[Rape]Applejack by Anon


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                                            *I am not the author ,the original author posted this story as Anonymous*

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                                            >"Oh? Howdy Anon!"

                                            "Hey AJ."

                                            >You greet as neutral you can without letting spaghetti pour out of every pocket.

                                            >"Mind me askin' what you're doin' out in barn?" the earth pony chuckled as she walked past you to leave two buckets full of apples. "Lill' bit weird to hang 'round--"

                                            "I was looking for you actually. W-wanted to... talk."

                                            >You trail off, distracted by that supple ass jiggle with each step. Even with the big gap separating human and pony, you could appreciate a fine booty, even moreso when it belonged to an incredible mare.

                                            >She'd let you live under her roof, eat her food and just asked you to do the simplest of chores in return.

                                            >She didn't shy away, or stutter when speaking with you. It was fair treatment of a fellow living being.

                                            >... not surprising after all these months, deprived of basic animal needs you developed a thing for Applejack. Loving her personality, her looks... everything.

                                            >And today you were going to tell her how you felt.

                                            >"Alright, shoot!"

                                            >And so you did.

                                            >No details were left out. It took nearly a quarter of an hour to finish your heart-felt confession. Under all this, the mare only took it in, never uttering a word or give any clear expression how she felt.

                                            >Finally, you ended with;

                                            "I love you Applejack."

                                            >Silence.

                                            >Slowly her head dips, eyes locked to the floor.

                                            >"I... I am real flattered y'think so highly 'bout me but... I don't feel the same way 'bout you."

                                            >The gears are grinding, trying to process the shattering rejection.

                                            >Denial kicks in. Tears are building up. You don't want to hear those word coming from her. Not /her/.

                                            >"Anon, listen..." AJ whispers and places her hoof on your knee. "...it ain't like... well, I DO think you're a nice guy, no questions 'bout it. Sweet 'n all but... I just don't think it'd work."

                                            >Why wouldn't it? Her wacko cousin was banging a buffalo, why not you and her?

                                            >...maybe she just hadn't considered it completely! She just needed... a little sample before passing judgement!


                                            >Without hesitation or warning, you grab the sides of her head and plant a kiss on her lips.

                                            >She gasp at your forwardness, giving a small window for you to exploit. In darts your tongue, wrestling hers for control and tasting her.

                                            >The freshness of fruits fill your senses and edges you on further into her mouth. Applejack tries to push you out, but your grip on her head is not letting her.

                                            >Suddenly the pony's had enough.She jabs a hoof straight in your gut, hard. The air escapes you and you fold over by the pain right below your left lung.

                                            >"Damn it Anon!" she pants. "I don't want this! I don't love you in that way!"

                                            >But you can't hear it.

                                            >You've dipped your toe in that fountain and won't be satisfied until you've gone all in.

                                            >You tackle her from your crouched position and coils like a boa to hold her. Mindful of those vicious kickers, you end up pressing against her back, your legs with much struggle manage to pull spread her's apart.

                                            >Realizing what your intentions were, Applejack begins to thrash like mad to get away. "No! Anon I don't want this, please stop!

                                            >But again, her pleas are muted. You just want her, right here and show her how wrong she was.

                                            >Many minutes passes before you feel the mare in your hold starting to get tired of struggling. Smiling, you caress her cheek with one hand, feeling her skin shudder at your touch.

                                            "You've always made me feel so happy, Applejack. Made me feel needed and appreciated. Please.. let me show you how much I appreciate you..."

                                            >You other hand wander southwards, inching closer and closer to her nethers.

                                            "...let me show you how much I need you."


                                            >"Please don't..." Applejack sniffles as your fingers glides over her soft belly. "N-not like th-this..."

                                            >Understanding her uncertainty, you gently kiss and scratch behind her ear and neck to ease her tension. She whinnied but made no indications of wanting you to stop.

                                            >Finally, you've reached the desired destination.

                                            >Her warm, slightly damp lips laid bare before you is sending jolts of exhilaration through your body. She's shaking now, quietly mewling for you to stop.

                                            >It just makes you more eager.

                                            >Eager to show her how wrong she is, showing her how beautiful your love could be.

                                            >Slow and methodical, you rub her clit up and down. A faint spur of defiance sparks in her, and she tries to close up her legs... but it dies down quickly. She's becoming putty in your gentle care... her wetness increasing for each kneading.

                                            >"Annnuuughnn~" she gasps, "Puh-puh-pleaseee no..."

                                            >Her mind might be saying no... but her drenched folds tell you another opinion.

                                            >She wants this.

                                            >She wants you.

                                            >And you want her.


                                            >Enough stalling.

                                            >You fingers coated with mare juices, you gingerly slide one into her. Again she thrash at your invasion and cries out

                                            >"No! Not-not like nnngh~"

                                            >You're surprised how tight her inner walls were squeezing your finger. Sure ponies were little creatures, but...

                                            >Then it strikes you.

                                            >Applejack is a virgin?

                                            >An honest, innocent little virgin.

                                            >...the first time should be meaningful

                                            >And you weren't even looking her in the eyes!

                                            >Applejack still seemingly too exhausted to fight you, so you confidently re-positioned yourself on top of her... your finger still resting in her warm depth.

                                            >Finally you can see her beautiful face again. With your free hand you part some of the blond mane and finds her emerald orbs piercing yours, In them you do see some uncertainty. She's still not sure if it was right, the union of man and pony...

                                            >"Ah... ah... Anooonn..."

                                            "Applejack."

                                            You whisper softly, caressing her head in your palm, Pushing her closer for a kiss, you feel elated when she's meeting your lips without resistance. When your tongue demands entry, she does so without protest.

                                            >Her willingness was.. a good sign. She's starting to get into it.

                                            >Atta girl.

                                            >But her kiss felt a little... lackluster.

                                            >Feeling mischievous, your two fingers slowly begins to pull out. Just as they are out, and when the mare relaxes... you drive them in again just as slowly.

                                            >Applejack moans in your mouth, resonating her delight .

                                            >Rhythmically you insert, pull out and repeats this a few times more, only stopping when you feel lightheaded by the lack of oxygen.


                                            >You catch your breath for a few, head resting on AJ's heaving chest. Her heart must be pounding twice as faster than yours by now.

                                            >...and she's mewling again.

                                            >You sigh. This was getting a little bothersome now. Still, you wouldn't snap at her... first-timer and all.

                                            "Hey, hey now... what's wrong?"

                                            >"...no more...I-I don' want anymore..."

                                            "No more, hm?"

                                            >She shakes her head. "... please no more..."

                                            >Poor little thing. She's still very lost and unsure what's what. Rather uncermoiously you yank out the fingers from her and places it inches from her muzzle.

                                            "Smell it. Do you know what that is, dear Applejack?"

                                            >The pony nods meekly, almost shamefully.

                                            "That's your body saying 'I want more'. Your head is saying no because this unfamiliar to you... understand?"

                                            >Applejack nods.

                                            "And that's fine. The unknown can be a little scary... but it feels pretty good when I do do this, huh?"

                                            >"It h-hurts..."

                                            "Aw, I know it does. The first time usually does."

                                            >You coo and rub her hot cheek in a hand to comfort her.

                                            "But it still feels really good when I am inside you, huh?"

                                            >Her eyes squeeze shut, fresh tears running down on your hand. She nods ever so vaguely.

                                            "Mhm. Just bite down and focus on the good parts. The hurting will be a thing in the past..."

                                            >End of the road. You've been hungering for this for so god-damned long.


                                            >Your pants are off on probable record time. Out flops your eager, throbbing Johnson.

                                            >Applejack's lithe body tenses under you, to your disappointment.

                                            "You need to relax AJ,"

                                            >You lean in to plant a kiss on her cheek.

                                            "It'll be much better if you just... relax."

                                            >Damn did this mare need plenty of foreplay.

                                            >Fuck it. You've been patient, but you aren't interested in waiting the whole day for her.

                                            >You pierce her forcefully, inciting a shriek from Applejack. In your blitzed mind however, you really don't care how loud your partner were.

                                            Her hot and tight tunnel is squeezing down on your cock... everything you asked for.

                                            >So you begin to with draw and thrust. For each meaty slap Applejack gasps sharply past your ear.

                                            >You quicken the pace, feeling your own limit nearing. Hers too, you figure.

                                            "Aaah, AJ... I'm close now!"

                                            >"nnoon~"

                                            "S-soo close now~"

                                            >"Not-not insaAUGH!"

                                            >Your burning load meets her cascade of nectar in a beautiful crescendo.


                                            >Spend and exhausted, you lie down next to your marefriend and pulls her in close.

                                            "You were... amazing Applejack."

                                            >The mare only shudders in your arms, limp like a soggy towel.

                                            >... maybe the dirty barn floor wasn't the proper place to spend post-coitus. A tub probably larger enough for the two of you in a corner fancies your solution.


                                            >You feel Anon's grip loosen and his blurry figure walks away from you.

                                            >The tears mad it a little hard to see clearly.

                                            >He's not gone for long, dragging that old tub with him. Placing it down he heads over to you with a... smile.

                                            >You don't quite understand why yet...

                                            >Granny Smith once told you sexual intercourse was something beautiful shared between two ponies.

                                            >Ponies. Not human and pony.

                                            >In that sense, you'd never seen Anonymous like that. But obviously how he'd seen you.

                                            >He... loved you.

                                            >But did you love him back?

                                            >Was that love? Even if it hurts?

                                            >...it did feel really good when he rubbed you down there...

                                            >"Bath's ready~"

                                            >His warm frame presses against you again. He's without clothes now. He's so much more... softer now. So comfortable...

                                            >You sigh and rests the head against his shoulder and neck as he's lowering down into the cool water. Pressing you closer and closer... his hands rubbing up and down on your back...

                                            >"I love you Applejack."

                                            >...

                                            "I... I love you too Anon."


                                            And Fin.