Cherry Jubilee opens Applejack's eyes to other forms of earning money than just simple farm work, though plowing and seed do play a part in it.
After the events of the “Last Roundup” Applejack's friends may have been wondering how she ever thought that working for Cherry Jubilee could make enough money to pay for the restoration of Ponyville's town hall.
What they aren't aware of is the fact that cherry picking wasn't her only way to make money at the cherry orchard. Let's just say when night falls on Dodge Junction, the stallions know where to go in order to plant some seed.
Tags: anthro, gangbang, loads of cum, mild voyeurism.
Applejack had only one thing on her mind as she raced along the track. “Faster! Gotta go faster!”
The hay toss had cost her some time. The palms of her hands had taken a beating during the roping events. As a result she had slipped up during the toss in the final obstacle course and had to repeat tossing the large bale of hay.
“In the lead for the final event of the Equestria Rodeo is Leaf Runner from Mustangia, closely followed by Applejack from Ponyville!” the announcer's voice boomed over the speakers while the audience cheered loudly.
“Gotta catch up. This is my last chance!” the farm pony thought to herself. She could see the flowing green mane of her opponent in front of her.
She jumped, clearing the last hurdle with a slight tap of hoof against wood. No problem. She had cleared that height a hundred times and it had never fallen.
Then Leaf Runner turned her head. The doubt in her eyes told Applejack that she could catch her, she had to catch her.
Every muscle in her legs protested as she put every ounce of energy left in her into that final sprint and inch by inch she closed in on the leader.
Applejack had always been a hard-working mare, but now her vision blurred as she taxed her tired body beyond its limits. But she couldn't slow down. Everypony back home was counting on her.
Panting heavily, she stubbornly plowed on towards victory and recognized the finish line only when the band caressed her bosom like a gentle lover. Turning her head to the right she could see her opponent half a step behind her.
“Yehawww!” All the pain, all the bad luck and the setbacks were forgotten. She had finally done it.
“The winner is Leaf Runner!”
“What!?” She couldn't believe her ears as the announcement came and looked up in disbelief at the scoreboard. There was her name. Applejack. Second place. Second! Behind her time in seconds was a +1 marked in red. “Plus one?”
With the elation of victory replaced by a cold, hard fear, she looked behind her, panting as if her lungs only now realized that they had some catching up to do. They burned.
Then the realization hit her like a freight train. On her track the crossbar of the final hurdle was lying on the ground. That single bump had caused it to fall and netted her a one second time penalty and ended up costing her the victory.
“Tough luck,” Leaf Runner said while also catching her breath. The mare approached her for a handshake. “It was really close.”
Applejack was bent over resting her hands on her knees. She felt like she was going to throw up. Eventually she pulled herself up, but her eyes remained shaded by the rim of her stetson as to not show the bitter tears standing in them.
“Yeah, congrats,” she finally said with a lump in her throat, returning the gesture.
Probably more than during the victory announcement before, the crowd cheered and began to break into a standing ovation as the announcer commented on the two mares. “That's true sportsmanship, fillies and gentlecolts. Miss Applejack from Ponyville, who was the only pony to enter every single event at the Equestria Rodeo and has become something of a fan favorite, congratulates the victor. Many would have liked to see her honest, hard-working attitude pay off with a final success. But maybe she's stretched herself a little too thin after all. Still this is her applause.”
Yeah, only applause didn't come with prize money. Applause wouldn't fix Ponyville's broken town hall. Applause wouldn't make the disappointed looks of her family and friends upon her return home any less painful.
The awards ceremony was torture. Even though she was showered with ribbons, the one she really wanted, the blue ribbon for first place, always went to somepony else.
“And now the MVP award for the most valuable pony across all disciplines will be handed out by our Canterlot sponsor, Mr. Fancy Pants!”
The Canterlot society pony stepped up onto the stage, handing Applejack the trophy in form of a golden cup. “Congratulations, Miss Applejack,” he said, shaking her hand. For a stallion it was unusually soft, much different from her worn appendage. “I guess you do justice to your name, a jack of all trades.”
“Yet master of none,” she replied bitterly. Receiving the MVP award was nice, but it didn't come with a cash prize, which everypony back home was relying on.
Fancy Pants stopped and regarded her for a moment, yet he had always been a hard one to read, his thoughts seemingly hidden behind that monocle of his. But eventually the corners of his mustache lifted up in a smile. “Well, I have a feeling you're resourceful enough to figure something out. Please do give my regards to Rarity and your other Ponyville friends.”
“Uh, sure. Ah will,” Applejack replied, momentarily a little flustered by the fact that he had actually remembered her from the Canterlot Garden Party a few weeks ago.
“And thus this year's Equestria Rodeo is concluded. Our thanks go to the participants, the helpers and of course you, the audience. Get home safely and we'll see you next year.”
Applejack hardly took note of the final announcement. “What in tarnation am ah gonna do?”
* * *
“Hit me again.”
The bartender of the pub in downtown Canterlot looked at Applejack and the row of empty tankards in front of her with a raised eyebrow. “Don't you think, you've had enough?”
“Don't cha think, that line's kinda old?” AJ grumbled back.
The brown stallion frowned and swept the empty containers off the bar, drawing another mug of hard cider. “Can you pay?”
The farm pony rummaged around in her pockets, only now realizing that the few bits she had brought on this trip for sleeping and living expenses were gone. Looking around, she spotted the MVP trophy by the foot of her stool, picked it up and placed it in front of her. “Trade ya.”
The stallion sneered. “What am I supposed to do with that? Use it as a holder for bar-food?”
Suddenly a few bits were dropped in between them. “I'll pay for it and the usual for myself,” somepony said in a slight country accent that wasn't unlike Applejack's, although it sounded more refined.
The bartender snatched up the bits and placed the mug in front of Applejack. “Right away, Madame Jubilee,” he said, suddenly sounding a lot friendlier, and began mixing a cocktail.
Applejack looked over at the mare. She had a cream-colored coat and a deep red mane, tied up by a golden headband with several cherries stitched into it. Her emerald eyes, accentuated by a beauty mark under the left one, spoke of a mare who had seen a lot in her life, although she didn't look a day older than twentynine. The crimson dress hugged her in all the right places. Her figure was full in all the right places, but her waist still slim.
The mystery mare folded her hands on the bar and rested her chin on them as she gave Applejack a sideways glance. “Do I look good naked?”
“Pardon?” Applejack asked flummoxed.
“You were undressing me with your eyes, dear.”
Applejack began to blush and tipped her hat. “Ah'm mighty sorry. Ah was just wondering whether we'd met somewhere before.” Clearly they hadn't. Applejack had never met somepony with that kind of an aura. “Thank ya kindly for the drink, by the way. Miss … ?”
“Cherry Jubilee,” the mare replied as the bartender placed a cherry martini in front of her. “Although most ponies call me Madame Jubilee.”
“Ah'm Applejack.”
“I know,” Madame Jubilee replied with a smile, picking up the cherry by the stem and stirring her drink with it. “I saw you at the rodeo.”
“Ah see. Well, here's to ya.” Lifting the cider mug to her lips, Applejack tilted her head and drank it down in one go. She sighed, when she finally put it down and wiped a few drops that had spilled over from the corner of her mouth.
“My, that's an impressive draw,” Cherry commented, taking a sip from her own drink. “I guess whatever you do, you do it seriously.”
The farmer from Ponyville gave her a self-deprecating smile. “If that were true, ah would have won at least one event and didn't have to drown mah sorrows in this dump.” The bartender gave her a venomous look. “Uh, no offense. Anyway, ah was supposed to bring back the prize money to help mah town.”
“Well, that's a shame. What are you gonna do about it?”
“Ah don't know. Ah guess, ah'll have to get the money some other way.”
There was a bit of silence as Madame Jubilee continued to drink. “I do admit that I'm not here by chance. I was actually looking for you.”
“Oh?”
She nodded, looking Applejack up and down. Now it was her turn to be undressed by another's eyes. Not that there was much to undress. In order not to be restricted in the rodeo, she had worn a plaid shirt, knotted under her breasts to leave her stomach exposed and a pair of tight-fitting jeans. It wasn't so much to draw attention. It simply was her usual way to dress for farm work.
Madame Jubilee laid a hand on her arm. “Would you mind flexing your muscles for me?”
Applejack shrugged and did as she was asked. Years of manual labor had left an impact on her upper body strength, though she was by no means bulky. Her biceps had texture rather than raw mass.
“Oh yes, that's wonderful. There's not a hint of excess fat on that beautiful body of yours, is there?”
She jumped a little as Madame Jubilee's delicate fingers trailed down her side, caressing her stomach as they lovingly felt the hint of a six-pack. Beautiful wasn't a word Applejack was used to hearing in relation to herself. Sure, ponies praised her for her honesty, work ethics and dependability. But physical beauty wasn't among the virtues she usually associated with herself. “Uh … erm … not that ah'm not flattered or anything … but ah don't really swing that way,” she finally said with a blush.
Madame Jubilee chuckled and withdrew her hand. “Neither do I. Actually I was just admiring your strength. I own a cherry orchard in Dodge Junction. The reason I came to see the rodeo was to look for new farm hands. I'd like to hire you.”
Applejack blushed even more due to the misunderstanding and turned away. “Right, sorry. 'Scuse me while ah find a deep hole to sink into.”
“Oh, don't be embarrassed. The way I see it, you're looking for an opportunity to make some bits and I'm looking for a hard worker. It's a win-win situation. I do pay quite well and there's even opportunities to … make some money on the side.” The way she emphasized that last part and that smile of hers, which seemed to be just a little devious, worried Applejack. But at the same time it was also a little intriguing. She had never met a mare like this. Her eyes seemed to be inviting, promising things beyond a mere business proposal, yet not giving away what those actually were.
Then there was the practical side of things. Here she was, at the bottom of the barrel so to speak, and being offered a chance to fulfill her promise to Ponyville after all. Was there really any good reason to refuse? Perhaps it was curiosity. Perhaps it was wanting not to come home ashamed of herself or simply the alcohol consumed this evening. But Applejack had made up her mind.
The train ride over to Dodge Junction the next morning was uneventful. Although the two mares had a compartment to themselves, there was little talk as Madame Jubilee pulled some papers out of her bag and began to look them over, occasionally taking some notes with a fountain pen. “Terribly sorry, dear. But being the owner of one of the largest plantations between Canterlot and Appleloosa does have its downsides.”
Applejack understood perfectly well. Even the Apple farm, as small as it was, required a lot of paperwork to fill out. Taxes, sales, orders. With Granny Smith struggling to even read all that stuff without her glasses, it usually fell to her and Big Mac to keep the books. And even though her brother was good with numbers, he had no head for advertisement. She didn't even want to imagine what it would be like to also have to keep track of employees other than the occasional helper as well.
So instead she watched the landscape fly by as the gently rocking train followed the tracks. Appleloosa wasn't far. Maybe if time permitted it, she'd have the chance to pay her cousin Braeburn a visit.
Lowering her head, she realized that thinking of her family had been a mistake. There was little in the world more important to her. But that was exactly the reason why she couldn't face them.
At the very least she didn't want them to worry, however. So she took a piece of paper and began to compose a letter with a ballpoint pen.
Dear Big Macintosh, Granny Smith and Apple Bloom …
No, that wasn't gonna work, she thought as she crossed out the line. She never called them so formally. They'd know immediately that something was up.
Dear family and friends …
Better.
I'm sorry to say that …
That what? She'd failed? That she was a colossal screw-up? That she wouldn't be able to keep her promise, that she had essentially lied? She crossed out the line again.
Things didn't work out as planned …
Although I did manage to win the MVP award …
Please convey my regrets to Mayor Mare on account that …
I fucked up! Okay?
Please don't hate me …
I'm taking a temporary job, because …
She crumpled up the piece of paper angrily and stuffed it into the ash tray that was laid into her arm rest. She was about to go looking for another blank one, when she noticed Madame Jubilee silently holding one out to her. She was still focused on her own reading.
“Thanks,” Applejack said as she took it. There was a watermark in the form of a cherry on it and on closer inspection, she could smell the scent of perfume. Scented stationery paper. Now there was a concept the simple farmer had never even considered.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she leaned her head against the head rest. Finally she looked at the paper again and began to write.
Family and friends, not coming back to Ponyville. Don't worry, will send money soon.
Seemed like such a waste of this good paper for those three short lines. She folded the paper and carefully ripped it in half along the crease, continuing on the lower half.
I wasn't able to win a single event at the Equestria Rodeo, but I'm going to make it right and make good on my promise. I've met a very interesting mare and I'm going to work for her for a bit. I just couldn't come home, knowing that all I would do would be to disappoint you all. I know that I'm lying by omission, but this is something I have to do. Once I've earned the money to pay for the restoration of city hall, I'll give you this second half of the letter and I can only hope that you'll forgive me in time for being such a loser.
Your granddaughter/sister/friend, Applejack
She put the first half into an envelope and addressed it to the Apple family, intending to send it off at the station, once she got off the train. The second half she folded up and put into the back pocket of her jeans, intending to hang on to it until she had paid off her debt.
Madame Jubilee still seemed caught up in her work, so the farmer drew her stetson over her eyes and leaned back. The rocking motion of the train helped her to fall asleep easily. As she dreamed of home, she wondered how long it would be until she could go back or if indeed she could ever go back.
* * *
Dodge Junction felt very much like Appleloosa, a quiet little town on the frontier, surrounded by harsh desert plains. It had only been a few decades since ponies had started carving out a live for themselves in this part of Equestria. Overpopulation in central Equestria had led them here.
There was an air of new beginnings about all of it. Nopony asked where you came from, as long as you were willing to buckle down and do a hard day's work. In a sense it was exactly what Applejack needed right now.
The wooden houses and dust continually kicked up from the dirt roads gave everything a monotone brown. But at the very edge of town there was a stretch of green. Madame Jubilee's cherry orchard was the biggest source of employment around. What was left of the morning after the train ride, was spent on being introduced to her co-workers.
Applejack wasn't that great at remembering names and faces outside of her family and close friends. Luckily she had a failsafe strategy that had treated her well over the years. She had found that almost nopony took offense to being called 'sugarcube,' so that was her way to avoid awkwardness until she had remembered all the new names.
“And this is Golden Dawn,” Jubilee introduced the yellow pegasus mare at the cherry sorting station.
“Nice to meet you,” she greeted Applejack, managing to smile and look up without in any way slowing down at sorting the yellow and red cherries coming toward her on the conveyer belt.
“Likewise,” Applejack replied politely, hoping that they were finally done.
“Uhm, Madame Jubilee. I have a favor to ask.” So even the senior employees called her that.
“What is it, dear?”
Golden Dawn fidgeted a bit, holding her arms in front of her ample bosom, which made them jiggle a bit. She sure did fill out that apron, even AJ had to admit that much. “I was hoping to get tonight off.”
Madame Jubilee frowned. “Dawn, you're my best … “ She glanced at Applejack, obviously catching herself in her choice of wording. “... night worker. Whatever for? I always felt that you enjoyed the work.”
“But I do,” she quickly reassured. “It's just that my little brother has a judo tournament this evening and I want to cheer him on. Pleeeaaasse?”
As Jubilee closed her eyes and thought about that, Applejack sensed a chance. Picking up an additional shift would mean more money, not to mention that she was always ready to help out somepony for family related reasons. “Ah could take her shift,” she offered.
Madame Jubilee looked her over and once again Applejack had that uneasy feeling of being naked in front of that penetrating gaze. “No. I appreciate the enthusiasm. But I don't use ponies for this specific task until they've acclimated themselves.” Golden Dawn's expression visibly fell, but Jubilee lifted her chin up with one finger. “It's alright, dear. Go and be there for your brother. I'll take over the night shift today.”
The mare beamed at her and nodded. “Thank you, Madame Jubilee. Serin will be so happy to hear that.”
As Applejack exited the processing building with Jubilee, she also smiled. Things had gone so fast that she hadn't really had the time to form an opinion on her new boss. “That was mighty kind of you.”
“But … ?” she asked, sensing what remained unsaid.
“Nuthin',” AJ replied, scratching her cheek. “Ah just didn't think of you as the hands-on type until now.”
Jubilee smirked. “It's true. Nowadays I mostly work the administrative side of things, but when I started this orchard, I used to get my hands dirty on a regular basis. It's hard, building a business from nothing and I had to get creative to supplement my income over the first few years. I only do it for fun now, but it's a good way for the younger mares to make some extra bits.”
There was something fishy about the way she had phrased that, but AJ was more interested in the possibility to earn extra cash. “What exactly does the night shift entail?”
“Patience, my dear. You'll know soon enough. For today you can work the south fields. They need to be harvested. I hope it's not too much for you.”
Applejack gave her a confident look. “Applebucking's my specialty. Cherries ain't that different.”
“Good,” Jubilee said, turning towards the main building. “Somepony will make the rounds later, handing out sandwiches for lunch. Dinner is at the main building at six. I'll have your luggage brought to your room.”
* * *
“Ya done goofed, youngin.”
“But Granny, ah did my best. Doesn't that count for anything?” Applejack pleaded with Granny Smith.
“Doing one's best doesn't fix the roof,” Mayor Mare said with a stony expression next to her.
The two older mares turned their backs on her. “Please! Ah'll come up with some other way to get the money. I promise.” But whatever she said, neither of them reacted.
Suddenly there was a sharp pain in her thigh and she looked down to see Apple Bloom's face. “You said, you'd win.” Apple Bloom had actually punched her.
“But look at all those ribbons,” Applejack defended herself, holding out the trophies in both her hands.
Apple Bloom looked at them with disgust. “Ah see every color here but blue. Mah big sister is a champion. You're not her. Ah have no big sister.”
“But ah am yer big sister, AB!”
“No, she's quite right,” Twilight, suddenly appearing next to the young filly, pointed out calmly. “Applejack is somepony who keeps her promises. So logically you can't be our Applejack.”
“But look at these!” Yet when she reached out her hands to show off the ribbons once again, they turned to dust, running through her fingers like her broken promise. Applejack looked up, but there was only darkness around her. “Twi? Apple Bloom!? Granny!”
She began to run, but nothing changed. It was as if she was trapped in this place. Alone and with nopony to listen to her side of the story.
Suddenly she stopped, recognizing the red stallion in front of her. “Big Mac,” she uttered, taking a step forward and reaching for him. “You believe me, right? It's me. Your little sister.”
His green eyes, usually so soft and calming, were hard like emeralds, silently accusing her of her failures.
“Can't you forgive me? Can't you give me another chance?”
With one word he shattered her plea for somepony, anypony to support her. “Nope.” And then he vanished into the darkness like the others had done, leaving her completely alone.
“Big Macintosh!” Applejack raced forward, hoping against hope to catch him, to hold onto him and make him understand. But there was nothing there. So she kept running.
Thump!
“Urgh!” She flailed wildly to untangle herself from the bed sheet after landing hard on the floor.
It took a moment of just lying there to make sense of the unfamiliar surroundings. Right, this was the room she had been assigned to, her new life at Madame Jubilee's orchard.
“Dangit, a dream,” she finally voiced her realization to nopony in particular. It was a good thing that Madame Jubilee seemed to have high standards when it came to the comfort of her workers. She hadn't expected to have a room to herself.
Just as well, she thought. Would have made for a pretty lousy first impression, had she fallen out of bed in front of a new roommate.
Stepping over to the washbasin, she looked into the mirror. The streaks across her face were rather obvious. She had been crying while asleep. This definitely would have given off the wrong impression.
Angrily she washed her face. She couldn't afford to be homesick right now. She just had to come up with the money. Then maybe, just maybe, everypony back home could forgive her.
Looking at the bed, she decided that she didn't feel like going back to sleep and walked over to the window instead. It was still dark outside. A glance at the clock told her that it was just after midnight.
“Maybe some fresh air will do me some good,” she reasoned and slipped into her jeans. Since it seemed unlikely that she would run into anypony this late, she left the bra in the laundry basket and simply drew the knot in her shirt a little tighter than usual.
The cool night air calmed her uneasy mind as she took a walk across the yard. The only sounds were the chirping of the crickets and a lonely barn owl hooting somewhere in the trees.
But at the same time the serenity of the night got her thinking again. This new job paid well. Lodgings and food were even included. Still it would take weeks, if not months, to come up with the money she needed.
A long sigh spread out in front of her. There was no sense in belaboring this point any more than she had done already. She'd just have to get her head down and work hard.
“Ahhn!”
“Huh?” A strange noise had brought her walk to a sudden halt. It sounded like a pony voice. Then she remembered that there was this night shift Madame Jubilee had talked about. So there would have to be workers still about even at this hour.
“Mhm.”
Hearing this second, more muffled sound, Applejack frowned. As far as she could make out, it was coming from the barn just ahead. But she knew from her tour of the plantation that it wasn't actually being used for any work-related matter at the moment.
The free space in front of the barn door was surrounded by bushes on all sides, another indication that it wasn't actually being used to store anything here. Otherwise there would be a wider path leading up to it.
A single oil lamp was hanging next to the double doors and illuminating the space. Then she saw them. There were two ponies kissing, one pressing the other against the building.
Applejack saw a red and white checkered blanket on the ground next to them. Had they snuck back to this deserted place to have a romantic picnic perhaps? Then again the only thing on the blanket were two rather large, but empty cider mugs.
Now she realized that the sounds she had been hearing wear moaning as the stallion kissed the mare while rubbing her flank with one hand. With a blush the farmer turned around to leave. As an employee here she probably ought to tell these two to leave the property, but it just didn't seem right. They weren't hurting anypony, after all.
“My, you're eager tonight. Takes me right back to our younger days,” the mare said with a giggle after breaking the kiss.
For the second time that night Applejack froze in her tracks as she recognized the voice. “Madame Jubilee?” she whispered under her breath. Sure enough, when she turned around again, it was her new boss.
“Hm, the rodeo always had an invigorating effect on me. Young bodies at their peak, competing in an honest manner with one another. It's a welcome change from the stuffy Canterlot society I tend to be surrounded by,” the stallion said. He picked up a lock from her mane and twirled it around his finger playfully. “Though I hadn't expected to see you here tonight.”
“I'm filling in for Dawn. Sorry for not providing a more youthful body, Fancy.”
Applejack almost gasped. She could only see part of the stallion's face, because his back was turned to her the whole time, but the hint of a mustache had already gotten her thinking. I couldn't be, but now that he turned his head a little and the monocle gleamed slightly in the lamp light, there was no denying it. It was Fancy Pants!
“No need to be sorry at all, my dear,” he said lightly, speaking with the comfortable tone of someone who had known her for a long time and brushed the cloth over her chest aside to reveal one perfect breast. When he pinched her nipple, he was rewarded with a slightly higher-pitched moan than before. “I do enjoy a mature body and yours is still firm in all the right places.”
“Are you calling me old, you scoundrel?” Jubilee asked in mock annoyance. “I might be well into my thirties, but at least I'm not pushing fifty and going out with a twenty-something model like a certain somepony.”
“I meant no disrespect,” he placated while moving her breast in a circular motion with his palm. “Good wine needs to be aged properly, before it unfolds its full bouquet. Besides Fleur doesn't have your … qualities.”
They were really going at it over there and Applejack swallowed hard, only now realizing that her mouth was dry from staring at them in astonishment. Even more than before she realized that she probably shouldn't be here. But she simply couldn't tear her eyes away.
Then it happened. Madame Jubilee's eyes met hers. Oh, crud! I'm so screwed, she thought to herself. But for some reason Jubilee didn't cry out. She simply looked at her latest employee with that curious gaze of hers that always seemed to be assessing you. Then her lips curled into a smile.
“Ah!” It only lasted for a moment, because then she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Fancy Pants had put his mouth over her tit and begun to suck at it.
Applejack's heart was beating a mile a minute as she ducked behind the bushes. Had she just imagined that? If there was ever a time to escape, it was now. Once again she made up her mind only to be stopped by a rustling sound next to her. “What now?”
“Oh, looks like this party already started,” a gruff voice said as two more stallions walked up to them.
Once again curiosity overcame her better judgment as AJ looked at the new arrivals and recognized one of them as Donut Joe.
“Don't worry, Joe. We're just warming up,” Jubilee said, apparently unperturbed by the fact that her alone time with Fancy Pants had just been interrupted. “Who's your friend?” she asked, licking her lips. “A new customer?”
Customer? Was this … ? Was she implying … ? No matter how she looked at it, all her cryptic remarks from earlier suddenly made sense. So this was what the 'night shift' was.
The stranger with a brown hat and poncho inclined his head and answered her in a dusty voice. “I heard this was the place to have some fun around here.”
“If you can pay,” she replied with a seductive look. “Perhaps you would like to inspect the goods first.” She gave Fancy Pants the slightest of nods and he picked up on it almost immediately.
The Canterlotian moved around her as she took a step forward and slowly unzipped the back of her red dress. He sensually pulled it down along her body from her shoulders to her ankles, lingering a few times along her curves.
Madame Jubilee stood there, smiling, now only wearing a red corset with black lace that covered her mid-section, but left her breasts and hips bare. It was connected with garters to her thigh-high black nylons. Fancy Pants had been right. Her body was perfect, her D-cups firm and perky despite the size and while she wasn't exactly slim, her figure could only be called seductively curvey.
“Fifty bits for a party extraordinaire, stud.” She said it with such ease. “You in or out?”
The stallion remained silent for a minute, then his brown mane suddenly poofed in a way that seemed physically impossible, an effect Applejack had only seen with Pinkie Pie so far, and revealed a broad grin on his face. He caught the hat that had been sent flying by his mane in one hand and held it out to her. There was a bag of bits inside. “Let's get this party started. Name's Cheese Sandwich, by the way.”
Wordlessly Donut Joe added his payment as well. Madame Jubilee raised an eyebrow at Fancy Pants, who grinned back at her. “Just put it on my tab. You know I'm good for it.”
She sighed, crossing her arms underneath her breasts, which rather emphasized them as was evident by the three stallions' stares. Even Applejack had a hard time not to look at them. “Just for you, honey. But only because you were my first customer way back, when I first started out. Then she winked and, miming a gun with her fingers, aimed at Cheese Sandwich. “Alright, pardner. Draw!” she said while pretending to shoot him.
“Don't worry. I came prepared,” he replied with a grin and swept his poncho aside. Applejack almost gasped in her hiding place. He wasn't wearing anything underneath it and he was already rock-hard!
“Looks like I lose,” Jubilee said jokingly as she knelt down in front of him and lovingly closed her fingers around the veiny shaft, although they didn't quite reach all the way around it. “Your weapon is bigger than mine.”
Smooch.
She gave the tip a wet kiss while Fancy Pants and Donut Joe began to loosen their pants and pull out their own members. Even as she wrapped her lips around Cheese's tip, her hands sought out the other two and she began pumping them.
Applejack began to wonder, if she was ready to do the same thing. Madame Jubilee was taking on all three of them at the same time and in doing so had just earned 150 bits. It was more than a week's pay for a farmhand.
Without even realizing it, her hand wandered down, unbuttoning her jeans and slipping into her panties. “Damn,” she muttered. Although she wasn't proud of it, there was no denying that watching the four of them had gotten her wet.
Her ears twitched, hearing the slurping noises Jubilee made while sucking Cheese off and Applejack began tracing the outline of her slit with two fingers. She couldn't believe her own body was this eager to try it for herself.
Her brain, which should have been the moderating influence here, was blinded by the idea of making this much money in just a single night. “Uhn.” She stifled a moan as she pushed one finger into herself. If she wasn't careful, she'd be caught for sure.
Jubilee drew her head back for a moment as she circled her tongue around Cheese's tip and looked up at him playfully. Leaning her head sideways, she ran her tongue along the entire length of his shaft, which caused the stallion to shudder. “Enjoying yourself?” she asked, purposefully breathing against his sensitive tip as she did so.
“Ugh, very much so. I should come this way more often,” he replied.
“Please do. I'm always looking to increase our customer base.” Then Jubilee opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue.
Taking full advantage of the invitation, Cheese Sandwich grabbed her head and pushed his rod past her lips as far as he could. He stopped, apparently enjoying the feeling of his member hitting the back of her throat and fully savoring it. Jubilee gave no sign that she was uncomfortable in any way in this position.
“Nff,” Applejack grunted. By now she had pushed another finger into herself and she could feel the heat through it. She'd also taken off her hat and bitten down on the rim to muffle her voice, though the wet sloshing of her masturbation could still be heard. Just why was the thought of selling her own body for money making her so horny?
At least the sound of Cheese Sandwich bucking Jubilee's mouth, as he began to move his hips back and forth with a measured rhythm, drowned out any noise Applejack was making behind the bushes.
Joe had placed one hand on her wrist, causing her to go faster in jerking him off as he watched the spectacle before him. Fancy Pants was squeezing her shoulder, groaning as his hips moved in conjunction with her hand-job.
Applejack could feel the heat spreading through her entire body now and in addition to masturbating, kneaded one of her breasts over her shirt with the other hand.
“Ugh, Madame Jubilee,” Joe said in an almost pleading tone. “I can't take it anymore.”
Stopping to move in sync with Cheese, she looked at him with a smile. “Lay down.”
That was another thing Applejack admired about her. With just two words she was able to command a stallion two heads taller than her, as Joe obediently laid on his back on the blanket.
Climbing on top of him and positioning her hips over his, she licked the index and middle finger of her right hand sensually. Then she used them to spread her glistening sex, lining up her entrance with his tip.
Even from back here AJ could see the pink insides, at least until she lowered herself ever so slowly onto him and enveloped his pride fully.
Joe closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment while placing his hands over her cutie marks. Meanwhile Fancy Pants had knelt behind her and was now carefully lifting up her tail, giving her a questioning glance.
Madame Jubilee simply looked back at him over her shoulder and gave him a wink. Were they gonna … ?
Applejack increased her hand movements even more, when she realized they were really going for it. Using his magic, Fancy Pants coated his stallionhood in some kind of lube and began pressing the tip against her anus. She's taking them both at the same time. One in her pussy and one in her ass. This is double penetration, Applejack thought to herself in awe.
“Ohhh!” Jubilee craned her neck back as he pushed slowly into her and it wasn't just the tip. It was going all the way in, yet she seemed to enjoy it. There was no sign of pain on her face, only pleasure.
When she opened her eyes again, Cheese's cock was right in front of her. “Ready to continue here as well?” he asked with a grin.
Applejack realized that she was actually eager to continue watching them do it in this position, when suddenly a pair of hands seized her around the waist from behind and the stetson fell from her mouth in surprise.
“What in tarn … mph!?” She didn't get to finish her exclamation as yet another hand was pressed over her mouth.
Applejack struggled to get free, but there was nothing she could do as she was outnumbered. She could feel herself being lifted up and carried into the clearing in front of the barn.
“Woah, we got a lively one here,” the second voice laughed while she kicked ineffectively at the air.
“Madame Jubilee! You were holding out on us. If we'd known there was a new girl coming tonight, we'd have brought nylons and chocolates.”
Jubilee looked at Applejack with a stern expression that only slightly failed to do its job due to the fact that Cheese's cock was pressing against her cheek. AJ wasn't really sure whether she was angry at her for spying on them or for getting caught.
“Flim, Flam,” she finally said with a calm voice. “She's actually not part of the night shift yet. So kindly let go of her.”
Applejack could feel her captors stiffen momentarily and then she was set down, her hooves touching the ground again. She took a deep breath, when there was no longer a hand pressed over her mouth.
The first stallion walked around her and into the light with an apologetic expression. He looked kind of gangly and had a red mane with a white streak in it. Taking off his straw hat and holding it in front of him, he said: “I am very sorry about that, Miss.”
The other stallion, who looked very similar, only this one had a mustache, handed her back the stetson that had fallen to the ground. “Yes, my brother and I misjudged the situation. Please accept our apologies.”
“Uh, that's alright,” Applejack forgave them, taking back her hat and fidgeting with it for a bit. “No harm done, ah suppose. And it's kinda mah own fault.”
Madame Jubilee was still staring at her in silence. Damn, Ah'm such an idiot, AJ thought to herself. Ah blew it. Forget picking up extra work. She's probably gonna fire me now.
But then it was Fancy Pants who spoke up. “So you did approach her after all.”
“Hm, since you suggested it.” Jubilee sighed and looked Applejack directly in the eye. “I told you that I don't offer ponies this kind of work until they've become accustomed to the plantation. I don't want them to feel pressured into doing this. It's important to me that it's their choice.”
Fancy Pants chuckled. “Looks to me like she's made her choice already,” he said with a smirk, looking at her unbuttoned pants.
Jubilee's expression softened. “Well, maybe she is ready. So how about it, Applejack? Nopony is gonna stop you from leaving, as long as you promise not say anything about what you saw here tonight. Or … you could stay.”
Applejack bit her lip, blushing and looking away. She had to make a decision now. If she were to stay, there would be no turning back. Was she prepared for this? Applejack blocked everything else out for a moment.
This body of hers. She'd trained it, honed it through years of manual labor and she was proud of it. It was supposed to grant her victory at the rodeo, but it didn't. Then Madame Jubilee had shown her appreciation for it and was now offering this opportunity. Between using her body to win prize money and taking money from stallions who would appreciate it, was there really that much of a difference?
She knew that she desperately needed the money. If only her body could tell her whether or not it was okay. Shifting her weight, she could feel the wet spot in her panties and the heat between her thighs and realized that her body had in fact given its answer already.
She swallowed hard and decided to be honest with herself and with Madame Jubilee. “If ya don't mind my inexperience, ah'd like to give it a try.”
No sooner had she finished that statement than two jingling purses were deposited in the upturned hat in her hands. A hundred bits, just like that. Amazing, she thought and looked to her left and right at the two gently smiling stallions. “Thank you for your patronage.”
“Well then. Flim and Flam, please show her the ropes,” Jubilee said. Having her here was somehow comforting. The atmosphere was a lot different than what she would have expected it to be.
“Let's see what we got here,” Flam said, loosening the knot in AJ's shirt to reveal her breasts. “Very nice.”
“Hm!?” She was a little surprised, when he kissed her, since she'd never kissed a pony with a mustache before. It didn't feel so bad, though, as his facial hair tickled her upper lip and so she opened her lips. He seemed to be smiling as his tongue explored her mouth.
Meanwhile Flim had come up behind her and took off her shirt. His hands cupped her mounds and while one lingered there, the other made its way further down, stroking her exposed stomach.
“Do you know the rules of Madame Jubilee's Barn of Lust?” he whispered in her ear.
“No, what are they?” she asked, breaking the kiss for a moment.
“There's only two. Number one, nopony talks about what happens here.”
Seemed sensible enough. “What about the other one?”
He answered while his hand moved further down and the anticipation as he reached her panties gave her goosebumps. “Have fun.”
As Flim pulled down her jeans to her ankles, Flam lifted her chin with one finger to make her look at him. “So what do you enjoy most about sex, honey?”
Even before her brain had formulated the answer, her hand had already moved to his groin and was feeling the tightness in his pants. “I like cocks, lots and lots of cocks.”
He looked fairly amused at that answer. “You're pretty blunt, aren't you?”
“What can ah say?” she asked a little impishly, getting more and more into the moment and stroking his pride. “Ah'm a pretty honest kinda gal.”
As Flim pressed in on her from behind again, she could feel his tip brush against her plot. “If you love them so much, then where do you want them?” he asked, taking her wrist and leading it towards him.
She began to rub it, her body acting free and unbound by the worries of the last few days. “Everywhere,” she said breathlessly, giving Flam another hot kiss and looking at him with her best bedroom eyes. “Ah want to feel them in mah pussy and mah ass. You can use mah mouth, too.”
“Then let's stop wasting time,” Flam declared and the two stallions lowered her onto the blanket. Flam pulled off her jeans the rest of the way. Applejack lifted her legs up to make it easier for him to relieve her of her panties. Noticing the wet spot, he sniffed at them for a moment. “I almost wanna keep them as a souvenir.”
Applejack felt like she should be embarrassed by that, but another thought pushed itself into the foreground. “Ten bits and they're yours,” she said, licking her lips.
Flam looked back at her in surprise, but Flim, who had knelt down next to her head, simply laughed. “I love a mare with a sense for business.”
“Hm, so do I,” his brother eventually agreed with a chuckle. He took out a few coins and tossed them into Applejack's nearby hat with the rest of the money. Then he carefully folded the panties and placed them in his considerably lighter pocket.
“Thank you for yer patronage,” she said with a naughty smile and spread her legs wide to emphasize her point.
“Pleasure doing business,” he responded and took hold of her legs. Moving forward, he lined up his tip with her entrance.
Flim cleared his throat and looked down at her. Applejack turned her head and saw his hard member hovering in front of her face.
“Don't ya worry, sugarcube,” she assured him with a wink. “Ah haven't forgotten about you.” Closing her lips around his tip, she began to suck on it.
Even more aroused by that sight, Flam slowly pushed into her wet folds. Applejack moaned and shuddered in delight as she felt his length enter her and a pleasant warmth spread throughout her insides. “Guh, damn, she's tight.”
“And a good cocksucker, too,” Flim added, having felt the vibration in his member transmitted over her tongue. “Take it a little deeper, will you?”
Applejack looked up at him while moving her head forward and moving her tongue to please different spots along the shaft. Hitting on an idea, she angled her head slightly, so the tip brushed against the inside of her cheek.
Meanwhile Flam had shifted his weight forward, fucking her with prolonged strokes. Her body felt like it was growing hotter as he penetrated her deeply. Every now and then he reached around her leg, running his thumb over the clit.
Every time she took the cock in her mouth a little deeper in response. This was heavenly. She could simply stop worrying about her duties and responsibilities and just be in the moment.
“Sorry we're late,” a voice said, announcing more patrons entering the clearing. “The Appleloosa Express ran a little late tonight.”
Appleloosa? She knew that voice! Letting go of Flim's member, she looked over towards the new arrivals in horror. She knew all three of them. It was Sheriff Silver Star, the buffalo chief Thunderhooves and “Braeburn!?”
At the mention of his name, the earth pony stallion blinked and looked over at her. Then he jumped. “Cuz!?”
Noticing that her partners had stopped, Madame Jubilee raised her head. “Oh, so you two know each other. How nice.”
Geez! And thus far Applejack had taken Jubilee for an observant and subtle mare. Then again it was entirely possible that she'd said it on purpose to lighten the mood. Only it didn't seem to work very well as the two cousins stared at each other in silence.
Applejack squinted. “First rule of Madame Jubilee's Barn of Lust … “
“... nopony talks about what happens here,” he finished for her without missing a beat.
“So we're agreed then?”
“Yep.”
Applejack heaved a huge sigh of relief. It looked like they wouldn't have a problem. This could have turned ugly fast.
“So, what'll it be for you three tonight?” Jubilee asked, still unperturbed by the strange twist of fate her latest worker had just come face to face with.
“Sheriff Silver Star and I have come to an agreement,” Chief Thunderhooves declared gravely in his booming voice to which the sheriff simply nodded. “I get to call dibs on some ass tonight.”
“Is that so? Unfortunately as you can see, somepony else has already claimed one plot.” Fancy Pants gave him a cheeky grin as he was still humping her rear and he didn't look like he was gonna be done anytime soon. “But I seem to have overheard that my assistant tonight just loves cocks. Isn't that right, dear?” she asked with a concealed smile and a raised eyebrow in AJ's direction.
She scratched her cheek. That's some selective hearing you've got there, boss. “Ah guess we got room for one more over here?” She gave Flim and Flam a questioning look and they nodded.
“Very good,” the chief declared, walking over and dropping the required payment into her hat.
Flam grabbed her cheeks and lifted her up while the buffalo got undressed. Applejack's eyes grew wide, when she saw him, though. He was HUGE! At least twice the size of any stallion she had ever seen. “Now hang on just a second there, ah'm not sure that's actually gonna … woah, nelly!”
As Thunderhooves positioned himself underneath her, she was incredibly grateful at Flam for lowering her slowly onto him and at Flim for providing some much needed lubrication with his magic.
Still it felt somehow like she was slowly being skewered as she held her breath. With every inch she could feel her eyes roll back further into the back of her head. Since Flam hadn't pulled out, she felt more full than she had ever been. “Hah … hah … it's in.”
“Hm, yes, you're very good,” the chief said, keeping his hips in place and stroking her stomach to give her some time to adjust. “You know what they say, right? Once you go buffalo, you never go back.”
“Ah can see why.” Applejack leaned back, resting her upper body on his broad chest and looking at Flam, who was still holding up her legs. He was waiting for her as well, although it was clear that he was eager to start up again. Without having to look, she reached out her right hand to resume Flim's hand-job. “It's alright now, y'all,” she said, remembering how easily Madame Jubilee had adjusted to the double penetration. “You can move.”
She could feel the two hard cocks rub up against each other through her inner membrane. Having had sex before both ways, she never knew how much better it felt to have both holes filled at the same time. It was stimulating so many different spots simultaneously and judging by the grunts of the males, the increased tightness felt good to them as well.
Moaning as she was adjusting to this new sensation, she realized that Silver Star was standing to her left, having already pulled down his pants. “What can ah do you fer, sheriff?”
“Getting a hand-job from a pretty mare would be mighty fine, ma'am. An' if Mr. Flim doesn't mind sharin', the feeling of those purty lips o' yours on mah cock would be nice.”
Applejack giggled. Somepony else speaking in a country accent always seemed to make her own more pronounced. It was a sign that she was comfortable. “Polite fella, ain't ya?” After he added his fifty bits to her growing hoard, she closed her fingers around his shaft and began to rub it while running her tongue along the base. “Ain't ya supposed t' cuff me or something? This sorta thing ain't exactly legal, ya know.”
He grinned beneath his bushy mustache and pointed at the star pinned to his vest. “Ya mean because a this here thing? Dodge ain't mah jurisdiction,” he said, taking it off and putting it into his pocket, out of sight. “Just don't let me catch ya doing this in Appleloosa.” Grinning even more, he added: “Unless ya really want me t' cuff ya, which could be fun.”
She chuckled at that, drawing both dicks closer to her and licking their tips at the same time. “Ah'll remember that. … Ah!” Her moans grew louder as Flam and Chief Thunderhooves had found their rhythm and were steadily speeding up their thrusts.
Then she spotted a certain stallion off to the side, watching her while rubbing his cock. “Braeburn?”
He swallowed loudly and blushed. “Uh … Say, cuz … would ya consider … “
It took her a moment to process what he'd just implied. “What? We're cousins!”
“It's legal fer cousins t' marry out here, ya know,” Silver Star supplied.
“That doesn't change the fact! It's immoral,” and hot! I kinda want to try it. Applejack cursed her curiosity as her cheeks turned crimson. “Can ya imagine how awkward the next family reunion is gonna be?”
Braeburn nodded, conceding every point she brought up without comment. Then he took a deep breath. “I'll pay ya double, if ya let me do it with yer tits.”
. . .
“Alright, get over here.” Dangit, brain! Stop being so greedy, she chastised herself. Oh well, she'd gone this far. What difference did it make now? Might as well take the additional hundred bits.
He skipped over with a huge grin on his face, like a child who'd managed to talk his mother into buying him some more candy. Although the bag of bits being deposited with the rest was music to Applejack's ears.
Swinging one leg over her, he positioned himself over her stomach, his pride pointing at her face. “It's been a while since ah've seen those freckles of yours, cuz,” he commented, tracing a finger along the curves of her chest. “Reminds me o' when we used t' take baths together as kids.”
Applejack blushed and glared at him. “Th … Don't talk about that here, idiot!”
“Applejack, you can't be rude to your customers,” Cherry Jubilee chided her gently from a few feet away. “Ahh!” But her words were cut off, when Donut Joe grabbed one of breasts from below and began to suck on it strongly. Taking advantage of her open mouth, Cheese Sandwich grabbed her head and pushed his member past her lips with a grunt once more.
“Yeah, cuz. Customer's king,” Braeburn maintained, pinching her nipple lightly.
“Ah'm mighty sorry, yer highness,” she replied with just a hint of sarcasm and spat on his cock to lubricate it. “Please enjoy yer purchase to the fullest.”
“Ah will.” With a grin, he placed his shaft between her orbs and pressed them together with his hands from the side. He bit his lip with an expression of bliss on his face as he began to move his hips. “Damn, ah always wanted t' do this. Ah love yer tits, cuz.”
Even as she alternated between sucking off Flim and Sheriff Silver Star, she glanced at Braeburn's tip which was coming up near her face every now and then. She knew that her breasts were smaller than Jubilee's. Still for some reason Braeburn had paid double for hers. It did give her a certain sense of pride and she began to feel bad about what she'd said to him earlier.
As an apology, she looked up at him with moist eyes and stuck out her tongue, so his tip would brush up against it periodically.
“Woah, that look yer giving me right now. That's so sexy. You were born for this kinda work, cuz,” Braeburn said with a grunt and a shudder. He just couldn't look away.
“Ya think?”
“Of course, otherwise Madame Jubilee wouldn't have approached you,” Flam said, speeding up his thrusts.
“She's got an eye for talent,” Flim agreed, rubbing her ear as she sucked at his tip.
Chief Thunderhooves grabbed her shoulder and pushed himself into her plot as far as possible, causing her to scream in pleasure. “A mare with a strong back … “
“… and quick hands, …” Sheriff Silver Star continued while stroking her mane.
“… that's what Madame Jubilee is looking for,” Braeburn finished.
Maybe they were right. Maybe this was what she was meant to do. Rather than pushing herself to exhaustion in a rodeo, she could utilize her body this way. And unlike there, where she had to force herself to go on, she was actually enjoying herself here.
It seemed like the stallions shared that sentiment. Even as Applejack could feel the heat rising from deep within her due to the stimulation from all sides, her five customers also seemed to sense that she was close and put their joint efforts into making her climax.
“Ah! … Hah! … AH … AH'M CUMMING!” Arching her back, all the muscles in her body tensed up simultaneously. Her head swam and her vision blurred. All she could see were rough shapes, but some stood out more than others. “Cocks … so many cocks … Ah love it.”
Applejack closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the afterglow and catching her breath. Then she realized that she was acting selfish. Her partners hadn't climaxed yet. But when she opened her eyes, she realized that all of them had withdrawn.
Chief Thunderhooves lifted her up slightly and then set her down in a kneeling position on the blanket, withdrawing his pride from her plot. Though he did give her a quick kiss on the cheek.
Puzzled Applejack simply sat there, watching her clients line up in front of her. Then Madame Jubilee knelt down next to her, handing her one of the cider mugs. “What's this for?” she asked, realizing that Cheese, Fancy and Joe had also lined up with the others in front of the two of them.
“They're ready to tip us,” Jubilee replied with a wink. “Be sure not to spill too much.”
“Ugh,” Fancy Pants groaned and took a step forward, jerking his pulsating dick with one hand. He aimed it at the receptacle, which Jubilee held up in front of her chest. “Ah!” With several prolonged spurts, he came, filling the vessel with his jizz.
Applejack looked over at her own group. They were all stroking themselves, so she held up the mug wordlessly. One by one they stepped forward, cumming with satisfied expressions. Chief Thunderhooves was the last to add his sperm and his load was massive, part of it glancing off the already full mug and sticking to Applejack's chin. “Uhm, thanks. Ah guess,” she said, unsure of how to proceed.
One look over at Madame Jubilee made that abundantly clear, however. She was drinking it down.
Applejack looked at it again. The mug was almost as big as her head and filled to the brim. She wasn't so sure whether or not she could actually down it all. Only one way to find out. “Bottoms up!” she declared, putting it to her lips and tilting back her head.
The rich smell and thick texture made her mind reel as the first bit filled her mouth and she choked for a second on reflex. Pausing, she took a few deep breaths through her nose and looked at the stallions, who were giving her encouraging glances.
She closed her eyes again and forced herself to swallow what was already in her mouth. It got easier from there as she slowly lifted the mug more and more, chugging the cum down at a steady rate as it came.
At one point she went a little too fast and she could feel some of it flow over the corners of her mouth and down onto her breasts. Surprising herself a little, she was kind of sad, when she had finally drained the tankard. At this point she could have gone for a little more.
“Looks like ya spilled a little there,” Jubilee commented and leaned over. Lovingly she lapped up the few drops that had fallen onto her chest while the stallions gave them both a round of applause. Jubilee giggled and gave her a suggestive glance. “And what do we say?”
Applejack looked up at her customers with a beaming smile, holding the empty mug in her lap. “Thank ya kindly for yer patronage. Please cum again.”
* * *
“So how did you like your first time?” Madame Jubilee asked as the two mares made their way back from the barn to the main building. After the stallions had left, they had taken some time to clean up and get dressed again.
“It was good,” Applejack admitted, looking down at the hat full of bits she was carrying in her arms. Not to mention profitable, she added in her mind. 310 bits. That's almost a third of what ah need right there. Two more nights like this and ah would have enough to cover for the repairs.
“I thought so. You're a natural,” Jubilee said with a sideways glance. “So can I put ya on the permanent rotation for the night shift, then? You'd be working with Golden Dawn, since I don't want newbies being by themselves. Most of our customers are decent folk, but ya can never be too careful.”
“Fine by me.”
“Good.” They stopped at the door leading to the workers' lodgings and Madame Jubilee prepared to make her way further on ahead to the main building. “Sleep well tonight, my dear.”
As Applejack stood there, looking after her, a thought occurred to her. “Madame Jubilee? Why did ya bring two cider mugs to the barn? Ah mean, ya didn't know that ah was gonna come an' join in, right? So why'd ya bring two in the first place?”
Jubilee stopped and looked over her shoulder with that enigmatic smile of hers. “Hm, I wonder why. Sweet dreams, Applejack.”
Applejack yawned loudly while turning the wheel that kept the assembly line running. Quite frankly, the task was as boring as it could be, and only the fact that she was physically moving kept her awake.
“Don't worry. You'll get used to it,” the pegasus mare, sorting out the cherries, told her cheerfully. “You ended up doing a double shift for your first day. Usually it's either day work or the night shift. It's all about rotation.”
Golden Dawn was still somewhat of a mystery to her. Madame Jubilee had assigned them to work together, presumably so they'd get to know each other. After all, they were to work together during the next night shift.
Although the mare was quick to indulge in chit-chat, Applejack had trouble engaging her in a work-related conversation. Always before, it had been the other way around. AJ seldom indulged in gossip, but her work ethic was steadfast. But in this case she was the newbie, and Golden Dawn the expert. In order to gather the money she needed effectively, a few tips from a veteran wouldn't hurt.
“So, uh, how long have ya been doing this job?” she finally asked, broaching the subject in a roundabout manner.
“Oh, just for the last few days. I was in juice production before. Cherry sorting is as new to me as it is to you.”
“Uh, no, that's not what ah meant. Ah was talking about the … night shift.”
“Oh, that,” she replied, her fingers still quickly and accurately sorting out the red and yellow cherries. “Gosh, must be almost two years now.”
“Two years, huh?”
She nodded. “Yeah, most girls don't stay that long. I wasn't thinking that far ahead, when I began. Believe me. I just needed a job, after I moved here with my little brother from Canterlot. Since he was still underage back then, I had to support both of us. So I was thankful for the opportunity to earn some money on the side.”
“Canterlot, eh? Why didn't ya find work there?”
She gave her a look. A look that told of a very troubled past, and the fact that moving here had not been her first choice. “Things were … difficult for Serin and me back home. We came here for a fresh start. Honestly I don't know what I would have done, if I hadn't met Madame Jubilee.”
Applejack could sense that there was more to this story that Golden Dawn didn't let on. But she decided not to pry in her family affairs. This was none of her business, after all. So instead she steered the topic back in the direction of work. “With that much experience, it's no wonder Madame Jubilee asked you to work with me. She said you were the best.”
Dawn put one hand against her cheek and blushed at the compliment. “Well, I don't know about that. I've dealt with my fair share of customers, so I guess that makes me the most experienced right now. Although I'll probably never be able to match Naughty.”
Applejack gave her a wry smile. “This business of ours seems plenty naughty to me.”
“Oh, no. You misunderstand. I'm talking about a former worker here. Her name was Naughty Bits. She was already a legend, when I started working here, and she took me under her wing back then. Unfortunately she left a short time later.”
“Hm, what was she like?” Applejack asked curiously. Maybe this was her chance to gain some secret knowledge, passed down from one generation to the next, on how to make the most money in this job.
Dawn shook her head slowly from side to side, perfectly in sync with her tail waving left and right as she did so, remembering her senior and thinking about how to best put it. “In one word, she was gorgeous. Perfectly proportioned. Breasts that were just the right size, neither too big nor too small, flawless complexion, long, slender legs. Her coat was this almost translucent pale yellow, and her mane was a fiery red. A lot of ponies thought that we were sisters because of that, even though she was an earth pony and I'm a pegasus.”
Hearing that physical description, Applejack couldn't help but think of her own little sister back home. Although she hoped very much that Apple Bloom would never get the idea to turn towards those kinds of talents in her crusade for a cutie mark.
“The most memorable thing about Naughty Bits, though,” Dawn went on, seemingly caught up in her own little memory world, judging by her dreamy smile, “was her eyes. They were this deep green, like she was stripping your soul bare just by looking at you, but not in a creepy way. It was more like this unspoken promise of earthly delights to come.”
Applejack thought back to her encounter just after the rodeo. “Sounds an awful lot like Madame Jubilee.”
Dawn thought about that. “I suppose they do have some qualities in common. But I don't think even Madame Jubilee could match her presence. Everypony was smitten by her. She got more than one marriage proposal on the job, and it wasn't just stallions.”
The farmer grinned. “So she was into mares as well? No wonder you sound like you were in love with her.”
Dawn giggled. “That's not what I meant, although we've both taken female clients on occasion. Griffons, buffalos, minotaurs. They all wanted her, and they came from all over to see her.”
“Ah see,” Applejack commented in a neutral tone. She was still feeling the effects of Chief Thunderhooves' lovin' from last night. It was a good thing that she didn't have a job that required her to sit down. “If she was so popular, why'd she leave?”
Dawn put a finger to her chin. “Who knows? I still remember the night she told Madame Jubilee that she was leaving.”
* * *
Since I was her night shift partner at the time, I was there, when they discussed the matter in Madame Jubilee's office. “But, Naughty, why?”
Naughty shrugged, crossing her legs while facing the Madame across her desk. “It's not that I'm unhappy. I just feel like it's time for me to move on.”
It seemed to be a very sudden decision, but she never told anypony the reason. Maybe she really just wanted a change of scenery. From what I've been told, nopony ever knew why she'd come to Dodge in the first place either. I suppose that mystique had always been part of her exotic charm.
Madame Jubilee rested her chin on her hands and considered the matter. Then she turned her eyes on me. “What about Dawn? If you leave, I'm gonna have to pair her up with somepony else.”
Naughty just waved her hand. “Oh, don't worry about Goldie. I taught her all she needs to know, and she has a good grasp on how to handle customers, if they get out of line.” Hearing that obviously made me a little happy.
“So you're saying she's ready to go solo on the night shift?”
“Sure. She's actually pretty good by now. After all she gets a lot of practice at home,” she told the boss while winking at me.
Madame Jubilee thought about it some more, and then she sighed. “Well, it'll definitely be a shame to lose you, but if you've made up your mind, there's nothing I can really do. Can I ask you for one last favor, before you leave?”
“Of course, boss,” Naughty told her with a genuine smile. “You've been very good to me. I was planning on going out with a bang on my last shift. Half price from sunset to sunrise, and the profits will be yours to keep. I've made enough money over the last few months.”
“That's very generous of you,” Madame Jubilee said, standing up and starting to go through the nearby cabinet in search of something. “And I'm sure your regulars will appreciate it as well. There's just one thing that … ah, here it is.” After having found the thing she had been searching for, I was surprised that Madame Jubilee handed it to me. “You know how to operate one of those. Right, Dawn?”
“Yes, ma'am,” I told her, turning the camcorder over in my hands to look it over. It wasn't exactly the newest model, but it would do well enough for whatever she had in mind.
I saw Naughty's ears twitch slightly. It's always been a little tick of hers. Whenever she got curious, or aroused for that matter, you could tell by that. “Hm, so that's what you wanted. It'll be a nice, little memento of my final night here. Is this supposed to be educational or entertainment?”
“A little of both,” Madame Jubilee replied with a twinkle in her eyes. “It'll be a good reference for new girls in the future to see a master in action. And if we find somepony to cut and edit it together properly, maybe we can even sell a few copies.”
“I can ask my brother to do it,” I said, not looking her in the eye. “He's good at this sort of thing.”
* * *
I helped out with the preparations. It turned into this huge event. All her regulars wanted to have one last night with her, when they heard about her leaving. So we pulled out all the stops.
Normally we don't have much in the way of decorations at the Barn of Lust. You'd just throw a blanket on the grass and be done with it. But since this was gonna be on video, we put a sofa with red upholstery in front of the barn doors. You know, the kind that has heart-shaped backrests. We also put some big lights overhead, so we had enough lighting for the camera.
I was wearing a frilly negligee. It wasn't the idea to have me join in, but it couldn't hurt to have something pretty to look at next to the camera. The sun had hardly set, incidentally it was the day of the Summer Sun Celebration, when the first customers arrived.
“Come on, pick it up. Here we go! One, two! One, two!” a large minotaur shouted. Hard Body. He'd been one of Naughty's regulars. The fact that he was a total fitness nut couldn't have been more evident, as he arrived jogging in a tank top and shorts. His muscles always seemed to ripple under that grey coat. “Dawn! Hope we're not too late.”
“On the contrary, you're early,” I told him, watching the other two arrivals curiously. One was a green pegasus, and the other a unicorn with the geekiest glasses I'd ever seen. Both were wearing the same sports clothes as Hard Body. But of course clothes don't make the stallion, so they both collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily. “New students?”
“That's right!” Hard Body almost shouted, mugging the camera in the process. “Hard Body's fitness program can even get sorry asses like these in shape. Today I told them that I'd take them here as a reward, but only after running all the way to Appleloosa and back!”
“Dodge Junction to Appleloosa? And back? That's almost marathon distance!” I really felt sorry for these two.
Hard Body nodded, then whispered to me. “Actually we only made it to the railway crossing outside of town, before we turned around. But they gave it their best shot, so I thought I'd be lenient for a change.”
I smiled at him. He really had a good heart. A lot of ponies just couldn't see past the boisterous exterior.
He then gave the lens a huge grin and a thumbs up. “You wanna train your body to have guns like these?” He posed, showing off his biceps. “Then come find Hard Body, THE fitness expert in Equestria. Limited offer of half price memberships! Get them now and do your body a favor. MAKE IT HARD!”
I didn't have the heart to tell him that the camera wasn't actually running yet. Then the pegasus with the orange-tipped black mane approached me. He had managed to catch his breath first it seemed. “Excuse me, Ms. …”
“Golden Dawn,” I told him in a friendly manner.
“Quarter Tone,” he introduced himself. “Is this event gonna be recorded?” he asked, looking at the camera apprehensively.
“Yes, since this is Naughty Bits' last performance. But don't worry.” I pointed towards a stand with a clipboard next to me. “If you don't want to be recognizable, just sign your name there. We'll make sure your face and cutie mark are obscured with a filter.”
Meanwhile the unicorn with the brown mane had come closer as well, pushing his glasses up his muzzle. “What program are you using for that? Is it gonna be a black bar or a mosaic?”
“Eh. I don't know. My little brother will take care of that, so you'd have to ask him.”
Suddenly Hard Body grabbed the two by the collar and, with seemingly no effort at all, lifted them into the air. “Don't pester the staff with needless questions, Sketchdust. We're here to enjoy ourselves.”
“Please, have a seat. Naughty will be along shortly,” I told them, pointing toward the sofa. The three of them did so, with the large minotaur taking the center seat, Quarter Tone on his right and Sketchdust on the left.
With the couch already full, I decided to get the show started. There'd only be more, before the night was over. I started the camera, dimmed the lights slightly and started playing some low-key music.
“You're really going for the big show tonight, aren't you?” Hard Body laughed.
“Oh, you haven't seen anything yet, Big Boy,” a sultry voice purred from behind him. Naughty opened the big barn doors and strode out, after I'd given her the prearranged signal.
It never ceased to amaze me how she instantly could dominate an area with her mere presence. She sauntered along the back of the couch, running one finger along each of their necks, before stepping out in front of them.
She stood there, sticking her hips out to one side, and slowly traced her figure from her chin all the way down to her thighs, slowing down in places to emphasize her generous curves. Of course her clothes alone would have been enough to make them salivate. She was wearing an incredible combination of black satin bra and panties, plus the thing that makes every stallion melt. Thigh-high stockings with a garter-belt.
“Like what you see, boys?” Naughty asked with a smoldering look.
“I certainly do,” Hard Body replied, while the other two could only continue staring.
“It's been so long, HB,” she told him, leaning forward while placing a hand on his thigh. “I missed you, and certain hard body parts of yours, if you catch my drift. Thanks for coming.”
“Oh, I haven't come yet. But I'll come lots for you tonight, baby.” Placing her chin between his thumb and index finger, he drew her closer and into a deep kiss. Using her tongue, she made sure that the sloppy exchange was clearly audible. She always used to tell me that all five senses needed to be stimulated, in order to get a stallion really riled up.
“I'd ask you to sit down,” the minotaur said, looking to his left and right. “But it looks like this sofa is already full. Unless you'd like to sit in my lap?”
“Don't mind if I do,” she told him with a smile, then turned around to do just that.
I could see his nostrils flare as he inhaled deeply, enjoying the fragrance of her mane. He placed one large hand on her breast and began rubbing it over her bra in a circular motion.
Meanwhile she extended her arms to run a finger along each of the stallions' cheeks. “And who do we have here? Did you bring me some virgins?”
Hard Body chuckled. “I know how you like young stallions, but I think they have at least some experience, if not a lot.”
“Aw.” She seemed disappointed for a fleeting second. Popping cherries was one of her favorite things to do. She even had reduced prices for that sort of thing. But she returned to a more playful attitude fairly quickly. “Remember what I taught you about the most sensitive spots for stallions, Dawn?” she asked me.
Peeking my head out from behind the camera, I said: “Yeah, for pegasi it's the base of the wings, and for unicorns the tip of the horn.”
“Right you are, Dawn,” she said, beginning to run one finger along Sketchdust's horn while massaging the upper side of Quarter's wing.
The two young stallions shuddered at her touch, while Hard Body snaked one hand into her panties with a grin on his face. In fairly impressive display, he grabbed the clasp of Naughty's bra in his teeth and unhooked it. She moaned, feeling the minotaur's large fingers rub her slit.
“Don't just sit there, boys,” he told his students. “Grab on to something and show her some appreciation as well.”
Sketchdust was the first to act on the order, placing a hand on her breast and rubbing it slowly.
Not to be outdone, Quarter Tone leaned over and, after taking off the bra completely, began sucking at her nipple.
I could see her nipples get harder through the lens of the camera, and they weren't the only thing.
Naughty moved her hands down their bodies slowly, taking hold of their members and pulling them out of their shorts. “Looks like you two are ready. What about you, big guy?” she asked while wiggling her hips. I'm sure she could already feel him press against her from below, though.
He pulled his pants down, revealing that massive minotaur cock of his. Minotaurs are all incredibly hung, of course, but Hard Body even put his own fellow minotaurs to shame. It was pretty long, but mainly it was thick. “Think you can accommodate me, baby?”
“Have I ever not?” she replied, then raised her legs high up in the air and looked over at the pegasus. “Can you do me a favor, hon?”
Taking her meaning, Quarter stood up and pulled off her panties. She then spread her legs wide and smiled at him. “Dinner is served, boys. What'll be your first course?”
Immediately Hard Body pushed two fingers into her wet folds, causing her to moan loudly. “Dibs,” he said simply.
Quarter swallowed hard. “Then, you mind if I … uhm … use the other one?”
“Sure.” Swiveling around in the minotaur's lap, she straddled him in a cowgirl position. Her moist marehood was positioned above his hardened member. Slowly she lowered her hips, moaning as she guided him into herself with two fingers.
Never one to draw things out, Hard Body grabbed her ass and pulled her down, causing Naughty to shriek momentarily. Yet a smile reappeared on her face soon enough, as she enjoyed the thick meat inside of her.
With a grin, he grabbed her tail at the base and held it up, so his student could get a good look. “Well, what are you waiting for, Quarter? You've been asking for this, since I told you we were coming here.”
The pegasus didn't need to be told twice. He placed his shaking hands on her cheeks, and his tip prodded against her other entrance. Then, without so much as a warning, he hilted himself all the way inside.
Naughty screamed, and looked at him over her shoulder. “Eager beaver, aren't you? Good thing I applied a generous helping of lube before even coming out here.”
Quarter didn't respond directly, only mumbling “Naughty's ass, Naughty's ass” in a happy manner, before he began thrusting in and out of her.
Hard Body took his rhythm from him, happily getting the double penetration underway.
Meanwhile Sketchdust had made his way to the back of the sofa, and was now standing there, rubbing his cock while he looked on.
“Here, let me help you with that,” Naughty said, placing one hand on his hip and pulling him closer. The unicorn stallion gulped as her lips wrapped themselves around his tool.
Taking the camera off the tripod, I circled the foursome for a while to get some better angles, and ended up standing behind Sketchdust, filming over his shoulder. Sometimes I wished that I could be a stallion for a day, if only to experience one of her blowjobs. Her penetrating gaze, already powerful, was even more hypnotic when looking up at you while sucking on a cock. She always made it look so enjoyable.
I began whispering in his ear, and he gave me a curious glance. “Really?”
I nodded. “Just go ahead and give it a try.”
At my prompting, Sketchdust began to lightly rub her ear. Naughty let out a muffled moan that sent shockwaves through his cock. Both her ears and face became flushed almost immediately. This had always been her weak spot.
Shaking her hips, she signaled the guys currently fucking her to go faster, and they obliged her by thrusting harder and faster. I got some great shots of how she used her tongue to please the cock stuffed into her mouth.
The whole clearing was echoing with lewd sounds from one side to the other. The look she was giving Sketchdust could only be described as slutty, and he seemed to really get off on that, his breathing becoming ragged.
Quarter Tone seemed to be gone in his own little world as well, humping her rear with his eyes closed. He was actually starting to salivate, some of it dripping onto her back. But she didn't seem to mind.
“Guh!”
The two stallions couldn't hold themselves back any longer, filling her mouth and ass with their seed in several large spurts.
“You guys,” Hard Body reprimanded his students. “That was really rude.”
After catching their breath, the ponies withdrew with embarrassed expressions on their youthful faces for having come so early and without warning.
Naughty took a moment to swallow the load in her mouth without spilling a drop. “Don't be so hard on them, HB. This way it feels like I was popping some cherries after all. Plus, now I don't have to worry about lubrication anymore,” she said, alluding to the cum in her ass.
“Perhaps,” the minotaur agreed, still bouncing her up and down in his lap. “But are you gonna be satisfied with just one cock?”
“Maybe I can help?”
We all looked at the owner of the new voice. “Schwanzus Longus!” Naughty exclaimed happily. “I was hoping you'd come see me one last time.”
The buffalo moved closer with a smile on his face and, before anything else, gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Wouldn't miss it for the world.”
Back then the buffaloes were still somewhat wary of their new neighbors, claiming the frontier. Schwanzus Longus was a bit of an oddity, a social outcast even among his own tribe. Most likely it was due to the fact that he made no secret of his attraction to ponies.
The two stallions and I had moved back to the front of the couch. Schwanzus got undressed, which didn't take long due to him only wearing a loincloth. His appearance could make any mare swoon. He was large, muscular and had a huge black cock, which was already rock-hard for Naughty. I'll admit that I was a bit jealous. Between Schwanzus Longus and Hard Body, she was in for a great ride.
The buffalo sat down at one end of the couch. “If you would be so kind, my dear.”
Naughty leaned over and began sucking his giant cock while Hard Body repositioned himself, fucking her from behind doggy-style.
As the two heavy hitters got to work, I kinda felt sorry for the two stallions standing to my left and right, who were still a little embarrassed. So I took it upon myself to cheer them up a little. After all, I needed them ready for the grand finale.
I put the camera back on the tripod, checked that the main event was in frame, and then reached for their cocks.
They both looked at me a little startled, when I began to stroke their shafts, but soon went along with it. They were slowly getting hard again as they watched Naughty take two monster cocks while I was doing my job as a fluffer. I could feel Quarter's hand on my butt. This stallion really had an appetite for ass.
Schwanzus Longus suddenly looked at the camera. “I hope you're getting this, Dawn,” he said. “This is a true master slut at work. You should learn from that.”
“Kinda got my hands full here,” I replied.
“Allow me,” Sketchdust offered, taking the camera and zooming in on Naughty's face.
The buffalo was stroking one of her ears. Being a regular, he of course knew of her most sensitive spot. Now he brushed her mane aside, so we could clearly see him pushing her face into his groin. “Now this isn't a technique for beginners,” he said, pushing his hips upward and her head down. He groaned as Naughty swallowed the entire length of his cock.
“See that?” He pointed at the bulge in her throat. “Takes a real master cock-sucker not to choke here. Most mares can't even accommodate this size.”
“Well, once you have a taste of minotaur or buffalo, you can never be satisfied by anything less, isn't that right, Naughty?” Hard Body laughed, slapping her ass slightly.
My self-appointed assistant director now focused in on Naughty's lower half. “Coach, can you lift one of her legs, so we can have a better look?”
“Sure,” the minotaur confirmed, propping one of her legs up on his shoulder. We could clearly see his enormous dick go all the way inside, and his balls slapping against her skin with every thrust.
Despite those sounds, we could also distinctly hear the flapping of wings approach us from above. “Dammit, Hans. I told you we'd be late,” a dragon with red and gold scales said while landing softly on the ground. “Why'd you make us stop at that pastry shop?” He glared at his griffon companion with golden eyes.
“I don't like to do it on an empty stomach, Pyrus,” Hans replied, calmly smoothing down his brown feathers with one talon. To my surprise, he then turned to me and held out a small parcel. “Besides, I just had to try their new cream puffs. Here, Dawn. I brought some for you as well.”
“Thanks,” I told him. “Just set them down over there.”
He nodded, the white feathers on his head shining in the light of the spotlights.
Seeing the two new arrivals, Hard Body pulled out. “I'll take a break for now. Can't hog all the fun for myself. Tonight's all about Naughty, after all.”
“More for me,” Schwanzus declared happily, pulling the mare in question upright and positioning her in his lap. While she was still catching her breath from the deepthroat, he wrapped his muscular arms around her from behind and slowly lowered her ass onto his waiting pride.
“Nngh.” She groaned slightly as gravity slowly helped to bury him inside of her. But she smiled warmly as the dragon and griffon came over, after quickly undressing themselves. “Welcome.”
“Hello, my dear,” Pyrus said, leaning in for a kiss. His forked tongue flitted across her lips, before exploring her mouth more fully. His draconic appendage, shaped like a straight arrow, pressed against her marehood. “Hm, maybe it's fine to make a late entrance. Looks like you're ready.”
“Oh, I am,” she told him, taking the shaft with one hand and guiding it into her waiting folds.
With a grin, he thrust himself forward. After a few strokes, he had gotten Schwanzus Longus' rhythm, and they were both happily fucking her.
Hans flew above their heads, perching himself above Naughty's torso, his phallus erect. “Would you allow me to sample these exquisite cherry tarts?” he asked pointedly.
Catching his meaning, she pressed her breasts together with her hands. “Go ahead. I know you love a good meat sandwich, Hans.”
The griffon chuckled. “An equine shouldn't be saying that. Bon appetite.” Placing his shaft between the two orbs, he took hold of them himself with his talons. Every now and then he pinched a nipple, which caused her moans to pitch up momentarily. Soon he was thrusting his hips steadily, while Naughty would greet his tip with her tongue, whenever it came up.
As I was watching the spectacle, I could feel somebody press in behind me. “Sorry, Dawn. Mind if I park my member here for a while?” I could feel his hard wood poke me in the lower back.
“I don't know,” I told him, genuinely unsure. I was still a novice when it came to these large ones my idol took so casually.
Hard Body chuckled. “It's alright. I just need somepony to keep it warm.” His thick fingers came around to my marehood, finding the right spots almost instantly. Of course I was also really excited from watching Naughty, so it didn't take much to make my love juices run down the insides of my thighs.
“This'll do,” he told me, pushing his large cock between my thighs. I could see his tip poke out as I looked down. “Now just keep your legs closed.” I did that, experimenting a bit, before settling on a pressure that would give him just the right amount of stimulation. Judging by the snorts coming from him and the way he rubbed himself against me, he was liking it well enough, even though I had never done something like this before.
“Woah!” Sketchdust almost dropped the camera, when the head of a changeling suddenly popped into the viewfinder.
“Hello, Cuddio,” I said unfazed. None of us had heard or seen him approach until now. But I'd gotten used to that by this point.
“Geez, man! Don't sneak up on us like that!” Hard Body was less inclined to just let the scare pass.
The changeling raised one hand to his forehead as an apology. He then held up a bag of bits and looked at me.
“Right over there,” I told him. “Go and enjoy yourself.”
He nodded, deposited the bag next to the tripod and made his way over to the sofa. Cuddio was an odd sort of fellow. Since he was a mute, he communicated mainly through sign and body language. That and changelings are a rare sight in Equestria. Then again, he could have easily adopted a disguise, but chose to remain in his true form. Naughty had been the first to accept him as a customer, since most others just considered him creepy.
I've been told that changelings feed on love. Maybe that's why he kept coming on nights with Naughty on shift. She just genuinely seemed to love her job and her customers.
He stood next to the foursome and smiled at her. She returned the gesture, then said to Pyrus. “Would you be a dear and lift up my legs?”
“Uh, sure.” The dragon did what was asked of him.
Cuddio undressed himself. Changelings have fairly uncommon dicks. They're sort of bumpy. But that's actually a good thing. They reach places where stallions can't go, I tell you. Anyway, being the odd fellow that he was, he pulled one of her legs towards him, bending her knee.
Then he began to rub his penis against her meniscus, the back of her knee, pressing it together to get more pressure. He seemed to enjoy the smooth texture of her stockings as he laid his head back into his neck with a joyful expression.
Here she was, pleasing four guys at once, but still she looked over at us with a hurt expression. “Dawwwn. That's not fair. I saw them first.”
I gave her a wry smile. “Just keeping them warm for you,” I told her. Sketchdust and Quarter Tone were once again hard, so I stopped jerking them off. “Go on, you two.”
They nodded eagerly, and went to stand next to her head, after Sketch had handed the camera back to me. Naughty seemed really happy about seeing their cocks to her left and right. “Good job, Goldie,” she praised me. “But I'm the one who gets to enjoy them.”
Since Hans was now pushing her tits together himself, she took one in each hand and began sucking the pegasus and the unicorn off in turn.
I wanted to get the event from as many angles as possible, so I began to walk around the sofa with camera in hand. I'd never thought it was possible to pleasure so many cocks at once. But she was a true master of the interracial gangbang. It could almost be called an art.
She had a large buffalo cock up her ass, her pussy was being ravished by a dragon. She was giving blowjobs to two stallions at once, with a griffon fucking her perfect tits, and a changeling her knee. And she was loving every second of it.
“ALRIGHT! TIME-OUT! EVERYBODY OFF!”
We all stopped, when Hard Body bellowed his order. The guys looked at each other for a moment, then at the large minotaur, before silently complying with his wish.
“Aww,” Naughty let out a yelp of disappointment as one cock after another withdrew from her. “What'd you do that for, HB? Everybody was having fun.”
Schwanzus Longus had also pulled out, but Hard Body signaled him to stay where he was. “Maybe. But this is your last night on shift. You've taken care of us all numerous times over the last few months, so Longus and I wanted to do something special for you.”
The buffalo grinned. “So we're going to do it, then?”
Hard Body nodded in response.
Naughty looked over her shoulder and stroked the buffalo's cheek. “Aw, that's sweet of you. But you don't have to, really. I enjoy the fact that you're all enjoying yourselves.”
“Don't knock it till you've tried it.”
“Tried what?” she asked with a puzzled expression.
Schwanzus Longus wordlessly lifted her up and lowered her onto his hard cock. Despite his size, she could easily handle this much.
Then Hard Body leaned in, his tip also pressing against her entrance. “Our specialty. It's quite probable that you're the only pony who can handle it.” He thrust himself into her. “Our Monster Cock DPP!”
“AHHHHH!!!” She released an ear-splitting scream that, I'm quite sure, could be heard across the entire orchard.
They both rested for a moment, giving her time to get used to the new sensation.
There were tears standing in her eyes, but her tongue was hanging out of her mouth in an expression of sheer ecstasy. “They're … kuh … both in. … Hah … I've never felt so full before,” she said, looking at the spot where they were connected in amazement.
Schwanzus placed one hand on her breast and HB another on her hips. “Here we go. Hang on, this is gonna be the ride of your life.”
Perfectly in sync, the duo began to pound into her. Naughty was screaming her head off as if she was being skewered, which, in a very real way, she was. But they weren't screams of pain. They were screams of delight. “Faster! Harder!” were some of the few words one could make out from in-between her screams and moans.
Longus obliged her by pulling her mane, and HB by pushing two fingers into her mouth on which she sucked eagerly. They knew she liked it rough and just how far to go in order not to actually hurt her.
The other guys, standing around in a semi-circle, watched in awe, their eyes glued to the events as they stroked their cocks. I realized that I hadn't been breathing for a minute or so, being so focused on getting everything on film.
I could see her body start to convulse under the relentless barrage of stimulation. Sure enough, she drew back her head and screamed even louder, which I hadn't even thought possible. “Cumming … I'M CUMMMIIIINNNGGG!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
The two pulled out and began stroking themselves. They were also near. Longus exploded almost as soon as he had pulled out, a huge fountain of sticky, white seed spraying skywards from between Naughty's legs and landing on her belly in huge globs.
Hard Body managed to aim for her breasts, making sure to give them some good coverage as he grunted throughout the climax. When they were done, they both brushed their tips against her coat to get even the last few drops onto her.
Naughty hadn't said a word since her orgasm. When Longus picked her up to set her gently back down on the sofa, in order to get out from under her, her eyes seemed glazed over. Her tongue was still hanging out of her mouth. It seemed like they had quite literally fucked her silly.
“Cocks,” she muttered. “All those beautiful cocks. All for me. Everyone, please cover me in your hot, gooey baby batter.”
I scrambled to get a good position for the camera, cause the dams broke at those words as everyone else lined up, close to the limit from watching the last few minutes.
Pyrus and Hans flapped their wings, hovering at either side and pointing their members straight at her face. She giggled like a little girl, when Hans grabbed her head, pulling it in his direction. “First,” he grunted, then creamed her pretty face with his seed. When he was close to being done, she licked the last few bits off the tip.
“Over here,” Pyrus said, pulling her head in his direction, before she could swallow any of it. The first spurt covered her other cheek, and a lot of it stained her fiery mane. I knew from personal experience how much of a mess this would be to clean up afterward, but she practically reveled in it, glowing with anticipation as Sketchdust and Quarter Tone approached her breasts.
The two ponies came at the same time, staining her already drenched chest with even more cum. The whole time Cuddio had quietly been rubbing his member against her calf, his breathing the only indication that he was about to cum. When he did release his seed, he almost methodically sprayed it over her stockings.
The boys all sunk down to the ground, thoroughly exhausted, which gave me the chance to move in for a close-up. I made sure to move along her entire body, which was covered from head to hoof in the white seed, lingering on her face and the ridiculously happy expression on it.
“You know, this reminds me of my time in Neighrita. Those Japoneighse love their bukkake,” she said while rubbing the cum into her skin lovingly. Then she made a peace sign towards the camera.
“Does that mean we're done?” I asked.
“No, this means round two.”
I chuckled, looking at the exhausted guys and then up at the night sky. “I suppose you did say dusk till dawn. But these guys need a few minutes. Plus, I gotta exchange the battery and the tape.”
For some reason the night seemed to go on forever, and we simply kept going. It was as if not even the stars wanted Naughty to leave. Eventually day did break, but not before we shot a few more hours worth of footage.
* * *
Applejack gulped, sitting in her room later that evening in front of a small TV set, having just watched the first of three tapes of that legendary night that Dawn had lent her.
She'd planned to make some notes along the way, but pen and paper lay forgotten in a corner. Instead her fingers were sticky with her own love juices.
Finally shaking her head free of erotic thoughts, she removed the tape and put in the second one. One thing she couldn't quite figure out was why there was so much of it. This had all been recorded in one night, right?
Then her eyes fell on the date on the back of the cover. It was the same day Twilight had come to Ponyville. The day of the Summer Sun Celebration two years ago, and the return of Nightmare Moon.
Having solved the mystery of the unusually long night for Naughty Bits and Golden Dawn, her thoughts drifted back to her friends and family back home.
“Just wait, y'all. Ah'm gonna make the money ah need, and then ah'm gonna come back. But in order to do that, first ah'll have to learn from the best.”
With a new-found determination, she pressed the Play button.
