Gardening


                                            >Be Anon, tending your garden.

                                            >Honestly, you weren't too impressed with Candide. Good point, but far too heavy-handed in making it.

                                            >It's kind of a shitty garden -- melons, potatoes, and sunflowers. You'd just started on zucchinis, blackberries, and strawberries when you got dumped into Equestria, and they're not ready yet.

                                            >You hear the bell at your front gate clanging.

                                            >"Howdy, pardner. Mind if I come inside?"

                                            >"Heya, AJ."

                                            >You've had small horses coming around to stare at your garden since the universe hiccuped and dumped you into Equestria.

                                            >Beats the freak accident that sent another Anon here.

                                            >A freak fell off his gym's second floor balcony and landed on him.

                                            >500 lbs is a lot of freak.

                                            >Still, he's clapping Princess Celestia's cheeks now, so good for him.

                                            >Shit, if a manlet can get with a Princess, maybe there's hope for your lonely, ugly ass after all.

                                            >Anyway, pastel horsies touring your garden is apparently some sort of weird earth pony cultural thing.

                                            >Some of them offered you seeds, but you weren't sure if accepting would have had cultural implications, so you asked them to hold off until you could get familiar with the local customs.

                                            >AJ's expression gradually shifts from jovial to almost comically sad as she looks around.

                                            >Imagine a depressed basset hound.

                                            "Whyn't ya have any apple trees, pardner?"

                                            "Applejack, I used to live in a shitty apartment in the jungle. I didn't have the space to plant a pair of apple trees, and even if I did, it's not cold enough for good apples to ripen. Even the few varieties that only need 200-400 chill hours can't consistently get that every year."

                                            >Applejack leaps backward like a cat that just saw a cucumber. Her eyes roll madly in her head, and her fur poofs out.

                                            >You snort.

                                            "Good fucking Lord, AJ, it's not like I admitted to some mortal sin. Why should I plant a pair of apple trees when I won't reliably get any fruit out of them? That'll change soon enough, if you get snow regularly, though I'm probably going to lose my melons. I quite like apples, even if we have to get them shipped in. Honeycrisps, Cosmic Crisps, Fujis, apple wine, apple pie, apple brandy, apple cider, traditional freeze-distilled applejack..."

                                            >Applejack's expression changes.

                                            >(Pic related.)

                                            >You can't actually place it.

                                            >"Can I give ya a hug, Anon?"

                                            >She's sweating bullets for some reason.

                                            "Sure you can, AJ."

                                            >You kneel down and spread your arms as the little pone -- about the size of a Newfoundland dog -- runs up to you.

                                            >You're expecting a regular hug.

                                            >Instead AJ rears up, puts her forelegs on your shoulders, and pulls your face down into her chest tuft.

                                            >You chuckle and hug her, nuzzling her like you would a pet.

                                            >It takes a minute for the smell to hit you.

                                            >It smells like warm apple pie and blossoms under the summer sun, and some sort of musk.

                                            >You're suddenly, painfully erect.

                                            >You need...more.

                                            >You pull Applejack into a sloppy kiss, tangling your fingers in her mane as your tongue wrestles with hers.

                                            >It's not enough.

                                            >You break the kiss, then trail a series of kisses and love bites along her jaw and down her neck.

                                            >She shivers and groans as you move down her body, stopping to nuzzle her chest tuft for another hit of that incredible musk.

                                            >Then you head south, squeezing her teats, licking and suckling on her perky nipples, before you bury your face in her snatch.

                                            >Where...where the hell is her clit?

                                            >Then it pops out from inside her pussy.

                                            >Okaaaaayyy...eh, screw it.

                                            >When she winks again, you grab her clit with your lips and tongue, holding it in place. At the same time, you slide your fingers into her, curling them up and probing until you find the slightly rougher patch of her G-spot.

                                            >You knead it and stroke it while you lick and suck her clit.

                                            >In under a minute, AJ flails, groans, and squirts musky fluid all over you.

                                            >You lick your face clean and switch out, burying your tongue inside her and licking away in a frenzy while your fingers stroke her pinned clit.

                                            >Another gushing, squirting orgasm promptly wracks Applejack's body. You're able to guzzle more of it down this time.

                                            >She puts a hoof on your head, pushing at you feebly.

                                            >"Sugarcube, yer gonna break me. Ya gotta let me rest."

                                            >It occurs to you that you are currently eating Applejack out in the middle of your front yard, and you should probably drag her inside before anyone sees...if they haven't already.

                                            >You stand up, scoop her into your arms, and carry her inside your house.

                                            >You close the door, set AJ down on your leather couch, and strip out of your clothes.

                                            >Pretty green eyes look up at you dazedly. You could drown in those emerald pools.

                                            >"Ah'm a bad pony. I turned you into a hopeless tuft-slut."

                                            "Well, I'm going to turn you into a mother, so we're even."

                                            >Applejack flushes crimson.

                                            "Besides, I'm hopelessly clingy, so --"

                                            >You pin the little mare's hindlegs back to her ears, then hold them in place with one hand.

                                            "I'm your personal tuft-slut from now on."

                                            >You teasingly stroke her folds with your cockhead.


                                            >Be Applejack.

                                            >Oh lawdy, Granny Smith always told you not to let crazy stick it in you!

                                            >You need toooooooooooo --

                                            >Your thoughts drown in a wave of pleasure as Anon's massive member fills you up, sinking all the way to your cervix in a single smooth motion.

                                            >Oh. Too late.

                                            >He shifts his grip and starts plowing your fields with a will.


                                            >Eight minutes later...

                                            >AJ groans and another squirting orgasm soaks your crotch.

                                            >By your count, that makes ten since you started fucking her, and you're almost at your own peak.

                                            >You'll be honest, while you have a big dick and you fuck aggressively, your stamina isn't that great.

                                            >You're surprised you made it this long, and you're rather grateful that AJ is this sensitive.

                                            >Oh. Here it comes.

                                            >You pull Applejack into a kiss as you hit the point of no return and bury yourself in her.

                                            >Burst after burst of swimmers flood the farm-mare's womb.

                                            >Her exhausted body manages one last orgasm, trying to mulct as much sperm as possible from you.

                                            >You ride it out. Then you pick the panting mare up and carry her to your bed.

                                            >Groaning, you collapse onto the soft mattress, pinning AJ beneath you.

                                            >"Anon? Ya may be foal-crazy, but ya broke me. Ah...ah can't go back to stallions after that." She swallows. "Ah...ah'm a slave to your cock. Just...please...don't be cruel to me."

                                            >You kiss her.

                                            "I'm more afraid of disappointing you, silly pony. I'm not perfect, but I'm not going to abuse you."

                                            >You kiss her again and gently pat her tummy.

                                            "Now go to sleep. We both need to rest if we're going to keep trying until you're pregnant. And after you're pregnant..."

                                            >AJ snorts a little. "Slut. And -" She yawns. " - we're herding with Cheerilee..."

                                            "Why's that?"

                                            >You can feel your own eyelids starting to flutter closed.

                                            >"She's as foal-crazy as you are. And Ah have a farm to run. We can't stay in bed all day.

                                            "Fair enough."

                                            >With that, you pass out.