How Cherry Blossomed

To put it simply, Apple Bloom’s appearance was a disgrace. While John and Applejack had been enjoying each others’ company, the younger mare had been downstairs indulging her latest hobby: horsecock. Horsecock had thoroughly smudged her lipstick along her muzzle, leaving it a red mass of clownish streaks, and it was undoubtedly horsecock which had left those streamers of thick semen decorating her face, running from her nose up to the dishevelled bow in her mane.

Apple Bloom’s skirts were in disarray, her petticoats torn asunder, her tail flagged high. A set of fading hoofmarks showed where two stallions had groped and slapped her teats as she sucked away on a third. In defiance of Applejack’s rules, the young whorse had taken no time to clean up between customers. For, as Apple Bloom rationalized, her next customer was John, the rough and ready ape-stallion who didn’t care for makeup nor frippery. More to the point, Apple Bloom was in no mood to delay their reunion, as John possessed something the young mare craved even more than horsecock: human cock!

“Got any more juice in them apples, big guy?” Apple Bloom tittered, her voice falsely high and bimboish. “I know a sweet lil’ country gal who’d love ta go anothah round with the big, bad human.”

John’s dinner of spicy apple cake supercharged his blood at the mere suggestion, and his cock swelled once again, thumping against his chest like the prick of the proudest stallion. Awe, damn it... he thought to himself. Now Apple Bloom was gonna have her way with him! So long as he was physically capable of getting it up, this generous male couldn’t even think of leaving a lady unsatisfied. What would his sweet Momma think, if he refused to sexually pleasure this tiny horse?

“W-wait, what about the guys downstairs?” he asked, grasping at the flimsiest of straws. What horsecock had begun, perhaps horsecock could finish...

“I drained ’em at a discount and sent ’em off.” Apple Bloom cast a gentle gaze upon her snoring sister. “AJ works too damn hard, she needs to rest. Sides, I wanna try her best stud fer mahself.”

“I’m the best, am I?” John chuckled. “Funny thing — ain’t never heard a whore tell me I was second best.”

“Ya’ll must have a real knack fer impressin’ whores,” Apple Bloom noted. “Why don’t you get that thing inside me, and impress me?”

John’s dick wanted nothing more than to take the first offered taste of Apple Bloom’s fruit, but the rest of his body rightfully feared Applejack’s wrath. “Inside you?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “Ain’t you the gal with the golden virginity?”

Apple Bloom scoffed. “Filthy Rich bought mah pussy, but ain’t nopony placed a bid on my plothole.” Turning around, she wiggled her firm flanks, letting John catch a glimpse of the jutting ring of flesh between. “It’s pure an’ virgin,” she promised him, “at least til yew get through with it, then it’s gonna be a gapin’ mess.”

This suggestion came as less of a shock to John than it might once have been. After a week of practice with the ladies at the Cherry Hill Ranch, he was nearly as skilled in the gentle art of pleasuring puffy ponuts as with the more intuitive act of slamming his dick into horsepussy. In truth he still preferred to go balls deep in a wet, clasping marehood, but Tree Hugger and Trixie actually seemed to prefer a rectal pounding and he was happy to oblige.

“Up the bum, eh?” Apple Bloom’s solution to the virginity issue seemed sound, but there was a big problem... or rather, a tiny, tightly puckered problem! “Do you reckon you can take it?”

“I’m a grown mare, an’ I’m an Apple,” Apple Bloom drawled lazily. “Got any more dumb questions?”

“I ain’t joking, Miss Bloom.” John shook his revived prick at the tiny mare, flinging strands of beaded precum from an angry flare that dwarfed her delicate hoof. “Look at this feller. Are you sure you know what you’re getting into?”

“I ain‘t gettin’ inta nothin’,” Apple Bloom snarled brassily. “That monster yer wavin’ bout is gettin’ inta me. Right up the poop-chute, eeyup.”

“Well, if you’re sure it’ll fit...”

“I’ll make it fit!” Apple Bloom assured fiercely.

“Heh, that’s the Apple family spirit I know,” John chuckled. “Come on now, we’ll give it a try. We’ll try not to wake your sister while I crack open your lovely behind.”

“Pssh, I got mah own bedroom, ya know.” With a wave, the young mare trotted back through the door and into the hallway, her rump swaying in a nearly perfect copy of her sister’s irresistible strut.

John followed behind Apple Bloom with no little trepidation. The last thing he wanted was another awkward hallway encounter with Big Mac. Such moments had always resulted in much mumbling and blushing from both man and stallion. What was a guy supposed to say in a situation like that? “Howdy, Mac, why, your sister’s cunt is as snug as ever!”

Come to think of it, Big Mac was in quite a pickle, unique among all the stallions in Ponyville. He had no special somepony, the family pride wouldn’t allow him to visit the Cherry Hill Ranch, and he certainly couldn’t find relief here at home! John only hoped that one of Applejack’s friends would take it upon herself to seduce the shy stallion and coax out the stud within. Perhaps Rainbow Dash had her eye on him, John mused. She always seemed to be flying out to Sweet Apple Acres once her weather duties were done...

Fortunately, Big Mac was nowhere to be seen upstairs, and John couldn’t resist the appeal of what he could see: Apple Bloom’s huge plot! Bouncing and jostling like a man on horseback as the young mare strutted towards her backdoor’s deflowering! Like a man possessed, John reached beneath dishevelled skirts and pulled apart Apple Bloom’s firm and rounded cheeks, inspecting the fine flesh by feel and sight. Apple Bloom’s confident trot developed a stutter, and her fur stood on end at the human’s touch. As for John, he let out an involuntary gasp at the sight of the tender tailhole he’d soon be adjusting to the width of his dick.

Apple Bloom’s ponut was a masterpiece of genetics, a perfect example of prime equine asshole. Every wrinkle of that pucker deserved to be tasted and creamed, in John’s opinion. Then there was that beautiful pussy, dribbling and winking beneath... why, as soon as Filthy Rich pulled out of that purchased marehood, John wouldn’t mind plunging in right behind him!

It seemed that every wall of Apple Bloom’s bedroom was covered in unfolded posters from magazines: all of them pictures of a fine black earth pony stallion wearing a hat and a kerchief, who smiled at the camera even as he twirled ropes and effortlessly leapt high fences. “Hrm, and who’s this handsome fellow, your coltfriend?” John asked.

Despite her flagged tail, the human hands upon her ass, and her week of nonstop cocksucking, Apple Bloom seemed to have retained some of her innocence, for at this suggestion she blushed fiercely. “Th-that’s Cody Honeycolt, the rodeo star!” she burst out. “He’s gonna be mah coltfriend, next time he comes round ta Ponyville. Now that I’m legal, ain‘t nothin’ gonna stand between our love!” Apple Bloom nodded fiercely, imagining the life she’d planned for herself and the famous hunk of a stallion. “I’ll suck his cock, and rim his ponut til it‘s sparklin’ clean, and then we’s gonna kiss!”

“Heh, ya might want to kiss him before you tidy up his backdoor,” John suggested. He lifted a sticky horsecock dildo from Apple Bloom’s sheets and sniffed at it. “I reckon this is Cody Honeycolt too, is it?”

“D-didn’t know I left him there...” Apple Bloom muttered with embarrassment.

“Does Mr. Rich know a piece of plastic beat him to his expensive treasure?”

“Cody only goes up mah tushie, ta preserve mah retail value,” Apple Bloom explained. “That’s how I know I kin take you.”

“Hrm, Mr. Honeycolt here certainly ain’t a little guy.” The dildo wobbled in John’s hand before he set the thing down on Apple Bloom’s nightstand, standing tall and proud... and quite unneeded! “This just might work, AB. Hop on the bed and we’ll get started.”

Now, although John had licked, fingered, and rammed Applejack’s vag from here to Canterlot, she’d forbidden him from even kissing her puckered ponut. The simple human had thought no more about it, considering the choice of hole to be a woman’s prerogative. The truth was that Applejack loved a good plot pumping, but her rear entrance was reserved for the exclusive use of her special somepony, who took excellent care of it.

(That special somepony? A well known mare with a rainbow mane, whose true reason for visiting Sweet Apple Acres had utterly escaped John’s old fashioned mind!)

Applejack had urged her sister to save her plothole for her wedding night, or at least the 3rd date. But Apple Bloom didn’t have that sort of time. She was young and reckless, and an epic buttslut in the making! Who knew when Cody Honeycolt would next come to town? Would he even fall in love with Apple Bloom right away? Best to hang an “Open For Business” sign on that ponut as soon as possible!

Buttsex, Apple Bloom reckoned, was the way to make her name in the whorsing business. The power of her Apple heritage, combined with the tightness of her tender young ponut... why, stallions might even start asking for her instead of her sister!

But there was a first time for everything, and the strong yet gentle John was the perfect candidate to give Apple Bloom’s keister its first good stretch. Thus when John ordered her to hop on the bed, Apple Bloom eagerly leapt right onto the soft surface where she’d masturbated (and slept) so often. Much to John’s surprise, the lithe mare then bounced on the springy mattress, turned in midair, and landed right against his chest!

“Uff!” he cried out as her front hooves wrapped around his withers and her hind hooves gripped his solid barrel. Apple Bloom cooed as she pressed her body to his, her eyes turned upwards, full of an entirely false innocence.

“Why, good evenin’, Mr. John,” Apple Bloom drawled. With a gentle circular motion she frotted her sensitive teats against the human’s flannel shirt. “Would ya’ll mind terribly if a poor, hungry mare took refreshment upon yer stallionhood?” She brushed per plot against that selfsame stallionhood, so warm and heavy, letting it slide between her buttcheeks — it was nearly hers!

“You go right ahead and sate yourself, Miss Bloom,” John agreed readily. “I know how tough it can be. Why, I’ve had to go months on the range without a woman — and you ain’t never had a stallion!”

With this permission secured, Apple Bloom eagerly began to move her fine young ass up and down, rubbing her clit and her crack on John’s ready pole. She’d made her tailhole nice and wet with lubricant beforehoof, not wanting to experience the painful fate of an unbuttered ponut. After many glorious attempts, she was able to clench that huge club of meat between her cheeks. Her clit winking, her cunt burning, she beamed with pride: she finally had a real live cock waiting at the entrance to her sacred garden.

Her other sacred garden, that is... the one out back!

“Say, this ain’t costing me extra, is it?” John worried.

“Oh, it’s gonna cost ya...” Apple Bloom sneered. “Cost ya one big load o’ cum!”

“I reckon I can swing that,” John chuckled. In fact, his balls were starting to feel so heavy and laden with fresh seed, that Apple Bloom would be doing him a positive favour, by taking an assload or two off his hands!

John gently stroked Apple Bloom’s mane and whispered encouragement as she got a firm grip on his shoulders and positioned her ponut at his very tip. He saw his task as simply allowing his mare to learn his alien body, and he resisted the urge to grip her prominent flanks and plunder that ponut before she was fully ready. Gritting her teeth, Apple Bloom gave John a shy smile as she finally relaxed enough for the tip of his cock to slip inside.

“Yer real big, sir,” she murmured as she felt her bunghole expand around the hot pillar of pony pleasure. “But I’m gonna take every inch tonight, eeyup.” Yes, young Apple Bloom was filled with determination — and soon, penis!

“I don’t doubt it, AB,” John agreed with a smile. “Take your time, now.”

Feeling the pleasant burn of her stretching anal ring, Apple Bloom began working her hips, humping herself downwards, putting more force into each thrust, getting John inside her a hair’s breadth at a time. What her ponut discovered in this gradual excursion was as alarming as it was arousing!

Though her official Cody Honeycolt “Marebuster” dildo was nearly as long as John’s cock, the human’s flare was much differently shaped from Apple Bloom’s bedtime butthole companion. True, the very tip of John’s knob was about the size of a well hung stallion’s flare. Yet the angry purple head behind that tip was broader and rounder than anything she’d experienced before. As Apple Bloom pressed herself down onto John’s girth, determined to keep her promise to take it all, she felt like a prize winning apple was being slowly stuffed up her butt!

Fortunately, Apple Bloom loved apples!

Down, down, down... Apple Bloom let out the cutest little squeaks and gasps as her ponut spread over each thick vein of the happy human’s cock, only to tighten again as it passed. Her tender sphincter caressed the velvety firm exterior of John’s exotic stallionhood even as her silken rectum tried its best to squeeze gooey treats from his balls. By his half closed eyes and helpless grunts of pleasure, the pleasure Apple Bloom was feeling deep in her bowels wasn’t far from the joy John was taking in filling them!

John was no horse doctor, and he hadn’t a clue as to the names of the clenching rings and tender tubes that massaged his dick as Apple Bloom descended onto his pole. All he knew was, the asshole of a talking pony was just about the nicest place a guy might put his dick! And as far as these crazy mares were concerned, having their bottoms plumbed by thick human penis was an experience they couldn’t repeat often enough! All in all, John didn’t think he’d ever get tired of living in Equestria...

As Apple Bloom’s pleasure intensified, her grip inevitably loosened on John’s shoulders. Remembering a mishap from the days of Derpy’s anal training, the gentle male raised his large hands to cup and support Apple Bloom’s oversized plot, in case she should happen to fall. Giving the taut, supple flesh a squeeze, John marvelled at the perfect bubblebutts that seemed to run in the Apple family.

John was an ass man, the sort of guy who would eagerly shove his face between the cheeks of any woman who raised her skirts and made the invitation, but even he had to admit that pony plots were in a class beyond what bipeds could deliver. Dumptrucks like these just didn’t show up on human women. They were formed by long days of applebucking beneath Celestia’s sun — then put to work as night fell, satisfying paying stallions!

Bit by bit, Apple Bloom’s virgin asshole came to control more and more of John’s length in its tight, pulsing grip, widening ever further with each passing minute. Would this meaty mare-toy ever stop surprising her with each new vein and ridge? Apple Bloom definitely hoped it wouldn’t! The deeper John’s cock went inside her, the more excited the young mare became, until the mushroom shaped head abruptly bashed against some inner spot within her and it all became too much!

“GUUUUH!” Apple Bloom cried out as her cunt seized up and erupted with a pulsing stream of thick yellow marecum that soaked John’s flannel shirt. Her plot firmly supported by John’s hands, she let go of his shoulders and firmly rubbed her clit to double her pleasure, flinging more and more of her juicy spend all over her biped stud’s rock solid barrel.

John was simply amazed at the volume of mare-syrup that was being flung about in the splash zone. Applejack was known as a squirter, but her little sister gushed like a ruptured cider barrel! He wondered how that virgin slit might taste... but all thoughts were driven from his mind as Apple Bloom’s powerful hind legs gripped him ever tighter, and her plot dropped once more, accepting another inch of his fat mare-tickler up her accommodating backside.

“Thassit, John,” Apple Bloom voice was slurred, seemingly drunk on human cock. “Resize mah teenaged shit-hole fer yer pleasure. Make it nice an’ wide, so everypony knows I ain‘t nothin’ but a 5 bit dicksleeve.”

John chuckled at the filthy language of his latest conquest. “Damn, Miss Bloom, you got a pottymouth, don’t ya?”

“Fuck yew, ya damn ape,” Apple Bloom spat as the last of her orgasmic cream dribbled from between unused cunt lips. “Ya call that a maregasm? Yew think yer some stud, jes cuz ya made me have a lil’ tiny cum by puttin’ the tip in? I want ya ta ram that monster so far up mah plot, I kin suck on it when it comes out mah throat!”

John silently nodded, taking this rather extreme image as permission from Apple Bloom to take over the fucking. Slowly, smoothly, but with ever gathering speed, he thrust his hips and began pushing himself upwards into Apple Bloom’s buttery smooth colon. A bulge appeared in the mare’s once taut tummy, slowly moving up and down as her organs were slowly displaced to make room for more human cock. In and out, further and further up Apple Bloom’s butt, drove the mighty shaft, as she drooled and whinnied uncontrollably.

Turning to face the bedroom’s vanity mirror, John peeked over Apple Bloom’s shoulder and took in her glorious rear view. He watched the wobbling of the vast acreage of cheek meat that Apple Bloom hoisted on her hips, plapping up and down with such force that it struck against his thighs on every down stroke. Her cutie marks bounced like a waving flag atop the pole of his meaty cock.

Seemingly soothed by the hard pounding she was finally getting, Apple Bloom lay her head gently on the human’s shoulder as if cuddling him. “John, oh, Mr. John, please...” she whispered longingly.

“Now then, Apple Bloom, I live to please you, but you must tell me what you need. Am I going too rough?” It was a necessary question to ask, John had found. The ladies he bedded were sometimes so consumed by pleasure, they often forgot they had total control over the pace of his lovemaking!

But Apple Bloom had a different favour in mind. “Please, sir, t-tell me I’m as good as mah sister...” the hungry mare demanded shyly.

John balked, as he always did when one of his lovers demanded a direct comparison. He appreciated the unique beauty in every woman — why couldn’t they do the same for themselves? “Now then, AB, you’re a fine mare—” he began.

Sensing his hesitation, Apple Bloom snarled and twisted her hips, working her insides against John’s plundering penis, trying to force him into a climax that would prove her supremacy. “Say it!” she ordered. “I gave you mah butt — now say I’m as good as Applejack!”

At this outburst John felt that he had no choice but to take control of the situation. With both hands he GRIPPED the naughty little apple bottom, holding Apple Bloom firmly in place on his dick and ceasing his thrusts.

Apple Bloom let out a whinny that swiftly became a saddened whine. What was this torment? Suddenly John didn’t want to pound her teenaged tushie long into the night? Then what was he paying her for?

“Listen here, missy,” John growled at the tiny mare who squirmed with frustration on his dick. “I’ve tried to be patient with you, but you’ve been nothing but a little brat all evening. Talking back to Applejack, coming into her room without knocking, not cleaning up between customers like you oughta. Why, you still got the Sheriff’s cum all over your face!”

“I-I couldn’t wait cuz I’m a horny slut fer human dick...” Apple Bloom whimpered. “Please, pound mah pooper as hard as ya can go... lemme prove I‘m better’n her...”

“Applejack’s your kin, and she’s teaching you everything she knows.” Taking control of the firm ass that bounced on his dick, John gave a full thrust upwards, cleaving Apple Bloom’s thicc cheeks and resuming his hearty ponut pumping. “You got yourself a hell of an attitude,” he griped, “and if AJ ain’t told you the same, then for once she’s more polite than she is honest.”

“John, it’s too much!” The human momentarily stopped his thrusts, sending a cry from Apple Bloom’s lips. “N-no, I didn’t mean stop — yes, please, harder, it feels too good, I’m gonna cum agin!”

John fully intended to join Apple Bloom in her next orgasm, but not before he laid down the law. Angrily he gripped that firm, yellow, double wide dumptruck and vigorously plowed the young mare’s back forty as he lectured her.

“You make a decent fleshlight,” John admitted, “but that just means you’re young and tight. It don’t indicate any skill to speak of. Your sister’s got many a wise word when it comes to the business of whorsing, but you ain’t bothering to lend an ear.”

John had an instinctive feel for a woman’s pleasure points, and he’d found the tiny spot deep within Apple Bloom that had triggered her first maregasm. Now he was pummelling that spot, over and over, as with every thrust he sank well over half his oversized cock through the earth pony’s tiny backdoor. She wouldn’t last long at this rate... and neither would he!

“Now, I want you to listen to Applejack from now on. Do as she says, and don’t you ever speak a word against her. Then maybe, one day, me or another stallion will compare the two of you, and you won’t come off so bad in the comparison.”

A tiny tear quivered in Apple Bloom’s eye at John’s rough words and his even rougher assfucking. “B-but I sucked your dick...” she protested, even as her ever stretching ponut was pulled another inch onto John’s veiny stallionhood.

“You sucked the head of my dick,” John objected. “If you wanna be as good as Applejack, there ain’t no shortcuts. You gotta practice, til you can TAKE IT ALL!”

With that, John finally let go of the last of his restraint, and hilted himself in the tiny mare. His balls swung up to tap the underside of Apple Bloom’s ass cheeks, his shaft fully enclosed in the warm, wet, clenching space between her buns. Apple Bloom’s eyes flew wide open and she screamed fit to shake the house to its very foundations.

“AWE FUCK, IT’S LIKE I’M CUMMIN’ AN’ GOIN’ AT THE SAME TIME!” Apple Bloom’s cunt exploded again, without her so much as touching herself. Another tsunami of marecum sprayed through the air, utterly ruining Apple Bloom’s already soiled dress, splattering on John’s jeans, and ensuring that come morning, he would be getting some curious sniffs from the stallions over at the mill!

John paid his soaking no heed, save to continue his thrusts and to smile at a job well done. It was a common occurrence for him to find his clothing drenched in female love juices. Why, back in Edmonton, Miss Lee at the laundry had gotten very cross at the trouble he put her through, washing his clothes over and over. It got so bad she’d pulled him into the back room of her shop and made him show her exactly how he kept making such fragrant messes!

Ah, Miss Lee, John reminisced. What a classy lady she was... not like this BRAT Apple Bloom! AB dared to call herself a whorse, but John had had more satisfying sex with laundresses, and better blowjobs from sinful lady missionaries! As far as John’s dick was concerned, there was only one solution... the mouthy pony slut mounted on his fleshy pole needed to have the sass FUCKED right out of her, and some thick, creamy sense injected into her body!

Over and over, John thrust his pony punisher deep into Apple Bloom’s ass, fully intent on breaking both of their minds with pleasure. His balls were now fully recharged from the two loads he’d shot into Applejack’s pussy. Every time he pulled out of Apple Bloom’s back tunnel, a thick load of orgasmic goop spattered over his shaft from her ongoing maregasm, only to be shoved right back up the tiny tailpipe John was reaming out.

Apple family marecum was wet and slippery, the perfect lube for coaxing huge human cocks into tiny horse asses, and as John’s passion finally peaked he idly wondered whether he might bottle some and bring it back to the Cherry Hill Ranch. Cherry Jubilee would certainly appreciate the smooth ride as John railed her backdoor... so long as she didn’t know where the suspiciously apple scented “lube” came from!

“FUCK me, John!” Apple Bloom squealed, her ongoing maregasm reducing her to a mass of quivering and squirting mare. “Make me a real whorse, like mah sister! RAM MAH VIRGIN BOTTOM FULL O’ CUM!”

Apple Bloom clenched down, and from John’s guttural moan she knew she had him at last! With one final thrust, he buried his shaft in Apple Bloom’s warm depths, straightening her innards and sending a bulge up her barrel that only expanded further as he pumped hot liquid into her guts at high pressure.

“GRRRNNNHHH!” John groaned as Apple Bloom’s ponut squeezed and flexed on his pulsating dick, trying to draw every bit of seed from his balls. He tried to pull out, just a bit, to go one more satisfying thrust, but that powerful ring of muscle had locked on to him, and it wasn’t letting go for anything. “Uuuh, you tight little slut! I didn’t know they made ponuts this tiny and hot! Miss Muffins ain’t got nothing on you!”

Eh? He’s comparing me to *Derpy*? Apple Bloom thought to herself. I guess I’ll take it... she does have a pretty nice butt... She rode out one last little orgasm as John’s sperm filled her insides to bursting, then rubbed her pregnant seeming belly with satisfaction.

“Awe, gosh, Mr. John, I’m gonna be poopin’ yer nut fer a week...” Apple Bloom groaned dramatically. “I’m a used condom... a creampied anal whorse... Gosh, Granny’s gonna be so proud o’ me...”

As the last droplets of sperm were forcibly pulled from his balls, John finally let his arms drop to the side, suspending Apple Bloom on the anally embedded length of his erection. “N-now, you’re going to do what Applejack says from now on, ain’t you, young lady?” he wheezed. His officious demeanour was betrayed by the shortness of his breath, not to mention his marecum soaked clothing and his sperm oozing out of the tiny horse rectum he’d just stuffed to bursting.

“Hrm... mebbe I will, mebbe I won’t.” Apple Bloom stuck out her tongue and smirked as she did whenever Applejack caught her pranking with her friends — or, more recently, 69ing with her friends! “What are ya gonna do, ruin mah plot agin?”

“Oh, you little brat...” John growled. “There ain’t no getting through to you, is there?”

Apple Bloom just giggled in response. Regardless of any concerns emanating from her well stuffed ponut, she knew she had to bait John into a second session of rough, cunt squirting sodomy — for his own sake, of course! With his gruff attitude and mighty thrusts, John showed all the signs of a male who wasn’t being regularly drained. Sure, AJ said John had been getting his dick wet in one pussy after another, all day long, but those pussies clearly belonged to citified unicorns and wimpy pegasi.

It was a frequent mistake stallions made, thinking they could ever be truly satisfied by a mare who lacked that deep connection to nature. This was why Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo had begun bringing their coltfriends to Apple Bloom for steamy threeways. An earth pony side piece kept the relationship strong!

Fortunately, John didn’t have to worry about a thing! Now that he’d come home to Sweet Apple Acres, his tragic lack of rough horsefucking was a thing of the past. Sure, he’d tired out Applejack, but young Apple Bloom was here to prove she was tougher than her sister! She’d emptied John’s balls right up her heinie — now it was time to make sure those meaty orbs stayed empty! Eeyup, she’d suck him clean and ride him again, as soon as she took a nap....

A short nap...

Full of hot, nasty dreams...

As Apple Bloom dozed off, she slowly fell backwards, slipping off of John’s cock as she did. Inch after inch of fluid soaked meat emerged from her clinging sphincter, and her asshole made a loud *pop* as it expanded to its maximum diameter around John’s still dribbling cockhead. Freed from the only thing still holding her up, Apple Bloom dropped right onto her mattress, bouncing once and snoring just as sweetly as her sister did.

John dared to breathe a sigh of relief at the end of his — albeit intensely pleasurable — ordeal. He peeked over at the door to Apple Bloom’s bedroom, fearing that a reawakened Applejack would step in to reclaim her stud from her stallion stealing sister, but no such scenario developed. All across these poster plastered walls, the handsome Cody Honeycolt seemed to be nodding at John with a recognition that transcended species.

Mares, eh? his smile seemed to say. They just can’t get enough of us studs! Well done, friend...

The hour was late, but Luna’s night still had some time to run. Alone at last in the quiet farmhouse, John laughed quietly to himself at the ludicrously pornographic gauntlet he’d just completed. His testicles, though still supercharged with seed, felt as if they’d been run through Miss Lee’s steam powered laundry press. His arms and legs burned from holding up a bottom heavy buttslut as she rode his cock to his fifth orgasm of the evening.

Yet the exhausted human felt triumphant, like a proud wrestling champion. Despite the Apple family’s best efforts at keeping him occupied and far away from Cherry Jubilee, John had outfucked every eligible mare at Sweet Apple Acres.

Or had he...?