To some, being stuck in the magical land of Equestria is a blessing, but not to Jack. He finds himself here by pure chance, and he doesn't particularly like it. Sure, he's used to working with animals, it comes naturally when you're a veterinarian, but somehow, that makes it all the worse.
Jack is, of course, a human. Male, ca. 6' tall, and after slightly more than two years of menial labour, he's in better shape than at any time in his past. Usually, veterinarian work isn't quite that labour intensive, but that presumes he still works as one. In Equestria, where most species are sentient or close to it, he's woefully unqualified for what used to be his area of expertise. It was only luck, really, that allowed him to get hired as a farmhand at Sweet Apple Acres, and the irony of being hired to work on a farm by a diminutive horse doesn't pass him by.
Still, despite having worked here for so long, Jack still isn't used to it. He's still bothered by the hot air in the summers, the lack of any real tools to work with, and all these hay bales are really heavier than they look. Not to mention that there's the whole issue of getting up when the rooster calls.
Jack's working on heaving up another bale of hay when he hear the door to the barn open, and the now familiar clop of hooves on the wooden floor follows soon after. Familiar, that's right. He's been working here so long that he can differentiate between the various Apple family members just by the sound of their hooves on wood. God he needs to get out more.
“Why, looks like yere doin a good job in here.” a feminine voice speak out, the hooves have already made her identity known, but the voice helps too. Really, if he hadn't learned to recognize the voice of his employer after all this time, then what would that say about him?
“It's hard work, but someone has to do it,” he answers, turning about to face the orange mare at the same time. He can never get over how he's working for what amounts to a cowboy pony. A cow-pony? Either way, he takes the moment to lean back against the bales he have already stacked up. It's nice with a break, even if it's just a short one.
“Yer' right about that! Anyhow, ah'm just here to tell you that 't grub's done soon. Might wanna go clean up, ya know how Granny is with 'dirty hooves at the table'.” He can practically hear the air-quotes as she speak. Of course, it's a fair warning. Last time he forgot washing his hands, he received a verbal trashing from the old mare. How they manage to keep their own hooves clean to begin with is still something of a mystery to him.
“Alright, thanks for telling me. I'll just finish up in here and I assume you'll call as usual.”
“'Course! No one goes hungry on this farm.” She responds, giving him a beaming smile at the same time. It really does make her freckled face light up, it's rather adorable actually, and just that thought proves he's been stuck here for way too long.
With a tip of her hat, she turns to leave the barn. Really, this view does show the only reason that living in Equestria can be quite pleasant. The lack of most modern conveniences suck, but as he looks to Applejacks retreating form, there's clearly one thing he do love. The lack of clothes leave nothing to the imagination, and he watches with concealed desire as the mares tail sway to the side, baring her in the most exquisite manner. It's only a brief view, but he still cherish it whenever he receives it.
Before coming to Equestria, he had never imagined that he could ever feel attraction to what is, for all intents and purposes, a horse. An intelligent horse, mind you, who constantly manages to beat him in hoof wrestling. Still, it's been a long time since he had another human woman to lay his eyes on, and every day ponies look more appealing to him. He watches her flank as it strides out of the barn door, his trousers suddenly feeling somewhat tight as he imagines just what he could do to relieve himself of some pent up stress.
“Maybe...” Jack mumbles to himself, before a grin slips on his lips. Maybe there is a way to put theory into practice after all. Surely he's deserving a reward for persevering in these conditions for as long as he have? At least, that's what he's telling himself. He's already got a plan forming, now he will just need to prepare for it and flesh it out a bit. For now, he finishes up with his work and goes to wash off, the rest will have to be dealt with later.
*** *** ***
Lunch with the Apples is considered to be family time, and by now he is more or less adopted into the 'extended family'. At least they are very empathic on having him with them at the table during meals, and today is no exception. They are a lively bunch of ponies and he readily admits to having fun eating and interacting with them, but it's still hard to keep his mind, and at times his eyes, from wandering.
The topic today is apparently carrots, or more specifically Carrot Tops carrot emporium. There's always been a friendly rivalry between the two farms, and this time they seem to be launching a new type of carrot, but he's not sure what's so special about it. It doesn't take long until he zones out from the conversation entirely.
Let's see... A sturdy rope. I'll need to find some form of sedative, but at least I have a good lead there. He is jarred out of his internal dialogue by a jab to his knee from Applejack. “Huh?”
“Ah asked if ya were done with the pie.” AJ said, looking visibly amused at his flustered expression and he quickly gives her a nod.
“Yeah, sure. Sorry. Just... Lost in thought for a minute there.”
“More like half the meal sugar. Just remember that ya'll can talk to us if something's bothering you, ok?” He blinks at that. Is time really passing that quickly?
“Yeah, of course. I was only making a shopping list for myself, no need to be worried quite yet.” he even manages to give her a convincing grin, even if it gives him a tinge of guilt for what he's planning. Not that it works anyway, since the element of honesty herself doesn't look to be convinced, even if she's not pressing the issue.
The rest of the lunch hour pass without a hitch and they all resume their duties. Jack takes a short leave to head into Ponyville proper later in the day, running some errands and taking the opportunity to procure some of the supplies he'll need in the coming days.
*** *** ***
The next few days are filled with activity as not only does he have to make sure his regular farm work is dealt with, but he also spends his spare time rearranging all the hay bales in the barn. While the barn is almost always full of said hay, and an assortment of tools and storage units for apples, it now also have a small 'room' hidden in the midst of all the bales. It's simply fashioned by stacking bales of hay on top of each other, and securing them together so they won't fall down. The floor in this miniature room have received a generous amount of loose hay strewn over it to give it some padding.
“This should work.” Jack mumbles to himself. He have secured some metal rings to the floor, and there's rope bound to them as well. Everything has a purpose of course, but he's still not quite sure if he really want to go through with his plan, a plan that can rightly be called both dastardly and villainous, not to mention a heinous betrayal of trust. One hand in his pocket can't help but thumb the small vial hidden away there.
If he is to go through with his plan, today is the best time for it. Applejacks plans with her friends was cancelled so she's got an evening without anywhere to be, which is rather unusual. He's sure she plans to fill it with some of the easier farm work, since apparently she finds it relaxing. But then again, she is a dependable pony for a reason.
After he makes sure that the rings are as secure as he can make them, and that he have all his other required items accounted for and ready, he decides to carry on with his plan after all. The consequences of it are hard to accurately judge, but he finds himself not really caring any-more. With that in mind, he heads out to pick up the mane personality of his event, if he can allow himself a bad pun.
*** *** ***
Applejack hoists another piece of wood onto the large stump she's using as a chopping block, and aligns it with practised ease. She turns to the axe beside her and grips the handle firmly between her teeth. Her head whips around as she swing the heavy tool against the wood and with a crack the firewood is split neatly in two. She's been at this for a while now and she's starting to feel a bit tired, but that's no reason to slack off. It's important that they have a large store of firewood come winter, and just because it's summer now that doesn't mean there's any reason to slack off.
Putting the axe down, she hoists another piece onto the stump when her ears perk up, the sound of shifting gravel telling her that someone is approaching. Turning her head, she spots the distinct figure of Jack approaching, kinda hard to miss him, honestly enough. There's not really anyone else around here with his profile.
“Howdy Jack,” she speaks. “What's bringing yer out here?”
“Hey AJ,” Jack watches as she grabs and swings the axe again, severing the wood with such ease that he still have a hard time getting used to seeing. It's amazing that she can get such force just by swinging her neck, and that she doesn't hurt her teeth with it. Coming up from behind as she work has certain advantages as well, and as her tail sways to the side he finds himself at loss for words for just a few moments. It doesn't hurt that the sweat from her exertion makes her almost glitter in the fading sunlight. “Oh, I actually came looking for you.”
“Well, ah think you've found me alright. Anything ya need?” she punctuates her question by chopping another block of wood in half.
Jack's almost getting cold feet at this, would his plan honestly have a chance of working? AJ is quick, strong, and in the prime of her life. It almost seems to be a futile endeavour. He steels himself for the task though and gives her a smile. “Ah, yes, actually... I was wondering if you could help me out in the barn. I've been working on a project there, and could really use your input.”
AJ puts the axe down again and this time fully turnes to face him, depriving him of his pleasant view. She can't help but think that he looks oddly nervous for some reason, but it's quite flattering that he holds her opinion in such high regard. Odd as he sometimes might be, he's a hard working pony and she can respect that. “Well ah think ah could do with a break anyhow,” she moves her maw sideways for a moment, creating a loud crack as her bones adjust. Wow, that felt nice. “Ya know, ya've got the evening free, ya don't have ta stay at the farm and work extra.”
“Well, it's nice to contribute. Besides, this project is only... Tangentially work related. At least it involves hay.”
“Ah see. Well, let's get to it then, we won't get yer project done by standing around all day.”
“Hah, true enough.”
Both of them walk through the farm towards the barn, exchanging mostly pleasant banter on the way there. Applejack is regaling him with a tale of the adventures she gets into on and off and he listens on dutifully. She's pleased to see that his nervousness seems to abate as they talk.
On a whim, Jack decides to reach out and scratch her behind her ears, making her momentarily stumble. He watches with amusement as a slight flush creeps up on her face. He had learned, mostly from playing with Applebloom and the other CMC when they're around, that ponies seem to find this rather pleasant. This is the first time he tries it on AJ however.
“Why, ah reckon I can see why Applebloom thinks so highly of them fingers of yours. That feels might nice.” she can certainly admire those flexible digits of his now. She tilts her head slightly into his touch, giving off a satisfied sigh as she does so. Who'd have thought it could feel so good to be scratched behind your ears? Here she thought Applebloom was just speaking nonsense, but it seems like she's right after all. Awfully touchy of him though, she's mighty glad they're not in company or someone could get the wrong impression.
“Oh you bet. I'm amazed at how much you ponies can do without them. If I tried swinging an axe with my teeth, I'd just hurt myself.” he chuckles, enjoying the feel of her mane and coat along his fingers. Trying to scratch her like this was a spur of the moment decision, but now he certainly doesn't regret it. He catches AJ glancing over at him from time to time as well, and he finds himself somewhat amused by it. If nothing else, it makes him feel a bit more confident that he might be able to go through with it after all.
Before long, they both arrive at the barn and head inside. It looked like it normally does, he have placed a pair of bales over the entrance to his little hidey-hole so nothing looks out of out of place. This seems to confuse Applejack of course, as she looks around the barn to try and see what his project might be, but she's got no luck there.
“Ah can't see that project of yours. Where have ya hidden it?”
“You'll see it in a moment.” he speaks, and she notices that the nervousness is back in his voice. That's just plain silly really, he knows that he don't have to be nervous around her.
It's just a moment later as she hear him approach again, but she thinks nothing of it. Not until she felt something wet cover her snout, a sharp, almost metallic scent being carried through her nostrils as she breaths in.
“Wha....?” she manages to get out, a feeling of dizziness suddenly coming over her. She stumbles a bit, trying to feel alert and push his hand away so that sharp smell will vanish. But it's no use. She tries to steady herself once more, and then she collapses.
*** *** ***
It's with a groan and an aching head that Applejack opens her eyes again. At first, it's all disorienting, she can't quite remember what she was just doing. She seems to be looking at a bale of hay, why does that seem important?
“Wha... What just happened?” she slurs out, or at least she tries to. Her words are mumbled and she can feel that there's something stuck in her mouth. Is that... A bit? Why is she wearing a bit? She can't remember dressing up for a fancy party, and even then bits are pretty old fashion, she doubts even Rarity would use them.
“Ah, good, you're awake,” Jack sighs out. Correctly using sedatives are always... tricky, but it seems that his judgement is still sound. Too much, and you risk causing serious poisoning, while too little have no effect at all. “C'mon. Get up. I know you can do it.” his voice was nervous, yet still reassuring. With her speech restricted, he find himself talking to her almost as he'd have done at his old job, but as her tail flick to the side again, the present reasserts itself.
“Jack..?” she mumbles, swaying slightly as she pushes herself up on all four again. Once standing, she tries to move, but as she does, she finds her hooves restricted. There's just enough room to stand up and maybe move a few inches, but after that, each hoof is tied with a sturdy rope, preventing her from turning, or even from getting much leverage. As the confusion recedes, it's replaced with first anger, then worry. She pulls at the rope, but it doesn't budge so she looks back at who she thought was a friend, trying to ask what he think he's doing, but it only comes out as illegible mumbles.
Jack watches her come to her senses, and seeing that disappointed look she gives him is almost enough for him to decide to abort his plans, but just almost. For the first time he can allow himself to look at her flank without trying to hide it, his eyes practically caressing her body. He grabs her tail and has to put some effort into tugging it out of the way, it's stronger than you'd expect.
The moment she's exposed, a deep blush grows on her face. She feels exposed, vulnerable, and she can only respond by shooting him a glare. Sure, she's nude all the time, but it's one thing to be naked, it's another thing entirely to have a stallion staring at your sex like you're in heat. She tries to tug her tail out of his grasp, but it's not strong enough by far. She attempts to push her thighs together, to make herself less visible.
Jacks feeling of arousal is growing, his trousers extending slightly as he allows himself to fully appreciate the view before him. He takes in the sight of her sex, the smooth but dry folds looking quite delicious, though as he looks up just a bit higher he can't help but be mesmerized by the puckered star hiding under her tail. Orange rump frames her treasures quite beautifully and it's with ill hidden desire that he reaches down for her, fingers on one hand stroking up lightly along her vulva, drawing a shiver from the bound mare. Her attempts at hiding herself isn't working at all.
“Did I ever tell you that you are a very pretty mare? Toned, sleek, and every time we've worked together you've practically been teasing me. Always exposing yourself. I admit, it was odd to begin with, but it grew on me.” he say that even as he spread her open for his viewing pleasure, drawing a slight whinny of displeasure from AJ.
“Uk u.” is all she gives in response and she tries to shift out of reach for him, straining to pull loose from her ties, but it only leaves her panting with effort. In any other situation, she might have enjoyed hearing that from him. She might not have Raritys obsession with being all prettied up, but any mare likes a compliment now and then. Now it just leaves a sour taste in her mouth and she wants nothing more than to really introduce him to Bucky McGillicuddy and Kicks McGee. The feel of his touch is sickening, it makes her feel queasy to have this... This alien Thing put his hooves on her in such a way and she can't help but shiver as one finger slips into her depths. It's not comfortable in the slightest.
“I'd never have thought were so snug. I'd have done this sooner then.” he's amazed at himself for feeling as... Calm and collected as he does. He have passed the point of no return already, so he don't need to feel nervous about what he's doing anymore. Instead, he allows himself to revel in the feeling, the warmth of her most intimate passage clinging around his touch, even if she's clearly not as exited as he is. He takes a moment to just admire his view, the sight of her plush, plump lips spread open around his fingers, his own digit slipping up into her warmth. The scent of her up this close is... Pretty hard to describe. Like the smell of earth after a light summer shower. Heh, he can't help but think it's suitable for an earth pony.
“Jus get it oer ith',” AJ practically growls out, ignoring his words and trying to ignore his touch as well. She pictures just what she'll do with him once she gets loose, almost succeeding in loosing herself in her fantasy, when her concentration is shattered again. She feels something warm, moist, stroke right across her slit, bringing an involuntary gasp from the bound mare. “at ar yo doin?” she breaths out, trying to shut out sensation of what must be his tongue taking quite a literal taste of her. Wait, didn't he say his species were omnivores? She gives a shudder at the thought on just how barbaric he might be, but the thoughts vanish as the moist feeling returns.
To Jack, it's all pleasant. His hands moves up to her hips and he allows his fingers to kneed across her cutiemarks. He really found that jarring to say at first. Seriously, it just sounds silly. Still, the feel of her pelt is pleasant, softer than on horse, these ponies really have very little in common with equines from back home. He slides his tongue along those delicate folds of hers, the slightly salty and somewhat bitter taste making him almost ache with arousal. It's a divine taste. Ponies native four legged gate certainly serves well in keeping her exposed. He can see that she tries to cover herself, tries to get away, but it's no use. She's in a perfect position for him to lick firmly up and down across that pink little slit, and he watches with satisfaction as she jerks forward as his tongue caresses across her clit, that little button obviously having an effect he can quite enjoy.
“Gah!” she gasps out, feeling an electrifying shiver of unwanted pleasure run up her spine. That felt good, surprisingly so. But she concentrates on squashing that feeling. Nothing about this is good, she intensifies her struggle against the rope, and the floorboards creak ominously as the strain grows, but then she's distracted again. She can feel his slimy, hot, tongue dive into her body, almost making her whinny out in surprise. Her body is reacting to the stimulation on its own, starting to coat her in her natural lubrication and she feels ashamed for not being stronger, not being able to prevent it. She's breathing deeper as well, but it's from the effort to get loose, rather than from what he's doing to her.
“You know, I think I've found a new favourite kind of Apple.” Jack speaks up, briefly making her renew her efforts to get loose just to spite him. From his position, he's staring at that snug-looking tailhole of hers as well. When giving that pleasant pussy a bath, he can't help but admire that star of hers and he gives a glance to the side, one of his supplies being a jar that he just might need after all. He can feel how her taste subtly changes as well, every bit of arousal he manages to coax out of her making him all the more eager.
AJ sighs of relief as he finally stops. The air in the barn feel cool on her sex now that she's been moistened up. Her relief only lasts a moment as she figures there's only one reason for why he'd stop and she tenses up again. She throws her neck around to give another silent glare, only to get her breath caught in her throat. She watches right as he pulls off his trousers, exposing an oddly shaped, pale and pinkish erection in plain view. She's been with a couple of stallions before, but none of theirs had looked like that. The tip looks pointy, rather than the flat one she's used to, it's a bit smaller too, but not as much as she thought it would be. She had seen him naked before, once, but that had been on accident and it had been a lot smaller at the time. Now she gets to see it for what it is, erect and ready to take her, use her, without giving her a say in the matter. She's forced to close her eyes and look away, almost tasting the bile in her throat.
Jack quickly pulled off his clothes, hanging them on a hook he had put on the wall for just this purpose. He shivers lightly, the cool evening air is seeping into the barn, but he expects to be much too busy to notice soon enough. He glances towards her again, the sight of her looking away from him, ears pressed to her head, makes her look all the more adorable. She's hiding herself with her tail again however so there's no chance to admire her finer bits anymore. Still, thinking back to the view he had when playing with her, he can't help but grin. Should he really now? He's already thrown away the key to his salvation, so he might just as well go all the way and enjoy this, enjoy her, fully. Damn the consequences.
She tries to shut out the sound of rustling clothing from behind her, trying to instead go over tomorrows shores in her head. Let's see, ah need to start painting the fence, the pigs need feedin'... She can hear what sounds like a jar is being opened, but she ignores that too, eyes firmly closed and her tail tucked hard between her legs. She sees nothing, she hear nothing, he'll just do his thing and then this'll all be over. Yessire, everything will be back to normal and she can kick his bucking flank to the moon. And fire him too. She can feel her tail being tugged away again and makes a half-hearted effort to resist it, but she soon eases up, she's not giving up, not really. She's just... Saving her strength. Of course, these thoughts are interrupted as she feel a cool goo get smeared right under her tail, her eyes shooting open and her anus clenching down at the unfamiliar sensation! “Wht t hek a u doin!”
As soon as his lubrication covered fingers touch that snug star under her tail, she violently reacts. He can feel her anus clench for just a moment before his touch is torn away from her. She tries bucking against him, but she barely manages to lift her legs from the floor before they're stopped by the rope, keeping him safely out of reach. Instead, he's presented by a good view as her taut muscles work, her most private mound and now almost glittering rump putting on such an exotic dance before him. He laughs, he can't help it. What he's doing to her is cruel, she doesn't deserve it, he can feel the guilt gnawing at him. But at the same time, she so erotic. A perfect specimen of pony, the orange coat could on others have looked a bit bland, but she's carrying it off perfectly. The style of her mane and tail complimenting her in ways he really shouldn't think is so erotic, but still do. “It's no use. For today, you're all mine.”
The words reach AJ, and she oddly settles down, just a bit. She's still tense, teeth clamping down on the bit as if to bite it in half. She wants nothing more than to give him a verbal and physical lashing, but he's not worth it. She takes a deep breath again, concentrating on getting into her own world. “That's better.” she can hear him say, feeling him tug her tail out of the way again. She feels a pressure against her rump. She's been with males before, but never there. She's heard of it, even heard Rarity give some crude jokes on it, surprisingly enough, but she's never thought it'd happen to her. Especially not like this. She tries to clench her muscle shut, her anus holding close even as she feel two of his fingers press against it, forcing her to open up. It feels weird, and painful, but for now mostly weird. It's hard to shut out the feeling too, she wants to tell him to just get it over with, but every touch inside of her makes her loose her train of thought.
Jacks heart is pounding already, excitement coursing through his body as he slowly, surely, forces his gooey fingers into the reluctant mares rump. This wasn't his intent when he started, but how can he pass up this opportunity? He have one chance, one moment where she's vulnerable and he can do anything he wants, and he's damn well taking it. As he spread his fingers a bit, stretching her, he watches her wince, the feeling obviously not causing her any form of pleasure. He do feel bad about that, he have no interest in harming her, not really, but she's a strong mare. She can bounce right back from this, right? At least he convinces himself that even as he ensures an even spread of lubrication within her anus.
AJ gives a sigh of relief as the fingers slide out of her behind. She can't help but clench and unclench her tailhole just by pure reflex, the lubrication inside of her make her feel strange, it's distracting her from her efforts to just ignore him. She looks back at him again, just briefly. Giving another glare and, unfortunately, getting another look at that pointy penis of his. She reckons he must have put some lubrication on it as well, with how it almost glitters. Or maybe all aliens look like that? It doesn't seem likely, and she quickly turns back to face the wall, trying to concentrate on the familiar scent of wood and hay, and trying to entirely ignore the new smell of sex that's slowly being added to the room.
Jack steps up behind her, watching her give him that glare. In any other situation, he's sure it would have been menacing, but right now, it just looks as harmless as a pout. “Just remember to relax AJ. I don't want to hurt you,” he say, but he can't really make out her response to him. Just get it over with maybe? Probably the only response he deserved anyway, it's a rather hypocritical question. Still, he keeps her tail out of the way, one hand on his shaft as he aligns it up against her smallest hole, his tip momentarily stroking right along her soft pelt. She instinctively withdraws a bit as he makes contact with her pucker, but he uses the grip on her tail to tug her back against him. Gods, he want this. His body is almost aching for a release and he can feel her twitch in apprehension.
To AJ the wait is almost torturing. She can vividly feel him press against her, his smooth skin and the lack of pressure on top of her making her head blanch out. Nothing is right, this wasn't him, it can't be him. He's been nothing but dedicated, kind even and... Her thoughts are suddenly, rudely, interrupted as she feel him move. She cries out into the bit as her virginal anus is stretched around him, his cock taking her, using her. She feels a spark of sharp pain race through her spine, her sphincter instinctively clenching down around the intruder, but it only makes it hurt more. Her face is flushed, beat red with embarrassment, shame, though she tries to stay quiet. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing her. It's all she can do to keep her eyes from tearing up just from the pain.
It's with a hiss of satisfaction that Jack feel her open up around him. The lubrication certainly helps turn this into a smooth experience for him, but she's tight, small, almost certainly unused. It's almost enough for him to, for just a moment, believe he can get away with this. The pleasure is so good, it's sending surges of electrifying sensations along his spine.
He works himself deeper into her with small thrusts, pushing relentlessly forward and listening as the mare before him tries to suppress another half whinny out of discomfort. He never thought he would find it so... Erotic. The feeling of power, of control, just makes the experience all the better for him. He doesn't let it go over his head however, he's making sure to pace himself somewhat, enjoying the resistance she's giving him, but not forcing it all in at once.
“Uking lolife.” she groans out, her back arching as he slides another inch, then two more, into her exposed rump. She can feel him leaning in over her, his arms circling her as if taking her in a hug and she shivers again when his fingers start to caress through her fur. She tries to shut that out as well, it feels disturbingly good, a sharp contrast to the ache under her tail and she gives a gasp as his fingers slide over sensitive teats. It's not enough to overshadow how... Big he feels. How wrong it feels. She can barely form words for it, not even in her own head. Despite all this, she's not feeling fear, none at all. Despite all this, she doesn't think he'll hurt her, at least not physically, so she doesn't fear him. Not in a real sense. She's just... Disappointed, and sad.
He leans in over her body and places light, almost tender, kisses along her form. He can taste the saltiness of her sweaty pelt, feel the intoxicating scent of her body as he pushes up firmer against her back side, making her cry out as another inch of his girth is opening her up. It's indescribable. He can feel her ears twitch as he buries his face in her mane, his hips rocking back and forth until his entire length is buried in that taut butt of hers, and every squeeze she gives sends him into a cloud of desire. His hands run along her belly, stroking through the pelt there and going lower towards her abdomen. As he caress along her teats, so different from anything he could compare it to, he can hear her gasp out again, an entirely different sound from all the rest. He likes it.
A sharp surge of pain courses through her body when she finally feels him hilt within her. She can feel smooth skin pressing against her, his crotch right against her rump, with her tail trying to twitch out of his grip, but to no avail. Head hangs low as she is forced to experience him, every move sends the thought of this obscene act back to the forefront of her mind, making it impossible to ignore. She whinnies lightly when his fingers start running along her teats, the contrast to how he feel inside of her making it more pleasant than it should be, and she feels ashamed for admitting it.
In the back of her mind, usually securely locked away, there's another feeling warring for space. The lack of control is a bit exciting. It's making her heart beat faster and she can feel her face flush again.
She feels him pull back, the move making her release a breath she didn't know she was holding. Only to have a sharp gasp be released as he push back inside, more firmly this time, confidently. It sends a tingle along her body, her back arching at the feeling of first being so very full, then empty, and then promptly stuffed again. She still wants to buck him in the face, but she doesn't have the strength to try and say it.
Every time he hilts within her, he's more confident that he's not hurting her. Every time he pulls out, he tries shoving in a bit firmer, with more intent behind it. Every time he pushes inside, she gives off the most adorable gasp, as if rewarding him for his effort. Or at least that's how he chooses to look at it. He gazes in between them, watching his hips meet her rump in a lewd union, feeling her anus clench down hard whenever he's fully joined with her. He wants more, he wants to give her more, or at least try to.
Pleasure. A single pulse makes AJs eyes shoot open. Part in disbelief at feeling it, part in shame because she do feel it. It's right there, between her legs. She tries to ignore it, but then it spikes again. Another shiver travels through her body as the unwanted emotion wreck her body, and she finds it hard to deny. She can vividly feel his hand, it moves away from her teats just when she thinks she's finally able to ignore him, and then it assaults her again. That's... Her thoughts short-circuit as a finger runs a light circle around her clit. Her marehood is primed and responsive, much to her dismay. She can't concentrate on anything except the feelings. His size inside of her makes her whinny out in discomfort again, but it switches halfway through to a moan as his touch tease her with the pleasure he can give if she's willing to allow it.
Jacks hard, slick, shaft sends another surge of pleasure into his mind when he hilt inside of her again. With the lube, she's smooth as silk, yet still rewarding him with endless stimulation as her body squeezes down again and again. It's infinitely better than what even his wildest imagination could prepare him for. He only regrets not having a very good view, he wants to look between them so he can watch his girth spread her anus. He wants to see her pretty, taut and firm cheeks spread apart by his cock as it claim her. Maybe next time, because a guy can dream, right?
Despite all this, he registers every move, ever sound that escapes his captive Apple. Every whinny makes his loins surge, but when they subtly change to half suppressed moans, he feels renewed vigour. He speeds up his trusts, letting a lewd slap escape into the barn every time he hilts within her ass, his cock twitching with a release that's coming closer all the time, it's already a miracle that he's still going on.
“'No...” AJ moans out, the pain is fading away and seems to settle on a dull throb that's more easily ignored, which only gives her more time to be overwhelmed by the stimulation at her pussy. She feels every stroke of those fingers, a pleasured gasp escaping her as they push up along her labia, caressing teasingly only to run to her clit again. It's clouding her mind even more, it's starting to get hard to remember why she's so mad, the pleasure dulling the despair and hurt.
She starts pushing herself back to meet his thrusts, the way he's laying sprawled almost over her back speaking to her instincts. The feeling of his fingers toying with her puffy, needy and oh so very hot sex urges her to give in to it, to let the addictive pleasure wash over her, just this once. Why was she so mad anyway?
Jack almost looses it when she pushes back at him. It's a surprise, and it makes his dick hilt in her more firmly than he intended. It even draws another pained whinny from her, but it's lacking conviction, and it doesn't stop her from repeating it on the next thrust. His body is feeling hot against her, his knees already getting a little bit unsteady even as adrenalin makes him continue.
His breathing is started to get ragged, but so are her. He pulls out almost all the way, teasing her by having just the tip still hugged by her rump, her sphincter clenching down hard on it before she pushes back fully, stretching her bonds to their limit. It's like heaven to him, and he rewards her by running a finger all the way from one end of her heated pussy, up to the clit which receives a tender massage. The shiver that comes from her is felt through his entire body.
“Gwah..!” AJ groans out. Eyes have closed again, nose filled with the scent of sex that's laying heavy around him. She yelps out at a harder than average thrust, her tailhole stinging every time he moves, sending a feeling of heat through her body. But that might just be his cock reaching into her very depths. She feels his hot breath against her mane, hot kisses along her spine is enough to make her feel the heat rise to her cheeks again, the tension building inside her, like a dam waiting to burst.
He rams into her again. His body shudders as he feel a climax coming on. Hips start to buck wildly against her, his weight slamming into her with almost animalistic vigour. He pulls out almost all the way before he slams back inside, letting that silky embrace welcome him, every squeeze seeming like it's just to try and coax him over the edge. He can feel himself reach the edge, and pass it.
Hot. Burning hot. But oddly enough, not bad. Applejack cries out at the increased pace, her tailhole aching every time it's speared open, making her whimper out. But it's instantly swallowed by the moan that follows his increasingly erratic massage along her folds. Every touch sends her swimming in pleasure, if just... Then she feels it. Warm, slimy, and going right up her rump. She can feel him twitch inside of her, her back arching again, pressing closer to him on instinct again. His cum fills her up, welcome, and at the same time hated. Combined with a light rub along her clit, it's enough to bring her over as well. Her mind blanches, a yelp of surprised pleasure being muffled against the bit, her whole body shivering again.
The seconds pass in bliss. Slowly it's fading away, leaving him feeling content. He rests against her back, that famous earth pony stamina coming in handy. His face stays pressed into her mane a bit longer, just taking in the feeling for what is likely going to be both the first and last time.
Her legs are shaking slightly, but steady. She's a dependable pony, and just because she's just received the rutting of her life, it doesn't mean she'll let him down. Pleasure still surges through her body, his fingers apparently not moving away from her sex, so every casually rub sends a small spike of delight into her brain.
Slowly, something starts to feel... Wrong. The heat within her rump is still pleasant, but the ache that she had forgot all about is coming back, slowly but surely. She can feel the stretch where his slowly slackening dick keeps her spread, and she groans out again. As the ache returns, so does the rest of her feelings. Her ears fold back, face flushing with shame at her own behaviour. How could she enjoy this? There must be something wrong with her. It's humiliating, shameful. She feels guilty. Could she have done something, anything, to stop him?
The minutes tick past, and the pleasure abates from Jacks mind as well. He feels how AJ have tensed up underneath him again, and he watches her ears folding back. With the lust sated, he feels ashamed of what he's done. He doesn't regret it, not entirely at least, but he feels ashamed for it. He gives her a last kiss to the neck and pulls away, a lewd sound escaping between them as he slides out from under her tail, and he shiver at the feeling. All of a sudden the barn seems... Colder.
She can feel him slip out, and as he does, small globs of his seed trickle out from her now violated rump. His cum. Inside of her. Jacks cum. It's hard for her to wrap her head around it. Around what's been done to her. She gives a shudder again just at the thought of it, and the feeling. Her mind blanches for a moment, did he say anything? “W'at?”
Jack winces at the resigned, hurt, tone he's answered with, but it's much too late to do anything about that. “I said 'thank you, for what it's worth',” he responds, but he only gives a hollow, muffled laugh in return. A laugh with no real cheer in it, it's nothing like her usual laughs. As a curtsey, he takes a towel he had prepared and dries her relatively clean, but when he does, he receives another glare from her. It's not as fierce as before however, as if some of the energy just isn't there for it.
It took a lot of effort just to glare at him like that. Her body is still tingling from the after-effects, even if it's now tainted by the circumstance. She turns her head away from him, hanging it low as she tries to make sense of it all. How could he do that? Why? Why did it feel so good and so bad at the same time? She comes to no conclusions. She looks up again in surprise as she feel the strap holding the bit in place loosen up and she quickly spits it out. “... Why?”
He can't answer her. Not when she looks at him like that. He hangs his head even as he leans down to untie her hooves. She flinches as he reach for her hind-legs, maybe thinking he'll tease her again? Either way, she doesn't move much as the ropes come off. He watches her move her legs, stretching them, trotting slowly in place. “There you go. And, I don't know.” he speak, barely above a whisper.
The look she gives him is full of reproach. The answer doesn't help at all. Was she just in the wrong place at the wrong time? Was she just taken as the 'first available mare'? Would he have taken just anyone if she hadn't been here? It almost hurts just thinking about it. She steps to him, raising one of her forelegs..
Jack watches a more steely look creep up on the orange mare and as she raises one hoof, he can't help but close his eyes and wince. He knows what's coming, he was expecting it all along. In pure strength and a fair fight, he doesn't stand a chance. Which is why he had to be sneaky to begin with.
Applejacks hoof swing through the air, impacting right on his cheek, sending him staggering back. It felt... Good. And at the same time it made her feel worse. There's still the impulse to just beat him, fight him as the worst timberwolf out there, but the very thought of it makes her feel ill again. The look of steel that was briefly on her face fades away, she feels vulnerable, dirty. She shudders lightly again, watching him regain his composure to reach up and rub his cheek. He looks regretful at least, he darn well should, after what he's done. But she can't look for long. She turns to leave again.
“I'm sorry.” she hear him say, making her stop for just a moment.
“Ah know.”
He watches her leave the barn, her tail firmly held down to hide herself from his view. His cheek hurts, but in the end, that was a lot less than what he expected. Unless Big Mac comes to finish him off that is. He takes in a deep breath and gets dressed. Busying himself with cleaning up. He's at least decent enough do the cleaning so that the Apples doesn't have to take care of it. It's something, right? Then all he have to do is to sit down and await the consequences, come what may. He deserves them.
Author's Note
Well, here we are. I hope you enjoyed reading this little story of mine.
I have the story marked as complete, but there is still room to work with, so if there's a lot of interest, I might add another chapter, if not, you'll just have to imagine what their fate will be.
I do acknowledge that the prose is pretty purple in this. It is, for the most part, meant to be. It's slow paced to give a sense of how AJ experiences it. When it's bad, it feels like it'll never end, and then when it starts to feel good, it reaches a conclusion pretty quickly, leaving her to feel even worse. Or at least that was my intent!
I realise this still falls into the "romanticising rape" category, but at least it's a little bit closer to the real thing. (Man, the real thing is depressing to read about and, for most people, not at all erotic.) But that's why this is fantasy, keeping it separate from the real thing is just a good idea!
Thanks for reading and if you spot any errors (of which I'm sure there are plenty), feel free to point the out in the comments! :)
