Anon Stuffs Aplejack's Ponut Full of Carrots


                                            (Not mine)

                                            No.36891625

                                            >The road beneath your feet is warm from the glorious sunshine.

                                            >There isn't a cloud in the sky.

                                            >Celestia couldn't have provided a more beautiful day for trekking about Ponyville and testing the limits of Applejack's elastic ponut.

                                            >Mares bid you good morning as the two of you pass by their vegetable stands, pausing for a moment at each one to examine the wares.

                                            >However, what these friendly market ponies don't know is just what you intend to do with the various veggies on display.

                                            >Seeming to think she can do a lot better, Applejack shakes her head at some lemons and leads you towards a stall at the far end of the town square.

                                            >As she trots in front, her tail gives a particularly wide sway, allowing you plenty of glimpses at her dusky, meaty nethers nestled between her glutes.

                                            >You could never guess that her rigid ponut is currently holding about a dozen red apples.

                                            >The sight of them disappearing into her was so impressive that you've already forgotten exactly how many the two of you managed to cram inside before she suggested venturing to the market for more variety.

                                            >"Here!" She points you to Carrot Top's stall, and in particular to a bunch of carrots still covered in earthy soil.

                                            "A whole bunch?"

                                            >She nods, her mouth forming into a slick grin.

                                            >You have to admire her ambition.

                                            >Approaching the stall, you greet Carrot Top with a friendly grin before taking the biggest bunch of carrots you can see and exchanging the bits.

                                            >"I hope you like them! This morning's crop is especially delicious!" The mare gives a sweet giggle.

                                            >But something tells you that bright and bubbly demeanour is soon to disappear.

                                            >Carrot Top watches with growing confusion as Applejack yoinks her tail between her teeth and tugs it away from her rear.

                                            >Not even bothering to move to somewhere with a bit more privacy, she lowers her head towards the ground, her plot bouncing up in your direction.

                                            >"Ahm ready!"

                                            >Her anus pulses.


                                            >In any other situation you might hesitate to do something like this in public.

                                            >But the desire to stuff AJ's rectum full of all these carrots is just too great, and much to the shock of the various ponies who have stopped to observe your little show, you take the first carrot from the bunch and position the tapered end at Applejack's back entrance.

                                            >You circle it around her sphincter, watching the muscles relax in preparation.

                                            >"Hhh... c'mon, you teashe! Slot it on in."

                                            >Applying just a bit of pressure, you're amazed at how easily the carrot begins to enter her.

                                            >There's barely any resistance, though as the width of the carrot increases Applejack's ring struggles to keep up.

                                            >Ponies are already gasping in shock around you, but seem too infatuated to look away.

                                            >Gasping, she loses the grip on her tail.

                                            >"Phew. Fat little feller, ain't he? Give it some more elbow grease, Anon!"

                                            >Applejack peers back at you, one eye clamped shut, the other one fluttering.

                                            >Inch by inch, you putting all your strength into the carrot and Applejack's ponut flexing both work together to get the whole thing in.

                                            >She swallows up the last inch or so by herself, you watch in awe as the last bit of orange disappears into the fat crater of earthy brown muscle.

                                            >The feathery leaves of the carrot are still dangling out of her asshole, but with a quick yank you manage to tear them off.

                                            >"Alrighty! Next one!"

                                            >And so you continue with the rest of the carrots, the same as the first, planting one hand on her left buttock for extra support and driving each carrot into her.

                                            >Applejack is feeling so confident today that she asks you to pack in the last two at the same time.

                                            >And while it takes a lot more pressure on your part, as well as a soft caress of her strained pucker to loosen it sufficiently, she takes both at once.

                                            >"Where the hell are you storing all these?" You gasp, wiping sweat from your brow.

                                            >Applejack, only slightly frazzled, gives you no more than a nod and a wink.


                                            >Next up is onions, and of course AJ picks out the largest ones in the entire market.

                                            >But before you start working on plopping them inside her, you detour down an empty alleyway for a moment to simply admire her showpiece a little bit closer.

                                            >She doesn't mind, in fact you're pretty sure it gives her an ego boost when you sink to your knees and start running your fingertips around the rim.

                                            >That fleshy, wrinkled texture is just divine.

                                            >Equal parts firm and squishy.

                                            >The outer and inner muscles tense, and then soften. Tense. Soften, slowly familiarizing your touch.

                                            >You pull your finger down, stretching it to a narrow pout, then letting it snap back into place.

                                            >"I don't think I'll ever understand it."

                                            >You look up at her, she's smirking.

                                            "Understand what?"

                                            >"How you can spend all mornin' gushin' over my o-ring and still have it in you to kneel down strokin' it like that all afternoon. Next you'll be asking to marry the darned thing!"

                                            >Her laughter echoes around the shady passageway.

                                            "Oh, like you don't love it when I give your asshole this much attention."

                                            >She flicks her mane out of her eyes with a grin.

                                            >"Well it does make a girl feel good to know even her backside's got its admirers."

                                            >A quick waft of warm sweat brushes under your nose, and you can't hold back a moment longer.

                                            >You dive in with greed, forcing a quick yelp of surprise from Applejack as your tongue polishes her pucker.

                                            >The taste of dirty salt stains your tastebuds.

                                            >Your noshing grows more frenzied.

                                            >"Mhh..."

                                            >Targeting the center with your tongue, you attempt to force past the tight grip.

                                            >Your own saliva pours down your chin, mingled with Applejack's pungent sweat.

                                            >If somepony happened to walk past right now there'd be a lot of questions to answer, but you try not to think about that.

                                            >The repeated efforts of your tongue ramming into her shrivelled exit eventually work, and the muscles soften enough for you to dip just inside.


                                            >However, her anus going lax also means her hold on the vegetables starts to wane.

                                            >"Anon!"

                                            "Mph!"

                                            >The fat end of one of the carrots slithers out with a wet crinkling sound, pushing between your lips.

                                            >One half is still lodged inside her ass while the other is now resting in your mouth.

                                            >Applejack bursts into laughter at the sight of your eyes bulging wide, snorting and chuckling.

                                            >And soon you start to snicker to yourself, too, crunching off the end of the carrot in your mouth before rising back to your feet.

                                            >You chew and swallow, giving an exaggerated smack of your lips.

                                            >"Alright, alright. Now let's get to work on those onions." She lightly hip checks you as she trots past, turning her head back with a sultry smile.