Adventures of a Small Stallion

You wake up in the closet, upstairs in the Cake's bakery.

You remember wrecking Pinkie's nethers, then you remember Mr. Cake coming in and doing the same. You laugh a bit at the thought of Mr. Cake unknowingly getting your sloppy seconds. You think to yourself that 'Hey, that's what he gets for cheating on his wife. He has to take his turn.' You pause for a moment and consider the thought that just went through your head. You're starting to think of other ponies in a different way, seeing stallions as obstacles and mares as objects of pleasure. You never thought that way when you were bigger. You always thought of everypony as just that - just another pony. Sure, there was a cute mare here or there, and sure you'd store a mental image of them for further use, but you never thought about them in a degrading manner. You treated the imaginary girls in your head as they deserved to be treated - as classy mares. Well, you would have, if they had existed in the first place. You fear for what you might become....

And then you get over it leave the closet after realizing how stupid you just sounded. Sex is sex, and you are going to get as much of it as you possibly can.

You fly out of the closet door and head for the stairs. You can hear the Cake twins in the other room, giggling and playing with their toys. 'How adorable' you think to yourself. You also allow the thought of what Pumpkin will look like when she grows up run through your head for a moment. Of course, by then you'll probably be some weird pervy old guy that she wants nothing to do with, but who knows? Maybe the same thing that made you tiny will just so happen to have the side effect of immortality.

You head downstairs only to find Mrs. Cake, perfectly fine, serving customers again. You think about messing around some more with her mud flaps, but you decide to leave her alone. After all, it's not like you were planning to break her. You just felt that she needed to be shown a good time.

You dash back into the kitchen, hoping to at least see the remains of the fruits of your labor, but you end up disappointed. The floor is squeaky clean, and the air has the lingering scent of lemons hanging about. She must have cleaned up after her mess.

You fly back out to the foyer and speed back under Mrs. Cake's tail. You said you weren't going to do this again... but you just can't help yourself. You jam your arm deep into her crotch pot and wiggle it around as fast as you can before pulling out and flying up to the ceiling, wanting to watch the results this time around.

Mrs. Cake's face immediately goes a deep shade of crimson, and you can see her pussy muscles flexing as she attempts to contain her heat once more. She quickly leaves the room with a hushed "Excuse me", heading to the nearest bathroom as quickly as she can. You dart in behind her before she locks the door and decided to simply watch this time. You see that she has begun to pleasure herself, rubbing her hooves quickly over her second mouth. It doesn't take more than half a minute before she's at the point of no return. She bites down on one of her hooves to muffle her moans, and her other hoof clamps itself over her crotch as she hits her climax. "MMMMMMmmmmmm....." Her eyes roll up into her head again, though not quite as far as they did last time, and she sweat in beads. When she had finished, she let herself relax and bask in the afterglow of her orgasm.

You leave the bathroom with a massive boner, eager to bury yourself in another mare's pleasure center. You fly out the back of the building, noticing Mr. Cake taking out the trash as you go. You can't help but wonder for a moment. What could drive Mr. Cake to cheat on his wife? They seemed like they had a loving relationship. And if you had a cock sleeve that good on a mare, you'd never let her go. But then again, that's Mr. Cake's business. To each his own, after all.

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Gliding above the streets of Ponyville, you hungrily search for your next target. You aren't really paying attention to anything in particular, just looking for a mare, any mare really. You fly over Sweet Apple Acres, deciding to stop for a quick bite, when the sound of apple trees being bucked assaults your ears. You fly down towards it, only to find Applejack, that mare you usually see in the market selling apples when you actually decide to go out, making the noise. Her powerful legs drive back into another tree as you arrive, causing the apples in the branches above to fall into the various baskets surrounding it. You take note of her toned, muscular flanks, her orange fur slick with sweat, and her beautiful blonde mane, and your erect dick begins to throb even harder.

You don't really plan any specific course of action this time around, but you know that you can't just rush in. If anything, the Apple family is well known for their incredible stamina and tolerance, and you're afraid that this stamina would allow her to resist you long enough to figure you out, maybe even catch you. If she were to somehow find out what you'd done to Rainbow Dash or Pinkie Pie..... you fear that you wouldn't be leaving that farm with your genitals intact.

You look around for something to restrain her with, tie her down maybe. You catch the rope that she carries with her everywhere out of the corner of your eye, and and idea forms.

As Applejack prepared to buck the next tree, her lasso seemingly got up on it's own and began to tie itself around her legs as quickly as possible. "WHAT IN TARNATION?!" Was all she could manage to get out before hitting the ground and letting out a big 'Thud', her hat falling off her head.

You quickly dash over to one of the barrels and grab an apple, flying back to the hogtied AJ and jamming it into her mouth before she can spot you.

"MMMM MM MMMPH!!" She tries to bite off part of the apple, but you think fast. You push the apple in farther, making it impossible for her to bite down as long as she tries to keep biting down. Apples are incredibly useful, you think to yourself. Seriously, a great snack, a useful gag....

You look over at the basket of the apples and then back at Applejack's flanks, imagining how tight her crap chute must be.

Apparently, apples are also great sex toys.

You grab one and approach her rear. Her tail is flattened against the ground, as all four of her legs are raised up in the air, tied by her own lasso. You approach her brown eye and begin by shoving the bottom of the apple in first. Applejack lets out a muffled yell as you jam the apple in further. Her bunghole is surprisingly able to take the full girth of the apple without so much as a speck of blood, a testament to her resilience. She, however, isn't doing so well. Applejack yells as loudly as she can through the apple lodged in her mouth, thrashing around her head and attempting to use her tail to pull the plug out of her hershey highway.

You swat away her tail every time it gets close, and her continued motion simply causes the apple to slide more easily into her ham flower. Soon, the tip of the stem is the only remaining visible part of the apple, the rest having been swallowed by her now red and pulsing puckered poop chute.

AJ is panting heavily, straining to relieve herself. You see her puckered pooper bulge as she attempts to pass the apple out of her system. Watching her push has gotten you even harder than you were before, and you decide that it's time to help her out a bit.

You fly up to her sopping snizz, throughly wet from the amount of stimulation that she has recieved. With her legs tied up as they are, there isn't anyway that she can look down and see you, so you relax and spread her lips wide. You can hear the sudden intake of air from her nose, and her tampon tunnel gets even wetter in response. You've actually been wanting to experiment a bit, and this seems like a great opportunity to do so. You insert your legs into her soaked smush mitten, immediately reveling in the tightness and warmth as you do so. You can feel AJ's walls undulate as she tries to expel you, but you continue on, sinking even deeper inside her until you are up to your torso in tang.

You move your legs around and buck your hips, eliciting a series of moans from the cowmare. "Uh...Uhhhh... Uhh.."

After at least half an hour, despite all the stimulation, you feel yourself begin to soften. You begin to move faster, surprising AJ with the change in tempo. "Hnn?! Uhh--Uhh--Uhh--"

Not soon after, you feel your leg brush against a softer, spongier area, with a slightly rougher texture than the rest of her love tunnel. You begin to rub against it, and this draws a series of louder moans as well as sharper breaths.

"Hnnn!! Hn..HNNN...."

With every groan you can feel Applejack buck her hips forward instinctually, attempting to bring herself over the edge, with every hip buck increasing the tightness surrounding your lower body. She's sweating like a pig at this point, with thin rivulets flowing down around the side of her muscular, massive muff. Her clitoris is throbbing madly, almost begging for somepony to give it the release it so desperately craves. You are more than happy to oblige, and you bring your entire head down on her humongous happy button, licking and sucking it until it begins to quiver.

Applejack's breath catches in her throat, and her eyes roll up into her head as sweat pours down her face like a waterfall.

"Ah--------MMMMMMM!!!! MMMMMM!!! MMMMMmmm! Mmmmmmm!"

Applejack's climax turns the crotch meat around you into a swimming pool, and her muscles become a vice tighter than an anaconda's most powerful grip. You immediately follow suit and blast your load all over the inside of her before her crotch cannon expels you with it's powerful undulations. You expel the rest of your seed all over the outside of her winking weenie wringer.

Applejack's orgasm also had the effect of forcing the apple out of her ass blaster, the slick and shiny red delicious lying directly between her massive, thick cheeks. You hover down and take a bite, noting how AJ's cum covering the fruit tastes like apple cider, before untying her and dashing up into the sky, leaving a very sweaty, exhausted, and satisfied mare on the ground under the apple trees as she begins to relieve herself of her yellow apple juice from the sheer pleasure of the experience.