Applepet

>Day, maybe night, you're not sure right now since it's been a few days, here in your basement in Equestria.
"Wake up... wake up." You say accompanied by a gentle nudge.
>The mare before you stirs slightly but is otherwise unresponsive.
"I see we have to do this the hard way. Not that I particularly mind."
>Walking over to a nearby table, you peruse an assortment of toys and accessories for ponies of a more amorous nature.
>Tools of punishment, training, reward and everything in between are laid out neatly and all begging for use.
>Lightly skimming over the selection you stop when the riding crops come under hand.
>Taking a medium gauge yet still somewhat flexible crop in hand, you test it's pliability and with a satisfied smirk turn back to the sleeping mare.
>Despite the harness keeping her in a standing position with her legs locked in a wide stance with spreader bars, she appears to be sleeping quite soundly as an occasional whinny escapes her lips.
>You almost can't bring yourself to ruin her adorable serenity.
"Almost."
>Tightening your grip, you raise your hand high and bring the crop across her bare flank, the shock of which instantly reviving her consciousness.
>"Ahh!!! What in tarnation was that fer!?!" Applejack attempts to move but remembers her current predicament.
>You strike her opposite side this time before explaining yourself.
"That first one was for not waking up when I was nice enough to just tell you. That second one was for both questioning me and forgetting my title. Count yourself lucky I didn't punish each offense separately. Now what does the pet have to say for herself?"
>"Ah'm sorry... Master. Thank you fer showin' kindness to this simple pet of yours."
>You reach under her face and gently scratch her chin and shortly after she begins nuzzling your hand.
"There's a good girl. I think you deserve a little reward."
>She says nothing but the twinkle in her eye and rise of her tail speak for themselves.
>Reaching around her, you align the shaft of the crop with her vagina and begin to stroke it against her slit with just enough pressure to let it slide between her quickly moistening lips.
>"Hahh... Master, could Ah maybe return the favor?" She asks, while hungrily eyeing your growing erection.
"I suppose, though it hardly seems like a reward if I'm having you work for me as well. Ah! I have an idea."
>Continuing your work on her slit, you use your other hand to free your member from its cottony confinement and as you do, her lower lips tighten hard enough to almost pull the crop from your grasp.
>Grabbing your manhood firmly, you give it some slow, firm strokes to bring it to full mast.
>After a few good seconds of playing with yourself as Applejack watches helplessly out of reach, you stop and bring the hand you were using to her face.
"This will be service enough, go on, enjoy."
>She seems downtrodden that she can't enjoy you directly but is quick to accept your offering by taking your fingers into her mouth and suckling them erotically.
>Her face grows flushed as she inhales the leftover scent of your penis and strands of drool drip off the fingers she lets out of her mouth when switching focus to another.
>Slowly pulling your hand away, she sucks the last finger as hard as she can to hold on to you before you manage pull it out with a wet pop.
 "As long as I'm pulling things out of you, I suppose it's time to check on our line of fruit products."
>Walking behind Applejack she automatically shifts her amber waves of grain tail to the side to allow you access to her southern fields.
>But what's this? A second ponytail?
>Not really, you just got a little creative with her toys and used some of her actual tail hair to fashion a ponytail to attach to the spot holder you keep in her back door.
>Grabbing hold of the ring on the end of the string of beads you call back around to tell her you're starting.
"Now Applejack, I'm thinking of a number between one and ten, guess wrong and I'll have to pull them all out even though I know how much you love them. Guess right and I'll add a new one, bigger than the last."
>She begins to panic a bit at the thought of suddenly being emptied of her fullness and she looks down to her left forehoof then her right.
>Well that's two.
>Afterwards she begins tapping one of those hooves rhythmically as she tries to count out a number that sounds good to her.
"Tick, tock. Tick, tock." She never was good when you sprung a surprise math question even if she could single hoofedly handle the farms finances and inventory.
>"Uhh... Is it, [spoiler]apple[/spoiler]?
>...
"Wrong, it's [spoiler]apples[/spoiler]."
>"That was mah nex-"
>You cut her off by beginning the process of removing the largest bead from her as it dilates her puckered anus and with a good bit of effort, you pull the hollow golden delicious apple sized chunk of silicone out and it jingles slightly as the metal ball located inside bounces within.
>The typical sized red delicious comes out next, followed easily by the smaller Fiji.
>Having memorized the order of the fruit shaped toys, Applejack puckers up as best she can when the pear comes next.
>You were proud of that one since the shape of it's tip allowed for easy insertion with a delightfully agonizing removal.
"Defiant to the bitter end, eh? Wouldn't be as fun if you just laid down and took it I suppose."
>You increase the force of your pull and manage to win the game of tug of war with her anal cavity.
>The nectarines round form offers the typical bead removal experience but is followed by the lemon which keeps her dilated just a bit longer than the last fruit.
"Just a few more to go."
>The passion fruit was next and was one of the ones you put an extra  touch of ingenuity into by filling it with several smaller balls that rung and collided with each other at the slightest jerky movement.
>The kumquat and kiwi that followed through next were more for the sake of a steady pattern of increasing size than anything.
"And last but not least."
>With a quick tug you pop the last of the beads out of her pooper.
"The cherry on top."
>Applejack whimpers at the empty feeling in her bowels but you'll remedy that soon enough.
>You crack your knuckles before reaching back to the table, grabbing a bottle of personal lubricant and applying a generous amount into your palm.
>Working up a good coating, you grab your little pony by her ample posterior and spread her cheeks wide.
>It takes little effort to work a thumb into her poop chute and she offers hardly any resistance when you put in the other.
>Using your thumbs to spread her open, you peer into the velvety soft depths and shudder with anticipation as you imagine them wrapped around your aching erection.
>But there is an order of operations for this and you know what comes next.
>Twisting a hand to better insert your awaiting index finger, you get that as well as your middle finger inside of her before removing your other hand.
>Applejack closes herself around your fingers immediately and you relish her inner warmth.
>So much so that you bring the rest of your fingers into play and slowly begin pushing your hand in a cone shape as far as you can.
>You get about as far as your knuckles when she grunts with effort.
"Now, now. We've done this before and we can do it again. We WILL do it again." Your voice becomes stern yet reassures her that you have her best interests at heart.
>After all, what's a little pain for the sake of pleasure?
>Reaching back for the lube, you apply some more directly to your hand and her hole before twisting your way in a little deeper.
"Almost... there..."
>Applejack is now panting from your intrusion and is even doing her best to press herself back against your hand.
>After what feels like a small eternity, your knuckles break the threshold and you're able to press yourself in down to the wrist and Applejack locks herself around it.
>Balling your hand into a fist, the walls of her rectum shift to accommodate you and she sighs happily.
>The heat around your hand is amazing, it's hot enough to make the once cool lube feel like a natural secretion.
>You twist your hand around inside of the farm pony while the entirety of her rear end quivers in delight.
"Say Applejack, do you know what time it is?"
>"Ah can't say Ah do. But why're ya askin' me fer?"
>You look at where she's locked around your wrist and put on a concerned face.
"Looks like I'll need a new watch."
>Her face looks more pained and disappointed than you've ever seen.
"C'moooonnn, it was funny! Maybe I just need to wind you up."
>Before she can ask what that means, you start twisting your fist side to side inside of her asshole as quickly as you can and she cries out in ecstasy.
>With each thrust you try pushing deeper inside and despite the resistance, you make headway thanks to your drilling motions.
>The pressure from her muscular true love tunnel combined from the abnormal movement causes your arm to tire out before she can hit a peak and with a twist of your body, you land on your back while keeping yourself forearm deep inside your mare.
>Undoing her rear spreader bar and setting it off to the side, you lay down beneath her.
"There's a good pony." With your free hand, you pat her on the butt and scratch her cutie mark softly.
>"So... full... Mmm."
>You just love how her sensuous face is complimented by those adorable freckles but what you really want is to see her lose all control.
>While you kick back to catch your breath, a warm glob of fluid drips onto your face and you open your eyes to see her winking marehood almost oozing with excitement.
>It's been a while since you've shown her mare bits any love and the way her engorged clit seems to be blowing kisses at you is quite enticing.
>Lifting your head up to connect your lips to her love button she gasps as you start laying gentle kisses on her exposed clit and use your nose to nuzzle her puffy little mounds.
>The harness does an excellent job of keeping her from slamming her ample apple butt on your face and your teasing evolves from soft kisses to slowly sucking at her clit just hard enough to keep it from retracting back inside of her.
>The taste of bitter apples as well as her natural dampness fill your mouth as you unclench your fist inside of her and use your now flat hand to press down on her vagina and prevent any escape for her clit as she moans like a mare possessed.
>Finally you place her meaty mass of nerves between your canines and gnaw on it a bit more than roughly.
>She howls in a combination of pain and pleasure before letting loose a torrent of soup all over your arm and chest it actually burned a little at first just from how hot a mares insides can be.
"Now at what point did I give you permission to cum?"
>She's still riding the waves of pleasure and is totally unresponsive.
>Turning yourself back over behind her, you use your free hand to get a grip on her ass which has gone almost slack from her orgasm.
"I think it's time we finished this. If you can't hold yourself back for your master, what good are you to me?"
>A sleepy, "Wha-huh?" Is her only answer.
>Pulling back on your arm quickly, you pop out of her pucker and this seems to wake her up some.
>"Why'd ya take it out fer?"
"Clearly you still haven't learned your lesson. Here, let me EDUCATE you!"
>Just as her gaping entrance closes on itself again, you slam your cock inside of it and her body instinctively takes hold of your throbbing erection.
>"AHH! Wait! Ah need more lube!"
"That's too bad since we're doing this dry. Now get tighter."
>A firm slap on her ass is enough to cause her to clamp down around your cock tightly.
>Shifting your grip to her waist, you lean forward and put some of your weight on her as you begin pumping her ass fast and hard.
>There's enough lube leftover to prevent chaffing but it's clear she's experiencing more discomfort than anything else.
>Good, it wouldn't be a proper punishment if she enjoyed herself.
>Minutes into it, her moans return and you can feel the heat from her nethers on your balls as they continuously slap her vagina.
"Are you seriously feeling it from this? I'm textbook sodomizing you and now you're moaning like a bitch in heat. Or is this just the way you like it?"
>She shifts her gaze from you and looks down to the floor.
>"Ah'm sorry master," another groan and mild orgasm rock her, "but Ah just love it when ya take me like an animal."
"No, an animal knows when it's getting fucked in the wrong hole. Right now you're less than that. You're just a flesh hole for me to blow my load in. You're not my pet, not even my slave, you're simply an object for me to use as I see fit."
>She lowers her head further and stays silent on the matter.
"Good to see you've learned your place."
>You'd think she's given up but the tightening around your dick and echoing wet sound of your hips connecting is clear evidence of her savoring the feeling.
>Reaching forward even more, you undo her front spreader bar before wrapping an arm around her waist and leaning straight back while keeping her pinned against you.
>Adding gravity to the mix allows you to bottom out fully and more rapidly, causing Applejack to whine pitifully while biting her lower lip.
>Using your free hand to tweak her nipples, you take to nibbling her ear as you ravage her rectum.
>She squirms in your grasp, the fluids from her vagina slowly running down your thighs, and despite her panting and moaning, she can't bring herself to orgasm.
"Keikaku dohri."
>Translators note: "Keikaku dohri." Means; "Just as planned."
>In short time, her snug pony pucker has reached it's constrictive limit and the force being exerted on your penis would break a lesser man.
>You hold steadfast as you decrease speed to delay your upcoming ejaculation while your little pony has gone almost completely slack in your arms except for the way her insides are trying to milk you.
>You weren't in this to deny yourself an orgasm though so when your own legs start to burn from all the pumping and humping action, you bottom out one last time and open the floodgates.
>Exhausted from that performance you fall back on your ass and Applejack's harness catches her from falling flat on the ground despite a small complaint from the support beams.
>Taking note to get those things checked you move to undo the straps keeping Applejack in place and once she's on her hoovesies again, she takes a few shaky steps before rushing up the stairs.
>Confused, you follow after her all the way until she gets to your room and slams the door behind her.
>She didn't bother with the lock so you poke your head in to gauge the situation.
>She's taken cover under the covers and is clearly reluctant to show her face.
"Jackie? What's wrong?"
>She pulls the covers in tighter and as soon as sob escapes her lips, you close the gap and kneel by the bed side.
"Applejack why are you crying?"
>She mumbles into the pillow as you strain to hear her.
"Apple-"
>"Ah said Ah'm sorry."
>You honestly thought it was something you did.
>"Ah'm a bad pet, Ah just caint follow yer orders and- and Ah-" she chokes back a few more tears.
>So it was something you did.
"Jackie, stop. I know what I said and it's true, you're not my pet."
>You rip the cover off of her and pull her into your arms.
"You're so much more to me than that."
>She slowly returns your embrace and hugs you back just as tightly, still refusing to meet your gaze.
>"What do ya mean?"
"I mean what I said. All the toys and training and play is just that, play. Did I have a few kinks before coming to Equestria? Yeah. Did I help you discover some of yours? I think so. But that's just one part of the equation. I could go on and on about this crazy town that welcomed me, your crazy friends who I can now call my friends, your crazy family that took me in or this crazy orange pony in a tan hat that learned all about leather and lace from a monkey man from another world."
>She giggles into your chest and you rub her back gently.
>"Sounds like ya got a thang fer that pony. Ah maight say Ah'm a bit jealous."
"Yeah she's pretty much perfect, no other pony I've met can hold a candle to her really. Now that I think about it, I may have fallen in love with her. Even if I have a funny way of showing it."
>"Because stickin' things where they don't belong is REAL funny."
"It kinda is. Well more fun than funny."
>"How's that?"
"Because doing bad things is fun. But rather than do anymore bad stuff today I figured I could just take that mare, hold her close and tell her how much she means to me."
>"Then why don'tcha?"
"I thought I just did."
>"Well then Ah guess she loves ya too but she'd appreciate it if ya held back some in the sack. Also she- alright this is just silly. Can ya just tell me yer sorry and that ya love me?"
"I'm sorry Applejack."
>"And?"
"And I love you, with all my heart and all the rest of me too."
>"Thanks Sugarcube now what say we get to that cuddlin' ya mentioned?"
"You got it."
>Just one of those days in Equestria.