Picture Perfect Pommes (One Shot)

>Day Job on Earth
>Be Applejack
>You awake in your room to another sun-shining morning on Anon's farm
>You stretch and roll on your back a few times before hopping to your hooves
>The bathroom is a short trip down the hall and you need to get rid of last night's cider in a bad way!
>You take a moment to reflect on the events of your life in the last few weeks
>Life's be very different since you ended up in this strange place
>You're not like other ponies on Anonymous' farm
>You don't kick and whiny at shadows and plow mindlessly under his hand
>It's odd to think that you are so different
>You finish up and head out into the fields to see what needs to be done today
>A voice calls out to you
>"Apples! How are you this morning"?
Ah'm right as rain, Anon! Yer'self?
>"Doing well!"
What's on the agenda fer today?
>"Oh, today I need to head to town. I was wondering if you wanted to tag along?"
Sure! Who all else is comin'?
>"No one"
Ah mean, who're ya' ridin' inta' town?
>"As I said... no one"
>You shrug and nod
>Anon puts on a wide brimmed hat and a pair of simple boots
>"You don't mind the saddlebags... do you?"
>He looks at you with of fear as he holds up the leather packs
Anon, Ah said Ah was sorry fer kickin' ya last time. Ah didn't know that ya' jus' go on an' saddle other ponies up without tellin' 'em
>"Yeah... I should have said something to you before trying it"
>He leans in close and strokes your face with his strong hands
>You try to set boundaries on what Anonymous can do, but this is something you can't stop
>Something about petting his other ponies helps him train them
>Yet again, you're not like other ponies
A'right, Sugarcube. 'Nough a' that now... lets set out, yeah?
>He smiles and presents you a sugar cube
>You know he's not patronizing you, this is just something he does
>You take it in your mouth to humor him and stuff it in your cheek
>It's pretty nice to have sucking candies though
>You smile and begin your trip down the path
>Anon follows close by your side
>The two of you pass by his land and you take it all in
>Beautiful orchards line the grounds
>Anon grows almonds, blueberries, strawberries and, of course, apples
>When you first laid eyes on his farm, you were simply smitten
>Big, juicy red apples dot the landscape and his methods are nothing more extreme than hard work, love and care for his fields
>It reminded you of home so much that you could easily stay
>Well, not easily... you still dream about your brother, Big Macintosh, and your littler sister, Applebloom
>Even Granny Smith, that hard ol' mare, has a special spot in your memories for all the good times you've shared
>Anonymous breaks your daydreaming as you near the tall fence leading to the road
>"Hang on... let me move Meringue before she follows us out"
>Meringue, one of several ponies who live with Anonymous, had a bad habit of running when the fence was open
>You'd like to imagine she always dreamed of being a free spirit and seeing the world
>Of course, this was a dream as Meringue was as dumb as a sack of apples in the mud
>Most of these ponies are
>They don't talk, they don't read and they don't do any work unless Anonymous puts a bit in their mouth and wheels them around like some kind of... pack animal!
>"Alright, she's far enough, just move fast... I don't feel like chasing her today"
>You slip out the fence and Anonymous locks it tightly behind you
Ah never seen ya' wrong her a day since Ah got here... why's she always so jumpy?
>"She been like that since she was a little filly. Always wants to run. She's more of a race horse, but she'd never be able to outpace the Thoroughbreds"
Ya' ever think a' taking her to a race one day?
>"I'd love too... assuming she was like you and not like her"
Ah suppose yer right... shucks, when Ah think a' "race-tracks", Ah think a' orderly, friendly races
>"You'd hate to see what they look like here. I promise you that"
>You nod and your mind wanders again
>Racing always makes you think of your best friend in the wide world of Equestria; Rainbow Dash
>Rainbow's a pegasus, that means she's got wings, and she's got a fierce need to go fast
>Anonymous assures you that no such pony exists here on Earth
>You'd love to get him for one day in your world and show him how ridiculous everything in his world really is
>Ponies don't even have cutie marks in this world!
>The very idea is confounding
>Anon starts talking to you again and it wakes you up
>"You've been really quiet today. Something on your mind?"
>You shake your head
Nah, Ah'm jus' thinkin' 'bout home
>"Oh, sorry... I know how much you miss it. You cried out in your sleep last night. All I could do was pet you and whisper sweet things in your ear. You looked like a babe separated from her mother"
>You thought you felt somep0ny holding you in your sleep
>The face in the dream you saw was much more friendly than Anonymous, however
Ah guess Ah owe ya' thanks on that... Ah've been gettin' homesick all week. Do ya' think Ah'll ever get back ta' Equestria?
>"Hard to say when I'm not really sure how you got here in the first place"
>You think of that night running through the Everfree Forest
>Falling into that pond and trying desperately to swim out
>How you fell unconscious and drifted for hours until you found land
>That's how you fist met Anonymous and he was mighty neighborly
>Never seen anything as weird looking as a "human" until that day
>You chuckle to yourself
>It'll be a great story to tell Applebloom when you get home
Hey, Anon... what're we pickin' up today?
>"I need some feed for the chickens and a new block of saltlick. I swear I just bought one, but I'd bet you anything that Linzer Tart has been chewing it again"
>You'd make that wager with Anonymous because you know you've been hitting that block more than you ever would back home
>Something about the way Anon handles it just makes you want it so much more
If'n Ah could make a request... don't git the brown blocks, they're gross. Those high gloss white blocks are de~licious!
>You smile with a silly grin and your mouth waters lightly
>You hear Anon laugh
>"It's so weird... a talking horse. You're like Mr. Ed, except, you know... real! I can honestly say, it's been a blast having you on the farm"
>You smile and nod
Well, thank ya'! Ah don't mind helpin' 'round the place. Hard work is what these beauties were made fer!
>You brandish your hind hooves
>With Anonymous' expert care, your hooves have been polished and restored to a luster that would make Rarity jealous
>His unique horseshoes, while heavier, are also so sturdy and strong that you don't feel a single blow when you kick a tree now
>"It's always nice to have company. I mean, I've always spent my time around horses, but you, you've changed what that means"
Why do ya' keep yerself all cramped up in that big house a' yours alone?
>"I... I'm kind of shy around people"
>You chuckle at that remark
>Anonymous is such a kidder with you and a pretty nice human, as far as you have met
>The idea of him being -shy- is ridiculous
>Though, you do know another pony who, despite her kindness and love, had a similar problem
>But... Anonymous is just too straightforward to be like Fluttershy
Ah kind'a understand yer predicament... workin' all the time doesn't always leave too much time fer wooin' the mares
>"Tell you the truth. I've never dated a girl in my life... I'm twenty-two and don't even have children. My father had three kids by my age... I guess it's just these crazy times we live in. What with a war going on over the ocean"
>You recall papers discussing the war in Anonymous world
>Some fella named, "Hitler" was trying to take over the world... or destroy the world... the paper was never really quite clear on what this human wanted
Well, wars don't last fer ever, ya' know! Ah think ya'd look good with a foal or two an' some nice mare by yer side
>"Ahh~, stop talking about it! You're making me blush!"
>This silly human always makes you laugh, what a riot!
>Anonymous doesn't look at you while talking
>"Well, you're a girl... horse, girl horse... mare... what do you like?"
Sugarcube, ya' jus' gotta be yerself. Ah know it's pretty cliché, but it's the honest truth. Yer pretty smart, work hard, an' yer funny on occasion. Not ta' mention a good cook! Best apple fritter Ah've had in a long time!
>"So, you think someone -would- fall in love with me?"
Ah know it, Anon. Why, they'd have ta' be crazy ta' not fall fer ya'
>Anon turns his head completely from you and chuckles
>"Yeah, you're right! What am I worried about?!"
>You laugh as you see how red his face his
>It's hilarious for you to see him in such a vulnerable state
>The walk to town is otherwise uneventful after you give Anonymous a pep talk
>You pass by a lot of beautiful land that is completely fenced off by tall structures with razor wire surrounding it
>Anon tells you that everything pass the razor wire is like a waking nightmare and that we're lucky to be on this side
>The fertile land vanishes as a grey road appears
>You both walk onto the stone path and are in a small town before you realize
>The town is very small, with maybe a hundred humans and half a dozen ponies living in it
>Anonymous tells you that the town use to be much bigger and cleaner
>Since the war, so many humans have left and, you imagine, ponies too
>A small, tattered building stands before you and Anonymous counts his money
>"Ugh, another price hike... I hope I brought enough now"
>You walk in and your nose is assaulted by a mass of human bodies
>It's like they haven't bathe in days and have somehow managed to contain the smell to one store in the entire province!
>Working through the pain, you try to browse around
>Stale baked goods, moldy papers and tattered clothing line the untidy shelves
>You come across a small, relatively undamaged book and pick it up
>The cover, though faded to one side, reads, "Le Jardin de la Licorne" and shows a picture of a white unicorn pony standing near a hedge maze
>The image fills you with a longing to see your friends again
>You decide you want to keep this book... if just to see how the story goes...
>You walk around the shelves to see Anonymous has his things and is next in line
>Walking to him, you present him the book and look up into his eyes
Anonymous... Ah know Ah really haven't earned much -yet-, but Ah'd really like this book
>You flash your best smile
>He grumbles for the moment and takes the book
>"Combien ça coûte?"
>Anonymous waves the book lightly at the shopkeeper
>Here is where you start losing the conversation
>The shopkeeper says something to the effect that Anonymous yells back at him
>The two begin speaking so quickly that you aren't sure if they are forming complete sentences anymore
>Anonymous stops for a moment and smiles
>"Quel est votre dernier prix?"
>You hear a short exchange of words and Anonymous grimaces
>"Well, I talked him down to a fair price..."
>You see a Anonymous take a yellowish can with a label of a pig on it and put it to one side
>After coins change hands, you leave the store
>Anonymous cradles his stomach and sighs
>He hands you the book, but you deny it for the moment
Ya' didn't have ta' git rid of yer stuff fer me! Ah didn't even need this thing that badly!
>"No, no, it is I who did not need canned meats. I am getting pudgy as it is..."
>Truth be told, Anon looks even thinner than when you first met
>Your heart sinks to your stomach and you silently curse yourself as you look at the book
>He hands you the book again and you snatch it in your mouth
>Anon then loads up the bag of feed and a few assorted items in your saddlebags
>The weight is trivial for you and you both walk on
>About half way into your trip, you begin to talk again
Hey... Anon... can ya' read me that story later?
>He looks at you curiously
>"How is it that you would end up in France and be able to speak only English? Even better, how does your world have an analog language to English?"
Well, Ah can speak an' read Equestrian jus' fine. My native language! Sure, Ah may 'ave cut some classes here an' there... an' Ah said that foreign language studyin' was a load a' hooey...
>"Is there a French analog as well?"
Ah think so, yeah... mah sister got a case a' the cutie pox one year an' she started speakin' all fancy, like yew
>"Hah! Fancy... this guttural language of my heritage is purely to make non-native speakers feel inadequate. Still, it would help if you could understand some of it"
Maybe Ah'll take a lesson from ya' someday
>" Peut-être que vous prendrez cette leçon plutôt tôt que tard?"
Ah... yeah, nah... Ah lost'cha again
>"Eh, for another time. I suppose I will translate this story for you as best I can"
>You smile and tap your hooves on the ground
>The sun is high in the sky as you return to Anonymous' home
>You work around the field as usual while Anon tends to his more delicate plants
>Nothing to harvest yet, but from the look of the heavy blossoms, it's going to be a great season
>A colt by the name of, "Butterscotch" trots casually over to you
Hey there, little feller... what can Ah do ya' fer?
>He doesn't speak, but you feel that he's much sharper than the rest of the ponies around here
>He snorts once and lowers his head to you with his ears parted forward
Ah gotta finish these chores b'fore Ah can play, sorry...
>You try to shrug and hope it sinks in
>Not too well
>He gallops around you once and neighs
>He nudges your flank from either side and tries to spur you into chasing him
Now, see here, Butterscotch... Ah'm busy helpin' Anon an'... oh, ya' don't understand a word Ah'm saying, do ya'?
>You look into his blue eyes and shake your head
>You're exhausted expression seems to register well with him
>He snorts easily and backs off from you before going to harass Meringue
>You smile and continue working
>You burn your time as best you can working and do next to no reflecting
>The day seems to go by quickly and Anonymous calls you in as the sun sets
>"I didn't really prep dinner tonight... I think we have some leftovers in the stove..."
>Anon takes a look in the oven to see a half tray of apple pie and a half sheet of a pasta dish he baked
>"Oh, hamburgers... how I miss you... this war will never kill my spirit for a juicy piece of prime beef piled high with green, leafy things, onions, tomatoes... no tomatoes... but, onions! All on a loaf of fresh, not week old, bread with a tall glass of red wine at my side"
>You watch Anon toss himself around the kitchen while he heats the day old food
>You feel worse now that he sacrificed his meal for your book
>He returns with a nice plate for you and a slightly worn plate on his side
>" When the trains are back up, I plan on buying a new set of tableware. Ah, you should just see my beautiful city in spring time... so many flowers are blooming, people are shaking off their winter coats... the smell of fresh baguettes fills every street corner. It's simply the finest place to be in the spring"
>Anon looks down at his plate and sighs before a timer chirps
>He dashes to the stove and removes the leftovers
>"Hot and fresh... or fairly fresh! I must compliment you on your pie. It's easily the best I've ever had"
>You smile widely
Well, shucks... jus' a lil' recipe a' mine. Plenty more where that came from
>He chuckles
>"I'll eat anything you make"
>You talk loosely over your make-shift dinner about places to go and things to see in your perspective worlds
>After a quick clean up, you decide to retire to your quarters
Today was a good day... ya' feelin' up ta' read that book?
>Anonymous nods and you head to your room
>He steps in shortly there after wearing his bed clothes
>The idea of wearing clothing to bed always struck you as odd, but Anon must has his reasons for this
>You recline on your mattress and Anon follows along
>He grips the book and opens it to the first page
>"The Garden of the Unicorn..."
>You tilt the book so you too can see the pictures
>"In a far away land, in a time long ago, there was a mysterious creature known as the unicorn. She was fast and elusive and it was said that none could harm her or catch her because she was like vapor... this story is kind of hard to translate..."
No, no, Ah follow ya'. She was hard ta' get... go on
>Anonymous reads further through
>You come to the center of the book now
>"And so the man did grieve that his life was only full with loneliness. He could not find a bride despite his wealth and power who would love him for him. A mystic told him of a secret garden that hid a unicorn in the center..."
>You snuggle up closer to Anonymous as he reads for you
>Each sentence gets more and more anxious as you wonder what will happen next
>You finally near the end of the book and your teeth jitters in anticipation
>"The man, having passed his trials through the maze, finally came upon the center. At the core was a fountain. A white horse appeared from one side and looked to the man. She felt the pain and his reason for being there and shook her head and wept. 'I see you have come to ask me for a bride, but sadly, I cannot' said the unicorn, 'For it is not in my power'"
Well, ain't that just wet hay stacks...
>"I am not finished... The man fell to his knees, 'I have travel so far and learned so much, is that not enough to find love? The unicorn strode to him, 'Young wanderer, you still have so much to see and so much to do before hope is lost. Looking for me was never what you needed', the unicorn nuzzled the man and a tear ran down her cheek..."
>Anon closes the book and looks grimly at you
>"That's the end... I think it is missing a page or so? It just ends like that. I suppose we won't quite know what happens, but I am sure it turns out just fine... unless it is a German story"
>You scoff at Anon
Ah wanted it fer the pictures and they're nice pictures ta' boot! Sure, the stories a lil'... missin'
>"Eh, no real problem. Just glad to see you happy"
It was mighty kind a' ya' ta' buy it fer me thought...
>You lean your head over and kiss his cheek
>He freezes for a moment
>A small blush crosses his nose
>"Applejack, you cheeky little pony"
>You smile coyly, not fully noticing anything in particular
>A sudden cool wetness catches your attention as Anonymous kisses you quickly
>And he called -you- the cheeky one!
>You stay in his arms a while longer before saying anything
So, ya' really never had a girlfriend?
>He looks up at the ceiling while talking
>"No, never had time. It's always been about the farm. My father built this place with his own two hands. he made everything that you see today, including me! Mother passed away some years ago due to complications. She was always sick as far as I remember"
>You let this sink in for a moment
Golly... Ah didn't know. What about yer pop?
>"Father? Oh, good man. He was a carpenter who moonlighted as a gardener. Loved mother and I dearly. When she died, he did everything he could to raise me. He passed a few years ago. I believe it was from a heart to heavy for one person..."
>You know this feeling all too well
Ah can relate ta' ya', Anon... Mah folks passed too early fer their own good. Was a flood in Ponyville... Celestia knows how bad that night was. They put their bodies on the line to save everyp0ny... they jus' couldn't save themselves...
>Your eyes get misty and you think about the headline in the papers
>The article read 'Heroes in the Line of Duty' and honored your parents for their bravery
>A statute is even built in the Canterlot gardens to commemorate their actions against the unexplained flood that night
>it means nothing to be praised as a hero when you don't have them anymore
>You try to shake the thought away and desperately cling to another topic
Anonymous, ya' ever raise a barn?
>"I cannot say I have, no. I've seen it done before though"
>This really doesn't take your mind off anything
>"Hey, Apples... if you want to... you can sleep in my room tonight... if you want to"
>You think about it for a moment and smile
Why not sleep right here, in mah bed?
>"Y-yeah! That's a fine idea as well... I'll just sleep in your room"
>You feel Anon wiggle himself a bit as he adjusts underneath you
>His warm body feels nice under you
>A hand works it's way down your mane and back up to your ear
>The sensation of Anon's warm hand is wonderful as the other starts rubbing your belly
Ooh~, that's nice. yeah, right there
>"This feels odd... but, in a good way. Usually my horses give me an approving whinny or nudge when I pet them. You're a little different"
>Anon chuckles and you feel it echo through you
Well, don't that raise a question 'er two. How many other ponies do ya' sleep with?
>You smile slyly
>"Oh, you know what I mean! Any pony in my world is twice your size at your age. Not nearly as strong as you, as you may have noticed"
Oh, yeah, figured that one out the first time Ah had to push Meringue away from the gates. Nearly sent bumped her across the field
>Anonymous chuckles again
>"I had to give her half a dozen sugar cubes and plenty of fresh hay to get her to come outside after that incident"
>You laugh and sigh a little as you unwind
>"You even smell nice without barely bathing... like apples"
>Anon sniffs at your mane lightly as he strokes your chest
>His finger scratch calmly into your fur and make your skin tingle
>You feel his breathing down your neck as he pets you and you twitch slightly
Hmm, yer hands are so nice... nothin' like this kind of massage in Ponyville
>"You have massage parlors and no hands?
Well, yeah... and bath spas... ya' never really think 'bout hands 'til ya' experience 'em
>Anon grins and scratches a little deeper in longer strokes
>"And is it a good experience?"
>You shake your head a in a small nod
At least the way yew do it. Ah'm sure ya' got plenty of skill with ponies seein' as how ya' live with 'em
>Anon is silent for a little while and you think he might be drifting off to sleep
>He readjusts himself again to be by your side
>His hips wrap with your own as he curls tightly to your back
>The feeling of his strong body clutching onto you sends a nervous chill up your spine
>He's so much bigger and he has such nice arms that hold you so close with skilled hands that work your fur evenly until you are soft and ruffled
>A thought crosses your mind of what -other- things hands can do
>You try to push that awful idea out of your mind, but it cements in place
>Oh no... what if you leak on him?
>What if he smells you?
H-hey, Anon... have ya' ever seen yer ponies -makin'- ponies?
>His hands freeze in place and you can feel his eyes boring into the back of your
>"Yes, a few times... I've never been a breeder myself and I try to keep the stallions and mares apart during their seasons. Why do you ask?"
So, ya' pretty much know all 'bout pony parts... have ya' ever had ta' -help- one a' yer mares?
>"That's... oddly specific... I suppose your a pretty trustworthy friend. Though, if I told you this story, you might find it distasteful"
>Your heart thumps once as you swallow a mouthful of saliva
N-no, go on...
>"Well... this farm never had horses before I owned it. I bought Tiramisù, the older mare who stays mostly in the blueberry fields, when she was just a filly. Her first season was very difficult for her. I asked other farmers what they'd do and most said just let her wait it out. On multiple occasions, she had tried to pin me between her and the stable"
>You breathe a little heavier thinking of these types of ponies trying to rape Anonymous
>To think a dull beast would be so forceful and even go out of their species just for a little satisfaction
>You'd never try to -rape- Anon
>"Yeah, it's weird, I know... and sometimes... I would think, 'Hey, she's my horse! Would it hurt if I fooled around with her?', but I never did"
>This is making you so jittery
>You want to say something, but Anon's hand smoothly runs up your flank
>You feel those warm fingers trace your hip and glide back to your belly
>The feeling of being touched and the heat must be getting to you
Ya' never had a girlfriend or a mare, right?
>"Correct on both accounts"
>You stop and breath for a second to sound as casual as possible
>You want this next line to sound more like a suggestive joke, just in case...
What if ya' could have a mare tonight?
>You weakly chuckle
>Anon is quiet and his hands move a little slower
>"W-would she want me?"
>You quickly roll over and face Anonymous
>You breathe irregularly while staring into his eyes
Ah think she would... if'n ya' wanted her
>You grip Anon has best you can with your legs and hold yourself close to him
>"Apple... jack..."
>You kiss up his neck as your hips begin to move lightly
W-we should get you familiar with females... this is'a lesson fer ya'. B-be happy Ah'm the teacher!
>You don't know whether to be harsh, soft, or whatever, you just want him to know that this is mutually beneficial
>Your muzzle locks onto his flat snout and you kiss him hard
>You feel his hands grip your sides easily and he seems to nearly moan
>When you break the kiss, his slick licks glisten back with your handy work
>His eyes open slowly as his breathing increases
>"Applejack... wow... that was..."
>You don't listen too well as you hump him a little more
Try yer hands... like ya'd clean a mare... Ah know yer good at that
>Your little statement boosts his confidence and you feel his hands slide to your flank
>That warm feeling makes you buck a little harder as you anticipate it
>Within an instant, you feel a rough texture on your slick parts
>His calloused hand slides completely against your steamy marehood and you love it
Ah~! That's the ticket, sugarcube... jus' like that
>"So hot... where you thinking about this?"
If'n Ah told ya' yew turned me on, would ya' hate me?
>"Not if you'd allow me the same leeway"
>You feel a hard something in Anon's clothing poke you back
>All this dry fondling has turned him on nicely
>Time to see what Tiramisù was missing out on
>You slide your back off expertly to his waist and help slide down his trousers
>Wooh doggy! That mare has good tastes!
Lookit'choo! Ah'd say that's a very grown-up lookin' piece of farmin' equipment ya got yerself!
>You nearly drool as you think about what that's going to feel like
>"D-do you really think it's good enough?"
Hush, boy... we got ourselves an apple field to plow...
>You slide up and show off your body to Anon
>His sex jumps with enthusiasm as your powerful butt pushes against it
>Your tail hole feels the heat radiating off his delicious looking maleness
>"Ah~! Gods, your body is hot..."
>You take the compliment with as much stride as you take his little stallion
>With a quick backwards rub, you feel the first inch of his flesh sink into you
>Just the feeling of the tip parting your needy nether lips is heavenly
>It gets better and better as you lower yourself onto his body
>He moans like the untrained virgin he is and squeezes your flanks harder
>"Ooh~! Damn! Ahh~!
>This little boy is about to learn a lot about farm labor tonight
>You grin sadistically as you feel Anon's sex press into your deepest parts
>You look down to see that there's an inch or two left, but you'll work into it
>Anon looks absolutely desperate now as you begin your ride
>Slow, smooth motions start off the rodeo
N-now, sugarcube, jus' lay there an' let me take care'a ya'
>You ride Anon for a few minutes, trying to be gentle
>Regardless of your speed, he still spills inside you too early for your liking
>"Oh god~!"
>He moans a deep, throaty sound and pulls your thighs down with all his might
>His tongue flops out of his mouth and his eyes close as he rides out his first real sexual experience
>"Oh god, so good~...
>You sink onto him as let his little stallion fill you deeply
>Hot jets of his crème smear your insides and the heat radiates into your belly
H-how'd ya' like them apples?
>You smile as a bit of sweat rolls down your face
>"Amazing... that was the best feeling in the world..."
>You press a hoof against his chest and hold him down
>Your hips pick up again and lift to the very top of his maleness
>You sink down with a more speed this time and feel that wonderful sensation of a hot, stuffed snatch
>"Applejack~!"
Don'cha fret, pardner... you'll be back in the saddle in no time...
>You grin widely and rest your weight entirely on his body
>You hips hump in a mindless fury as you look deeply into his face
Why don't yew show me what ya' learned from b'fore?
>You pucker your lips and draw his head in
>His lips take you much more smoothly this time and he actually takes your tongue against his
>Sure, the kiss is sloppy and he pushes your tongue awkwardly, but you're happy he's trying
>When the kiss breaks, a small strand of drool leaks from your lips
Not bad... Ah think yer learnin'
>He wraps his arms around your body and humps back in time with you
>"I have a great teacher..."
>He tries to keep pace with you, but your body eventually consumes him
>You lose track of time as you rut your new found playmate
>Anon dumps two more gooey, creamy loads into your drenched body before you are through
>You collapse onto him and just rest with his impressive organ buried so far in that you can almost taste it
>Anon pants heavily and closes his eyes
Yer a fast learner, Anon...
>"C-can we... can we study... tomorrow night too?"
>He half smiles and gasps out a sigh
Yew bet yer cute bottom, we can. Maybe Ah'll instruct'cha on the proper way ta' bathe a mare
>A dirty smile spreads across your face
>You feel Anon's hands rub your tired rump and a stray squirt of love spurts into you
Yikes... do those balls of yours ever shrink?
>"I never knew they were so big"
>You rub your tummy once and feel each of Anon's loads sloshing in you
>This guy could get a whole stable pregnant if he put his mind to it
>His member slowly recedes from you as his sex drive scatters
>"Did I ever tell you that you're beautiful?"
Nope... that'd be the first time. Hopefully, not the last
>"Stay here with me, Apples... I've decided you'd be the perfect wife for me"
>You laugh wearily
Lets not jump ta' marriage jus' yet, Anon... Ah'd be fine with jus' our current sleepin' arrangements
>You close your eyes and feel Anon's heartbeat through his clothes
>Exhaustion overtakes you and the heat of your love blankets you perfectly
>Anonymous is a different kind of lover, but after all, you're a different kind of pony