Applesplat Part 2


                                            >Fluttershy softly touched down near the middle of Sweet Apple Acres’ western orchard.

                                            >The constant thwack of hooves had been a useful guide to find her friend through the thick canopy of apple trees.

                                            >Just a few hours ago Fluttershy had gotten a message from Applebloom that Applejack wanted to see her as soon as it was convenient.

                                            > It seemed that Applejack wanted a friend’s opinion on something.

                                            >What, exactly, Applebloom didn’t say.

                                            >Fluttershy followed the sound of hooves on trees, wandering for a moment through the rows before her friend came into view.

                                            >Applejack certainly looked like she had put in a lot of work today.

                                            >It was only noon, but Fluttershy knew how early her friend preferred to start her days.

                                            >The mare looked tired and sweaty, and she was so distracted that Fluttershy’s arrival went unnoticed.

                                            >THWACK

                                            >A wave of red and yellow apples fell to the ground, bouncing softly on the grass.

                                            >The farmer wiped her brow and sighed before bending over to start collecting the tree’s bounty.

                                            >Fluttershy took the opportunity to finally approach.

                                            >”You, um, wanted to see me?”

                                            >She wasn’t much good for applebucking, but Fluttershy decided she could at least help gather.

                                            >She joined Applejack in picking up the fallen fruits.

                                            >”Huh? Oh, hey ‘Shy. Good ta see ya’.”

                                            >”Good to see you too.”

                                            >”You must have dropped everything to get here so quick, I just talked to Apple Bloom about it.”

                                            >”Actually, it’s been a few hours since she came by… I had to clear up a few misunderstandings caused by one of Angel’s adventures first.”

                                            >Applejack looked up to gauge the summer sun, and to her surprise found it at noon-day heights.


                                            >”Huh. Well, it has been busy. Gotta get this whole section clear by tomorrow. The new crop’s right picky. Speak’n of, that’s why Ah wanted you to swing by. Ah got a bit of a secret I wanted to let’ya in on.”

                                            >”Oh? I don’t really like secrets too much..”

                                            >”Ah bet you’ll like this’n. ’Sides, it won’t be secret for long. Ah just needed somepony I could trust to be quiet for a couple days, and bein’ quiet is one a’ the thing’s yer best at. It’s late enough, lets haul this back to the barn and grab a bite to eat at the farmhouse. We can talk on the way.”

                                            >”That sounds alright. You look like you could use the break.”

                                            >Together, the two finished collecting the fallen apples and started to meander back to the Apple family home with a wagon full of fruit.

                                            >”So what do you know about magic apples, ‘Shy?”

                                            >”Um, well, nothing?”

                                            >”Not too surprised. The only one’s Ah know you’ve had are Zap-Apples. They ain’t the only kind out there, ya’ know. We Apples have all kinds’a stories about ‘em. Every few hundred moons a new kind turns up. Or sometimes it’s an old lost one that turns up again. All of ‘em are just kinda’… weird.”

                                            >”Weird how?”

                                            >”Think about Zap Apples. They’re are crammed with pegasus magic. Rainbow skin, and past the skin they’re full’a more rainbow and a whole lot of lightning. Not what I’d call a normal honey crisp.”

                                            >”Okay, well that does makes sense. I never really thought about it. You know, the pegasus magic is probably why Rainbow Dash and me love Zap Apple jam so much.”

                                            >”Sure as sugar is. The whole reason Sweet Apple Acres paired up with a sleezeball like Filthy Rich was he could sell outside Ponyville. His Cloudsdale store usually sells about a third of everything we get to him.”


                                            >”But what do Zap Apples have to do with me? They aren’t even in season yet.”

                                            >”Think back girl, we’re only talkin’ about Zap Apples ‘cause it was the only magic apple Ah knew you knew of.”

                                            >”Oh, right, sorry.”

                                            >”Don’t you start apologizing on me. Anyway, what I wanted ya’ here for is what’s in the cart. I got myself a fancy brand new apple. We’re still messin’ around with how we’re gonna sell ‘em, but I was hopin’ to grab a friend’s opinion first. It might help us figure out the best direction to take ‘em in.”

                                            >“Sound’s important. I’d be happy to help. But, if you don’t mind me asking, what, um, what makes these apples ‘weird’?”

                                            >”Haha. About that. Ah ain’t sure how they work yet. What Ah do know is they’re really good at… eh…  let’s call it ‘relieving stress’.”

                                            >”What, like a massage?”

                                            >”You could say that. You’ll find out what I mean after we’re back.”

                                            >The two friend’s conversation drifted for a while, and before long the two mares had crossed the long acreage between the west orchard and the farmhouse.

                                            >Applejack gestured to one of the several wood picnic tables outside her home.

                                            >”You make yerself comfortable out here, I’ll put this away and grab us some lunch and somethin’ cool to drink.”

                                            >She chose one near the fence, under the shade of a the nearest orchard.

                                            >Applejack rolled the cart of apples into one of the barns, before emerging with about six apples in hand.

                                            >Fluttershy watched her friend carry them to her door in the distance before vanishing inside.

                                            >The pegasus smiled softly in the comfortable shade.

                                            >She wasn’t sure if she was the best pony to test Applejack’s new apples.

                                            >The mare didn’t feel stressed at all, they might not do anything.

                                            >Fluttershy’s brow furrowed as she contemplated whether or not she was stressed about not being stressed enough, and whether or not that would be enough to make her a good tester for Applejack.


                                            >The pegasus was left with ten minutes of quandary before she saw Applejack emerge from the kitchen door.

                                            >She had a woven basket on one arm, no doubt full of delicious Apple Family treats.

                                            >Applejack looked a tad cleaner to Fluttershy, no-doubt having taken a few minutes to rinse off evidence of her morning labors before leaving the house.

                                            >Once at the table, Applejack set out a small tablecloth from the basket and quickly emptied the rest of it’s contents.

                                            >”Nothin’ too fancy. Just got some juice, a couple daffodil sandwiches, and a couple fritters.”

                                            >”Well, it still looks lovely.”

                                            >”And, of course, there’s one of these.”

                                            >Applejack took the last bit of food out of the basket, a bright red apple, and set it down in front of Fluttershy.

                                            >”Ah still don’t have a proper name for ‘em. Right now we’re leaning towards Fizzapples. Maybe Splat Apples, on account of the mess they can make. This one’s nice and ripe, so don’t be too surprised if it sprays’ya a bit when you take a bite.”

                                            >Fluttershy tentatively picked it up off the table and sniffed it.

                                            >”So what’s it taste like?”

                                            >”Pretty normal, really. Not too different from a Jonagold. Sweet, mostly. Main thing that gives it a kick is it fizzes when’ya eat it. Kind’a like seltzer. I’d eat it first, it’ll give you the best impression that way.”

                                            >”Alright.”

                                            >With little ceremony fluttershy moved the apple another few inches forward and took a small bite.

                                            >As soon as her teeth broke the skin, a fizzy spray burst into her mouth.

                                            >Fluttershy almost dropped the apple in surprise.


                                            >”Oh wow, you really weren’t joking about the fizz.”

                                            >Knowing more of what to expect, Fluttershy to a more adventurous bite.

                                            >With the skin already having broken and the pressure let out, the next bite had less of a spray and more of a gentile foaming.

                                            >Fluttershy giggled a softly as she chewed the apple, enjoying the tickling bubbles in her cheeks and on her tongue.

                                            >As soon as she swallowed, Fluttershy shaved off a much smaller third bite.

                                            >”This is really fun! I love the little bubbles.”

                                            >”If you think it’s nice now, you better hold on for the ride.”

                                            >”Ride?”

                                            >”Ah don’t want to spoil it.”

                                            >”Spoil… what? Oooh”

                                            >Fluttershy’s other hand patted her belly.

                                            >“That feels kind of funny. I think the bubbles are still going.”

                                            >A gurgle and a long fizz rose out of her flat tummy.

                                            >”Oh wow… It’s really going.”

                                            >Fluttershy raised the apple again, but before she could take a bite she interrupted herself with a small burp.

                                            >”Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. It snuck up on- UURP.”

                                            >The second one was not as small.

                                            >She dropped the apple and both of her hands shot to her mouth and covered the offending orifice completely.

                                            >”Don’t you worry about it, same thing happened to me when Ah ate one. It’ll pass.”

                                            >Another bubbling gurgle ran through her middle.

                                            >Fluttershy slowly lowered her hands after it failed to turn into another belch.


                                            >The pegasus looked down at her tingly belly while she made a grab for the apple.

                                            >It looked just a bit thicker than normal.

                                            >Fluttershy was a slim mare, if heavy-breasted, but now she looked like she’d finished a very hearty meal.

                                            >Her free hand rubbed a few circles on her yellow tummy before giving it a prod.

                                            >The prod was a mistake.

                                            >Her fingers sunk slightly into her squishy belly, and she immediately felt tighter.

                                            >Fluttershy did her best to stifle the resulting burp.

                                            >”Are you sure these are good for stress relief? It started fun but now I keep being rude and feel bloated.”

                                            >”Give it a bit, ‘Shy things start to, uh, ‘heat up’ pretty fast. Should start any second now.”

                                            >Returning her hand to her little belly, Fluttershy waited and watched.

                                            >She still felt little tingles as bubbles continued to pop and fizz inside her.

                                            >They thought they felt faster now, or maybe she was just more aware of them.

                                            >No, they were definitely faster.

                                            >Stronger, too.

                                            >Fluttershy could feel them through the skin and fur of her belly now, pushing slightly on her dainty fingers with every internal pop.

                                            >But she felt something else, as well.

                                            >A strange warmth seemed to be spreading through her.


                                            >The warmth was familiar, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on why.

                                            >It almost felt like it started from her…

                                            >Fluttershy blushed hard.

                                            >”Oh! Oh my. A-applejack… Is this… did you mean *that* kind of stress relief?”

                                            >Applejack smirked at her from across the table.

                                            >”Eeyep.”

                                            >Fluttershy’s ears went flat but her blush only deepened.

                                            >”But we’re outside!”

                                            >”Nopony comes by these parts.”

                                            >Fluttershy began to hyperventilate, it only served to spread the blush from her cheeks to the rest of her face.

                                            >”Oh, no no no no.”

                                            >”’Sides, it ain’t like we can do anything about it now.”

                                            >”But your family is right over there! What if Applebloom leaves the house and- Aaah!”

                                            >Fluttershy recoiled when she felt something grab at her belly.

                                            >All this time her bloated tummy had been growing.

                                            >Now it was so large it had run into the edge of the picnic table.

                                            >Confused, aroused, and startled, Fluttershy awkwardly pulled herself out from between the bench and table, before running off towards the nearby orchard.

                                            >As the fence loomed in front of her she took wing, flapping in a clumsy tizzy.

                                            >Her belly hung off her as she flew, making her silhouette against the sky look like she was struggling to carry a large pumpkin.

                                            >The panicked mare nearly crash landed a few hundred yards into the orchard.


                                            >Fluttershy leaned herself against the nearest tree to catch her breath.

                                            >She was enormous, easily the size of a full-term mare.

                                            >And the foreign warmth was every where inside her.

                                            >Now that she was alone, it started to push out the other emotions that were overwhelming her.

                                            >The tingling in her belly returned, but this time it felt different.

                                            >There were still pops and fizzes coming from inside her, but now she felt the tickling on the outside of her belly.

                                            >She rubbed it briefly before realizing the new tingles were coming from her belly stretching out like one of pinkie’s balloons.

                                            >A little bit of the initial joy she had when eating the fruit started to creep back.

                                            >Maybe this actually could be fun.

                                            >Fluttershy realized she was still holding the apple that had started all this and let it fall to the ground.

                                            >She had guessed she already had enough.

                                            >The mare leaned even more heavily onto the tree and decided to simply let go.

                                            >Applejack had said it would be a ride, so Fluttershy was going to let it take her wherever it was going to go.

                                            >It was nice.

                                            >Better than nice.

                                            >With a few deep breaths the warmth grew into heat, and Fluttershy felt her whole body flush with it.

                                            >She grabbed her belly with both arms and gave it a little squeeze.

                                            >An electric tingle ran down her spine.

                                            >This felt fantastic.

                                            >Her breathing was demure but deep.

                                            >It wasn’t until a particularly loud pop from inside her that her proverbial dam finally broke.


                                            >fzzzPOP

                                            >Fluttershy’s slow and contemplative inhalation hitched as she felt the pop reverberate through her tightening stomach.

                                            >It felt like she was pressing in every direction at once, if only for a blink.

                                            >Her next exhale came with a staggered moan, and she felt something wet start to creep down her inner thigh.

                                            >The mare’s eyes rolled back and crossed themselves briefly, and her jaw went slack at the same time as her legs.

                                            >Fluttershy slid down the trunk to a sitting position on the roots of the tree.

                                            >Her legs came out straight in front of her, and her head tilted as far back as she could manage against the tree.

                                            >This was more than fantastic, it was bliss.

                                            >The popping and fizzing continued, each muffled pop evoking another shudder from the slack-jawed mare.

                                            >She no longer had the presence of mind to wonder why it all felt so good, instead her body simply acted.

                                            >Her hands danced over her own body, groping at her tight belly before moving on to massage her hefty blushing breasts.

                                            >It just kept getting better.

                                            >The tingle of stretching had started to concentrate in lines down her belly, the biggest being right down the middle.

                                            >There was just so much pressure inside her, and it all wanted out.

                                            >Another large pop sounded from inside her, and she nearly lost consciousness from the pleasure.

                                            >She fell sideways from the tree, her great belly impacting harshly.

                                            >All the stripes of strained flesh pulsed with the impact, they evoked another loud moan and a lot of twitching.


                                            >Laying on her side in orgasmic bliss, Fluttershy could no longer see much around her belly.

                                            >Not that she cared to.

                                            >If she could, she would have been able to see that the stretch marks growing on her had become rosy with strain.

                                            >She was ready to split at any moment.

                                            >From her addled perspective, all Fluttershy knew was that she was building up to something big.

                                            >Something that was going to feel wonderful.

                                            >Dull pops came from inside for another few moments, Fluttershy kicking or twitching lightly in time with each.

                                            >Soon Something else drowned out everything else.

                                            >FZZZZZZZZZ

                                            >One loud fizz buzzed above the others.

                                            >THUMP

                                            >Fluttershy’s whole belly surged.

                                            >The rosy shades from her stretch marks spread like lightning, joining the whole of her belly into one strained bulge.

                                            >POP

                                            >The mare’s belly button flipped itself out from the strain.

                                            >An orgasm unlike anything she’d ever known ripped through her.

                                            >The edges of her vision began to blur and darken.

                                            >Every breath felt like it was going to pop her.

                                            >All the feeling did was serve to deepen the final climax she’d fallen into.

                                            >Still clutching her breasts, Fluttershy gave out the strongest moan she could muster as she heard another buzzing fizz start to grow inside her.

                                            >Fluttershy’s eyes rolled back even further and her vision went black as she passed out from the pleasure.

                                            >There was a single muffled *pop*.

                                            >Her stressed belly vigorously burst, covering the area around her with fizzing apple mash.


                                            >Applejack arrived a few minutes later.

                                            >She found fluttershy peacefully sleeping by the base of a tree, with a blissful smile lazily painted on her face.

                                            >The mess she had made was impressive.

                                            >There was apple glop completely carpeting a twenty-foot hemisphere around where Fluttershy lay.

                                            >Some of the trees as far as fifty feet away were still dripping the foamy applesauce from their leaves and branches.

                                            >Fluttershy herself was covered in it.

                                            >Applejack was torn.

                                            >Fluttershy looked so peaceful there that it would be a shame to disturb her.

                                            >But at the same time she was outside and covered in mashed apples.

                                            >She spoke softly, more to herself than her friend

                                            >”Let’s get you out a’here and cleaned up. You’d be more bug-bite than pony if’n I left you out here.”

                                            >Applejack lifted her friend, and started back towards the farmhouse.

                                            >She wasn’t sure if it woke Fluttershy or not, but she heard a sigh of contentment as her friend nestled into her.