Author's Note

Sex Scene Participants: Zecora/Applejack
Contains: first date jitters, submission into zebra superiority, rimming, twerking, ball-sucking, blowjobs, consensual roughness, facefucking, little-contact orgasms, brief deepthroating, and a goodbye kiss~

Zecora the Honorary Apple

Applejack woke up in his bedroom, feeling his heart pounding in a frenzy as the thoughts he wondered on the way back to the barn showed up in full-swing. It should’ve been relaxing, knowing that it was the same place that Zecora had shown up week after week, especially since he had long since met the orange farmpony’s family already. It should’ve been relaxing, given that Applejack had already had a good and detailed plan of what to do for the date to keep Zecora entertained as well as thoroughly getting to know the farmpony even better than before. It was at least comforting to have made sure to have everypony that normally occupies the house to be out somewhere else, whether it was hanging out with the other elderly in Ponyville or having date night or hanging out with the Cutie Mark Crusaders. And yet, the irony of that was that he had none of his beloved family to comfort him. Especially as his mind was wrought with how they would feel about him dating a zebra. They’ve long since known him to be gay and had no issue with that so long as the stallion was a proper contributor to the Apple family. Zecora had easily proven that ten times over, but would they accept Applejack being part of a zebra’s herd despite that?

“Helloooooooooooo?”

Applejack’s heart stopped for the briefest of moments, before his heart thundered hard in his chest at the deep and eloquent voice that was unmistakable. Bolting out of his bed and forgetting about everything else, including brushing his teeth or hair, Applejack bolted to the front door of the barn and opened it wide to see Elusive in all his feminine unicorn glory. He stared at Applejack with a gentle half-lidded gaze, smirking wide as he looked Applejack up and down.

“See you got a headstart on the day?” Elusive giggled.

“What’re ya doin’ here, exactly?” Applejack looked over his shoulder before looking back to the smaller unicorn with wide eyes. “Oh great apple on a tree, please don’t tell me ah remembered the order of the dates wrong. Ah don’t think ah could recover from something that embarrassing…”

“No, definitely not. May I come in?” Elusive asked, getting a quick nod from the big orange stallion as the striped unicorn entered the barn and closed the door behind him with his magic. Making a beeline for the couch, almost as if it was his home, Elusive sat himself down and looked at Applejack with a gentle smile and a pat on the couch. Applejack felt some of his nerves fluttering away from Elusive’s sweet gesture, and trotted to sit on his own family’s couch as the unicorn looked at him.

“I’m sure you feel like a fish out of water, darling,” Elusive expressed, and clarified before Applejack could interrupt to ask. “You know, entering the herd so late as I have. And especially with your worries about your family and our other friends on top of that, it’s only natural that you’d have so much more stress than a normal date would offer. But because I know many of the main reasons behind what you’re doing, I thought it was important that I visited you and gave you a sense of relief…let me excuse myself for a moment, darling.”

Elusive gently moved off the couch without making a sound, Applejack’s eyes widened as he drank in the lithe unicorn’s light gray ponut and balls right below his backdoor. He wasn’t going to pretend that he didn’t glance at his best friend’s goods for a few moments longer than normal up until that very moment, but now that it was clear he was going on dates with all of them and being seriously considered as a new part of the herd, Applejack found himself far less guilty of getting a good look at what the beautiful unicorn’s body had to offer. For years, he saw himself as easily fucking Elusive into a moaning mess as the dominant stallion in the hypothetical relationship. Now, having declared himself as a future sub to Zecora and Butterscotch, Applejack had no clue where that left his potential romance with Elusive. Would they still fuck each other? Would their dating be while getting fucked by their doms? Either way, Applejack knew he would do anything for the diamond-flanked cutie that had been nothing but generous in the process so far.

Elusive skipped off with a light hum moving from his lips as he disappeared down the hallway, coming back several moments later with a clean brush that he had bought for Applejack a couple weeks ago, but the farmpony had never used it. The light bluish green brush was held in Elusive’s magic as he trotted behind the couch and used another magic spell to gently remove Applejack’s hat from his head and place it on the empty spot the unicorn once sat at.

“Oh Elusive, that’s uh, super sweet of you ah certainly promise,” Applejack laughed as his short blonde mane was exposed and at Elusive’s mercy. “But ah don’t know how effective mane-brushing is going to be at getting ready for a date. At least, for more than ten seconds.”

“Oh Zecora isn’t going to be here for at least half an hour,” Elusive laughed, placing his gentle forehooves on Applejack’s rugged shoulders and moving them back and forth as he inevitably heard the soft moan from the orange farmpony slowly caving to whatever Elusive wanted from him. With a giggle, Elusive brought the brush to Applejack’s mane and slowly worked it through the knots. Through the first few brushes, it certainly wasn’t moving flawlessly as Applejack’s mane was certainly tough. But Elusive worked through his mane patiently, even hearing Applejack hum along with the unicorn, as he gradually worked his forehooves down the big stallion’s back and worked through the knots there as well. Eventually, after Elusive’s forehooves tired a bit from the strenuous movement, the unicorn moved his forehooves and placed them on the couch as he replaced their touch with his own magic taking over. Two surges of magic began massaging Applejack’s body with quick pace, moving down towards his butt back up to his shoulders.

Applejack, though he knew it wouldn’t be the case due to the fact that Elusive wouldn’t disrespect Zecora, longed for the unicorn femcolt to take it a step further and to truly give the orange farmpony the most pleasure possible. Though Elusive remained true to getting all the knots out of his dear friend’s blonde mane, moving easily with little effort as Applejack’s mane became silky smooth from the brushing and the knots in both his mane and back were completely smoothed out.

“You know, you would’ve hated hearing this a long time ago,” Elusive giggled, still working his literal magic to buy a little more time with Applejack. “But you and Blitz are a lot more alike than you give yourself credit for. He properly lets himself be dolled up now since he left the Wonderbolts, which is perfect given that beautiful rainbow mane of his. Maybe if everything goes really well, I’ll style up your blonde mane like I’ve done with him too~”

“Ah…” if it were any other stallion, Applejack knew he would’ve gotten in a tizzy over the pride that would’ve taken him over, not ready to admit how good it felt to lean into his feminine side a little. But since it was Elusive, a gentlecolt that proved that femininity was wildly attractive on stallions, Applejack surprised himself with a little giggle that he let out of his muzzle. “Ah think that anything with you sounds mighty wonderful~”

“As I figured you would say,” Elusive laughed, opening his mouth to continue as he considered giving Applejack a harmless kiss on the cheek. Though with perfect timing, the both of them heard a loud trio of knocks on the door that got both of their heads turning with their eyes wide and their ears alert. They didn’t have to think twice as to who it was, as Elusive magically teleported the brush back to its normal spot as he trotted towards the backdoor. “Don’t worry, I’m certainly not sneaking. But I’d rather let you two have a proper start to your one-on-one date without my presence interfering with it. Hug me and lock me out?”

Applejack jumped off the couch and made a beeline for the silky and svelte femcolt that batted his long eyelashes at him, stealing his heart with the subtle body language in of itself as he wrapped his burly forelegs around the unicorn’s tiny figure. Applejack let himself inhale the minty berry perfume that wafted his nostrils with a sense of delight, always enjoying whatever new perfume that Elusive put on his own body. Elusive let the hug linger as long as the big orange lug needed, before Applejack stepped back and let his dear friend walk out before locking the door. He returned to the couch, placing his signature hat back on his blonde mane, before trotting and stopping at the front door where he knew the significantly bigger zebra stallion would be waiting for him. Looking to the kitchen counter and seeing the recipe books and several of the cooking supplies and food laying perfectly where he had left it, Applejack took a deep breath before placing his forehoof on the door handle and pulling it open to see the tall zebra adonis and smell a different smell on him. It was far more earthy, a smell Applejack personally loved, with a hint of herbs from all the potion-making he did. His cool cyan eyes and small smile spoke of no lewd intentions, but a proper date of getting to know Applejack beyond their platonic friendship.

So why couldn’t Applejack get those lewd and craving thoughts out of his head? Vivid images of Zecora’s far bigger and fatter cock pistoning in and out of his dark orange ponut, of the zebra stallion marking him both mentally and physically…

“Hello Applejack, assuming we’re going to be helping ourselves to quite the snack?” Zecora asked, glancing over to the kitchen counter of stuff. Before Applejack could answer, Zecora trotted up to him and gave him a firm yet gentle hug around his strong earth pony shoulders. Even though Applejack was a paragon of earth pony strength, his figure still wasn’t as strong as Zecora’s and the orange farmpony didn’t even know how beyond either zebra genetics, powerful potions, or a mixture of both. All of such was admittedly, Applejack’s lewd fantasies coming to the forefront and causing his heart to thunder in his chest.

You’ll never have a figure like that, because Zecora is superior to all his pony subs~

Applejack gasped at that feisty intrusive voice coming back full-force with a hungry need behind it. He had no clue if the others had the same voices in their heads, or if his honesty was coming out as he spent more time with Zecora in a new light. The hug ended, and Applejack moved aside as he allowed Zecora to enter his family home that only contained the two of them now that Elusive had left.

“Ya, well, ah honestly feel bad with how little ah’ve integrated you into my family given how much you help around here,” Applejack sighed. “And if we’re gonna properly become an uh…item, ah feel like it's only fair to make you an Honorary Apple. And if the family approves, actually become an Apple by title. So ah’m going to be teaching you a few recipes kept in the family, and ah’ll tell them the truth if they ask. Though, ah won’t uh, offer that information voluntarily. Not sure how…uh…”

“How Grandpa Smith would take you giving family recipes to a zebra?” Zecora remarked, tilting his head as he closed the door behind him with a casual movement of his hindleg.

“Yah, that,” Applejack admitted with a slow nod of his head, trotting over to the kitchen counter as he showed the open cookbook. “Ah’ve got a few items in mind for us to work on, especially from all the recipes ah made from the first day you three were here. Perhaps we should try making apple cider donuts first?”

“I think that is a lovely choice, coming from an even more beautiful voice~” Zecora grinned wide, giving a determined nod before looking at the recipe book made by several generations of the Apple family with a sense of shock at being allowed such an honor. If that didn’t prove Applejack was truly committed to giving the herd dynamic a shot, Zecora didn’t know what was. They began with mixing everything, making sure the right portions were in bowls and getting the dough in the right shapes for the oven. Applejack worked like clockwork, making sure everything was done to a T. That wasn’t necessarily the weird part to Zecora. What was weird to him was the orange farmpony barely making conversation as he used Zecora for glorified help for the next half hour. With how prompt Applejack was on a daily basis, usually more talkative with his family around, Zecora didn’t necessarily see it as rude. Rather, he could recognize the growingly obvious fact that Applejack didn’t have a default to going on dates because he had never been on one before. But then, after Applejack finally put the apple cider donuts in the oven, the orange farmpony’s ears flattened against his blonde mane as he looked at Zecora earnestly.

“Ah’m so sorry,” Applejack deflated.

“Whatever for?” Zecora frowned.

“Cooking family recipes is something ah already do on a daily basis,” Applejack pouted. “That’s not really a special date idea is it? It’s pretty mundane now that ah think about it, but ah’ve never been on a date before, let alone planned one out. Ah know you said the donuts were a lovely option, but ah thought ya might have been flattering me…”

“I wouldn’t lie to you, especially since I know you deeply value what is most true,” Zecora explained. “I thought this date idea was very sweet, to make a very good treat. Despite what your grandpa might think of you giving out the book, I know it flatters me that you trust me with being a Honorary Apple cook~”

“You’re right, ya wouldn’t exaggerate and ah should know better,” Applejack spoke in a dry laugh.

“No putting yourself down though, I prefer to see that bright orange face of yours glow,” Zecora commanded Applejack’s own self-respect, even taking the extra measure of lifting the orange farmpony’s face with his forehoof to get the stallion to look right into his eyes. The simple gesture got Applejack blushing as his green eyes widened. Still, despite the enjoyment of feeling such a hot touch, Applejack remained without a word as Zecora continued. “You know what I would like to do?”

“What is that?”

“Begin working on a few more recipes with you~” Zecora leaned in, his half-lidded eyes and sweet smile looked smug and pulled Applejack in further with his eyes. Before that moment, Applejack was certain that Zecora had no interest and that he was merely chasing the big zebra stud. But looking at the zebra’s powerful allure, Applejack started to wonder if he and Dusk Shine were both wrong about their own respective flavors of paranoia. Zecora wasn’t going after all of them, he didn’t need to. Just the mere fact that half of the Elements were charmed by him simply meant that the rest of them were destined to fall into his Zebrican trap. Subs under his spell to be plowed and striped by him. All Zecora had to do was be himself and they would come to him.

So why did that make Applejack so…happy?

“Ya, of course ah’d love to keep doin’ that,” Applejack couldn’t help his facial muscles, the glowing smile that Zecora asked for lighting up the room as the orange farmpony willed himself to pull away from the zebra’s gentle forehoof embrace as he looked to his own Apple cookbook. The apple salad was a far simpler one that could be easily done before the donuts were even complete in the oven, so Applejack got the bowl of mixed greens going as he mixed them with the apple vinaigrette while Zecora was at the cutting board working on cutting the apples at the right perfect slices. Or at least trying to. Some of the slices came out a little too big, at least to the hyper-fixated eye of Applejack. So after he had finished mixing everything else in the salad bowl, the big orange farmpony trotted over behind Zecora to help. But right before Zecora could wonder what Applejack was doing behind him, the farmpony was brought to drinking in the zebra’s powerful figure and given another sharp reminder to what he could never be. What he never really wanted to be as long as he got to enjoy the splendors of looking at the superior zebra stud. His powerful rippling figure that was built like a God, a paragon of masculinity and exotic magnetism. He blamed all those mares and stallions that had fawned over him in Ponyville less and less with each moment he gave up his pretend interest in submissive stallions and began to savor the superior likes of fucking hot zebra stud-

“Are you going to do something over there, or are you simply choosing to enjoy and stare?” Zecora snickered without taking his eye off the cutting board, causing Applejack to light up like a Hearth’s Warming Tree as he blushed profusely. His stare was captivating, prolonging the orange stallion from talking for a few more moments before he realized that Zecora was talking to him.

“Ah uh, wanted to help you with cutting ‘em properly if ah may,” Applejack stammered, starting to stand on his hindlegs as soon as Zecora gave his nod of approval. Draping his earth pony body over Zecora’s back, snaking his forelegs over the zebra stallion’s much thicker and muscular striped forelegs, Applejack felt his breath briefly stolen from the electric touch that flashed through his senses. Big, casually confident, and just all around superior in every way, Applejack almost felt unworthy to be touching him in such an intimate manner. Almost, because not only did they have a long friendship beforehoof unlike the others, but Zecora smirked deeply and gave a deep and comfortable sigh as he gave Applejack full control of his forelegs as he adjusted his movements.

“Ya just…” Applejack helped him, until Zecora was cutting the apple slices more neatly and with better consistency in their shape and size. With Zecora getting better technique, Applejack relaxed more with each moment and shivered in contentment at how much he was enjoying himself. He would’ve been astounded at how easily he was leaning into the idea of being one of Zecora’s herd members, had he not felt at peace for the first time in a very long time. Had Elusive not been extremely dedicated to Zecora, to the point of being striped and fucked on stage, Applejack would’ve felt guilty on his behalf for how much he was enjoying himself. Instead, the orange farmpony delighted in naturally having the same desires as his unicorn femcolt love and kept himself on Zecora until the apple was completely cut. Slowly moving off of him, feeling cheated out of being able to touch Zecora more, Applejack bit his lip and looked away as Zecora turned around and faced him.

“How smooth and clever you are,” Zecora snickered. “Though your friends-turned-slaves of mine told me how your past sexual preferences in comparison to some of theirs are off by far.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It’s supposed to mean that I know you’re used to taking the lead with your past endeavors since you’ve told them,” Zecora pointed out, smiling wider as he booped Applejack gently on the muzzle. “I’m certainly not privy to all your history though I am not dumb. With Butterscotch I can tell he loves to switch, but I can clearly tell what makes your dick twitch. Let go, and I promise you I will give you a wonderful show~”

Applejack shuddered as Zecora’s forehoof smoothly moved from his orange muzzle to his chin, remembering that he had asked the zebra stallion specifically to be a sub in the herd. While he resigned to being the dominant stallion most saw him as due to his hardworking ethic and muscular physique, Applejack knew deep down it wasn’t his deepest desire. The orange stallion just wanted to be fucked, though it was hard to give up the image that he had presented so carefully without it being a blatant lie. He was being more honest with himself by the minute, and so with Applejack giving a gentle nod, Zecora grinned.

“Very good, my little pony,” Zecora giggled, the deep and sonorous sound ringing delightfully in Applejack’s ears as the striped adonis turned his tail to the farmpony after scooping up the sliced apples in his forehoof. “You can start on whatever dish you wanted to make next and leave the finishing touch of the salad up to me~”

Applejack’s jaw nearly dropped, though he willed himself to keep his muzzle closed as he simply blushed more instead. Zecora placed the slices in the salad, took a brief look at the recipe in the book, and just started mixing it with the utensils already in the bowl while Applejack stood still. How was it that a date in which Applejack was seemingly in charge was upended by Zecora’s magnetism, his confidence? Suppose if Applejack was as dominant as he acted in the past, he would’ve been offended at Zecora’s change in dynamic. Only instead, the orange farmpony felt himself getting hard as he trotted closer to Zecora and looked to his own cookbook to look through the recipes till he saw the classic apple pie that had spanned through generations. Zecora had it at least a dozen times, though Applejack didn’t see a better dish to create for the final course. As he read over the different supplies he would need to get out, Applejack’s green eyes shot wide as he felt a firm forehoof slipping up his figure.

“I hope you don’t mind me returning the favor, since staring at your apples certainly gives me something to savor~” Zecora swooned, still mixing the salad with one forehoof while his other forehoof was occupied. His eyes were staring down at Applejack’s cutie marks now, bright red and far more appealing to the zebra than the apples he was going to eat. His other forehoof was on the muscular earth pony firmness of Applejack’s orange ass cheek, close to his dark orange ponut and big balls, though they certainly weren’t as big as Zecora’s own zebra balls. “Why don’t you give me a show of your own if you’d feel delight. Perhaps as you make your pie you can shake those cheeks with all your earth pony might~”

Applejack felt his body on fire, like a young stallion on prom night feeling desire for the first time as he gulped and felt a mixture of bright orange and hot red at that point.

“Of course, Zecora,” Applejack nodded really fast, even taking the initiative to part his long blonde tail to the side to show how receptive he truly was to the zebra’s advances. Hunger started to wake in his loins as he turned away and trotted to the lower kitchen cupboard below the counter and pulled out various items such as a pie tin for the apple pie. As he had lowered his body to do so, he made sure Zecora was watching his toned and big earth pony ass while his head and forelegs were closer to the ground as he moved his lower body in action. Giving a decent clap, though not the loudest clap Zecora had heard from a pony, the magnetizing movement of Applejack’s apple cutie marks was something that sealed the deal for the zebra stallion. Progressively over the past ten minutes he had got hornier, and for the last stallion that he had expected. While Zecora was thinking to himself, Applejack gave a couple more shakes of his ass before resuming with making the apple pie as he had gotten a bowl out and started cutting his own slices.

Zecora finished mixing the salad together, turning around and getting two bowls out and splitting the whole salad between the two of them before placing the two bowls on the kitchen table. Just as Applejack was going to ask what Zecora wanted to do next, his eyes went wide and excitement began dancing both in his heart and loins as he felt both of Zecora’s forehooves on him this time. The farmpony, once proud of his determination to settle down with a stallion sub to please his traditional family as best he could despite being gay, felt himself becoming alive and almost begging for more as he felt Zecora’s forehooves parting his muscular ass cheeks apart and showing off his own apple donut.

“Mmm, you know, don’t tell the others this…” Zecora muttered, that deep voice and its teasing words catching Applejack’s perked up ears as he continued. “But you’ve got the sweetest smelling ponut that I could just kiss~”

“Oh stars!” Applejack gasped, realizing that Zecora’s lack of action was him asking for permission, flattering the orange farmpony as he managed to gain his bearings with a small smile as he looked at the zebra stallion over his shoulder. “Well, ah suppose one gentle kiss wouldn’t do any harm…”

Applejack slightly shook his rear, giving Zecora permission with his body on top of saying it outright, and the zebra stud moved slowly and placed his muzzle against the farmpony’s ponut softly as he had asked. Parting his muzzle from Applejack’s dark orange ponut just as quickly as he had placed it there, Zecora placed his forehooves on Applejack’s shoulders as their positions were reversed from earlier. This time, the much taller zebra stud was pressed up against Applejack from behind as he unapologetically had his erect pillar against the orange farmpony’s muscular buns. Applejack would’ve guffawed at the idea of a stallion trying to assert such dominance before today, but with Zecora against him as he sliced his own apples, the orange farmpony couldn’t hold back those all too real images of him being a proper housewife to his future zebra Master…

Everything was set on the table, from the apple cider donuts to pie to salad. And instead of eating on opposite sides of the table like Applejack was used to with Zecora, the tall and bigger zebra stud was sitting next to Applejack while the orange farmpony was leaning against him despite the two being in their own chairs. They were enjoying their own plates of food, Applejack feeling his heart fluttering at how seamless the two seemed to be getting along for their first date. He had a fear, something that he was sure was mutual, that Zecora wouldn’t have been his type like he was convinced of for a long time. But astonishingly, they enjoyed each other’s company way more than the friendship that they normally partook in. Applejack even felt natural eating against Zecora’s side, getting a good bite of apple pie in his mouth and chewing it before he saw Zecora’s fork full of apple cider donut move towards his lips.

“Are ya tryin’ t-”

Before Applejack could finish asking his question, Zecora hummed affirmatively as he kept moving his fork and had the orange farmpony eat the bite off of his utensil instinctively. Applejack enjoyed the flavor, but this time more than usual as he felt the affection behind it take hold in his heart and body. Deep delight raced through him, savoring the enjoyment that many mares in his family experienced before him: a strong stud that would take care of his needs.

Feeling his eyes begin to water, and his chest getting tight, Applejack saw Zecora place his fork on his plate as he pressed his forehoof against the rippling shoulders of the earth pony.

“Are you okay, are your thoughts astray?” Zecora questioned.

“No, it’s just…ah felt like ah needed to be the stallion mah family needed, and that meant choosing a marish stallion to give them the ‘wife’ they wanted in the family,” Applejack explained. “Even if ah’m gay.”

“Ah,” Zecora winced, moving his strong zebra forehoof in circles as Applejack took a deep breath to bring relief back to his chest. The zebra stallion understood instantly that feeling, especially when he thought of his beloved Butterscotch and how the yellow pegasus pressured himself to be completely submissive until it blew up in his face. Now it was Applejack, who didn’t even want to be switch let alone a dom, and the fact was clear in his glistening green eyes. Smiling wide, feeling a risky jumble of thoughts forming in his brain, Zecora spoke them aloud. “Now that you are being more yourself than before, don’t you notice you and Elusive getting together without me would’ve caused problems some more?”

“What do ya mean?”

“Well,” Zecora chuckled, gently and stopping himself before Applejack could take it the wrong way. “You both are subs?”

Applejack’s eyes widened with the sudden obvious realization, another damning reason why Zecora’s presence in his life and Elusive’s life was critical to their relationship. Feeling relief, validation for holding off on his confession, Applejack smiled and laughed a long laugh as Zecora snickered along with him. The orange farmpony couldn’t give a rat’s ass if Zecora was genuinely helping him with his advice or if the zebra adonis was being subtly manipulative in getting between his hindlegs. Applejack felt like his epiphany was his own no matter whose influence might’ve touched it, feeling free in his heart for the first time since his parents died as his tears falling down his face quickly took on new meaning. He wrapped his foreleg around Zecora’s shoulders as he nuzzled the zebra stallion’s sweet musky neck.

They had finished the food, the two cuddling on the couch this time as Applejack felt leagues better than when he had poured out his vulnerability at the table. His hat rested off to the side on the couch cushion. The sexual teasing from both of them while they were cooking, paired with the emotional progression that followed, left the both of them hornier than a pair of mares in heat. Zecora moved his forehoof close to Applejack’s butt, stopping, and then moving it up his back again before repeating the same motion. All the while as Applejack embraced the hot and delicious touch, he looked at Zecora’s massive zebra pillar. Black, thick, almost a foot long with balls below that were bigger than oranges, the Zebrican length was a legendary sight to behold. Even with all his love towards Elusive, Applejack knew now that the unicorn’s average gray length wouldn’t have brought even a quarter of the taboo excitement and thrill that came with being so sexually close to an adonis that had half of Ponyville wet or hard for him. And Zecora having deep emotional intelligence and a way with words only sealed the deal even harder.

The only problem? Applejack hadn’t had his ponut cherry popped, having never bottomed before. He wasn’t entirely ready to do that, strongly preferring to see how well the following dates go before taking that next step, but he certainly wasn’t about to let those superior zebra balls go without them being unloaded. Feeling several years younger, a pang of excited nervousness starting from his mind to his heart, Applejack gulped as he looked at Zecora’s length openly. Even gesturing his muzzle towards it and looking right into Zecora’s cool eyes and mild blush.

“May I?” Applejack asked.

“There’s a lot of acts I would happily permit you to do, though the words need to come from you~” Zecora nodded towards his own cock on full display, waiting for Applejack to continue, which he without a doubt figured that the honest pony could bring himself to do.

“Ah want to touch your cock, not just with my hooves but with my mouth,” Applejack almost pleaded, feeling much less like a stallion like a change and more like a young mare out on the town, sneaking off with some stallion her family didn’t approve of. That certainly didn’t help, causing the orange farmpony’s length to become hard and getting Zecora’s attention to Applejack’s length. Out of all the stallions that Zecora had genuinely considered to be part of a more long-term herd, the muscular farmpony had the longest length. Slightly thicker than all of his femcolts’ “clits,” Applejack’s length was seven inches and still decently dwarfed by Zecora’s massive bitchbreaker. That didn’t even need to be pointed out by the striped adonis, who pointed at his own dick with one forehoof.

“By all means do not let me stop you,” Zecora snickered as Applejack wasted no time getting up close and personal. The orange farmpony smelled the musk, the powerful salty scent invading his nostrils and continuing the undoing that had started with his thoughts the day before. He restrained himself from letting his eyes roll to the back of his head like he would’ve wanted to do, not wanting to entirely hide his enjoyment, but worried of how slutty he might’ve been coming off to Zecora for what was their first date.

Feeling Zecora’s forehoof pressed firmly against his blonde mane, Applejack’s dick twitched as he gasped and shuddered.

“Suppose you need a little help being more honest with yourself here?” Zecora asked gently, keeping his forehoof in place as Applejack’s green eyes looked towards him. He looked at Zecora’s cool eyes, normally relaxing, took on new meaning as he looked hungry for Applejack in a way the farmpony had never seen before. The zebra adonis stared at him intently, narrowing his eyes as he became more clear. “Would you perhaps like to be treated more like a naughty little queer?”

“Yes, please,” Applejack bucked his hips against the air, knowing that Zecora wouldn’t do anything too harsh. Though the idea of being “used” sent Applejack through the motions of hot and deliciously shameful desires as in the barn that raised him very differently, the orange farmpony was becoming a more honest version of himself. Zecora’s eyes lit up with a glint of excitement from approval as he moved his forehoof forward, nearly smashing Applejack’s blushing face against his fat zebra balls. The farmpony didn’t hold back, moaning against the stud that was merely considered a buddy not too long ago. Seeing that behavior looking back on it was laughable, knowing more fully that it was a mere defense for submitting into exotic euphoria. Feeling how much Zecora was pushing him towards his Element of Honesty, Applejack’s eyes rolled to the back of his head this time as he stuck his fat pony tongue against the zebra stud’s balls and began lapping at them. Tasting that masculine and salty taste brought excitement that pulsed into his own length all the more, hearing Zecora’s gentle hum as Applejack eagerly began sucking on the stud’s balls.

As Applejack moaned against them for a while before starting to kiss up Zecora’s length, the orange farmpony thought to how it was so much more than just relieving the zebra stud that was soon to be his Master. He was quickly shedding more and more of his guilty self, a stallion that felt wronged by how much he was pushing down his true self for a pony that was supposed to live in divine truth, and felt renewed in his element as he savored exactly the pony he wanted to be. Sexually open and not threatened by his own desires, submissive for such a gentle yet powerful stud, and still the beautiful caretaker of his family like he had always been. He had both embraced parts of himself that had been around the entire time, and remained true to what he loved to be. Reaching the tip of Zecora’s fat bitchbreaker, astounded at how he was eventually supposed to get that beastly appendage inside his backdoor. But he wasn’t to be deterred, and he steeled his resolve as he peppered the tip with a few kisses before taking the plunge. Opening his mouth, ensuring that his teeth didn’t accidentally graze such a beautiful body part, Applejack swiftly moved down on the first few inches till the tip of Zecora’s length bumped against the entrance to his throat. Such a simple and mildly pressuring physical sensation brought Applejack’s heart fluttering along with his eyelashes as the pleasure was deeply maddening as much as it was liberating. Zecora thankfully didn’t pull the aggressive pushing on Applejack yet, even if he wanted to be “mistreated” a little, allowing the farmpony to enjoy the very first time of touching not just zebra cock, but Zecora’s cock.

“Mmmph, hnng, nnph!” Applejack moaned against Zecora’s length hard, bucking his hips faster into the air back and forth as he felt his painfully hard dark orange length spilling pre-cum while he pushed his mouth further down with slow and careful precision. His lewd inner voice persuading him didn’t even need to be present anymore, just the pure physical magnitude of being so clearly dominated by a zebra stud barely doing anything on the couch bringing the once proud masculine stallion to new heights of submissive pleasure. He didn’t think he could get all of Zecora’s length deepthroated, not for his first time anyways, and so Applejack slowly moved his mouth back up till just the tip was in his mouth. He looked into Zecora’s eyes, so cool and carrying such authority as he stared right into the farmpony’s soul. Even if Applejack did choose to lie, there was no way Zecora couldn’t look past the words and into the very truth of his soul. Applejack closed his eyes, stirring alive with the deep and unapologetic desire that came alive in his movements, before pushing back down and then back up again. The sensation repeated, with his erection painfully needing release, and his own hardness spurring him on to keep bouncing his muzzle up and down Zecora’s length for several minutes.

Zecora’s hums turned into affirmative grunts as he lightly bucked his hips against Applejack, and decided that it was time to give the needy farmpony more of what he wanted. Pushing his forehoof against the back of the orange farmpony’s head and speeding his thrusts, Zecora essentially plowed Applejack’s face with half his length while the stallion was moaning like a filly on prom night. Drool spilled out relentlessly from Applejack’s mouth, his gag reflex was occasionally tested as his eyes watered, and the orange farmpony felt horny enough to twerk his ass unprompted like a stripper. He just wanted to be as needy for Zecora as possible, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt just the slightest touch to his poor length would cause a cataclysmically pleasurable explosion of release. He would crash with the force of a dying star, bray like a prostitute getting gangbanged, should Zecora give his length just the briefest of touches. It was already amazing enough for Applejack to see the light getting facefucked, so now he was on the cusp of fully embracing the process and engaging in his herd for real.

“Seems like you’ll actually be, unf, joining my herd for real hmm?” Zecora snickered, his other forehoof sneaking towards Applejack’s length as he was nearing his own orgasm. “That’s a good sub, why don’t you show how badly you want to join the club~?”

Zecora’s touch briefly glided up and down Applejack’s dark orange length, causing the orange farmpony’s eyes to nearly bulge out of his head as he loudly brayed against Zecora’s hot zebra bitchbreaker. Blushing hard, heart thundering in his chest, pure pleasure reaching its crescendo, Applejack came all over the couch as he spontaneously hilted the zebra stud’s entire length into his mouth and down his own throat as Zecora grunted and reached his own climax. The position was perfect as he could cum his potent ropes of superior zebra seed down his newest sub’s throat and claim his mouth as soon as he would the orange stallion’s backdoor in a future date. Applejack kept still, even if it made his throat sore to have such a thick dick inside. He knew he’d need to make some tea to relieve the soreness later, though all Applejack could feel was how the forbidden sensation made him need more. Though, as he finished gulping Zecora’s many ropes of seed, Applejack removed his mouth off of the stud’s cock and gasped for air.

“Doing well? I can’t really tell,” Zecora asked, using his forehoof that was still against the back of Applejack’s head to move gently up and down and soothe the farmpony as he continued. “I didn’t quite have any expectations for this, though I’m surprised by the sheer amount of bliss.”

“Y-Yah, ah feel the exact same way,” Applejack panted, his blonde tail swinging from side to side as he yearned for more. Though he knew that he was going to sit and think through a lot of his new discoveries and revelations the moment Zecora left, and decided to savor the post-nut glow of just how good it felt to give somepony else the reins. “Ah wanna cuddle for a few minutes longer, and then ah can walk you out…”

“Sounds like a plan~” Zecora agreed, the time flying back as they cuddled well past midnight. The zebra stud would’ve tried to spend the night had his pegasus subs not had Applejack to themselves the next day, allowing everything to happen naturally without pushing it. Eventually, the both of them got off the couch as Applejack inched towards the front door slowly. The fact that his whole family was occupied spending the night elsewhere was nothing short of a miracle, giving Applejack the chance to not have their implicit hold on him as he got to seek out what it really meant to be him.

As Applejack pressed his forehoof against the door, he paused feeling unresolved as he looked intently at Zecora.

“Can ah…um,” Applejack bit his lip, feeling even more shy about asking the zebra stud for something far more innocent. “Could ah get a goodbye kiss?”

Zecora’s eyes lit up, a youthful smile dancing upon his muzzle briefly before he stepped forward and swooped in to meet the farmpony’s lips. Their first kiss, feeling Zecora’s tongue briefly dance in his mouth, sent Applejack swooning in deep and perfect fulfillment as he longed for more. He almost wanted to say fuck it to the dates for the next few dates and hide Zecora in his room to himself, the selfish and yet beautiful hunger taking hold as he opened up to what he deprived himself of for years. Zecora sighed into the kiss, and Applejack hummed in response, before their muzzles parted and the muscular zebra stallion turned around and began walking out the door.

“See you Applejack, don’t forget to meet them at Butters’ cottage tomorrow you fruity little snack~!” Zecora said, his voice a pitch higher as he felt the energy high that was shared with Applejack. The orange farmpony watched as Zecora got smaller and smaller, the longing in his heart tugging him towards his image despite staying still. All until Zecora disappeared from sight altogether.

And with a shocking jolt of realization, of erotic epiphany, Applejack realized that he hadn’t thought of Elusive during that entire blowjob.