Customers of the day: Applejack and Big Macintosh

In life, there are lots of things you need to swallow before you can claim living it to its full content. Doesn't matter if its something so intangible as irony or something so sticky like a male's load of cum. Right then, under the soothing afternoon sun, I was given the later one.

“Oh, suck it down, bitch!”.

He had been thrusting my head against this dumpster for a few minutes now. The ache in the back of my head was slightly relieving minding the worthless size I was forced to take inside my mouth. Sitting down on your haunches is nothing out of the ordinary for a regular pony, but for somepony like me it's whole different league. You have to be prepared for ending up on your ass and smash your back into whatever is harder than the thing in your throat.

The demand from this customer was that I'd keep my fore hooves behind my back, pretending that I was getting raped without the strength or courage to struggle and scream for help.

It was alright. Just another case of issues in which my customer either has a grudge against his mother or his big sister. Thoughts surrounding revenge and perversions within thin limits were his tools, thus also his reason to look me up and pay me a number just to get some sexual frustration out of his system. It was rude and unnecessary to ask which one of them he was thinking about, so...

“Bucking... hah... bitching sister. I mean, err...!”.

And there we have it.

I swallowed the few drops of cum on my tongue, gulping loudly to pretend it was a huge load he had given me. It always helped their self-esteem doing that, making up they have managed to please and/or satisfy a professional who is fed cocks like an infant with a feeding bottle on a daily basis. Okay, maybe not with a feeding bottle, but still, the point is the art of lying.

“That was some sweet sugar, honey” I said seductively and licked my lips, glancing at him like I wanted more. He was panting, still stroking his cock in front of me while holding his balance on the hindlegs thanks to the foreleg pressed to the dumpster. I could see in his eyes he actually didn't want more. The selfish instinct had taken over, that basic ability forcing them to get sleepy and suddenly not being able to keep their promises. The bucking promises of continuing after cumming the first time. Yeah, it's sooo easy saying it while riding a mare, high on ecstasy of getting your cock massaged, plunging your stallionhood inside a slutty hole who simply worships the grand design of the male appendage!

Please...

Before he had the time and energy to tell me he was done, I got up on my legs and wiped my mouth. The game was over and I was about to make my leave with the little bag of bits next to the dumpster. He had been generous enough to pay me a little overprice to make sure I didn't tell anypony about this. Twenty extra bits, just as he promised. I clenched the tiny strains between my teeth and started walking. That was, of course, until my little client suddenly had something he wanted to say.

“W-wait!” He stuttered, still leaning on the dumpster. I felt kind enough to look over my shoulder while walking. I felt kind, not generous, mind you. “It... it was... good, right?”.

I glanced down at his exposed crotch, laughing loudly on the inside while rolling over and suddenly losing control over my bladder in a pure outbreak of raging hilarity. No comedian could ever reach the level of a random trick like this one.

I nodded with a flirtatious wink at his genitals, letting him stand there, confused long enough so I finally could get out of here.

I exited the alley cautiously, keeping my eyes peeled for any guards around. The afternoon was still young, friendly towards the casual ponies making their way to whatever business they were attending today. I hid behind a trash can and spied from the top. Any white or black stallions in golden armor? Nope, looks all clear to m-

“Well, well, what do we have here, boys?”.

My body froze to ice when that disgusting voice went through my ears. I shut my eyes in frustration and agony when the logic suddenly fell in front of me like a giant game of puzzle. I turned my head slowly, discovering immediately that it was nopony else than the one and only I asked a favor of just recently. sergeant Tenacity, accompanied by his two friends from last time. When the guards suddenly appear after you've taken care of a generous customer, you know it was all a trap from the start. The stallion I just had served came out from the alley, looking way out of character if his previous one was the truth. Sadly, he had that cocky smile on his lips when looking at me.

Tenacity laughed, attracting the attention from a few ponies passing by the street I was about to walk along. He didn't give a shit about that. If somepony would've stopped by, he'd probably tell them to buck off before he puts a warrant at their heads and wanted signs on their daughters. He didn't say a thing after the heartily gesture, but I knew what he wanted.

“The bag, miss Orchid” he demanded gently, extending a fore hoof towards me.

Once the guards got their hooves on you with a fake customer working for them, there is really only one thing you can do, I thought to myself while coldly hoofing over the little sack. Cooperate and do whatever the buck they tell you to do.

Tenacity smiled like the subtle angle of satisfaction had possessed him, not that I know how I could come up with that image, but that was my interpretation. His magic grasped the little bag and held it in front of him while he continued using it to rustle up a few bits into another small bag he'd brought with him. Tenacity tossed the half-full bag at my faux pas customer and told him to get lost asap before he'd change his mind. He smiled happily at the little bag and didn't hesitate to leave with it. That was, of course, until he suddenly had something he wanted to tell me.

“It WAS good, right?”.

I snorted like I was going to burst out in laughter.

“I've fucked virgins who're better than you...”.

The stallion's smile flinched in the background of Tenacity's laugh. He then hurried away with the bag, mumbling something incoherent on the way.

“Ha ha ha ha! Haven't lost that bitching attitude yet, huh? Nice seeing you again, miss Orchid. Finding you was a little trickier than I thought”.

“What do you mean... 'officer'?” I replied annoyingly, making fun out of his title in order to get some steam out of my system so I wouldn't get the jumps and try run away. That is never the right solution. Tenacity chuckled as he tossed the bag of bits over his shoulder, letting his friends do the hard work of catching it.

“Now there, miss Orchid. Have I insulted you or something? I was just giving you compliments for being such a competent cock-fucker. My friends back here waited for you last night over at your shitty corner, but you never came” he explained and smiled even wider. “But perhaps you did that somewhere else...” he then finished with another chuckle, giving me the perfect opportunity to roll my eyes.

It would be an obvious mistake staying at the same place for too long. Every whorse who've managed to survive for more than a month knows that. Sure, the place where I had my makeshift bed and the to-do list where in the old alley I usually slept in, but I had many other locations I sometimes found myself at night. If I was lucky, a customer would let me sleep over at his place, otherwise I'd use some of my earned bits to check in at the local Ponyville motel. But If I was REALLY lucky... Berry Punch would purchase me for the night and let me sleep in her comfortable bed. Colt, I loved that bed...

While I lost my train of thoughts, Tenacity was growing impatient in his own way. That was by taking a step towards the alley I just came from and tilt his head. I understood he wanted me to follow. Done and done, I reluctantly walked after him, glancing behind me to see the two other guards block the exit, probably pretending they were just patrolling while their friend got me all by himself. We walked up to the container again, Tenacity getting up on his hindlegs so he could lean his back against it.

“Now, when we finally have some priva-”.

“What do you want now, sergeant Tenacity?” I cut him off without hesitation, making it clear I was a little more than annoyed by his interruption. He froze in silence, looking awfully unimpressed. He continued and pretending he didn't hear that, giving me a second chance. “Now when we have some privacy, I was wishing to lighten my heart by telling you this...”.

He paused and crossed his forelegs over the chest, entering his business-side. The side in which he stopped playing around and pretending to be a nice stallion who is loyal to his wife and obeys the law without any black dealings behind Celestia's back.

“I've been thinking about the favor you asked of me... and sure, I can help you. But the thing is, it's not really that simple, what you're asking of me. I run the risk of ending up on Celestia's bad side if she'd finds out I'm helping a prostitute...”.

I already saw where he was going with this... just like the last time. Thus, I sighed.

“Alright, what do you want this ti-” I said without finishing that sentence. Tenacity didn't appreciate my bad habit of cutting ponies of mid-sentence, so that was probably the reason for why he stepped forward and slapped me across the cheek. There was enough power in that hoof to send me down like a bag of apples.

The world went fast for that split-second I fell. New perspectives rushed through my brain while the violent pony yanked my mane from behind. Pain hissed inside me.

“You know, miss Orchid...” he whispered just an inch away from my ear. “... I'm a hard working stallion, doing my best to serve the community. Twenty of me, and Ponyville would be okay. Now, let me finish my sentences so I can call the day off and go home fuck my wife” he exclaimed through his teeth, muffling the angry voice. I caught his hint and nodded rapidly. He let go of my mane and stepped back to the container.

I got up on my hooves slowly, begging for the future of my career that my face was okay. Not many ponies likes to buy a broken fuck-toy, after all.

“What I'm trying to say is that you can trust me, miss Orchid, but I need some insurance in case things would go south. Since you want things put bluntly: I need bits. Not all the bits in the world, but a nice reserve to keep me on my hooves for a while in case of, you know?”.

That was actually bad. Couldn't he just get a few rounds on the house? “What sum are we talking?” I asked, panting lightly after that mean slap to my muzzle. Tenacity looked in the upper corner of his eyes, cooking up a neat sum in his head.

“I'd say... three thousand. Yeah, three thousand bits sounds right”.

“What?!” I exclaimed back. My head was instantly filled with the facts and cons about having such a large debt to pay. We were talking stealing hay and drink from the public lake like some homeless pony.

Think about it, I earn one hundred and fifty bits per customer. I have an average of three clients per day (to keep my health and sanity in place), with at best one tipper a day. That's an average of four hundred and fifty bits per day. I need all of those for food, hygiene, hospital bills and... yeah, the drink with Berry Punch every now and then. But even without that, I hardly have any bits left after having all my expenses paid. I had to calm down and rethink.

“You can't seriously ask for three thousand bits. That's gonna take me at least three weeks to earn and how am I supposed to live withou-”.

“Now, miss Orchid...” he said with a light chuckle and got down on all four again. “You were the one who asked for my help”.

“But that is ridiculous! Didn't I...”.

“Now listen up, tramp!” he exclaimed angrily, stepping up to me so our muzzles where just an inch away from each other. The stench of his breath hit me a bit too hard, rendering me useless to talk back. He had that look I've seen before, the one in which he is ready to bring out the cuffs and beat me down before claiming I resisted arrest and receiving a bonus in his paycheck for not giving me special treatment during arrest. If reality and I were in this dark alley, and I had a baseball bat in my hooves...

“I don't give a stinking shit about your little problems, alright? All I care about is that I haven't made a deal with SOMEPONY who can't stay true to her word! If you want me to hold my end of the bargain, so must you. Now you shut up and make sure the next time we meet, you have the bits! Got it?”.

Crystal, I would have said if the sum was like, two thousand bits lower or so. I could easily have gotten away with that using just a few minor cutbacks. But now, with my estrous about to kick in soon, this was going to be a ride through pony-hell for me.

I nodded.

“Good. Glad we know where we have each other... even though you have some problems knowing your place” he said and walked past me. “I'll be back in a week or so”.

It didn't take me long to react. I flashed my eyes wide-open and turned after him, sadly realizing my lack of courage to talk back. The words didn't find their way out of my mouth. What was I supposed to say? He had already made it clear what the deal was, proving that he really had graduated from the school of expertly trained bastards. And just like the heat in a stormy winter, he was gone without a trace.

Now I had one week to gather bits for nearly a month...

There are several ways to try solve your problems. One of them is to charge head first into them, using any means necessary. Another one is to curl into a furry ball and cry, hoping somepony will discover you and sympathize so the pain can subside. Then there is my way, the only one I knew off:

Selling my ass like always. Money can't buy true friendship or love, but it sure as hay can buy everything else. If Tenacity wanted bits, there really was nothing else I could do than collect it through my open body. This was an emergency situation, however, and that meant I had to be more serious than ever. The service needs to be top notch quality, the mood set to happy and horny, the flank a bit shaky, and the payment always before the service. In other words, I had to get back to business at once, starting off with the second name on my to-do list.

Or should I say names?

It might not be as frequent as single customers, but I've already sold my services to a number of ponies who wanted three-ways and orgies and stuff. There was this once two stallions paid me to hide in their closet while they went to pick up their friend. After ten minutes, they came back with him and gave me the signal to come out and do my thing. His forelegs were tied and his eyes were blindfolded. At first I thought this was some sort of sexy present, minding he happily welcomed my blowjob. Sadly, it wasn't. The poor thing's 'friends' were actually bullies who wanted to make fun out of him for being a colt-cuddler, promising it was a stallion they had brought him. When he found out I was a mare, he cried and begged for them to untie him. I did it, left behind the bits and blacklisted the two stallions... shortly before sending the local guards an anonymous tip about them buying a prostitute.

That was only once, however. Then there has been couples who wanted to spice up their relationships with a three-way, senior students who wanted a dancer for their graduation party, and honest to Celestia... somepony who just held a camera while they had sex. Weird? Maybe, but I never judge.

This time I was wanted by Applejack and Big Macintosh. Both names were signed after each other and the address right beneath it. It sounded like a nice couple, minding both names were related to apples and they lived at the famous farm. I had seen them a few times when in town selling apples. They looked like a perfect match, even having apples as cutie-marks. I wondered how many couples ever find that much of a matching life-style and interest like these two had. I was really intrigued to meet them.

Not for real, of course...

The Sweet Apple Acres was a place everypony in Ponyville knew of. It was cherished for its delicious apples as well as the quality cider. The big, red barn was highly visible already when I still walked the path to the farm, but I was somehow turning my head to the big fields of plowed land. I wondered how many ponies lived here for another second until a cute little voice suddenly appeared from nowhere. I had only reached the entrance to the farm.

“Howdy there!” a small foal in the coat of yellow greeted me. She had mysteriously managed to land in front of me without getting noticed. Sneaky, I thought to myself. Sneaky and cute, especially with that rosette on her reddish mane. I greeted her back, making sure I kept as much information about me to myself.

This one was way too young knowing what I was.

“Ah'm Apple Bloom!” she introduced herself with a thick accent. It was adorable! Like a redneck, but still coherent. “Ah haven't seen ya before, are ya new?”.

“Heh... maybe” I answered weakly. I wasn't used to deal with foals, they can be a hoof-full and more curious than what is good for them. This one was a perfect example of what I meant.

“Wow... that's one strange cutie-mark. Oh, wait... eew, did somepony kiss ya there?” she furthered, sounding more disgusted than curious when thinking of the possibilities. “Wait, s'that your special talent? Kissi-”.

“Ahem! Where's your parents?!” I interrupted her while it still wasn't too late. Seriously, this kid was just like I imagined the most of her age to be like. I maintained my mask, only breaking a small bead of sweat due to the sun and – oh, who was I trying to kid here, this foal was going to give me a nervous breakdown soon

Suddenly, the little foal blinked a few times, changing her recently happy mood into a canvas of depression. What was that supposed to mean? Wasn't this Applejack and Big Macintosh's daughter or something? She scratched her hoof on the ground and looked into the corner of her eyes. Did I just...?

“Apple Bloom! What are ya'll doing?” a more mature pony called from the door of the house. Her accent was equally thick and thus caught my attention like a fish on hook. We met eyes from afar, and her eyes widened. “Apple Bloom! Git over here, now!”.

The filly only turned her head and obeyed, making a run up to the orange mare wearing a stetson like some cowpony. Talk about truly getting into the spirit of farmers, here. Soon the filly was gone inside the house with the elder pony's watchful eyes following her. The door was closed behind her and she walked towards me, bringing the good old aura of reluctance and paranoia of getting discovered by somepony. Yup, this sure was my customer alright.

“Err, howdy there. Sorry if mah sis' interrupted ya'll” she greeted the same way as the young one. I nodded but secretly took my chance to look at this fine mare. She was well-trained, that's for sure. Freckles ruins the complexion for most ponies, but this one wore them like the prettiest make-up. Her green eyes spoke of a clear well filled with honesty, a rare treat I personally could speak out of experience. Question was, exactly how deep was it?

“I suppose you're miss Applejack?” I played on cool.

“Oh, shucks. No need ta be all tha' mannered roun' here, miss... uhm...” she played on a little less cool and waved her hoof to get some introduction from my side.

“Orchid. Name is Orchid”.

She widened her eyes like I just had said I was a murderer out to take her life. She turned her head in every direction, acting more paranoid than most customer's I've ever had. Didn't take long until she told me to follow her without an explanation. That was okay, just another daily thing in my life. It has it pros and cons doing it in a different place; you have less to worry about somepony finding you in a place the customer's friends and relatives don't know about, and it can also be used as a place where you go to dump a loose end... like a prostitute who you fear can't keep her mouth shut.

Luckily for me, we were just going to the barn. Unless that was the very place they did dump all loose ends. We've all heard stories about crazy farmers and their secret massacres, raping orgies and countless generations of inbreed, but once again, who am I to judge? I'm just a bucking whorse.

Applejack didn't enter the barn, instead she told me she'd be right back with the other 'participant', as she obviously preferred to call it. She disappeared and I made myself comfortable in a pile of hay, relaxing a bit and checking out the place. This barn looked nicely built, like it had been standing her for just a little while. Nicely lit thanks to the windows and really airy with all that space above me. After that quick observation, my thoughts ended up on the bits instead. I sure hoped these farmers had the fee for my work.

It wasn't fun thinking about bits, especially not when it was needed to solve additional problems outside the daily needs. Meant for the everyday spending, sure. The sheer greed of a corrupt guard, buck no. Yet here I was, doubting my customers even though they surely must have bits. I mean, selling so much cider they run out of it before everypony can get some, only vendor of apples, a big name with lots of story behind it, come on... there must be more than enough to pay for little me.

Heh, little me. Just being here, winking seductively with my hooves beneath my chin, just lying here like the princess of sweet hay, ready to have my virginity deflowered on the itty bitty pedestal of my high noon in prettiness and...

“Hello? Ya still in here?”.

I flew up from the pile of hay, nearly lost in the strange thoughts I always wanted to indulge myself in but never had time to. That's another story.

“Yeah, I'm right...” I called back and brushed off the hay from my mane. Applejack was back, walking inside the barn with another pony tightly behind her.

I widened my eyes in awe.

“This here is Big Macintosh” she introduced with a foreleg pointing at him. She talked about the large hunk of a stallion who always had dozens of eyes glued at him from the dark alleys. That stallion with his short mane and tail, the perfectly shaped muscles, the absolutely most natural form of handsomeness, the gentle-colt many more mares thought of when clopping, that one and only stud I only knew the looks of but never heard his name. Big Macintosh was him?

Even though my mouth was silent as the grave and my muzzle untouched, my inner self cried like an excited school-filly about to burst in happiness.

“N-nice to meet you” I said on the edge of trembling.

“Eeyup” he replied smilingly, sending ripples of warm shivers up my spine as his deep voice massaged my ears. I wanted to chew my lips so hard they'd bleed, but I had to mind the mare standing next to him. Not that professional to drool over your customer's husband/coltfriend, really. In the meantime, Applejack had come up with an ice-breaker for all of us.

“So, err... Orchid. Ah suppose ya'll know why ya'r here?” she asked, not going on the smoothest path, but it had to do for now. After all, I was about to get laid with the single-most wanted stallion in all of Ponyville. My rivaling colleagues could shove something hard up their cunts, I was for once getting lucky for real with a customer. Now I really had to play my cards right. Couldn't screw up an opportunity of this caliber, not with this hunk on the hook...

Oh, and this, err... very handsome mare too, yeah... yeah, let me just lick my lips and warm up my marehood for this stallion first.

“Heh, well, I see a couple who wants some 'escort help' here. I can guarantee one hundred percent satisfaction, including absolute discretion about everything that happens” I went on thanks to my automated personality in the business sector of my life. If it weren't for the circumstance, I would have given them a little discount.

Moments like this I fear there's a catch. Maybe they just want me to sit aside idly and watch them masturbate, or tell them a dirty story where I come from a damaged family. Yes, ponies like that for some reason.

“Y-yeah... tha's... really good ta hear. So... uhm, ya don't have any... problems with this?” Applejack went on and asked, sounding a little relieved alongside ashamed.

I raised an eyebrow.

“Why would I have any problems with a regular couple? So what if you're farmers, s'not like you're siblings, right? Ha ha ha...” I laughed, trying to break the ice further.

They scratched their necks in embarrassment, smiling with the most useless poker-faces.

“Ha ha ha ha – Oh Celestia, you're siblings, aren't yo-”.

I couldn't end the shocked question since the orange mare had jumped at me to cover my mouth, hushing loudly like her life depended on my silence. I was already quiet, however kind of confused since this was once again a new thing for me. The apple family? Incest? For real? Bic Macintosh? His sister Applejack? Fucking each other? Paying a whorse to interact in sexual affairs with them?

I couldn't even begin to calculate the value of this information if the press found out about it. I had never even been close to these kind of thoughts... but this was simply shocking to know. The heir of the founders of Ponyville, keeping it in the family just like the rumors about farmers says.

“Yes...” she whispered as her hoof uncovered my mouth. “But ya must understan' we trust ya with this. Me n' mah brother can't be found out, or is all ovah fer us n' this farm. We'll pay ya'll good, ah swear. Double if ya'll promise ta forget any of this happened afterward”.

I didn't think. In fact, I actually didn't. I didn't listen to much of what she said. The only things hovering before me was the fact that I, out of everypony, had been chosen to be the hunk of Ponyville's fuck toy together with his sister. Hardcore incest. So much taboo it would fill a register of crimes. Sinful lusts of your brother and sister's flesh. Wrongs written all over the whole thing. Disgraceful, shameful, disgusting siblings having sex in all its incest glory.

Where the buck do you sign up?!

Her mouth was warm and sweet, tasting like apples just like I predicted. It was strangely exciting, knowing the big stallion was sitting comfortably in a pile of hay just a few hooves away from us, watching me and his sister make out with our tongues deep inside each others mouths. As much as I wanted to think of him, my current task was to give his sister a good wrapping around the tongue.

Mares and Stallions aren't so different when it comes to kissing techniques. It was all about who you practiced it with and what they wanted. There are too many different needs and wills to generalize both sexes into corners of subjectivity. This mare for example, Applejack, uses a smooth style in which she invites me to be the dominant one. Her tongue lays obediently beneath mine as I slither it our wet dance. Fragrance decides much too, depending on what they have eaten or if they are smokers. This one was free from all forms of bad hygiene and constantly reminded me of the bittersweet taste in an apple.

I opened my eyes and opened my mouth wide, leading her to do the same as my tongue extends. Air moved freely between us while our tips flickered each other lustfully. I let out a warm pant just for the show, something Applejack apparently appreciated. The skin beneath her freckles heated up into red lines of excitement. So sweet and adorable I'd like to snap her between the eyes and quit faking it. But she was innocent, unable to lie about what she wanted. I even tried embracing her head and force our mouths together so my tongue could reach down to the roof of her mouth. She simply leaned back and wrapped me around the waist, moaning loudly with some desperate twitches in her hindlegs.

Big Mac's pleased sigh once again blessed my ears. I glanced at his comfortable position in the hay, catching a glimpse of what everypony swore was hiding between his hindlegs. I didn't have time enough to scan the entire length, all because of Applejack's needy fetlock around the back of my head. She pressed me back, for once forcing me to take her mouth even harder.

Professionals knows you have to put aside your own needs for the sake of the job. And sometimes I hated my profession...

But I shouldn't complain, really. Applejack was a neat mare and she didn't fake. The best change from this work is when you get to serve somepony who doesn't pretend to star in a porno. Thus, I returned by moving a forelegs down to her well-shaped flank, drawing circles over her red apples to stimulate her further. She twitched, jerked her legs and started massaging my back.

Her weight moved to the side, leading me down on my back in a soft thud to the barn floor. She was on top of me with her mouth sucking my lips. Her red lines were stronger than earlier, now commanding her to lay down so our bodies could make full contact. Her weight wasn't so bad, it gave a perfectly comfortable pressure over my stomach and chest, practically squeezing out the right amount of lust I wanted to give her. Her hindlegs crept up to my thighs and spread them further. At first I thought she was going to hump me, but I was luckier than that.

In the same moment, I heard the handsome stallion getting up from his comfortable rest and walking up to us. His red muzzle was hidden behind the head of his sister, but I knew he was going to do something now. The anticipation grew inside me just at the same time he mounted the orange mare. She let go of my mouth and panted gasped right into my face. In fact, that was what I did too.

The large cock squeezed in between us, reaching up to our stomachs in no time. Even though he wasn't inside me, I could feel all the inches just buzzing me awake even though I wasn't feeling sleepy at all. All that meat just grinding between us, sandwiched so we both could experience this impressive stud's pride.

I don't usually get so symbolic about these things, but when you have a dick of this size teasing you, there's no way I can hold back my feminine point of views...

He pulled out and shoved it back in gently. Just one slide was enough to show off just how much he would feel inside you. Mine and Applejack's labia were probably equally stimulated by the pressurizing, lengthy massage. Was he going to keep this up, or fuck us both silly? I couldn't tell by then, but Big Mac was no show off when it came to pleasing ladies. Soon he pulled out and stroke himself slowly, seeming like he waited for something. Suddenly, Applejack giggled and turned her head to her shoulder.

“Tha's alright, big brother... treat our guest first” she said and laid down her head over my shoulder. I have a clear view of the red stallion spitting out the straw from his mouth. I clenched my teeth in reflex after my previous (and few) experiences with well-hung males. And just like I predicted, not even my stretched marehood could take the size without a struggle. He panted once, then pushed further. I jerked my hindlegs and wrapped the other two around Applejack, trying to survive the first penetration without yelping. This was all about discipline. I could handle it, just as long as I dream away to the thrilling feeling of a large, well-bred cock filling me like a hoof in a sock.

Don't ask me why, but pretending I'm a sock getting stuffed with a hoof always helps me 'loosen up'.

Applejack's tongue moved to my ear. She licked it around the edges and let the warm breath from her mouth soak me. At that time, Big Mac finally felt my inner cave giving in. His fat size squeezed past my widened labia, stroke past my clitoris and enlarged me to the brim. Right then, it was impossible to hide the actual satisfaction rushing to my brain. I moaned shamelessly.

He obviously liked it. Because as soon as my lusty noise echoed inside the barn, he laid his forelegs over his sister's shoulders and thrust as deep as he could. Then pulled out to repeat the process. My cunt was now hugging the biggest pole of male I've ever had inside me, instinctively milking it so his warm sperm could liter my inside. Applejack leaned back and watched me together with her brother, grinning widely at the sight of me. I didn't think of her, not even a bit. And that was sad, to be honest.

As sweet as this felt... the image of intimate sex with true love and emotions is gone. I can't see sex as anything else than a job. Stallions aren't much more than I remember them as from all of my encounters through life, dirty and hungry beasts wishing for just a minute with a young cunt. The only difference between this and all other dicks I get to handle is the significant difference in size. Aside from that, it wasn't really that exciting. You'd think it's a pain living like this, but I'm actually kind of satisfied with this. I can always see what ponies hides behind their pretty masks. The reality doesn't hurt anymore like it did in my younger years.

“Mah brother ain't so bad, eh?” Applejack asked, smiling like she was the one riding Big Mac's cock right now. I didn't feel like answering with words at that moment, so I rolled my eyes back and tilted my head the same way, exposing my neck for the orange mare so she could sink her lips down to it. She was quick getting the point, thus licked a spot on the side before sucking up my patch of fur and skin. I'll admit Big Mac was a stud worthy the title. His stamina kept him moving for another couple of minutes without break. Slow but steady, he charged up more momentum in each thrust, rocking me and Applejack back and forth in a raising pace. My womb got slammed over and over, stuffed with so much of his mass that I could have sworn my inner sanctum was going to get permanent damages.

The pressure intensified by the second. I didn't have much left to give, aside from the desperate moans and hardening clench around Applejack's back, it was a losing game in which I inevitably would succumb to the washy sensation of an orgasm. The warmth spread so much in me I couldn't control it. Having my entire marehood stimulated like that in a restless assault sucked the energy out of me. Experienced or not, the size can do so much even to a cock-fucker like me. Only another second had been enough to push me over the edge, but then I suddenly couldn't feel any movements from Big Mac's side.

He was panting lightly and carried the expression meant to say something. A few beads of sweat fell over his forehead and chins, proving I had been quite the challenge myself. He was not the speaker, I learned, it was his sister who did it all. She let go of my spot on the neck, leaving behind the stinging pain of a sore spot. Oh colt, there was going to be a red mark there tomorrow.

“Well, I'd say, Orchid. You've bested me.... what 'bout that” she said with small patterns of heat all over her body. She was warmer than before, heating up my nether. “Ain't my brother good enough for ya?”.

I responded with a giggling snort, resting my head on the ground to catch my thoughts. “No... I just... hah... like to pro... hah...prolong it” I assured her with an insisting voice.

She narrowed her eyes in a playful way of being suspicious, licking her lips like she was hungry.

“Oh well... it's mah turn now” she said right before the hunk on top of her switched to his sister's hole. She opened her eyes wide, loosing her mental grip so her mouth opened wide. Her beautiful eyes rolled up as the first thrust made its way inside her. He went in far, actually going so deep I could feel his balls caressing my labia.

Without hesitation, he started rutting her harder than me. Shaking her rapidly as his large cock slithered past her inner walls and bumped into her womb. Her moaning was cute, even though I could hear this wasn't the first time she had taken a taste of his rich stallionhood. I took the opportunity to wrap my forelegs around her neck and force our mouths together. My tongue ventured inside her again, laying around wildly with her own oral organ while she focused desperately on breathing through her snout. The trembling thrusts from her brother was strangely entertaining, knowing she most likely needed all the air she could get from this ongoing assault to her tight cunt. Or perhaps it wasn't tight, what do I know?

She finally wrestled back my tongue, picking up the pace from where we left earlier. Her muffled moans heated up my mouth nicely, something I repaid by extending a hoof as far as I could towards her butt. The slap I gave her gave a little more than I expected, so to say.

“Mmfggh!!” she groaned loudly inside my mouth as she came. Her hindlegs trembled violently as her drops of female cum poured over my nether. In that instant, I was once again caught off guard when Big Mac pulled out his dripping wet cock and shoved it inside me again. A flash of electricity jolted past me in surprise, and suddenly I was fucked equally hard like Applejack was.

I did lie about 'prolonging' things, because I knew that I only came when my body felt like it. A disadvantage when it comes to customer who just wants to watch a mare masturbate and cum all over the place. If I came, I came. I didn't have any trick aside from pretending I'm a sock, and that one wasn't helping me enough. The kind of physical treatment I was receiving now made the difference.

My point is that I was only seconds from coming. Applejack attacked me with everything she got and dug her hooves in beneath my head in a tight embrace. She tilted her head to the side and opened her mouth as much as possible. Her tongue plunged down my mouth, completely raping me like there was no tomorrow. Now it was my time to let out muffled moans and screams, ultimately loosing it. My brain shut down for the split-second it needed to restart and act. At the time when the large stallion rammed me like a jackhammer, I swore I was bleeding instead of cumming.

The soak squirted out from me, drenching Big Mac's pride in a gush of warm juice. You'd think he pull out then, right?

Oh, hay no. He kept charging my widened hole, ignoring the squishing cum soaking his thighs as he continued fucking me. My senses started to fade after the first seconds, then returned like nothing had happened. Applejack disconnected in a loud pop, letting the saliva we shared fly out from her mouth.

“Hey, Big Mac! What 'bout me?!” she yelled, demanding that she got some attention too.

He didn't say a word when pulling out from me. It took him less than a second to go back inside his sister, mating her instead. I looked at his face again, noticing his old, calm expression was replaced with a severe grimace radiating hunger and lust. He actually frightened me for a moment, but the sound of Applejack moaning like crazy again took me back to the feeling of security. My vacant hoof moved u to her blonde mane, stroking it carefully to show my appreciation over its beauty. I figured maybe I should take off the knot holding her mane together just so I could behold its glorified freedom.

I'll admit, I'm a sucker for long manes. I had always hoped I one day could sell myself to a stallion with a really long mane. Loose, natural, perhaps a dark shade, maybe...

My thoughts dissolved into ash when the large thing was back inside me. I had managed to dream away while the orange earth pony on top of me came. Her sweaty, warm head fell over my shoulder again, her smooth lips panting into my ear. I braced for another tour, somehow not able to predict how long this was going to take. He didn't seem to run out of energy any time soon, so playing along that it was nice was my next move. Or at least that was my plan...

Big Mac tried something I thought he already had done. But I hadn't thought about it until it actually happened. His balls had never slapped my butt. Now he plowed me deeper, realizing it was possible if he just continued struggling. I widened my eyes in both pain and pleasure, clenched my teeth so hard it nearly ached, then let out a hearty gasp of ecstasy. It was a little embarrassing. I felt like a foal who just had her first cock ever, enjoying it for real like I was about to fall in love with him. I couldn't stop think of it, just how wonderful it actually was! A ton of warmth and soak filled my entire body like the sock I thought off.

In my head,my body was widening to fit the giant hoof moving inside me. Suddenly it turned into a dick and shoved inside me. I giggled snorted, covering my crimson cheeks as the first orgasm just exploded from me. The cock moved in deeper, causing a bulb at the bottom of my stomach. It moved back and forth, constantly inflating me so I could see where it went. It fucked more than just my hole. It fucked me, all of me, entire me, so hard and deep it needed more space to fill me up with the flood of semen swelling the cock. My guts turned as well as my pleasure. Everything went literally south. It crammed until it hurt inside me.

Then it came inside me. The unnatural amount of semen pumped me gallon after gallon and flushed out from my overly widened cunt. And the sensation... that freaking sweet sensation...

My eyes opened wide as my crazy dream came to a disruptive end. Big Mac was inside his sister again, giving her the appropriate turn. She was barely conscious and could only communicate with weak whimpers and groans. I looked at Big Mac who seemed to be at the end of his road. His eyes were tightly shut, his teeth gritting hard, he obviously did everything in his might to not cum just yet.

A beam of enlightenment struck me like a spotlight. Playtime was over, no need to prolong this anymore. I instilled my tone made for submission, aiming it directly at Big Mac.

“Please, Big Macintosh! I want your cum, I want it all over my muzzle!” I cried, successfully waking up the nearly fainting mare over me. They both looked at me like this was the moment they had been waiting for, happily agreeing it was time. Applejack got off me and her brother pulled out instantly, waiting for us to get up in front of him.

We both sat back on our haunches, leaning down a little towards the massive cock so the owner of it could lean his fore hooves on our shoulders. My instinct brought out my hooves to the sticky mass, my fetlocks wrapped it nicely and I started jerking him off furiously. No need for half-measures with a slow start building up into a good pulling. No, it was my time to shine with my skills in dick-handling. If he was going to cum, it had to be in the hooves of a professional.

He grunted louder, turning his head in every direction just to hold on another second. I knew why he did that. No big mystery once you hear about it once.

In a sweet exhale from the depths of Big Mac's bass voice, he cringed in pleasure and let loose his load. A sticky rain of thick stallion sperm shot at our faces, covering us in the warm goo for him to behold and relish in. Applejack groaned in pleasure as her red freckles got their deserved salvo, her heated cheeks were stained with even warmer semen, and several drips gathered into a puddle on her tongue. The second line of sperm hit me directly in the mouth, filling me faster until the ray weakened and stained my chin. Once the main stream of male seed was over, we both leaned in smilingly and licked the large appendage clean from all our cunt juice, making sure to preserve every bit of what remained from Big Mac's afterglow.

Once I thought it was actually over, Applejack suddenly got up on her hindlegs and tilted my head up so my mouth was directly beneath hers. I wasn't slow to understand, but I was certainly surprised I was dealing with such a dirty mare. Cum swapping is something you most likely only see in a porno. It's actually kind of disgusting having another pony's saliva mixed with another pony's cum in your mouth. Not that this mare seemed to care, she was eager to spit her filthy fluids down into my mouth, and not that I disagreed; this was my job.

Thus, I opened my mouth wide and watched Applejack squeeze out between her lips the semen she had gathered, hitting my mouth correctly. A whole waterfall of the sticky juice fell into my mouth, nearly pouring over once she was done. I repaid the favor by getting up on my own hindlegs and hugging her around the waist, connecting our lips in a steamy kiss. She groaned in satisfaction as I filled her mouth with the now messier concoction of body fluids. Her tongue happily slopped it inside, she gulped the load down and tried to spill as little as possible. It was not easy for her, minding the flowing juices pouring from our mouths and down on our flat chests.

Once Applejack had swallowed all of it, we kept kissing for another set of seconds until Big Mac sat down back in his pile of hay. We joined him shortly on each side so he could lay a foreleg over our shoulders, we fondled his softening cock and switched sucking it when we felt like it, playing like it was a lollipop...

That moment when you have to say goodbye. Probably a bane to many, but for me just another sequence in business. Applejack and Big Macintosh were more than satisfied with my treatment and had come to an agreement that I was worth a little bonus. If you ask me it was more of a bribe when they gave me an additional hundred bits after the promised one hundred and fifty. A little savings they had from the annual sale of priced cider. I didn't complain, I needed the bits. The sad part about all of this was that I promised to forget any of this happened. When your customers say that, it means that was the last time you saw them in the hay bed... literally, in this case.

I was going to need a lot more than this, but it was a good start. At first I planned on being so horrible as to blackmail them for not ratting them out about this highly sensitive case of taboo. Low life, I know, but this was an emergency. If you do something so stupid as blackmailing somepony, you're asking to get put out of business as a whorse.

On my way back to Ponyville I had some time to think about it. I had been lucky to get bought by so nice ponies like them, but that was obviously not going to happen so often, if at all. I had to put up a plan, a budget, a new life standard... whatever it took to stay on sergeant Tenacity's good side. It hurt to obey his corrupt rules and deals, dancing after his pipe just like the marionette he had turned me into. I couldn't foresee how much he was going to use and abuse me, all I could do was trust he kept his end of the bargain.

Enough of all of that, I thought as I rounded the corner into my dark alley. Celestia's sun was going down soon so I had to find my bed and lay down to think about everything.

“Excuse me” a voice said from behind the corner I just had passed. I turned around and glanced, discovering I had been seen by somepony. It was strange to see this kind of mare around here. She was too well-kept for a prostitute, too high of herself to sell her body, too.... uptight.

“Yes...?” I asked with a raised eyebrow, taking the courage to walk around the corner and meet this unicorn mare.

“Forgive me for my rude questioning...” she said ridiculously well-mannered and blinked once waving her fake, disgusting eyelashes at me. She looked aggregated, a little sour on the inside behind those sparkling eyes. “... but are you.... ahem, Orchid? The.. prostitute?”.

She sounded like every word she just said slitted her tongue like claws from a tiger. I didn't know who she was or what she wanted from me, but I sure as hay didn't have time to spend on a mare who obviously didn't have any need of a whorse. Thus, I simply nodded since she was correct.

In the next moment, she raised a hoof and slapped me so hard I could have sworn there was a rock in her hoof. My mouth hung wide-open as I covered the bruised area with a hoof.

“That was for giving Spike those awful... AWFUL advices! You filthy, disgusting WHORSE! Ponies like you give Ponyville a bad name!”.

Before I had any time to react, she was walking away from me with her head high in the air, wearing a big 'humph' over her snout. They say past sins always comes back to haunt you...

I took another moment to just stand there waiting for rain, wondering how all of this happened and what it meant. In the end, I just gave up and stopped rubbing my cheek, it was embarrassing to be seen like this. It was at that moment I noticed she had stuck a small piece of paper on the cheek she slapped me. It was stuck on my fur but easy to rip off without causing any pain, saying a simple line of text as I read it from my hooves.

Rarity. Carousel Boutique in Ponyville. Friday nine o' clock. Be there.

I raised an eyebrow...

To be continued...

Author's Note

Three days delayed. It could have been worse, I tell you all. As I told some of you, I have been in a really bad writing mood because of my girlfriend's depression. It's slowly eating her up from the inside and needs treatment as soon as possible, Problem is that the doctors won't take her in for various unreasonable reasons.

However, I managed to grab this after getting some support and kind words from you guys. I don't care what people say about cloppers (never did before either, but you get my point), they are some of the best persons I know of. So thank you all for being so understanding and patient with my work. I love you all and will always think of your kind words when I need them the most.

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