Princess Celestia slowly lowered the sun until it sat just below the horizon. Satisfied, she turned to her sister Luna, who nodded silently and stepped forward to begin arranging the night. Tired from her day's duties, she began to trot into the castle.
"A word of warning, sister," Luna called. "Twilight Sparkle is particularly talkative this evening."
Celestia groaned. "You mean more than usual?"
Luna nodded solemnly.
Sighing, Celestia left the balcony and entered the castle, and, as she expected, she was immediately cornered by the recently-coronated Twilight Sparkle.
"Princess Celestia! There you are. How was your day? Did you decide to try out any unusual astronomical differences in the sun's movement today? No? Well, we have time for that later! I have so many more questions about being a princess! See, today, I was talking with some subjects about some produce-trafficking policy, and I was wondering, is it an economically sound decision to allow for a resdistribution of the sales of all units weighing less than one-half a pony-weight through local non commercial delivery services? That's what I was planning but I was worried that the labor costs might outweigh the benefits of—"
I can't take this anymore! Celestia thought wildly to herself. For three weeks, it's been nothing but questions and anecdotes! Why won't she just shut up?!
"And then there's the matter of the costs associated with the production of inclement weather for recreational events or commercial promotions! Lately, I feel such actions have been putting a tiny amount of unnecessary strain on our budget for pegasi activities governed under royal decree. It might be in our best interests to place some regulations on such activities, at least temporarily, until we can extrapolate whether or not the modifications are having any statistically significant impact on our spending for—"
"Hey Twilight!" said Celestia very loudly, cutting her former student off. "Would you like to see something really cool?"
Twilight's eyes became huge. "Of course, Princess! You always have the coolest cool things to show me!"
"Yes I do, don't I," Celestia said brightly while gritting her teeth. "Why don't I take you to see the cool thing right now!"
"Yes please!" Twilight chirped.
Celestia's horn lit up, and she and Twilight vanished in a flash.
The light dimmed and Twilight looked around in wonder. She and Celestia were standing in an endless void lit with a soft bluish glow.
"Hey, I remember this place!" she said gleefully. "This was where I turned into an alicorn!"
"That's right," said Celestia. "And do you remember what else is here?"
Twilight thought about it. "Um... all those little magic screens that had pictures of me on them?"
"Right!" said Celestia, as the very screens Twilight had mentioned materialized out of nowhere. "This, Twilight Sparkle, is the hall of a Hundred Screens. Throughout the eons, I have used it to keep an eye on certain ponies of importance, and now I am permitting you to use it."
Twilight beamed. "That's amazing! Thank you so much, Princess Celestia!"
Her smile shrank a bit. "But... use it for what?"
"Whatever you want!" Celestia said with a laugh. "Being in this room is like watching reality television, except there are one-hundred different shows on at all times and there are never any reruns unless you want there to be. You can see what's going on anywhere in Equestria."
"Oooooh," Twilight oohed. "Can I try it out right now?"
"I think this is a great time for you to become familiar with it," Celestia said. "Use it for several hours so I don't have to listen t— I mean, so you know for sure how it works, in case you need it later."
"Will do, Princess!" Twilight replied, saluting.
Celestia smiled, mumbled something inaudible about a few moments' peace, and teleported away.
Twilight turned her attention to the hundred screens. "Anypony in Equestria, huh? But... who should I look at? I don't know which pony would be most relevant to my princessly duties."
She pondered in silence for a moment.
"I suppose, for a test run, I could see what my friends are up to. They wouldn't mind, would they?"
"...would they?"
Twilight used her magic on one of the screens. "Show me Applejack," she commanded.
The image on the screen dissolved into static for a few moments before focusing in on the Apple Family's living room. Apple Bloom scampered around the floor, playing with Winona, Granny Smith sat quietly in her rocking chair, and Applejack was planted on the couch, talking to Big Mac.
"Well, I guess I'll turn in," Applejack declared. "It's been one busy day of Applebuckin', and I really need a break."
"Night sis!" Apple Bloom squeaked.
Applejack waved as she trotted toward the stairs. Before she reached them, however, she stopped.
"On secon' thought, I'm famished. Better grab a couple apples for a midnigh' snack."
The earth pony retrieved two apples from the kitchen and then proceeded upstairs.
Strangely, though, Applejack's behavior seemed to change once she was out of her family's view. She peered down the steps to make sure she wasn't followed before scampering into her room and locking the door.
"Alright, I'm safe," the earth pony said with a throaty chuckle. "Time for some practice."
"Practice?" Twilight repeated from her vantage point in the emptiness of space. "What could she be practicing?"
Applejack opened a drawer and rummaged around for a few moments, finally removing a small unmarked bottle of clear liquid from within. She grinned at it with glee and carried it to her bed, where she laid down and uncorked it.
Then, to Twilight's shock, Applejack took a gob of the liquid in her hoof, spread her legs, and began smearing it liberally onto her own pussy.
For an instant, Twilight's instincts screamed at her to change the channel; this was obviously not something she was meant to see. Yet she stared, transfixed, as the earth pony worked the liquid into the folds, making her entrance soaking wet.
When she was satisfied with her work, Applejack poured more lube onto her hoof, picked up one of the apples she had brought along in the other hoof, and began coating the fruit in it as well.
Applejack laid back and admired her handiwork. "Slicker than ol' Bessie's stall on three-bean-chili Friday," she said with satisfaction.
Setting the coated apple on her stomach, Applejack began to massage her pussy with a hoof, delighting in the faint squelching sounds made by the lube. After a while, her body began to react to the stimulation, and a bit of her own liquids intermingled with the already-present lube.
"Alrigh', I think it's time," she mumbled, picking up her coated apple. Gently, she placed the big red fruit against her vagina, rubbing it slowly back and forth. Using one hoof, she cautiously stretched her opening, and with the other, she began gently pressing and rotating the apple, easing it gently inside.
At first, she didn't seem to be making any progress; after all, it was a big, healthy apple. It's circumference was considerable, but the mare seemed determined to fit it inside herself.
Applejack began to push a little harder and she felt her walls stretching to try to accommodate the widest part of the fruit. She scooped up some of the excess lube lying on her thighs and applied it carefully to the edges of her pussy.
Finally, after several minutes, there was a satisfying "shlurp", a quiet gasp from the mare, and the apple disappeared inside.
For a few moments, Applejack laid still, panting. Then, she picked up the other apple, her expression resolute.
"Ok AJ, tonight's the night. Tonight, we're gonna manage two."
Applejack grabbed her bottle of lube, squeezed out another large amount, and rubbed it eagerly all over the other apple she had brought to her room. She added a bit more of the liquid to her still-soaked opening, for good measure.
She set the second apple, nearly as big and round as the first, on her stomach again. She reached down to her pussy, grunting as she used a hoof to cram the apple already lodged inside as deep as she could get it. After a few minutes of unrelenting hoofwork, she seemed satisfied. She opened her pussy as wide as she could; so much so that Twilight could see the bright red flesh of the fruit nestled within even from her vantage point. Wasting no time, the earth pony began to cram the other apple in.
It was slow work; Applejack began to sweat, trying not to groan loudly enough to attract the attention of her family members. She twisted and ground the apple savagely, trying her hardest to stuff it into the limited space left in her pussy.
"Git in there, you," she managed between gasps. "Ain't no apple's ever beaten Applejack, and and they sure ain't gonna start today."
Applejack grabbed her lube and emptied most of what was left in the bottle all over herself. Large splotches shimmered on her thighs and the bed covers, much of which she scooped up and rubbed vigorously around her straining vagina.
After what seemed like an eternity, the apple suddenly passed its widest point, and, given the immense pressure the mare was applying, it dipped down suddenly and disappeared inside the hole, causing Applejack to moan loudly. Fortunately, none of her family came to the door to see what was amiss.
Applejack removed her shaking hoof and allowed herself to relax, breathing heavily and staring at her bulging pussy with satisfaction.
"I did it," she whispered. "I finally did it! I went an' forced two whole apples down there. I was startin' to think I'd never pull it off."
She grinned darkly. "And now for the fun part..."
Applejack curled herself slightly, angling her cunt toward the ceiling. She grunted, flexing her abdomen. Her pussy swelled dangerously, and then with a "pop", an apple sailed out, arcing gracefully through the air before being caught in Applejack's mouth. She chewed it gleefully before repeating with the other apple, which flew even higher.
With both her hunger and her libido satisfied, Applejack smiled and lazily stroked her pussy. Excess lube and her own fluids dribbled out of the stretched hole and formed a small puddle on the bed between her legs.
"Maybe tomorrow... I'll start trying for three..." she said, yawning.
Back in the Hall of a Hundred Screens, Twilight sat stone-still, her face beet red and her wings painfully stiff. Weakly, she managed to light her horn, causing the image of Applejack still slowly stroking herself to dissolve back into static.
"Well, that was... more than I should have seen," she said to no one in particular.
Why did you keep watching, then? a voice in the back of her mind asked. You could have turned that off at any time.
"Maybe I'd better switch to somepony else, to take my mind off that. Hopefully Rarity is up to something more, uh..."
Twilight didn't finish the sentence. She simply turned back to the screen and activated her magic again.
