Apple Pun
Applejack sighed in relief. At last the harvest was completed and she could take some time to relax. She loved working on the farm, whether she was planting apples, growing apples, harvesting apples, eating apples, bucking apples, or selling apples. It was the variety that made it so much fun. But sometimes a mare just needed a little time to herself to unwind. That was why she had locked herself in a small storage shed far back in an isolated corner of the farm, where no one would disturb her alone time. It was just her, a bushel of apples, and nothing to distract her. It was perfect.
"Well howdy there, my red prince," she spoke with a sultry tone as she picked one of her apples up and held it in front of her, "I've been looking forward to getting you inside me all day."
She opened her mouth and took a bite of the red delicious apple. As her mouth wrapped around its glistening skin, her teeth bit into its flesh. The apple's juices exploded into the mare, flooding Applejack's mouth with sweet nectar that made her moan in pleasure as she gulped it down. Bite after bite, Applejack savored the taste of her first apple of the day, taking it in her mouth and down her throat; letting some of it dribble out her mouth and stain her coat with its sticky remnants. She wanted to be marked with its scent, to let every pony she met smell the remnants of her love all over her body.
Alas, all good things must come to an end, and so the fiesta in her mouth came to a tragic end as the apple was consumed to the core. She spat the seed from her mouth, collecting it in her hoof and playing with it as she envisioned planting that seed in more fertile soil. As she eyed the next apple, she could feel herself begin to get wet with desire. She spoke to her next apple as she picked it up, rolling it back and forth between her hooves and eyeing its golden delicious skin hungrily.
"I'm gonna make you the envy of all the other apples," Applejack whispered softly. The apple was oddly shaped, but perfect for her desires. She set the apple on the ground and lifted herself over it, lowing down so that the apple grazed her pink lady. Applejack moaned, grinding herself on the fruit, letting it part her lips and penetrate slightly inside of her. She bucked her hips back and forth, fucking herself on the apple. She let another apple enter her mouth, taking the whole thing at once and downing it in a single swallow. She could feel the girth of it sliding down her throat as she fucked herself on the golden spire beneath her. The intensity of taking two apples at once was too much for her, and she came screaming in pleasure, her cider gushing out and coating the apple beneath her.
She removed the apple from inside her and brought it to her mouth, licking her juices off its skin. She savored the earthy flavor of the apple mingling with her own, lapping her tongue all around the apple until it was pristine. She needed more though. She was almost ready to take this to the next level. She ate the apple, and went to retrieve her favorite tool hidden away in the shed.
"Yep, here we go," she spoke to herself as she found what she was looking for. One of her favorite dildos, hoof-carved from a red oak tree by Granny Smith herself, given to her mother as a wedding gift, and passed down to Applejack as a sweet sixteen present. It was a little misshapen, but all those bumps just added to the fun of having it inside of her. Applejack's hoof began to tease her pink pearl as she thought back to all the fun times she had with it in the past; just herself, her apples, and this dildo.
She was just about ready to get this gala started, but she knew she should pace herself. She had all day to enjoy her apples, free from disturbances or discovery. There was no sense wearing herself out before sunset.
Another apple entered her mouth which she took with a smile. Applejack took her time to savor this one, letting the taste of ambrosia fill her mouth. She swished it around in her mouth, chewing and swallowing slowly. When she finished with one, she didn't waste anytime forcing another into her waiting muzzle. She bit one in half and began to rub its exposed flesh over herself, soaking her fur with its messy remains. She wanted nothing more than to have apple after apple inside of her, filling her up inside and coating her with their juices, leaving her a soggy, dripping mess.
Eventually the throbbing need between her legs was too much for Applejack to put off anymore, her splendor begging to be penetrated and fucked hard by her dildo. Applejack took the toy in her hooves and began to slide it inside of her, moaning as the knobby russet woodcock penetrated her. Once it was fully inserted, she began to pump it quickly in and out of her as she buried her face in what remained of the apple bushel. Her vision and smell were filled with nothing but scrumptious apples, her body feeling nothing but the pleasure of her self-loving. The bumps and ridges of the dildo battering and penetrating the inner walls of her pacific rose eventually caused Applejack to cum again, erupting like Mount Fuji as she came.
Applejack leaned against the nearly empty bushel, chewing an apple with serene grace as she came down from her orgasm, savoring the crimson delight in her mouth. Suddenly there was a noise at the door, and without warning Pinkie Pie burst into the shed.
"Waah, Pinkie Pie?! Slack-ma-girdle, Pinkie, what the hay are you doing here?" Applejack demanded, a mix of embarrassment and annoyance playing across her features.
"Oh nothing, the author just wanted to end the story with one last apple pun," Pinkie Pie explained, "I'm just a cameo."