Big Mac didn’t know what Applejack wanted when he was on a chair reading and she barged into his room without a single knock, but he could guess.

“There’s a problem,” Applejack said.

“You’re horny?”

“Yeah.” She came in and kicked the door closed. “Mark that book and let’s have sex.”

He marked the book and put it on the desk with the computer he mostly only used because all newspapers had turned into websites or gone bust. Applejack got down and began to stroke him, and things just wildly escalated from there.

An hour later, Big Mac was on the floor exhausted, being conscious for most purposes, with Applejack lying on his bed with similar physical and mental capabilities. Someone knocked the front door, but Apple Bloom was at school.

“You get it,” Applejack said.

“You get it.”

“Come on, Ah was the dominant one doin’ all the movement. You were against a wall most ah the tahme, Ah don’t even know whah you’re so tahred.”

“You’re the one with the bed.”

“Only ‘cause you were too tahred to reach it. Wait... okay, Ah’ll get it.”

She came down and got the door.

“Hey, Rainbow.”

“Hi... you look sleepy, is it just me?”

“Nah, Ah just had a lotta sex. Come in.”

She did come in. “So I guess you aren’t in the mood?”

“Give me two or three hours.”

“I’ll be back then.”

After having sex with Twilight for a while, Rainbow came back to a much more awake Applejack.

“Hey, Rainbow.”

“Hi... you look better now.”

“Yeah, just needed some rest. Come in.”

She did come in. “So I guess you’re in the mood?”

“Give me two or three minutes.”

“I’ll be back then.”

After gliding a few laps around the barn, standing being something she had hated from the day she could reliably fly, she came back to an Applejack in very similar condition to the last time she saw her.

“Hey, Rainbow.”

“Hi.”

“Come in.”

She did come in. “So I guess you’re in the mood?”

“Give me two or three seconds.”

“I’ll be back then.” She went out and back in. “Hi. So I guess you’re in the mood?”

“Yep. Let’s go.”

They went up to her room.

“You know what Ah want today?” Applejack said.

“No.”

“You’re gonna be shocked.”

“I’m ready. Wait, is that what you want? Then I’m not ready.”

“No. You don’t have to do this, just don’t make fun of me, okay?”

“If I can handle Twilight, you’ll be just fine.”

“Ah wanna have normal sex. Without any fetishes.”

“So you aren’t gonna hurt me?”

“Not at all.”

“Just slap me a few times.”

“Do you need pain to feel—”

“I don’t have a mental disorder, it just doesn’t feel right.”

Applejack gave her four weak, apathetic slaps. “Now can we go?”

“Yes.”

They kissed for a few minutes, then had sex for a few hours. But eventually, as they lied together on the floor, Rainbow said something that meant they had to stop.

“That was a really good round,” said Applejack, who had more of her body sticky than not. “When do you wanna go again again again again again again again... again... Ah forgot how many it’s been.”

“Actually, I think I’m done.”

“Oh no, really?”

“Yeah. It’s time to do something else.”

“At least stay here.”

“If you need me, I’ll be somewhere in Equestrian airspace.”

“Please don’t go....”

“I guess I could talk for a bit, but I really don’t wanna have sex.”

“We can talk, just don’t go.”

“You seem really emotional about this.” Applejack took one of her hooves and licked it. “I said no more sex.”

It lasted half an hour before Rainbow had another reason to leave.

“And that’s why I have a pasta machine at Twilight’s place,” Rainbow said. “Now, like I said, it’s getting dark, so I should really go now.”

“One more tahme?”

“We can kiss for a few minutes, but—”

Applejack pulled her in, and they did. But it only lasted a few minutes.

“—After that, I really have to go.”

Applejack sighed. “All raht. Have a good naht.”

“I will.” She got up and left for that big blue thing we call the ocean.

“Big Mac, we need to have sex.”

“Why?”

“Ah need to have sex.”

“Didn’t you just—”

“If Ah don’t have sex, Ah’m gonna eat one ah mah pillows.”

“Just let me finish this list of the top thirteen Equestrian peanut butter brands.”

That was indeed what he was using his computer for. “Are you... into peanut butter history?”

“Don’t you think that if I really was hardcore, I wouldn’t be reading a clickbait list? I would be somewhere like pbhistory.ca.”

“...The world’s most popular peanut butter history sahte?”

“No. All the mainstream places are terrible.”

“So... should Ah clean mahself? So Rainbow’s cum isn’t there?”

“If you’re really about to eat your pillow, then it’s okay.”

She waited as he finished reading.

“I’m ready.”

“Get on the bed.”

An hour later, Big Mac was on the floor exhausted, being conscious for most purposes, with Applejack lying on his bed with similar physical and mental capabilities. Someone knocked the front door.

“You get it,” Big Mac said.

“Okay.”

She came down and got the door.

“Hey, Apple Bloom.”

“Hey... you look sleepy, is it just me?”

“Nah, Ah just had a lotta sex. Come in.”

She did come in. “So Ah guess you ain’t in the mood?”

“Give me—what?”

“For our game of Across the Board.”

“Oh, yeah. Fifteen, twenty minutes.”

“All raht.”

The game was packed up and Applejack was back in her room trying to think of a way to do something productive, but a bigger issue came up: she was horny. She went up to Big Mac’s room and knocked the door. And then he opened it.

“What is it?”

“Can we have sex?”

“We’ve already had sex for hours today.”

“So is that a yes or a no?”

He shut the door.

Applejack sat on her bed. “What am Ah gonna do? Ah can’t not have sex. There has to be some way Ah can convince him... Ah know.” She took off the ties in her hair and shook her head. “All he needs is somethin’ fresh.”

She went up to Big Mac’s room and knocked the door. And then he opened it.

“What happened?”

“Ah made mahself look so attractive you’re—”

He shut the door.

“What am Ah gonna do now?” she said as she failed to put a tie back in for the third time. “Hey, Apple Bloom, in here!”

Apple Bloom came into her room. “What is it?”

“Ah need you to get these back in. And close the door.”

She kicked the door closed and went up on the bed. “That all?”

“Ah doubt you could help, but Ah can’t fahnd a way to have sex with Big Mac. If Ah don’t have sex with somepony, it’s gonna be bad.”

“Why not rape ‘m? You do it all the tahme.”

“Ah can tell he doesn’t want that raht now. Ah need to convince him he does, and Ah’m all out of ahdeas.”

“Well, don’t ask me.”

She looked at a corner of the bed. “Ah think Ah’m gonna fuck one ah mah bedposts.”

“Whatever makes you happy.” With her job done, she got off the bed and left, unaware that she was speaking figuratively.

About an hour later, Applejack came into Big Mac’s room without knocking or otherwise giving a warning. “Hello,” he managed to say before Applejack pulled him out of the chair and lied on top of him.

“We can have sex now,” she said.

“Do you mean—”

“No.”

“But—”

“Are we having sex or not?”

“Sure, I just wish you wouldn’t rape me.”

“That’s whah Ah just asked. You’re so sensitive.”

One sex later, all was well. Applejack went back to her room, Big Mac resumed what he was doing, and everything would be fine until the next morning. Next Chapter: Chapter 53: The Next Day at School Estimated time remaining: 14 Hours, 7 Minutes