Back from Zecora's
“Sugar Pie! Ah’m home!”
Applejack closed the door to her farm house as she made her way in from the biting, Winter wind outside, and peeled off her moist coat. It was another freezing day in the middle of Winter, and she had just made a special trip out to the Everfree to procure something that she hoped would serve as quite the surprise to her loving, devoted wife.
“Eeee! Applejack! You’ve been gone for SO LONG! How was your walk?”
Just like that, the bounding, bottomless pit of pure pink energy burst around the corner from the kitchen. Pinkie Pie, wearing her usual ‘around the house’ getup was decked out in a bright blue spaghetti strap shirt, form fitting black shorts, and a brightly colored apron with a floral pattern. The poor girl was smudged face to chest in flour, and she wasted no time in running up and colliding with the farmer, rubbing cheeks and spreading the flour around.
Applejack, on her part, was wearing her usual jeans and t-shirt, and she let out a soft ‘oof’ when Pinkie collected her in a tight hug. “Heh. Ah sure did, darlin’. And Ah think yer gonna like what Ah done gone and picked up.” She returned the tight hug, then slowly peeled herself away from her wife. “Finish up what yer doin’, then meet me upstairs, alright?”
After an energetic nod from Pinkie, Applejack kicked off her boots and made her way up the flight of stairs and then down the hall to their bedroom. Once there, she closed the door and moved over to the far corner of the room and flipped on the small space heater. The central heat and air kept the house relatively comfortable, but the little extra kick from the heater helped a lot during the coldest months of the year. Once she was satisfied that the temperature settings were good, she made her way back over to the bed and sat down.
She fished in her pocket for a minute, then pulled out a small vial of softly glowing, light blue liquid. “Well, Zecora, Ah hope this works the way ya said it would.” A grin spread across her lips as she popped the top and turned it up. The stuff tasted like blueberries, oddly enough, but was thick and creamy, like a milkshake or a malt. She drank it down, though, then sighed and set the vial on the nightstand next to the bed. She looked over herself a few times, checking out her arms and legs and such, then frowned.
“Dagnabbit. Ah thought this was s’posed t’ work.”
She was just about to get up when she felt a pulse of magic spread out from her core. It didn’t hurt, nor did she feel any kind of overwhelming sensations. It just...felt warm as it rushed across her body. Applejack smirked and stood up, knowing what was to come next. Her hat was tossed onto a bedpost and she turned her back to the door, and just in time!
Pinkie came inside just then and made her way over to the apple mare after closing the door behind her. “So! What’d you pick up while you were out, Apple Crisp? Oh, oh, oh! I bet it’s some kind of yummy pastry! Did you talk the Cakes into making us a special dessert again?” The chubby pink gal wrapped her arms around Applejack’s middle and gave a little squeeze, then leaned up and placed a soft kiss to the base of her skull. Applejack brought her hands down to rest over Pinkie’s, and swayed some in her embrace.
“Heh, not quite. But Ah have a feelin’ yer gonna like it anyway.”
Applejack turned around in her lover’s grip and, without wasting a moment, leaned down and closed their lips in a wet, tongue filled kiss. Her hands traveled all over the baker’s body, feeling along the luscious curves and touching at the spots of bare fur before making their way down to settle firmly on her rump. Pinkie let out a soft squeak of surprise before melting into the lip-lock, her ears folding back and her heels arching so that she could lean more into the kiss. Applejack gripped at those rump cheeks, dimpling the flesh and pulling them apart. Her tongue darted this way and that around Pinkie’s mouth, and soft sounds of pleasure echoed from them both.
Pinkie, being the mare that she is, giggled in appreciation and broke away from the kiss, peering up into those emerald green eyes with her shimmering orbs of blue. “Ohhh. I think I like this surprise already.” The bouncy mare pulled away from their embrace and made her way over to the bed. Her fluffy tail twitched this way and that as she made quick work of untying the apron from around her waist and peeling it off so she could toss it to the side. Applejack’s eyes remained locked on the curvaceous figure of her lover, and she just couldn’t help but to lick her lips at the sight of her stretching and sliding out of her clothes.
It took her a moment, but Applejack snapped out of her appreciative reverie of Pinkie’s body and began to shrug out of her own clothes as well. Her shirt was tossed to the side, her bra unsnapped and forgotten on the floor and...she stopped at her jeans, and just grinned. She was gonna leave that one for Pinkie. When she made her way over to the bed, Pinkie was already stripped down to nothing but her white, cotton panties, and was sitting on the edge of the mattress, grinning coyly up to her wife. Her large tits rose and fell with each breath, and her cute little tummy ponch rested on her thighs. When Applejack began to close the distance between them, the party mare snickered lightly. “Aw, come on! You’ve still got the best part covered up, ya silly.”
Applejack sauntered over to in front of her lover and ran her fingers through that eternally poofy hair, grinning knowingly the whole while. “Ah thought Ah’d let ya finish undressin’ me, love. Seein’ as how ya love openin’ up gifts so much, Ah figured Ah’d let ya unwrap me.” She kept her right hand stroking through her wife’s hair, while her other came up to rest on her shoulder.
Pinkie giggled, “Hehe! I think I can handle that, sure!” Those dexterous pink hands made quick work of the button and zipper of the farmer’s jeans, and she only stopped when she had them pulled down to mid waist. Her big blue eyes got even bigger, and she looked up from Applejack’s boxer briefs to her face, then back down, then back up. There was a look of pure and utter confusion etched on her features. “What in the world…?” Applejack merely laughed at the sudden frantic undressing Pinkie put her through. She practically had to dance and hop to avoid being tripped up by her own clothes as they were near ripped off her and thrown to the side.
When it was all said and done, she was standing in front of Pinkie, whom had a rather dark blush and a huge smile, with a raging erection and hefty set of leathery nuts between her legs. The thick, dark orange horse cock stuck out in front of her nearly ten full inches, and was easily as thick around as her wrist, if not more so. A large vein ran up the base, and the medial ring was wide and thick as well. A thin, steady stream of pre ejaculate bubbled from the tip and dripped down onto Pinkie’s thighs.
Applejack just grinned and reached down to grab it at it’s base. “Ya like it? Zecora really did a good job with that potion, don’t ya think?” She couldn’t help but to give that throbbing erection a couple strokes, which caused the flare at the head widen a little, and a soft grunt followed from her lips. “Dang thing’s as hard as concrete, too.”
Pinkie was suspiciously quiet. The mare’s eyes just seemed to be glued to that stiff spire of masculinity right in front of her face. Applejack was growing a little concerned, and was just about to voice this, when Pinkie giggled and fell over backwards on the bed. The mare was practically rolling around in excitement! “Ahhh! Applejack this is the greatest thing ever!” With as much enthusiasm as she’s ever had, she pulled herself up onto the bed, stripped out of her panties with blinding speed, and rolled over onto her hands and knees. She grinned over her shoulder at Applejack, and wiggled her bottom. “Well c’mon, slow poke! Don’t keep me waiting! I wanna feel that big, juicy pony dick!”
Applejack snorted and rolled her eyes. Well, the heart wants what the heart wants! She climbed up onto the bed, got on her knees, and positioned herself right behind Pinkie. Her right hand gripped that leaking member at the medial ring, and her left rested on her lover’s bottom. She pulled that ass cheek to the side, and guided herself to Pinkie’s puffy pony pussy. She rubbed the engorged head up and down those warm folds, shivering at the sensation. “Nngh. Dang it, Pinkie. Yer hotter’n brush fire in Summer.”
She could feel everything. From the way Pinkie’s thick labia spread and moved around the mushy flare of her cock, to the warmth radiating inside of her lover’s entrance, to the slick texture of her arousal. It was all unbelievable, and it was driving the farmer wild. She rubbed the head up and down along those folds, catching Pinkie’s winking clit with the underside of the flare, and a few shots of musky pre coated that shuddering entrance.
Applejack couldn’t stand waiting anymore, and so she began to slide herself into Pinkie’s warmth. Once her flare popped past the entrance, she grunted and brought her right hand up to rest on her the other side of her lover’s bottom. The farmer groaned and closed her eyes. She was so hot inside! She didn’t wait another moment before slamming her hips forward, fully hilting that massive member inside of Pinkie’s thick cunt. Pinkie’s eyes went wide and she threw her head back in a loud squeal of approval, and she pushed her hips back against Applejack’s with gusto.
The two moved and squished their hips together for a few moments before Applejack began to pull back. She pulled her hips away little by little, until she felt her medial ring slide free, then she slammed her hips forward again.
“Ahhn! Yes!”
Pinkie’s cry of pleasure and excitement was all the motivation Applejack needed, and so she moved her hands down to the mare’s waist and held on tight. She wanted to say something snarky, to warn her lover that this was going to be a wild ride, but all she could focus on was the sudden, overwhelming need to plow into Pinkie with everything she had. So she spread her legs a little to better balance herself, licked her lips, and started to ruthlessly rut her beloved baker.
The loud, wet sound of their thighs slapping together echoed out around them, followed only by the muddled squelching of their love making. Applejack held on for dear life as she pistoned her hips back and forth, grunting and groaning all the while. Each fast, hard thrust sent the flare of that thick member pounding against Pinkie’s inner wall, her cervix squeezing around the peak of the head with each bump. Pinkie, on the other hand, was a mewling mess. Each thrust was met with a squeal, or a loud moan, and she pushed herself back against Applejack with as much power as she could muster. Each slap of their hips meeting sent a ripple across her thighs, and every part of her body jiggled and jerked. The party mare was a panting mess!
The pace continued to get faster, and the noises Applejack made continued to grow louder. Her whole body was starting to tighten, to tense up. She could feel her nuts drawing up against her taint with each passing second. She leaned over with a groan and balanced her arms on each side of Pinkie’s ribs, her hands splayed out on the bed. Her thrusting became erratic and quick, the thrusts shorter and more heated. Pinkie was crying out in pleasure under her. It was all coming to head!
With one more quick thrust, Applejack hilted inside of her lover one last time, the now flared head of her cock kissing right against the ring of her cervix. Applejack panted in Pinkie’s ear and held on tight as the vein running along the underside of her dick began to throb. Once, twice. A loud, feminine moan escaped Applejack’s lips at the third throb, a thick wave of her virile spunk came pouring out of her. Each consecutive throb sent another deluge plunging into the deepest parts of Pinkie’s womb, and the party was squealing with delight at the feeling!
Everything inside of Pinkie felt like it was on fire, and after the first few pulses of of her lover’s peek hit her, her whole body shuddered as an electric orgasm came crashing down around her as well. Her insides convulsed and squeezed like a vice around every inch of Applejack, and a few hefty squirts of her mare cum splattered against that leathery sack. Pinkie wailed in ecstasy and arched her back, pushing up against Applejack with everything she had as the two of them came together.
It took almost a full minute of them clinging to each other as they rode out their respective peaks before either started to come down. Pinkie was the first to make a move, and she dropped them both down onto their sides on the bed. They were both covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and both were panting heavily. Applejack kept a firm grip around Pinkie’s middle and buried her face in the mare’s shoulder. A low groan left her lips as she shifted her hips, her spire of flesh stirring around inside her lover’s passage.
“Nngh...Pinkie-”
“I loved my present, Applejack! Mmm, thank you so much.”
The party mare pressed herself back against Applejack and giggled softly. Her belly was full and warm, and she felt completely and utterly spent.
Turns out, a gift from Zecora is always a good idea.