An Apple Among the Orchard
An Apple Among the Orchard
The music was loud. Almost unbearably so, as the beat throbbed in the temples and vibrated the bones. One could feel the rhythm to their very core, see it in the flashing and pulsing lights slicing through the darkness smell it on the moving bodies all packed in and taste it, salty, with each drip of sweat.
Up above the crowd one pony directed it all, floating records on and off her turntables and mixing the beat that drove all the ponies below. Looking up at her one pony in the mass marveled. Those glasses kept her mysterious even as her white coat and shocking blue hair made her stand out against the black booth.
The beat shifted, suddenly but smoothly that shocked the pony below to the core even as another pushed her and caused her to fall into another in the shifting amorous crowd. When the pony on the dance floor regained her footing to look up while still moving to the beat her breath caught in her chest.
The witchy woman up above, seducing the crowd, was not alone. She changed the beat, quickened it, and made the hearts of those below beat harder for her own desires as well. There was a head next to hers, a stallion. His golden cheek was pressed to the sorceress’ white one, his body hunched over her and both of them rocking back and forth to the intoxicating beat.
The sight was just as intoxicating as the music. She didn't even look away when some pony pressed their lips to hers, and she opened her maw to their attentions. Tongues danced and a little round tab was pressed from one to the other. Her eyes remained glued on the booth, the altar so far up above as she swallowed it.
Colors began to melt and collide, great light shows between her and the rutting pair above that drew her attention further down. She could feel the other ponies pressed in around her. The warm, rubbing bodies, it was like each individual strand from each coat was shocking her beneath her skin. A face melted in with the lights, shockingly bright shade of green. A unicorn, mare, the unicorn kissed her and she kissed back. Her eyes closed, but only for a moment, the colors brought her eyelids back open.
Her breath caught and she drew in a shuddering gasp as she felt another pony’s snout press into her plot. There was nothing in the way; she had braided her tail tightly before coming here, all mares that knew what coming here, to this show, on this night, would take that precaution. Loose tails had a habit of losing a large amount of their strands, and tightly braided tails are thin enough to not get in the way.
A tongue, right under her tail, pushed her breath out into a moan, and she feed that unbearable sound into the mouth of the mare that was kissing her deep. The unicorn’s lips rumbled back with similar soft sounds before she broke away. That tongue was lapping now, stoking a fire in her neithers that she could not control, just like she could not stop her legs from continuing to rock and sway with the heavy beats.
Her head fell back as a shock and a heavy shiver shook her coat when that demanding tongue traveled down to her already soaked and winking mare-hood. With her winking clamping down, for a moment of the teasing muscle came a sensation so delectable her head fell forward. She was filling up with fire, the lights were moving faster and faster and the beat was demanding.
She could not help herself, she pressed her snout into the first plot that stepped in front of her and mimicked the actions on her own plot on this one. She tucked her nose up against the underside of the strange tail and swiped her tongue, wet and heavy over the puckered star she found there. Her melting mind hoped to pour some of the fire from herself into this strange pony as she tonged and kissed under a not only braided, but cut short tail.
The beat changed again, shifting from speeding and passionate to low, slower and throbbing. The sound made her mound throb and the licks turned to nibbles on her engorged folds that drove her wild. She loved her licks down, but instead of parting into hot wetness, this pony bulged outward with two taught orbs. A stallion… She had been rimming a stallion. But the beat was demanding, the colors folded and her cares melted to nothing. The stallion widened the stance of his hind legs, letting his balls hang free of his thighs and she licked and bathed and suckled the fat orbs like the beat, like her heart might stop.
The nibbles stopped. She complained loudly against the orb in her maw and vibrating it heavily. Her complaints were short lived as a sudden weight settled on her flanks and forelegs hooked to her hind legs. A stallion in front and a stallion in rear and the only thing she could do though the lights and pounding beat was spread her stance wide and brace.
She felt it. Hot, hard, slick, and for a moment she was frightened at how large it felt as the stallion missed and he slid his cock along her belly. She let the other stallion’s orb fall from her maw, dripping wet with her saliva, and a the next attempt again missed and pressed his shaft between her flanks and his underside she closed her eyes with trepidation. She stopped her flanks from rocking, buried her head back against the other stallions backdoor and licked him to bring her mind away from her flanks and back to the beat.
Keeping still felt wrong, the beat was a demanding mistress and she grew angrier as the mare kept her flanks still. She almost began to think that the flows of life would force her to move and then the stallion on her back struck his mark.
A blunt strike against her winking folds, and moment’s strain and suddenly she was full, so very full in a wondrous mix of pain, pleasure, lust and passion. The world slowed and the beat paused. All of reality wrapped around three little ponies in a mass.
With a crash of tones the universe was returned to motion, the beat throbbing in the club once again shifted and the stallion, so deep and hot and thick inside her began to rut along with it. The sorceress saved her from limbo with the new set of beats and gave her the strength to draw another breath. Every third WUB struck deeper than its two siblings, and likewise on that third strike the male on her flanks buried so deep that his heavy balls slapped up against her clit and send a bolt of lightning up her back and a roll of thunder through her flesh.
She was pressing her tongue firmly up against the strange stallion’s star, pushing for entry with reach rock forward that the male on her back encouraged from her. It did not yield. She felt a hoof on her cheek and it led her out from between that stallions flanks. There was a mare pulling her head to the side. The colors melted and twisted, but she could swear she knew this pony. Stripes; there were stripes in her mane of light and dark pinks. She had a purple coat, and green eyes, and their lips pressed together in a new deep kiss.
She knew she knew this pony; the name was hiding in the haze of the swirling colors. She felt another tab on her tongue. She pushed it back. The mare pulled from her lips and kept the tab and her mouth felt cold and empty without her.
The male on her back was losing sync with the music and it was like nails across the chalkboard. The purple pony climbed up on her back just behind her head. She turned her head and watched as the familiar mare kissed the male that was rutting more desperately. She saw the large red stallion swallow the tab she had rejected. She knew him.
She had to know him, but the colors melded, even if they were not as hyper as before, and the beat drowned out her thoughts. Her maw fell open as she felt the stallion flare in her as the two familiar ponies on her back kissed.
Shocks, sparks and embers exploded from her core and bounced all over her trembling body as she clamped down on his cock. He stallion came. A flood of liquid heat washed into her and over her mind, wiping it clean of her struggles in a wave of climaxing ecstasy.
The flood dampened the heat in her center, but only just. It was a shower on a bonfire; it would take more to put out the fire. The mare slid off her back, and so did the stallion, though he didn't just pull out. The stallion grabbed her hair tie in his teeth, pulling it free to take as a memento and her red mane fell into her eyes, wetting almost instantly as it settled on her sweat drenched tan coat.
A shiver shot up her left side and she lifted her hind leg on that side when his cock pulled free. She was so empty, and the world was starting to settle into coldness.
She looked back up, to her goddess, spinning the beat that kept her heart pumping, with half lidded eyes, covered in sweat with some familiar stallions cum leaking down the insides of her thighs. There was a new stallion on the white unicorns back, this one was being much more forceful than the last and the DJ’s mouth was open slack with her tongue hanging out the side.
She tried to blink the wet mane from her eyes, but it was being stubborn. A flash to the side caught her eye, she tuned and found the large red stallion to her side, she could swear she knew him, and by his look he seemed to be having the same suspicion as she was.
A new stallion jumped onto her flank and pushed her forward into the red male. She offered him a smile that turned into a moan as the new male plunged deep and merciless into her. She dropped her head. The red stallion lifted his hind leg. She ducked her head under him and began to lick the mess from his half hard length as the new stallion pounded her.
The clouds were clearing and the shock that came when the stallion that was now fucking her clopped hi hoof against her cutie mark spurred her brain. She had his half hard dirty cock in her mouth. Big Macintosh. Her brother. It was his cum lubing the passage for this new unknown stallion.
This was not some vaguely familiar stallion, and the knowledge only fanned her flames hotter.
Author's Note
All Ponies depicted here are adults, as the setting is in the future from the show