The Apple Offering
Year three of Empress Nightmare Moon’s reign.
Year three of perpetual night sky.
Year three of the moon bringing life to Equestria’s crops.
Year three of the offerings.
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Big Macintosh approached the dark fortress that was Nightmare Moon’s castle. It was raised from the ruins of Old Canterlot in the Everfree. Even she could be sentimental at times. He swallowed hard. It was Sweet Apple Acres’ turn to provide an offering to appease the moon goddess, bringer of life and warmth.
Really, he was surprised it had been so long. Farming stallions and mares alike had been brought in from all over Equestria to satisfy the empress for the past three years, and only now was the closest orchard to the castle chosen. He didn’t think too hard on it as he entered the tall, dark gates. The bat-like guards of the castle motioned him down long hallways and to… the stairs? Not deep under the castle, but higher?
As he ascended, his thoughts traveled back home to his family. Had he seen them for the last time? He had made sure to say his goodbyes. Applejack, Applebloom, Granny… ah’ll miss y’all… he thought to himself. He reached an ornate and wicked looking set of doors. He swallowed hard again.
He knocked.
“We bid thee, stallion of Sweet Apple Acres. Enter,” came a powerful, imposingly feminine voice from the room behind the doors. Mac pushed one door open and stepped in.
The room was well lit and cheery. The floors were a tranquil blue tile, the ceiling calmly black and dotted with sparkling gemstones. The walls were upholstered with fine fabrics of blues, purples, and greens. Almost like the auroras that snaked across the skies in the far north.
The center of the room was filled by a large bed, silken sheets of red and black, with the empress laid out in the middle… N-naked? was the first thing that came to the stallion’s mind. Not normally a thought that crossed pony minds, but he had never seen the empress without her dazzling regalia. He saw her crown, choker, and shoes by the side of the bed.
His eyes refocused on her, however, tracing her form. He had thought he had never seen her nude before, but now he realized he had never really seen her before. Not truly. Her legs were long, thin, sensually slender. Her coat a rich, glossy black. Her face was not contorted in a scowl, but a gentle and almost teasing smile. Her eyes were the deepest turquoise, almost aglow. The purple eye shadow added to the effect, and as she batted her lashes her eyes invited the red stallion in. Her body was every bit as slender and sexy as her legs, and her rump curved just right under her deep purple cutie mark and moon. Her mane and tail floated free around her, an ethereal cloud of blue speckled with pinpoints of light. It swirled around her face and horn, accenting her eyes. One wing was closed, but the other opened in a welcoming gesture. She whispered lustily, “Come, stallion. Offer yourself to your empress, that she may be pleased with you and smile upon your farm.”
The sight and words had driven any worries far away. He realized his stallionhood was rigid as it could get, and he had just barely looked at his empress. He blushed hard, looked her in the eyes, and dryly said, “Eeyup.”
He crossed the room to her, his member bouncing against his belly due to his hasty trot. He crawled up onto the bed, the silk of the sheets rubbing against his coat and more. He attempted a half-bow on the cushioned surface, eliciting a giggle from the normally cold appearing mare of darkness. She faced away from him before rolling over onto her back, her wings stretching out amongst the sheets. Her marehood faced Big Mac, and as she looked him in the eye she winked at him, but not with her eyes.
Mac couldn’t resist any longer, and buried his muzzle in his dark empress’s sweet folds. He delicately probed her hole with his tongue, before driving it deep.
Nightmare Moon groaned, it had been far too long since her last offering. As Mac worked her mound over, she flexed her wings against the bedding, biting her lip and continuing to groan.
He relented for a moment, tracing her outer lips gently, and then with fervor he attacked her clit with tongue and lips. With a throaty moan and a shudder, she climaxed, squeezing Mac’s tongue inside her.
“Are you ready to service your empress fully?” she breathlessly asked him.
He stood proud, her nectar dripping from his snout, his member jutting out stiffly beneath him. With renewed confidence and a steely glint in his eye, he voiced one word. “Eeyup.”
With that, she rolled back over and presented herself to the crimson earth pony. He took in her sweet smell, before giving her one more lick that made her squeak in a most un-empressly manner. He mounted her, grasping her sides.
And then he began to thrust. She smiled lightly as her horn lit, guiding his girth into her velvety depths. At first he carefully prodder her, nervously. This was his first time, after all. He gently, slowly entered her, not knowing how much he was teasing her. When half of his solid stallionhood was in, he slowly began to draw back out, relishing in the softness and tightness he was experiencing.
Mac bit his bottom lip as he started to press back in, picking up the pace. Soon he had a decent rhythm going, grunting as his empress began to moan again. She was dripping wet. Virgins were her favorite.
Mac upped the pace, Nightmare Moon beginning to scream in earnest. The sounds of his thighs slapping against her ass echoed through the bedroom, and before long she felt him tense. Mac felt euphoria spread from his dick throughout his entire being unlike anything he had felt before, as his flare swelled and he unloaded copious amounts of his apple seed into his dark mistress.
Gasping, he pulled out. She felt the bulk of his flare pulling at her as her body tried to keep him in her. With an audible “pop” he was out, and the mixture of the two lovers’ fluids spilled onto the sheets as he collapsed beside her.
He came too soon. “Your empress finds your performance… lacking. Unless your body might offer more?” she asked with veiled hope.
Mac looked down at himself. He was still hard as steel. He paused before standing again. “Eeyup.”
Nightmare grinned toothily, before standing. “Give me one moment, my pet… I have something that might make things more interesting.” She moved to the edge of the bed, and pulled a rope with her magic.
From above the bed lowered a sturdy metal box covered with runes. With a flick of her horn, the bottom of the box opened, and a large pony fell unceremoniously onto the bed. A pony once called Princess Celestia. She was bound by rope, and wore a skimpy black leather suit with a ball gag. The empress used her magic to remove the gag, and cooed, “Does the little princess want to come out to play?” The white alicorn nodded silently, cowering on the bed. “Good… Now, stallion. Mount me once more. And sister… lay on your back…”
The trembling ex-princess did as she was told, and Nightmare Moon stood over her, lining her crotch up with her sister’s face. “Stallion… mount me,” she commanded.
Mac had stopped thinking about what he was seeing after Celestia had fallen to the bed. He shook his head, stepped forward, and mounted his empress once more. The black alicorn lowered herself just so, and once more guided Mac’s throbbing cock into her. But this time, she pressed it against a different hole…
Mac thrust forward and into the dark mare’s ass, and she screamed in pleasure. Celestia, knowing the routine, began to noisily slurp at her sister’s marehood.
Mac’s thrusting quickly became pounding, deeper and deeper, Nightmare Moon’s body rocking with each impact. His balls were slapping against the sun goddess’s face below as she continued her ministrations. The empress’s eyes began to roll back as she screamed in ecstasy.
The lewd sounds of thighs slapping together filled the air, as did the aroma of sweat and sex. The empress’s tongue poked out of her mouth and she gave one final shriek and Mac gave a mighty grunt. He thrust in balls deep and unloaded a second time, this time deep in his mistress’s ass.
He and the empress were panting heavily, still connected. Celestia had stopped lapping at her sister’s snatch, and lay motionless under them.
Nightmare Moon finally managed to catch her breath enough to say, “Your offering… pleases your empress…”
“…Eeyup.”
Friend's fic that didn't win
Here's a bonus: A pal's fic that was in the competition that didn't quite make it, but he wanted me to edit/co-author it and upload it.
Tap's Night Shelf somewhat proudly presents:
Sweetest Apple Juice
There was a knock at the door. Vinyl Scratch, epic DJ and master of wubs, pushed up her shades and looked up from her turntable she was working at to go investigate who her visitor was. When she opened her door, a smile crept onto her face.
It was the mare that ran the local apple farm, Applejack. They had met at a club Vinyl was doing a gig at one night, AJ’s friends having finally managed to talk her into getting out for a change, “letting her hair down” as they said. Later that night, during her break, the young DJ spotted the apple mare sitting at the bar by herself. She sat down and had started talking with her, one thing lead to another and the two clicked, much to their surprise.
Vinyl totally dug her for her more calm and simple nature, compared to the other rowdy ponies she hung out with. Applejack respected Vinyl’s dedication and passion in her work and liked her sense of humor, which wasn’t as immature as Pinkie Pie’s or Rainbow Dash’s, but not as bland as Twilight’s. It had been weeks since that night, and they had been seeing each other regularly since.
“So what brings you around here stranger?” Vinyl asked with a joking grin.
Applejack smiled and replied back, “Howdy, sugercube! Just wanted to drop by an’ see how you were doin’. And I just might’a wanted you to be the first to try out some of our new hard apple liquor we just brewed up,” she said with an almost devilish grin.
The young DJ’s own smile widened, “You know me AJ, I’m always up for drinks!”
A few hours later, and the pair had emptied both of the bottles Applejack had brought with her. They were now laying side by side on the love seat in Vinyl’s living room, checks flushed, swaying to the music that was playing from the record player.
Soon Applejack started to nuzzle into Vinyl’s neck, kissing it ever so softly. The unicorn responded by meeting Apple’s lips in a slow building kiss. When they broke apart for air, they went back again, this time deeper and harder. Both tongues pushed to enter each other’s mouths and once they gained access, the exploring started.
Vinyl took the lead and pushed Apple Jack onto the couch, reaching down and massaging her breasts. As her hooves delicately moved over her mounds, the apple mare could only gasp and moan softly, her mouth making a cute “O” shape.
Soon the kissing started again, and it was the farmer’s turn to please her mate. Her hoof moved its way down slowly, until stopping right above the DJ’s marehood. AJ’s first light stoke made Scratch shudder, breaking the kiss as her eyes locked with her lover, half lidded as she panted. She parted her lower lips, finding Vinyl’s sweet spot and eliciting a throaty moan as she got to work.
Apple Jack took her hoof away, now coated with Vinyl’s juices. The DJ, still on top, decided to take the initiative again, positioning her crotch over the farm girl’s. Applejack wrapped her hooves around the off-white unicorn’s neck, planting another kiss on her lips, as Scratch lowered herself. Their sexes met, the soft, wet flesh pressing together. Then she began to grind, ever so slowly.
AJ closed her eyes, letting the feeling of her lover’s actions take her. Vinyl quickened her pace as she rubbed faster and harder. The Apple mare was pushing back, their fluids mixing as they ground together. She chewed on a piece of her mane as her face dampened with moistness, her face and loins getting hotter.
Their slick slits slid over each other, rubbing in a constant rhythm, faster and faster. Vinyl's hips pumped furiously, the stimulation driving her and her lover to press against each other harder and harder. Applejack thrust up in time to meet Scratch's movements, her work weary body surrendering to her barer needs.
If either of them had been listening, the wet sounds of nether lips gliding over each other and smacking together would have met their ears. The blue maned DJ was panting hard, the action taking its toll on her, while the country mare was only taking in short, shallow breaths. It was apparent neither could hold on much longer.
Both of them reached their peak at once as they cried out together. Juices dripped from the point that they met below, the stain on the couch spreading wider and wider. The warmth and euphoria that had taken them washed over them, and Scratch collapsed on top of her orange marefriend, embracing her. They nuzzled each other as their eyes grew weary, and soon were sleeping off the sweet apple liquor. Smiles adorned both of their faces as the red evening sun blanketed them.
