She's Really Stubborn
To be honest, ever since the whole Nightmare Moon adventure, I had gotten used to mares showing up in my house at odd hours of the day or night. It was like there was an unspoken agreement that since we had triumphed over two or three potentially world ending threats, we were just that close.
And in all honesty, it was very nice. This air of comradery and closeness we shared.
Most of the time.
Twilight could be annoying with her popping in at all hours of the night, wanting to run some new experiment. Rarity sometimes dropped by randomly, wanting me to model some new item of clothing. Dash would crash (sometimes literally), usually wanting to do something “cool”. Fluttershy just liked to sneak in and cuddle up with me while I slept.
And of course, Pinkie Pie was Pinkie Pie. I loved her to death but geez, sometimes I just wanted to throw her in a bag and toss her off a cliff.
All of that paled in comparison to the weight I woke up to on a beautiful Saturday morning.
I looked down and saw a head of blonde mane on my sheets, attached to a dark orange mare lying on my chest with a small, content smile. I laid back my head and sighed, as I reached up to pet the intruder.
“Morning Applejack,” I said.
“Mmmm,” Applejack murmured back. I tried to sit up, but she pushed me back down with a jerk of her strong back legs. I scowled in confusion.
“Applejack, I need to get up,” I stated. “I’m hungry.”
“Mmhm.”
“I need to use the bathroom,” I continued.
“Uh uh.”
I groaned and laid back. “Fine,” I grumbled. “What do you want, you silly pony?”
“Nothin,” Applejack mumbled, snuggling in closer.
I stroked her long hair. She trembled a bit, but still wouldn’t budge. I scratched behind her ears, making her hum happily… Still, she refused to move. I sighed and gave her a deadpan expression.
“Okay, this has been cute, but seriously: Move,” I growled. Applejack shook her head, sighing softly. She flashed a smug look at me before she closed her eyes again.
“Nuh uh. Ah’m asleep. Zzz, zzz,” she mock snored at me. I rolled my eyes.
“Asleep huh?”
I sat up, pushing myself up with the help of my arms. She tried to pin me, but I reacted too quickly for her. I sat up, the farm pony now firmly in my lap.
“Last chance, move,” I stated firmly. Applejack smirked, and wrapped her tail around my waist. I grumbled.
“Fine then,” I stated. I wound my right hand up, holding it up high, and then brought it down on her firm, round bottom with a harsh, loud smack!
Applejack jerked a bit, her ears poking straight up. Her eyes snapped open wide.
She then looked up at me, her face stoic.
“That all ya got, sugahcube?” She asked, a glint of challenge in her eyes.
I scowled back. I was hungry, I needed to pee, and my legs were going numb. And now Applejack was just screwing with me.
“Nope,” I stated, pulling my hand back and slapping down with all my strength on her other apple-festooned cheek. It rippled rather pleasingly, I’ll admit, as Applejack winced and bit down on her tongue. Still she didn’t move.
I mentally shrugged. All right, if that’s how she was gonna be…
I pulled back and let her round bottom have it, spanking her as hard as I could. The claps against her cheeks filled my bedroom, as I smacked her apple bottom with every bit of strength I could muster. She grunted, she groaned, she squirmed, but she just wouldn’t move!
I will admit, the noises she was making also made some issues I had below the belt… Worse, but I wasn’t going to quit just because of that.
And let’s be honest: That was probably her intention from the start.
By ten smacks, Applejack was whimpering softly. But she remained right where she was. By twenty, there were red handprints developing over her cutie marks, as she panted and groaned. By thirty, she was biting down on her mane to contain her squeals, and a musky scent filled the entire room. She was now pushing her (admittedly very nice) hindquarters up into every strike, and despite the fact my hand was starting to feel numb I kept swinging.
It was a battle of wills, after all. Applejack was tougher, stronger, and no slouch when it came to willpower herself. I wasn’t about to be outdone in sheer stubbornness.
I suspected she felt the same way, as she began to rub her nethers against my knee. I shifted it though, making her whine. I didn’t relent though: She was getting a spanking, and that was it.
“And… That’s… Fifty…!” I shouted, slapping across both her cheeks with enough force to make her shriek into her improvised gag. My lap became extremely moist and musky, as she arched her back. She then collapsed onto my lap, boneless and spent. She was still heavy, but at the very least she wasn’t resisting my attempts to move her anymore. Which was good enough for me.
I leaned over and whispered into her ear.
“Well? Is that enough? Are you gonna let me get up?”
Applejack let out a soft little sigh, her eyes closed. She soon began to snore softly.
I sighed, and then rolled her off me. She laid on her back, spread eagled, dead to the world. I got to my feet slowly, stepping carefully due to how numb they felt. I sighed as I looked at my drenched pajama bottoms.
“And now I need to do laundry,” I grumbled softly. I caressed Applejack’s cheek, making her smile in her sleep. “You know, just for that, I’m gonna fuck you into a coma.”
My stomach growled. My kidneys swelled. And my pants still stank. I sighed.
“After breakfast,” I amended.
The things I put up with in this crazy world.