Foxy Boxing!

by DullDragon2070

Rating: mature
Tags: Profanity, Random, Violence, Sex, Human, Alternate Universe, Applejack (EqG), Equestria Girls, Aria Blaze, Porn, Fetish
Length: 11478

It's Applejack vs Aria in a topless boxing match. Winner has her way with the loser.

Applejack didn't know what to expect when Aria Blaze dropped by Sweet Apple Acres to see her.

She certainly didn't expect the Siren to challenge her to a topless boxing match!

If that wasn't crazy enough, the condition of this fight definitely was: Whoever wins gets to dominate the loser sexually!

*Characters are portrayed as 18+ years old.

Published 2024-10-15 03:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-10-15 03:40:01 UTC

Applejack vs Aria Blaze

Author's Note

This was requested by a couple of readers. I can't remember who, and I can't seem to find them. Regardless, here it is!

I actually got this one knocked out quicker than usual. And I got it out before No Nut November! So, enjoy! :ajsmug:

Applejack vs Aria Blaze

It was a late Friday evening in the city of Canterlot. Most of the populace had turned in for the night, leaving the streets empty. The only vehicle on the road was a rusty pickup truck traveling along, heading for a specific location. After a few more minutes of driving, the truck reached its destination, the only building with its lights on. The driver turned the truck into the alley and parked near the building’s back entrance. The engine was turned off, silence returning to the night air.

Applejack remained in the vehicle, drumming her fingers nervously against the steering wheel, a minor distraction to keep from thinking about why she was there. Eventually, she sighed, removing one of her hands to reach into her back pocket and pulling out her phone. Opening the screen, she tapped on the text messaging app and scrolled through her short contacts list before selecting the desired one. Next, she typed a short and simple message:

AJ: *I’m here*

Her finger hovered over “Send,” but she hesitated. It wasn’t too late, a voice in her head told her. She could start the truck, drive out of the alleyway, and go home. Forget this whole thing.

After a few seconds of contemplating, Applejack shook her head, a fierce look of determination crossing her face. She couldn’t run away; she had willingly agreed to do this and would not chicken out. Besides, her pride wouldn’t allow it.

With that, she sent the message.

Less than a minute later, she got a response:

AB: *I’ll let you in.*

With a resigned sigh, she returned the phone to her pocket and exited the truck. Reaching into the back, she pulled out her gym bag, slung it over her shoulder, and walked towards the building. There was a *click when she approached the building, and the door swung open, revealing the woman that Applejack had just texted.

“Huh, you actually showed up,” Aria Blaze said, wearing a smarmy smirk while leaning against the open door.

“I told you I would do this, didn’t I?” Applejack replied, giving the Siren a determined stare. “And I don’t go back on my word.”

“You truly are an honest sap,” Aria remarked good-naturedly. She then shrugged. “Now, shall we get this show on the road?”

The country woman gave a stiff nod and walked past Aria into the building. A glance around showed that she was in a locker room. Hearing the door close, she glanced over her shoulder to see the double-pigtailed woman brush past her, giving her a smirk as she did. She teasingly beckoned Applejack to follow her, which she did, albeit hesitantly. The two women walked down a small hallway before passing through an entrance into a large open gym. The room was dimly lit, the only bright lights on over a giant boxing ring.

The Dazzling approached a bench near the ring, sitting next to what Applejack presumed was her gym bag. She started removing her boots, pausing when she looked up to see the Rainboom had stopped a few meters away, staring at the ring.

“You just gonna stand there, or are you gonna get ready?” Aria asked, seemingly snapping the blonde out of her thoughts. She raised an amused eyebrow.

With a grumble, Applejack walked over to another bench nearby and sat down, dropping her bag beside her. She took her Stetson off and placed it on the bench before bending down to remove her boots. She pulled one off and set it aside but looked at her opponent before taking off the other. The Siren was pulling her pants off, revealing the neon green bikini she was wearing underneath, which did little to cover the swells of the woman’s curvy ass. The cowgirl looked away with a blush, starting on the other boot.

As she stood to unbuckle her belt, she thought about how this all started.

One Week Ago…

It was a hot day on the farm, the summer sun shining high in the sky. That didn’t stop Applejack from doing her chores. Usually, Big Mac would be helping her, but he had to take Winona to the vet for her yearly checkup. Granny Smith and Apple Bloom were in the kitchen, making lunch, leaving the farm girl to handle things herself.

Or so she thought.

While working on the family tractor in the barn, she was surprised when Aria showed up. Of the three Dazzlings who recently joined their friend group, the purple-skinned Siren was the last person she expected to come to Sweet Apple Acres willingly. She was doubly surprised when Aria offered to look at the tractor. She explained that she was a bit of a mechanic, having experience working on cars, motorcycles, and random electronics over the years. Applejack had been reluctant, but she eventually accepted the offer. About half an hour later, the tractor smoothly started up, and Applejack was impressed and grateful to the Dazzling.

Taking a break, the odd duo sipped on a couple of cool, refreshing Apple family cider bottles. Applejack then asked Aria what she came here for, and the purple-haired woman said she wanted to talk to her.

Applejack nearly choked on her drink from what Aria told her next.

“You want to what now?!” Applejack asked, coughing to clear her throat as she wiped away the cider that dribbled down her chin. The Siren calmly sipped her beverage, swallowing before answering.

“I want to fight you,” Aria simply repeated.

Applejack gaped at the woman, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. She then shook her head, quickly glancing at the open barn door, making sure her grandmother and little sister were nowhere close by. Seeing the coast clear, she whipped her head around to glare suspiciously at the Dazzling.

“Chill out, Cowgirl,” Aria said, holding up a hand in a placating manner, seeing the farmer’s body tensing. “I’m not trying to get revenge for the Battle of the Bands or anything. Just a friendly, single one-on-one match, just you and me.”

Applejack watched intently as Blaze explained, looking for any deception, but from what she could see, the woman was being honest. Although she picked up a trace of something hidden amongst the Siren’s words, it did not seem like anything menacing. She relaxed her stance while still watching her wearily.

“Why?”

“Look, we’ve been hanging out with you and your friends for a while now,” Aria explained, looking Applejack up and down. “And from what I’ve seen, you’re the strongest of your group.”

“Um… thanks?”

“And I'm the strongest Siren amongst me, Adagio and Sonata.”

“You are? I figured Adagio was the strongest, given she’s the leader.”

Aria scoffed. “No, she’s the leader because she would be super bitchy having to follow anyone else.” She then shrugged. “Plus, I don’t care about being in charge. Now, as a Siren, an alpha predator, I have the instinctual urge to pit myself against tough opponents.” She gave the Rainboom a pointed look. “Like you.”

“So, you want to fight me to satisfy one of your animal urges?” Applejack asked.

Aria snorted, amused by the cowgirl’s phrasing. “That’s one way to put it, but yeah.”

Applejack thought about what she just learned. So far, the Dazzling’s words were truthful, yet the farmer felt there was more to her request that she wasn’t picking up on.

“I’m not saying I’m on board with this, but if I did agree, how would this go?”

“We would have a boxing match,” Aria answered. “One round, no breaks; we just go at it until one of us either submits or gets knocked unconscious.”

It was a straightforward answer, but something about it raised some red flags for Applejack.

“All right, Aria, what is this really about?” she demanded, deciding to be direct.

“What do you mean?”

“I can tell that you’re being honest about fighting me, but there’s something else that you want that you’re not telling me. It doesn’t feel sinister, but I can’t figure out what it is, which makes me uneasy. So, out with it, what do you want in this fight?”

Aria blinked, mildly surprised. A minute later, she smirked, eyebrow raised as she looked at the blonde Rainboom, impressed. “Wow, nothing gets by you. You’re right. There is something else I want. As much as I love a good brawl, I prefer fighting with high stakes.”

“You mean money?” Applejack asked. She shook her head. “Look, I’m not comfortable gambling. Most of what we make goes into keeping the farm running.”

“Nah, it’s not money I want,” Aria said. She looked Applejack up and down, a predatory smile spreading across her lips. “What I want… is you.”

Applejack blinked owlishly, perplexed. “Me?”

“If I win, I get my way with your body.” Aria slowly ran her tongue along her lips, relishing the look of realization on the cowgirl’s reddening face. “To put it simply, if I win, I get to fuck you.”

The half-full bottle of cider slipped from Applejack’s fingers, clinking loudly against the wooden floor before falling on its side, spilling the liquid onto the ground. The farmer didn’t pay it any mind, too shocked and disconcerted by the Siren’s proclamation. She sputtered and babbled, unable to form coherent words. Finally, after vigorously shaking her head, she took a deep breath and finally spoke.

“WHAT?!”

Aria watched in amusement as Applejack quickly slapped her hands over her mouth, glancing rapidly toward the barn’s entrance. After a few anxious minutes of silence, the farmer whipped back around, giving the Dazzling a heated glare.

“Are you saying that if I fight you and lose, I gotta have sex with you?!” she hissed. “Is this some kind of joke?!”

“You’re the human lie detector, you tell me,” Aria slyly replied.

Applejack stared intensely at the Siren, desperately hoping she would see some sign that Aria was pulling her leg. Unfortunately, she saw no sign of trickery on the woman’s face.

“You’re serious,” Applejack muttered in despair. “You want to have sex with me.”

“Technically, I want to dominate you completely. Consider it me satisfying another one of my ‘animal urges.’”

“Oh, now you want to make jokes,” Applejack groused.

“I don’t see why you’re freaking out so much. Most people are up for a good fuck.” Aria gave her a questioning look. “What, are you saving yourself for marriage or something?”

Despite the circumstance, Applejack snorted at that question. “I try to uphold many Apple Family traditions, but I’m not that traditional.”

“Then what’s the big deal?”

“The big deal?” Applejack parroted incredulously. She paused and took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself. “Why would you want to do any of that stuff with me?”

“What can I say? Completely dominating a strong and beautiful woman like you is a big turn-on for me,” Aria simply replied.

“Beautiful? Me?” Applejack asked, baffled, blushing again. “I’m not-”

“Uh-uh, I going to stop you right there,” Aria interrupted, a no-nonsense tone entering her voice. “I’ve been straightforward with you this whole time, and that hasn’t changed. So, when I say you’re beautiful, you know I’m telling you the truth.”

Applejack gaped at the Siren, the blush on her face intensifying. Her words were genuine, filling the Rainboom with a warmth she had not felt before. Still, she couldn’t shake the self-doubt that she thought.

“How am I beautiful? When you’ve got ladies like Rarity, Sunset, and Adagio… and you…,” she added quietly. While Aria didn’t look as sultry as Adagio or as cute as Sonata, there was no denying that she was attractive.

“Beauty comes in different kinds; it’s not always defined as having perfect hair, flawless skin, hourglass bodies, huge tits, and a shapely ass. Not everyone is into those things.” Aria walked toward Applejack, slowly circling her like a shark. “I prefer a woman with muscle who’s tall, sturdy, and isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty.” She glanced down at Applejack’s jean-covered backside, a lusty smirk on her face. “And a nice, big ass is a bonus,” she finished, giving an open-hand slap to the farmer’s rear.

“Hey!” Applejack yelped, spinning around to glare at the Siren. “Watch it!”

“Just sampling the goods,” Aria said innocently, which didn’t match her lecherous smile.

“I haven’t even agreed to this yet!”

“But you are considering it,” Aria countered knowingly. “We may have only known each other briefly, but I’ve gotten a feel for you. You and Rainbow Dash have little contests against each other; you like challenging each other. I’m doing the same with you now, only instead of bragging rights, one of us will become the other’s bitch.”

“And if I refuse?” Applejack questioned.

Aria shrugged. “Then we will just forget about it.” She then smirked. “Of course, I’ll probably never let you live it down, and I don’t think your pride will let you either.”

Applejack crossed her arms with a huff, standing resolute. On the inside, however, she was nervous. The Siren had her figured out. She never resisted a challenge, nor would she back down from one. This, however, was different from the typical type of challenge. If she agreed to fight Aria, it would end with one of them being the other’s plaything.

That shouldn’t have felt enticing to her.

“Look, if you change your mind, call me,” Aria offered. She gulped down the rest of her cider, set the empty bottle on a nearby table, and walked toward the exit. “Later, loser.”

When the Siren was out of sight, Applejack slumped her shoulders, letting her arms drop to her side. With a groan, she turned back to the tractor. As she did, there was a clink as her boot bumped something. She looked down and saw her overturned bottle sitting in a puddle of cider. She bent down and picked it up, seeing it was mostly empty. She groaned again, feeling just as drained as that bottle.

She had tried to resist, telling herself she had nothing to prove and didn’t need to accept the smug Siren’s challenge.

Sadly, Aria had been right. The only thing more stubborn than her… was her pride.

The Rainboom could not say she wasn’t interested in seeing how she stacked up to the purple-skinned Dazzling. While she didn’t like fighting in general, that didn’t mean she couldn’t. After a grueling hard day of school, working the farm, or a combination of both, taking some aggression out on the punching bag she had in the backyard helped to let out some steam. But she never tried to fight or spar with one of her friends, fearing accidentally hurting them. Even when she competed with Rainbow in their usual challenges, they never traded punches.

With Aria, it was different. Sure, they were friends now (though sometimes that was up for debate), but the Siren knew how to get under her skin. Her attitude, snide comments, and behavior often rubbed Applejack the wrong way, making her want to do something about it.

Now, she had an opportunity to do so. Of course, she would control herself because, as aggravating as Aria could be, Applejack did not want to hurt her that bad.

Then there was the “punishment” at the end.

While Applejack never actually had sex before, that didn’t mean she was averted to it, having pleasured herself plenty of times. She would be up for a hook-up with someone now and again, but she hasn’t had much luck with guys. Most men seemed put off by her muscular figure and country-girl appearance. Even women she was attracted to thought she was “too butch” or manly for their tastes.

Aria didn’t think so.

The Siren had called her beautiful. Despite the strange circumstances of this whole fight, Applejack couldn’t deny that it made her feel good hearing that.

With that thought, it was inevitable that the cowgirl would start fantasizing about the interaction. Imagining herself dominating Aria was arousing. Then she imagined the roles reversed, the Siren using her as a sex toy. That was electrifying.

That was the final straw, and it was two days before Applejack caved in and called Aria to set up a meeting to flesh out the details.

“Well?” Aria inquired, standing with Applejack at the gate before Sweet Apple Acres. No one else was in sight, and they were far enough from the main house that the rest of the Apple Family could not listen in on their conversation.

“Before I answer, I have to say something,” Applejack said. Aria gestured for her to continue. “I won’t lie and say I haven’t thought about taking a swing at you. You get under my skin most often when we see each other.”

“Gotta get my kicks where I can,” Aria admitted freely, looking non-apologetic. “Helps that you are so easy to rile up most of the time.”

“Point is,” the farmgirl continued, ignoring the irksome comment. “As much as you irritate me, I don’t want actually to hurt you. As you said, I’m pretty strong, even without my pendant, and I wouldn’t feel right accidentally injuring you.”

“Relax, cowgirl, I’m not looking to break any bones or knock your teeth out either,” Aria assured. “Despite how I act, I’m not that hardcore. We’ll wind up with some bumps and bruises.” A lewd smirk crossed her lips. “You know, just a little light pounding before the actual pounding.”

“Oh, for Pete’s sake,” groaned Applejack.

“So, what’s it gonna be? Are we doing this or what?”

Applejack was silent for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves before she answered. “I’m in. I’ll fight you.”

“Bitchin’!” the Siren exclaimed, a Cheshire cat grin on her face.

“So, when do we do this?”

“Ooh, that eager, are we?”

“Just wanna get this over with quickly before I start having second thoughts,” Applejack explained.

“Fair enough,” Aria agreed. “How about tonight, after dark.”

“Yeah, that works. Where at?”

“Gilda’s Gym, downtown Canterlot.”

“Gilda?” asked Applejack, surprised.

“You know her?”

“She’s Rainbow’s childhood friend.”

“Heh, small world. Anyway, I work for her now and then at her gym, cleaning up and part-time boxing training. I told her I’d owe her a solid for letting me use the ring for a night. Just drive into the alleyway behind the gym, text me, and I’ll let you in.”

“Does she know what we’re gonna do?”

“I told her I would do some sparring with a friend but didn’t mention any specifics. Don’t worry about it. As long as I clean the place up when we’re done, she’s cool with it,” she assured.

“If you say so,” Applejack said. “So, how are we doing this?”

“Like I said before, we will have a boxing match. There will be no rounds, no breaks, and no referee. We box each other until one of us submits or wins by TKO. And no “soft” targets are off limits.”

“Soft targets?” Applejack asked, confused.

“We can hit tits, pussies, etc.,” Aria clarified. “Plus, tactics like hair-pulling, spanking, and fondling will be allowed.”

Applejack’s face was as red as a Red Delicious when the Dazzling finished talking. “W-what kind of boxing are we doing?!”

“Foxy boxing,” Aria answered, a lewd smirk on her face.

“Land sakes,” Applejack muttered, dragging her hand down her burning face. A moment later, she dropped her hand, a resigned look on her face. “Fine.”

“Since we’re on this subject, do you have a bikini you can wear?” the Siren asked.

“Nope,” the cowgirl replied. “Was never into wearing some fancy swimsuits.”

“That’s what I figured,” Aria dryly commented. She reached into her back pocket, pulled out a folded, dark green fabric, and held it out to blonde. “Here, you can use these tonight.”

Applejack wearily took the offered item, using both hands to unfold it. Her eyes widened at the tiny bikini she was now holding. She looked up at Aria, face once again bright red. “I have to wear this?!”

“What’s the problem?”

“There’s nothing to it!” Applejack snapped. “This isn’t going to cover much!”

“That’s the point,” Aria said like it was the most obvious thing. She snorted at the glare she got. “Relax, it’s big enough to cover your snatch. Anyway, you’ll only wear them for the match, and when I win, I’m ripping them off so I can plow you.”

Applejack growled, incensed by the Dazzling’s arrogant confidence. “Don’t count your chickens before they hatch. We haven’t even thrown any punches yet. It could easily be the other way around.”

“Wow, you just use a barnyard metaphor,” Aria chuckled. She shrugged. “We’ll just have to wait and see who comes out on top.” She turned and walked down the path leading away from Sweet Apple Acres. “See you tonight.”

Applejack glared at the Siren’s back, flustered and frustrated. She was looking forward to knocking the bitch down a peg even more now. She looked at the garment in her hand, and a couple of seconds later, she noticed something.

“Hey, wait!” she called, getting Aria to stop and look over her shoulder. She held up the bottoms. “Where’s the top?”

“Don’t need one,” answered the Dazzling, wearing a shit-eating grin. “We’re going topless. Bye!”

Applejack gaped at the retreating Siren, face on fire. What had she gotten herself into?

Now…

Applejack climbed onto the raised platform and slipped into the ring proper through the ropes. Standing in front of one of the turnbuckles, the Rainboom was wearing nothing but dark green bikini bottoms and a pair of sixteen-ounce gloves on her hands, and she had removed her hairband, letting her blonde hair cascade down her back. Applejack’s body was muscular due to working the farm most of her life, with freckled broad shoulders, sculpted arms, a flat, toned stomach with six-pack abs, wide hips, and powerful, tapering legs, thick thighs that could crush a watermelon. And there was just the right amount of fat to make her incredible physique appealingly curvaceous. Upon her chest sat a pair of full, freckle-peppered, melon-sized breasts topped with peach-colored nipples.

The tan-skinned woman blushed heavily, the color spreading from her head to her chest. It’s a wonder she hasn’t passed out; the farmer never felt so exposed. It was unnerving… but also strangely exciting.

She turned her attention to the corner opposite hers, where her opponent had just entered the ring. Like her, Aria had let her hair down, the dark purple tresses with neon green highlights cascading down her back, stopping just past her hips. She was as scantily clad as the cowgirl, wearing only a bright green bikini and boxing gloves. Her frame was more petite than Applejack’s but more prominent than Rainbow’s, and her muscles were more defined, and her six-pack was more pronounced. The Dazzling’s breasts were around the same size and just as shapely as the Rainboom’s, her grape-colored nipples fully erect.

The Siren walked forward, stopping at the center of the ring, prompting the cowgirl to do the same.

“Now, that’s what I’m talking about,” Aria purred, eyeing her opponent now that she was in front of her. She bit her lower lip as her violet eyes traveled up and down Applejack’s body, lingering on her supple rack for a few seconds before looking her in the eyes. “Looking good.”

“Thanks,” Applejack replied, that warm feeling returning. “You look mighty fine yourself.”

Aria nodded instead of replying. She then held up her gloves, and the cowgirl did the same a second later. They touched gloves while staring intensely at each other.

“You ready?” the Dazzling asked.

“Not really,” the Rainboom answered honestly. “But let’s do it.”

“Atta girl,” Aria said approvingly.

With that, they took a few steps back from each other. Raising their arms in ready positions, they started circling the center of the ring. Applejack watched her opponent wearily as she slowly shuffled along, keeping her feet firmly planted. Aria, on the other hand, started lightly bouncing on the balls of her feet as she moved about, making her breasts bounce with each step. Applejack’s eyes were quickly drawn to the jiggling jugs.

Which was what Aria was counting on. Shooting forward, she closed the distance between her and the distracted blonde, pulled her fist back, and threw a cross at her head. The swift movement caught Applejack’s attention, making her lift her gloves to defend herself while ducking her head. The attack sailed over her guard and grazed her forehead, making her flinch, instinctively taking a step back to get some distance. The Siren, however, came in close, throwing several jabs. While Applejack blocked most of them, a few found their marks, hitting her cheek, chest, and stomach. She hastily moved her arms to block the attacks, which left her open to a solid hook to the side of her head. The blow stunned her, sending her sprawling to the canvas.

Dazed, Applejack slowly pushed herself onto her knees, shaking her head to shake the stars from her vision. Once the fog cleared, she looked up at Aria, the woman standing there with her gloved fists on her hip. The woman bent down at the waist, bringing her face closer to Applejack. The motion caused her boobs to sway hypnotically, catching the cowgirl’s attention.

“Eyes up here, hillbilly,” Aria teased, making Applejack flinch and turn her eyes up to her face. She playfully cupped her breasts, her gloves covering her nips. “I’m flattered that you like my tits, but remember, business before pleasure. Try not to go down too easy because I’m hoping for a decent fight first.”

Applejack growled, flushed with anger and embarrassment. She rose from the ground, pounding her fists together in determination. “Don’t you worry, I’m just getting started.”

The Dazzling smirked, lifting her gloves defensively, and stepped back a few paces. The farmgirl followed her, throwing some jabs once she was in range. Aria blocked the shots with her forearms, retaliating with a few counterpunches, which were stopped by her opponent’s arms in turn. They circled each other, looking for openings.

Applejack jabbed high, aiming for Aria’s head, and she lifted her arms to shield her face. This exposed her stomach, which Applejack hoped for, launching a cross into Aria’s abdomen. The Siren groaned as the attack seemed to sink into her gut, causing her to double over. As her head fell, Applejack pulled her right fist back and simultaneously delivered a left uppercut to Aria’s chin. The blow made her stumble back and fall onto her ass.

Holding her stomach, Aria looked up at Applejack. The cowgirl stood with her arms at the ready, giving the Dazzling a smug grin.

“Decent enough for you, partner?”

Aria grinned excitedly as she got off the floor, slapping her gloves together. “Hell, yeah.”

The match continued. The two ladies moved about the ring, trading punches. They usually blocked each other’s shots, but a good amount found their marks. While they were not debilitating, each strike stung. They were even in their exchanges; Aria would land a few hits, and Applejack would counter with her punches, and vice versa. They would both land shots at the same time every so often.

After several minutes of non-stop boxing, the combatants started to slow down, getting tired. They were panting heavily, and their bodies glistened with sweat under the light. Mild bumps and bruises peppered their skin. But the fire in their eyes still burned bright, showing they were far from finished.

Aria backed Applejack against the ropes, hammering her with punches. The farmer blocked what she could, but most of the strikes managed to get through her arms, impacting her stomach, chest, and face. Desperately, Applejack pushed off the ropes and threw her arms around her attacker, trapping her in a tight clinch. She shuddered as her body pressed into Aria’s, their sweaty breasts mushing together.

“Getting tired already, hick?” Aria taunted.

“I’m not the only one breathing heavy, punk,” Applejack said, hugging the Siren closely.

“Whatever,” Aria scoffed tiredly, resting her chin on Applejack’s shoulder. “I gotta admit, though, you’re tougher than I thought.”

“Same to you.”

“I think it’s time to kick this match up a notch,” Aria said, smirking. Reaching down, she cupped the cowgirl’s butt and squeezed.

“Hey!” Applejack gasped. “What in tarnation are you doing?”

“This is foxy boxing, remember?” Aria cooed, lifting a gloved hand and delivering a rough slap to the woman’s ass, making her yelp. “That means I can fight dirty.”

“Why you-ouch!” Applejack cried out as Aria gave her bottom another swat. She growled. “Fine, two can play that game!”

She removed one arm and reached up, getting a glove full of the Dazzling’s hair and yanking on it. Aria screamed out as her head was pulled back, her scalp burning. Applejack tugged hard, pulling Aria away until their bodies separated. She cocked her other arm back and punched Aria’s right boob, flattening it.

“Gah!” Aria choked on her breath, pain and pleasure shooting through her from the attack. Applejack released her hair before throwing a strike into her cheek, making her stumble back, but she stayed on her feet. She glared at the farmer approaching, who pulled her fist back for another shot. Aria cocked her fist back and rocketed it into Applejack’s face just as the cowgirl’s punch impacted her tit again.

Both groaned as they fell back from the exchange. Aria recovered first, shooting forward and pushing the dazed Applejack against the turnbuckle. She quickly moved the Rainboom’s arms over the ropes, leaving her body open to attack. And attack, Aria did, pounding on the cowgirl’s abs like drums. Applejack had managed to tighten her abdominals before the assault, lessening the damage, but each punch stung her skin like bee stings. She attempted to lift her arms off the top rope; seeing this, Aria threw a cross at her opponent’s head, scoring a hit between the eyes, making Applejack slump down in a daze.

Then, the Siren switched it up, launching sharp jabs at the cowgirl’s ample chest. The farmer cried out from each shot to her breasts, the impacts making her orbs bounce and jiggle painfully. Eventually, she snapped out of her daze, freed an arm, and hit Aria’s face with a hook, making the Siren back off. Applejack unhooked her other arm and followed her. Aria threw a hook, which the Rainboom ducked before rising with an uppercut to the woman’s gut, launching her into the ropes. She followed up with a barrage of punches, which Aria weakly defended herself against.

After taking several painful hits, the Siren surged forward and grabbed Applejack in a tight clinch, spun around, and forced her against the ropes. Both ladies were gasping and moaning as they clung to each other, reaching the point of exhaustion; each breath made their chests heave, rubbing their bruised and tender tits together, their nipples sending streaks of pleasure shooting through them.

To say that Aria was aroused would be an understatement. Both pummeling Applejack’s fantastic body, and getting beaten on by the cowgirl, made her very horny. She wanted nothing more than to throw the farmer to the canvas and ravish her right now. The problem was that she was getting worn out and no closer to winning. The Rainboom certainly had incredible stamina. She had to find a way to drain that energy.

She smiled wickedly, knowing precisely what she could do.

The Siren pressed herself flush against Applejack and slowly rolled her hips. This had the desired effect, hearing the farmer gasp. She repeated the motion, impacting her groin against Applejack’s, her stiff clit pressing between the cowgirl’s folds, earning a groan.

“H-hey,” Applejack stuttered, shivering from the intimate contact. “What are you doing, Aria?”

“Winning,” Aria purred, grinding hard against Applejack.

“You said one of us wins either by giving up or getting knocked out,” Applejack groaned, trying to push Aria away.

“I did, but if I can make you come, that’ll zap your strength, making it easier for me to beat you,” Aria explained, moaning as she hugged the Rainboom tighter.

“That’s cheating!”

“Foxy boxing,” Aria reminded her. “This is fair.”

Before Applejack could rebut, Aria reached up, grabbed Applejack’s hair, and pulled hard. Applejack cried out, resisting but eventually letting her head fall back, which exposed her chest to the Siren. Aria cupped the right breast in her glove and squeezed, making the blonde gasp and moan. “You’ve got great tits, hillbilly,” she commented before dipping her head down and latching her lips onto the protruding nipple, sucking furiously.

Applejack moaned as her tit was suckled. With her hair being gripped, she was unable to move or aim a proper punch at her attacker. It didn’t help that being restrained like this was turning her on. Things escalated when Aria moved her glove to her groin and vigorously rubbed her lower lips through her bikini. The captive blonde screamed as the pleasure increased, subconsciously bucking her hips against Aria’s hand.

“That’s it, Applejack,” Aria whispered teasingly, nibbling on the hard nip. “Feels good, right? It will get better if you submit to me. Come on, give up, be my bitch, and I will fuck you good and hard.”

Applejack would be lying if she said that that didn’t sound good. Part of her wanted to submit, be used like a toy, and be defiled.

Too bad the other part of her possessed that stubborn Apple Pride. That part won out, having Applejack lift her gloves and box Aria’s ears.

“Shit!” Aria exclaimed, the double impact making her head spin. It also made her loosen her grip on Applejack’s hair, allowing the farmgirl to rise and push the Siren back far enough to throw a haymaker at her head, knocking her onto her back. She groaned in frustration as she sat up, rubbing the sides of her head and glaring at her opponent.

Applejack panted heavily, trying to cool down her libido. “Sorry, Aria. It’s a mighty tempting offer, but I’m too stubborn to give up. If you want your way with my body, you’ve gotta knock me out.”

Aria glared at the Rainboom in annoyance. Finally, she shook her head and sighed, resigned exasperation on her face as she slowly stood up. “Fine, you asked for it.”

The ladies moved to the center of the ring, gloves up and slowly circling. Both women were exhausted, their movements sluggish. It was a complete turnaround from when the match first started. It wouldn’t be long before the fight came to an end.

Applejack struck first, throwing a haymaker. Aria raised her arm and blocked it, throwing a cross, which connected with Applejack’s face. The cowgirl staggered but kept on her feet. Aria moved to attack again, but Applejack retaliated with a jab to her breast, making the Siren flinch back. She moved back in with a one-two combo, which were both blocked. Before she could recover, Applejack shot her hand forward, grabbing the back of Aria’s head and pulling her in to deliver an uppercut to the stomach. Aria grunted in pain and tried to back off, but Applejack kept hold of her head to keep her in place to receive a few more gut punches. Before Applejack could fire off another one, Aria launched an uppercut to the farmer’s boob, making her yelp. Escaping the hold, Aria threw a couple more tit punches, flattening Applejack’s orbs against her chest.

Applejack wrapped Aria in another clinch, stopping the assault on her boobs, but Aria switched to punching her breadbasket. The Rainboom grunted with each shot but did not loosen her hold on the Siren. Unfortunately, her legs started to wobble, and she fell to her knees, pulling the Dazzling down. Aria leaned forward, putting her whole weight on the cowgirl, causing her to fall onto the canvas with the Siren on top of her.

They lay there, breathing hard, sweat dripping from their bodies in rivulets.

Finally, Aria stirred, pushing herself up. Applejack tried to follow, but the purple-skinned woman caught her arms and pinned them to the mat. She then forced the limbs down to the cowgirl’s sides before trapping them with her knees. Aria now straddled Applejack’s stomach, staring down at her opponent, her violet eyes locked with Applejack’s tree-green eyes.

“Submit,” she ordered.

“No,” Applejack refused.

Aria lifted an arm and delivered a hammer fist to her breast, making her groan in pain.

“Submit.”

“Not happening.”

She swatted the other boob with her glove—more groaning.

“It’s over. So, submit or get knocked out,” Aria warned.

“I’m not submitting, so you may as well get to punching.”

Aria growled, cocking her arm back, intending to do that, but she paused, a thought crossing her mind. A thought that made her smirk wickedly

“Nah, I won’t mess up your pretty face anymore. No, I’ve got a more fun way of rendering you unconscious.”

“What are you…?” Applejack trailed off as she watched Aria lean forward, planting her hands on either side of Applejack’s head, bringing her massive boobs to hover over the blonde’s face.

“You seemed to enjoy looking at my tits at the start of this fight,” Aria recalled airily. “So, I’ve decided to let you have a closer look.”

“Oh, hell.”

“Night-night, bitch,” Aria breathed, lowering down and covering Applejack’s face with her cleavage. Immediately, the trapped blonde weakly kicked her feet and squirmed, trying to escape her suffocating prison, but to no avail, as she was too tired to put up much resistance. Her groans were muffled by the tit flesh covering her nose and mouth.

“Don’t fight it,” Aria whispered, pushing her chest down further, adding pressure to the farmer’s face. “It’s almost over, just let go.”

After a few minutes, the struggle ceased, and everything went quiet. Aria held there for about a minute before pushing herself up, removing her breasts from her captive’s face. She sat back and looked upon Applejack’s unconscious face, watching for any sign that the farmer was faking. Seeing none, she stood up from the cowgirl’s prone form and moved to her side. She lifted a foot and planted it on the blonde’s breast, raising her gloved hands overhead in victory.

Applejack awoke with a gasp a couple of minutes later. Catching her breath, she sat up with a groan, groggily scanning her surroundings; she was still in the ring.

“Welcome back to the land of the living.”

She turned to the voice to see Aria leaning against a turnbuckle; she had removed her boxing gloves, drinking from a water bottle, a second bottle in her other hand. As she finished her sip, she pushed off the turnbuckle and approached Applejack.

“You won,” Applejack stated, quickly remembering what happened.

“Duh.” Aria knelt, handing the farmer the unopened bottle. “I figured you slipping into Dreamland would’ve made that obvious.”

Applejack hmphed, opening her bottle and taking a large swig. Swallowing the refreshing liquid, she wiped her mouth and gave the Siren a deadpanned stare. “I can’t believe you smothered me.”

“Hey, most people would give anything to end up in your place.”

Applejack rolled her eyes, grumbling, taking another drink.

“Don’t be such a downer,” Aria said, playfully punching her in the shoulder. “You put up a great fight.”

“Thanks,” Applejack replied, somewhat bashfully. “You were a tough opponent.”

“Back at ya,” Aria returned.

They fell into a comfortable silence, cooling down as they finished their drinks.

Finally, Aria looked at Applejack pointedly with a predatory grin.

“So, I won.”

Applejack gulped with a blush on her face. “Eyup.”

“You ready to pay up?”

“…Eyup.”

“Not going to try and wiggle your way out of this?”

“I already told you,” Applejack returned firmly. “I don’t go back on my word.”

“Good.” Aria touched Applejack’s shoulder and pushed her onto her back. She then shuffled down to her hips, grabbing the bikini strings and pulling them down, prompting Applejack to lift her hips so she could remove them, revealing an unkept bush of blonde hair. “I told you you’d only be wearing these for the match. Now, roll over and put your hands behind your back.” Once the cowgirl complied, Aria wrapped the skimpy garment around the woman’s wrists. After ensuring they were tightly secured, she rolled Applejack onto her back again before standing up. “As of right now, you are my bitch. Say it.”

Applejack licked her lips. “I… I am your bitch.”

“Louder.”

“I am your bitch!”

“Good girl.” Aria grabbed her bikini bottoms, slipped them off, and tossed them aside. She stood there with her hands on her hips, allowing Applejack to gaze upon her form. Unlike the farmer, her pussy was shaved clean, showing its glistening folds in their full glory. “Like what you see, bitch?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Applejack answered.

“Let me give you a closer look,” Aria said, throwing a foot over Applejack, placing her head between her legs, and facing down the length of the farmer’s body. Squatting down, she let her pussy hover over Applejack’s face. “This is why I didn’t want to mess up your face, so you wouldn’t whine when I put my ass on it.” She wiggled her hips tauntingly. “Are you ready to find out what a winning pussy tastes like?”

“Y-yes, Ma’am,” Applejack stuttered, the scent of Aria’s arousal overwhelming her.

“Then, eat up, bitch,” Aria commanded, lowering her hips down and burying her toy’s face with her muff. Aria moaned when she felt Applejack’s tongue licking her. “Hmmm, that’s it. Ooh, yeah,” she cooed, slowly grinding her pussy into the cowgirl’s mouth. She grabbed Applejack’s breast, roughly kneading the mounds of flesh with her fingers, occasionally pinching the nipples. Her ministrations made the woman underneath her moan loudly, sending vibrations into her love tunnel. “Oh, that feels good. Keep moaning into my pussy.” She let her hands wander further, feeling the sculpted muscles of her latest conquest. She traced her fingers along the Rainboom’s abs, pressing into each of them firmly with her thumbs, before continuing her exploration.

Meanwhile, Applejack lapped at Aria’s juices obediently. The taste was bitter, but when mixed with Aria’s heady musk, it was intoxicating; she couldn’t stop licking even if she wanted to. She felt her mistress’s hands roam over her body; she winced whenever a bruised area was touched, but any pain she felt didn’t dampen the electric pulses of pleasure sent through her from the purple-skinned woman’s fingers. Her body temperature was steadily rising, and she liked it.

Minutes later, Aria felt her core tightening and knew she wouldn’t last much longer. “Almost there, bitch,” Aria groaned, gyrating her hips faster, grinding her pussy harder onto Applejack’s mouth. “Keep licking!” She cupped her boobs, aggressively groping them and tugging hard on her nipples. These actions, combined with the cowgirl’s constant lapping of her juices, eventually sent her over the edge. The Siren arched her back, bellowing in ecstasy at the ceiling as she came, the sound echoing throughout the empty gym. Her body trembled, her muscles taunt from the strain. As she finished riding the high, she fell forward, laying herself across the submissive woman’s body, her head resting atop the blonde’s crotch as she caught her breath. Her hips shifted with her, lifting enough for Applejack to breathe.

Finally, Aria rolled herself off the cowgirl, sitting up to look at the blonde’s face covered in her essence. Leaning forward, she ran a couple of fingers across the glistening surface, gathering some of her nectar on the tips. Making eye contact with Applejack, she brought the fingers to her mouth and, without preamble, licked them clean. She smirked, seeing the freckled woman’s face go apple-red from the erotic display.

“It’s been a while since I came that hard,” Aria remarked, moving her fingers back to the farmer’s face, lazily dancing them across the slick skin. “You did good, bitch. Here’s a little treat.” She moved her glistening fingers to Rainboom’s mouth, which readily opened to receive them. Applejack moaned as she sucked greedily on those fingers, her tongue collecting every bit of Aria’s essence it could. Aria pulled her fingers free a few seconds later. She stared into Applejack’s eyes intensely. “Are you horny right now, bitch?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Applejack moaned.

“You want me to make you cum?”

“Yes, Ma’am!” Applejack answered longingly, her body squirming in anticipation.

“I think I can do that,” Aria cooed. She got to her feet before reaching down and grabbing Applejack’s tresses. “On your feet,” she commanded, carefully but firmly pulling Applejack up by her hair. The farmgirl followed as best she could with her hands restrained, maneuvering her legs under her so she could stand. Once up, Aria, still holding her hair, led her to one side of the ring and turned her so her back faced the ropes. The Dazzling dipped down, wrapping her arms around Applejack’s hips, and lifted her off the canvas with a display of her Siren strength. She instructed the cowgirl to hook her bound arms over the top rope before lowering her back down, her upper body now supported by the rope.

“Lift your right leg,” Aria ordered, to which Applejack complied. She took the offered limb and wrapped it up in the second rope. “Now, the left.” She repeated the action with the farmer’s other leg. She stepped back to admire her work; Applejack was bound in the ropes, her legs spread-eagled, and her dripping pussy on display. “There, right where I want you. Hang there for a minute, and I’ll be back.”

Applejack watched as Aria walked across the ring and slipped out through the ropes, where they left their gym bags. She could hear her unzipping and ruffling through her bag but couldn’t see what she was doing. Applejack took the opportunity to think about the situation; she was trussed up, feeling like a side of beef in a meat locker, completely exposed. While she felt a little embarrassed, there was something about being bound up and put on display that was getting her hotter than before.

The sound of movement caught her attention, and she looked to see Aria reentering the ring, but now she was wearing a strap-on with a thick, seven-inch, dark-purple dildo on her hips, and in her hand was a large bottle of clear lubricant. The Siren wore a sultry smirk as she sashayed toward Applejack, making the fake phallus sway with the motion; the sight made Applejack gulp.

Popping the top of the lube, Aria poured a generous amount of liquid up and down the length of the dildo before using her hand to spread over every inch. She closed the top and tossed the lube aside, looking at Applejack as she slowly stroked the toy while approaching her. “You ready to get fucked, bitch?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Applejack nodded eagerly.

“Mmm, I don’t know,” Aria commented as she teasingly dragged the shiny phallus’s tip against Applejack’s lower lips, making her shiver and whimper. “That didn’t sound very convincing. Come on, bitch, tell me how bad you want it.”

“I want it bad, Ma’am,” Applejack crooned. She bucked her hips forward to get the toy to slip in, but Aria pulled it away with a ‘tsk tsk.’ The cowgirl whined from the denial. “I want it so bad, Ma’am.”

“That sounds better,” Aria approved, stepping in closer to press the dildo’s length against the bitch’s folds, making her shudder. “You want it that bad, huh?”

“Yes, Ma’am!”

“Tell me.” Aria flicked the phallus like a drumstick, casually tapping the tip against Applejack’s exposed clitoris, making her jolt with each tap.

“Ma’am?” Applejack gasped sharply as a particularly firm tap connected with her clit.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you with my big, fake, purple cock.”

“I-I want you… to fuck m-… me! With your big, fake, purple cock!”

“Good bitch,” Aria said. She closed the gap between them, lining the dildo with the farmer’s sopping-wet entrance. “Deep breath.”

With that, she pushed the tip forward, penetrating those folds, making Applejack moan lowly. Little by little, she fed more of the length into the cowgirl’s birth canal. Applejack struggled to keep from bucking her hips, letting her mistress set the pace. The thick toy was stretching her insides, making her mind melt at the sensation. Whenever she played with herself, she only used her fingers, nervous about getting a toy to use at home lest one of her siblings, or Heaven forbid, her granny, accidentally stumbled across it. That was a conversation she did not want to have.

That thought (along with all the others) was forcefully pushed out of her mind when Aria, who had gotten impatient with the slow pace, grabbed Applejack’s hips and, with a mighty thrust, buried the last half of the dildo into the blonde’s pussy, all the way to the hilt. Applejack gasped loudly at the accelerated penetration. Already on edge from everything before, that thrust triggered an unexpected orgasm, making her body tense, her muscles straining against her restraints. The cowgirl shuddered as she came, letting out a guttural moan of pleasure. Moments later, she went lax, gasping for air. Finally, she lifted her head, her blurry vision clearing, letting her see her mistress watching her with amusement.

“You still with me, bitch?”

“Y-…Yes, M-Ma’am,” Applejack panted.

“Good, because we’re just getting started.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Nodding, Aria slowly pulled her hips back, stopping when just the dildo’s tip was in Applejack before thrusting it all back into her, making her gasp. She pumped the farmer at a moderate pace, filling the air with the sounds of slapping flesh, creaking ropes, and erotic moaning.

Applejack’s mind was blank while she was being fucked; all conscious thoughts evaporated, leaving her with only feeling. And she felt a lot. The sense of being constantly filled and emptied, being restrained and at her mistress’s mercy, being in a state of utter ecstasy. She loved it!

Aria loved it, too, mercilessly pounding this muscular beauty for all she was worth. What made it better was that the strap-on she was wearing was double-ended, the second one inserted in her pussy, so each thrust stimulated the farmgirl and her.

The Siren’s eyes fell upon Applejack’s breasts, the bountiful mounds bouncing with each thrust. Releasing Applejack’s hips, she grabbed hold of both of them in each hand, squeezing and kneading the ample flesh, twisting those twin peaks, all to make Applejack moan louder. “Gods, I love your tits, bitch,” she hissed, leaning in and burying her face into the cowgirl’s cleavage, kissing and licking the salty skin within that valley. Her tongue blazed a trail from there, traveling across the left globe, the Siren making her mark with soft bites before turning back, crossing over the center, and taking a similar route all across the right. Aria was enjoying the journey.

And so was Applejack. She cried out, the newest sensations pleasantly assaulting her, adding to her euphoria. She was so lost in the pleasure of getting ravished that she was oblivious to the arrival of her second orgasm. She screamed as the dam burst, her eyes rolling up into her head as her body shook with ecstasy. This one seemed to last a little longer, and when she came down, she almost passed out. She barely heard her mistress speak.

“Well, shit.”

Applejack blinked, her mind booting back up. She looked up and saw Aria frowning; it wasn’t an angry frown, more like she was pouting. It was cute, but Applejack was coherent enough to know that was something to keep to herself.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“You came again,” Aria mumbled, disappointed. “I wasn’t there yet.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

Aria looked up at her, surprised. She shook her head. “No, don’t apologize for that. I’m just shocked you could come again that quickly.” She then smirked at the cowgirl. “You must enjoy being tied up and pounded like a piece of meat, huh?”

Applejack blushed in embarrassment, chuckling nervously. “Yeah… I guess. It’s the first time I’ve tried this type of thing.”

“Well, you learn something new every day,” Aria cheekily remarked, mentally filing away that little tidbit for a later date.

“You wanna keep going?”

Aria blinked in surprise; it was Applejack who asked that. “What?”

“You said you didn’t get there yet,” Applejack explained. “We can keep going until you do.”

“Are you sure? I’m all for getting mine, but you look like you’re about to conk out on me.”

“I’m your bitch, remember?” Applejack reminded her, face flushed red. “It’s my job to make sure my mistress is satisfied.”

Aria looked at the farmer in wonder, genuinely amazed by this woman. She then smiled wickedly, adopting her superior persona again. “So wonderful to see a bitch know her place.” She glared sternly at her captive. “You’re right; I am not satisfied. So, I’m going to keep fucking you until I am, you got it?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Applejack purred.

Aria’s glare gave way to a soft smile. She reached up and rubbed Applejack’s head, lightly scratching her scalp, earning sweet little coos from the farmer. “Good bitch,” she whispered. Aria reached over to Applejack’s leg, untangling it from the rope and repeating the action with the other leg. Next, the Siren reached down and lifted the cowgirl off the mat, allowing her to pull her arms free of the top rope. With that done, Aria lowered Applejack to the floor, setting her on her knees. She then grabbed her by the hair and tugged. “Heel.” She walked to the center of the ring, Applejack dutifully shuffling along with her. Reaching the center, Aria released the cowgirl and moved to stand before her. She pushed her hips forward, the dildo bobbing from the movement. “Clean it.”

Nodding, Applejack leaned in, opened her mouth, and sealed her lips around the phallus’s tip. She ran her tongue along the tip, collecting her essence; she moaned at the taste. With that part clean, she released it with a ‘pop’ and cleaned the rest of the toy. She dragged her tongue up and down the length of the phallus, looking up to lock eyes with her vigilant mistress.

“That’s right, lick it up,” Aria ordered smugly. “Taste how much of a slut you are.”

Applejack felt her pussy twitch at the comment; dirty talk seems to be another turn-on for her. It was amazing how much she was learning about herself and her fetishes.

Having cleaned the toy of most of her juices, she took it into her mouth again, bobbing her head up and down as she sucked it. She looked up at Aria; the Dazzling was nibbling on her lower lip, aroused by the sight and seeing that sent a pleasant shiver through her. As she closed her eyes and committed to the act, she subconsciously gyrated her hips, remembering having the same cock in her pussy not too long ago.

“Okay, that’s enough, you little whore,” Aria said as she grabbed the farmgirl’s hair and pulled her off the dildo. “Now, face on the floor, and get that big ass up in the air.”

Applejack nodded, leaning down, planting her cheek against the canvas, and pushing her hips up as high as possible. From her position, she caught Aria walking to the corner of the ring, bending down and picking up that bottle of lube she had earlier. Applejack was nervous, having an idea what Aria would do; it wasn’t the first time she ever tried it, but that was mostly with her finger, not something as thick as the toy swinging on the Siren’s hip. That didn’t mean that she wouldn’t try now.

Aria walked behind Applejack, ogling the ass presented to her. A pleased purr rumbled in her throat. Kneeling, she set the bottle aside and placed her hands on those full cheeks, making the blonde twitch from the contact. She squeezed and massaged that fantastic ass, which earned her moans of pleasure from Applejack. “You like that?” she cooed. “You like me playing with your ass, bitch?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Applejack moaned.

“How about this?”

*SLAP*

The farmer gasped, feeling the sting of Aria’s hand swatting her ass. The same hand resumed massaging, but the other hand was lifted and brought down swiftly onto the other side, making Applejack groan. It was painful, but it excited her at the same time. She gave her hips a little wiggle.

“Oh, you do like it, don’t you, bitch?” Aria asked rhetorically. “Being spanked like a naughty girl.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Applejack breathed.

Aria kept spanking her ass for the next couple of minutes, enticed by Applejack’s mewling. Finally, she ceased, gently rubbing those reddened cheeks.

“You ever do anal before?” Aria asked seriously, spreading the cowgirl’s cheeks to look at her puckered anus.

“A little,” Applejack admitted.

“Nothing as big as this cock, though, right?”

“No, Ma’am.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” Aria assured her. She smirked. “At least at first.”

She stood up, grabbing the bottle as she did. She popped the cap open, applying a large amount of lube to the dildo; she didn’t want to hurt Applejack. For good measure, she squirted some onto Applejack’s orifice.

“Sweet molasses, that’s cold!” Applejack gasped, an involuntary shiver passing through her.

“You’ll thank me,” Aria remarked, tossing the bottle to the side again. She took hold of the phallus in one hand, using the other to touch Applejack’s back. “Now, try to relax.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

With that, Aria squatted down, lining her dildo with Applejack’s back entrance, and gently pressed the tip to the pucker, which twitched from the contact. In small, gentle circles, Aria slowly rubbed the phallus against the tight opening. Eventually, her ministrations were rewarded; slowly, the anus loosened, allowing the phallus’s tip to slip in. Applejack winced from the intrusion but stayed relaxed as Aria slowly inserted more of her toy into the tight orifice.

“You’re doing great,” Aria encouraged, gently rubbing the cowgirl’s back. “Just breathe.”

Applejack nodded, unable to do more than breathe. It was an intense sensation, to say the least; the feeling of her hole being stretched and filled by a foreign object. It was painful, but at the same time, it was incredible, too. Not as good as vaginal intercourse, but it was a close second.

After what felt like an eternity but was only about a minute, Aria’s hilted; the entire dildo was in Applejack’s ass.

“Made it,” Aria said. “You still with me down there?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Applejack groaned. “Barely.”

“Good.” The Dazzling moved her hands to Applejack’s wide hips. “We’re going to take it slow. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Applejack assured.

“Okay.” Aria rolled her hips, withdrawing half the phallus. She then thrust forward, burying it again as her hips collided with the farmer’s.

“Fuck!” Applejack hissed, a mixture of pain and pleasure shooting through her.

“Yeah,” Aria grunted, the dildo in her pussy sending a jolt of sparks up her spine. She pulled back before plunging in again. Once. Twice. Several times. “You doing okay?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Applejack grunted, each stroke pushing her into the floor.

“I’m gonna speed up then.”

“Yes… please… f-faster,” Applejack begged.

“Good bitch.” Aria tightened her grip on the cowgirl’s hips, steadily increasing her tempo with each thrust. Once she established a suitable rhythm, she hammered into Applejack with gusto. Every few strokes, she would pause to slap the farmer’s ass before returning to pounding her bitch.

The Rainboom was moaning like whore as Aria fucked her ass. Never could she have imagined that anal sex could be so amazing. It had been painful when Aria started, but it was becoming more and more pleasant. What’s more, is that each thrust made her pussy jolt, sending sparks of ecstasy to her brain. This was nirvana for her.

The minutes were flying by. The only sounds echoing through the gym were flesh slapping and two sexy ladies moaning in pleasure.

Aria felt her release approaching. Each thrust into Applejack jostled the dildo in her pussy, rubbing in all the right places. By this point, her legs were burning, having been in a squat for a while. She released Applejack’s hips and let herself fall across the blonde’s back. She leaned down, putting her face close to the farmer’s. She braced herself by planting one hand on the mat and putting the other on Applejack’s head. The movement made the blonde open one of her eyes to catch her mistress in her peripheral vision.

“I’m close, bitch,” Aria moaned huskily into the cowgirl’s ear. “I’m kicking into high gear. Think you can handle that?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Applejack crooned. “Give me all you got!”

“Gladly,” Aria growled. She lifted her hips as high as possible and slammed them down hard.

Applejack let out a wordless scream, completely caught off guard by the power of that thrust. She had no time to recover because Aria’s hips pounded against her ass like a jackhammer, plunging the phallus deeper into the farmer’s canal. She barely got air into her lungs before the endless barrage of heavy strokes forced it out. On the upside, she felt her core tightening, indicating that she, too, was close. The possible downside was that this final orgasm would most likely render her unconscious if not outright end her life.

Oh, well. What a way to go.

Finally, with one final, hard thrust, Aria roared as she came. Beneath her, Applejack howled as she came as well. Their pleasure-filled screams seemed to shake the walls. When they, at last, ran out of air, everything fell silent.

Applejack, unable to support the combined weight of herself and her mistress, fell flat against the mat. Atop her, Aria was breathing hard, basking in the afterglow of that earth-shattering orgasm.

“Oh, fuck,” Aria gasped. “That was… so… incredible.”

The lack of response made her look at the prone woman beneath her. The cowgirl’s eyes were closed, mouth open, drool leaking from the corner onto the canvas. “You awake?” she asked; silence was all she got. “Are you dead?”

“…Nope,” Applejack croaked, cracking one eye open. “Still here.”

“Good. Then I don’t have to worry about your friends coming for my blood.”

“Hardy-har,” Applejack rebutted tiredly.

They fell silent, their labored breathing the only sound.

“How are you feeling?” Aria finally asked.

“I’m not feeling anything,” Applejack said matter-of-factly. “Everything’s numb from the neck down.”

“So, you may not feel this.”

“Feel wha-aagh!” Applejack groaned as Aria slowly pushed herself up, pulling the dildo out of the blonde’s ass as she did. “Ugh… guess not everything’s numb… though I wish it were right now.”

“Yeah, you’re going to be walking funny for a while,” Aria commented nonchalantly. She winced as she slid the strap-on off, the dildo rubbing the sensitive walls of her love tunnel on the way out. “Especially since you’re pretty much a first-timer in the anal department.”

“How long?”

“A few days, maybe a week.”

“Ah, hayseed,” Applejack bemoaned.

“Just a heads-up,” Aria said as she untied Applejack’s wrists. “You’re going to be gaping back there for a little while, so try not to freak out if you reach back there.”

“Thanks,” Applejack replied, rubbing her sore wrists before rolling onto her back to sit up. She yelped, feeling like she got poked by a hot iron in her backdoor, and quickly rolled onto her side to relieve the pain. She moaned miserably. “Heavens to Betsy, driving the truck home will be hell.”

Aria chuckled at the farmer’s predicament, earning a weak glare from the farmer. “If it makes you feel better, you took it like a champ. Big achievement for a rookie.”

Applejack scoffed. “Gee, thanks.” She then shrugged her free shoulder. “Still, I guess that does make me feel a bit better.”

“Well, let’s see how this makes you feel?”

Applejack looked to see Aria close the distance between them, and her eyes widened when the Siren pressed her lips against hers. The kiss was warm and gentle, words that generally weren’t used to describe Aria. Initially shocked by the intimate action, it didn’t take long for Applejack to melt into the contact, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around the Dazzling.

Keeping their lips locked, Aria wrapped her muscular arms around the Rainboom and pulled her close as she rolled onto her back, bringing the cowgirl to rest on top of her. Usually, she would be the Top, but given how sore Applejack’s ass must have been, she decided to be generous—this time.

The kissing became passionate; their tongues intertwined in a match of their own while they made out. They explored each other’s sweaty bodies, tracing the contours of their muscles with their fingers, biceps, breasts, abs, etc.; nothing within reach was missed. There was a pause when Aria clasped Applejack’s ass cheeks, making the farmer let out a muffled whimper; Aria removed her hands, but Applejack snatched them in her own and guided them back to her buttocks. Receiving permission, the Siren massaged those glorious glutes with abandon.

This continued until the need for air arose, forcing them to separate, leaving a thin line of saliva between them.

“Whoa,” Applejack muttered breathlessly. She absentmindedly licked her lips, snapping the spit line as she savored the taste. “That was unexpected.”

“Yeah, I’m full of surprises,” Aria quipped, smirking.

“What brought that on?”

“I’m not as unfeeling as I portray; I like a little intimacy now and again,” Aria explained. “Of course, if you tell anybody, I will deny it.”

Applejack chuckled at that; the Siren reminded her of Rainbow Dash when she discovered the rainbow-haired athlete enjoying a day at the spa despite her saying it was too girly for her. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

“Better be,” Aria warned jokingly, giving the Rainboom a playful swat on the butt, earning a yip from the blonde. She then became serious. “Listen, Applejack.” The farmer looked surprised that her actual name was used, giving Aria her full attention. “I said you were beautiful, and I meant it, but I don’t want you to think I was looking for a relationship. I was looking for a good time, and you gave it to me. As far as our status is, nothing’s changed.” She felt like a bitch for telling Applejack all this, but she didn’t want to lead the woman on or give her the wrong idea.

To her surprise, the cowgirl just smiled. “I figured that was the case. I’m not looking for someone special right now. I’ll settle for an occasional roll in the hay now and again. Heck, that’s the main reason I agreed to fight you.”

“Really?” Aria asked, astonished.

“Eyup. I was reluctant about this, but what you said changed that. Most people look at me and think I’m too butch to fuck with, figuratively and literally. You’re the first person ever to call me beautiful, to make me feel fuckable. And, boy, howdy, you sure proved that tonight. So, it looks like we both won.”

Aria gaped at the blonde, flabbergasted. “Wow. You are seriously cool with this. I thought you would be pissed or something.”

“Nah, if anything, I’m grateful,” Applejack said. “Thanks to you, I learned much about what turns me on. And, shoot, like you said, this was a good time.” She sighed, resting her head on Aria’s chest. “A real good time.”

Aria idly combed her fingers through the woman’s hair, looking thoughtful.

“Doesn’t have to be the only time.”

“Huh?” Applejack asked, lifting her head to look at the Siren.

“Maybe now and then, we could do this again,” Aria clarified idly. “You know, an occasional one-on-one-winner-take-all meet-up. We meet up, we fight, and we fuck.”

“Really?” Applejack asked, interested.

“As long as you remember that this isn’t dating, the start of a relationship, or a magical friendship-building experience,” Aria reiterated firmly. “Just two women who happen to know each other, getting together to blow off some steam occasionally.”

The farmgirl grinned, mirth dancing in her eyes. “I can work with that.”

Aria nodded, satisfied. “Fine. Now, shut up and close your eyes,” she ordered, pulling Applejack’s head back onto her chest before shutting her eyes and laying her head on the canvas. “We’re catching some Z’s. When we wake up, we’re cleaning this ring. That clear, bitch?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Applejack chuckled, nestling in for a much-needed nap.