Johnny x AJ Chapter 2

Chapter 2

	Jets of steam escaped from the pot as a low, steady flame continued to pump heat into the metal.  A bead of sweat rolled down the side of Johnny’s flustered head as his eyes consistently darted over to the stovetop, avoiding the gaze of the pony across the table.
	“Glad ya could join me fer luncheon.” Applejack chatted, her two hooves propped up on the table, supporting the weight of her weary head.
	“Kill yourself.” Johnny scoffed as his focus shifted towards AJ’s shit-eating grin. “I came here to be alone, and you followed me in.” He shifted his position in the chair, the creaking giving away the position of a loose floorboard below.  Applejack merely chuckled to herself and stood up out of the seat, making her way over to the nearby counter, picking up a wooden spoon with her dexterous mouth and stirring the contents of the pot with it. “What’s in that pot?” Johnny sarcastically asked. “Oh wait lemme guess, fucking apples.” This only elicited another chuckle from AJ.
	“Uhhuh.” She managed to confirm while still stirring the fruit, keeping the apples from burning over.  Setting down the spoon, she picked up a small ladle and scooped a small portion of the apple mixture into it.  She carefully tottered over to Johnny and leaned in closer, inviting him to taste it.
	“Puh!” Johnny sputtered as he backhanded the ladle away from his face, out of her mouth, and onto the floor, sending bits of apple fruit and juice flying in all directions. “I can feed myself just fine, thank you very much.” He crossed his arms in stubbornness and looked away as Applejack turned around, shocked.  She picked up the fallen ladle and dropped it in the sink, then extinguished the flame on the stove.  She turned to face Johnny, who stared back, catching her hurt expression.
	“Ya could’ve just said no.” She gloomily annunciated, seeing no remorse in Johnny’s eyes. “Guess ah will go over to Twi’s after all.”
	“What was that last part?” Johnny asked, hearing AJ’s voice lower as if she were talking to herself.
	“Nothin’ a varmint like yerself would care about!” AJ snapped as she left the room, making no effort to hide her scheming eyes.  Johnny only shrugged before getting up and walking over to the pot, still radiating a blistering heat.  The gentle stream of smell coming from the pot caught his nose; it smelled heavily of apples, with the slightest undertone of cinnamon and a third ingredient that he couldn’t identify.  The smell did not matter however, Johnny was feeling puckish, and he wasn’t going to simply pass up a meal.  He timidly grabbed the wooden spoon that Applejack had used, feeling a small amount of her saliva cooling his palm, and scooped out a small portion of the mixture.  He blew on it harshly twice to make it bearable, then lifted it into his mouth.  It was…quite good, surprisingly.  While apples got old quick, AJ always seemed to know how to make them differently, adding some variety to the otherwise monotonous food. “Not bad, not bad at all.”
	“Eeyup.” A very deep voice agreed, causing Johnny to turn around and spot Applejack’s very large and red brother, Big Mac.  He looked no different from AJ, in that they were both quite rugged and dirty from all the farm work they had been doing.  Big Mac seemed to be favoring hick neck as he stood, most likely from pulling the plow across acres of soil to prepare for the planting of some sort of summer greens.  Johnny noticed that he was eying the pot of cooked apples.
	“Oh, now you want some too then?” Johnny asked, either out of courtesy or to save Big Mac the effort of asking.
	“Eeyup.” Big Mac answered as he nudged one of the cabinets open to pull out a bowl.
	“Applejack did a pretty good job cooking this.” Johnny idly said as he grabbed a bowl as well.  At this, Big Mac paused his stride towards the pot.
	“Uh…nope.” He plainly said as he reversed direction towards a barrel of hay, and scooped the yellow fodder into the bowl rather than the apples.
	“What, don’t want it anymore?” Johnny asked, confused as Big Mac began to eat the dry food instead.
	“Heh, nope.” Big Mac uttered a small laugh before answering.
	“C’mon, your sister’s cooking isn’t all that bad.” Johnny stated, seeing Big Mac roll his eyes as his only form of response.  He put down the bowl he had grabbed, and instead took the entire pot over to the table, taking care to hold it firmly by the handles.  The two ate at the table together, not saying much of anything.  Big Mac was the first to finish; he dropped the bowl in the sink alongside the ladle and leisurely made his way out of the house.  As he walked, Johnny couldn’t help stare at Big Mac’s toned rear, his daffodil-colored tail swishing in sync with his- “What the fuck!” Johnny slapped himself twice, trying to get the big red plot out of his mind.  His head felt tipsy, yet he didn’t remember having any alcohol. “God, I-I need to sleep this off.” He stated to himself as he began to start feeling slightly lightheaded.  His muscles still ached from being pinned and buried, so a nap would help in their revitalization.  He clumsily made his way up the stairway, and barged into the first room he could reach.  Immediately he spotted a bed to his right, completely covered in cute-looking plushies, and fell onto it, his head narrowly missing the tuscan blue frame.  It wasn’t long before he lulled himself into a dreamless sleep.
	“Ah like what yer thinkin’ sugarcube, doin’ it on Sweetie’s bed.” A seductively-hushed whisper shook Johnny awake, and he spotted Applejack lying on top of him again.  This time, however, he had neither the strength nor the mental fortitude to resist her advances. “Glad you ate mah apples, I just wish you wouldn’t have hit mah ladle away.  You really hurt me there, ya know.” At this, Johnny felt somewhat guilty; he opened his mouth to speak, but Applejack quickly covered it with her hoof.
	“Ooooghmf!” Johnny’s muffled response escaped only in gibberish.  Applejack leaned in close to his left ear.
	“I’d reckon ya need a bit more…disciplinin’…” She whispered closely, before giving Johnny’s earlobe a very gentle nip, causing him to take an indrawn breath.  Johnny’s mind began to fill with insatiable lust, furthered by Applejack’s elegant caressing.  She suddenly brought her mouth down onto his in a kiss, breaking after what seemed like forever, leaving behind only a thin line of intertwined saliva that continued to stretch for several feet. “What say we get started now, hun’?” She asked as she began to climb forwards, past Johnny’s face, revealing a new surprise. “Like whatcha see?  Ah got Twi ta help out with it.” She began to giggle. ”Tested it mahself, works like a charm!”
	“What the fuuuaaaaahhhh…” Johnny sputtered out as he lifted his head to observe the entirety of Applejack’s newly-acquired horse cock, which was already rock-solid and leaking out precum onto his chin.  She quickly drops her hips, making the shaft slap firmly against Johnny’s face with a *thwack*, and begins to thrust forward.  Johnny’s rigid facial features massage the underside of the cock, making it drip increasingly larger amounts of precum onto his forehead.  AJ rears up, bringing the head of the cock very closely to his mouth.
	“Now, what’d ya say about wantin’ ta eat a cock?” Applejack ironically-asked as she thrusted her hips forward, pushing past Johnny’s tight lips and into his warm, moist mouth.  He felt Applejack’s cock sandwiched between his palate and tongue; every movement he made sent sensations up the cock and into Applejack’s twitching body.  She continued to push further, towards the back of his mouth; Johnny began to gag. “Shhhshshsh…” Applejack reassured. “The gag reflex is all in yer head, just stay calm an’ relax…” She propped her body weight up on her front hooves, allowing her rear legs to kick back onto Johnny’s own cock and rhythmically fondle them.  Slowly, Johnny’s moans and convulsions dissipated.  He was beginning to enjoy his situation, and he hated himself with a vengeance for it.  Applejack’s breaths grew sorter and more strained, the new sensations still proving foreign for her.  Her thrusting pauses for a moment, before picking up speed with twice the ferocity. “AAAAHAHHH!” Applejack lets out a cry of pain and pleasure as she reaches her apex.
	“HUURRK!” Johnny manages to get one last breath in before Applejack suddenly orgasms, sending waves of fresh semen into Johnny’s throat, his muscles either too strained or too relaxed to keep from swallowing the white matter.  The semen feels like hot maple syrup as it gushes down the esophagus in waves, each one bigger in size and power than the last.  The taste is indescribably succulent, completely unlike anything Johnny has ever experienced before.  Applejack’s moaning reverberates throughout the room, overloading Johnny’s senses as he too blows his load, albeit into his pants rather than his mouth.  The semen leaks through the fabric, creating a large dark stain near Johnny’s crotch.  Applejack’s wildly failing legs take notice of the wetness, and massage the area as she recovers from her blissful high, spreading his semen to the bottom of her hind hooves.
	“Whew, now that’s *Gasp* what ah call a *Huff* rodeo!” AJ manages to gasp out in between heavy, steaming breaths, expelling a visible mist whenever air escapes from her mouth.  She rolls to her right, off of the bed, her penis still dripping cum as it slides out of Johnny, who takes a very deep breath after the blockage is removed.  He turns his head to see Applejack sauntering out of the room. “Ah’d better take a breather an’ *Yawn* cleanup afterward.  Hope that silly filly won’t mind…” She trails off as her voice grows progressively quieter with the increased distance between the two.  Johnny remained in the bed, far too tired to move.  He turned onto his side, his hands brushing against something small, akin to a stuffed animal.  Reflexively embracing the object, he doesn’t realize its identity until it reveals it for him.
	“You were so amazin’ there!” Apple Bloom praised as she embraced Johnny in return. “Ya took mah sis like it were nothin’!  And lookit all this semen on ya, you’ll get dirty if it ain’t washed off soon!”  She crawled out of Johnny’s hands and onto his face, eagerly licking her sister’s cum off Johnny’s lubricated face.  Apple Bloom’s tongue felt closer to a gummy bear than anything else on Johnny’s flustered body.  It wasn’t long before she found the hidden cache of Johnny’s own cum.  With a squeal of delight, she squeezed her body into his pants, instantly becoming completely covered in the stuff. “Wow, it’s a right goldmine in here!” Apple Bloom cheerfully announced, her voice muffled through the pants fabric.  Had Johnny been in control of his wits, he would’ve thrown Apple Bloom across the room the minute he found out she was hiding in the bed the whole time, but his drug-infused head only allowed him to acknowledge her presence, and little else, leaving him to reveal in the confusing sensations he had just experienced, as well as the sensations he was experiencing at the current moment.
	“Mmmnng *Mumble* n-night…” Johnny began to doze off into his euphoric state, as Apple Bloom continued to eat her fill before snuggling back up in Johnny’s warm embrace with a smile on her face, not quite knowing, or caring, about the copious amounts of semen now strewn about everywhere on them and her bed.