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DISCLAIMER: This story is graphic. It has sexy parts and questionable parts and silly parts. Contains anal and some farting.
Read at own peril.
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"Pinkie, I can't stand it no longer... I'm gonna... Unghh~" Applejack trembled as she mounted her friend's face, a kiss of sorts.
As Pinkie drove her to a mind melting orgasm, the orange pony reminisced back to earlier that day.
"Applejack, come to my party! It'll be small, just you and me!"
"Well I dunno what kinda party only has two ponies, but anyway, you know I can't, as I got apples to buck!"
"But AJ! This is a party specifically for two! Don't you remember what happened last time I had a party for one..." The pink pony trailed off nervously, not wanting to discomfort her friend with awkward memories.
Applejack was brought back to real time as a pink tongue prodded her clit, shooting fire through her veins, electrifying her brain. Looking down, she saw Pinkie's bright gaze staring up, shimmering with the hope that she was actually pleasing her friend.
Applejack groaned and pressed her hips down harder, grinding her sticky essence into Pinkie's hardworking mouth.
"Ahhh..." The blonde pony moaned as she let her floodgates open on Pinkie's blushing face, gushing crisp liquid into her friend's eager gullet. Sliding off the other pony, AJ watched Pinkie sensually get to her hooves, a trickle of illicit liquid peeping out of the corner of her mouth. Pinkie leaned forward, puckering her lips, and the two connected happily, warmly.
Applejack felt the pink pony open her mouth and their tongues played with each other, swirling Applejack's juices between the two. Applejack was about to break the connection but Pinkie pushed forward furiously, intent on showing the level of her feelings. She sucked the tangy apple-esque concoction from the orange pony's mouth before allowing her friend to draw back. Pinkie swallowed loudly and grinned, her white teeth exposed.
"Mm, sugarcube, c'mere"
Pinkie obeyed her friend and took a few slow steps closer, shaking her flank as she crossed her hooves.
"Now why don't you keep that walk goin' but turn around nicely so's I can see that cute flank."
Pinkie grinned and obeyed turning on point and continuing her best impression of a supermodel walk.
Once, during a girls night out, Rarity had taught them how to walk all sexy-like, as if they were posing in designer clothes. The fashionesta had taught them how to cross their hind-legs, causing flank protrusion, as well as creating the universally adored heart-shape around their rump.
Applejack watched Pinkie pace, jiggling her voluptuous ass as her legs tightened together, pushing the sides of a pink slit into a tight flower. She saw petals fold and rub, riding between firm flank cheeks, moistening. The roundness of her friend's rear, the way the cheeks protruded so perfectly from the thin-to-thickening pony legs, and that cotton candy tail! Oh, it flicked around like a veritable bull-cape, enticing her to charge.
And charge she did.
Leaping forward, Applejack grabbed Pinkie by the flanks, spreading her prize as widely as possible. She bit down on Pinkie's left cheek, delighting in the resulting squeal. Even with such wonderful bounty before her, AJ couldn't help but drift into the past again.
Despite the innocence of the invitation, Applejack had a feeling that there was more at stake than a quiet evening apple pie party between two friends. Perhaps it was the way that Pinkie shrieked in delight after hearing a 'yes', or the way that she grabbed Applejack by a hoof and sprinted off at speeds which only Pinkie could obtain, dragging a battered Applejack in her wake.... In either case, Applejack had been right
*Phhhthbbbtt*
Pinkie froze, her giggles quelled. Applejack had been off in the past when the puckered top hole had started winking and making noise, pushing air past AJ's muzzle.
She sniffed and... sniffed again.
Sounding embarrassed, terrified that she had broken the excellent mood, Pinkie whispered, "I'm... Sorry..." She turned her already pink face towards AJ and the cowpony saw that she was blushing a beet red.
It broke Applejack's heart to see her effervescent friend put down even just a little bit, so AJ did what she always did, what she was known for. She told the truth.
"Aw, Pinkie, well... I kinda liked it... I always knew I didn't mind gettin' dirty, but maybe I actually like it for it's own sake..."
Before the pink pony had a chance to respond, she squealed in surprise and delight, feeling her friend's tongue assault her anus.
Applejack licked at her friend's dirty hole, immensely pleased yet shocked at her own actions. The hot flesh tasted almost like the earlier fart but...
*Phhhthbbbtt*
Pinkie giggled as she let out another involuntary fart all over her friend's face, right when her friend had been eating out her asshole. The fact that it was just so dirty made it that much sexier.
And Applejack didn't mind, for she ate away at those insides. At the same time, she reached a hoof and started to push it into Pinkie's marehood, making the pink pony turn from giggles to putty beneath her hooves.
Entirely at her access, Applejack had a writhing mass of pink pony flesh all to herself— to love or to abuse, to give or take delight from. Applejack planted a temporary last kiss on Pinkie's puckered, winking anus and walked around to the front of the pink pony.
Pinkie Pie's tongue was lolled out, her eyes glazed as she crouched on the floor. Her head lay sideways on the ground and her forehooves made her look as if she were about to attempt a push-up, though her flank was still straight up where Applejack had been hard at work.
The orange pony put a hoof below Pinkie's chin, raising her up to eye level. Their mouths closed together again and Pinkie internally exclaimed as she tasted her own anal fluid on Applejack's tongue.
The sheer raunchiness, the sexiness of the situation promptly made Pinkie's head explode, preventing any more terrible shipfics to be published about her.
Except that she's Pinkie Pie, so mere brain-splatter across the walls doesn't stop her, especially if it's her own brain-splatter.
They went right back to it, except now the two earth ponies—turned best friends—turned lovers were sixty-nining as if their lives depended on it. Sturdy Applejack was on top, dripping onto Pinkie's ecstatic face, gazing towards wet nethers.
For the entirety of their tussle, Applejack and Pinkie Pie had occupied the attic of the barn at Sweet Apple Acres, making sexy time among bales of hay. Rather, up to this point, the sexiness had occurred amidst the hay piles. Now, Pinkie Pie did some average-to-boring Pinkie Pie stuff and they were lapping at each other's loveholes in her own room, having instantaneously teleported.
Pinkie rammed her tongue up Applejack's excrement hole, pounding in and out before swirling around the rim and planting a wet, sloppy kiss. This paralyzed AJ, allowing the pink pony to clamber from beneath the orange pony, and make way to her dresser. She opened the top drawer and brandished her chosen tools.
One was a massive dual edged dildo, gnarled and veined, which she threw towards AJ to get started on. The other was smaller, white and smooth, though still formidably girthy.
Applejack had already inserted half of the giant member into her snatch and was laying on her back, propped by her elbows, as she beckoned to Pinkie.
The candy-loving pony happily obliged and sauntered to her own bed where Applejack awaited. She scissored with Applejack until they consumed the dildo between their legs, a tiny bulge showing on their stomachs.
Pinkie still held the other device and she gave it a small twist, setting it to vibrate smoothly.
Easing the throbbing toy into her own butt, she also guided it into Applejack's less worked rectum. Now they were connected on two levels and they started pushing back and forth.
They were both experiencing relatively the same feeling: the slight pain in their belly as they engorged themselves on a truly massive horsecock replica, though seeing the other pony's belly bulge every second or so was well worth it. On top (or on bottom, depending on your perspective) of that sensation was the steady thrum, the rapid motion, the beat of the vibrator connecting their anal passageways, drawing slick fluid down the shaft, lubricating their motions and emanating an intoxicating smell about the room.
The ponies spent the next few hours in this manner, indulging in their fantastic desires. As they were parting for the night, both tired and sore, yet absolutely delighted with their results, Pinkie said, “So next time, bondage—err—bondING time, right?”
Applejack merely tossed her mane and winked. smiling.
