A Stable Relationship
Sixth period had just ended, and Applejack’s ass felt like it was going to fall off.
As she walked through the halls of Canterlot High, she did everything she could to keep from limping, if not outright falling to the ground and yelping about the pain rocketing up her sides with every step. Part of her wanted to visit the nurse’s office to see if she could get an icepack, or something like that—but at the same time, she doubted that Nurse Redheart would react well to Applejack shoving an icepack between her buttocks.
It had been just over a month since she had watched her horse, Lonestar, have sex with Sunset Shimmer. Or was it Sunset having sex with Lonestar? She wasn’t entirely sure. All she knew was that Lonestar had a cock the length of her arm, and watching him use it to ram Sunset into the dirt was one of the hottest things she had ever seen.
Ever since that night, at least half-an-hour of Applejack’s day, every day, were dedicated to sneaking off to the barn to, ah… play with Lonestar. Whether she was letting him rut her, sucking him off, or—as was the case last night—getting fucked in the ass, the moments spent with him inside of her were the highlights of her day.
Afterwards, though, things were a bit different. She still hadn’t gotten used to the ache that came from a ten inches of a thirty-inch dick being stuffed up her anus.
She took a deep breath as she entered the lunchroom. Suppressing the pain, Applejack put on a smile and walked to the end of the room, where she found Rarity and Rainbow Dash sitting at a table together.
“Howdy,” she called to them as she sat down, doing her best not to wince. They both waved to her.
“Hello, darling,” Rarity cooed, before pulling out two massive, wide-brimmed hats. “Which of these do you like better?”
Applejack blinked. Both of the hats were about the same, save for the large, fabric flower tied to the top: the one on the left was red, while the one on the right was blue. She scratched her head and answered, “Uh, the blue, I guess.”
“Told ya,” Rainbow shot at Rarity through a mouthful of peanut butter.
Rarity rolled her eyes and put the red hat away. “Yes, I suppose you may be right.”
“What are they for?” Applejack asked, pulling an apple out of her backpack. “You going to a costume party or something?”
“Hardly,” Rarity said, grinning. “This weekend, I’m heading off on vacation with my Aunt Sterling to the Coltucky Derby!”
Applejack very nearly choked on her fruit as the words flipped through her head. “The Derby?”
“Surely you’ve heard of the Coltucky Derby, Applejack.” Rarity squealed and clasped her hands together. “It’s the only sporting event in history to combine athleticism with grace, dedication with fashion! All the women come wearing their most elegant headwear, covered from head-to-toe in pounds of expensive accessories. There are flowers, and live music, and goblets of the finest wine—“
“And horse shit,” Rainbow added.
Rarity grimaced. “Yes, there is that too, I suppose.” She turned back to Applejack. “Oh, you understand what I’m talking about, don’t you—ah, Applejack?”
Applejack’s entire face had gone crimson. As soon as Rarity had said the word ‘Derby,’ a vision had popped into Applejack’s head: a vision of erect, bouncing horsecocks, dripping with musky, dirty sweat. She could imagine herself being pushed out onto the track, stripped of all her clothing, only to be pinned down by a stallion and fucked senseless in front of everyone. She could imagine being buried in thick, burning semen, and being forced to lick her way out.
A sharp tickling in her loins brought her back to reality. She snapped her head up to meet Rarity’s gaze. “Mm?”
“Are you alright, darling? You look a bit flustered.”
Applejack tried to swallow, but her throat had gone bone-dry. She shook her head. “I’m fine, Sugarcube. It’s just a bit hot in here, is all.”
“Mhm. Heaven knows this school could stand to invest in some air conditioners.” Rarity smiled and admired the blue hat she had kept out. “But I suppose Rainbow does have a point. The horses are an important part of the Derby, are they not? It would be a disservice to ignore such majestic, powerful creatures.”
“Yeah,” Applejack said through a gasping breath. She could feel every hair on her body creeping to attention as Rarity spoke. She clenched her thighs together and prepared an excuse to head off to the bathroom—
“Hey, girls.”
Everybody turned to see Sunset Shimmer sauntering up to them, a frown etched onto her face; Applejack couldn’t help but notice that she was walking the least bit slower than usual. When she reached the table, Rainbow spared her a nod. “Hey, Sunset. What’s up?”
“Oh, nothing much,” Sunset murmured. In lieu of taking a seat, however, she just touched Applejack’s shoulder. “Um, AJ, could I talk to you for a sec?”
Applejack tilted her head. “Sure, I guess so.”
With a quick goodbye to the rest of her friends, she followed Sunset away from the table, out of the lunchroom, down the hall, and into a bathroom. They walked to the center of the room, just in front of the sinks, before stopping.
“What’s going on?” Applejack asked with a smile.
Sunset spun around and affixed Applejack with a deathly glare. “I know what you’ve been doing.”
“…What?”
“Don’t play dumb with me,” Sunset said, taking a few threatening steps towards Applejack and pinning her against a sink. “I know that you’ve been fucking Lonestar.”
Applejack’s eyes went wide. Rivers of sweat forming at her hairline, she shook her head and gripped the sink. “Are you crazy? I haven’t been doing anything of the sort!”
“You’re a terrible liar, Applejack. Don’t even try.”
“I’m not lying! I’m just…” Applejack spent a few moments stammering before growling and looking away. “Okay, fine, I am! I’ve been having sex with Lonestar!”
Sunset crossed her arms and scowled. “I knew it.”
“What about it?” Applejack shot back, arms shaking. “So I have a thing for horses. So what? Based on what I’ve seen, I’m certainly not alone...”
“You—how the hell did you know about that?” Sunset gasped and leaned in to whisper, “Can you talk to Lonestar, too?”
“I saw you two going at it in the stables, about a month ago.” Applejack paused before raising an eyebrow. “What do you mean, ‘talk to Lonestar?’”
“I can talk to Lonestar and understand everything he’s saying. I think it’s a side-effect of turning from a pony to a human—at least, that’s what he told me,” Sunset said. “That’s how I found out about you and him. He’s told me all about the way you creep into the stables, the way you wake him up in the middle of the night, the way you try and ‘talk sexy’ to him, all because you want your pussy plowed.”
“He… he told you about the sexy talk?” Applejack asked with hitched breaths. “I swear, I’m just having fun when I talk to him! It’s not like he’s gonna remember any of it—”
“Uh-huh. Then how did he remember to tell me?” Sunset lidded her eyes. “You know what’s weird to me about this? I’m a pony having sex with a horse, because we can understand each other—hay, he probably understands me better than anybody. But you? You’re a human, through-and-through, just having it away with what you thought was a regular animal. Care to explain that?”
“I don’t need to explain anything,” Applejack muttered. “I’m a grown woman. I can choose who—or what—gets into my pants.”
“Whatever.” Sunset jabbed a finger into Applejack’s chest. “What matters is that he’s my stallion, so back off.”
“Your stallion? I don’t think so, little missy! My father paid good money for Lonestar, and when he passed, that horse became my property. If he’s anyone’s stallion, he’s mine!” Applejack slapped Sunset’s finger away. “I get to decide what goes on with him.”
“You can’t just treat him like he’s some sort of animal!” Sunset yelped, thick clouds of red spiraling through her cheeks. She paused and took a breath. “Okay, he is an animal, but you know what I mean. I can talk to him, AJ. He’s a great, sensitive guy! He doesn’t need you forcing yourself on him!”
“I ain’t forcing myself on anyone. If what you’re saying is true, and Lonestar really does know what’s going on, then, well—it takes two to tango, Sunset. Ever think this horse might just be leading you on?”
“Don’t talk about him that way,” Sunset spat, balling up her fists. “I don’t care what you have to say—you don’t know him the way I do. Stay away from Lonestar.”
Applejack threw her hands into the air. “You can’t tell me how to have sex with my own horse!”
“Uh.”
Both girls snapped their heads to the side. At the bathroom door stood Lyra Heartstrings, arms crossed, brows furrowed. The three girls spent a long, silent moment staring at one another.
Lyra rolled her eyes and walked out. “Fuckin’ weirdos.”
A deep blush filled Applejack and Sunset’s faces. Grumbling a few angry words to one another, they scuttled out of the bathroom and went their separate ways.
That night, Applejack lay naked in bed, all ten fingers pressed deep into her crotch. The moonlight filtering through the window glistened off of her soaked hands, and the sheets beneath her were damp.
Although, considering she had been trying to get off for nearly an hour, that wasn’t saying much.
No thoughts, no fantasies of Lonestar, could replace the real thing. And rest assured, she knew; on days when she felt too lazy to go out to the stables, she had tried water bottles, baseball bats, even the rounded tops of her bed’s posts. And yet, she couldn’t possibly recreate the feeling of Lonestar’s warm, rough cock sliding into her engorged sex and ripping her apart.
It certainly didn’t help that she couldn’t stop thinking about Sunset. Applejack never liked fighting with her friends, even if she thought they were being absolutely ridiculous. What right did Sunset have to tell her what she could and couldn’t do with her own horse? Applejack was his owner, after all.
…Right?
If Sunset was telling the truth—and Applejack had no reason to believe she wasn’t—Lonestar was just as smart as any human. Sure, he was a horse, but did that matter?
And that wasn’t even mentioning the look on Sunset’s face when Applejack had mentioned Lonestar just being property: her entire face had screwed up into a big ball of shock, of rage, of betrayal, of… fear. No matter how she showed it, one thing was as clear as day to Applejack: Sunset cared for that horse as deeply as any lover.
Sunset wanted to be with Lonestar because she was in love. Applejack just had a thing for horsecock.
Applejack sighed and sat up, letting her legs hang off the side of the bed. With a gravelly groan, she took a long swig from the glass of water on her nightstand and wiped her hands off on her sheets. She wasn’t going to get any thinking done with this unbearable tingle between her legs. And there was only one way to get rid of it…
She hopped out of bed and grabbed a pair of pajamas.
Screw being in love. He’s a damn horse.
A tepid mid-September breeze trittered across the farm, climbing through the trees and up Applejack’s arms. It was nearly midnight, and the fields were absolutely silent, save for the sound of her crunching footsteps. This path was well-worn at this point; she knew each stone, each weed by heart. She could feel a long smile crack onto her face as the stable roof came into view.
That smile died as soon as she saw a light flooding from an open window.
Applejack broke into a sprint, darting straight for the stable door. As she got closer, her footsteps became underscored by a soft whinny, and a female voice murmuring, “How does that feel?”
Applejack scrambled down the hallway, nearly falling flat on her face as she rounded a corner. She leaped into Lonestar’s illuminated stable and jabbed out an accusing finger. “Aha!”
Lonestar let out a whinny and reared back onto his hind hooves, kicking his fore hooves out wildly. Aside from him, the stable was empty.
As she tried to catch her breath, Applejack walked into the stable, throwing her glance around and trying to find any evidence of an intruder. Nonetheless, there didn’t appear to be any sign that Sunset had been there—just Lonestar’s feeding troughs and a few big bales of hay, like always. But then why was the light on…?
I guess I could have accidentally left it on yesterday, she thought, scratching her head.
She walked to the middle of the stable and ran a hand along Lonestar’s neck. “Just being paranoid, I suppose.” Smirking, she turned to look at him. “What do you think?”
Lonestar didn’t respond.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Applejack giggled a bit as she pressed her chest against his solid frame, feeling a sharp tickle of pleasure sparking from each of her already-hard nipples. With her left hand she stroked Lonestar’s muzzle, and with her right she reached down into her pajama pants and dug two fingers into her tender folds. She stood like that for a moment, leaning against him and moaning softly as she touched herself, but managed to hold herself back.
“Don’t wanna ruin my appetite,” she whispered into his ear. She laughed and moved her hands along his withers, down his barrel, all the way to his flanks. She took the swiftest of seconds to brush her palm against his soft ballsack before licking her lips and leaning down to come mouth-to-shaft with him—only to stop short.
A pair of lacy purple panties, emblazoned with a familiar symbol, hung limply from Lonestar’s dick.
“Sunset!” Applejack cried, snapping up again. “I know you’re in here! Come out now!”
Her words echoed through the building, but no answer came. She stomped into the hallway and looked around, before growling and throwing her head into the air. “You better come out this second, or I’ll, I’ll—I’ll tell everybody about the time you wet the bed at Pinkie’s slumber party!”
“I didn’t wet the bed!” Sunset sputtered, leaping out from a stable down the hall. “I just didn’t make it to the bathroom in time!”
Applejack couldn’t help but take a moment to stare at Sunset, who stood naked in the middle of the hall, not making a single effort to cover herself up. Tearing her eyes away from Sunset’s perked nipples and wide, glistening thighs, Applejack muttered, “Care to explain what you’re doing on our farm this late?”
“I think you know the answer to that, AJ,” Sunset said. “You might be a weirdo who’s into bestiality, but you’re not stupid.”
Applejack growled. “I know for a fact that the stable doors were locked. This is breaking and entering! I could call the cops on you!”
“But you won’t,” Sunset said. “And besides, I didn’t break in. Lonestar undid the latch for me.”
“You seriously expect me to believe that a horse unlocked a door? With hooves?”
“Trust me: when you know what you’re doing, hooves can be pretty useful.”
“That doesn’t—oh, whatever!” Applejack cried. “Sunset, I want you to leave. Now.”
“Why?” Sunset asked, walking up close enough to Applejack that their breasts brushed. “So you can force yourself on Lonestar again?”
Heat filled Applejack’s face as she crossed her arms over her chest and took a step back. “I’m not—actually, you know what? Sure. Maybe I am forcing myself on him. But it doesn’t matter! It’s not hurting him, it’s fun for me, and he’s my horse!”
Now it was Sunset’s turn to go red. Grinding her teeth, she yelped, “You are so, so… ugh! I can’t stand you!”
Both heads turned as Lonestar trotted out into the hall and gave a whimper.
Sunset’s clenched fists went loose. With a sigh, she pushed past Applejack and walked over to the stallion. “Yeah, I know,” she said to him, planting a swift kiss on the front of his muzzle. “I know how much you hate it when I yell. Sorry, sweetie.” She giggled as he kissed her back.
Applejack stared—she had to force her lips to form words. Even then, all she could come up with was, “’Sweetie?’”
“What about it?” Sunset asked, frowning. “We have pet names for one another, so what? It’s certainly better than you and your ‘sexy talk.’ I mean, ‘I don’t wanna ruin my appetite?’ Really?”
“Oh, hush up.”
Sunset smiled—at least, until Lonestar took a step forward and whinnied loudly. Sunset whipped her head around and raised a brow. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Applejack blinked. “Uh, care to translate?”
“Oh, now you believe me,” Sunset muttered, rolling her eyes. She took a long breath. “He said that he… he likes the sexy talk. He thinks it’s cute.” She frowned and looked away, but couldn’t help but laugh again as Lonestar kissed her neck. “Ugh, you’re such a colt.”
Applejack smirked and put her hands on her hips. “Maybe this horse is smarter than I gave him credit for. That’s proof, ain’t it? Lonestar wants what I’m selling.”
“He doesn’t want any part of you,” Sunset shot back, pushing Lonestar away from Applejack. “All he said was that you’re cute. I mean, I find kittens cute—doesn’t mean I want to fuck them. Of course, I can imagine how you’d find that shocking…”
Lonestar opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off as Applejack wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him away from Sunset. “You’re just a barrel of laughs, huh? Look: this stable ain’t big enough for the three of us.”
“Yeah,” Sunset said, pulling Lonestar back to her side of the stable. “You should probably leave.”
The next minute was spent launching sharp glares and increasingly snide comments at one another, all the while jerking Lonestar around as if he were a ragdoll. Just as it seemed like they were seconds away from beating the living daylights out of one another, Lonestar let out a powerful whinny and reared back onto his hind hooves, sending the two girls scurrying away.
Sunset gasped. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”
Lonestar looked Sunset in the eye and snorted.
“Yes, I know!” Sunset said, throwing up her hands. “That’s why you should tell her to leave!”
Shaking his head, he nickered and threw a quick glance at Applejack.
Sunset narrowed her eyes. “You can’t be serious.”
Another nicker, this time a bit softer.
“But, sweetie…” Sunset bit her lip and looked over at Applejack, who took a step back. Sunset sighed. “Well, it’s not something I’ve ever thought of, but guess I could be into that.”
Applejack’s eyes went wide. “Into what, exactly…?”
A thick blush fell over Sunset’s face. Clasping her hands in front of her crotch, she murmured, “Well, Lonestar and I were talking, and he, uh, he suggested that maybe we could, y’know…” She swallowed. “…have a three-way?”
“Whoa, whoa, wait a second,” Applejack said, holding her hands up defensively. “Listen, Sunset, you’re pretty and all, but I’m not so sure about this. I don’t really swing that way.”
“If only I still had hooves,” Sunset said with a smirk. Before Applejack could yell at her again, she added, “We don’t actually have to touch each other, or anything like that. All it means is that we both get Lonestar to play with. Alright?”
Applejack didn’t answer at first. All she had wanted when she snuck out that night was a quickie with Lonestar, but now this? Of course, the worst part about it was just how conflicted she felt. She couldn’t ignore the heat she felt in her chest whenever she looked at Sunset's naked body, whenever she gazed at her clear amber skin. But at the same time, she couldn’t help but feel that she had experimented enough for one month—hell, probably for a lifetime. She rubbed the back of her neck and opened her mouth to decline the offer.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Lonestar’s erect, twitching cock.
Applejack groaned. “Fine. I’m in.”
Lonestar whinnied cheerfully and kicked his fore hooves out. Sunset laughed and gave him another kiss. “How did I end up with such a little pervert for a coltfriend?”
As Sunset and Lonestar continued to babble what Applejack could only assume were sweet nothings to one another, she trudged over to the back of the stable and undid the buttons on her shirt. Her hands shook as she moved down her torso, and it only worsened as she peeled it off and let it fall to the floor.
It took a few frozen seconds for her to pull her pants down, letting them fall to her ankles. She shivered as a stiff breeze blew through her legs, sweeping along her thighs. As she stepped out of her pants, every instinct she had told her to cover herself up, to run away and hide. This would be the first time she had ever been intimate with anyone—anyone human, at least.
She took a deep breath and locked her arms at her sides. You’re not actually having sex with Sunset, right? You’re just… bonding. Yeah, that’s it! You’re just bonding over a love for horse penis.
She repeated the last sentence in her head a few times.
Huh. Maybe I am a weirdo.
She turned around and walked back to Lonestar, only to find him raising his head into the air, with Sunset’s mouth wrapped around his cock. Applejack scowled. “You could have waited, you know.”
Sunset gave his dick one last kiss before pulling away, a thin strand of saliva connecting her lips with his shaft. She grinned. “Oh, sorry. I was afraid you might have ruined your appetite.”
Applejack stomped her foot into the dirt and prepared a volley of curses, but every word was lost as Lonestar dipped his head to touch her cheek, his quick, warm breaths traipsing down her bare chest. She couldn’t explain it, but there was something about the tickle of his hair on her face that made her feel so much better.
With a grunt, she got down on her knees, sitting just across from Sunset. Sunset offered her a smile before opening her mouth and moving back to Lonestar’s cock—only to stop short as Applejack pushed her away and said, “Wait a second. I'm only doing this on one condition: I get Lonestar’s, y'know, rod.”
“No way!” Sunset said. “If you get his dick, what the hell do I get?”
“His balls?”
“But that’s not—”
“Hey!” Applejack piped. “You’d best be listening to what I say. Remember the bed wetting?”
Sunset’s entire face seemed to scrunch up. Grumbling, she shuffled down a few inches, so that she was sitting just eye level with Lonestar’s dark-brown sack. Applejack shot Sunset one last smirk before turning back, gazing at Lonestar’s cock with wide eyes.
Applejack took in a deep breath and pressed the flat of her tongue against his head. She savored the salty flavor, and she could feel his musk rolling down her tongue as she enveloped his cock, bringing him deep into her mouth. She could barely take a fifth of his length before her mouth was full, his throbbing shaft pressing against the sides of her mouth. She could feel her cheeks bulging with every bob of her head, in-and-out, more forceful with every thrust.
Lonestar gave a hitched whinny as Applejack circled his head with her tongue, mixing his warm precum with her saliva. There was a sharp popping sound as Applejack released her hold. His meat gleamed in the light. A thin stream of fluid ran down her chin, dripping onto her breasts.
She grabbed his dick with both hands and jacked him off, all the while lapping at the base of his shaft. She planted kisses down his length, nipping at his foreskin ever so slightly and giggling as he kicked out his back hoof.
Sunset didn’t even seem to notice. She dragged her tongue along his sack, taking care to get a taste of every inch. She lifted his balls with her tongue and let them fall, again and again, teasing him with each touch. She opened her mouth wide and tried to fit both of them in her mouth at once, but they were just too big. So she settled on just one, coating it with her hot breaths. She fondled the other, dancing her fingers along the sensitive skin. Lonestar whipped his tail around with each touch.
With her free hand she reached down and stroked her fingers across her soaked pussy—she had to stop suckling for a moment just to let out a whispery moan.
Applejack stared, both hands still wrapped around his dick. She took a breath and swiped her palms across her snatch, feeling her entire body tense up at the roar of pleasure rippling through her veins. Hands now dripping, she caressed him, tracing his flaring veins with her thumbs.
She took him in again. His cock jumped at her touch, jerking around as if it were an animal itself. She brought him deeper than before, to the point where she couldn’t speak, could barely breathe—every gasp of air was filled with his bitter, salty taste. She locked her lips around him, and prepared to let him slide down her throat.
Lonestar neighed, just in time for his dick to spasm, and for a glob of warm cum to spill out onto her tongue.
Applejack pulled him out and opened her mouth wide, waiting for him to drown her in his jizz—
“Move over,” Sunset spat, pushing Applejack and toppling her over. She managed to climb back to her knees just in time for Lonestar’s cock to explode. Both young girls were covered with a full blast of semen, splattering across their faces, their tits, their hair. Sticky white fluid pooled in their open mouths. His cock bucked with each spurt, a never-ending well of thick cum.
Just as it seemed like he was slowing down, Sunset leaned forward and lapped at his still twitching penis, cleaning off the thin strings of cum that dripped from his head. “That was so damn good,” Sunset moaned into his cock.
Applejack watched her go, swallowing the cum already in her mouth and wiping wet globs off of her cheeks. She couldn’t hold back a chuckle. Every inch of her skin smelled of him; a strange mix of sweat, dirt, and lust. She looked up and found Sunset staring right at her, jizz still dripping off of her chin and onto her legs.
Applejack raised a brow. “You need something?”
Sunset licked her lips.
With the speed of Pinkie Pie on a sugar rush, Sunset leapt forward, tackling Applejack to the ground. Applejack tried to let out a yelp, but found herself gagged as Sunset kissed her. Lonestar took a few steps back and watched as Sunset pinned Applejack to the dirt and pressed her mouth to Applejack’s. The sound of smacking lips and smacking breasts echoed through the air as the two wrestled for control. Applejack could feel Sunset’s tongue sliding past her lips, past her teeth, wrapping around hers like a snake.
Sunset ran a slick hand through Applejack’s hair and moved back, panting. A few small driplets of saliva fell from her open mouth, landing right on Applejack’s cheek.
Applejack scowled, but didn’t try to move away. “Sunset, what in tarnation are you—ooh!”
All thoughts ground to a halt as Sunset grabbed her crotch, pressing her palm into the flaring folds. As Applejack gasped for breath, Sunset laughed and traced a finger around the edge of her friend’s clit. “I thought you didn’t swing this way.”
“I—” Applejack started, but she lost her words again as Sunset kept stroking her, sliding her fingers deeper and deeper in. Sunset wiped a puddle of cum off of her tits and licked it off her hand before kissing Applejack again, swishing the thick juice between their tongues. As Sunset grabbed her tits, tweaking her nipples between two wet fingers, Applejack could only muster one thought:
She smells like cinnamon.
Applejack could feel a deep pressure building in her loins. The muscles in her legs felt like they were going to break from the tension. She held back the scream in her throat as a fire whipped through her veins, growing hotter with every touch—
It stopped.
She whipped her head up to find that Sunset had backed away, and was looking up at Lonestar. “What’s up, sweetie?”
Lonestar touched his snout to Sunset’s ass and nickered.
Sunset laughed. “You wanna go again? Really?”
The fire in Applejack’s loins was fading to a dull tingle; she needed something, anything that would release the pleasure. She tried to prop herself up. “C’mon, Sunset. We don’t wanna leave your boyfriend waiting.”
“That’s coltfriend to you,” Sunset shot back, flicking a finger against Applejack’s crotch and sending her into another spasm. “I mean, I’m fine with going further. It’s not like either one of us has gotten off yet. But there’s only one of you, sweetie, and two of us. How do you wanna do it?”
There was silence as Lonestar turned his head to the ground, deep in thought. After a moment, he froze—Sunset could have sworn she saw a grin cross his long face. With his muzzle, he gestured to Applejack, who was still writhing in the dirt. He neighed and kissed Sunset’s breast before lifting his head and looking her in the eyes.
Sunset scratched his chin and smiled. “I swear, you are such a fucking pervert.”
“What?” Applejack blubbered, her breaths labored. “What’s going on?”
Sunset lidded her eyes. “You’ll see.”
Applejack grunted as she laid down in the thick bed of hay that Sunset had constructed against the wall. She could feel sharp stalks poking her from every angle, scraping across her skin like pipe cleaners. But the pricks of pain were forgotten as she spread her legs wide and let a thin wisp of fresh air blow over her wet nethers, sending a tingle rushing through her torso.
She heard a giggle, and looked up to find Sunset resting at her feet. She winced as Sunset touched her thighs and spread her legs even wider. “How does that feel?”
“Fine,” Applejack said. She winked. “But I got a feeling I’m about to start feeling a lot better.”
“Applejack.”
“…Sorry.” Applejack looked away. “No sexy talk. Right.”
Sunset giggled again and leaned forward to run her tongue up Applejack’s sweat-soaked thigh, brushing against her tight little hole. “Don’t worry about it,” she murmured as Applejack squirmed. “Just relax.”
Applejack nodded and tried to let her body go slack—but she couldn’t help but tense up as they were enveloped by Lonestar’s shadow. The stallion positioned himself behind Sunset, his cock bouncing with every step. Sunset cast a grin up at him and raised her ass into the air. Lonestar steadied himself, digging his hooves into the dirt on either side of Applejack’s chest, and moved in.
Sunset gasped as he pressed his flat head against her slit, which was already soaked just from the anticipation. He slid in slowly, just an inch at first—but even that was enough to earn a shuddering moan from Sunset. She gripped Applejack’s thighs, prying her open. She dipped her head to the ground.
Applejack stared. “Uh, Sunset, you in there…?”
Sunset answered by lifting her head and shoving her tongue straight into Applejack’s gaping sex.
Every sense exploded as Applejack’s body bucked back, pure feeling ripping through her limbs. There was no playing, no teasing, no subtlety with Sunset’s move—it was just a single, sloppy lick. Sunset slurped up Applejack’s juices, eating her out with the intensity of a starving lion. Applejack panted harder with every touch of Sunset’s tongue, until she could barely muster a single word.
It took a few moments, but eventually Lonestar settled into a steady rhythm. As he pumped in-and-out, Sunset buckled her hips to match his pace, and managed to regain some control of her mouth. She pulled out of Applejack, nectar dripping from her mouth like a waterfall, and took a few shaky breaths.
Applejack waited for Sunset to ramp the pleasure back up, but it didn’t come. Instead Sunset opted to tease her; she planted tiny kisses along Applejack’s inner thighs, around her swollen labia, all the way up into her delicate blonde bush. She swiped her tongue across Applejack’s clit, sending a jolt up her spine, before retreating and nipping at her folds. Any pain Applejack felt was quickly extinguished by an onslaught of electric bliss.
She swore as Sunset slid her tongue in again, this time more slowly. Sunset danced around Applejack’s vagina, poking and prodding at every bit of exposed pink she could find. She was exploring, as if trying to find the thing that made Applejack tick. Applejack could feel her walls pulsing, trying to grab at Sunset’s slithering tongue. She wrapped her legs around Sunset’s bobbing head, forcing her deeper inward.
Applejack arched her back as she felt Sunset hit her core, her spot—whatever you called it. All she knew was that it felt fucking amazing. With each lick she thought she might explode, like she was being set on fire. Sunset licked her up-and-down, all the way from her dripping pussy down to her puckered hole, drinking up Applejack’s juice, her sweat, everything.
Sunset lifted her lips for the briefest of seconds to thrust her fingers into Applejack’s gaping hole, forcing a high-pitched squeal from the farmgirl. Sunset grinned, lips smothered with nectar, and went back, nibbling at Applejack’s engorged button.
Every thrust of Lonestar’s cock shoved Sunset deeper into Applejack’s crotch. Her entire face, from her chin to her eyes, was coated in a thick glaze of pussy juice. Applejack threw her head back and tried to say something, anything, but her words dissolved into a low moan. Saliva rolled from her mouth. Everything smelled of sweat, and cum, and dirt, and it was perfect.
Her hands twitched, trying and failing to grip the hay piled up beneath her. Without thinking, she threw her hands to her chest, squeezing her perked tits. She stroked a single finger along her wet clit, just above Sunset’s nose, and used the wetness to massage her nipples, sending sparks flying through her torso.
Her mind screamed, thoughts forming and dying with every lick. For a moment she imagined what it would be like if someone caught them doing this—two young girls playing in the dirt, letting themselves get rutted by a horse.
What if they were to do this in public? To go to school, bring Lonestar to the middle of the cafeteria, rip off each other’s clothes and let him fuck them in the middle of everyone. She could imagine herself down on her knees, sucking his dick. She could imagine her friends all staring, strangers taking pictures of her, getting ripped open by his long cock. She could see herself, sprawled out in the middle of the floor, splattered with horsecum.
And then all the other boys could join in, jacking off onto her, the little slut that she was. And the girls, too—Vinyl, Trixie, everyone. Even the teachers. Principal Celestia could sit on her face, drowning her in her thick ass. And at the head of it all would be Sunset, eating her out, slurping her up, forcing Applejack to scream her name—
“Oh, god, Sunset!” Applejack moaned, pinching her nipples. “Yes, a-ah, yes!”
Sunset was in too deep to respond. Not that it mattered: Applejack’s voice was nearly drowned out by the constant slapping of Lonestar’s wet balls against Sunset’s reddened thighs. He grunted with each thrust, going faster, pushing a little more of himself into her. Sunset bounced with every move, squeaking as he slammed into her.
Applejack could feel that pressure building in her loins. Every inch of skin tingled, and she was going to burst. She grabbed Sunset’s hair for dear life.
Lonestar neighed and pumped faster. Sunset stopped licking for long enough to sputter, “Oh my god!” He went even deeper, moved quicker. Sunset had nearly ten inches of thick cock inside of her, and hadn’t lost any control. Precum spilled everywhere, all over Sunset’s face, down her thighs, soaking her red pubes. Applejack let out another shrieking groan as Sunset’s tongue flicked against her button again and held, pressing into it, swiping around it, sending burning plumes roaring through her body.
Lonestar gave an ear-splitting whinny and thrust one last time before exploding into Sunset.
Sunset screamed as she overflowed, his horsecum and her honey squirting out from every angle, spilling down her legs and into the dirt. Panting, shaking from the force of Lonestar’s climax, she lifted her lips from Applejack’s clit and yelled, “Oh god, I’m gonna—“
Her words were cut off as Applejack, heart pounding, head spinning, grabbed her head and shoved her back in. Sunset’s lolling tongue slid right into Applejack’s snatch, pressing hard against her button, her core, whatever-the-fuck-it-was-called, and the entire universe was wiped away as the orgasm ripped through Applejack’s veins, tearing her mind into tiny bits. Her muscles clamped, her eyes went wild, and her pussy burst, splattering all over Sunset’s face.
Eyes glazing over, Sunset drank straight from the source, lapping it up like water, even as she climaxed, moaning as fluid poured from her vagina, mixing with Lonestar’s cum, flowing over his still-hard cock and to the floor.
A burning swell coursed through Applejack’s stomach, and she went limp, legs trembling. There was a squelch as Sunset collapsed and Lonestar’s dick slid out of her. She fell straight down, landing with her face pressed firmly into Applejack’s crotch. She didn’t bother to move. Even Lonestar staggered back a bit before laying down on his side.
The sound of heaving chests filled the air.
The last of Applejack’s orgasm faded, leaving her a sweaty, dirty, trembling mess. Even so, she couldn’t help but smile at the comfortable warmth that had settled over her. She let her limbs go slack, basking in the afterglow. There was no pain, no thoughts—just her, in that moment, enjoying the greatest orgasm she had ever felt.
She felt the soft tingle of skin-on-skin at her side.
Okay. Not just me.
She opened her eyes to find Sunset at her side, curling up around her. Sunset grinned and pressed her nose into Applejack’s shoulders. “That was so… perfect. Like, so much better than I thought it would be.”
Applejack laughed and returned the gesture, burying her face into Sunset’s mussed-up hair. “You weren’t so bad yourself,” she murmured, smiling as that familiar scent flooded her senses.
A sudden heat wrapped around them as Lonestar cantered over and laid down, enclosing them in his massive frame. Applejack couldn’t help but snicker as his dripping cock laid across Sunset’s stomach; she didn’t seem to mind, just offering him a kiss. “You were great too, sweetie. As always.”
There was silence for a moment as Applejack closed her eyes and enjoyed Sunset’s smell. She could feel herself drifting off to sleep—at least until Sunset moved away. Applejack looked at her friend, who had turned away and wore a small frown. “Something wrong?” Applejack asked.
“No, no, it’s just… I’m sorry.” Sunset laid back down and sighed. “Ever since I found out that you and Lonestar were having sex, I’ve been acting so mean, so spiteful to you. I guess I was just kinda jealous, y’know? I’ve never been in a relationship like this before, even back in Equestria—“
She stopped when Applejack touched a finger to her lips. Applejack shook her head. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, Sunset. Shoot, I should probably be the one saying sorry to you. I didn’t believe you when you told me you were in love with Lonestar, or even when you told me he could understand us! I just treated him like… well, like an animal.”
Applejack brushed the back of her hand along Sunset’s cheek. “I’ve got no right to tell you who you can love. You can have Lonestar. I’ll back off.”
Sunset opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off by Lonestar, who neighed and whinnied a few times and shook his head. Applejack frowned. “Translation?”
“He says that he doesn’t want you to leave—he doesn’t want either of us to leave,” Sunset said, stroking his side. “He says that maybe we can work out some sort of deal.”
“A deal? What, like a friends with benefits sort of thing?”
“Yeah. That way we can all have one another, and we wouldn’t need to sneak around.”
“That sounds nice.” Applejack yawned and cuddled up against Sunset’s breasts before closing her eyes and letting the soft cinnamon scent wrap around her once more. “That sounds real nice.” Sunset smiled and rested her head on Lonestar’s side. It only took a few moments for them all to fall asleep—
“Oh, Lonestar, darling!”
Everyone looked up. At that moment, Rarity, wearing nothing but a sheer black bra and a thong to match, sauntered into the stable, eyes closed. She threw a hand to her chest and smirked. “I’m heading off to the Derby tomorrow, and I plan on learning some new tricks, just for you—“
She opened her eyes and froze.
The four of them stared at one another, not saying anything.
With a whispery sigh, Applejack passed out.