Anon Gets Fluffed Up

 

“What’s up AJ,” you respond. AJ chooses to tip her hat. You survey the last of the hooch behind her, “These must be the final couple of barrels, right?”

 

“Got that right,” the country pony answers you. You study each other for a second. Applejack scans what kind of creature she’s seeing. She’s clearly intrigued just by the obvious fact you’re an alien. However, even though AJ doesn’t know what to make of you, she doesn’t seem disturbed.

 

You’ve had a crush on her for sometime. You really like her get-along nature. Her golden locks are so perfect and shiny when you’ve seen her hat come off on a rare occasion. Also, those beautiful, green eyes break up her orange coat just perfectly. Each time you see her in Ponyville you try to get a good sight of her. It’s just hard to go up and talk to your crush, but that’s why you’re here. Sure, the Apple family drink’s renowned, but her aura is the delectable treat you really want to sample. Lucky for you, your poker face is great, not letting Applejack get a hint at how nervous you are. You’ve practiced for this moment more times than you’d care to admit.

 

“So yah mus’ be the human feller that the other gals tell me about.” Applejack leans on the stall to inquire about you. Her pony elbow is the load bearing extremity on the counter.

 

You smoothly get out, “guilty as charged.” You add a wink to that. It’s not necessarily flirtatious, but it’s an attempt to keep things more on a friendly note instead of a business transaction. “The names Anon.”

 

“Well, nice tah meet yah, Anahn,” the earth pony extends out her forehoof after saying that. You readily comply by shaking it. You try to let your senses savor what she feels like as your heart flutters. Her hoof goes into your hand, and it feels amazing. There’s a hard semicircle where her hoofynail rings the end of her foreleg, but your pinky and ring finger pick up on the delicately soft frog. The cute, orange leg is gripped by you just right; Not a limp fish, but you don’t crank down on it like a neanderthal. Smooth… It’s all going according to plan.

 

“I’ll take a drink,” you carry on with the purchase after letting go. AJ switches her focus to the tap, and you flip a couple of shiny bits onto the wooden tabletop. A frothy mug gets clunked down by her, spattering the foam about. She looks at you smugly, clearly proud of what her family makes. You pick it up and savour an initial taste as she watches you.

 

“Mmm, that’s the stuff,” you genuinely praise the cider after tasting it, “You guys gotta tell me how you make this taste so good.” You’re just using a figure of speech to continually relay your enjoyment. You don’t need to actually know.

 

“We got our methods,” she explains vaguely with a smirk. You down the drink in a few more big gulps. The reward mechanisms of your brain commend you. Your mind craves more of the low-percentage alcohol beverage, needing to feel a buzz.

 

“Uh, can I get another?” you ask, and you land two more bits down. AJ cocks her brow. She has trouble keeping a smile at bay. There’s clearly neurons firing upstairs for her brain to make a plan out of the situation.

 

“Tell yah what…” Applejack slides the two additional bits back to you across the wood as she gives you a questioning glance, “I was fixin’ to close up shop as we ain’t got much more ponies comin here, and how ‘bout I give yah one on the house?” You consider this offer, and it confuses you as there doesn't seem to be any strings attached to it.

 

You accept the free drink nonchalantly, “Thanks, AJ.”

 

“On one condition,” the country mare stipulates. You tilt your head to hear it. The explanation is given by her, “You’re given me a plum crazy ‘mount of intrigue ‘bout yourself, so what do yah say you tell me more about who yah are over a drink?” Applejack finishes her offer and expertly kicks the rim of one of the applebucking buckets for it to flip one-eighty upside down. You take note of the way you two are the only ones out here, by taking a look back.

 

“If you got time,” you relay your agreement and sit on another of the buckets that got kicked by her.

 

While filling and passing a drink to you, Applejack plants her foal-bearing hips onto the upturned bucket. She takes her mug to your’s. The two containers don’t clink, of course. They just make a wooden thunk. Good heavens, she looks so good with the evening sun making her mane reflect a sheen and highlighting her freckles. She sips with her eyes closed. You can’t help checking out her athletic yet curvy frame. It’s the perfect mashup of femininity and muscle.

 

“Sugarcube, I always got time,” Applejack words that line to you in a lovely way after taking her first drink. Your heart skips a beat. The mare’s so pretty, she’s going to give you heart palpitations. If she keeps unintentionally mouthing her sultry phrases, it’ll make you imagine living your whole life with her again. Gosh, you would make such a nice family. The cascade of thoughts brought about by AJ’s dreaminess almost make you forget your end of the bargain. You still need to tell her about yourself. That’s not a problem, however.

 

“Yeah, so I do hang out with Pinkie and Dash a bit,” the start of your conversation is implemented by you. It’s a means to get something contemporary out of your mouth so you’re more relatable, “They really are the ones who set me up to live out here.” You go over your life in Ponyville so far to the earth pony. She seems to appreciate your remarks about liking the town’s quiet atmosphere and realistic culture.

 

The next while, you go on about the nitty gritty details of earth life. The shpeal is quite well rehearsed by you at this point since most ponies want to know about it after meeting you anyway. Luckily, you mix in a few jokes that AJ seems to like. You’ve got a few things up your sleeves, taking good space up in your repertoire. You finish your drinks while simultaneously finishing the story you were telling about what happened to you a couple of months ago at the Quills & Sofa store.

 

“-and wow was it hot that August,” you conclude your story.

 

“Yeah it was,” she takes note of the weather back then too. Her eyes go upward, thinking about what it was like then.

 

You get in one of your goofy countryisms to end the story, “It was hotter than two rats having sex in a tiny sock.” Applejack spits out her cider at you saying that. The spray comes out of her mouth and onto the ground as it happens so fast. There isn’t a location that her mind cooks up in time to jettison the liquid, so she does a spit take downward. Her hoof comes to her mouth, and her eyes go to pin pricks. You both stare at each other in incredulity before AJ belts out laughing really hard. You do too.

 

“Bahahah!” Applejack slaps her thigh with a hoof, “shucks, Anon, you’re a hoot.” She congratulates you on the stupidity of what you said. The two of you keep laughing for a hot minute.

 

“I’m here all day,” you brush it off. AJ shakes her head at your silliness. The both of you find your manners again. It’s strange, for a portion of time, things seem to really slow down. Neither of you say anything. Her eyes take your focus, and you internally swoon over how attractive they are. She smiles at you. The silence is deafening. The sounds of a light breeze and a few birds chirping is all you can hear in the serene area of Ponyville. It seems like AJ wants to tell you something.

 

“So, uh, Anon,” she cuts into the pause. Applejack lands her empty mug on the stall, and so do you. “Tomorrow night, Pinkie’s got a thing going on at Sugarcube Corner. I’m figurin’ you told me so much about yourself here, maybe I’d tell you a thing or two about myself there, and, oh heck, maybe you’d get to know the other girls more too. You wanna come? Spike ain’t gonna be there, as we’ve just been learnin, and we got enough stuff for seven of us, you know?” Applejack, your crush, has just invited you to a cool party in Ponyville’s sweet shop, and the headliners are other cute mares? That sounds like a gosh darn win to you.

 

It’s important that you make it to the party, so you say, “S-sure, AJ.” You stutter just slightly as you weren’t expecting things to go so well.

 

“Nonny, what do you think?!” Pinkie asks you about how the party’s been. So far, apart from just talking and eating, all of you have played games and celebrated a friend-iversary. Twilight really wanted to play board games, but Dash hates chess and Pone-tego. Everyone just avoided the argument and settled for Battle Clouds. The sweets are pretty good, and you liked talking to AJ again. She introduced you to everyone earlier, even though you already knew Pinkie and Dash. You’ve hit it off quite well with the girls. You’ve taken your time to hang out with each one of them so far.

 

The girls you hadn’t talked to before were already more than acquaintances. Rarity might be high maintenance to some, but you were able to relate with her on the trends of rustic furniture and your favorite color combinations, reciprocating that both of you have way more in common than one might guess. Fluttershy likes animals just like you too. It was really hard to break the ice with her, and Pinkie, being observant, helped the convo move to a point where she’d actually talk. Twilight Sparkle had, on occasion, spent days and nights studying being shut inside her house-brary during weekdays. There was more than a modicum of equivalence to the few times you spent shut in your house as a kid during those strange tail-ends of summer break.

 

Noting how well you’ve been able to party with them so far, you admit to Pinkie, “whelp, I’d say this is one good party.”

 

“Oh, Goody! I’m glad to hear it because we’ve got a whole lot more games waiting to be played!” Pinkie is exuberant. Watching the party pony, Pinkie decides to prance away and check on the Battle Clouds tourney still going on. Twilight and Dash are the ones remaining in the final round. Rarity and Fluttershy sit by on two adjacent chairs watching the game play out. There’s a few folding tables propped up for the games. Punch bowls and sliced rainbow cakes are coupled with a few pies that Dash won’t eat.

 

You’re still playing it cool by hanging with your country mare crush. The two of you lean on the desk that holds the cash register and glass showcase of cakes. AJ is leaning like a cowgirl on it next to you. She’s effectively bipedal, allowing herself to be supported by her back as her hat’s brim sits low. Her forelegs are crossed. Dang, she’s pretty cool…

 

“Boy, them sweets sure are good,” AJ praises. You agree and sip from a punch glass. “Went down real easy after workin this mornin.”

 

You ask her about the job she did, “Oh, what’d you work on?”

 

“Well, there’s plumbing in the house, and some of it needed fixin,” Applejack explains. You take in what she said. You’ve worked on pipes before. You’re interested in how a mare with hooves uses tools. It seems funny.

 

“What do ponies use? Like, a crescent wrench? A pipe wrench?” you question how she can make that kind of maintenance happen.

 

“Huh?” AppleJack tries to figure out what you’re getting at, “Oh, yeah, we use ‘em,” Still intrigued, she raises one brow, “You used tools and such on Earth?”

 

“I did,” you answer flatly.

 

AJ finds it amusing, “Didn’t take you for one of them practical colts. Not that there’s somethin wrong with it.” You smile, remembering the sexism differences in Equestria being reversed mostly. “Usually it’s just Big Mac that does a lot of mare jobs.” The idea of you being novel for using a hand tool is enough to make your mind wander briefly. Is that going to possibly hurt your potential with AJ? Would she want more of a traditional house colt? There’s a lot to consider. Your hand goes up to your chin as you ponder how gender roles here might end up screwing you out of a relationship.

 

“B-5!” Twilight interrupts the conversation you’re having with AJ by her callout in Battle Clouds. Rainbow Dash Slams her side of the game closed in response. Dash’s face is bitter.

 

“You… stung my bucking bumblebee,” she capitulates her loss slowly. She sighs in defeat. The room of mares looks astonished at the play.

 

“Oh my,” Fluttershy starts to quietly ask, “Twilight, how’d you know she’d have that there?” Fluttershy is ignoring Dash’s post-loss tantrum at the table.

 

Twilight Sparkle explains, “It’s simple mathematics being applied with psychology. I’ve read a bunch of pony reviewed studies on the mathematical principles in board games and how you can take advantage of what another pony is predisposed to doing,” Twilight tells everyone her nerdier method for winning. “I was just doing educated guesses where she was hiding her piece. Just take note of a perimeter set up by your early guesses, and then you can snipe out the last few based upon what peg holes in the Battle Clouds case that ponies are likely to locate their pieces on.” She chooses to close her case with delicate hooves. Twilight smirks in contrast.

 

“I guess that does make me the Battle Clouds tournament winner.” It seems that the unicorn is driving the screws in on Dash. Rainbow is still sitting with her hooves crossed and giving Twilight the side-eye. You and AJ both look at each other, giggling that there’s no way that Rainbow Dash will go out quietly.

 

“Yeah, but you’re still an egghead! This whole game’s for eggheads too. I mean, who wants to put a bunch of math like that in something that’s supposed to be fun?” Rainbow Dash lambasts the purple unicorn in her victory. The others all roll their eyes at her.

 

“Darling, you wanted to play this, remember?” Rarity chimes in. The others agree to the chagrin of Dash.

 

“Whatever, just play something that isn’t for geeky ponies because I’ll win,” Rainbow challenges.

 

Applejack guffaws at this, “You just can’t help but be running your mouth when you lose.” AJ can’t hold in her distaste. “Becha I’d win a game of whatever you’d play anyway.” Rainbow Dash looks like she enjoys the callout. Dash narrows her eyes and stands up with her forelegs on the table.

 

“Applesmack, I think I know exactly what game you’d be too chicken to play,” Dash threatens with an evil tone.

 

“Ain’t chicken of nothin,” AJ counters. Rainbow Dash slowly walks up to where you and AJ are, her cocky aura combating AJ’s competitive spirit. They go muzzle to muzzle, only an inch apart. They’re either going to kiss or fight each other, and both of those scenarios sound hot.

 

“Truth. Or. Dare. Scaredy-pony,” Rainbow Dash instigates the game to Applejack, holding her tongue at the roof of her mouth and accentuating her mouth’s pronunciations to add in the scene’s cheesy drama. Pinkie jumps and takes off to her room upstairs, taking initiative. At lightning speed she places seven pillows onto the ground in a 10 foot diameter circle and rests an empty dandelion wine bottle in the center. Nopony has even given their interest yet for the game, but Pinkie is on top of it.

 

Applejack takes her challenge, “you’re on.” Besides the two tomboys taking things way too seriously, everypony is now excited and smiling, eager to play another game. All of you sit down on your respective pillows, silently agreeing to play. The circle of mares and one human is complete. Going clockwise, the order follows: You, Pinkie, Twilight, Rainbow, Rarity, Fluttershy, and Applejack. Pinkie points her hoof to the bottle.

 

“Would you mind doing us the honors, Twilight?” Pinkie asks her friend. Twilight closes her eyes and smirks in appreciation. The bottle lights up with Twi’s magic. It accelerates its spinning, not slowing down as she begins to explain the rules.

 

“An angular velocity of 10 radians per second will be fast enough to ensure that the bottle’s selection is random, and, yes, I did practice the speed in the library…” everypony is confused at the overly stringent efforts of Twilight, proudly putting her hoof on her chest to pontificate. The purple unicorn levitates a clipboard to herself to keep track of future scores each pony makes. “Just remember the rules: The bottle lands its aim on the first pony to do truth or dare, and whoever calls them out wins or loses based on if the chosen pony can complete their task or speak their truth. Remember that the bottle has an enchantment in it to shatter when somepony lies.”

 

“Piece of cake,” Rainbow Dash laughs the idea of the game off. Twilight’s bottle already starts to slow down as her magic is dissipating. Everypony’s eyes trace the circles of the bottleneck’s revolutions. You start to feel dizzy. The bottle is just barely rotating. It passes you on its final spin, making your nerves freeze. It rotates to the spinner herself, Twilight Sparkle.

 

“Oh, I guess I get to go first,” Twilight is happy at her opportunity.

 

It’s only been one second, but Pinkie Pie is about to burst after the bottle has made its selection, “What do you choose?! The suspense is killing me. I’m gonna blow a fuse!” Pinkie freaks out more. She’s sitting on her pillow, but her whole body vibrates like a caffeine junkie. The floorboard she’s atop is creaking and squealing with the trembling.

 

“Hmmm,” Twilight’s hoof goes to her chin in thought, “truth.” She chooses her fate, closing her eyes to signal how comfortable she is. The room is silent while you wait for someone to call her out.

 

Rarity decides to be the one, “Who… is the last colt you kissed?” Everypony is intrigued and fixates upon the unicorn in question. Twilight looks like a deer in the headlights. Rarity, being one for gossip, is probably going to eat up gossip-able substance on who Twilight is going to say.

 

“Uhh, I’ve never kissed a colt before,” Twilight admits. She keeps her cute and innocent tonality, even though she’s clearly not happy saying that. The room is silent in disappointment, but Rainbow Dash starts cracking up. Twilight scowls at her.

 

“You’ve never kissed a stallion before, Twilight?” RD torments her, “You’re not an egghead, you’re a marecel!” With that, she laughs even harder. Nopony else in the room laughs. Dash is alone in her actions. She reads the room, “Sheesh, alright, maybe it’s not that funny.” Twilight still looks sour.

 

“Uh, I’ve never kissed a colt before either,” Fluttershy admits through her hair. Pinkie and Applejack shake their heads in agreement. There’s quite a few mares in here that are definitely single. Who has Rainbow Dash kissed before?

 

AJ seems to read your mind, “and which stallions have you been kissin lately?” Dash looks a little offended.

 

“Uh-you know, like, I did a thing with Thunderlane before…” Dash tells everypony. You don’t really know which stallion that is. Also, a lot of ponies have had their suspicions of Dash being gay too. Looks like that’s out the window, but who knows if there was any truth to what Dash said. Even though it wasn’t her turn, the bottle didn’t break over anything said, so maybe it’s true that she romped with a couple of colts before.

 

A purple magic spins the bottle for the second round. While it rotates, Twilight marks a hash for herself to signal that she at least won the round, admitting to the virgin state of her lips. The bottle goes until it lands on Rarity.

 

The purple game master of Truth or Dare asks, “Truth or dare, Rarity?” Twilight tries to forget the previous, annoying laughing fit that Rainbow Dash gave..

 

“Hmmmm, yes, yes… Dare, but nopony say I have to do something with dirt” Rarity looks disgusted at the thought. How could somepony ask something so uncouth?

 

Pinkie calmly gives her idea for a simple dare, “Rarity, I dare you to eat the rest of my special rainbow layer cake with whipped cream.” Pinkie’s hoof is used to point to it on the table.

 

Well, that’s an easy dare… You hope that you get something so mundane when it’s your turn. The way that everypony else looks weirded out seems to point to their unspoken unity that this task was too easy to them as well.

 

“YOU MONSTER!”

 

Everypony recoils at Rarity’s growling voice. “You’ll ruin my figure, and tight fitting dresses are starting to come around again.”

 

That wasn’t what you expected.

 

“I can’t. I WON’T!” Rarity closes her eyes and twists her body as she flails her hooves to dramatize her reaction about what terrible deeds a pony could ask her to do. The distress is enough to end the round quickly. Twilight Sparkle simply checks a hash mark next to Pinkie’s name and purses her lips.

 

The bottle spins once more for the third round. Twilight has lost her joyful mood from earlier. The room is more tense now, but Pinkie is smiling as though nothing happened. The bottle slows down. It seems like it’lll be landing on you. Very slowly the neck aims at your body. Darn, it’s really about to hit you. You wince at the end of the revolution. You peer out with one eye open while everypony stares at you.

 

You panic, getting your spaghetti Jimmies rustled out of your pockets, “Uhhh, uhh, truth,” you say and throw up your hands, letting your veneer of comfort wash off. You can’t help nervously laughing too. Also, you cut off Twilight’s preamble to your choice, and it’s not the best idea considering her obsessive compulsive disorder-esque application of game rules she takes.

 

“Anon, since you were so hasty to give your choice,” Twilight starts with you, teasing a bit. “Maybe I should be the one to challenge you,” Twilight rhetorically ponders what she’s going to do with you. You play it off, but it has you spooked. “Do you have a crush on anypony, Anon?” Of all the worst things that Twilight Sparkle could ask you, this is up there as being one of the worst possible things. Shit… maybe you can just lie, or maybe you can just be vague about it? You freeze up. How are you going to answer this one?

 

“Err…” you try to make noises with your mouth, but it’s too hard. “I do.” You say the dumbest and most vague thing possible. It’s a simple, two-word answer, but it hopefully will do the job. Everypony is perturbed.

 

“Tell us, Nonny!” Pinkie demands the answer. Her hoof comes down like a general pounding on a map table for war plans.

 

Fluttershy leans in, “Oh, girls, you’re making him uncomfortable…”

 

“Big deal! Tell us the answer, Anon,” Rainbow scoffs at Fluttershy’s concern. How the heck are you gonna tell everyone you have a crush on Applejack? This isn’t going to be easy, but you decide to man up. You’re about to make your crush on AJ public. You open your mouth to speak after sighing.

 

Twilight cuts you off before you can, “No, no… he wins this round.” Twilight admits that you said enough. “I asked him whether or not he has one, not who it is.” Everyone groans, but you renew your poker face and feel the deepest relief you’ve felt in a long time.

 

Rainbow Dash’s eyes form into slits as she sizes you up and then looks to Applejack next to you. She looks back to you again and grins. You think she’s onto you, and afterall, AJ’s the one who invited you here in the first place. She ought to know something’s up at this point.

 

The bottle is now spinning for the fourth round of the game. Unfortunately, it’s slowing down, and you get the feeling that it will just somehow land on you again. You keep watching, and the final spin has a lump forming in your throat. If it gets you again, the other mares are going to dog pile on you with questions, or it’ll be awful dares as the reprimand for your dodging earlier. You close your eyes as it’s about to hit you. The room of ponies giggles in anticipation. Opening your eyes, you see that the bottle stopped just before you. Phew, you didn’t know if you’d be able to handle the pressure of another one, but you realize now that it’s gone to your crush on your right. She’s now on the chopping block.

 

“Truth or dare?” Twi asks Applejack.

 

“Aww heck, guess I gotta go with dare,” the country pony gives up her choice, adjusting her hat in nervousness. The pause for this one is longer, but Rainbow Dash is wearing a shit-eating grin that could put the trollface meme to shame.

 

“I dare Applejack to put her chest fluff in Anon’s face,” Rainbow lets her evil dare ring out. The room gasps in shock.

 

“Rainbow Dash!” Rarity scolds her, “you needn’t be so crass.” Dash raises her hooves to shrug. She looks at AJ, awaiting the drama.

 

Twilight Sparkle speaks up to deliver her grievance, “You can’t just do that with colts. You’ll end up scaring him away!” Everypony except for Dash and Fluttershy nod their heads to white knight for you. Rainbow still is resistant to giving up with the dare. Fluttershy is hiding behind her hair, and her face is clearly flushed from what you can see.

 

“Don’t mind her, sweetie, you don’t need to do anything like that with Applejack,” Rarity assures. What she’s assuring you of, you haven’t the slightest idea. Chest fluff? All the mares have a small tuft of it, sure. What’s the big deal? You bet it would just be like hugging a pony in one of their softest zones. It would feel super warm and nice too. Like, what’s there to complain about? Mares look really cute, and having your face smushed up against nice pony fuzz has to be kinda fun. Do ponies hate hugs too at this rate?

 

“If AJ doesn’t do that to me, then she loses?” you ask the mares in the room.

 

Twilight lays down the rules, not really caring after how abhorrent the rounds have gone for her being game master, “Well, yeah, Anon, she’d have to do that, or Rainbow Dash wins the round.”

 

That can’t happen. No way. Rainbow has been an antagonist so far. You can’t see your wonderful Applejack waifu lose at this game to an annoying jock like Rainbow Dash.

 

“AJ?” you grab Applejack’s attention to you. “Could you face me please?” you ask of her. She nervously looks toward you and swivels her body on her pillow. The choice is made in your mind. Earlier, you chickened out, and didn’t reveal who you had a crush on. There’s no backing down from this one. You have to defend your mare’s honor. You have to bury yourself in her fluff. That’s the only way you can be satisfied with tonight.

 

You grab onto Applejack’s side with each of your hands. Everypony in the room is frozen solid, watching what your next action will be. You take a last look to your left at the other mares in the circle before executing your act of heroism. Doing your best to raise up AJ’s frame, you lean down and have her chest meet your face. The orange furr goes dark to your eyes as you near her. Applejack’s smell is so strong. It’s like you're picking up on her very essence or soul as you close the gap. The tuft touches your nose first, then your lips, then the areas around your orbitals, and then your forehead. AJ gasps as you meet her chest, driving her softness against your face harder due to her diaphragm’s expansion. The fuzzy mare hair is super warm and soft, just like you imagine, and, oh, it smells like Applejack alright: Apples, with hints of leather, and feminine soap. She smells like a real cowpony. Everything you’ve dreamed of her to be like.

 

“Woah nelly, Anon” Applejack projects her shock of your face in her fluff. Your head is held in place at your crush's chest for a solid ten seconds. It’s like your whole mind is shifted into another universe as you take in the scents and fur tuft delight. Why does it feel so good? You feel your face is getting really warm. There’s something up about doing this that is turning you on a little. Her muscles flex under your hands. AJ’s Chest heaves. Your mind feels really foggy. The brain fog seems to come out of nowhere.

 

You pull back, and your face is flushing profusely. That was a delectable experience, but you really wanted to hang on more. You release AJ’s sides, and her front lowers back down in her seated position. Looking up at her innocently, you take note that she looks shocked. Her face is egregiously red like yours. You hope a simple, cute thing, like hugging a pony at her chest, isn’t too fast for your country mare. AJ simply stares in disbelief. You turn to the others.

 

“Hah, Applejack wins, and you lose, Rainbow!” the conniving statement you make to rub salt in the wound of Dash’s loss is a solid victory for your cowpony. You cross your arms smugly. The mare’s eyes are tiny dots. In fact, all the other mares have pin-prick sized dots for pupils. What gives?

 

“Woah… dude,” Dash can’t believe what she just saw. “Did you… Did you just?”

 

You silence the jock mare, “Yeah, I put her chest fluff in my face.” You matter-of-factly explain the obvious to her. For some reason, both pegasi in the room have their wings erect towards the ceiling. Fluttershy’s face is so red, you’d think she was going to pass out. The others still have their jaws dropped. You turn to Applejack again, and you see her still stuck in place from a moment ago. She’s just looking at you. AJ breaks her stupor by shaking her head.

 

“Geez, Anon, I didn’t know you were into that stuff,” Applejack is not clear on her mood over the event as she rubs her neck in disbelief, but the cadence and wording of that statement have you asking yourself questions. You couldn’t understand earlier how the whole thing was going to somehow scare you off, and now, everypony’s shock and awe is palpable. What exactly did you just do?

 

“What?” is the blunt question you raise to everypony. Twilight Sparkle winces and looks at the others. Is she asking for help explaining things?

 

Rarity shifts in discomfort but takes on the task, “Dear, do you, err…, are you not familiar with what a mare putting her fluff in a stallion’s face means?” Rarity bats at her mane and looks toward the ceiling for a moment. You shrink back a little.

 

“No…,” you admit sheepishly, quiet as Fluttershy. Rarity huffs in frustration.

 

“Oh, now look at what you’ve gone and done, Rainbow!” Rarity scolds Dash again. Dash actually seems shameful after this. It’s a one-eighty from the usual confidence in RD.

 

“Anon, hun,” Rarity raises her hoof and has trouble looking you in the eye as she explains what it is that you’ve done, “mares putting their fluff in a colt's face is a way to dominate them and mark them with their scent.”

 

Oh… maybe that’s what has everyone so wide eyed about it. Equestria is a Matriarchy after all. You are effectively the girl at a boys slumber party, and the boys asked you to take off your bra.

 

The whole experience wasn’t bad, however. You really enjoyed the ten seconds of mare-smell and mare-feel. Rainbow still looks dejected, and seeing her cutie patootie little face solemn is heart wrenching. Feeling obligated, you speak up on RD’s behalf, “I-um” you catch yourself in a nervous way, seeing the mares shift their focus back to you so quickly, “I… Uh, I think I liked it, actually.” It’s possible an entire 15 seconds of no noise besides the clock ticking can be heard.

 

“Dude…,” Rainbow gets out, but her eyes reflect an inner conflict. That statement you made rocked her whole world view and perspective of life as she is unable to formulate a sentence. Just then, the magic of Twilight’s horn slams everypony attention back to the game. The bottle spins again, but things are not the same. Everyone is caught in the chaotic cascade of thoughts and sexuality that just infiltrated the atmosphere. The show must go on, you suppose, but you hope you didn’t just mess up your potential relationship with AJ. The Bottle rotates its harrowing barrel to Pinkie Pie, just to your left.

 

“Truth or dare, Pinkie,” The, now nervous, purple pony asks.

 

“Dare! Dare! Dare!” Pinkie springs up and jumps off her pillow with each “Dare” she utters. Fluttershy, the one who’s been seemingly the most disturbed by the chest fluffage that happened a minute ago, moves her hair away from her face to unhide her cute self.

 

“Maybe, you could-,” Fluttershy digs at the floor with her hoof in shyness, mid-sentence, “Uhmm… maybe you could rub your chest fluff in Anon’s face.”

 

WHAT THE HELL?

 

That’s crazy. You await the other girls to all yell out their vehement disagreement with doing the same dare again. There’s no way they’ll let this slide. What is Fluttershy thinking? They just got done shaming Rainbow Dash, the whole scene was a shocker, and now Fluttershy wants to repeat things? You ready yourself in anticipation of the major scolding all the other girls are going to rip into Fluttershy with.

 

*Tick Tock, Tick Tock*

 

The clock is the only thing heard again. The silence has returned in a different manner. Any minute now, they’ll totally defend you.

 

Nothing happens... As you look around the room, studying the faces of the mares, noting how some are still flushed in their faces and how pegasus wings still are erect, you begin to realize what predicament you’re in. You are simply a wounded fish, floundering in the ocean, and there’s a group of sharks, soft, fluffy, good-smelling sharks, that are all encircling you, waiting for their moment to swim up and be satiated with what their prey provides them. You let your blood get smelled by the predators after your Applejack stunt, and that will net you only one result; A feeding frenzy.

 

Pinkie is just to your left. Standing up, she approaches you with purpose. There’s a brief pause. You look out to the rest of the room for guidance at what you should do, and it’s futile.

 

“Nonny,” is all that she remarks to you as Pinkie’s hooves go onto your shoulders. From here, her chest is eye level now. Quickly, she presses into you. You are stupefied at what to think with the newest assault of sexy pony hugging.

 

The Pink mare-ness engulfs your vision. Smelling the tuft, you get a wonderful scent of candy and some booze that a party pony would slam. The warmth is apparent again. What the hell is so intoxicating about this? It’s like they’re able to get you drunk by putting their fluff on your face.

 

“Just like that Nonny, breathe it alllllll in,” Pinkie kisses the top of your head after saying that, and you feel the mare shift herself from side to side. You inhale the wonderfully warm air as deep as you can and hold it inside your lungs. There’s just so much of her very essence inside you. It's like taking a hit from a Pinkie Pie Party blunt of cupcake cannabis. This is already much more sexual than the last chest fluffing. Pinkie intentionally grinds in your face. That really smears her scent all over you harder than before.

 

Your whole brain is trying to make sense of what this sensory overload is. Trying to formulate things internally, nothing matters right now besides the mare on your face, and that’s the only conclusion that your mind can muster. Pink mare fuzz on your skin is what you can feel, and needing more of it is what keeps your face planted and encouraged to smother yourself. The wounded fish is willfully swimming into the jaws of death…

 

“Motorboat me, Nonny!” Pinkie asks you to do an act of sexual silliness to her. That’s done by you willingly. Your mouth blows sloppy raspberries into her chest, loud enough for the room to hear. Pinkie gigglesnorts at your actions. Your mouth feels her tuft as you blow. Is it even a realistic thing to get enough of her fluff?

 

“PPPFFBTBBTBTBTBTT,” your lips do their important duty, and she moans at you doing it. The forelegs wrapped about your neck implore you to feel Pinkie too. You squeeze her barrel. The soft pony flesh is felt, making a layer of suppleness over her ribcage. The sensation adds to losing yourself in the moment. You want more. The smell, the sound of a mare enjoying herself, the feeling of softness and comfort aiding the carnal sensation of skin and muscles that you felt undertoning AJ and Pinkie’s bodies have you in a bliss. Touch, Taste, breathe, consumed, behold the fluff, and the power it holds.

 

The bliss comes with sexual yearning. You want to pull your face away from the fuzz and kiss Pinkie’s adorable pony snout. You want to watch her eyes go wide as she gets a slutty colt giving back and encouraging her to violate you. That doesn’t come… yet.

 

Pinkie pulls herself off you. There’s an attempt by you to hang onto her barrel. It’s to no avail. You are left on the floor pillow, and both of your arms are now supporting you from behind, letting your torso lean backward as you catch yourself. It feels like you’re intoxicated: Your face is red, the world outside of mare meat doesn’t exist, and your one track mind craves more of what has gotten you to this place.

 

You do come back to reality, though. Looking around, the other girls are all standing up to make the surround , entrapping you in the eye of the flustering storm of mare-lust. You look into their eyes, somewhat fearful of what comes next. The anxiety is felt by Rarity who reassures you.

 

“Sweetie, you’re being so good so far,” Rarity places her hoof on your shoulder and rubs it from the side. It’s soothing. Rarity seems genuine. “Twilight, dear, would you like a turn?” The unicorn gleams in response at getting a shot for fluffing a colt. The others make way to let her stand above you. Her hooves are on either side of your torso and thighs, leaving your head in line to be fluffed up, inches away. Twilight is really giddy to give you her treatment. Her smile is dopy like a drunk in their euphoria stage.

 

“Oops, let me help you,” Twilight instructs that she’ll lift you after noticing it will be uncomfortable to hold your neck up in the position you are for a long period of time. Her magic supports your head, neck, and upper back. It feels as though you’re sitting on a lounger at a beach. You are guided to Twilight’s fluff. You can already smell her. As the gap is closed in, you remember her getting made fun of earlier, and it entices you to show her a good time.

 

Books, coffee, and flowers are what you smell. Not old books, but fresh pages and the feminine musk of a unicorn who’s clearly turned on, perspiring her pheromones to make you her lustful, obedient colt. You moan, muffled by the tuft of purple once it connects. Twilight clenches her pectoral muscles and “hmphs” in contentment.

 

Your hands reach up blindly, and they feel for her neck. You stroke her mane. The straight locks are caressed between your fingers. The muscles in her neck get massaged after you keep rubbing around her upper body, searching for flesh to grasp at. Ms. Sparkle’s snout comes down and rests atop your head. You can feel her jaw plant itself down on your hair. She must be really happy and soothed by the massage.

 

You peck kisses on her chest. Twilight lustfully moans at your actions. Mare fluff has to be the most kissable thing besides what you imagine their lips to be like. Twilight starts to pull off of you, but you’re able to bring her snout to your face this time around. She considers you with surprise at first, then goes along.

 

You kiss each other. Twilight’s mouth is planted on yours in a sensual kiss that lasts several seconds. The blood vessels adorning your red face open more and you get more flushed, contrary to what you thought possible.

 

“Mmmh…,” Twilight Sparkle hums on your face before pulling off. “Thanks,” the unicorn tells you amidst feeling lovey dovey. You’re proud of your work. The cute marecel got to fluff a stallion and kiss one in a single go.

 

There’s just something that lights a fire in you. You realize that you’re going to end up taking each mare here, and you want to do it. You want to smell them, you need to hear them call you a good boy, you want to feel flustered while kissing them, and you want to be a slutty colt, letting them mark you like you’re their property. It’s painfully obvious that you have a boner tenting your pants to the other mares.

 

However, there’s a new smell that has attacked your olfactory nerves. It smells spicier and more intense, like it’s coming from the loins of a mare, perpetuating their communal lust. The mane six silently agree it’s another’s turn. Rainbow Dash presses her chest out in place. Proudly showing off the frontal plumage of her pegasus frame.

 

“Alright, let me show you ladies how it’s done,” RD saunters like a chauvinist over to you. The pony already smells like she’s sweated a lot today. She had to have been working out or cloudbusting over her weather shift. Her cocky grin makes you somewhat agitated. Just who does she think she is? You challenge her back by thinning your lips and narrowing your eyes. You raise your torso up to be 90 degrees from the floor.

 

Rainbow Dash plants her chest in your face. There must be something to a pegasus pony having more fluff, because her musk is thick, and the fuzz goes deep.

 

“Yeah…, take it,” Dash commands you while shoving herself at your face. You fight back by being even more eager, really rubbing the maximum facial surface area in her chest. Your nose complies and bends around her front, actively smearing more Rainbow scent upon yourself. She smells like light, airy, summer clouds, and there’s the undertones of stinky, post-workout mare panties combined with a bomb-pop. Fruity, summer, rainbow mare stank is the most efficient way to describe it. Dash pushes herself more until you begin to lean back. You resist by grabbing onto her wings.

 

“Ohhhh, buck, dude,” Dash moans frantically at her wings being grabbed. You massage them, taking note that they seem to be a very erogenous location for her. She shudders on top. Her body shakes a little. Having a fluff slut taking her snowpitty and jerking off her wing boners with dexterous hands is a powerful combination that can lead to a sudden maregasm. She’s not there yet, obviously, but you’d like to exact that very thing.

 

“This shit feels awesome,” Dash says above your head while her legs shake and buckle for a millisecond. A couple of the girls “wow” at the sight. You kiss her chest in appreciation. God, you feel greedy. There’s no way you are going to stop until she cries out from orgasm. You wonder if maybe this is all by design to get stallions turned into malleable toys for mares to use to their sexual satisfaction. The intoxicants of mare pheromones are used to render even smart stallions into unthinking sluts used for pleasure. That’s what you’re turning into, seemingly.

 

The blue pegasus fluff starts to get pulled off to your disappointment. You really want to make this chick cum. There’s now four mares that have marked you, each leaving you in a horny hump on the floor with every round, and there has to be a climax. You see Dash’s face as she’s removed, so horny that she looks angry. Her breaths are the most ragged you’ve seen since that time you watched her race Cloud Chaser. There’s a blue magic that is pulling her off, and that’s not Twilight’s.

 

“Learn to share, darling.”

 

Rarity is the one who broke up the impending torrent of mare cum that would have inevitably spilled out onto your lap if you were allowed to finish with Dash. She scolds Rainbow for being on you so long, “There’s five other ladies here besides you.” She smiles at you, however.

 

“Here, dear,” Rarity begins to peck kisses on your face. Both of your cheeks are violated by her. Your lips get it last. That’s not before Rarity takes a last look into your eyes, biting her lower lip. You meet each other. You aren’t expecting it, but Rarity shoves her tongue inside you.

 

“Hmmm?” you are shocked by the move. Her pony tongue is forceful. It licks around lewdly, making your mouth taste like her own. The thing presses down with gusto, and it traps your tongue in place. It’s so warm and wet, convulsing with purpose. You are able to fight back and close your eyes. Her hot breaths lambasts your physical being, canceling your ability to resist. You feels as though you’re falling into a pit of lust. Each mare is getting more and more of your rational brain to shut off. All that’s left is your will to please them.

 

Rarity takes her tongue out with a string of adorning saliva. The small trail sticks to her, breaking its string from the two of you and landing on the underside of her mouth. Rarity extends her tongue out and laps it up from her face and sucks a little to swallow it down. She makes a popping sound with her lips in enjoyment. She moves in now for the main course.

 

Her chest fluff is the softest so far. There must be something to all those shampoos, conditioners, perfumes, lotions, and other supplemental varieties of equestrian self-care products. It’s comfy alright.

 

Rarity’s smell is like freshly washed and dried fabric with vanilla marshmallow, made stronger by perfume. The fuzz is just as warm as the others. It’s starting to blueball you. Goddamn your cock is aching. It needs to go inside a mare.

 

“OOoooOooO,” she coos, altering her pitch, “It feels so nice having you there, darling.” The praises echo in your mind as you rub your face around in a circle. “You see, girls, make sure your colt knows how much you appreciate it. If you give them enough positive association, then they’ll keep going back for more.”

 

Twilight is impressed, voicing how much she likes it from your left, “Rarity, you’re a genius! You’re practically using the pone-lavian technique to make him immediately horny and obedient for you whenever he gets in a mare’s fluff.”

 

“Indeed, it’s an excellent way to train your stallion,” Rarity says and uses one hoof to hold your head in place. That’s perfectly fine sounding to you. What pleasure is greater than being smothered like this? The chest fluff is given another kiss. You love this marshmallow accented fur. You are able to stroke her mane like Twilight’s. The purple curl fully gets unraveled when your hand lays it totally flat. Good god, Rarity’s hair is just so perfect. You need to reward her for the sensations.

 

The hand that you were using to stroke her mane goes underneath her. Rarity’s belly rises and falls like her chest against your face while your fingertips rub. You keep moving downward, and you want to get to the pleasure center.

 

You know where you’re aiming, but your one-track mind forgets the roadblock in the way. Your hand runs into her teats. They are felt by you, and it elicits moaning from Rarity.

 

“Yesssss…”

 

Rarity hisses her praises on you. You squeeze her whole crotch boob. Firm and pliable, you think to yourself. Both of Rarity’s nipples are caressed after each other. You keep groping, and everytime you do, the unicorn squeals or moans with your touch. The nipples get harder. It’s a one-two punch after all: A horny human hand fondling her teats, yet a set of lips and a tongue nibbles the mare's front. Rarity moans extra loud.

 

Squelch

 

Huh? That’s a weird sound… What was that? You sense her neck twist as you’re buried in her fluff.

 

“So sorry, Anon,” Rarity moves backward. Your newfound vision allows you to peek under her body. There’s a big string of mare lust that has dripped down onto your pants, right next to your erection. It connects your lap to Rarity’s pussy. “I seem to have winked some of… Ahem, allow me to clean this up.” Rarity is thoroughly embarrassed for soiling your pants. You don’t mind getting covered in it. You do mind not being able to finish a mare off. Another one that was getting close, yet no marecum cigar. Rarity is frantically looking around for a handkerchief or a towel, framing over you.

 

“Step aside, Rarity,” the voice of a mare draws everypony’s attention. The pony in question shoves Rarity out of the way. The rest of the mane six seem scared. A yellow tuft hovers into view. Wait, it’s Fluttershy who’s suddenly asserting herself like this? Her hips come down and meet where your erect penis and the Rarity juice stain are located on your pants, not giving you time to process what’s going on. She plops herself onto your lap and rubs herself, grinding your boner that’s protected under a layer of fabric. “Tsk, Tsk, I can’t believe a colt would be slutty enough to take six different mares in one night.” Fluttershy wants you to serve some form of penance for acting like such a whore.

 

Your dick throbs and twitches with Fluttershy’s wet cunt grinding on it. Where Rarity has leaked out, Fluttershy lets her fluids mix. Watching in fascination, Fluttershy’s clit gets exposed, extending out of her vulva from a particularly powerful wink. A trail of her natural lubricant leaks along with the action. Her hooves go onto your shoulders and you are forced flat on the floor. Fluttershy stops the humping only to smother your head in between the floor and her chest. You are completely dominated by her.

 

Earlier, Dash was a formidable foe to fight back against, but this is something totally different. Fluttershy’s chest is easily the most full of plumage out of any of the mares. It has the strongest scent you’ve experienced so far too. The smell of pinewood and natural mare musk fuck your senses sideways. You can smell the soap she uses, but it’s not doing a good job covering things up. Both her forehooves have pinned you still, and you reach for her ass. If she’s going to get so aggressive, then you will too.

 

Feeling the delectable bubble ass, you squeeze it. Her glutes go taught as she runs herself along her pinned colt. You can sense all the motions and intent Fluttershy has by her flank muscles moving.

 

Fluttershy continues to move her whole body in a humping rhythm. The action presses her body weight on your head. The chest fluff smears upward on her forward stroke, and your nose and lips stretch along for the ride. The back stroke is a reminder of how dense and smothering her pegasus fluff truly is. The snowpity is so strong and virile.

 

“You like it, don’t you,” Fluttershy teases, “you just want to be a mare’s property.”

 

“MmmHmm,” You agree under the oppressive chest fluff. This isn’t enough. You need to press it forward. The hands you have been using to squeeze the Flutterbutt are moved further and reach out to her marehood. The prize is just there. Concentration is what it takes to line up your fingertips with her humping, fluff-fucking movement. Your right hand is able to grab a hold of the hood of her clit. You don’t make direct contact with it, but instead, your index finger and thumb are able to cup the entrance that her clit sticks out from, forcing it to project outward and twitch violently. Fluttershy has a hiccup in her rhythm and stops briefly to call your name out.

 

“Anon, that’s very naughty!”

 

A drip of pussy juice leaks down your hand as you massage the mare bits. The next step is obvious: Shove your fingers inside. The tight tunnel is as sticky as it is hot. The lubricant would make the entrance of your digits an easy task, but the tightness and flexing interior requires fervor. Her moaning betrays the dominant face-fucking of chest fluff. That’s a good thing since you are running lower on oxygen underneath her. That damn, smothering, addicting plumage has you ready to pass out.

 

A fast pace is adopted to finger bang her. Every so often Fluttershy starts to arch her back. Finally, you’re going to make a mare cum, and it’s going to be so intense. The best thing you could hope for.

 

“ENOUGH!” Twilight Sparkle calls out. She rips Fluttershy off with her magic, and your fingers miss the tightness and warmth.

 

Fluttershy is desperately flailing in the zero gravity of magic, “I didn’t get a chance to cum on him!” You regain a tiny bit of critical thinking due to the increase in oxygen. Twilight looks so frustrated. It sounds like there’s a cachaphony of squelching noises as though all the mane six are leaking and dripping from their hungry cunts to receive a dick and a final release.

 

“None of us did,” Rainbow Dash is angry from the same sexual frustration.

 

Pinkie Pie wants to go for the main course of the meal, “Why don’t we just really fuck him. You know he wants it, like full on penis in vagina stuff.” The Mexican standoff of mares is in full effect. Rarity is above your head on the right, Pinkie is to your head’s left, Twilight is in the mid left, then Fluttershy at your legs, followed by Dash and AJ on your right. They are the closest they’ve been in a circle so far, and each hot breath from their snouts that gets exhaled with a horsey sounding huff exacerbates the nearness you have towards taking the plunge.

 

“I reckon that I was the one to invite Anon, and I think me and him should rut first,” your crush admits to wanting your dick the most. The others begrudgingly look at each other before agreeing.

 

Rainbow Dash agrees, “Fine, but as long as we all get a turn.” AppleJack gives the nod to everyone, and the ravishment starts. Pinkie giggles with Rarity as they remove your shirt. Fluttershy takes the top of your pants off with her teeth, running her lips on your belly and crotch as she goes down. Dash and Twilight take off your underwear with their hooves. A theoretical bystander would compare the observations to zombies having encapsulated the lone survivor, and they are ripping off your clothes like the undead rip apart flesh. Your cock springs up, desperately needing service.

 

Rarity leans your head against her belly as you have your neck supported to see AppleJack take you on. The mares study your dick.

 

“He’s so hard,” Fluttershy laments to her own pleasure, smiling that you are a willing subject. “I hope he has enough cum for each of us.” Fluttershy starts hoofing herself. “Stallions can only go a couple rounds before they’re totally exhausted.” Pinkie frowns in thought, considering the problems that might arise.

 

Twilight speaks up as Applejack stands above you, “I used toys before that stretch you and add friction to your insides, but this real penis should twitch and throb inside of us. There’s no way we won't all orgasm on it.” The optimistic hypothesis is about to be tested.

 

Applejack meets your gaze. She holds her hat on and kisses you with a great deal of sensuality as she leans. Rarity’s belly sandwiches you between the orange muzzle. Applejack licks your lips then inserts her tongue. The relative coldness of the room is interrupted by the stark contrast of a hot string of fluid that lands on the underside of your dick and balls. Goddamn, she’s juicing a trail of Apple pussy on you.

 

How ever did you spend so much time in Equestria before you kissed a mare? You’ve done it before several times tonight, but the previous ones have felt experimental and exploratory. The kiss the farm pony does is the most passionate thing you’ve experienced so far. The sloppy muscle of AJ probes the palate of your human teeth and gums. You suck on her tongue. The twitching from your dick is on full display and a couple ponies gasp at the sight.

 

The kiss is broken. Applejack starts to aim her marehood at your standing penis. Pinkie takes your left arm and nuzzles your hand to pet her. Rarity strokes your head gently by hoof. Twilight Sparkle is curiously watching the interspecies mating experiment and probably making mental notes. Dash is out of character by holding onto your arm lovingly, and she looks super cute. Fluttershy is masturbating furiously. Her whole mouth is agape, breathing harder as time passes. She’s starting to drool.

 

“Anon,” AJ pats you, “I’d be honored to be your first mare. Ready?” You shake your head yes. HELL YES, but oh my. This is the first mare you’re going to take on. Applejack is your sweetheart, your crush, and luckily for you, she’s being very gentle, asking for permission like a gentlemare. Drowning out your anxiety is the wonderful feeling of love. You want her to take you. This is the final step. You’re going to enter her and do your full due diligence that is required to please a mare.

 

AJ keeps lowering herself. Your tip makes contact. You wince in pleasure. Rarity coos at the sight, seeing everything you’re seeing. Applejack takes your head inside. Instantly, the mare pussy feels like it's spasming and trying to massage anything it can, wanting the intruder to be milked and splatter its batter.

 

Sinking more, you can feel a guttural growl escape out your mouth. Your core flexes and goes tight, reacting to the feeling of going inside AJ. You see your penis start to disappear as she takes you in more. Her vulva widens and squeezes, complimenting the interior of her clenching sex. You can’t help but involuntarily twitch.

 

“Oh, he’s a twitchin,” Applejack is impressed by the feeling. The rest of the girls audibly give exclamations.

 

“Dearie, you’re doing such a good job. Just like that. Let her take you all the way down,” Rarity congratulates you as your dick is swallowed up completely. Applejack took you all inside with one drop of her hips, albeit very slowly. The dick inside her pushes hard against her cervix with her body weight forcing itself on your pelvis. The flesh is stretched and viscerally prodded.

 

“FUCK!”

 

You grimace and shout out loud. In all practicality, you are pinned by the girls all taking individual holds on your extremities while you fuck. Applejack rises and falls on you. The smooth insides rub around your cock, humping the pleasure out. The finality is approaching.

 

Applejack’s hooves are taken off the floor and they are planted on your abdomen. She increases her pace a tenfold.

 

“Yeah, that’s it, sugarcube, I’m gettin close.”

 

The pony rutting the little sanity you have left out of your body is seemingly approaching orgasm after only several dozen humps, but it makes sense as the mares have been totally bluebeaned, not having been able to cum yet after watching you act like a slut for so long. An idea comes to your mind to finish AJ off. Wrestling with Pinkie to free your left hand, you put your thumb in your mouth to coat it in saliva. That wetted thumb is jammed on Applejack’s clit as she rides you.

 

“Buckin Celestia!” Applejack quivers, “You’re gonna make me-Ah!” You’re trying your best. Her clit is firm to you when you graze it. The thing seems to have a mind of its own. Each time AJ goes down, your thumb waggles at the pony pussy’s love button, and this coaxes the little thing to extend out and seek more stimulation. Your palm is on her navel and teats as she pistons.

 

“Oh, that’s-nyeh,” there’s only a fraction of willpower left inside AJ to hold back from cumming. It’s sudden, but Applejack shakes. It seems like a brief tremor at first, but it comes in several waves and she racks her mind shaking. The oh-face of a mare having an orgasm meets your eyes. “Ooooooooh,” Applejack releases a very slow moan that expels all the air in her lungs. Her body quivers like a leaf. AJ’s eyes look to the ceiling, her tongue lols out, and her hat drops off backwards from her head due to the violent tilt and contractions, exposing her golden locks of perfect hair, not unlike a mortal seeing a Greek goddesses’ true form. Aiding that idea, you feel like you might melt or turn to stone. The stringently kept, hidden secret of Applejack’s beautiful mane is an appropriate give-back for making her cum.

 

Meanwhile, your clit massaging hand has been coated in a thick liquid. You study it. The spunk seeps out of AJ in her orgasm’s tenure. It’s opaque and ever so slightly yellow. Is this that stuff they call-

 

“Nonny, good work. You made her squash soup on you!” Pinkie celebrates the expulsion. That’s what marecum looks like, aye? Interesante. Rainbow Dash Squeezes you extra tight and pecks a kiss on you. The rest of the girls squeeze and snuggle. Fluttershy acts like an untamed beast, trying to have her own orgasm, hoofing her clit with the intensity of a psychopath.

 

If you are going to finish inside anypony, it has to be Applejack. You’ve had your eye on her for so long. Things have accelerated faster than a Saturn V rocket, but that isn’t changing what you want. You lick the pleasantly tasting marecum off your fingers. That hand is used to stroke the perfect, gold mane. Applejack is just barely returning to relative normality. Needing to use your other hand, you rip it out from Rainbow Dash who looks disappointed. None the matter as you need to get leverage.

 

The newly freed hand grips the thigh of AJ. You roughly shove downward. Spearing her on your big, hard, human dick.

 

She sighs in disbelief, “Goshdarn. How are you lastin so much longer than a stallion? I ain’t gonna be able to buck a tree after this.” You take the comment in stride, a point of pride on your ego.

 

“I love you, AJ,” you admit to her. The pony looks surprised then closes her eyes in humility and pleasure. You slam the mare down more. This is it. This is the climax. You force her as deep as you can get inside. She tries, but has no success of raising up again and fucking in the cadence you established.

 

The tightest and most powerful contractions you’ve ever felt around your groin happen while at bottom dead center of the stroke. You can feel an initial pulse of cum blast her internally from your cock. A mind melting orgasm goes on inside of her. You throw your head back into Rarity’s belly hard.

 

Multiple, sticky and thick cum shots fill the tight space up. There's no way you didn't fill her womb with all of that.

 

“Nice, dude. You just came inside of her,” RD compliments. Woah, fucking Goddamn did you cum in her. A whole flood of cum leaks out and you buck your lower body as best you can.

 

Twilight notices the human cum pouring downward, “Just look at it all.” She leans in, inches away, and she puts her tongue out. Twi’s tongue tastes a cum strand directly from the tap. The tongue happens to touch Applejack’s clit that sits on the top of her cock-stuffed hole. Applejack whinnies in pleasure. Twilight sits back again, hoof coming to her chin in wonder over the new tastes. This has to serve as a great new science experiment to write to Princess Celestia, you imagine.

 

Dear Princess Celestia,

 

You would not believe the amount of human semen that came out of my friend Applejack after we had our new, human sex toy shove his cock inside her. The stuff seems pretty satisfying. Maybe you should try it? I’m thinking about running many new tests: Coitus, tasting, and general stamina activities to see the capabilities of how a properly fluff-trained human compares to a colt.

 

Your faithful student,

Twilight Sparkle

 

Fluttershy goes closer with her muzzle too, and her nostrils flare out. She sniffs the human cum, freshly seeped from AJ’s marepussy. That was the last thing needed to send her over the top. Fluttershy convulses and shakes. Her love tunnel rains down another batch of squash soup for the floor of SugarCube Corner. The Cakes are gonna be pissed with how much this place smells like sex, even if you all are able to clean this bitch up afterwards.

 

“Thanks, Anon,” Applejack gives her last bit of appreciation. She stands up. The lewdest queefing and wet squeaks of a stuffed vagina relinquishing its human dick sound out to accompany the secondary torrent of cum which was trapped inside. Your dick is still not soft after ejaculating. Pinkie and Dash look at each other and pounce.

 

Both of them, the party pony and Bluefast, lick and suck on your cock. The mixture of sloppy cum the two of you had deluged gets gobbled. Rainbow seems more interested in just sucking you. Holy fucking shit is your dick sensitive after what just happened. Your face contorts in pleasurable agony as your tip hits Dash’s palette. Pinkie laps up what she can, swallowing the semen to her best ability.

 

*Gak, Gak, Gak*

 

The pegasus sucking you off is noisy and obnoxious in her gags. Rainbow greedily chokes herself. Pinkie is relatively silent, but gets disappointed once she runs out of liquid frosting to eat. Each head bob of Rainbow Dash keeps your cock harder than Tungsten.

 

“Rainbow Dash! Just like I said before, there’s five other mares here.” Rarity is still holding onto your head. RD gives a really hard suck. You can feel, based on her gulping, that she wants to do one last swallow of you.

 

“Yeah, whatever,” Dash complains. She wipes the corner of her mouth with a hoof as she halts her fellatio session.

 

Rarity asks, “Anon, would you like to do this more? Maybe come here to party and play games every week?” You consider the thought.

 

Fluttershy butts in. She’s collected herself, post-orgasm, acting more like her regular self, “Rarity, that sounds lovely.” The yellow pegasus looks at the floor then looks at you again. “What do you think?”

 

“Yeah, I would like to, I suppose,” Every Week you’re going to have your hands full it seems. Try not to jack off during the coming weeks and save up all the spunk you can. Then your prostate and balls will have more than enough wherewithal. There’s six mares here, damnit, and what other way will you be able to come in all of them?

 

“Applejack, can you bring Winona’s collar and leash next time we do this?” Fluttershy asks AJ. The earth pony is puzzled, but then smirks in understanding. Wait, what does that mean?

 

“Okay, everypony, who’s next?” Twilight Sparkle asks the group. All of them raise a hoof besides AJ. They huff and snarl at each other. It’s another standoff on who’ll fuck you next. The next five fuckings are going to be wild, and who knows how rough Fluttershy is going to be.

 

You interject to smooth things out, “Hey, could I pick?” The mares shrug in allowance. “Let’s see… Uh, I’ll go with-”

 

 

The End