Anon's Corruption: Part 12 - Loyalty 2 (Clop)


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                                            "Anon's Corruption: Part 12 - Loyalty 2 (Clop)"

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                                            >What started as a nap turned into a slumber.

                                            >Oh you woke up just fine.

                                            >You went downstairs that day to get the promised pie.

                                            >It tasted fantastic.

                                            >You always loved the apples in Equestria.

                                            >Especially Sweet Apple Acres’.

                                            >But its flavour was mostly lost on you.

                                            >You ate for sustenance, and retreated back up to Applejack’s bedroom.

                                            >You couldn’t face the world.

                                            >For days you stayed in that room, only leaving it for food, water and other biological necessities.

                                            >Every night Applejack would come back and lie next to you.

                                            >The only time you felt alive was when she was by your side.

                                            >That’s not to say your friends didn’t come by to visit you.

                                            >On the second day Pinkie Pie and Rarity came by to check on you.

                                            >”Whatever is the matter, darling? You’re giving Fluttershy quite the fright! It almost seems as if you’re having an affair with Applejack.”

                                            >”And that would be something that only a big meanie would do! You could hurt Fluttershy’s feelings!”

                                            >”Don’t tell us it’s true, darling. That would be most unfitting of a man of your stature.”

                                            >Most of the time you stayed silent.

                                            >There was no point in trying to talk to these p0nies.

                                            >In your mind they had already made their minds up.

                                            >Fluttershy had gotten to them first, and poisoned them all to her side.

                                            >You were just being a difficult, stubborn creature, unfit for such a beautiful p0ny as Fluttershy.

                                            >You wanted to tell them the truth, but when they talked to you...

                                            >All you could think about was that night.

                                            >It filled your thoughts, clouded your mind.

                                            >It locked up everything that you had control over.

                                            >Your eyes glazed over and your mouth wouldn’t work!

                                            >You just couldn’t bring yourself to admit your weakness.

                                            >It crippled you.

                                            >After a while of talking at you, most p0nies would give up.

                                            >Rainbow Dash didn’t take this treatment well.

                                            >She thought you were simply being callous.

                                            >Why wouldn’t you speak to one of your best friends?

                                            >”What, they don’t have couples on “Earth?” Why are you being so horrible to Fluttershy? You should be faithful to her! She’s only shown you love and kindness since you came here!”

                                            >That was mostly what she said day after day.

                                            >She was the one that visited most often.

                                            >Even when you were in bed, she’d turn up at the window, banging away with those blue hooves of hers so hard it threatened to crack.

                                            >It didn’t get you out of bed though.

                                            >You felt shame at what had happened to you.

                                            >You felt guilt that you couldn’t talk to her.

                                            >You felt betrayal that nop0ny believed you.

                                            >You had, in her eyes, turned from a faithful drinking buddy to a heartbreaking monster.

                                            >But you could see it in her body language.

                                            >How she couldn’t look you in the eyes.

                                            >How she was so disappointed in you. She knew you had to have a good reason.

                                            >She was the element of loyalty after all, and she wanted to be a good friend to both you and Fluttershy.

                                            >But you couldn’t tell her. You couldn’t admit to one of your best friends that you had been raped.

                                            >Not to a p0ny who values being cool over so much else.

                                            >So she kept coming back, loyal as ever, to see if you had changed you mind.

                                            >After the seventh day, she didn’t turn up.

                                            >Twilight did instead.

                                            >Just Twilight on her own. No other friends or lackeys.

                                            >She sat down with you at the table and spoke calmly.

                                            >”Anon. I need to know from you what happened. Applejack has told me what you told her, but I need to hear it from the horse’s mouth.”

                                            >You crack a slight smile at the pun. However, it’s tainted with your cynicism.

                                            “If I told you, would you believe me?”

                                            >”Depends on what you tell me.”

                                            “You’ve heard it all already. Applejack doesn’t lie.”

                                            >”No, but she’s technically not lying. She’s telling me what she thinks is the truth.”

                                            >You slam your fists down on the table.

                                            “STOP FUCKING AROUND WITH ME.”

                                            >She recoils at your sudden movement, horn glowing as she charges a spell in self defence.

                                            “You’re just like the rest of them. She’s turned you against me. You all believe her already. So stop acting like you want to help me.”

                                            >”Anon, I came here because I want to find the truth. I’m a sceptical p0ny, even if it is my friend we’re talking about.”

                                            >You sigh and breathe deeply to calm yourself down.

                                            >You steel yourself. It’s time to say it.

                                            “She raped me, Twilight. Twice. Once when I first got here, and again a week ago.”

                                            >Twilight’s horn powers down, and she rests her hooves on the table.

                                            >”So it’s true then.”

                                            “What?”

                                            >”I cast a lie detector spell on myself earlier. I can tell whether you’re lying or not. The only problem is... Fluttershy’s telling the truth as well.”

                                            >What? WHAT?

                                            “HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?!” You scream, incensed.

                                            >Again, Twilight recoils.

                                            >This time however, you check yourself.

                                            >She is one of your allies now. And you have few enough as it is. You don’t want to be pushing them away.

                                            “I’m sorry, Twilight. I’m... not well.”

                                            >”I can see that, Anon. That’s why I’m here. Everyp0ny is so worried about you.”

                                            >Could it be that you were just being paranoid? Did everyp0ny really want to see you?

                                            >No, they wanted to see you back with Fluttershy. That’s what they asked about.

                                            ”So how could Fluttershy and I both be telling the truth?”

                                            >”I’m not sure. But the lie detector spell is accurate. She said in her own words that she was “advancing your relationship to the next level.” She obviously meant sex. Maybe she doesn’t think it was rape?”

                                            “IT WAS, TWILIGHT.”

                                            >Again, you’re shouting.

                                            “I’m... I’m sorry. It’s just... I know what happened. She has no right to say that she didn’t rape me.”

                                            >”It’s fine, Anon. We’ll sort this out. Just leave it to me.”

                                            “I... Thank you, Twilight. For being so patient with me.”

                                            >”That’s what friends are for, Anon.”

                                            >She smiles at you with that cute grin that you only see on p0nies.

                                            >Despite your depressed state, you can’t help but smile back.

                                            >Her smile lifts your spirits slightly, and fills you with hope.


                                            >The next day Twilight called again.

                                            >With a warm glow in your chest, you got out of bed on your own volition.

                                            >She had brought paper and a quill, and also Spike.

                                            >Together, you and Twilight wrote a letter to Celestia.

                                            “I humbly request your fair and swift judgment on this matter. On my homeplanet rape is a serious offence, and is punished quite severely. I merely ask for justice to be meted out fairly, in proportion to the crime committed.”

                                            >”How do you spell committed?” Spike asks.

                                            >You smile at him. He’s a devoted lad, but he still has a way to go in the world.

                                            >You and him often spent days together. As the two creatures with hands in P0nyville, you had a lot in common.

                                            >It was cute, him asking questions about your home. Well, everyp0ny asked questions about your home.

                                            >But he also asked those questions that you remember asking at his age.

                                            >How do I get mares to like me?

                                            >How do I get Rarity to like me?

                                            >Well, ok. You didn’t ask that one when you were younger.

                                            >But you had taken him as a sort of understudy of yours.

                                            >You were his male role model since arriving, however unwise that sounded.

                                            >He finalised your words on paper, with Twilight’s approval.

                                            >Twilight added her own section to the letter, discussing her own feelings on the matter.

                                            >She backed you up on your points, and even provided references to Equestrian law as to how this should be dealt with.

                                            >”And, according to section 14, paragraph 3, the punishment for such a crime is at least 10 years imprisonment. Considering that Fluttershy is one of the elements of harmony, discression should be used when sentencing her, but at the very least a restraining order should be issued and enforced.”

                                            >You did suggest that Celestia probably has her own advisors, or even came up with the laws herself, but Twilight shrugged it off, saying that she was simply justifying her opinions.

                                            >The girl really knew how to make an argument.

                                            >Spike blew his magical green flames on it, blackening and crumpling it before it disintegrated into green sparkles.

                                            >Off it went, carrying your most intimate wishes along with it.

                                            >”Guys, what’s rape anyway?” Spike innocently asked.

                                            “Uh... I’ll tell you when you’re older, Spike.”

                                            >That was one talk that was going to be very awkward.

                                            >While you waited for a reply you went for a walk with Twilight and Spike to find Applejack and tell her the good news of what you had done.

                                            >You found her in the southern orchard, working up a sweat like usual.

                                            >Her orange coat sparkled with glistening beads of sweat, as her perfect form bucked straight and true at the base of a tree.

                                            >It reminded you of why you loved her.

                                            >Not only was she your rock, she was beautiful too.

                                            >Twilight sniggers at your dopey expression.

                                            >You didn’t even realise you were pulling one, but Spike very kindly reaches over and closes your mouth for you.

                                            >You snap out of it and continue towards Applejack.

                                            >As you approach she stops her bucking and takes off her hat.

                                            >She swings her ponytail in an arc around her, spreading apple scented sweat into the air.

                                            >You can smell it strongly as you get close.

                                            >She replaces her hat and faces the three of you.

                                            >”Anon! Ah’m so glad yer outta bed!”

                                            >She runs over to you and tackles you into a hug.

                                            >She rubs her cheek against your stomach.

                                            >”Ah... Ah thought you’d never get up...”

                                            >Her words stab at your heart.

                                            >How could you have caused your friends and closest ones to worry?

                                            >You stroke her mane. It’s therapeutic for the both of you.

                                            “I’m so sorry, Applejack. I... wasn’t well.”

                                            >”Ah know, sugarcube. Ah just wanted you to get better.”

                                            “I am now, thanks to you and Twilight.”

                                            >Twilight turns her head away from the touching scene and blushes.

                                            >Spike sticks a claw in his mouth and gags.

                                            >”Why? What’s happened?” Applejack asks.

                                            >You explain to her about the letter you sent, and how Twilight researched the laws about Fluttershy’s crime.

                                            >You also explain how with two of the elements of harmony backing you, honesty and magic she’d have to believe you.

                                            >”That’s great, sugar! Ah’m so glad yer doin’ somethin’ ‘bout all this. Ah bet Celestia will have this sorted lickety split!” Applejack says, overjoyed.

                                            “I’m feeling good about it too. Good enough to buck!”

                                            >Both p0nies in your presence blush deeply at your comment.

                                            “Not like that. I’ll go get my mallet.”

                                            >”I’ll help too!” Twilight offers.

                                            >”Thanks, sugarcube. Without Anon, we’ve actually kinda been behind.”

                                            >The rest of the day is spent doing good, honest hard work.

                                            >After being in bed for a week it felt good to exercise those muscles.

                                            >By the end of the day you were sore and aching and in need of a shower.

                                            >Twilight, despite only using magic for the day, is also quite tired.

                                            >She diligently carries Spike on her back, who has long since fallen asleep.

                                            >”Y’all don’t got no stamina!” Applejack quips.

                                            >You and Twilight both groan simultaneously as you drag yourselves towards the homestead.

                                            >You enter the wooden house to the delightful smell of apple and cinnamon.

                                            >Granny Smith is cooking at the antique stove, some kind of apple confection being roasted to perfection no doubt.

                                            >Big Mac is waiting patiently at the table, and nods to you to acknowledge your presence.

                                            >You nod back, and you swear you see the faintest hint of a smile on his lips.

                                            >Apple Bloom is running frantically behind Granny Smith as she prepares the food.

                                            >Her stumpy little legs are a blur from excitement.

                                            >”An’ then me an’ Scootaloo tried hang-glidin’! But Sweetie Belle didn’t cuz she was too scared... But we’re definitely gonna get our cutie marks some time this week! Miss Cheerilee said so!”

                                            >Applejack closes the front door behind you, and your stealth is broken.

                                            >Granny Smith turns and smiles sagely at you.

                                            >Apple Bloom, even though you thought it wasn’t possible, widens her eyes even more in excitement and gallops to you, giving your knees a fierce hug.

                                            >”ANON, YER AWAKE!”

                                            >You release her grip and pick her up under her forelegs.

                                            “That I am, little missy. And it’s good to be so.”

                                            >She raises her legs towards you, in the universal “I want to be hugged” motion.

                                            >You give into her puppy dog eyes. You could never resist her cuteness.

                                            >You hug her tightly, with her head over your shoulder.

                                            >With her arms wrapped tightly around your neck, and her muzzle next to your ear you hear sniffling coming from her.

                                            >You stroke her mane with one arm, while supporting her with the other.

                                            “Aww... I’m sorry for worrying you, Apple Bloom...”

                                            >”Ah... Ah was just so scared... Applejack said things... She said you were sick...” She sobs into your shoulder.

                                            “It’s ok now, Apple Bloom. I’m ok now.”

                                            >You continue to stroke her hair, and gently rock her up and down.

                                            >Her oversized ribbon bounces with her hair as you soothe her.

                                            >You keep her safe in your arms as you sit down at the table.

                                            >”Heh. I told ya you’d be good with the young’uns!” Granny Smith calls.

                                            >It’s smiles all round at the touching scene.

                                            >It eats you to know that you made this many p0nies worry about you...

                                            >But it wasn’t your fault.

                                            >It was Fluttershy’s.

                                            >And soon she’d face justice.


                                            >Spike and Twilight were invited to stay that evening.

                                            >They graciously accepted, and were honoured guests at the Apples’ table.

                                            >Dinner was delicious as always.

                                            >This time the flavour hit your taste buds properly.

                                            >For the first time in a week you savoured it.

                                            >You could taste the love and effort that the apples put into their produce.

                                            >It was nice to not eat just for sustenance.

                                            >Conversation at the dinner table was varied with Twilight and Spike’s input.

                                            >It made a nice change.

                                            >Apple Bloom of course talked about school and the crusaders. This time she had a captive audience in Spike.

                                            >Similarly Twilight was engrossed in Granny Smith’s first-hand accounts of the settling of P0nyville.

                                            >And they didn’t just listen.

                                            >Twilight shared her research into crop cycling and germination for all the Apples to enjoy.

                                            >Spike told tales of the dragon migration to Apple Bloom, who was absolutely enraptured.

                                            >You could see the tiny gears turning in her head as she no doubt thought of hundreds of ways she could obtain some kind of dragon related cutie mark.

                                            >The entire setting made you smile, as you sat next to your beloved.

                                            >You and Applejack didn’t weigh into the conversation much.

                                            >You just sat in contented silence as you watched the scene unfold before you.

                                            >Before long you felt a hoof on your thigh.

                                            >You didn’t look. You knew who it was.

                                            >You placed your hand on Applejack’s leg and smiled genuinely for the first time in a while.

                                            >After dinner Twilight and Spike left.

                                            >They were disappointed that Celestia hadn’t replied yet, but you assured them it wasn’t their fault.

                                            >You felt at ease, knowing that the response would come soon.

                                            >You waved them goodbye with a smile on your face, and Applejack by your side.

                                            >You felt like things were going to change.

                                            >You and Applejack headed back inside to the family.

                                            >Granny Smith was reclining in her rocking chair, and Big Mac had retreated to his bed.

                                            >He needed his sleep, you were sure. He got up the earliest out of all of you.

                                            >Apple Bloom had passed out colouring on the floor in front of the fire.

                                            >You turned to Applejack and smiled.

                                            >She started walking to pick Apple Bloom up, but you held your hand up and stopped her.

                                            >You motion for her to go upstairs, and she smiles and nods at you.

                                            >You creep over to Apple Bloom, who lies motionless on the floor.

                                            >She sleeps silently, her only sign of life her gentle breathing.

                                            >You ever so carefully pick her up, one arm supporting her rump and the other resting on her shoulder.

                                            >She instinctively hooks her legs over your shoulder and smiles in her sleep.

                                            >As you’re stooped down you see what she was drawing.

                                            >A crudely scribbled picture depicts a field full of apple trees, the yellow sun shining on the scene.

                                            >In the picture there is a large red earth pony, a small yellow earth pony, and a green earth pony.

                                            >They stand to one side of the picture.

                                            >In the centre of the picture is an orange earth pony with long blonde hair in a ponytail.

                                            >She’s dressed in a long, flowing white dress with a veil over her face.

                                            >Standing tall next to her is a pink stick man in a black suit.

                                            >A heart is floating above and in between the two centre figures.

                                            >Your heart swells at the scene.

                                            >It’s very poorly drawn, but it the sentiment shines through.

                                            >You think...

                                            >Maybe one day...

                                            >When all this is over...

                                            >You shake your head at your wondering train of thought.

                                            >You’d better get Apple Bloom to bed.

                                            >You pick yourself up off the floor and tiptoe to the stairs.

                                            >”You know, even the little’un can see it.” A croaky voice calls out to you from the corner of the room.

                                            >Granny Smith is looking out the window.

                                            >”Ah’ve told you time and time again... Sweet Apple Acres needs someone like you...”

                                            >”Yer already like one of the family. Why don’t ya just admit it already?”

                                            >You sigh.

                                            >You don’t really have an excuse now that you’re away from Fluttershy.

                                            >But it’s not like the threat of her is gone yet.

                                            “When this is all over, Granny, we’ll talk.”

                                            >From her profile you see the creases of a smile appear on her wizened face.

                                            >”Ah’ll hold you to that, son. We Apples are p0nies of our word.”

                                            >You know that for a fact.

                                            >You head upstairs with your precious cargo, and set her in her bed.

                                            >Unfortunately, as you’re tucking her in, her yellow eyelids flutter open.

                                            >”Anon...”

                                            >You kneel at her bedside and stroke her mane out of her eyes.

                                            “Yes, Apple Bloom?”

                                            >”Are you... gonna be my big brother?”

                                            >Oh god, you don’t know how to answer this.

                                            “Go to sleep, little one.”

                                            >You kiss her on her forehead and she closes her eyes.

                                            >As she drifts off, she mutters,

                                            >”Good night, Big... Anon...”

                                            >And she dreams of whatever tiny p0nies dream of.

                                            >You ninja your way out of the room and down the hall to Applejack’s room.

                                            >She’s already in bed, tuckered out from a hard day’s applebucking.

                                            >You strip out of your clothes and gently slide yourself into bed, spooning her.

                                            >She stirs in her sleep.

                                            >”Anon...”

                                            >Seems that everyp0ny is calling your name in their sleep nowadays.

                                            >Applejack feels so warm, and her coat brushes against your skin.

                                            >She stirs again, and this time arches her back to snuggle into your chest.

                                            >You place one arm over her chest, and the other under her neck.

                                            >She smiles subconsciously in her sleep.

                                            >You lie there, content with your new place in the world.

                                            >Just as you’re drifting off to sleep though, you feel a weird sensation on your boxers.

                                            >Applejack’s tail is lifting, rubbing against them.

                                            >She’s fidgeting in her sleep.

                                            >The light from the moon that streams in through her window illuminates her heavy blush on her cheeks.

                                            >”Anon...” she moans again.

                                            >You wonder what she’s dreaming of.

                                            >”Put it in...” She whispers.

                                            >Could she...?

                                            >She wiggles closer to you, her mane ticking your chest and nipples.

                                            >You would be lying if you said you didn’t have a slight boner right now.

                                            >You’ve got a pretty girl moaning your name in bed. Most guys you knew back home would have to spend most of the night plying some unfortunate broad with drinks to get this kind of treatment.

                                            >You decide to play it safe and hug her just a little more tightly.

                                            >She hums in approval, but her hind quarters take up the movement that her torso lost.

                                            >Her rump grinds into your boxers, teasing your cock from half mast to full.

                                            >She hums and groans in satisfaction.

                                            >Ok, she wants it.

                                            >You’re going to give it to her.

                                            >You move your hand on top of her down her body, stroking her fine coat.

                                            >Her head jerks back, filling your nostrils with her apple musk.

                                            >It smells like the finest shampoo and reminds you of apple bon-bons.

                                            >Your hand explores further down her body, along her barrel and snaking forward to her belly.

                                            >You’re rewarded with further sighs and hums as you stroke ever so gently.

                                            >Even further you send your creeping hand, as you slide it back up onto her side.

                                            >You reach her strong hind legs and feel the tight muscle underneath her fur.

                                            >They’re strung like ropes, powerful enough you’re sure to buck anything to smithereens.

                                            >The thought of that much power contained within something so beautiful only strengthens your resolve to pleasure her.

                                            >You reach her cutie mark, and as soon as you touch her shiny red apples, she moans loudly.

                                            >You use your other hand to stifle her.

                                            >Her eyes are open now, but not in shock.

                                            >She looks back at you lustfully.

                                            >You remove your hand.

                                            >”Ah’m sorry, sugar... Ah was just havin’ the most wonderful dream...”

                                            “That’s ok... I was living one.”

                                            >She turns around and you plant a deep kiss on her lips.

                                            >Your mouths mash together in passion, playing with each other in a mad dance.

                                            >Lust clouds your mind as all you can think about is pleasing your beautiful mare.

                                            >Again and again your mouths clash in frenzy, and you regain some of your senses in the battle to put your hands to good use.

                                            >You return your leading hand to her cutie mark, feeling the raised texture of her hair to guide you.

                                            >She moans into your mouth, letting you know that your actions are correct.

                                            >You trace circles around one apple, then move onto the next.

                                            >You get more moans, and she tries to slip her tongue into your mouth.

                                            >You permit her access, letting her lead the dance.

                                            >Like before in the orchard, her tongue immediately races towards your canines, caressing them in some macabre tango.

                                            >You step up your game down south and start stroking faster, moving in between her apples.

                                            >She squeals at the increased pleasure, and her tongue temporarily retreats into her own mouth.

                                            >You take this opportunity to fight back with your own tongue, slipping in and exploring her again.

                                            >This time you chase her tongue, feeling its flat, broad shape.

                                            >You feel that you’ve teased her cutie mark enough, and move your hand slowly back to her belly.

                                            >Her eyes flutter open dreamily, and her ears twitch as she takes respite from your ministrations.

                                            >You don’t give her much time to recover though, as you slip your hand towards her teats, and stroke circles around her nipples.

                                            >Her eyes shoot wide open in surprise.

                                            >Yet again she moans, as your dextrous digits teases her sensitive spots.

                                            >She breaks the kiss and pants heavily, jaw slack with pleasure.

                                            >You stroke, rub and roll her nipples between your fingers, revelling in her breathless sighs and yelps.

                                            >Over and over again you tweak them, causing her back legs to twitch and kick out.

                                            >Not too much though. She knows that if she bucked you, that’d be the end of everything.

                                            >”A-anon... Stop teasin’ me...” She pleads.

                                            >Gone is the facade of the tough, strong Applejack.

                                            >Instead you’ve broken down her defences  and gotten to her innermost desire.

                                            >She wants rutting.

                                            >And she wants it now.

                                            >You stop teasing her nipples and get up off the bed.

                                            >She whines at you taking away her heat source, but she knows what she has to do.

                                            >She stands up on the bed on unsteady legs, and drops her chest to the mattress.

                                            >Her head rests on her pillow, while her hind legs are stood straight, waiting for you.

                                            >You swiftly remove your boxers and stroke your rod in anticipation.

                                            >You position yourself behind her, and take a good firm hold of her flanks.

                                            >You rub her cutie marks one last time with your entire palm.

                                            >”Ah... Ah said... stop teasin’ me... Put it in...” She cries.

                                            >You decide to oblige, lifting her tail out the way and lying it along her back.

                                            >This reveals her little pink slit, contrasted on her orange coat quite starkly.

                                            >Her cute puckered asshole sits above it, the picture of perfection.

                                            >You place your hands on her rump and pull in opposite directions.

                                            >She moans at the parting of her folds, and you can see her clitoris poking out at you rhythmically.

                                            >She’s winking for you. Her pussy gapes hungrily for your cock.

                                            >You decide not to keep her waiting any longer and line up your head with her entrance.

                                            >She sucks in breath through gritted teeth as she finally feels your touch.

                                            >”P-please...” She begs as you hesitate.

                                            >With no further prompting you plunge deep into her.

                                            >Her blisteringly hot tunnel contracts around you as you push further into her depths.

                                            >Her internal temperature is so much higher than that of a human. It’s unreal.

                                            >”Yesssssss...” She hisses out as you hilt yourself inside her.

                                            >You stop there, marvelling as she convulses around you, milking your cock.

                                            >It feels incredible.

                                            >”More Anon...” She whimpers, feeling your full length inside of her.

                                            >You slowly withdraw yourself, stopping as your head threatens to stretch her entrance again.

                                            >She gasps and yelps as you hover there, intense pleasure shooting through her brain.

                                            >You slam yourself back in, driving yourself back up to the hilt.

                                            >This time she can’t stop her scream, as she yells in ecstasy.

                                            >She pants hard and quick. Did she just cum already?

                                            >”That... That was different, sugar...” She says, wearily.

                                            >She relaxes her hind legs and looks to pull away.

                                            “Uh, Applejack... I haven’t cum yet.”

                                            >”Whut? But...”

                                            “Humans have longer sexual stamina than p0nies. I’m not even started.”

                                            >She looks back to you, eyes wide in a combination of horror, amazement and desire.

                                            >”Well it looks like Ah’ll just have to saddle up for this one. Take me for a ride, big boy.”

                                            >She impales herself back on your cock with a satisfied moan, and you place your hands on her flanks again.

                                            >This time, you’re not wasting any time.

                                            >You piston in and out of her, slamming yourself up against her firm butt cheeks.

                                            >In and out, in and out you go, slapping against her with squelching noises punctuating every thrust.

                                            >Before, you were scared that you’d disturb the rest of the house.

                                            >Now you’re certain you have.

                                            >But like hell are you going to stop.

                                            >The bed creaks noisily with the force of your lovemaking.

                                            >Applejack moans loudly with each and every stroke.

                                            >You feel yourself reaching climax ever so quickly.

                                            “Applejack, I’m gonna... I’m gonna...”

                                            >”Inside...!” She calls to you.

                                            >You thrust as hard as you can for the next few thrusts and...

                                            >You shoot your seed straight into her womb.

                                            >You let out a deep groan as you close your eyes.

                                            >Applejack moans with you as you spray inside her.

                                            >You lose your grip on her flanks, and lay your chest on her back.

                                            >The two of you breathe deeply as you both struggle to replenish your oxygen supply.

                                            >”Ah... Don’t think there’s... another stallion like you... in all o’ Equestria...” She whispers.

                                            “I’m... not... a stallion...” You reply.

                                            >With a grunt, you pull out of her, and you both collapse on your sides on the bed.

                                            >Cum oozes out from between her lips, but neither of you care.

                                            >You pull her close without the covers and fall asleep.

                                            >All you need to keep yourselves warm is each other.

                                            >For the first time in a week you fall asleep, not a thought about Fluttershy in your head.