> How Cherry Blossomed
>  by Pillowfight
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> Horse of ill repute
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Sweet Apple Acres was a spot famous across Equestria, and folks came down to Ponyville with saddlebags bulging with bits just to pay a visit. Some arrived in the daytime, and left toting carts piled high with bushels of apples and barrels of cider, heading back to their home towns with a cargo more precious than gold. Others — all stallions, as it happened — arrived as evening fell, and stayed but a portion of an hour. These lucky males then stepped out the front door of the Apple family farmhouse with a spring in their step, seemingly having spent good bits on nothing more substantial than a lifted mood.

It wasn’t often that a customer for one of the businesses at Sweet Apple Acres encountered a customer for the other. But it happened most fortuitously late one night, as Cherry Jubilee was grumbling and nosing a barrel of cider back down the dirt road to Ponyville.

The quaint apple orchard on either side of the road was quite isolated, not a soul in sight or shouting distance, and the road itself was rough and dusty, scarred with the ruts of the cart Big Mac pulled daily between Ponyville and Sweet Apple Acres. Cherry was muttering some very unladylike opinions about the Apples she’d rather not be heard, when she heard strange hoofsteps striding up behind her and a voice calling out from near above.

“Ma’am?” The tall creature’s accent was strange, yet not totally unfamiliar. “Do you mind if I offer some help?”

Cherry startled and looked back at the... what were they called, “humans?” She’d heard of these visitors to Equestria, but there were right few of them, and most stuck close to Canterlot. Her home town of Dodge Junction had featured none. Nor, as far as she’d known, did any humans call Ponyville their home.

Cherry’s eyes travelled up the tall and alien biped, appreciating him more with every moment. A bit like a minotaur he was overall, but less slapped together. A handsome ape, dressed in fine country clothes after the fashion of his own race: boots dusty with the soil of the road, canvas jeans belted with a prominent silver buckle, a well muscled barrel beneath his flannel shirt, and a string tie knotted elegantly around his powerful neck. Cherry finally completed her journey by contemplating the human’s face, admiring his twinkling brown eyes, his smile, and — the cherry on top, as it were — two slender fingers pinching the brim of his hat and offering a courteous tip in her direction.

“I can carry that barrel for you, ma’am, it’s no trouble,” the human prompted. He was seemingly used to being ogled by ponies who lost their faculties of conversation once they saw him. “Please, allow me.”

Well, ain’t that awful nice? Cherry thought to herself. He may be a stranger to Equestria, but he knows how to treat a lady... unlike some! “I’d be greatly obliged, good sir,” she murmured, returning his smile.

“A lady like you shouldn’t be out so late,” the human opined. He effortlessly lifted the barrel of cider, hoisting it over one shoulder without so much as a grunt of exertion. “Let alone having to handle this huge thing all by yourself. Where are Big Mac’s manners? I see him make deliveries into Ponyville most every day, and I know he wouldn’t pass up the chance to help such a lovely mare as yourself.”

“Well, ain’t you the sweetest thang.” Cherry drawled. This human boy seems to know the town. Strong, too... what’s he doing on the road? “Charmed to make your acquaintance, the name is Cherry Jubilee, and you?”

“Oh, just call me John.” The human chuckled as he let the weight of the full barrel of cider shift across his broad shoulder. “Applejack called me ‘Johnny’ once, but can’t say as I care for that too much.”

“Ah,” Cherry muttered, the gears in her mind turning furiously. He spent the evening with Applejack! ‘John,’ indeed!

“The Apples and I ain’t seen eye to eye, ever since I moved to Ponyville,” Cherry admitted. “They’ll sell me cider, but only at night, and I must needs roll it home myself. Why, I reckon they see me as the competition!”

“They can be a stubborn family, and none too fond of other fruits, I hear,” John agreed. “By your cutie mark, I take it you sell cherries?”

“I’ve sold one or two in my day,” Cherry Jubilee admitted, “but I ran out of that stock yairs ago, if you catch my meaning.”

“I see,” John spoke thoughtfully. “You’re Applejack’s competition.” His powerful brown eyes looked over Cherry again, with an almost appraising look. Again his eyes dropped to the cherry cutie mark that peeked out beneath that frilly dress... and to the large, if hardly youthful, flank it decorated!

Let’s see if I can work this... Cherry thought to herself. Any of my gals would be happy to have him as a “customer,” but how can I get him away from that darn Applejack? He seems a sensible sort, so perhaps he’ll take to a little business talk.

“I used to put down in Dodge Junction,” Cherry revealed, “but it got a mite too ‘civilized,’ shall we say. The business I’m in requires flexibility and understanding from the law. Cain’t say I appreciate moralistic bluemuzzles coming in, with their outdated opinions of how mares ought to earn bits, and how stallions should be allowed to spend them. As far as I’m concerned, between consenting adults, it’s strictly laissez faire.”

“I’m none too familiar with them legal terms,” John nodded, “but I reckon I agree with you. Be a mite inconsistent if I tried to take the high and mighty road. Of course, a little inconsistency never did stop a man before.” Smiling lightly, the human began a reminiscence from his past. “I knew a preacher once who’d clutch his Bible of a Sunday morning and rail against the very ladies he’d been enjoying not two hours past! Why, them professional sinners was all sitting in the front pew with his seed running down their legs, and everyone knew it!”

Cherry chuckled along, knowing well the hypocrisies of the loud and powerful. “As a businessmare, I confess to an idle curiousity,” she asked John. “What’s the going rate for a roll in the hay with Applejack?”

“Well,” John hedged, “I hope I won’t reveal any feminine secrets by saying AJ and I agreed a sum of 15 bits is more than fair.”

Well, well! A big spender! I cain’t get him on quality, but I can beat that price. “And, if I may inquire a bit further, what exactly do you get for ya’lls 15 bits? Call it market research.”

“Well, I get Applejack,” John admitted with an adorable, coltish blush. “Not in no hay, like you said, but on a soft bed, and in a lovely dress like the one you’re wearing now.” John paused to appreciate the older mare’s frilly garb. In truth, this was only Cherry’s “going out to roll a barrel of cider over a dirt road for hours” dress, but it did feel nice to be looked at! Why, it seemed as if years had passed since a stallion had eyed her with such hunger behind his smile!

“After we finish, she draws a hot bath and scrubs me down,” John continued, “and we usually go another round in the bath. Or she’ll just give me a BJ, if she’s feeling tired.”

“I-if Applejack is feeling tired?” Cherry Jubilee whinnied nervously and shied away from the large, seemingly insatiable biped.

“Well, sure.” John shrugged. “Classy ladies like Applejack are delicate little angels. Just one can’t be expected to completely satisfy a guy. Once in Edmonton, back on Earth, I paid for three women, all night long.” The human smiled wide. “Best I’ve ever felt!”

“And, erm, what happens after ya‘ll’s bath?” Cherry interrupted John’s reverie even as she sank into her own, thinking of the human’s tall form emerging from a white clawed tub, water running down his bare chest like delicious sweat, his undoubtedly huge cock already swelling once again...

“Not much worth mentioning,” John recalled. “I settle my account with Granny Smith, and I walk back home to clear my head. Ain’t usually got no company on the way, though.”

John yawned and stretched his arms. “Yeah, tonight’s been real nice, but I’m starting to feel ready again. I reckon I’ll end up spending myself into a rag once or twice, before I can get to sleep.” Hearing what he’d just blurted out, the human chuckled and turned away, trying to hide his embarrassed smile.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but talking with you comes so easy, I just about forget you’re a girl! I imagine in your business you hear quite enough about males and their needs.”

I wouldn’t mind hearing a little more from this male! Cherry thought. “How long have you been, erm, ‘seeing’ Applejack like this?” she asked.

“Oh, every night for two weeks now, I’d say. Ever since I came over to Ponyville and started at the mill.” The human thought back to the early days of his arrival in Equestria. “That first day, I counted up my pay packet and asked the guys where I could find a good lay. They all said AJ serves up the finest marehood in town.” With a wry smile, the human once again deferentially tipped his hat. “No offence to you or your business, ma’am, but that’s what they said.”

“And you do this every night? At 15 bits a night?”

“Just about.” John scratched the back of his neck. “Last Friday night I paid extra for the ‘marefriend experience.’ Sleeping overnight, breakfast in bed, kissing... all that good stuff. That was a good ’un.”

With a sigh, the human looked up at the night sky. “AJ knows how to makes a guy feel, well, not quite so lonely. Earth seems mighty far away out here... even further than Dodge Junction, if I might be so bold.”

“John, may I offer some sincere advice?” Cherry Jubilee spoke thoughtfully. “Not as a businessmare, but as a friend?”

John chuckled. “I know, I know.” He waved his powerful hand dismissively, still keeping the other firmly clasped against the sloshing barrel of cider. “I’m spending too much on girls, and ain’t saving as much as a feller ought to. I’m still young, though, and Mr. Broadbeam says there might be a promotion for me at the mill, before too long.”

“That ain’t but half of what I have to tell you,” Cherry Jubilee stated firmly. “If you was married to Applejack, I’d say you was oversexed. I’d tell you to give your poor wife a break, and come see my gals once in a while. But you ain’t married to her, and ain’t never gonna be. If Applejack does settle down, which don’t seem likely, I reckon it’ll be with another mare.”

For the first time, John seemed surprised, and even shocked. “A-another mare? Why, that ain’t natural!”

“I’m simply stating facts, John. Take them or leave them, but notice where your pay packet’s going. You’re on your way to support the Apple family to the lively tune of 450 bits each and every moon. Now, that’s mighty generous — more than some stallions bring home to their wives. But Applejack ain’t your wife, she don’t love you, and she ain’t even finishing the job. What the heck are you paying her for? You might as well save yourself the walk, and stop by my place instead — or head to Sugarcube Corner for one of Mrs. Cake’s 5 bit quickies.”

“Mrs. Cake?” John burst out. “She... but... I mean... golly, she’s a mother! Two little foals she’s got!”

Why, this human feller’s as naive as they come... “Foals need to eat, John, just like the rest of us. Mrs. Cake’s horny little holes put food on the table, and bless her for it. Celestia knows there’s enough stiff cocks in Ponyville for any mare who wants to earn an honest bit making ’em go limp.”

“B-but ain’t her husband ashamed? How can he show his face?”

“What’s to be ashamed of?” Cherry asked quizzically. “Why, Mr. Cake’s proud, John. Proud that other stallions can see the beauty in the mare he married. Proud that they’ll part with their hard earned bits just to feel the smallest share of the love he shares with her.”

“Well, I never,” John muttered, working his stubbled chin with his free hand. “A man proud because his wife... Equestria’s a mighty strange place, alright!”

Cherry cleared her throat and began her sales pitch. “Now, John, once your head’s done reeling, I’d like to put a business proposition to you. When you consider my offer, keep in mind that you’re on the path to spend 450 bits at Sweet Apple Acres, each and every moon.”

“I suppose I am... Sounds like a mighty big sum, when you add it all up like that.”

“It’s dreadful big, but I aim to make sure you get your money’s worth.” Cherry Jubilee smiled gently, her merchant’s instinct tingling. “Supposing you take just 400 of those bits and spend them at my humble establishment instead. Four hundred up front, the first of every month, just like paying your rent. You’ll save money, and we’ll set up sort of a... subscription for you.”

“Subscription, eh? Like some kinda magazine?”

“This will be much better than any magazine you might buy, John. Your 400 bits will give you unlimited access to the mares at my ‘boarding house.’ All of my girls will be yours, so long as they ain’t with another customer. Stay polite and behave yourself, and you can have any and all of them, as often as you want — during business hours, of course.”

“Well, I... golly!” Something much like a lead pipe stuffed down John’s trousers began to twitch, and Cherry Jubilee’s nose detected the distinct scent of a stallion’s burning arousal... a scent that meant BITS! for the business savvy mare. “But what’s in it for you?” the human asked her.

“Your 400 bits are what’s in it for me, John. That many bits makes a mighty large pile, and getting it from you makes it all reliable, like. The business I’m in can be ‘cum and go,’ as they say. Having regular customers makes me happy, cause I know I can pay my gals’ salaries each month. And you’ll get to enjoy a different cunt — pardon me, ‘marehood’ — every time you can get it up.”

The human seemed understandably moved at the idea of finally feeling his raging erection go limp with satisfaction. Yet he couldn’t escape the idea that this offer was too good to be true! “Erm, are you sure you realize what you’re saying?” he stuttered. “All the mares I want? As many times as I want?”

“I mean every word of what I said. My girls ain’t shy, not at all. Why, if you even think of making love to your hand from now on, I reckon you’ll find a wet mouth on your cock before you can say ‘Elements of Harmony.’”

John stumbled over the unfamiliar words. “Elements of—”

“Slurp! That quick, John.” Cherry blushed as she realized that she had actually lunged her drooling muzzle towards the bulge in the human’s canvas trousers. The oddly shaped, enormous bulge!  Her lips hadn’t touched him, through that thick fabric... but she wanted them to! Oh, how she longed to be the lucky mare who sucked that monster dry!

The human scratched his head through his hat. “Well now, I’d be a liar if I said that ain’t got a mighty appeal... but what about Applejack?”

“Applejack will be fine.” Cherry Jubilee waved a hoof dismissively. “Did you ever wonder who taught her the ‘business’ in the first place? It was me!”

“Oh, lands sakes! Is that the honest truth?”

“Eeyup, back in Dodge Junction a few yairs back. I helped her through some trouble, and set her on the right path. Now she’s doing better than I am. Much better, if I’m honest. I could really use those 400 bits every month, John. Why, my pegasus gal is working two jobs... I think some of the others are even eyeing the exits!

“I certainly wouldn’t want an upstanding businessmare like you going bankrupt,” John admitted. “And a mare working two jobs, just to eat... what kind of a man would I be if I let that happen?”

“That’s the spirit. Now, it’s about a mile yet to my boarding house, the Cherry Hill Ranch. That’ll give you time to mull it over and consider the advantages. You’ll need to come inside to deliver that cider, and that’ll be your chance to meet the girls... at least the ones who ain’t currently ‘occupied.’ You’ll see that I hire beautiful mares and treat them real nice. They all get good wages and regular checkups, with time off and a retirement plan to boot.”

“R-retirement plan?”

“Well, sure, shug. If a stallion takes a shine to one of my girls, and he’s got the wherewithal to support her, I don’t mind putting her on an ‘exclusive contract,’ if you get my drift. I’ll even pay for the wedding!” Cherry Jubilee slyly dug a hoof into John’s leg, only to find herself quivering in her horseshoes at the feel of his powerful muscles. “Why, the way you earn at that mill job, you could be standing in front of the Mayor before long, saying ‘I do’ to some lovely young mare who knows exactly what you want in bed.”

“Well, golly gee!” John mused. “Little old me, with a pretty pony wife to call my own...”

“Think of this as an investment in your future. A gilt edged investment it is, and one you won’t find at Sweet Apple Acres. Come on, John: you and me, working together to make a better future for the both of us.”

John smiled, his decision seemingly already made. Through his jeans he lightly patted the solid length of meat that ran down his leg. “These trousers can’t hold no secrets, ma’am,” he confessed. “It’s obvious you’ve got me stiff and ready once again, with your sexy voice and your fancy talk about tender marehoods a-plenty. So, if it ain’t too forward to ask, what say we begin this partnership with me lifting your skirts and slipping into your marehood?”

Under other circumstances, I wouldn’t say no! Cherry thought to herself. Outwardly, she summoned a blush and waved a dismissive hoof. “John, my good sir,” she tittered, “I’d love to try you on for size, but you’ve got quite the wrong idea. I am the proprietor of the Cherry Hill Ranch, not an item of the merchandise.”

W-wait... I didn’t say no! Cherry suddenly realized. I said I’d love to!

John looked down and winked in the moonlight, a twinkle in his eye. “Correct me if I’m wrong, Miss Jubilee, but if I’m to join your newfangled subscription scheme, then every time I bed one of your girls it won’t cost me nothing extra.”

“Then you can see the considerable advantages,” Cherry’s voice rattled excitedly, “especially for a virile stallion like—”

“Which means, each time you do me the honour of taking care of me personally, your busy girls can be spending time with some other stallion who pays by the nut — which comes out to more money for you.”

“I suppose that logic cain’t be faulted,” Cherry admitted. “But I repeat, I am a madam, not a whorse.”

“And I respect that,” John nodded. “Respect it mightily. But what’s a whorse, Miss Jubilee?  Some say it’s a woman who gives out her love for money — but ain’t one bit moved between us yet. Some say it’s a gal who does her business in a brothel, but I don’t see no brothel round here, do you?

“N-no, it’s over the ridge...” Cherry admitted.

“Exactly. We’re outside and alone under Luna’s bright moon, where romance blooms. Finally, some shameful devils say a whorse is a lady who’s had so many lovers that the physical deed has lost its excitement — but that ain’t you either, is it?”

“I—I thought it was,” Cherry Jubilee confessed. “But no, that ain’t me... not tonight, anyways. N-not under Luna’s moon, not with you.”

“Well, now, Miss Jubilee.” The human stooped at the side of the road, set Cherry’s cider barrel down and rolled it against a nearby tree. “I consider the issue good and settled. Unless you object, I’d like to lay you atop this here barrel for some extra height, and bed you right here on the side of this here road.”

At this kinky proposition, Cherry Jubilee’s poor unloved pussy let out a wet and dribbling wink that watered the dusty road and seemed to echo through the night. The best sex of her life had been with a minotaur, and John was more handsome, better mannered, taller and bigger than any minotaur she’d seen. The carefree filly who’d seduced that minotaur was long gone, her flawless face subdued by a beauty mark and worry lines, her pert body fleshed out beneath a layer of fat. But tonight, fortune had smiled upon this middle aged mare — why couldn’t she accept this impossible gift?

Finding her voice, Cherry stuttered as John scooped a mound of dirt to stop the cider barrel rolling away. “J-John, by my soul, you’re powerful handsome, but... I’ve never lain with a human, I-I wouldn’t know—”

John flashed a naughty smile that made Cherry Jubilee wink again. “You want to see what you’re working with, is that it?” he surmised. “Well, fair’s fair. I’ve seen enough of your sweet teardrop, the way you keep that lovely flyswatter of yours at the perfect stallion-teasing height.”

Cherry gasped and looked back at her own plot to see that her tail was fully flagged, raising her billowing skirts, exposing the full roundness of her rump and the wet strings of mess between her thighs. She’d been showing this entire time, like a horny schoolfilly! No wonder John was so big!

So very, VERY big...

John wiped his palms on his trousers, then unbuckled his belt and swiftly undid his fly. Businesslike, as if standing before a urinal, he tugged his trousers past his hips. Then from out of the cotton garment beneath he HOISTED that thick, solid column of mare-pleasure!

Cherry Jubilee whinnied involuntarily as her first glimpse of human cock was forever seared into her mind, providing her with a delicious memory that she would recall from now on whenever she closed her eyes. John’s stallionhood seemed to be all shaft, no sheath. There wasn’t a medial ring to be seen, yet the length was covered with veins that were so thick they would feel like exciting bumps and ridges inside her. The head had the girth and shape of an Appleloosa cactus, with the taut and perfect smoothness of cherry skin. His balls were still in his underwear, but she could sense their round fullness as they shifted behind the cloth. A drop of silver liquid at the very tip of that engorged spear of meat gleamed in the moonlight like a diamond.

This was the beast which had conquered Applejack, that unfailing destroyer of dicks!  Twice tonight, Ponyville’s foremost courtesan had drained this monster, and still it roared and twitched! What hope had poor, used up Cherry Jubilee? It was best simply to surrender, to serve...

“Ah, nice to let him breathe.” John held the head of his cock in one palm, bouncing it lightly up and down. The drop of precum nestled in the tip of that crown beaded and began to slowly descend towards the dirt like a spider descending from its web. 

I want to suck it! Cherry thought — I must suck it! In a lifetime of skilful fellatio, the urge to succumb to the blissful feeling of cock in her mouth had never been stronger. Her lips would stretch over that mighty flare, that string of delicious pre would nestle on her curled tongue, seducing her taste buds. She would make it good for him, she would deepthroat as much of his length as she could, fondle his balls with the frog of a hoof and drink John’s cum until her belly swelled.

The human would be proud of her, so proud that he’d keep her for himself! He wouldn’t want any of her girls! He’d think he would, he’d pay Cherry a fortune to have them at his beck and call like a Zebrican harem, but when it came time to take a mare to bed, John’s powerful hand would quiver and he’d always point at her...

Cherry Jubilee’s fantasy was dispelled as she realized John was still talking. What’s more, John was discussing Cherry’s favourite subject of all — his own penis! The chastened mare strained to listen, hoping to find out something about the human’s preferences and wishes.

“Now, I’m afraid my friend ain’t much of a gentleman,” John was saying, “but he would very much appreciate it if you would settle yourself over that barrel and keep your pretty tail reaching for the stars.”

B-but I wanted to suck! whined part of Cherry Jubilee’s brain. Yet a much larger, and more primal part held full control of her body. She practically scampered atop the barrel of cider she’d been pushing when she met John. Her silly needs for mouthfuls of human cock didn’t matter, because John required pussy. Submission meant obedience above all. If Cherry was good, if her human master felt she was worthy, he would reward her by slapping his undiminished marebreaker against her muzzle and allowing her to serve again.

She grasped the cider barrel, and hiked her hips. She shook her mature butt and wiggled her tail alluringly. Such actions felt good, and right. Cherry Jubilee’s reward was a firm hand on her cushy plot, and the heavenly feel of John’s nether flesh on hers. She was so close to fulfillment! Yet as the burning hot head of his cock rubbed against her vulva, she bit her lip and one last bit of shameful dignity flared up like the embers of a dying fire.

“John, you must believe me, I ain’t a whorse no more,” she nearly sobbed.

“Of course you ain’t, ma’am,” John agreed gently, “but I only know the one way of fucking, so I fear I will be treating you like one.”

She came before he even fit it in. The firm grip of his hands on her plot, the insistent spreading of her lips by the wedge of his head, the gentle touch and the feelings of once again being with a stallion who cared for her enough to ruin her. It was all too much — like some tale of wild romance, like the life she’d once had, so long ago...

“Aaaagggh!” she cried out, her high pitched yelp ending in a cute little squeak. The shudders of her maregasm gave John the extra space he needed to slowly push himself inside her. Inch after clit scraping, cunt widening, pleasure giving inch. He began to thrust, back and forth, gently, yet insistently, never letting her think he would leave any bit of her insides untouched. John had made his decision, and Cherry Jubilee was properly a sheath for human cock.

Sometimes the mass plunging inside her felt too big, like giving birth in reverse, yet John never went too far or too fast. With tender caresses of his thumbs upon her plot, this young, hung stud was treating the experienced madam like a fragile filly on her first date... and Cherry Jubilee was loving it! His length reached deep inside her, unlocking emotions she’d kept bottled up for years. She’d grown bored and jaded, as only a retired whorse can be... but was this merely a reawakening of her natural lust? Or was Cherry discovering that sex had never been as good as it could have been, with a kind and powerful human lover?

“There we go,” John whispered as he sank ever deeper into her. “There we are, there’s a good mare.” His voice was deep and sweet like molasses, and it comforted and calmed her on a subconscious level. Cherry had heard of this gentle brand of human magic before: John had learned these soothing tones while working with the distinctly un-sapient equines of Earth. (Though most likely as he guided them to food or to the hitching post, not while he stuffed them with cock!) Nothing could go wrong, with John in charge... only joy and happiness were in store for Cherry Jubilee this night!

“Deep breaths, now. Focus on your own feminine pleasure,” John’s voice ordered. It was impossible to disobey a male who spoke like this, even if Cherry had wished to balk at such a luscious command. “Don’t you worry bout me none. I’m a simple man, all I need is a wet hole to stroke and cum in. Wet, and tight... oh, Miss Jubilee, you are something else — unnnf!”

Both man and mare let out a gasp simultaneously as the head of John’s cock pressed insistently against Cherry Jubilee’s puckered cervix. Was he really so far inside her? Why, his cock must be visible beneath her barrel, as a huge bulge in her belly!

Alas, Cherry, mused, the fun time was surely over now. The merest kiss of an earth pony’s cervix never failed to trigger a stallion’s primitive breeding instinct. The result was a guaranteed instant orgasm which ensured that the best hung stallions actually performed worst in bed. Such was the cruel irony of earth pony magic, yet it was one that balanced the sexual scales somewhat, ensuring that less endowed stallions were never overlooked by the mares of Equestria’s thirstiest tribe.

Yet instead of a quick gushing of sperm, Cherry’s disappointed reverie was broken by John’s insistent whisper. “If you’ll pardon me, ma’am, I’ll just slip into your womb right quick. Don’t you worry none, AJ always loves this part.”

John wasn’t cumming! He wasn’t even close! Seemingly resistant to the natural magic of Cherry’s earth pony body, the human was simply pushing further forward — as it seemed he’d done with the even more magical Applejack! With a deep male groan, he pressed that oddly shaped head past her eagerly yawning cervix, only to find Cherry’s innermost ring of muscle closing around him, squeezing hungrily upon his shaft as he began to gently fuck himself in and out of her womb.

Cherry screamed her lungs ragged with pleasure as John finally hilted his vastness inside her and the joyous punishment of her insides picked up speed. The second maregasm spiralled through her body, and when the ringing of blood in her ears and the thumping of her heart quieted like the eye of a hurricane, she heard John’s gentle voice once again. Amazingly, he still hadn’t climaxed! He was still stiff, still pumping impossibly deep within her.

“Your cervix gives mighty good head, ma’am,” he complimented her. “I daresay there was once a French hooker down in Missoula who sucked me off nearly as good, but that’s apples and oranges, ain’t it?”

How was this possible? Earth pony magic aside, Equestria’s most vigorous stallions inevitably sprayed their goo, went floppy and retreated into their sheaths within a minute at most. True, John was technically no stallion, but even Cherry’s minotaur lover had lost control long before this! If any other male had failed to cum inside her by now, she would have worried that her cunt was finally used up, her once prized marehood no longer a tool of pleasure. Yet John was different. John would cum when he was good and ready. When he was done making use of her.

His thrusts filled her, then his pulling out denied her. Throughout it all, new pleasures consumed her. Against this anonymous tree halfway between Sweet Apple Acres and her home, Cherry Jubilee was rejuvenated from a tired old nag into a once more lustful and eager mare. As the years of loneliness lifted from her shoulders, she felt once again the carefree life she’d known in Dodge City...

A society mare of sorts she’d been, wandering the town with a fine hat and twirling a charming parasol. She was desired by grizzled magicslingers and otherwise honest sheriffs, craved by henpecked shopkeeps and their domineering wives, yet available for purchase only by the wealthiest and most sophisticated. The best parts of that past now came pouring back, and it was John who brought it all back, brought it back with the torrent of his desire for her — not to mention his invincible dick!

Above her, the human stud panted and snorted with every thrust like the raging minotaur he was. “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but I can’t last!” he burst out. “Y-you’re just so wonderful! I’m gonna cum!”

You cain’t last? Cherry thought as a third maregasm obliterated her conscious mind. At the very peak of her pleasure she startled and remembered a horrible fact. “Wait! John, WAIT!” she screamed. “I ain’t taken no potion, you gotta pull out!”

“SHIT, ma’am, you really ain’t no whorse! You shoulda said something earlier!” Desperately John yanked his shaft from out of her, popping the head past her throbbing cervix, racing his hips against the powerful beam of semen Cherry already felt running up the centre of the meat.

Would he pull out in time?  Some part of Cherry — every bit of Cherry except the utmost tip of her consciousness — wanted him to fail. Wanted to feel that life giving seed rushing deep inside her, to feel her belly swell with the foal of this creature she’d just met, to see the look of love on his face as he realized he’d just become a father. Then she could pledge herself to John, forever and—

“UNNNGH!” John screamed as his knot-like head tugged free of Cherry Jubilee’s clinging labia, shattering the night with a bestial yell more fit for the depths of the Everfree Forest than Equestria’s civilized roads. Cherry felt a vast jet of warm goo land directly on her back, like a warm snowdrift dropping from the eave of a roof. She sighed with relief and disappointment, and rolled onto her back, her teats jiggling, only to catch sight of John working that vast shaft with both hands. He humped his hips forward, as a second jet of semen erupted from his urethral slit like a magical spell going off in her face. The rocket of sperm flew up the length of her body to splatter across her muzzle. Cherry’s long tongue involuntarily darted from her mouth, instantly becoming hooked on the salty thickness of human foal-batter.

John’s shaft dripped with Cherry’s fluids as he furiously worked his hands up and down, bringing forth more human cum with each pump. One spurt hit her muzzle, two more flew into her eagerly open mouth, then a final half dozen soiled and matted the front of her lacey petticoats, each gush progressing further and further down her barrel as Cherry struggled to swallow that first sloshing mouthful. As John’s senses slowly returned, he shook the last few drops of his seed upon the ground, not wanting to make more of a mess than he already had.

“Gol damn, Miss Jubilee, that was close!” The human reached for his hat, which had tumbled to the dirt as he pounded Cherry against the cider barrel. “We’re lucky AJ took most of it out of me!”

“I cain’t believe th-that was your third climax!”

John nodded, wheezing loudly, squatting with his hands upon his knees. “I’m real sorry bout the mess,” he groaned, “but you don’t want one drop of that stuff inside you if you ain’t on no potion!”

Cherry eagerly slid off the barrel of cider, her eyes on the juicy, dripping head of John’s prick. “Please, John, let me clean you up,” she urged. Her mouth hungrily sealed itself upon the fat head, tasting their mixture of juices, and she began to lightly suck him clean.

The joy of human cock in her mouth filled Cherry with contentment like that of a foal on the teat, and John’s dick twitched delightfully against Cherry’s tongue. Her nostrils widened to take in the heavenly aroma: a mixture of her own juices, cooling sperm and freshly churned pre that dribbled out from the already restiffening pipe. It was if her mareish tastes were made to sample this salty ambrosia! Oh, she could drink from him forever... but then his cruel hand pushed her away!

“Miss Jubilee,” John panted, “I can’t say nothing against your attentions, but only as I’ve got every one of a stallion’s weaknesses, and my own besides. If you keep that up, you’re like to bring me off again, and make yourself an even bigger mess. I beg you, let’s head to your boarding house and get you cleaned up. Then we’ll see about round four.”

“V-very well, sir,” Cherry Jubilee stated primly, forcing her lips and tongue to part from Equestria’s most addictive salt lick. She gazed lustfully at the reluctant buckling of flesh as John forced his wet and persistent stiffy back into his jeans. “The customer is always right, after all. If you’d be so good as to let me rest my hooves a bit—whoa!”

Rest was the last thing on John’s mind! With a grunt he picked up the cider barrel and positioned it on his right wither. Then he carefully scooped up Cherry Jubilee herself with his free hand, comfortably positioning her body against his, holding by the plot as she sprawled over his wither in an orgasmic daze, her muzzle dangling down his muscular back and her conquered rump sticking up rudely in the centre of an utterly soiled dress.

“We’ll get there much faster with me carrying you,” John explained. “We can’t have no early risers seeing you covered in human goo, and starting up their gossip. Oh, I forgot to ask the most important thing — are you comfortable up here?”

“Ever so comfortable, John. But I’d be a bit better off if you’d move your finger—oooh, just there!”

The human male laughed and obediently pressed one of his fingers between Cherry’s hind legs, pressing against her swampy slit, sliding into her oh so slightly. As she moaned, John impulsively turned his head towards his lover and planted a gentle peck on the cutie mark atop her bare and pudgy flank. How romantic, our first kiss... she thought dreamily.

Satisfied that Cherry’s needs were met, the human resumed his long stride, carrying his earth pony lover towards her boarding house with unheard of speed. His body jostled with each step, pumping his finger in and out of her like a cock no smaller than some stallions she’d taken. Clinging to John’s body, her quivering marehood squeezing upon his masterful digit, Cherry Jubilee let out a sigh of contentment. Just hours ago, her personal life and her business prospects had been in the dumps, but now both were finally looking up. My girls will never quit their jobs, she thought to herself, so long as they have this generous stud to look after!

I’ll just have to make sure he always has something left over for me...
> Westward hoes!
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John strode silently down the dirt road towards Ponyville, carrying Cherry Jubilee and her barrel of cider towards the boarding house Cherry called both home and office. Despite his power and confidence, something seemed to be bothering the human, but the freshly fucked and cum-soaked mare was still inhabiting a pleasant daze, and contented herself with the feeling of his finger in her slit, allowing him to speak in his own time.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry if I was too rough, back there,” he confessed at last, with a gentle pat that set Cherry’s plot a-jiggle. “Sometimes I don’t know my own strength.”

“Oh, no, not at all,” Cherry stuttered from her perch on the human’s muscular wither. “I-I rather enjoyed it, truth be told.”  As if her several quivering maregasms, and the arousal she still oozed onto John’s thick finger, weren’t indisputable evidence of just such enjoyment! “Seeing as I surround myself with beautiful young mares, it’s been a good while since a stallion bothered to cast a hungry eye at me.”

John laughed deep in his powerful chest, sending rumbles through Cherry’s body. “Inside that boarding house of yours, I expect you carry yourself all prim and officious, like Granny Smith,” he speculated. “‘Good evening, sir, good to see you, room two, please.’” The human gazed over at the pleasured equine flung over his shoulder and sighed lustfully. “I’m glad I met you in the moonlight instead. By golly, out here you’re a woman. The sort of woman who needs a strong man, a man who’s not afraid to...”  John’s voice trailed off, then sounded forth with passion. “To give you his whole heart!  There, I said it, and I ain’t sorry.”

As John reckoned with the strength of his blurted words, Cherry Jubilee found herself patting her moistened eyes with the only clean edge of her delicate lace hoofkerchief. “Please, John, I cain’t bear to hear such sentiments.”

“Oh, I’m dreadful sorry, Miss Jubilee. Just putting out what’s in my soul.”

“I fear I’ve heard it all before, and in rhyme. Many moons ago, back in Dodge Junction, I was courted by a striking zebra officer.”

“Zebras, eh? Heard of them creatures back on Earth, but can’t say I ever met one up close.”

“Oh, was he ever handsome!” Despite her story’s tragic ending, Cherry cracked a smile as she reminisced about her long gone lover. “Strong as well, and enormously well hung. Oh, my goodness, how he would claim me every which way!”

“An eager lover’s always a blessing,” John agreed, seemingly without jealousy. His possessive hand hardly tightened on her flank as he considered Cherry Jubilee’s sordid past, a past that had seen her used by males — and females! — of every race and description.

“So true,” Cherry agreed, “yet all too soon, my soldier’s duties called him back to his homeland. Why, he left me at the very altar!”

“No!” John burst out. “That no good bounder!”

The saddened mare shook her head, now trying to dispel the painful memory. “Either his body lies now on some faraway battle field, or his promises to me were nothing but poisoned weapons of conquest. No, John, you may save your words, however moving. Love has passed this old mare by.”

“Well, that’s a right shame, ma’am, to give up on life’s greatest light and hope,” John objected gently. “For me it’s always been the opposite: searching for love behind every corner, and none to be found.”

“Two sad souls on life’s journey,” Cherry mused, smiling at her young stud’s strange maturity.

“I suppose so. My Poppa, well... he wasn’t much for fatherly affection. Wasn’t much in any regard, forgive me for saying it. Chasing silver claims up and down the Yukon, always looking for the big score. Fantasizing about riches and wealth instead of honouring his duty to his wife and his son.”

“Sounds like he’d fit right in over at Dodge Junction,” Cherry Jubilee reflected sourly.

“And my poor Momma...” John fell silent and gestured as if about to remove his hat, before realizing that both of his hands were quite occupied. “She loved him, and it broke her. I worked odd jobs on the ranches, taking care of her, always staying close to home. One day, this quack of a unicorn doctor passed through town. I was so desperate to save Momma, I’d have paid anything for anything.”

John sighed at the painful memory. “Well, that damn potion of his was nothing but moonlight and moonshine, but I heard from his assistant there was good wages in Equestria for men willing to work hard. So after my Momma finally passed... welp, here I am. A lonely human, friendless in the land of friendship.”

“Not quite friendless.” Cherry Jubilee leaned against the human and nuzzled the back of his neck, browsing his short cropped mane with her lips.

The human turned away with a pained smile. “Forgive me, Miss Jubilee, but I ain’t quite as dumb as I look. Your speech about Applejack shook me awake from a right pretty dream. You look sweet in that dress, you felt divine on my cock, and it ain’t such a bad feeling just holding you on my shoulder. But I believe all the time you’ve had your lovely eyes on my poor old wallet.”

“That I certainly have,” Cherry chuckled. From her position she could see that wallet in the back pocket of John’s jeans, bobbing up and down against his firm biped plot with each stride. “But you lifted that barrel of cider before we knew each other, and that was the act of a friend. I shan’t be forgetting it soon.”

The welcoming lights of the Cherry Hill Ranch came into view as John walked over a ridge. Cherry Jubilee’s boarding house was a large building positioned just beyond the town line, outside the jurisdiction of Ponyville’s constables — who nonetheless paid regular visits for “inspections.” With its coat of fresh white paint and its neatly trimmed lawn, John had passed this establishment many times without ever suspecting the sensuous depravities available for purchase within — not to mention the captivating beauty of the mistress of the house!

The door creaked open before John’s nudging hip and he brought his two precious parcels into the grand drawing room. From a low stage the gentle sounds of a cello resounded across faded carpeting, as a grey earth pony stroked her bow across her resonant instrument. The bowtied mare raised an elegant eyebrow as John set down the spermy mess he’d made of Cherry Jubilee, but she said nothing.

“You must keep in mind, John, that Octavia is not one of my ‘girls,’” Cherry hastened to inform the human. He simply nodded, setting down the heavy barrel of cider behind a fancy cocktail bar. “She is only here to provide music.”

“And lovely music it is,” John smiled at the sophisticated cellist, receiving a curt nod in response. He rolled away an empty cider barrel from the bar and replaced it with the new one. With his task complete, he stretched his aching back and breathed out heavily, finally acknowledging the strain on his body of carrying both the massive weight of cider and a well fucked mare.

“Any other mare you may find here is yours for the claiming,” Cherry added. “Rest assured that Octavia will not speak of anythang she might see within these walls,” Cherry added with a glare at her fellow earth pony. Turning to the human, she gave a warm and nearly sincere smile of hospitality. “Ya’ll should feel free to relax and indulge yourself tonight, John. I trust you to pay me for the first month of your ‘subscription,’ once you have the bits.”

“Much obliged, ma’am.” John settled his body across a large and comfortable sofa near the stage where Octavia performed. Designed to hold two paying stallions and as many cuddling mares, it now seemed custom tailored to fit his own alicorn-like form.

“I reckon I can rest here for a spell.” John kicked his dusty boots up onto the sofa’s hoofrest, drawing a scowl from Octavia, and patted the ever present bulge in his trousers. “Much as my junior partner here may disagree, I think I can stand a few minutes without no heavenly marehood to sink into.”  Yet his eyes were drawn to a hallway that led to the back of the house. Four closed doors ran along its length, and beneath the sensuous drone of Octavia’s cello, John could make out moaning pants and loud cries of lust. This was the true music made at the Cherry Hill ranch, an endlessly shifting duet — or trio! — for stallion and mare.

“Very well, John.” Cherry Jubilee seemed accustomed to the rough manners of working class males, and never would have dreamed of scolding him for dirtying her furniture. “I will check in on you once I’ve changed into somethang more comfortable... and less drenched in your potent seed.”

As Cherry spoke, John’s eyes instantly flashed back to her, and he grinned lustfully. “If I may suggest, ma’am, I believe you’d look right pretty in something red and frilly.”

“Oh...” Cherry blushed like a schoolfilly at the human’s gentle suggestion. “Oh, goodness! Red and frilly... I’ll see what I can do for you!” Cherry climbed a set of wooden stairs to the upper floor of the building, muttering to herself and smiling. “There’s my old Winter Wrap-Up dress, but I ain’t worn that in yairs...” Octavia looked up oddly at her employer as Cherry disappeared into her private boudoir, then shrugged and resumed the strokes of her bow upon her instrument.

John slung a broad arm behind his head and sank into the sofa as his body relaxed. “Never could afford no symphony halls back on Earth,” he mused, “but this is real nice. Is Miss Jubilee treating you right, Miss Octavia?  Good pay, no complaints?” The grey earth pony simply nodded, and continued her playing. Yet there was a liveliness to her music now that she had an appreciative, if uneducated audience.

After a few minutes of calming music, one of the bedroom doors opened with a click, and out trotted a blue unicorn and a crosseyed grey pegasus. The two mares were escorting an earth pony stallion who took wobbling steps as he drunkenly groped both mares’ plots, first with one hoof, then another. The unicorn bore a clearly false smile across her muzzle, which her pegasus friend was trying to copy, with but little success.

“Oh, baby, that was some incredible sex!” the grey pegasus claimed, as if reading lines from a script. “Did you hear me moaning when I had my maregasm? It was totes believable!”

“Heh, heh...” the stallion grunted. “You know you love it, you sluts...”

“Indeed, it takes a true stud to satisfy The Great and Powerful Trixie!” The unicorn rolled her eyes and silently retched even as she praised this stallion’s virility to the skies. “Much less to take two mares to the heights of ecstasy!”

“You go right home, sir, and get some sleep,” the grey pegasus urged her client. “Tell the Mayor we said hello!” 

“No, don’t tell her anything!” the unicorn hissed as she practically shoved the sauced earth pony towards the front door of the Cherry Hill Ranch. “For Celestia’s sake, Derpy, learn to keep your big mouth shut!”

“I-I’m sorry, Trixie, but he is our customer, we should be nice.”

“I let him pop off in my pussy, that should be nice enough for anypony...” the unicorn grumbled.

With a belch, the drunken stallion stumbled past John’s sofa and pushed the front door open, disappearing into Ponyville’s early morning. John had to stifle a gasp as he recognized the slovenly, disgraceful sight. Why, that soused carouser was none other than Secret Ballot, the seemingly respectable husband of Mayor Mary Mare herself!

“Hrmph, and there’s the last of the cider gone, down that quickshot bastard’s gullet,” the unicorn mare grumbled, as the door closed behind her customer’s unwelcome form. “I guess it’s back to the hard liquor for The Great and Powerful—”

“No drinking on the job, Trixie,” Octavia interrupted the unicorn without missing a beat or a stroke of her bow. She gave the other two mares a nod in John’s direction. “You two have another customer waiting, and he expects a deluxe treatment.”

Both mares were nearly startled out of their sexy horseshoes as they noticed John shifting his body on the couch, peering at them from beneath the brim of his hat. The slowly softening bulge in his trousers stiffened right up and throbbed expectantly. Through his work on Earth’s ranches, John had become a fair judge of horseflesh, and it seemed he rated these two sapient specimens quite highly!

“Oh, wow...” murmured the grey pegasus, her eyes wide and one of her pupils bouncing about, seemingly without rhyme or reason. “T-Trixie, look at him! He’s so big and strong!”

The blue unicorn was not quite so impressed. “Ugh, what are you supposed to be, some kind of human?” she spat.

“That’s about the size of it, ma’am.” John tipped his hat in a familiar greeting. “The name is John, and as it happens, I’ve brought a fresh barrel of cider for you. I ran into your boss lady just outside Sweet Apple Acres, and helped her carry it over.”

“And what were you doing at Sweet Apple Acres, hrm?” the unicorn wanted to know. “Cavorting with Applejack, no doubt — when you could have been enjoying the unparalleled pleasures of The Great and Powerful Trixie!”

“Guilty as charged,” John admitted nervously, though without taking his eyes off Trixie’s lacey, gothic style dress and shapely blue flank. “Though I must say, that is an error I am eager to correct. So you’re Trixie, and you must be...”

The pudgy, cross eyed pegasus seemed to hide behind the slimmer body of the more experienced unicorn whorse. “Oh, my name is Muffins Ditzy Doo Hooves,” she peeped, “b-but everypony around town just calls me Derpy.”

“That ain’t very nice,” John objected. “Come here, Miss Muffins.” The pegasus trotted with hesitation towards the human’s outstretched hand, yet soon found herself thrilling to his touch on her mane. “Oh, goodness.”  John shook his head with wonderment as he gazed upon the pegasus’ features. “What a rare beauty you are. Why, a fellow could get lost in these eyes.”

“I-I just started working here at the Ranch,” Derpy confessed, shyly putting one hoof behind the other. “I never thought I’d have to do this, but I have a foal, and money’s so tight...”

“Cruel world, ain’t it?” John shook his head sadly. “Come up to whispering distance, and let me make it a little sweeter.”  Cupping the pegasus’ delicate ear in a palm, he leaned in and murmured: “You’re getting 10 bits extra from me tonight. From now on, you ain’t got to worry about feeding your foal, OK?”

“Th-thank you, sir!” Derpy chirped, her normal happy and bouncy mood restored. Leaning forward, she impulsively pecked the human on the lips. “I’ll fuck you real good tonight, you’ll see!”

Trixie gave a sour frown at the human’s vulnerability to a sob story. A mother selling her body for the sake of her hungry foal — why, it was the oldest tale in Equestria’s oldest profession! “Not that you asked, John,” she announced haughtily, “but Trixie is only sucking cocks in a brothel until her magic career takes off.”

John raised an eyebrow at this proposition. “Well now,” he suggested, “I reckon you can show me some of the magic, and some of the cocksucking, and I can tell you which one you oughta stick to.”

Trixie grunted with annoyance and ignited her horn, using her aura to grab the human’s tight fitting boots and pull them off his feet. Meanwhile, Derpy gripped the zipper of the human’s jeans between her teeth and tugged them down, working the canvas and cotton down his sturdy hips with her wings.

Trixie’s jaw dropped and her spell fizzled as she beheld the sheer size of the behemoth that sprang from John’s trousers when Derpy unleashed it. Derpy simply cooed lovingly at the alien sight, but Trixie whinnied and shied away from the angry beast! Covered in pulsing veins, that cock seemed like a monster from another world, come to Equestria for only one purpose — to turn the greatest and most powerful mares into submissive, disposable onaholes!

Unaccountably, Derpy felt no such apprehension. Her eyes were wide with excitement and she flapped up to drop upon John’s lap, practically pouncing on his cock and eagerly tasting its glistening length with her small pony tongue.

“Ooh, he’s a big boy, and he’s covered with marecum!” Derpy smiled up at John from her position atop his legs as she fastened her lips around the tip of his leaking cockhead and gave a tender suckle. “You must have made Applejack feel really good, sir!”

“Well, I ain’t one to boast,” John demurred. “You’d have to ask Applejack how she felt.”

I-it’s just a cock... the unicorn reminded herself. The Great and Powerful Trixie never loses to cocks! Trotting over to the duo on the couch, she carefully drew her tongue up John’s shaft, asserting her dominance, smacking her lips and trying to place the odd mixture of tastes. “This doesn’t taste like Applejack’s cum,” she observed sourly.

“Mmm, maybe cause his own stuff is on here, too! It tastes so good!” Derpy began lapping a spermy mess from a pool that had gathered between the human’s bulging balls, tasting not only his own seed but the carnal residues of the TWO mares he’d pleasured earlier that night!

Skeptically at first, Trixie joined her pegasus friend in worshipping her customer’s dick. Yet before long, she was involuntarily letting out light moans as her tongue touched John’s proud human flesh. The unicorn mage had a slight preference for her fellow females, and it had been a very long time since any sort of stallion made her feel this way!

John merely chuckled as if instant devotion to his dick were an everyday occurrence for him. He gently stroked the two mares’ manes and worked one foot against the other, at last kicking off the boot Trixie had half-removed from his long forgotten foot. All the while, Octavia played away on her cello, seemingly unaffected by the erotic sight unfolding before her.

Slowly working up John’s shaft as Derpy tended his balls, Trixie soon took control of his prickhead with her lips. Instantly a large pulse of precum spurted into her mouth, setting her tongue a-tingle with exotic flavours. Even this jaded whorse had to admit that there was something special about human cock... or at least, this human’s cock! Were all of Earth’s males so large, and addictive?

More research was surely required... Trixie wanted to explore each and every vein and wrinkle with her tongue. No — she wanted his huge palm to grip her head and FORCE her to swallow him, ramming her down his shaft til her lips touched Derpy’s in a perverted kiss! Why wouldn’t John take the hint? Oh, how Trixie longed to demonstrate the undisputable superiority of unicorn throats! Her untouched pussy winked out desperately as she haughtily teased John’s prick with magical strokes and firm, tongue twirling suction.

Yet even through her debts (so many debts!!) had compelled her to whorse herself out, Trixie remained Great and Powerful. She had her dignity, after all... and she also had Derpy to look after! Much as she longed to, Trixie couldn’t brutally throatfuck herself on this stupendous cock just to satisfy her own needs. If she didn’t set a good example for her trainee, that ditzy single mum was likely to forget that prostitution was only a job, and throw herself romantically at the first male capable of actually pleasuring her!

“Oh, these cute little pony mouths... this is just what I needed, girls.” John was truly relaxing now, sinking ever deeper into the cushy sofa, a dopey grin upon his handsome features as Derpy’s muzzle explored his heavy balls and Trixie’s lips frantically pulled bursts of precum from his leaking dome. These light flicks of oral pleasure were quite welcome after his strenuous workout with Applejack, not to mention giving Cherry Jubilee her long delayed plowing!

“Here, Derpy, give it a try,” Trixie volunteered, reluctantly releasing John’s tangy, mushroom shaped flare from her mouth. She gathered the cock in her aura and pressed its substantive weight against the smudged yellow lipstick on Derpy’s lips. “Just act like you’re swallowing, and let it slip down your throat. If you can handle this one, you won’t have a problem deepthroating anycreature!”

“Mmm... so yummy... I want it all inside me!” Derpy cheered, quite optimistically. The pegasus mare turned about to get a better angle in her attempt to slide John’s monstrous head further into her tiny mouth, presenting her pudgy rump to the human as she did. As those motherly moons came into reach, John couldn’t help but reach up between Derpy’s hind legs and stroke the little pink winker he saw twitching before him. “Eep!” Derpy squeaked.

“Hey, hooves off her!” her mentor snapped protectively. “She’s still in training!”

“No, it’s OK, Trixie,” Derpy stated quietly, gently mouthing the human’s prick, returning the pleasure he was sending into her body. “He’s being really gentle... ooh! His fingers are like magic!”

“Just trying to be a good customer, ma’am,” John explained. “I wouldn’t want to disgrace myself like that fellow you just tossed out. The way I see it, if a mare has to take up this line of work, she ought to be able to enjoy it, at least.”

“Hrm, a big talker, huh?” Trixie turned and flaunted her own magnificent flank, lifting her already flagged tail to its utmost. “Let’s see you handle a Great and Powerful marepussy!”

“Mmm, don’t mind if I do.” John agreed. Stretching his hands forward, he plunged thick index fingers into two hungry slits that clenched hungrily upon his girth. Sadly, these pussies were regularly disappointed even by full sized stallion cocks. This late at night, they would take whatever they could get! After gently stroking in and out a few times, John withdrew those wet and shiny digits, drawing thick strings of cuntsap out of two marehoods that weeped for joy. He used that precious pleasure fluid to polish winking clits, before pressing those hefty fingers back into warm, moist envelopes of pleasure.

“Hrmph, I’ve had better...” Trixie moaned over a jaw stretching mouthful of human testicle, as waves of passion surged through her slippery nethers. “B-but not from a s-stallion!”

“You are one silly mare, Trixie,” John chuckled. “Why worry if somepony else does it better? Let’s just enjoy what we’ve got right here and now.” The male kept up his gentle fingering as his appointed mares worked his meat ever more frantically, sucking and stroking for the salty treat that bubbled within those fat and sweaty balls. Occasionally John treated himself to a gentle grope of plush plot flesh, enjoying the very different charms of Trixie’s toned tushie and Derpy’s lingering pregnancy pudge.

Within minutes, all three happy creatures climaxed at once. Derpy squeaked, Trixie moaned and John bellowed, thrusting his hips between two tenderly kissing sets of lips. The human’s cock surged, spraying jets of white sperm high in the air, only to be caught in Trixie’s hovering magic field before they could soil Cherry Jubilee’s carpet. John’s dick batted back and forth, striking Derpy’s cheek, then Trixie’s, leaving damp and musky spots on their fur as the two mares moaned helplessly in the throes of their own pleasure.

“Oh, golly, that was terrific, girls...” John moaned and mumbled, shifting against the soft cushions of the couch, his breathing calming as his clenching balls eased, and fountains of sperm became silver spurts and dribbles. “Just... heavens, I never knew Ponyville held such delights!”

Trixie was the first of the three to recover from her climax. She carefully lowered the sloshing magical bubble that held John’s cumshot, then split the hefty load in half and hovered a blob of sticky white goo against Derpy’s lips. The pegasus drank hungrily of male seed, pressing her tongue into the magically assembled ball of semen as if Prench kissing it, slurping the cum down eagerly and savouring the taste.  Trixie smiled reluctantly and lifted the other cum-bubble to her own lips, sipping the male concoction as if she were taking afternoon tea with Princess Celestia herself. The taste of John’s nut was foreign to her tongue, yet fresh and undeniably delicious!

“Mmm, thanks, Trixie! This is my favourite bit!” Derpy cheered and licked her spermy lips. “Stallion cum is always so tasty... and they’re so happy when we take it out of them! Erm.. how do you think he’d like to do us next? D-do you think I’m ready to take something that big in my plot?”

Such questions were seemingly moot, as John had finally found the relief he needed to get himself in the mood for sleep. His eyes slowly closed as he lay upon the sofa. His rugged features softened, all thoughts of pony pounding lust seemingly forgotten, as he drifted into Luna’s world of dreams.

“Hrmph,” Trixie sniffed, poking at the human’s slowly shrinking meat with a hoof. “Trixie has had audiences fall asleep on her before, but this is insulting!”

“Awe, he looks like a little angel when he’s sleeping!” Derpy sighed. She gently gave the human another kiss, smearing a smudge of yellow lipstick on his cheek to match the ring her lips had left a few inches down his drooping dick. “Oh, he’s handsome, too, and so generous...”

Trixie rolled her eyes even as she took another sip of John’s scrumptious seed. It seemed that Derpy was every bit as sentimental as the males she found so easy to manipulate. When would she learn that stallions of any species could be relied on to provide only three things — foals, bits, and headaches!

Yet before the young mother could get too far in her seduction of the sleeping human, Derpy perked up their ears at the unfamiliar sound of high heels tapping down the wooden staircase from Cherry Jubilee’s private bedchamber. Both she and Trixie gawked upwards at the sight of their boss wearing an outfit they’d never seen before — the reddest and frilliest dress to be found this side of a Grand Galloping Gala!

Tailored for the wealthier and slimmer mare she’d been 20 years earlier, this luxurious dress did nothing to flatter Cherry’s aging body — yet she grinned and glowed with the aura of a lady whose ravenous lover can see no flaws. Cherry practically pranced downstairs on cherry coloured stilettos, impossibly high heeled horseshoes which gave her the extra height she would need to woo a male much taller than any stallion. She trotted through her drawing room with head held high, the tall red feathers on her fine hat swaying as she moved.

Cherry Jubilee brushed by John’s slumbering form, casting an appreciative glimpse at his softening yet still substantive stallionhood. “Excellent work, you two,” she remarked with a smile. “Now, go and fix your makeup for the next — oh, I do declare, he’s getting hard again!”

Indeed, John stirred violently in his sleep as he caught the scent of Cherry Jubilee’s refreshed and cherry-scented perfume. “Oh, Miss Jubilee...” he muttered, his breath quickening. His saliva soaked dick twitched and began to thicken, reversing its drooping and swiftly swelling back to its fully tumescent state.

“Cherry, why did he say your name just now?” asked Trixie suspiciously.

“N-never mind that, ladies, just keep at it,” Cherry Jubilee admonished. “Until some other customer comes in and needs your attention, I want both of you focused on making John completely limp.” Especially because I want to see what it takes to make him go limp! she thought to herself.

“Mmm, I’m going to ride him!” Derpy cheered. With a flap of her wings, she soared up onto the sofa, slowly lowering her fat plot until her eager, wet lips spread wide around the conquering tip of John’s shaft.

“Ahhh, big...” Derpy’s eyes rolled back in her head as she slowly descended, stuffing herself with human meat. “Oh, he’s hitting all the good spots. I can’t believe we get him as many times as we want!”

“Remember to pace yourself, Derpy,” Cherry admonished. “John will be a regular visitor here at the Ranch, and we must keep ourselves fresh for him.”

Derpy pouted even as John’s cock broached her cervix and slid satisfyingly into her womb. “Eep! Oh, OK, I’ll go nice and slow... b-but only because I want him to get his sleep!”

With a rustling of skirts, Cherry Jubilee sat her well padded (and, for once, well pounded!) plot upon the grand settee reserved for the mistress of this boarding house. Resting her chin on a hoof, she idly watched her newest employee taking her fill of human prick, slowly flexing her wings and flying up and down with exactly the right angle to stroke herself against his pelvic bone. Another hoof soon drifted beneath Cherry’s voluminous petticoats, firmly rubbing a stiff and needy clit.

Sadly, Derpy’s own petticoats soon slid down her fat and juicy flanks, swishing about modestly to hide the inter-species coupling. That is, until Trixie considerably lifted Derpy’s dress with her magic. Cherry resumed her voyeuristic fun while the magician tripped her tongue lightly over John’s balls, cleaning off the rivulets of pegasus cream that seeped down his shaft in a constant flow.

Oh, even in your sleep, you’re such a stud... I wish I could join them! Cherry’s joy soon soured into a most unbecoming jealousy, her experienced hoof merely a second best substitute for this handsome human’s personal attention. No, I wish I had you all to myself!

After all, why should young whorses like Trixie and Derpy get all the penis? It was older, experienced mares who knew how to properly coddle a monstrous stallionhood like John’s. Earth pony mares, no less — the strongest tribe was built to serve the strongest cocks!

Cherry’s heart (and hoof) raced as she thought of John’s gentle strength, his firm grip and his kind smile. Her mind flitted unbidden to the wardrobe she’d just ransacked, and to the lonely wedding dress that still hung in one far corner. A lovely, lace covered garment which she’d worn only once, waiting in a Dodge Junction chapel. Standing there all alone, til dusk had fallen and there was simply no escaping the fact that her soldier was gone, never to return...

No, no! I cain’t fall in love! Not again, not ever! A tear dropped from Cherry’s eye as long suppressed emotions surged up within her. John could never love a mare like me! No decent stallion ever could!

Unknowing of the turmoil he’d caused in the mare he’d helped that evening, John grunted and groaned in his sleep, finally letting out a long sigh of satisfaction. The massive tube running along the underside of his prick flexed and pulsed as he fired another undoubtedly huge load directly into Derpy’s welcoming (albeit well protected) womb. Derpy squealed with joy, flinging her wings over her mouth so that her cries wouldn’t wake her customer up.

Oh, John, oh, John... Cherry Jubilee’s misery only grew as she watched her pegasus employee shudder with mutual climax atop Equestria’s most desirable column of stallionhood. Her orgasm was ruined now, her masturbation spoiled. Why did you have to meet me now, all used up and withered? Why couldn’t we have been young together?

Cherry sadly touched her pudgy barrel through her ill fitting dress as she watched Derpy climb off of John’s crotch, and Trixie haughtily take her turn upon the undiminished stallionhood the brothel’s madam craved for her personal property. As Trixie groaned passionately and slowly worked her firm young plot down that mighty length, one forbidden thought was racing through Cherry Jubilee’s mind:

And why, you cruel man, why did you have to obey so doggone quick when I told you to pull out?
> All you can eat
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The next morning, Cherry Jubilee rose from her bed as early as she dared. She’d spent seemingly the whole night clopping off, humping her pillow, fantasizing about taking the place of her whorses in the eager service of their studly human customer. She longed for John’s gentle hand to firmly guide her mouth up and down his powerful stallionhood as her pussy winked and begged for violation. Of course his cock had supplied that need as well, and even broached her seldom used ponut, if only in the realm of dream and fantasy.

On the tips of her hooves she crept down the stairway into the drawing room of her whorsehouse, hoping to kneel before the slumbering human sprawled upon her sofa and draw with eager lips a hearty breakfast load. Sadly, instead of an insatiable male laying in wait with a seductive smile and a stiff cock, Cherry found nothing downstairs but the dawn’s light and a small hoofful of coins upon a table: coins that weighed down a scrawled note.



Miz Jubily,
This is all the bits I had on me.
Will be bak after werk with more.
JOHN



A second set of coins made a small and lumpy bulge in a used pay envelope from the Ponyville mill. John had crossed out his own name on the envelope and in neat if uneducated writing, he had printed Fer Miz Muffens & her lil one❤ 

Cherry smiled at the kind gesture, even though John’s generosity meant a delay in her own payment. Derpy had left early in the morning to prepare her filly for school, but the three other employees of the Cherry Hill Ranch were still in their rooms, sleeping off their nights of poorly paid passion. Indeed, Trixie’s great and powerful snores were audible throughout the house. For Cherry Jubilee, there would be no sweet monkey lovemaking this morning: her work day had begun.

Gritting her teeth and gathering her mane up in a bandana, Cherry began to tackle the many chores required of a madam when the girls of her brothel were catching their beauty sleep. She put a pot of stew to simmer and set a huge pan of cornbread baking in the oven. As her employees awoke and bathed, she served their meager breakfasts, then swept and dusted, tidying up the whorses’ rooms. She made sure to replace small items that had been knocked over last night by a mis-aimed cumshot, or smashed by the flick of a stallion’s tail at the height of his passion.

Straining and sweating, Cherry hauled out the empty cider barrel to set against the side of the boarding house, where Big Mac would silently pick it up in the afternoon as he returned home from Ponyville. She then refilled the liquor bottles at her bar, adding a little more water to the mix than usual. She scrubbed the tile of the grand bathroom, a spacious place where her wealthiest customers bathed — and fucked — in a large and luxurious tub. While there, Cherry checked the medicine cabinet, counting her diminishing stock of enhancement potions. She then added to the shortage herself, downing a contraceptive draught and making a note to place another order with Zecora.

After all that, Cherry settled back into her lonesome bed to snatch a brief nap. Naturally, sleep was preceded by another heated clop session, fuelled by a bodice ripper of a fantasy in which Princess Celestia (for some reason) commanded Cherry Jubilee to be John’s personal pleasure slave. The thought pleased Cherry greatly, especially when John fastened a collar around her neck to mark his ownership...

It was thus that Cherry arose refreshed and optimistic, awakened by the daily bustle of afternoon activity from the communal dressing room. She trotted downstairs to take a look, smiling at the industriousness of her employees. Her work for the day had reached a lull, but theirs was only beginning.

The dressing room was the most private place in the Cherry Hill Ranch, with not a single stallion having ever been permitted to glimpse inside. Within its confines, any and all feminine secrets were revealed. Dresses and cosmetics flew through the air as three beautiful mares prepared for a night of hard work holding their hind legs open. Magical spells of illusion and repair burst from unicorn horns and shimmered across sexy bodies: fixing rips in frilly skirts, firming up flabby barrels and enhancing the sensitivity of nipples and clits.

Cherry Jubilee’s girls were all determined to look their best and moan their loudest tonight. After all, they were competing for bits with Sweet Apple Acres, home of the effortlessly lovely and immensely skilled Applejack. Ponyville’s most desired whorse satisfied stallions as efficiently as she bucked apples, sometimes draining up to 30 cocks in a single night — and as the Element of Honesty, everypony knew she couldn’t fake those maregasms!

Yet Cherry Jubilee had never settled for second best. She and her stable were here in Ponyville to stay. Applejack or no Applejack, they’d satisfy any stallion who wanted something different, and wring every testicle dry that dared to come through the door of the Cherry Hill Ranch!

The stroke of 5 P.M. was greeted by chimes from Ponyville’s town clock. Yet those sweet sounds were drowned out by the blaring whistles which blew at mills, quarries and factories all around the area. These loud, piercing noises signalled the end of the work day and the beginning of another evening full of parties, dancing, and frivolous fun. This was also the moment when Ponyville’s post office closed its doors: thus it was no surprise when mere seconds later, Derpy Hooves frantically flapped in to the dressing room through a side window.

The harried single mother swiftly began her preparations for her second job. With the help of her co-workers, she changed from her plain mailmare’s garb to a stunning emerald green dress. Her usual yellow lipstick was skilfully applied to her lips, her mane was pinned up in the latest Prench style, and a daring half-bra compressed sagging teats into a canyon of cock stiffening crotch-cleavage. In moments, the chubby pegasus was transformed from a plain civil servant into a luscious and desirable MILF — Mare I’d Like to Fondle, in the rough language of Ponyville’s working stallions.

In less than an hour, such stallions would be pouring through the door to the Cherry Hill Ranch, eager to spend bits from their pay packets on a few moments of make-believe romance and very real pleasure. But before these lovely mares could properly greet their temporary suitors, there was one last task to perform. With kisses and caresses of increasing intensity, the four ladies fell into each others hooves and began to warm each other up, in that special way only one mare can do with another.

It was a show any stallion would have paid to see! Each night, in utmost privacy, the girls of the Cherry Hill Ranch brought each other to the very edge of sopping maregasms, then brutally edged one another for as long as they dared, until each was wild eyed and desperate for climax. This ensured that their first customers of the evening would find their paid-for pussies to be heated, soaking wet, and ready to leap into bed with any stiff cock they could find. Yes, the penile nub of the merest two-pump chump would seem like a girthy oasis in a desert of denial, once these sexy mares were finished teasing each other!

Squeals of female pleasure soon filled the steamy air of the dressing room, as four mares took their enjoyment without a stallion to be seen. Trixie and Moondancer had their magic, of course, and Tree Hugger’s talented tongue was in great demand. Derpy, who was still quite shy when it came to pleasuring other mares, preferred to lay on a nearby couch and stroked her own clit, trying to copy the firm touch she’d felt from her most memorable customer of the night before.

On days when Octavia arrived to work early, the exclusively sapphic cellist was known to contribute her own considerable skills to the writhing mass of mare-flesh. Even Cherry Jubilee herself was not above lending a hoof. Today, a quick glimpse inside the dressing room to see if her employees needed anything, and she was gripped by Trixie’s magic and drawn into the whirlpool of lesbian lust, both pleasuring and being pleasured in turn. Her skilled manipulations swiftly drove Trixie to a loud and frustrated peak even as the unicorn lapped at Cherry’s own dripping, human ready cunt. Yet just as Cherry’s passion verged on climax, she too was denied her release — by the loud pounding of a knock at the front door of the boarding house!

Cherry Jubilee forced her flagging tail downwards and ground her teeth as she trotted down the hall and towards the solid wooden door. No doubt this was the mayor’s husband again, convinced that the rules didn’t apply to him, and here to demand another before-hours blowjob! Why, Cherry had half a mind to tell Derpy to “accidentally” bite his dick!

Her mind steaming, the angry madam cracked open her door and peered outwards. “Sir, as you know, we open at 6 — oh, hello, John!” Cherry’s false smile quickly became genuine as she beheld the human male who’d ravished her the previous night. He was as tall as she remembered, and delightfully sweaty from a day of hard labour. Oh, she’d be a happy mare indeed, if only he’d let her work her muzzle between those firm plot cheeks and drink in his scent!

“No worries, ma’am, I’m just bringing my pay for the day.” John slipped his pay envelope to her through the crack in the door. “I wanted to hand it over as quick as I got it, so you wouldn’t think I was trying to cheat you. 6 o’clock, you said?”

“No, John, come in, please. Come up to my room, and let’s talk.” John touched his hat and followed the flustered madam inside, carefully shutting and locking the door behind him.

Cherry shook John’s unopened pay packet in her mouth as she climbed the wooden stairs, listening to the coins jingle. Why, there must be a good 30 bits in here! she thought. John’s footsteps sounded right behind her, and his gaze was certainly on her flank and her twitching tail. Indeed, as Cherry turned the door handle to her bedroom and cast a glance back at him, John cast his eyes away swiftly and shyly — the sure sign of a stallion caught eyeing his next juicy meal.

Cherry Jubilee dropped the pay packet on her freshly made bed and sat next to it, looking up at the tall biped who’d so easily conquered both her body and her dreams. “John, think about this. You cain’t give me all of your money. What will you eat?” She blushed and crossed her hind legs. “F-food, I mean.”

John scratched the back of his neck, seemingly embarrassed. “Some of the stallions at the mill said they’d share their lunches with me,” he explained. “They did make me promise to tell them all the juicy details — but that just means your girls may get a few more customers. Naturally, I won’t tell them what I get up to with you.”

John sat down on Cherry’s bed, sending her fur bristling with the electricity of his closeness, and gently pushed the envelope back towards her. “Come on now, take it, please. I promised you 400 bits and I do hate to be in debt.” The human stud coughed awkwardly. “Besides which... I confess my thoughts haven’t strayed from your marehood all day. I hoped promptness on my part might convince you to get started a little early.”

“Hrm, very well, John,” Cherry agreed. “We can proceed with this plan of scrounging other ponies lunches, but if it seems as if you’re getting too skinny, I’ll be serving you a home cooked dinner myself. I can’t have you losing any of that human stamina.” She turned to moved the small fortune into her safe, then gasped as John’s hand took abrupt possession of her left plot cheek.

“Dinner, eh? I reckon it’s about that time...” Abruptly she felt the kiss of his lips on her nethers, and the warm thickness of his tongue travelling up her slit, savouring her taste.

“J-John, you mustn’t... eep!” Devoured by a fearsome human — what a fate! His mouth pressed gently into her, then his tongue travelled down to locate her large, winking clit. Tweaking and teasing, he made her writhe with every motion of his tongue, squeaking and moaning until all rationality seemed banished from her mareish mind.

“I always did enjoy doing this,” John whispered, “but most whores ain’t exactly fresh down there.” The human loudly smacked his lips. “Mmm, you are clean and delicious, and you really do taste like sweet cherries.”

“Unnnh! Oh, John!” Cherry Jubilee simply writhed with pleasure, her tongue lolling out and her head placed strangely within her open safe, resting on her minuscule pile of saved up bits. Trixie’s tongue was skilled beyond measure, not to mention the ministrations that her naughty magic always wrought on Cherry’s form, but tonight it seemed that the great and powerful unicorn had only been the warm-up act for John’s devoted devouring.

“John, John, please!” Cherry begged, her voice echoing from within her safe, unsure if she was asking him to stop or keep going. Horribly, he stopped! Yet... thankfully, only for a moment!

“Oh, I’m sorry, ma’am, didn’t mean to leave your little pucker up there all lonesome.” John adjusted his hat and then his tongue made its wonderful return. Its wet tip slipped past the fluttering ring of her ponut, heedless of the sweat and musk that had accumulated through her day of hard work. “Mmm, and there’s the sour cherries,” he groaned as he set again to work.

It was then that Cherry Jubilee truly learned what it meant to “eat that ass like groceries!” John gobbled her backside like none other, slurping noisily, swiping his tongue across the ridges of her ponut before pressing gently into the warm, throbbing tailhole.

Cherry Jubilee wanted nothing more than to climax under this tongue, over and over, wherever on her body John cared to place it. Yet with the full strength of her will power she rolled over onto her bed, struggling to cover with inadequate hooves any part of her that the human might wish to thrill with a touch or a kiss. “Please, John, I’m begging you, give an old mare a rest!” she squeaked.

John obediently ceased his eager rimming. The bristles of his cheeks caught delightfully against Cherry’s fur as he withdrew his face from her forbidden canyon. “Something wrong, ma’am?” he asked solicitously. “I’m sure you must have had better lovers, but I’m trying my best.”

“John, it ain’t that at all.” Cherry frantically fanned herself with a hoof to the rhythm of her pounding heart. “Why, Celestia knows I ain’t been this excited for yairs! But my girls are dressing directly below us. If we keep going like we are, they’re certain to hear, and they’ll know exactly what you’re doing to me.” Oh, dear, why was the thought so exciting?

“Well, why shouldn’t they know?” John asked, reaching once again for his lover’s extra large bum. “It’s no more than I’m about to do to them.”

Cherry smiled coquettishly and wrestled her plot out of John’s needy hand. Her holes twitched for the return of his rampaging tongue, but she soothed her mane with a hoof and tried to look stern.

“John, there is a little thing called manners, which makes lovemaking all the more enjoyable. My girls may be whorses, but I am a lady. If you wish to seduce me, we will need to file off some of your rough edges first.”

John bit his lip and considered this. “Well, if it had to happen, I couldn’t ask for a nicer mare to civilize me,” he confessed.

“Oh, dear me, I don’t want you to be civilized.” Cherry tittered. “Come downstairs and let me teach you how to be dirty.”

Cherry closed her safe and trotted back down the wooden stairs, with John again following eagerly behind her swivelling rump. In the grand drawing room, she guided him into the large seat once reserved for herself. As he lifted his arms onto the hoofrests, his bulge stood out at her eye level, tempting her, distracting her.

Perhaps the human way of doing things was best, after all, Cherry mused. Simple, and direct. Why waste time with manners when there was a male to be serviced? Who would call for a prim and proper lady when a cock needed sucking? Duchesses and Princesses should step aside, and let a confident whorse handle the job!

Cherry leaned in to John’s lap and tenderly kissed his malehood hello through the thick canvas fabric, barely resisting the urge to rip off his trousers and throat him then and there. As John tensed up, Cherry climbed up upon his lap and leaned against his chest, taking deep breaths of the sweat that soaked his rough flannel shirt. Here she found the only thing that could distract her from John’s needy erection: his raw, mind melting ape stench!

Oh, how she moaned, the scent of him corroding her flimsy equine resistance as she scrubbed her needy slit up and down his girth. Cherry desperately hoped there were no mares working at the Ponyville Mill, as any such fortunate females would be debilitated by a state of constant arousal!

John moaned, too, deep and predatory. His naughty hands gently reached beneath her skirts and brushed her teats, turning already aroused pebbles into painful pinpricks of pleasure. Cherry struggled to control herself. As much as she wanted to throw caution to the winds, it just wouldn’t do to be fucked like a cheap slut in her place of business, within earshot of her employees!

“John... oh, John... please, listen to me! You must be on your best behaviour as I introduce you to the girls. As far as they’re concerned, I’m simply sitting flirtatiously in your lap, taking comfort in your broad and powerful arms.”

“Flirtatious, eh?” John enjoyed this thought enough to calm his roaming hands. He lifted his arms from beneath Cherry’s skirts and embraced her tenderly, setting her heart fluttering. “A fellow could get used to this, I reckon. But if I had one guess, I’d say the whole time we’re sitting here all cozy like, you aim to be be wearing a hole in my jeans with your marehood.” Even as he spoke, his shaft slipped between Cherry’s swollen mounds as her hips moved back and forth, graciously accepting a teatfuck from her as the price of his continued gentleness.

“I aim to please you better than that, John,” Cherry assured. “So much better. Yes, to all appearances, you will simply be flattering an old mare with chaste affection. Yet beneath the surface... well, billowy dresses may conceal scandalous secrets.”

Anticipating her wishes, John eagerly unzipped and extracted his pillar of pleasures. Finally, she could touch that meaty prize, flesh upon flesh! Cherry Jubilee sat down firmly on John’s lap and rubbed her lips against his sacred malehood, back and forth, feeling herself involuntarily (yet eagerly!) spread open for her own impending stuffing.

“Oh, dear... was it this large last night?” Beneath her arousal Cherry began to feel a bit apprehensive about her human’s endowments and appetites. “Why, you’re fit to split me in two!”

“Ain’t hurt a mare yet,” John grunted. This was small comfort, for John’s previous lover was the powerful Applejack! Yet the human’s hands on her flanks guided her gently into position and gave her confidence that she would survive this rutting, too. “Just sit yourself down, Miss Jubilee, nice and easy. My cock and your marehood are a perfect match, I reckon.”

So it might have seemed to the human, but Cherry Jubilee’s pussy had a different opinion: John was FAR too large, and deliciously so! She felt herself stretch as he spread her wide open. Length after girthy length slipped up into her, driving Cherry to the brink of pleasure, yet John still hadn’t technically completed his first thrust! Where a stallion would have bottomed out and come inside her immediately, her human was merely getting started.

By the time Cherry motioned that he should stop and let her catch her breath, John’s pulsating crown brushed the magical entrance to her recently fortified womb. Cherry Jubilee wasn’t merely penetrated — she’d been impaled! Yet several inches of human meat remained outside its rightful home, untouched save by Cherry’s continuously dribbling stream of arousal.

Cherry crossed her hind legs, tightening her cunt even more around the fleshy treasure half-buried inside, and wrapped her front legs around John’s powerful neck. John puckered his lips for a kiss but Cherry gently pressed a hoof against them, pushing him away. “A stallion should never kiss a whorse, John,” she admonished.

“I ain’t no stallion, Miss Jubilee,” John retorted. “And you ain’t no whorse, remember?”

“No, John, that was just play-talk,” Cherry admitted. “I’m your whorse, and powerful glad I am to be your whorse, but we ain’t nothing more than that. Let’s leave such wishes to our fantasies, shall we?”

“If you say so, ma’am,” John agreed reluctantly. “But if I had to pick one end of you, I reckon I’d rather have your kisser and your thinker than your round caboose and your tasty marehood.”

“Oh... oh, you sweet talker!” Yet Cherry was now wise to the human’s romantic gambits. Before John could take advantage of the sudden weakness in her limbs and the blush that blossomed down her neck, the madam hurriedly picked up a silver bell in a hoof and let its gentle pealing tinkle through the air of the quiet brothel.

Now four chattering whorses trotted out of their private dressing room, making last minute adjustments to their costumes and wiping each others’ lustful juices from their muzzles. John obediently kept his hands on the less suggestive parts of Cherry’s barrel as he eyed up the mares it would be his pleasure to bed this night... and each night hereafter!

The lovely yet unfortunate Derpy Hooves had seemed a bit haggard when John first met her the night before. Tonight, the single mother proudly led the herd, her eager eyes betraying a desire to go another round with the powerful human stud. Derpy’s mentor Trixie trotted close beside her, the unicorn’s magical aura even now smoothing the fabric of the older mare’s dress and reaching in to tease her nipples.

Tree Hugger followed behind at a slow, elegant pace. She was an earth pony, a common sight in Ponyville, yet her dreadlocks gave her an unusual appearance that sent John’s cock throbbing within Cherry Jubilee’s clenching depths. The green mare gently puffed on a ponyweed cigarette she held in a long, elegant holder.

“Hey there, human dude,” she rasped in greeting. “Ma’am,” John returned with a simple yet courteous nod. Tree Hugger’s gaze smouldered like an ember from her cigarette.  By the end of the night, her eyes stated boldly, you will know me very well indeed!

The fourth and final whorse was a unicorn who dawdled behind the other three, hovering a spellbook before her and seemingly engrossed with her reading. Yet from the arcane drawing of a fat and spurting horsecock on the cover of her tome, John surmised the was not altogether uninterested in her job...

“Moondancer, lower that book and let John see your lovely face,” Cherry insisted. “She’s a bit shy, John, but quite skilled with her magic. Why, she’s made stallions blow without even touching them!”

“I believe it, ma’am,” John agreed. His dick twitched within his lover and spewed forth a veritable river of pre as he watched the face of Cherry’s youngest worker emerge from behind that thick book. Cherry stifled a moan as her insides were washed by the hot fluid of male desire, yet John’s eyes were fully on the lovely Moondancer. The nerdish unicorn featured a bratty pout and a cute button nose that would look just perfect beneath a thick cum facial. Her thick glasses would serve as the perfect eye protection, John thought, allowing her to get a close up look at the male passion she aroused. He resolved to decorate this studious gal’s face with fat ropes of seed, within the hour!

With the introductions made, Cherry Jubilee lay her head gently on John’s chest, fighting the urge to sniff his sweat. She carefully smoothed down her skirts so as not to reveal any hint of the carnal coitus beneath. “M-my good friend John is merely the first of many stallions to take advantage of our subscription plan,” she told her mares. “Ya’ll will show him the hospitality that sets the Cherry Hill Ranch above our competitors! You must — eep!”

For it was just then that John mischievously shifted his hips to the perfect angle for a FULL penetration! Cherry Jubilee felt the human’s cock-head pry her cervix open and slip the last several inches into her womb. “Unnnfff...” she groaned, her lecture interrupted.

“Are you like, all right, cherry lady?” asked Tree Hugger with concern.

“I-I’m fine!” Even as her passion swelled, Cherry Jubilee was determined to maintain appearances. “I’m merely concerned for your health! For you girls must know that John is no one-and-done stallion. This mighty master of mares is a virile beast, who claims his chosen females all night long!”

“He made me cum twice last night!” Derpy announced cheerfully.

“Did you now? Just wish I’d been awake to enjoy it, ma’am,” John chuckled.

Cherry Jubilee strained to retain her composure as John’s dick pulsed fully inside her, stretching her and coating her womb with precum. After a good night’s rest and a day of hard work, it seemed the monster was back, and in full form. Last night, taming John’s cock had been a task for Applejack herself, with Cherry merely subduing the serpent in its weakened state. Tonight, after Trixie’s teasing and John’s oral service... after the vast lungfuls of John’s sweat and musk... after feeling every inch of him slip oh so deep inside her... and finally, after feeling him once again breach her very womb... Cherry just couldn’t help herself!

“Oh, oh my! He’s so masculine that I fear I’m quite overcome with the vapours!” All the poor mare could do was to think of the flimsiest excuse and blurt it out as her passion finally peaked. “Annngh! Ungh! Oh, John! Your gentility does affect a lady so!”

The four whorses glanced dubiously at each other as their madam cried out with what sounded suspiciously like a sexual climax. Each was quite familiar with such sounds, both genuine and faked, and there was unanimous if silent agreement among the ladies that Cherry’s pleasure was quite real!

As the choir of angel-ponies faded, and the staring mares before her came back into focus, Cherry Jubilee blushed mightily and playfully slapped her human lover on the wither. “Goodness, John, how you make a mare lose control!” She giggled. “Why, I nearly asked you to kiss me!”

John smirked as he surveyed the four embarrassed mares standing before them, their eyes wide with wonderment. On occasion they’d seen their employer take a stallion to bed, whether for business or pleasure. Yet in their memory, no male had affected her like this!

“I reckon they all know what we’re doing, Miss Jubilee,” John’s voice rumbled. “You might as well do it properly.”

Cherry blushed deeply as she realized the line she’d crossed. “G-girls, I have a confession to make...” she stuttered. “Even as we speak, John is making love to me.”

“Whoa...” murmured Tree Hugger.

“No shit,” muttered Trixie.

“He’s ever so powerful... I couldn’t resist... I’m so sorry for letting you down.”

“Eh?” asked Moondancer. “Letting us down? Who says we care who fucks you?”

“Yeah, if you want to hump some ape dick, it’s all cool,” Tree Hugger shrugged sympathetically. “You do you, cherry lady.”

“I-I thought I was strong,” Cherry Jubilee confessed. “I thought I didn’t need a stallion... but I need John! I need human cock!”

“Why don’t you show them what human cock has done to you,” John commanded gently in his deep voice that had instantly mastered so many equines before her. “Ride me, little pony.”

“Y-yes, John, at once.” How could Cherry Jubilee even think of resisting the voice that had tamed the huge and powerful horses of Earth?  Standing shakily upon John’s lap, she began to bounce her plot up and down on the shaft behind her, gaining leverage from her front hooves firmly planted atop John’s muscular legs. That first grunt of joy from the human’s lips was sweet to Cherry’s ears. He owned her, without question, yet Cherry could control him somewhat, if only by choosing how his pleasure would unfold.

Up and down moved that overstuffed, wobbling earth pony mare-plot. In and out, young prick filled and emptied a mature and needy body. Cherry Jubilee’s smile became a wide and uninhibited grin. She felt like a Princess, with John’s lap as her solid, powerful throne. She felt like a pet, with his musk as her leash and his cock within her as her favourite toy. She felt like a lady, a wife, a whorse, and a cocksleeve. In short, John made Cherry feel like a mare once again.

“He certainly seems to be enjoying it...” Moondancer pointed out as John’s eyes rolled back in his head.

“He ought to be!” Trixie huffed. “She’s doing all the work!”

“I wonder if humans are, like, as hung as they say?” Tree Hugger wanted to know.

“Oh, he’s huge!” Derpy assured. “I almost felt pregnant again, just having him inside me!” The well stacked mother wriggled at the memory, her pudgy plot and teats wobbling deliciously.

“Hrm, that reminds me... you’ve taken your potion today, I take it?” John whispered in Cherry’s ear.

“Y-yes, John, I’m ready for your seed,” the once dignified cumdumpster responded obediently. “As Celestia is my witness, I’ll never ask you to pull out again.”

John’s hand firmly gripped Cherry’s chubby horse ass as it plapped up and down on his lap. “Good, cause this marehood is mine, and it’s gonna take whatever I care to give it.” Yet at that very moment, when his command of Cherry Jubilee seemed to be at his zenith, he grunted, his hand waivered, and he moaned with satisfaction as he unleashed a flood of warm sperm inside her. “Oh, gosh, oh, fuck, Miss Jubilee, your marehood!”

Cherry was quite overcome as well! “Oh mah... oh mah stars... by the Two Sisters, I do declare!” She came along with her lover as she felt herself creampied for the first time in what seemed like years. As John’s passion faded, he sat back in Cherry’s large seat with a most delightful smile of satisfaction, smiling and playing with a curl of Cherry’s dishevelled red mane.

I’ve pleased him! Cherry thought to herself. No, I’ve seduced him! Last night wasn’t a one time thing — he wants me to make him mine!

But no, I cain’t! What am I thinking? He’ll just break my heart, like all the others! Cherry put a melodramatic hoof to her forehead as she bemoaned her bad luck when it came to love. Oh, why, why am I like this? Why cain’t I appreciate a good cock when it comes along? Why must I always turn my thoughts to love, and marriage, and...

“Miss Jubilee, can I clean you up?” asked Moondancer eagerly, licking her lips at the sight of the copious fluids dripping from Cherry and John’s joined crotches onto the fabric of the large chair.

Her spiral of shame interrupted, Cherry Jubilee took a moment to calm herself. Once more she thought of her business and her employees. “I believe it would be more educational for Derpy to take a turn,” she stated haughtily, fixing her glance upon upon the novice among her stable of whorses. “You need to learn how to eat pussy, young lady.”

“Oh, OK...” the ditzy pegasus stated nervously. “I-I guess it’s not so weird, if it’s full of John’s yummy cum!”

John had never truly gone limp inside her, but he swelled again at the thought of a mare tenderly licking his seed from a cunt he’d ruined. Cherry wanted nothing more than to keep the human for herself and ride him to a second creampie, but she was determined not to give him the satisfaction — it would only make her heart hurt worse when she had to say goodbye to her lover. Yes, the more often John fucked the younger, hotter mares at the Cherry Hill Ranch, the less emotional attachment he would feel to its plain, middle aged owner.

All business now, Cherry Jubilee raised an imperious hoof and issued orders to the two whorses John had yet to sample. “Tree Hugger, you will kindly escort John to your bedroom. Moondancer, you follow along as well. Not to be crass, but I need this beast sated by the time your usual customers arrive.”

“Like, for sure, Miss Jubilee,” Tree Hugger agreed.

Stepping up to the chair, Moondancer gripped John’s balls in her magic and began to experimentally squeeze the vast orbs, attempting to learn the ways of his pleasure. But John ignored the sexy provocation, preferring to focus on stroking Cherry Jubilee’s sensitive ear. It seemed the human wasn’t quite done with his chosen lover, after all...

“Before I go fuck and your girls, Miss Jubilee,” John whispered in the older mare’s ear. “I reckon I’d like some of that marefriend experience from the lady of the house.”

Cherry’s heart leapt and sunk in the same breath. “B-but I ain’t really your marefriend, John,” she reminded him, trying but failing to turn her head away from his hungry eyes.

John clucked his tongue with disappointment. “That ain’t what a marefriend would say, Miss Jubilee. I reckon Applejack’s a bit better at this than you are.”

Cherry Jubilee’s lips instinctively puckered as she was reminded of her rivalry with Applejack, Ponyville’s top pussy vendor. “J-John, if I kiss you, I cain’t be responsible for what—”

“Oh, you silly little whorse.” John firmly cupped the back of her head in his hand, pulled her to him and kissed her, forcefully. His spent dick throbbed inside her as his lips claimed hers. He moaned, deep in his powerful chest, and his grip became even tighter as human and pony tongues met and entwined for the very first time.

At that moment the barricades Cherry Jubilee had built around her tender, injured heart gave way. She was in love! In love with a creature from another world! With a male hardly half her age! It was all so wrong... yet nothing had ever felt so right!

All too soon, John’s lips were wrenched from hers. Cherry gazed up at her ape lover, her eyes needy and desperate. “P-please, John, I understand now,” she stammered. “If you kiss me again I’ll give you the marefriend experience. I’ll give you the very best...”

“Maybe later, Miss Jubilee,” John teased. “I got a few other mares to fuck before I come back to you.” He carefully lifted her off his cock, nearly setting off another climax in her overloaded brain, and gently set her down on her chair as he stood to claim the whorses he’d paid for.

Cherry Jubilee lay half comatose as Derpy tentatively began to lick the leaking white goo that drooled from between her thighs. As flicks of lesbian pleasure shot through her well slurped clit, the mare who’d once dismissed the possibility of true love now cooed with its tardy blossoming. Yet even as Cherry dreamed of bedding and wedding John, taking him for her own, she dimly heard Tree Hugger and Moondancer beginning their own seduction of the studly human...

“Say, human dude, have you ever like, put it in a mare’s butt?”

“A mare’s butt, eh?” John stroked his whiskery chin with one hand even as his other began to prod between the green hills of the earth pony’s fit, enormous donk. “You mean right down in here?”

“Our customers love it!” Moondancer added. “It’s one of my most popular orifices!”

John chuckled as the three of them walked towards a bedroom and the shape of his evening came into view. “Can’t say as I’ve ever had the pleasure of filling a mare’s backside, ladies, but there was this one French girl down in Missoula...”
> The Apple Family Challenge, Round 1: Apple Bloom
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Within days, Cherry Jubilee had dropped all pretense and lowered every defence. She considered herself John’s marefriend in all but name. Her pussy was wet and ready for him the instant he walked up the front steps of the Cherry Hill Ranch. Before the brothel officially opened, she was climbing onto his lap and riding his meat as she fed him a home cooked dinner. By the time the meal was concluded he’d be sitting back helplessly in his chair, arms limp at his sides, moaning as fat earth pony plot cheeks kneaded his lap, spraying a pent up load directly into Cherry’s eager (if still potion protected) womb.

Late at night John would fall asleep atop her, utterly exhausted from a night of lust, his ravaging cock bloating her pussy or plothole as her well trained muscles worked him off to a final fat cumblast. When morning dawned and roosters crowed, Cherry would kneel beneath the dining table and suck an overnight load from John’s balls as he enjoyed a hearty breakfast, cooked with love and plenty of that earth pony magic.

With a salty pool of human semen in her belly, Cherry felt invigorated and ready to tackle another day. Meanwhile, John walked happily off to work at the mill, with a lipstick stained cock and a thoroughly rimmed out asshole. He knew that every bit he earned that day would end up in Cherry Jubilee’s bedroom safe, and every drop of sweat that sprung from his toned body would find its place on Cherry’s happy tongue.

It was only in between these pleasures that Cherry permitted her human stud to enjoy his “subscription” to the other mares who worked at the Cherry Hill Ranch. Still, John got his money’s worth, fucking all four of Cherry’s girls at least once a night and wringing massive maregasms from even the most experienced whorse. (That would be Trixie.)

Before too long, no mare in Cherry’s employment considered a night’s duty complete until John had claimed all three of her eager cockpockets — preferably firing a creamy gift deep into each! After hours of heavenly practice, Derpy mastered the art of deepthroating John’s musky human prick, leaving her yellow lipstick rings to mingle with the 4 other colours at the base of his mare-tamer. Her anal training proceeded apace until the clumsy pegasus lay on the bed alongside her brothel sisters as a moaning buttslut, eagerly lifting her tail for the fleshy spear she’d once feared would rip her bum apart.

Fortunately, during such heated sessions the considerate John handled each rump with care. He lubricated all 5 of his purchased ponuts with fingers and tongue, then eyed the buffet of flexing, hungry tailholes before him as their owners begged for his attention. One by one, he’d press his rounded flare into each mare’s eager depths, carefully sodomizing each of his whorses with balls deep thrusts before finally spending himself deep in Cherry’s hungry guts.

As steadily as John’s sperm accumulated in Cherry Jubilee’s eager mareholes, so did his pay packets pile up in her safe, one by one, until the agreed upon monthly total of 400 bits was met. John’s decision — or rather, Cherry’s decision — to rehouse him in her bedroom meant that the human no longer needed to rent a room at Ponyville’s more legitimate boarding house. Of course, “saving money” was a foreign concept to this generous male. The bits John saved by moving out of that flea-trap were dropped right into Derpy’s meagre saddlebag, to be spent on treats and school supplies for her foal.

All in all, John the human seemed made for three things: earning bits through sweaty, muscle building labour, spending those bits on deserving mares — then tossing those mares onto the nearest bed and fucking them within an inch of their life. Truly, he was the ideal male!

Yet all was not well in this peaceful world of frilly dresses and cock craving ponies. Over at Sweet Apple Acres, the nights had become long and lonely, and the lovely Applejack puzzled over the question of why John had stopped paying his regular visits. Each evening, the Element of Honesty dressed in her finest gown and waited by the window all night long (in between being taken to bed and plowed by customer after horny customer, of course.) Yet John the human, once so polite and punctual, never showed up to have his balls drained, not even once!

After some time the news came to Applejack from Ponyville: not only had her old rival Cherry Jubilee given John the run of her whorsehouse, but Cherry was personally serving his meals, cuddlefucking him in her own bed, even kneeling behind him each morning and tonguing his taint like a good little wifey!

Clearly, John was too much stallion to be satisfied by a single mare, even one as powerful as Applejack. For hours the beautiful blonde paced back and forth in her bedroom, deep in thought. She stopped only to blow an occasional stallion, swallow his load and collect his  bits. She had to win back her most reliable (and enjoyable) customer... but how?

Fortunately, a recent family milestone showed the way forward. As her 14th “gentlestallion caller” of the night cried out with passion and gushed a huge pent up load down her throat, Applejack pounded her front hooves together, her mind made up and her usual stubbornness seeing no way forward except utter success. It would take the entire Apple family working together, but Applejack was confident that John — and his steady stream of bits — would once again find a welcoming home at Sweet Apple Acres.

Meanwhile, back in Ponyville, the last drops had been tapped from the fateful cider barrel which John had carried for Cherry Jubilee on the night they first met. Though her customers demanded fresh cider incessantly, buying it from the Apples had always represented for Cherry a tiring and humiliating ordeal. Fortunately, John eagerly offered to pick up the new barrel in her stead and carry it back to the Cherry Hill Ranch.

No doubt the kindly John would have agreed to run this errand even without the double unicorn magicjob Cherry had used to “convince” him, but the savvy madam understood the importance of keeping one’s male happy and obedient. Just to be extra convincing, she made out with the studly human while Trixie and Moondancer worked on his bottom half, using forbidden spells to wrack his sturdy yet unsophisticated body with the most excruciating pleasures.

For over an hour, Trixie’s well used bed became the sight of a most erotic torture. Standing over his prone form, Cherry blessed John with tender first-date kisses, even as unicorn mouths and magical auras explored the vast length and rugged veins of his immortal stallionhood. The two skilled mages used John as their experimental subject, twisting his cock through endless portals of warmth and wet, only to numb him and keep him on edge with the icy touch of dark magic. Pinned down, unable to cum, encased in a seeming tomb of ecstasy, John could only writhe and moan into Cherry Jubilee’s mouth.

Finally, at a nod from Cherry, Trixie and Moondancer showed mercy, pulling John over the edge and allowing him to blast an ocean of sperm through their magical auras. Needless to say, the poor human was left writhing and moaning, putty in Cherry’s hooves as he felt an orgasm stronger — and more copious — than any he’d experienced before.

As the two talented unicorns shared their hard extracted cumshot with their hungry boss, John begged to spend the rest of the evening licking the three mares’ pussies and assholes in repayment for the incredible sex they’d just shown him. Though the girls thoroughly enjoyed this proposition, Cherry firmly put her hoof down. Pussy licking was all very well (and asshole licking was even better!) but she had other plans for her stud.

“If you’re in a giving mood, John,” she whispered sweetly, “Perhaps you might trot off to Sweet Apple Acres and fetch me another barrel of cider. 50 bits is the cost, and I hope you won’t mind covering it. Oh, you will? I’m ever so grateful. Off you go, now.”

One final kiss was all it took to get the seemingly haggard male off of the bed, pulling on his jeans and making his way through the drawing room. In his post-orgasmic state, the satisfied stud was utterly suggestible, unable to resist Cherry’s slightest request!

Oh, stallions... Cherry thought to herself with a smile. So easy to command, once you have them by the balls!

The scheming madam waved a cheerful goodbye to John as he staggered down the road to Sweet Apple Acres, then put her hooves around Trixie and Moondancer and escorted them up to her bedroom for a lesbian tryst. After such a performance, the two unicorn’s sex magic was utterly drained, and the firm touch of an earth pony mare was just what they needed to recharge it!

Of course, John’s mission was not without its risks. Cherry Jubilee certainly suspected that Applejack would take the meeting as an opportunity to seduce John back into her stable. But as her two unicorn whorses lay back on her bed and eagerly spread for her, she pushed such thoughts to the back of her head, preferring to fondle Trixie’s teats and lap Moondancer’s juices from her sticky thighs.

Cherry Jubilee knew that even a male can stay focused on a task, if his nuts have been recently emptied. Thanks to the unicorn sluts who now writhed beneath her tongue, those fat human seed-tanks were officially dry. Applejack was welcome to try and win John back, but after the magical draining he’d just undergone, the farmpony would be lucky to get so much as a semi out of the human stud she’d once treated so lightly!

So Cherry Jubilee thought, yet she underestimated just how insistent the Apple family could be...





At the end of the dusty trail it was Applejack herself who greeted John, standing at the door to the farmhouse where the two had found so much pleasurable companionship. She wore her most daring dress, its deep cut neckline allowing her chest floof to puff out rudely in dusk’s light. “Howdy, stranger,” she murmured flirtatiously, placing a freshly hooficured foot on John’s leg.

As he walked the trail, John had mused on his abrupt departure from Sweet Apple Acres, and begun to worry that he’d offended Applejack. Yet on seeing him again, she was all smiles and batted eyelashes. Her sinful body and coy smile hinted that the human who pleased her would be treated well indeed — but the muscle behind that touch declared that the man who made her cross, might find himself bucked halfway to the moon!

“G-good evening, Applejack.” John tipped his hat somewhat awkwardly. He was fully aware that for two weeks now he hadn’t giving this imposing pony-lady what she needed — his bits — or wanted — his cock! “Just dropping by for a barrel of cider. If I could talk to Big Mac about it, I’ll get out of ya’lls mane right quick.”

Applejack shook her head fiercely. “Ya missed Apple Bloom’s birthday last week,” she accused the tall, strong human. “She was real disappointed.”

“Oh, gosh.” John wrinkled his brow. “I’m awful sorry about that, AJ, but I didn’t get no invitation.”

“Sent it right ta yer boardin’ house,” Applejack sniffed. The fleshy pearl of her clit winked out secretly as she took in John’s scent, and a thick dollop of juices sprayed from her heated marehood, soaking her scandalously short petticoat. “Quite a few fellers from there was able ta find the time, so I know it weren’t no problem with the mail.”

John scratched his head. “Erm, the thing is, AJ, I ain’t exactly living at the boarding house these days.”

“Found another bed, eh?” Applejack nodded, her suspicions were confirmed, but she managed to smile invitingly to her straying stud. After all, the power of family would soon set him right! “Tain’t no worry, come in an’ try some o’ AB’s birthday cake. We got a bit left over.”

“Hell, you ponies and your tempting cakes,” John chuckled. “Alright, I reckon it can’t hurt to sit a spell before I head back with the cider.”

Brought into the cozy interior of the farmhouse, John sat at the largest of the many chairs surrounding the Apples’ dining room table, and stretched his legs as Applejack bustled in the kitchen. The human couldn’t help but wonder why young Apple Bloom had taken such an interest in him. Once or twice John had glimpsed her around the farm, helping Big Mac with the family’s less sexy and more apple focused business. More often, though, he saw her about town, helping foals find their cutie marks and causing trouble with her rowdy friends. All in all, John had never paid Apple Bloom much mind, and he was supremely puzzled by why she would care to invite him to a party, much less be disappointed when he failed to show up.

Perhaps it was the exotic enjoyment of spending time with an otherworldly creature. John had seen how easy it was for a human to live as a social parasite among the perfumed ponies of Canterlot. Flitting from one fancy party to another, never lifting a finger except to raise a glass, and avoiding all true emotional connection with the strange yet friendly creatures of Equestria. Upon arriving from Earth, John had taken one look at such frippery and boarded the first train to Ponyville — a place where folks were hard working, honest, and real!

Before too long Apple Bloom herself trotted in from the kitchen, holding a small yet highly decorated china plate in her mouth, on which could be found a large slice of apple cinnamon sheet cake. John could smell the mouthwatering scent from here, his simple cowboy tastes aroused by the pile of freshly whipped cream atop the confection — the surest sign that rough camp cooking had been set aside for the pleasures of civilization!

Apple Bloom’s eyes beamed with youthful energy, and the bow atop her mane was just as big and red as ever. Yet something subtle seemed to have changed in the birthday girl’s demeanour. She seemed larger... and rounder, somehow? Was this the peril of eating too much of the always delicious Equestrian cake? Still, with the amount of bedroom “exercise” he’d been getting, John supposed it couldn’t hurt to indulge, just this once...

“Serve our guest,” Applejack instructed, trotting in behind her sister and shucking a red gingham apron. Apple Bloom cheerfully set the plate on the family dinner table and nodded cheerfully at it. “Here you are, Mr. John!”  she cheered.

“Why, thank you, little miss,” John stated politely. He reached for the fork at his place setting, only to be startled as Apple Bloom hopped onto the table herself and picked up the utensil in her own mouth.  Skilfully scooping up a wedge of cake and cream, she leaned over and offered the laden fork to John.

After a confused glance at Applejack, John opened up and took in the bite of cake, allowing the heavenly morsel to tickle his taste buds. The smooth cream frosting tamed the heat of the exotic spice blend, and the sweetness of apple and brown sugar tied the whole thing together. John found himself relaxing somewhat, the awkward situation of Apple Bloom’s unending stare giving way to the wholesome togetherness of family.

Again and again, Apple Bloom took forkfuls of cake upon the tines of her gleaming fork and fed the sweet treat to her tardy party guest. “To be honest, AJ, I’d think you wouldn’t want me having anything to do with your sister,” John mused between bites. “After all, she’s just an innocent filly. She oughta be out skinning her knees and getting into trouble — not, erm... you know, with stallions and whatnot.”

Applejack shook her head firmly. “Apple Bloom ain’t a filly no more, John — ya missed her 18th birthday.”

“Golly! 18, eh? As I said, very sorry for missing the festivities.” Most awkwardly John cleared his throat. The rich taste of apples and cinnamon was warming both body and soul... and seemed to be having a distressing effect on the not-so-little friend he kept in his trousers! This was unbelievable, considering the sexual wringer John Junior had been put through not one hour before. In all his experience, the human had never dreamed he could feel so empty and drained as he had in Trixie’s bed... but all it took was a few minutes of conversation with the lovely Applejack, and his naughty mare-rouser was raring to go once more!

“I said, her 18th birthday, John,” Applejack repeated, seemingly stuck on what to John was a meaningless number. The human merely shrugged appreciatively. Back on Earth, a horse that reached its 18th birthday would be an elderly specimen indeed!

John casually covered his ever tightening crotch with his cowboy hat, and nodded at the young mare who was firmly pressing yet another forkful of cake between his lips. “Many happy returns, Apple Bloom. Now, AJ, why don’t you send your sister out, then come and sit on my lap like old times? I-I seem to be having a ‘problem’ that only you can help me with.”

Applejack shook her head firmly. “I don’t think ya understand tha importance o’ the 18th birthday in Equestrian society, John. Apple Bloom is a mare now, with a mare’s rights, an’ a mare’s needs. Needs that you ain’t been meetin’.”

“S-say, what’s in this cake?” John stuttered. As the exotic spice of the moist cake sent fire into his veins, something beneath his hat (a very LARGE something!) abruptly twitched and knocked it off his lap and onto the floor.

Applejack merely moved her whispering lips closer to John’s human ear. “Ya really shoulda been here fer the party, John,” she sighed with faux disappointment. The smirk on her face matched the look of hungry anticipation that played across Apple Bloom’s muzzle as she moved in with another load of sweets for John’s reluctantly opened mouth. “We invited over all mah regular customers, they each ate a big slice o’ cake, an’ they introduced Apple Bloom ta the family business.”

“The — ya mean, she —” John gulped down his latest mouthful of cake as nervous sweat began to drip down his neck... just in time for a grateful Applejack to lick it all away, moaning sensuously with every taste of the salty human nectar. Oh, how she’d missed this exotic delight!

“Mah sister was very grateful for all the presents the fellers brought ’er,” she whispered in John’s ear, tickling his sensitive hairs with her breath. “Big, stiff, stallion-stinky presents. Oh, she just couldn’t wait ta play with all her new toys. Ain’t that right, Apple Bloom?”

“Hmm-hmm!” Apple Bloom set the metal fork down on the fine Apple family china, having found a more enjoyable use for her mouth. Leaning down from the table onto the chair below, she ran her muzzle up and down the bulge she was now old enough to appreciate, kissing and licking it through the rough canvas of John’s jeans.

“Now, mah sister’s virginity is reserved for a very wealthy stallion I ain’t gonna name,” Applejack cautioned, “so I can’t promise ya no action at her back half. But I think ya’ll will be not disappointed at what we have in store for ya tonight.”

John practically squealed as the filly-turned-mare snuffled up the length of his cock, taking great gusts of his scent into her eager nostrils — not to mention a leftover whiff of Trixie’s and Moondancer’s perfumes. Weakly he tried to protest Apple Bloom’s newfound interest in human penis. “AJ, she’s... she’s undoing my belt!”

Applejack only nodded. “Don’t help ’er, she’s gotta learn this fer herself: how ta strip an’ service a stallion. It’s a vital farm task, specially round these parts.”

Belt, button, zipper... none of these human inventions were an obstacle to Apple Bloom’s talented mouth and tongue. John’s cock was now at a full rigidity beneath the fabric that constrained him. His time at the Cherry Hill Ranch was a distant memory, and it felt as if Trixie and Moondancer had cruelly blueballed him instead of giving him the magicjob of a lifetime. Every touch of Apple Bloom’s muzzle made his man-flesh twitch, tempting him to toss her onto her back, rip away the virginity she’d promised to some rich plutocrat, and make her fully a mare!

As for Apple Bloom, she was grateful that the pending sale of her maidenhead kept her pussy safe from the meaty “gift” she was unwrapping. The bulge running down John’s leg was nearly twice the length and girth of the average stallionhood! She’d definitely need to work her way up to this one... but she knew she’d scream as loud as Applejack did, once he finally hilted inside her!

Applejack glared at John’s twitching hands, sensing that the helpless human was on the verge of ruining a pleasant evening, whether by pushing Apple Bloom away or pinning her beneath him. Before he could do either, she leaned forward and deployed her secret weapon — her firm, soft pony lips! Pressing them against John’s own, she began a lover’s kiss, staining his mouth with her red lipstick, slipping her powerful tongue between John’s tonsils and giving him the very concentrated essence of the “marefriend experience” every stallion craved.

Perhaps not every human could be tamed by such a kiss, but John was a hopeless romantic! He instantly ceased his struggles, allowing Apple Bloom to grip his waistband between her teeth, letting her work her will as Applejack soothed him with her all conquering kiss. Nothing existed for John in that moment save the heavenly touch of Applejack’s lips, the straw colour of her mane and the deep green of her eyes! John’s lonely heart leapt with joy, for such a passionate kiss could only mean one thing!

With a loud *muah!* human and pony lips finally parted, letting John gasp for breath. “A-Applejack, I never knew you felt this way!” he blurted out, gently caressing his lover’s ear. Tiny red hearts of love were forming in his eyes... or were they apples?

“I don’t,” Applejack informed bluntly, “but it’s fun ta pretend, ain’t it?” She patted John’s cheek with a freshly hooficured foot, subtly pushing him away. “Now, we’s making some changes here at Sweet Apple Acres. Fer starters, the charge is now 20 bits a night.”

“I git 5!” Apple Bloom chirped cheerfully, tugging John’s trousers down with her teeth.

“Oh, oh, gosh...” John sputtered and shuddered in his chair, overcome by the intensity of this family’s sexual power, and the near certain knowledge that there were NO feelings on Applejack’s side whatsoever! “Y-you two really know how to give a feller his money’s worth... you sure there ain’t nothing between us, AJ? I’d swear, that kiss...”

Applejack scoffed gently. “John, if I fell fer every handsome stud who made me squirt by the bucket, I’d never stop marryin’ long enough ta enjoy mah honeymoon. Now, let’s simmer down an’ get ta the fun part o’ the evenin’, eh?”

“I almost... I got it, sis!” Apple Bloom’s teeth lost their grip as John’s vast and well exercised meat finally slipped from his undergarments to prance upwards and bounce against her muzzle. “Whoa, big...” she gasped out.

“Mmm, there’s mah true love,” Applejack murmured, licking her lips. Her backside twitched at the memory of what that cock could, and would, do to her! “Golly, he looks lonely, like he ain’t been properly seen to in weeks.” Moving in close to her human hunk, Applejack’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Now, John, ya gonna give Apple Bloom her birthday present or not?”

“I-I reckon it’d be downright rude to refuse,” John agreed. The massive nut he’d just busted into a magical inter-dimensional fleshlight was utterly forgotten. Whether it was the stimulating cake, the rude sensuality of the Apple family, his famous human stamina, or the simple fact that the author had to keep the story moving along, John’s dick seemed stiffer than he’d EVER felt before. The swelling head of his shaft bounced like a meaty drumstick against Apple Bloom’s muzzle, and his balls churned with fresh seed as if he was riding into town after months on the trail!

“He smells so good, AJ,” Apple Bloom breathed. Her tongue thrilled to its first taste of human flesh, and she lapped at the dewy pearls that dribbled from John’s yawning cumslit. “Mmm, an’ he tastes like salty honey...”

“Yew just enjoy yerself, sis,” Applejack smiled agreeably. “Human cocks were brought ta Equestria fer the pleasure o’ mares. Why, even the Princesses like ta indulge, I hear.”

Having mastered the intricacies of John’s belt and zipper, Apple Bloom set her talented earth pony mouth to work on another mysterious piece of human equipment. She stretched her jaw to get John’s glans into her muzzle, and began to suck away hungrily, bobbing her head up and down to wrap her lips around the crown. Her hoof flew to her crotch, and she eagerly rubbed herself on her family’s very dinner table, as an outlet for the excitement that bubbled up within her from her first taste of ape dick.

Now, John was a simple man... when a woman wanted to suck his cock, he graciously allowed her! He sat back in the chair, dipped a finger into the last remnants of that soul stirring apple cake, and idly scooped up a smidgen of cream — all while enjoying Apple Bloom’s best attempt to pull a load of “cream” right back out of him!

Abruptly Applejack did a double take as she watched her sister sip from the fleshy pipe at John’s crotch. “Say, Apple Bloom, where’s yer whorsin’ lipstick?” she inquired.

Apple Bloom simply grunted with annoyance and stretched her wet, yet unadorned lips further down John’s meaty shaft, trying to hook her customer on the feel of her mouth before the uptight Applejack could put a stop to their fun.

“Dagnabbit, AB, ya need ta take this serious!” Applejack huffed. “Yew know stallions like a mare ta wear lipstick when she goes down. Them slutty red rings on the shaft is the Sweet Apple Acres symbol o’ quality! How else they gonna prove ta the wife they didn’t blow their pay on liquor an’ cupcakes?”

“It’s quite all right, Miss Applejack,” John assured. “Ain’t got no wife to convince, and I’d be a mite disappointed right now if Apple Bloom had to stop tasting on me... whatever the reason.”

Applejack’s side eye now turned to John, for this was the first time he’d ever been less than totally accommodating to her way of doing things. With a whole whorsehouse of lesser mares at his disposal, had this so called stud grown too big for his britches?

Naw, Applejack decided... John was simply the sort of easygoing stallion who went along with whichever mare was currently fastened onto his cock! For weeks, that fortunate mare had been Cherry Jubilee. At the moment, it happened to be Apple Bloom. Later tonight, Applejack would be showing him how a true whorse operates, and winning his custom back for good!

Apple Bloom frantically clopped herself as she struggled to wedge her jaw around the hoof sized head of John’s ape dick, slurping and sighing as blobs of delicious fluid leaked from the tip. The inexperienced mare was determined to one day give Applejack a run for her money as Ponyville’s top blowjob artist, and she knew the only way to reach that summit was hard work, on hard cocks!

The many throbbing “candles” Apple Bloom had “blown out” at her birthday party had proved merely a taste of what was to come for the orally fixated mare. Wherever she went around Ponyville, it seemed that kindly stallions now beckoned her behind counters and into alleyways, unsheathing musky and meaty treats for her to snack on. After lightening their balls and lifting their spirits, Apple Bloom inevitably found the grateful males dropping shiny bits into her saddlebag, donations which were gratefully accepted. And then there were the fringe benefits — Apple Bloom wouldn’t be paying full price for quills or sofas anytime soon!

Yet to truly show her love of fat floppy horsedong, Apple Bloom knew she’d need to learn to deepthroat her customers, just as big sister did. For several days now, she’d been challenging herself to reach at least as far as the medial ring, on every cock that went into her mouth. This was a lot of cocks, and by now Apple Bloom could nearly always touch her outstretched tongue against that fleshy milestone. But there wasn’t a medial ring to be found on John’s huge tummy-tickler — for humans, it seemed, a blowjob was all or nothing!

Here goes... Apple Bloom thought to herself. Next stop, chin to the balls! Standing straight atop the dinner table she took a deep breath, addling her already woozy brain on the scent of John’s musk. She relaxed her jaw, let her throat go limp, and drove her head downwards onto that stallwart pillar...

... only to recoil with a sudden *GLURK!* This monstrous sausage was just too fat to squeeze down her throat! Yet Applejack had surely swallowed John to the base on her first attempt — it was hopeless! Apple Bloom would never be as good at sucking dick as her overachieving sister!

Applejack tsked gently and put a soothing hoof on Apple Bloom’s mane, encouraging her to keep trying. “She’s still learnin’,” the kindly mare explained to John, “an’ yer tree-trunk is on a whole ‘nother level, so be patient with ’er.”

“You’re doing just fine, Apple Bloom,” John encouraged. “The tip is the most sensitive bit, anyways. Why don’t you just suck on that for a while? I reckon you’ll get me off in a jiffy.”

Apple Bloom pulled up from John’s cock and wiped the sticky strings of spit off her muzzle, grinning at the human. “Why, o’ course, sir!” she drawled, her happy mood restored. “We at Sweet Apple Acres aim ta please!” The eager cocksucker then opened wide, dipped her neck and mouthed John’s prick again, slurping HARD on his mushroom crown and probing his wet slit with her eagerly tasting tongue. Even if she couldn’t yet throat John, he loved what she was doing to her, and she was determined to show him the time of his life!

“That’s the spirit!” Applejack beamed at her sister as John groaned beneath Apple Bloom’s frantic mouth work. “Ya gotta listen ta the customer, give ’im what he wants... an’ then give ’im a lil’ bit more, if ya know what I mean, eh, Apple Bloom?”

At this less than subtle prompting, Apple Bloom dropped to her knees on the dinner table and reached her soft and squishy front hooves to wrap around John’s shaft. Gently, firmly, she began to stroke as she sucked. She thrilled to the feel of John’s smooth, taut flesh beneath her hooves, even as John gasped at the exotic touch of Apple Bloom’s powerful limbs. Getting a firm grip on the unsucked portion of human cock, Apple Bloom briskly sped her pumping motions, up and down, bringing a satisfaction to John’s shaft even as his sensitive tip was treated to the pure heaven of the young lady’s mouth.

Though there was plenty of space for Applejack to add her own talented hooves to the lengthy human meat, the older sister opted instead to grip Apple Bloom’s head, just behind her bow. Gently yet firmly, the experienced courtesan guided her sister’s tiny mare-mouth along the very crown of John’s prick, repeatedly stuffing her gob with meat, then extracting it with a loud *pop* sound.

Satisfied that Apple Bloom’s cock worship was up to the Sweet Apple Acres standard, Applejack leaned again towards John’s trembling lips, her eyes soft and seductive. “Jes fer yew, John, mah #1 stud,” she murmured, “yer bout ta have both the Apple sisters usin’ their mouths on ya.” Electricity sparked as their lips touched once more, and John’s already frazzled senses were blasted by Applejack’s deep kiss, sending his mind reeling into new realms of pony pleasure.

Such a passionate treatment was right out of the romantic fantasies John had harboured ever since meeting Applejack on his second night in Equestria. But why was he now imagining the Element of Honesty with a comely beauty mark on her cheek? Apple Bloom had perky teats and a round, dick stiffening plot — why was her red mane the feature that caught John’s lustful attention? He was being double teamed by two beautiful gals his own age... why did the young man’s mind keep straying to thoughts of much older mares?

In his mind’s eye, John caught a glimpse of his dream woman, lovely beyond compare. Her face was turned away, her body covered by a beautiful gown. She was a pony, but he couldn’t sense a horn or wings... who was this angelic vision? An older mare she was, to be sure — too old for a boy like him, some would say. But with his practised eye for horses, John could tell the lady was still of breeding age. “A foal or two left in her, if she’s paired with the right stud,” as his old ranch boss would say.

Somehow, John knew that this mystery mare was sweet and kind, a splendid partner for any male who might win her. Why wouldn’t she turn and show her face? Instead her tail flagged before him, lifting her skirts and challenging him to identify her from the rear view. John saw creamy offwhite fur, a splendid teardrop of a pussy, and finally a glimpse of the mystery mare’s cutie mark, it seemed to be a pair of cherrie—

Something in John’s unconscious surged, and with an almighty groan into Applejack’s lips he hiked his hips and fired a torrent of fresh sperm up into Apple Bloom’s mouth. Apple Bloom gagged and sputtered on the sudden blast of seed, and the copious male fluid overflowed her lips and flowed down John’s shaft, to spread over his twitching testicles like drizzled icing.

For Apple Bloom, a moment of self doubt was washed away by the heavenly taste of human cum. Whatever the stumbles on the way, she’d made her stallion pop, and the creamy reward was everything she hoped for! She gulped down mouthfuls of John’s hearty load as quickly as she could, only to feel a huge human hand grasp her firmly behind the ears.

Uh-oh... she thought, just in time for her head to be FORCED downwards!

In an instant the fleshy dome of John’s spouting cock was RAMMED against the back of Apple Bloom’s throat, making her cough and gag. Seed spewed from her nostrils, and a tingle shot through her still unclaimed cunt. This must be what Applejack had meant when she sighed longingly out the window and whispered “I miss John, he knows how ta treat me rough...”

Of course, this gentle giant of a human wasn’t consciously trying to cram his dick down Apple Bloom’s too-small gullet. At this point, John was hardly conscious at all! Even as they became covered and caked with their own sticky overflow, his balls throbbed violently and kept doing their work, dragging out his orgasm to obscene length, heedless of the frankly insane demands being placed on their capabilities. Earlier today Moondancer had demanded that John fill an entire pocket dimension with fresh semen... now he was expected to satisfy the cravings of the Apple sisters, as well?

Maybe it was the cake (Actually, it was definitely the cake) but this human was up to the challenge! He came, and came, and came some more, humping his hips into Apple Bloom’s mouth until both body and spirit felt completely drained. Drawing out a deep shudder of relief, he finally lay limp in his chair, letting go of Apple Bloom’s mane and shuddering with every touch of her still eager tongue.

Applejack smiled as she watched John leave Cherry Jubilee’s control and fall helplessly back into the Apple family’s orbit. Beaming with pride, she nonetheless sounded a bit condescending as she observed the mess her sister had made in the dining room. “There ya are, AB, that’s sign of a job well done. Human cum is good fer yer fur. Gulp it all down, now, an’ make sure ta smile at the customer.”

Apple Bloom’s glare at her bossy sister was swiftly replaced by a noisy swallowing sound, one final cough, and a sweet smile at the man whose cock was still spouting the final dregs of his delicious load over her lips and muzzle. “Thanks fer choosin’ Sweet Apple Acres, John!” she chirped. Then, with a naughty wink at the handsome human before her, she added: “An’ thanks fer choosin’ mah face ta nut all ovah!”

“Uh... hahhh...” John merely gave a silly smile as he struggled to catch his breath. His mind was reeling, and not simply from the satisfying climax of Apple Bloom’s unskilled if passionate fellatio. As his post nut clarity dawned, his subconscious had finally assembled the scattered pieces of a revelation long in the coming.

Heedless of the furious activity happening beneath John’s dazed expression, Applejack assumed that he was simply relieved by a satisfying climax after weeks of sub-standard pussy. She cheerfully picked up the human’s still stiff cock in her hooves and playfully slapped her sister’s muzzle with its throbbing girth, sending leftover sperm flying in the air to streak Apple Bloom’s mane and soil her bow. As Apple Bloom scowled and dipped her head to lick clean John’s sperm covered shaft, Applejack leaned in close to her lover’s face, putting on a practised and irresistible smile.

“Jes remember, John,” the beautiful mare murmured seductively, “Sweet Apple Acres ain’t some money grubbin’ business. We’s a family. When things get stiff an’ rigid, an’ difficult ta handle, yew can always count on family ta lend a helpin’ mouth. Now, them 20 bits ain’t gonna be a problem, is it?”

“I—I—...” John simply couldn’t respond. Reeling from Applejack’s mixture of sexual forwardness and blunt romantic rejection, he had stumbled upon an obvious fact, hidden for far too long by his own dense and clueless male nature. This strange new thought took some getting used to, but as the concept took hold of him, he found that it fit his emotions like a glove.

As he woke up to this new reality, John actually began to feel grateful that Applejack had no feelings for him! Lands sakes, what an awkward situation THAT would have been!

For this muddleheaded human finally saw what ought to have been crystal clear for weeks...

He was ALREADY IN LOVE... with Cherry Jubilee!
> The Apple Family Challenge, Round 2: Applejack
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

For several minutes, as his head slowly cleared, John found his unflagging cock treated as Apple Bloom’s personal ice cream cone. She dipped her tongue around his frenulum to scoop up globs of sperm, she mouthed and kissed up and down the shaft to clean it. The pool of spit and cum that had run down to gather between John’s balls was carefully slurped up and swallowed with a smile.

Though John was known for his ever readiness, the spicy apple cake he’d been fed had brought him to a level of virility he’d never experienced before. He felt ready to nut again with each scrape of Apple Bloom’s tender tongue, a hairs breadth away from spouting a fresh fountain of protein all over her mane as she cleaned up the mess she’d made with her first blowjob. All John wanted was to rush back to the Cherry Hill Ranch and pledge his love to Cherry Jubilee... but he couldn’t! Not without the barrel of Apple family cider he’d promised to bring back, and he knew he wouldn’t get one drop of that tasty stuff until he gave both of these whorses a dose of his own “tasty stuff!”

Applejack looked on her little sister kindly, letting Apple Bloom enjoy the delicious reward of getting a human off all by herself. Yet as John began to show signs that he was enjoying his cleanup a bit too much, the older mare knew she had to step in. For two weeks now she’d been waiting for her top stud to return — now it was her turn to get some of that hot human lovin’!

“I see Time Turner and Thunderlane an’ Sheriff Oak chattin’ in the parlour,” Applejack interrupted at last. She gave her sister a friendly pat on the wither as Apple Bloom struggled to swallow the last of John’s sticky load. “Why don’t you go give ’em a good sucklin’ ta warm ’em up, while I take John upstairs? I aim ta remind him why Sweet Apple Acres is the best lil’ whorsehouse in Equestria.”

“Mmm-hmm!” Much as she hated to remove John’s rounded head from between her lips, the thought of musky, unsucked penises motivated Apple Bloom to brush a few drops of human sperm from her muzzle and turn towards the door to the parlour. But she stopped in her tracks when Applejack halted her with a word:

“Ain’t yew fergettin’ somethin, sis? Them stallions out there want ta meet a gal who’s real sweet an’ purdy. John’s different, he’s a bit rough and tumble, don’t care for no makeup or frippery.”

“That I do not, ma’am,” John agreed. “A mouth and a marehood, that’s all I ask for.”

“An’ that’s what we love bout ya,” Applejack smiled. “That an’ yer bits, o’ course, an’ yer big monkey shlong that don’t never seem ta go soft. Anyways, AB, yer puttin’ on yer whorsin’ lipstick right now, an’ no excuses.”

With a scowl, Apple Bloom took a stick of lipstick from her saddlebag and swiped it across her lips. Returning to John’s cock, she used its smooth head as an applicator, smearing it against her lips until they glowed a vibrant, sexy red. A vivid kiss mark stood out on the crown of the human’s stiff and leaking dick.

Meanwhile, Applejack worked at her sister’s back end, fussing at her fine ballroom gown, straightening the hoop skirts and petticoats that had become disarrayed as Apple Bloom frantically clopped herself. John’s dick twitched in Apple Bloom’s reddened mouth as the tomboyish mare was transformed before his eyes into a seductive and sophisticated stallion-eater.

“There ya go,” Applejack nodded at last. “Cute as a button, an’ ready ta drain some pipe.” With a naughty wink at the human, Apple Bloom took her mouth from John’s dribbling manhood, and with a sashay of her hips she bumped open the door to the drawing room.

“Thanks fer waitin’, boys,” John heard her drawl sexily to the assembled stallions within. “Mah sister’s busy with another customer, but let me get ya started with a free glass o’ cider an’ mah sweet schoolfilly mouth.”

“Those stallions won’t know what hit ’em,” Applejack smiled with pride. “Come on up ta mah bedroom, John. I know yer good fer another go.”

“Wouldn’t miss it, AJ.” John replaced his dislodged hat atop his head and followed Applejack up the creaking wooden stairs, admiring her swaying plot as he did. But this lustful distraction proved to be his downfall!  Without warning, Applejack halted on the stairs above him, abruptly thrusting her rump out towards the human. Before he could stop himself, John took one more fateful step forward, and found himself pitching face first into the Element of Honesty’s butt crack!

“Hold it right here, John,” Applejack chuckled. With a tensing of her powerful glutes, she sealed her plot flesh tightly around the human’s head, trapping him in a dark wonderland of humid delights. Though she stood not much taller than the average mare, Applejack boasted an outsized rear capable of utterly encasing the head of a human male! “We gotta talk, an’ this is the most advantageous spot... fer me.”

“Yyyfff, mmmm,” John mumbled politely. Applejack’s fat juicy clit seemed to chase every movement of his tongue, making it impossible to speak clearly. Yet it wasn’t exactly unpleasant down here in the depths... naturally warm and with a sweet, yeasty scent... hell, a man could make himself a home in this comfortable cave!

“Mighty fine ass yer buried in, ain’t it?” Applejack’s voice came through muffled by the sheer volume of her vast orange thiccness. “Finest in Equestria or Earth, I’d warrant.”

“Yyyff, mmm.” Far from boasting, John knew that Applejack was simply stating the honest truth. Even Fifi from Missoula, whose delectable French buns were the toast of Paris, would have to take second place to this priceless pony plot! He blindly reached up his hands and gently squeezed the taut flesh that had him trapped, hoping that a little appreciation would get Applejack to show mercy and allow him his breath.

“20 bits a night fer all o’ this? That’s a bargain, John — why, it’s only 10 bits a buttcheek. Be sensible, now. It’s alright if ya lay with another whorse now an’ agin, fer variety, but ya gotta know all them gals put togethah ain’t as good as me. Nopony is.”

“Nnnn, mmm.” It was difficult to argue the point when John was wearing Applejack’s badonkadonk like a set of fleshy earmuffs. Indeed, it was a proof of John’s love for Cherry Jubilee that he was willing to give this up! His darling only had to ask, and John would stay far away from Sweet Apple Acres and never even peek at Applejack’s ass, ever again!

But she would have to ask, first... John certainly wasn’t going to bring it up!

“A stud like yew deserves mares who’ll treat ya right, an’ yer only gonna find such mares at one location: Sweet Apple Acres.” The tight grip of Applejack’s rump-globes loosened slightly, and at last John was able to pull himself out of the canyon and gasp for air that didn’t come right from a cider scented pony crack. “Are we clear on that?”

“W-well, that’s one mare’s opinion, ma’am,” the flustered John croaked out.

Applejack raised an eyebrow. What had Cherry been feeding this feller, that he was able to stand up to her like this? When it came to misbehaving stallions who didn’t know their place, a brief holiday in Applejack Canyon had never failed to work wonders. King Sombra himself had pledged to surrender and reform, if only Applejack would sit on his face once a month!

“Jes an opinion, John?” Applejack lifted her freckled muzzle and spoke haughtily, trying to hide her bruised ego. “Perhaps so, but one I kin back up with hot, wet facts. Come on up an’ I’ll demonstrate, yew know where the bedroom is.”

John certainly hadn’t forgotten! He drifted up the stairs and smiled as Applejack opened that well oiled door to the place that held so many happy memories for them both. Following the earth pony into her bedroom, John turned to close the door behind him — only to turn back and discover that Applejack’s bed was suddenly occupied!

In no time at all, the eager earth pony had struck a pose which had her laying seductively on her back atop her bed. Her blonde mane was tucked neatly beneath her hat, her head propped on a lace edged pillow. Her powerful legs were lifted and spread wide, framing her juicy and suckable teats, which towered like mountains above a wet and ready gash. A bright pink clit thicker than John’s thumb winked out from its moist home, ready to be sucked by John’s lips and stroked by his fingers. In short, Applejack was sending this simple man a single message — fuck me like one of your human girls!

Back on Earth, certain overly respectable ladies had thought of John as “cute, but dumb” — perhaps so, but he wasn’t *that* dumb! He picked up what Applejack was laying down, immediately! He’d never buttoned his jeans after Apple Bloom’s blowjob, and it took no time at all now to drop them back to his knees as he climbed atop the elder Apple sister’s hardy body.

Gosh, it seemed as if Equestrian mares were built to be put on their backs! Never far from an erection, John was now at maximum rigidity from all the teasing, the fluffing, the magical cake, and of course that full contact faceful of earth pony rump!

Applejack’s lust surged as she felt the familiar weight of John’s body upon hers, his pelvis brushing against her sensitive teats as he blindly humped against her like a stallion in rut. Yet before settling down to enjoy a good plowing, she had one more piece of business to take care of. With John at his mentally weakest, it was time to close the sale once and for all, and make sure John understood the advantages of the Sweet Apple Acres “family meal deal!”

“Apple Bloom’s taken quite a shine to ya, John,” Applejack informed in a sultry tone, snorting hot pony breath up into his savage face. “I know there weren’t much deepthroat action downstairs, but she‘s learnin’ fast. Every time ya come here, she’s gonna suck ya a lil’ bit better. Jes remember that when yew lay out yer whorsin’ budget, alright?”

“You seem to think I’m here for your sister,” John observed. His dick brushed against Applejack’s clit, seemingly seeking out her hole and making her gasp. “My little feller likes marehoods, and he won’t be satisfied without a taste of yours.”

“Oh, is that so?” Applejack raised a naughty eyebrow. “Then why are ya still talkin’ bout it? We Apples don’t hold fer a lot o’ yak, yak, yak, ya know. Though them tourists from Yakyakistan was mighty good lays—ooof!”

Applejack grinned, her teasing had paid off in spades! With one smooth motion John slid his cock past Applejack’s well used cunt lips and buried himself deep in her womb with a loud, wet squelch. “Oh, fuck, I need this so bad,” he groaned.

“You ain’t the only one,” Applejack responded breathily. As John began to take his pleasure, a battle of strengths commenced at their joined crotches. Applejack’s cunt gripped tightly on John’s cock as he slowly, blissfully pulled out, only to push himself back in, balls deep.

John had to admit Applejack was right about one thing: woman or mare, this pussy was the finest he’d had ever felt! The old in-and-out of lovemaking had never been so fine as when John was atop this fine orange lady. Of course, lovemaking wasn’t the right word — there was no love in any of this, which spoiled the fun somewhat. For that truly intimate feeling, John would have to go see his good friend Cherry Jubilee. Oh, Cherry... those beautiful eyes... those soft lips... not that Applejack wasn’t a great lay as well!

Having settled into his work, John plowed his cock down that wet furrow, back and forth. His reward was a genuine moan and an uninhibited grin from the mare beneath her. John’s hips moved in a rough and unpredictable rhythm, his ass lifting up before suddenly plunging down, his balls kissing Applejack’s taut ass with every thrust. His jeans slowly slid down his legs and his thighs trembled as his lithe, powerful body met that of the beautiful cowgirl from another world.

His plan was simple: he aimed to move like this, over and over again, til both were satisfied. Though his activities with Equestria’s ponies differed greatly from his duties on Earth’s ranches, the lessons he’d learned on the range had served him well in bed. Learn your mare. Listen to her needs. Never, ever hurt her.

“Oh, gosh,” Applejack moaned as she was at last reunited with the lengthy humanhood and the hard, unyielding wombfucking she’d been missing. “That’s mah stallion. That’s mah John. Oh, yer so good, so big, an’ ya last ferever.”

“I don’t hold for a lot of yak, yak, yak,” John growled playfully. “I’m here to fuck.” Their roles reversed, John took control atop Applejack’s small yet powerful form, sluicing his dick in and out of her grasping cunt. “Now, if you wanna talk, what was that naughty thing you used to say to me?”

Applejack stifled a giggle. He’d remembered her little kink! Maybe Cherry didn’t have such a hold on him, after all. “Oh, daddy...” she moaned theatrically. “Take me, human daddy... yer so big an’ strong...”

In truth, Applejack was stronger than John, but just barely! Of all the creatures in Equestria, only Celestia herself was better fitted to Applejack’s secret fantasies of being overpowered and conquered!

“That’s my girl.” John reached down and gently wrapped his large, powerful hand around Applejack’s throat — just the way she liked it! She knew she had nothing to fear from this gentle male. Every bit of his strength was oriented towards her pleasure. It was so much fun to let John take control, feel all the stress melt away, and be a good little filly for her human daddy...

Again and again human cock pummelled pony insides, roughly popping in and out of Applejack’s womb. Applejack’s once languid eyes became wild and feral as her body galloped towards her biggest maregasm in weeks. The first time John had hilted himself inside her without instantly succumbing to her earth pony magic, Applejack had been so shocked she’d forgotten to cum. Now she expected that blissful, repeated stretching of her cervix... needed it... craved it!

Still a sweet farm gal beneath her jaded attitude, Applejack had a genuine appreciation for stallions, and usually managed to climax even beneath a lover other mares might find disappointing. But John... what a champion! With his firm body, kind smile, and unrelenting stallionhood, John brought her to peaks she’d never thought possible! And the filthy things he said for her, pressing her hot buttons with utmost skill. John had his own absent father and his own daddy issues, and he knew exactly what poor lonely Applejack wanted to hear.

“Daddy loves you, AJ,” he murmured alongside his slow, powerful mare-mating. “Daddy never wanted to leave you. He’s gonna stay with you and protect you from now on.”

“Aw, fuck... aw, fuck! Fuck me, daddy! FUCK ME, JOHN!” Which part of what Applejack felt was real, what was fantasy, and which was a mixture of the two, the strange alchemy by which a whorse extracted her customer’s bits? To be honest, AJ no longer had a clue!

“Cum for daddy, now,” John ordered in his gentle, horse-soothing voice, taking control as Applejack’s power over herself dwindled. “John wants to see some nice, juicy applesauce squirted on his dick. Show me who owns this marehood. Show me who tamed this wild horse.”

Applejack gasped for breath, losing all control as John powered into her. He was moving slower, staying inside her for several seconds between thrusts. One more pounding slap of his hips to hers, his large human meat taking possession of her clenching insides. “Yes, John, I’m all yers, I’m almost there, jes keep—”

One last thrust.

One final pussy stretching, cock squeezing thrust!

“UNNNGHHH!”

At the very moment of her climax, Applejack tossed her mane and crossed her mighty hind legs around John’s ass, pulling him forward and cramming his dick DEEP inside her! Trapped between applebucking thighs and utterly unable to pull out, John grunted with surprise as the tight seizing of Applejack’s powerful pussy muscles pulled him over the edge along with her, drawing a second load from his balls in record time.

Gasps and snorting, stallion-like exhalations erupted from John’s mouth as his dick was squeezed and mangled like a nearly empty toothpaste tube. He hadn’t expect to cum so soon, nor so hard, but at the moment he didn’t have a single regret! His bubbling seed surged forth into Applejack’s joyous cunt, frothing and pooling in her womb, seeking what every stallion dreams of: an egg to subdue and conquer, mixing Apple family DNA with his own!

Every lovestruck stallion in Ponyville agreed that the lucky male to swell Applejack’s belly would find the sassy courtesan instantly transformed into a sweet and submissive country tradwife, baking pies and sucking hubby’s cock with equal skill. Naturally, such suppositions were nothing but ludicrous male fantasies. Applejack was a career mare through and through, and her birth control was completely foolproof, a mighty spell of protection cast by Princess Twilight herself.

But... you couldn’t blame a guy for trying! Every day, dozens of stallions took their shot at breeding Applejack, and it must be said that John’s attempt came closer than most. By the time Applejack’s human lover had finished gushing his copious load into her cum hungry cunt, that spell of Twilight’s was hanging by a veritable thread!

“Whew, I forgot how fine this pussy was, AJ.” John was barely able to prop himself up by his palms as he knelt atop his lover, her once perfect mane now arrayed around her head, his salty sweat drizzling deliciously over her lips like honey over apples. “Has she learned a new trick since I saw her last?”

“Naw, she’s jes happy ta see her favourite human again.”  With a playful squeeze of her hind legs, Applejack pulled her stud’s body down onto her own. Their cowboy hats touched tenderly, Applejack’s sweaty barrel rubbed against John’s flannel shirt, and even their lips brushed together briefly. Yet for some reason John seemed to turn away from the kiss, as if distracted.

Applejack frowned but decided to forge ahead with her un-subtle seduction of the human. “Now, I ain‘t lettin’ ya get away,” she ordered playfully. “Ya’ll have a good think bout what I said, an’ yer gonna find that Sweet Apple Acres — an’ specifically, mah marehood — is yer natural home. Yer spendin’ the night inside me, an’ I won’t bear any argument.”

“AJ, I-I can’t, I promised Cherry I’d be back with the cider—”

“Eenope.” Applejack’s eyes flashed dangerously at the mention of her rival, and the grip of her hind legs tightened even further — not to mention that cockring of a cervix she had, strangling his shaft like there was no tomorrow! “How ya gonna leave the house when ya can’t even leave mah pussy? I reckon I’ll keep ya inside til Apple Bloom’s done entertainin’ them gentlecolts downstairs, an’ then we’ll see if ya can juggle two Apples at once.”

John opened his mouth to object, but was silenced by the firm touch of a hoof to his lips. “I’m wise ta yer tricks, John, ya handsome, nice smellin’ devil. Yew ain‘t leavin’ til ya promise...” Yet whatever promise John was supposed to make remained unspoken, for Applejack’s head fell back on her pillow and the well fucked mare dropped into a deep sleep in mid lecture.

John gazed tenderly down at Applejack’s snoring muzzle and caressed his lover’s golden mane. “This really was a wonderful surprise,” he whispered, feeling the earth pony’s powerful muscles slowly relax as her sleep deepened. “Golly, AJ, you’d make one hell of a wife. But I swear something’s happening between me and Cherry Jubilee, and I can’t keep patronizing another mare’s brothel. A man ought to stay faithful, after all!”

Although she was unquestionably honest in her intention to trap John between her hind legs, after a good 10 minutes of vigorous snoring and gentle cuddling, Applejack loosened her grip enough to allow John’s still stiff cock to be pulled from her clasping cunt. He had to proceed slowly, as Applejack’s powerful muscles were milking him even as she slept. With every inch he slid out of her, he felt his pleasure mount to a near orgasmic intensity, mere minutes after his first climax inside her.

For the first time in his life John cursed the length of his dick, which ensured a long and arduous process of careful extraction from Applejack’s gratefully seeded and intensely tight horsepussy. Desperately John tried to focus his thoughts on the decidedly un-sexy Mr. Broadbeam, his cigar smoking boss at the Ponyville Mill, hoping that would keep him from the peak of a second climax. But then his thoughts strayed, and he found himself picturing Mrs. Broadbeam instead!

Mrs. Broadbeam was not a pretty mare, in fact she was quite plain. But oh, the look of love she gave her husband when she brought his lunch each day! As she turned to leave she always lifted her tail for him, just a fraction of an inch, hinting at the delights her gruff husband would be enjoying after supper. Golly, if John could only get Miss Jubilee to look at him that way...!

“UNNNGGGH!”

At the thought of Cherry Jubilee bringing him lunch like a proper marefriend, John’s concentration faltered fatally. His dick bucked like a bronco, and he rammed himself right back into Applejack’s snatch, erasing every bit of his progress with one blissful thrust. John bit his hand to avoid crying out and waking his lover as his out of control cock began spewing another load of pearly cream into the sleeping whorse’s already laden womb. Yet before the bubbling pleasure could entirely overtake his mind, he somehow had the sense to pull out of Applejack’s heavenly marehood with a loud slurp and a painful squeeze, definitively putting an end to the night’s second breeding attempt.

Vigorously stroking his sensitive dick, finding his hand a poor substitute for high class Apple-cunt, John decorated Applejack’s mound with the final streamers of his climax, burying that pert lipped pussy beneath a thick glazing of well earned human seed.  Dripping down her clit as it slowly winked in her sleep, the waterfall of human sperm quickly soaked Applejack’s already stained bedsheets. That’d need a couple of washes to get the smell out, John reckoned. (Little did John know, Applejack didn’t want to get his smell out!)

“Gol damn, AJ, you got a grip!” the human grunted through gritted teeth. “You can’t let Cherry have any of this, can ya?” Fortunately, as the last bursts of nut dribbled over his fingers, it seemed as if John’s dick were now finally softening. With Applejack well and truly asleep, he reckoned the time was right for him to grab a barrel of cider and beat a hasty retreat from Sweet Apple Acres.

John wiped the last of his seed beneath Applejack’s sensitive nose, making her shift and smile in her sleep. Rubbing the sensation back into his cramped legs, he was pulling up his jeans when he heard a quiet hoofstep from the hallway and watched Applejack’s well used bedroom door silently swing open.

Naturally, John had nothing to be ashamed of, being caught in the act. Fucking Applejack into a pleasure nap was one of the least shameful things he’d ever done! But if this was one of Applejack’s other customers, they were simply out of luck. The lady was catching her 40 winks, and all business was on hold until she awoke. John would stand by and guard Applejack’s sleep personally, if necessary!

But the sight John saw was not some boorish stallion come to take his turn at “taming” Applejack’s marehood... even worse! The red bow that peeked through the doorway told him that young Apple Bloom had trotted upstairs... and the look in her eyes could only mean one thing:

Little sister wanted what big sister was having!