from John’s balls as he enjoyed a hearty breakfast, cooked with love and plenty of that earth pony magic.

With a salty pool of human semen in her belly, Cherry felt invigorated and ready to tackle another day. Meanwhile, John walked happily off to work at the mill, with a lipstick stained cock and a thoroughly rimmed out asshole. He knew that every bit he earned that day would end up in Cherry Jubilee’s bedroom safe, and every drop of sweat that sprung from his toned body would find its place on Cherry’s happy tongue.

It was only in between these pleasures that Cherry permitted her human stud to enjoy his “subscription” to the other mares who worked at the Cherry Hill Ranch. Still, John got his money’s worth, fucking all four of Cherry’s girls at least once a night and wringing massive maregasms from even the most experienced whorse. (That would be Trixie.)

Before too long, no mare in Cherry’s employment considered a night’s duty complete until John had claimed all three of her eager cockpockets — preferably firing a creamy gift deep into each! After hours of heavenly practice, Derpy mastered the art of deepthroating John’s musky human prick, leaving her yellow lipstick rings to mingle with the 4 other colours at the base of his mare-tamer. Her anal training proceeded apace until the clumsy pegasus lay on the bed alongside her brothel sisters as a moaning buttslut, eagerly lifting her tail for the fleshy spear she’d once feared would rip her bum apart.

Fortunately, during such heated sessions the considerate John handled each rump with care. He lubricated all 5 of his purchased ponuts with fingers and tongue, then eyed the buffet of flexing, hungry tailholes before him as their owners begged for his attention. One by one, he’d press his rounded flare into each mare’s eager depths, carefully sodomizing each of his whorses with balls deep thrusts before finally spending himself deep in Cherry’s hungry guts.

As steadily as John’s sperm accumulated in Cherry Jubilee’s eager mareholes, so did his pay packets pile up in her safe, one by one, until the agreed upon monthly total of 400 bits was met. John’s decision — or rather, Cherry’s decision — to rehouse him in her bedroom meant that the human no longer needed to rent a room at Ponyville’s more legitimate boarding house. Of course, “saving money” was a foreign concept to this generous male. The bits John saved by moving out of that flea-trap were dropped right into Derpy’s meagre saddlebag, to be spent on treats and school supplies for her foal.

All in all, John the human seemed made for three things: earning bits through sweaty, muscle building labour, spending those bits on deserving mares — then tossing those mares onto the nearest bed and fucking them within an inch of their life. Truly, he was the ideal male!

Yet all was not well in this peaceful world of frilly dresses and cock craving ponies. Over at Sweet Apple Acres, the nights had become long and lonely, and the lovely Applejack puzzled over the question of why John had stopped paying his regular visits. Each evening, the Element of Honesty dressed in her finest gown and waited by the window all night long (in between being taken to bed and plowed by customer after horny customer, of course.) Yet John the human, once so polite and punctual, never showed up to have his balls drained, not even once!

After some time the news came to Applejack from Ponyville: not only had her old rival Cherry Jubilee given John the run of her whorsehouse, but Cherry was personally serving his meals, cuddlefucking him in her own bed, even kneeling behind him each morning and tonguing his taint like a good little wifey!

Clearly, John was too much stallion to be satisfied by a single mare, even one as powerful as Applejack. For hours the beautiful blonde paced back and forth in her bedroom, deep in thought. She stopped only to blow an occasional stallion, swallow his load and collect his bits. She had to win back her most reliable (and enjoyable) customer... but how?

Fortunately, a recent family milestone showed the way forward. As her 14th “gentlestallion caller” of the night cried out with passion and gushed a huge pent up load down her throat, Applejack pounded her front hooves together, her mind made up and her usual stubbornness seeing no way forward except utter success. It would take the entire Apple family working together, but Applejack was confident that John — and his steady stream of bits — would once again find a welcoming home at Sweet Apple Acres.

Meanwhile, back in Ponyville, the last drops had been tapped from the fateful cider barrel which John had carried for Cherry Jubilee on the night they first met. Though her customers demanded fresh cider incessantly, buying it from the Apples had always represented for Cherry a tiring and humiliating ordeal. Fortunately, John eagerly offered to pick up the new barrel in her stead and carry it back to the Cherry Hill Ranch.

No doubt the kindly John would have agreed to run this errand even without the double unicorn magicjob Cherry had used to “convince” him, but the savvy madam understood the importance of keeping one’s male happy and obedient. Just to be extra convincing, she made out with the studly human while Trixie and Moondancer worked on his bottom half, using forbidden spells to wrack his sturdy yet unsophisticated body with the most excruciating pleasures.

For over an hour, Trixie’s well used bed became the sight of a most erotic torture. Standing over his prone form, Cherry blessed John with tender first-date kisses, even as unicorn mouths and magical auras explored the vast length and rugged veins of his immortal stallionhood. The two skilled mages used John as their experimental subject, twisting his cock through endless portals of warmth and wet, only to numb him and keep him on edge with the icy touch of dark magic. Pinned down, unable to cum, encased in a seeming tomb of ecstasy, John could only writhe and moan into Cherry Jubilee’s mouth.

Finally, at a nod from Cherry, Trixie and Moondancer showed mercy, pulling John over the edge and allowing him to blast an ocean of sperm through their magical auras. Needless to say, the poor human was left writhing and moaning, putty in Cherry’s hooves as he felt an orgasm stronger — and more copious — than any he’d experienced before.

As the two talented unicorns shared their hard extracted cumshot with their hungry boss, John begged to spend the rest of the evening licking the three mares’ pussies and assholes in repayment for the incredible sex they’d just shown him. Though the girls thoroughly enjoyed this proposition, Cherry firmly put her hoof down. Pussy licking was all very well (and asshole licking was even better!) but she had other plans for her stud.

“If you’re in a giving mood, John,” she whispered sweetly, “Perhaps you might trot off to Sweet Apple Acres and fetch me another barrel of cider. 50 bits is the cost, and I hope you won’t mind covering it. Oh, you will? I’m ever so grateful. Off you go, now.”

One final kiss was all it took to get the seemingly haggard male off of the bed, pulling on his jeans and making his way through the drawing room. In his post-orgasmic state, the satisfied stud was utterly suggestible, unable to resist Cherry’s slightest request!

Oh, stallions... Cherry thought to herself with a smile. So easy to command, once you have them by the balls!

The scheming madam waved a cheerful goodbye to John as he staggered down the road to Sweet Apple Acres, then put her hooves around Trixie and Moondancer and escorted them up to her bedroom for a lesbian tryst. After such a performance, the two unicorn’s sex magic was utterly drained, and the firm touch of an earth pony mare was just what they needed to recharge it!

Of course, John’s mission was not without its risks. Cherry Jubilee certainly suspected that Applejack would take the meeting as an opportunity to seduce John back into her stable. But as her two unicorn whorses lay back on her bed and eagerly spread for her, she pushed such thoughts to the back of her head, preferring to fondle Trixie’s teats and lap Moondancer’s juices from her sticky thighs.

Cherry Jubilee knew that even a male can stay focused on a task, if his nuts have been recently emptied. Thanks to the unicorn sluts who now writhed beneath her tongue, those fat human seed-tanks were officially dry. Applejack was welcome to try and win John back, but after the magical draining he’d just undergone, the farmpony would be lucky to get so much as a semi out of the human stud she’d once treated so lightly!

So Cherry Jubilee thought, yet she underestimated just how insistent the Apple family could be...

At the end of the dusty trail it was Applejack herself who greeted John, standing at the door to the farmhouse where the two had found so much pleasurable companionship. She wore her most daring dress, its deep cut neckline allowing her chest floof to puff out rudely in dusk’s light. “Howdy, stranger,” she murmured flirtatiously, placing a freshly hooficured foot on John’s leg.

As he walked the trail, John had mused on his abrupt departure from Sweet Apple Acres, and begun to worry that he’d offended Applejack. Yet on seeing him again, she was all smiles and batted eyelashes. Her sinful body and coy smile hinted that the human who pleased her would be treated well indeed — but the muscle behind that touch declared that the man who made her cross, might find himself bucked halfway to the moon!

“G-good evening, Applejack.” John tipped his hat somewhat awkwardly. He was fully aware that for two weeks now he hadn’t giving this imposing pony-lady what she needed — his bits — or wanted — his cock! “Just dropping by for a barrel of cider. If I could talk to Big Mac about it, I’ll get out of ya’lls mane right quick.”

Applejack shook her head fiercely. “Ya missed Apple Bloom’s birthday last week,” she accused the tall, strong human. “She was real disappointed.”

“Oh, gosh.” John wrinkled his brow. “I’m awful sorry about that, AJ, but I didn’t get no invitation.”

“Sent it right ta yer boardin’ house,” Applejack sniffed. The fleshy pearl of her clit winked out secretly as she took in John’s scent, and a thick dollop of juices sprayed from her heated marehood, soaking her scandalously short petticoat. “Quite a few fellers from there was able ta find the time, so I know it weren’t no problem with the mail.”

John scratched his head. “Erm, the thing is, AJ, I ain’t exactly living at the boarding house these days.”

“Found another bed, eh?” Applejack nodded, her suspicions were confirmed, but she managed to smile invitingly to her straying stud. After all, the power of family would soon set him right! “Tain’t no worry, come in an’ try some o’ AB’s birthday cake. We got a bit left over.”

“Hell, you ponies and your tempting cakes,” John chuckled. “Alright, I reckon it can’t hurt to sit a spell before I head back with the cider.”

Brought into the cozy interior of the farmhouse, John sat at the largest of the many chairs surrounding the Apples’ dining room table, and stretched his legs as Applejack bustled in the kitchen. The human couldn’t help but wonder why young Apple Bloom had taken such an interest in him. Once or twice John had glimpsed her around the farm, helping Big Mac with the family’s less sexy and more apple focused business. More often, though, he saw her about town, helping foals find their cutie marks and causing trouble with her rowdy friends. All in all, John had never paid Apple Bloom much mind, and he was supremely puzzled by why she would care to invite him to a party, much less be disappointed when he failed to show up.

Perhaps it was the exotic enjoyment of spending time with an otherworldly creature. John had seen how easy it was for a human to live as a social parasite among the perfumed ponies of Canterlot. Flitting from one fancy party to another, never lifting a finger except to raise a glass, and avoiding all true emotional connection with the strange yet friendly creatures of Equestria. Upon arriving from Earth, John had taken one look at such frippery and boarded the first train to Ponyville — a place where folks were hard working, honest, and real!

Before too long Apple Bloom herself trotted in from the kitchen, holding a small yet highly decorated china plate in her mouth, on which could be found a large slice of apple cinnamon sheet cake. John could smell the mouthwatering scent from here, his simple cowboy tastes aroused by the pile of freshly whipped cream atop the confection — the surest sign that rough camp cooking had been set aside for the pleasures of civilization!

Apple Bloom’s eyes beamed with youthful energy, and the bow atop her mane was just as big and red as ever. Yet something subtle seemed to have changed in the birthday girl’s demeanour. She seemed larger... and rounder, somehow? Was this the peril of eating too much of the always delicious Equestrian cake? Still, with the amount of bedroom “exercise” he’d been getting, John supposed it couldn’t hurt to indulge, just this once...

“Serve our guest,” Applejack instructed, trotting in behind her sister and shucking a red gingham apron. Apple Bloom cheerfully set the plate on the family dinner table and nodded cheerfully at it. “Here you are, Mr. John!” she cheered.

“Why, thank you, little miss,” John stated politely. He reached for the fork at his place setting, only to be startled as Apple Bloom hopped onto the table herself and picked up the utensil in her own mouth. Skilfully scooping up a wedge of cake and cream, she leaned over and offered the laden fork to John.

After a confused glance at Applejack, John opened up and took in the bite of cake, allowing the heavenly morsel to tickle his taste buds. The smooth cream frosting tamed the heat of the exotic spice blend, and the sweetness of apple and brown sugar tied the whole thing together. John found himself relaxing somewhat, the awkward situation of Apple Bloom’s unending stare giving way to the wholesome togetherness of family.

Again and again, Apple Bloom took forkfuls of cake upon the tines of her gleaming fork and fed the sweet treat to her tardy party guest. “To be honest, AJ, I’d think you wouldn’t want me having anything to do with your sister,” John mused between bites. “After all, she’s just an innocent filly. She oughta be out skinning her knees and getting into trouble — not, erm... you know, with stallions and whatnot.”

Applejack shook her head firmly. “Apple Bloom ain’t a filly no more, John — ya missed her 18th birthday.”

“Golly! 18, eh? As I said, very sorry for missing the festivities.” Most awkwardly John cleared his throat. The rich taste of apples and cinnamon was warming both body and soul... and seemed to be having a distressing effect on the not-so-little friend he kept in his trousers! This was unbelievable, considering the sexual wringer John Junior had been put through not one hour before. In all his experience, the human had never dreamed he could feel so empty and drained as he had in Trixie’s bed... but all it took was a few minutes of conversation with the lovely Applejack, and his naughty mare-rouser was raring to go once more!

“I said, her 18th birthday, John,” Applejack repeated, seemingly stuck on what to John was a meaningless number. The human merely shrugged appreciatively. Back on Earth, a horse that reached its 18th birthday would be an elderly specimen indeed!

John casually covered his ever tightening crotch with his cowboy hat, and nodded at the young mare who was firmly pressing yet another forkful of cake between his lips. “Many happy returns, Apple Bloom. Now, AJ, why don’t you send your sister out, then come and sit on my lap like old times? I-I seem to be having a ‘problem’ that only you can help me with.”

Applejack shook her head firmly. “I don’t think ya understand tha importance o’ the 18th birthday in Equestrian society, John. Apple Bloom is a mare now, with a mare’s rights, an’ a mare’s needs. Needs that you ain’t been meetin’.”

“S-say, what’s in this cake?” John stuttered. As the exotic spice of the moist cake sent fire into his veins, something beneath his hat (a very LARGE something!) abruptly twitched and knocked it off his lap and onto the floor.

Applejack merely moved her whispering lips closer to John’s human ear. “Ya really shoulda been here fer the party, John,” she sighed with faux disappointment. The smirk on her face matched the look of hungry anticipation that played across Apple Bloom’s muzzle as she moved in with another load of sweets for John’s reluctantly opened mouth. “We invited over all mah regular customers, they each ate a big slice o’ cake, an’ they introduced Apple Bloom ta the family business.”

“The — ya mean, she —” John gulped down his latest mouthful of cake as nervous sweat began to drip down his neck... just in time for a grateful Applejack to lick it all away, moaning sensuously with every taste of the salty human nectar. Oh, how she’d missed this exotic delight!

“Mah sister was very grateful for all the presents the fellers brought ’er,” she whispered in John’s ear, tickling his sensitive hairs with her breath. “Big, stiff, stallion-stinky presents. Oh, she just couldn’t wait ta play with all her new toys. Ain’t that right, Apple Bloom?”

“Hmm-hmm!” Apple Bloom set the metal fork down on the fine Apple family china, having found a more enjoyable use for her mouth. Leaning down from the table onto the chair below, she ran her muzzle up and down the bulge she was now old enough to appreciate, kissing and licking it through the rough canvas of John’s jeans.

“Now, mah sister’s virginity is reserved for a very wealthy stallion I ain’t gonna name,” Applejack cautioned, “so I can’t promise ya no action at her back half. But I think ya’ll will be not disappointed at what we have in store for ya tonight.”

John practically squealed as the filly-turned-mare snuffled up the length of his cock, taking great gusts of his scent into her eager nostrils — not to mention a leftover whiff of Trixie’s and Moondancer’s perfumes. Weakly he tried to protest Apple Bloom’s newfound interest in human penis. “AJ, she’s... she’s undoing my belt!”

Applejack only nodded. “Don’t help ’er, she’s gotta learn this fer herself: how ta strip an’ service a stallion. It’s a vital farm task, specially round these parts.”

Belt, button, zipper... none of these human inventions were an obstacle to Apple Bloom’s talented mouth and tongue. John’s cock was now at a full rigidity beneath the fabric that constrained him. His time at the Cherry Hill Ranch was a distant memory, and it felt as if Trixie and Moondancer had cruelly blueballed him instead of giving him the magicjob of a lifetime. Every touch of Apple Bloom’s muzzle made his man-flesh twitch, tempting him to toss her onto her back, rip away the virginity she’d promised to some rich plutocrat, and make her fully a mare!

As for Apple Bloom, she was grateful that the pending sale of her maidenhead kept her pussy safe from the meaty “gift” she was unwrapping. The bulge running down John’s leg was nearly twice the length and girth of the average stallionhood! She’d definitely need to work her way up to this one... but she knew she’d scream as loud as Applejack did, once he finally hilted inside her!

Applejack glared at John’s twitching hands, sensing that the helpless human was on the verge of ruining a pleasant evening, whether by pushing Apple Bloom away or pinning her beneath him. Before he could do either, she leaned forward and deployed her secret weapon — her firm, soft pony lips! Pressing them against John’s own, she began a lover’s kiss, staining his mouth with her red lipstick, slipping her powerful tongue between John’s tonsils and giving him the very concentrated essence of the “marefriend experience” every stallion craved.

Perhaps not every human could be tamed by such a kiss, but John was a hopeless romantic! He instantly ceased his struggles, allowing Apple Bloom to grip his waistband between her teeth, letting her work her will as Applejack soothed him with her all conquering kiss. Nothing existed for John in that moment save the heavenly touch of Applejack’s lips, the straw colour of her mane and the deep green of her eyes! John’s lonely heart leapt with joy, for such a passionate kiss could only mean one thing!

With a loud *muah!* human and pony lips finally parted, letting John gasp for breath. “A-Applejack, I never knew you felt this way!” he blurted out, gently caressing his lover’s ear. Tiny red hearts of love were forming in his eyes... or were they apples?

“I don’t,” Applejack informed bluntly, “but it’s fun ta pretend, ain’t it?” She patted John’s cheek with a freshly hooficured foot, subtly pushing him away. “Now, we’s making some changes here at Sweet Apple Acres. Fer starters, the charge is now 20 bits a night.”

“I git 5!” Apple Bloom chirped cheerfully, tugging John’s trousers down with her teeth.

“Oh, oh, gosh...” John sputtered and shuddered in his chair, overcome by the intensity of this family’s sexual power, and the near certain knowledge that there were NO feelings on Applejack’s side whatsoever! “Y-you two really know how to give a feller his money’s worth... you sure there ain’t nothing between us, AJ? I’d swear, that kiss...”

Applejack scoffed gently. “John, if I fell fer every handsome stud who made me squirt by the bucket, I’d never stop marryin’ long enough ta enjoy mah honeymoon. Now, let’s simmer down an’ get ta the fun part o’ the evenin’, eh?”

“I almost... I got it, sis!” Apple Bloom’s teeth lost their grip as John’s vast and well exercised meat finally slipped from his undergarments to prance upwards and bounce against her muzzle. “Whoa, big...” she gasped out.

“Mmm, there’s mah true love,” Applejack murmured, licking her lips. Her backside twitched at the memory of what that cock could, and would, do to her! “Golly, he looks lonely, like he ain’t been properly seen to in weeks.” Moving in close to her human hunk, Applejack’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Now, John, ya gonna give Apple Bloom her birthday present or not?”

“I-I reckon it’d be downright rude to refuse,” John agreed. The massive nut he’d just busted into a magical inter-dimensional fleshlight was utterly forgotten. Whether it was the stimulating cake, the rude sensuality of the Apple family, his famous human stamina, or the simple fact that the author had to keep the story moving along, John’s dick seemed stiffer than he’d EVER felt before. The swelling head of his shaft bounced like a meaty drumstick against Apple Bloom’s muzzle, and his balls churned with fresh seed as if he was riding into town after months on the trail!

“He smells so good, AJ,” Apple Bloom breathed. Her tongue thrilled to its first taste of human flesh, and she lapped at the dewy pearls that dribbled from John’s yawning cumslit. “Mmm, an’ he tastes like salty honey...”

“Yew just enjoy yerself, sis,” Applejack smiled agreeably. “Human cocks were brought ta Equestria fer the pleasure o’ mares. Why, even the Princesses like ta indulge, I hear.”

Having mastered the intricacies of John’s belt and zipper, Apple Bloom set her talented earth pony mouth to work on another mysterious piece of human equipment. She stretched her jaw to get John’s glans into her muzzle, and began to suck away hungrily, bobbing her head up and down to wrap her lips around the crown. Her hoof flew to her crotch, and she eagerly rubbed herself on her family’s very dinner table, as an outlet for the excitement that bubbled up within her from her first taste of ape dick.

Now, John was a simple man... when a woman wanted to suck his cock, he graciously allowed her! He sat back in the chair, dipped a finger into the last remnants of that soul stirring apple cake, and idly scooped up a smidgen of cream — all while enjoying Apple Bloom’s best attempt to pull a load of “cream” right back out of him!

Abruptly Applejack did a double take as she watched her sister sip from the fleshy pipe at John’s crotch. “Say, Apple Bloom, where’s yer whorsin’ lipstick?” she inquired.

Apple Bloom simply grunted with annoyance and stretched her wet, yet unadorned lips further down John’s meaty shaft, trying to hook her customer on the feel of her mouth before the uptight Applejack could put a stop to their fun.

“Dagnabbit, AB, ya need ta take this serious!” Applejack huffed. “Yew know stallions like a mare ta wear lipstick when she goes down. Them slutty red rings on the shaft is the Sweet Apple Acres symbol o’ quality! How else they gonna prove ta the wife they didn’t blow their pay on liquor an’ cupcakes?”

“It’s quite all right, Miss Applejack,” John assured. “Ain’t got no wife to convince, and I’d be a mite disappointed right now if Apple Bloom had to stop tasting on me... whatever the reason.”

Applejack’s side eye now turned to John, for this was the first time he’d ever been less than totally accommodating to her way of doing things. With a whole whorsehouse of lesser mares at his disposal, had this so called stud grown too big for his britches?

Naw, Applejack decided... John was simply the sort of easygoing stallion who went along with whichever mare was currently fastened onto his cock! For weeks, that fortunate mare had been Cherry Jubilee. At the moment, it happened to be Apple Bloom. Later tonight, Applejack would be showing him how a true whorse operates, and winning his custom back for good!

Apple Bloom frantically clopped herself as she struggled to wedge her jaw around the hoof sized head of John’s ape dick, slurping and sighing as blobs of delicious fluid leaked from the tip. The inexperienced mare was determined to one day give Applejack a run for her money as Ponyville’s top blowjob artist, and she knew the only way to reach that summit was hard work, on hard cocks!

The many throbbing “candles” Apple Bloom had “blown out” at her birthday party had proved merely a taste of what was to come for the orally fixated mare. Wherever she went around Ponyville, it seemed that kindly stallions now beckoned her behind counters and into alleyways, unsheathing musky and meaty treats for her to snack on. After lightening their balls and lifting their spirits, Apple Bloom inevitably found the grateful males dropping shiny bits into her saddlebag, donations which were gratefully accepted. And then there were the fringe benefits — Apple Bloom wouldn’t be paying full price for quills or sofas anytime soon!

Yet to truly show her love of fat floppy horsedong, Apple Bloom knew she’d need to learn to deepthroat her customers, just as big sister did. For several days now, she’d been challenging herself to reach at least as far as the medial ring, on every cock that went into her mouth. This was a lot of cocks, and by now Apple Bloom could nearly always touch her outstretched tongue against that fleshy milestone. But there wasn’t a medial ring to be found on John’s huge tummy-tickler — for humans, it seemed, a blowjob was all or nothing!

Here goes... Apple Bloom thought to herself. Next stop, chin to the balls! Standing straight atop the dinner table she took a deep breath, addling her already woozy brain on the scent of John’s musk. She relaxed her jaw, let her throat go limp, and drove her head downwards onto that stallwart pillar...

... only to recoil with a sudden *GLURK!* This monstrous sausage was just too fat to squeeze down her throat! Yet Applejack had surely swallowed John to the base on her first attempt — it was hopeless! Apple Bloom would never be as good at sucking dick as her overachieving sister!

Applejack tsked gently and put a soothing hoof on Apple Bloom’s mane, encouraging her to keep trying. “She’s still learnin’,” the kindly mare explained to John, “an’ yer tree-trunk is on a whole ‘nother level, so be patient with ’er.”

“You’re doing just fine, Apple Bloom,” John encouraged. “The tip is the most sensitive bit, anyways. Why don’t you just suck on that for a while? I reckon you’ll get me off in a jiffy.”

Apple Bloom pulled up from John’s cock and wiped the sticky strings of spit off her muzzle, grinning at the human. “Why, o’ course, sir!” she drawled, her happy mood restored. “We at Sweet Apple Acres aim ta please!” The eager cocksucker then opened wide, dipped her neck and mouthed John’s prick again, slurping HARD on his mushroom crown and probing his wet slit with her eagerly tasting tongue. Even if she couldn’t yet throat John, he loved what she was doing to her, and she was determined to show him the time of his life!

“That’s the spirit!” Applejack beamed at her sister as John groaned beneath Apple Bloom’s frantic mouth work. “Ya gotta listen ta the customer, give ’im what he wants... an’ then give ’im a lil’ bit more, if ya know what I mean, eh, Apple Bloom?”

At this less than subtle prompting, Apple Bloom dropped to her knees on the dinner table and reached her soft and squishy front hooves to wrap around John’s shaft. Gently, firmly, she began to stroke as she sucked. She thrilled to the feel of John’s smooth, taut flesh beneath her hooves, even as John gasped at the exotic touch of Apple Bloom’s powerful limbs. Getting a firm grip on the unsucked portion of human cock, Apple Bloom briskly sped her pumping motions, up and down, bringing a satisfaction to John’s shaft even as his sensitive tip was treated to the pure heaven of the young lady’s mouth.

Though there was plenty of space for Applejack to add her own talented hooves to the lengthy human meat, the older sister opted instead to grip Apple Bloom’s head, just behind her bow. Gently yet firmly, the experienced courtesan guided her sister’s tiny mare-mouth along the very crown of John’s prick, repeatedly stuffing her gob with meat, then extracting it with a loud *pop* sound.

Satisfied that Apple Bloom’s cock worship was up to the Sweet Apple Acres standard, Applejack leaned again towards John’s trembling lips, her eyes soft and seductive. “Jes fer yew, John, mah #1 stud,” she murmured, “yer bout ta have both the Apple sisters usin’ their mouths on ya.” Electricity sparked as their lips touched once more, and John’s already frazzled senses were blasted by Applejack’s deep kiss, sending his mind reeling into new realms of pony pleasure.

Such a passionate treatment was right out of the romantic fantasies John had harboured ever since meeting Applejack on his second night in Equestria. But why was he now imagining the Element of Honesty with a comely beauty mark on her cheek? Apple Bloom had perky teats and a round, dick stiffening plot — why was her red mane the feature that caught John’s lustful attention? He was being double teamed by two beautiful gals his own age... why did the young man’s mind keep straying to thoughts of much older mares?

In his mind’s eye, John caught a glimpse of his dream woman, lovely beyond compare. Her face was turned away, her body covered by a beautiful gown. She was a pony, but he couldn’t sense a horn or wings... who was this angelic vision? An older mare she was, to be sure — too old for a boy like him, some would say. But with his practised eye for horses, John could tell the lady was still of breeding age. “A foal or two left in her, if she’s paired with the right stud,” as his old ranch boss would say.

Somehow, John knew that this mystery mare was sweet and kind, a splendid partner for any male who might win her. Why wouldn’t she turn and show her face? Instead her tail flagged before him, lifting her skirts and challenging him to identify her from the rear view. John saw creamy offwhite fur, a splendid teardrop of a pussy, and finally a glimpse of the mystery mare’s cutie mark, it seemed to be a pair of cherrie—

Something in John’s unconscious surged, and with an almighty groan into Applejack’s lips he hiked his hips and fired a torrent of fresh sperm up into Apple Bloom’s mouth. Apple Bloom gagged and sputtered on the sudden blast of seed, and the copious male fluid overflowed her lips and flowed down John’s shaft, to spread over his twitching testicles like drizzled icing.

For Apple Bloom, a moment of self doubt was washed away by the heavenly taste of human cum. Whatever the stumbles on the way, she’d made her stallion pop, and the creamy reward was everything she hoped for! She gulped down mouthfuls of John’s hearty load as quickly as she could, only to feel a huge human hand grasp her firmly behind the ears.

Uh-oh... she thought, just in time for her head to be FORCED downwards!

In an instant the fleshy dome of John’s spouting cock was RAMMED against the back of Apple Bloom’s throat, making her cough and gag. Seed spewed from her nostrils, and a tingle shot through her still unclaimed cunt. This must be what Applejack had meant when she sighed longingly out the window and whispered “I miss John, he knows how ta treat me rough...”

Of course, this gentle giant of a human wasn’t consciously trying to cram his dick down Apple Bloom’s too-small gullet. At this point, John was hardly conscious at all! Even as they became covered and caked with their own sticky overflow, his balls throbbed violently and kept doing their work, dragging out his orgasm to obscene length, heedless of the frankly insane demands being placed on their capabilities. Earlier today Moondancer had demanded that John fill an entire pocket dimension with fresh semen... now he was expected to satisfy the cravings of the Apple sisters, as well?

Maybe it was the cake (Actually, it was definitely the cake) but this human was up to the challenge! He came, and came, and came some more, humping his hips into Apple Bloom’s mouth until both body and spirit felt completely drained. Drawing out a deep shudder of relief, he finally lay limp in his chair, letting go of Apple Bloom’s mane and shuddering with every touch of her still eager tongue.

Applejack smiled as she watched John leave Cherry Jubilee’s control and fall helplessly back into the Apple family’s orbit. Beaming with pride, she nonetheless sounded a bit condescending as she observed the mess her sister had made in the dining room. “There ya are, AB, that’s sign of a job well done. Human cum is good fer yer fur. Gulp it all down, now, an’ make sure ta smile at the customer.”

Apple Bloom’s glare at her bossy sister was swiftly replaced by a noisy swallowing sound, one final cough, and a sweet smile at the man whose cock was still spouting the final dregs of his delicious load over her lips and muzzle. “Thanks fer choosin’ Sweet Apple Acres, John!” she chirped. Then, with a naughty wink at the handsome human before her, she added: “An’ thanks fer choosin’ mah face ta nut all ovah!”

“Uh... hahhh...” John merely gave a silly smile as he struggled to catch his breath. His mind was reeling, and not simply from the satisfying climax of Apple Bloom’s unskilled if passionate fellatio. As his post nut clarity dawned, his subconscious had finally assembled the scattered pieces of a revelation long in the coming.

Heedless of the furious activity happening beneath John’s dazed expression, Applejack assumed that he was simply relieved by a satisfying climax after weeks of sub-standard pussy. She cheerfully picked up the human’s still stiff cock in her hooves and playfully slapped her sister’s muzzle with its throbbing girth, sending leftover sperm flying in the air to streak Apple Bloom’s mane and soil her bow. As Apple Bloom scowled and dipped her head to lick clean John’s sperm covered shaft, Applejack leaned in close to her lover’s face, putting on a practised and irresistible smile.

“Jes remember, John,” the beautiful mare murmured seductively, “Sweet Apple Acres ain’t some money grubbin’ business. We’s a family. When things get stiff an’ rigid, an’ difficult ta handle, yew can always count on family ta lend a helpin’ mouth. Now, them 20 bits ain’t gonna be a problem, is it?”

“I—I—...” John simply couldn’t respond. Reeling from Applejack’s mixture of sexual forwardness and blunt romantic rejection, he had stumbled upon an obvious fact, hidden for far too long by his own dense and clueless male nature. This strange new thought took some getting used to, but as the concept took hold of him, he found that it fit his emotions like a glove.

As he woke up to this new reality, John actually began to feel grateful that Applejack had no feelings for him! Lands sakes, what an awkward situation THAT would have been!

For this muddleheaded human finally saw what ought to have been crystal clear for weeks...

He was ALREADY IN LOVE... with Cherry Jubilee!