Forbidden Fruit

>Its been well over 2 years since you came to Equestria, and in that time you met some wonderful, caring, and charming mares. Sadly, none of them wanted anything to do with you.
>It had little to do with you being a naked ape man, or some social cast system, no; you just really were bad at sealing the deal. From what you saw, these mares were pretty open-minded, and some even let you play with their bodies. But when it came time for penetration, none were interested.
>You were like that guy, who was cursed by Hades to have a horrible thirst, and be surrounded by water, but could never drink. Only the water was mare pussy, and you weren’t thirsty, you were just horny. But man, you wanted to hit that water so hard….metaphors.
>Today you chill with Applejack at a little town party, and you spot some mares. You go over to talk to them, but get shot down rather quickly. Word has spread, and you now are know around town as “that sleazy guy who tries to sleep with everyp0ny”
>Feeling like shit, you toss yourself back onto the bench and rub your face in shame. Applejack rubs your back and gives you that warm, loving smile “There, there, sugar cube, everythang is gonna be all right.”
“No its not.” You whine “I’m a fucking loser.”
>”That aint true, yer one of the nicest, funniest, guys I ever did meet. Just gonna take sometime fer another mare to see that. Just don’t go rushin tah every mare that flashes ya a smile, it makes ya look…”
“Go ahead, say it.”
>”Makes ya look desperate.”
“Tsk, fucking shit.”
>”Now, now, don’t get all fussy with me, ya know I’m only tryin tah help.”
“Yeah, whatever.” You bellow turning around to face the other way.
>That night, you went home and masturbated furiously at the thought of the many mares you saw that night. Even Applejack.
>Several days later, you and Applejack meet up again, but this time, at her home.

> It wasn’t uncommon for you to snap, and get bitchy like that. She was used to it, but you still felt awful for it. Jacking off always took the edge off, and you did it at least 4 times a day.
>You and Applejack sit on the fence and watch Big Mac plow the fields. Several minutes later, Cheerilee shows up, and the two talk for a bit before Big Mac ditches his chores and goes to town with her.
>You sigh and sulk while Applejack chews on an apple.
“How do you do it?”
>”Do what?”
“Not get bothered about it all.”
>”Ah if I find the right one, I’ll do it then.”
“Hmpf.”
>”Anon…I don’t know how to ask this, so I’ll just come right out and say it. I want to help..relive you.” you perk up hearing this, “Now before ya get all excited, I’m just gonna get ya off, nuthin more.”
>You don’t say anything, fear of losing this golden offer stops you from asking even the basic “why?””
>”If yer interested, sneak into the barn tonight. I’ll be waitin till around 2. After that, ya gotta take care of yerself.” She smiles
>After that, you rushed home, scrubbed EVERYTHING, shampoo everywhere, and brushed your teeth 5 times. Just in case.
>With all that done, you headed straight for Applejacks. Just on the outskirts of Sweet Apple Acres, you’re starting to have 2nd thoughts about it, or rather cold feet. Then again, opportunities like that don’t happen everyday.
>Collecting yourself, you head for the barn. Slowly opening the door, you see nothing but pitch black. With the lowest whisper you can muster, you call out to her.
“Applejack? You here?”
>”Yeah I’m here!” She shouts as you look up and see a dim light, it becomes clear now that she is up a ladders.

>Climbing up it, you see Applejack lying down on a large sheet, with a lantern by her side, and a basket of fruit. Already you are a pitching a tent and you crawl up to her.
>”We aint gotta whisper, nop0ny can hear us this far out.”
“Oh.”
>Unsure of what to do, you lean in and kiss her. She places a hoof on your chest, and pushes you back “Gettin ahead of yerself, I said I was gonna get ya off…I guess ya can kiss me a bit, I don’t really mind. Still, don’t get the wrong idea about this, I’m just showin ya another way.”
“Huh?”
>”Ya know how ya asked me how I do it? Well, I’m sure it aint no secret that we both tend the fields on er own, but I found that some tools make the job easier. Pull down yer pants, show me what ya got.”
>Without any second thoughts, you undo your pants and pull them down. Applejack looks over your erection, and takes particular attention to its size. “All right, give me a minute.”
>Hunched over the basket, she fiddles with stuff, for a few minutes. You hear some cutting, scooping, and then she tosses away pieces of something.
>Turning back around, she presents you a melon. Confusion sets in immediately, and you look back at her unsure of what to do.
>”Ya have no idea what I’m getttin at, do ya?”
“You…wanna eat some fruit or something?”
>”Something like that.” She replys setting the melon down and returning to the basket, this time she brings out a banana.
>Standing it on the ground, she moves over it and begins to slowly lower herself onto it. The banana goes in deeper, and deeper as she makes little moans the further in it goes.
>Reaching the hilting point, she slowly picks herself back up, and pops it out of her. Her body makes audible noises the wetter, and looser she gets.
>”Make sense now?”

>Placing the banana back into the basket, she crawls over to you and picks back up the melon. “Rest yourself up against that hay.”
“I..no..just no.”
>You try to get back up, but she holds you down and pushes you against the hay. “I know what yer thinkin, “oh my Celestia, what a freak. Doin the deed with sum fruit, how messed up can ya get.” I know, I thought the same thing..till I tried it. It felt amazin, like nuthin ya ever felt before. Best of all, its easy tah get, not dangerous, and ya get a snack when yer done.”
“That’s fucking gross.”
>”I’m kiddin, but the rest is true. Just give it a chance Anon, I promise ya wont regret it.” She whispers brining the melon up for you to see, “Look, she’s all wet n ready fer ya.”
>You growl at her feeling insulted, but when you take a moment to really look at it, it is strangely sexual. Or maybe you honestly hit the lowest of the low.
>The soft glisten of its juices, slowly run down its spongy and firm flesh. Lowering it down to your dick, she aligns it with the makeshift hole she made, and tries to push it forward.
>The hole is too small, and the tip of your dick gets compressed inward trying to fit in.
“Jesus.” You groan “It’s..its too fucking small.”
>”It’s fine, she’ll loosen up in a bit, ya gotta keep at it Anon, make a melon out of this virgin produce.”
>She applies even more force, and you can begin to feel the firm meat of the fruit begin to bend inward, but nothing. It feels like a massive force is pushing you out, “What in the hay?”
>Applejack pushes harder, but it feels like your dick is bending now. “Course, I fergot tah add the hole.”
>Getting a little think needle, she pokes the opposite end of the melon with a little hole to form an air pocket.

Suddenly, the sugary hymen is popped, and your dick plunges in full force.
“Ahh god!”
>The meat inside is cold to the touch, and sends you into a feeling of shock. The seeds, and flesh are packed in close, and every seed massages your dick with each stroke Applejack makes.
>You can hear the lewd sounds of your precum mixing with the juices of the melon, and little bubbles begin to foam out of the hole on the other side.
>Applejack continues with her pace, but you can’t bear to bring yourself to look her in the eyes. The shame of fucking a fruit and actually enjoying it are too much. The air pocket sucks in your dick hard as you get pulled out, and creates a sensation very akin to a blowjob.
>By this point you are panting and moaning up a storm, making the most embarrassing sounds, you try to grit and hold out, but each stroke brings you closer.
>The flesh is getting softer, and the intese feeling is dying down, not wanting it to end, you grab the melon and begin to pump of your own accord.
>Harder, and faster, you shift your entire body weight onto it, and ride that melon doggy style. Applejack goes to face you, and you begin to kiss her for a moment before turning your attention to the melon.
>With one last thrust, you cum what feels like buckets into the melon. Falling to the side, expended, and satisfied, you slowly pull out. Your dick gives one or two last pumps of seed into the seeds, before flopping down on your inner thigh.
>The sticky juice from the melon feels awful on your skin, but considering how great it felt, you don’t mind it so much.
>”So, how’d ya like it?”
*pant* *pant* “How…how many you got?”
>”Hahaha, enough tah keep ya happy till ya find a mare fer yerself.”
”Hope she likes fruit like you do.”
>”Maybe she will, and if not, ya can always show her. C’mon, lets use mah shower.”