Wow. It's been a long day, Journal.

After a light snack, Princess Cadance fixed my makeup and re-lubed my ass plug. Then she took me down the hallway to another suite.

"Enjoy yourself, Twilight. Just know this is your last chance. Don't fight us any longer," she begged. "I know you want to give in. We'll take you to see Celestia once you've lost your marbles."

"I can't imagine why I would resist at this point," I admitted. "I'd say 'let's just get this over with' but I've been looking forward to meeting AJ again. If she's truly on board with you, I'll let her break me."

Cadance smiled. "Good cunt. We'll prove Luna's 'source' wrong," she said, then kissed my cheek. "Have fun." She opened the door, ushered me in, then shut and locked it behind me.

Inside the room, Applejack was laying on the floor beside a very large bed. She had on a new kind of copper shoes with a mesh on the bottom, a copper collar, and copper earrings. She stood up and walked over to me, and we embraced.

"I'm so glad you're okay," she whispered, hugging me tightly. I relaxed into her legs and nuzzled back at her neck.

"Me too," I said. I broke the hug and pulled back, then looked her eye to eye.

"That makeup looks silly on you, Twi," she said with a grin. "Maybe fetish-pretty, but you're so buckin' beautiful without it."

I blushed. "I don't see it," I said.

"I know, darlin'. I know." Applejack pulled me up to the bed, lifted me with her forelegs and placed me down, then climbed up beside me.

"So they got you, I guess?" I asked.

She nodded. "Sure did. Took 'em a while, though. You know how stubborn this mare can be, but my whole family was pullin' for me, and I can't fight family. And now I'm happier'n a pig in slop." She cuddled me close. "I want you to break, hon. It won't hurt none and we can finally move on to bigger and better things. Are you ready to play nice?"

I sighed, and nodded back. "I guess I am," I said. "I'm scared, AJ. It's no excuse, I know, but all these changes..."

"Yeah, they're goin' too fast. We all love each other, though, so we'll figure it out okay as we go," she said. "I know this ain't helpin, by the way, but I'm powerful horny right now."

I chuckled. "I'm a more than a little horny myself. I'd probably be horny even without the stupid cuff on my horn," I said. "I'm mostly relieved to see you, but feeling myself in your legs is taking me back to that night we spent together. I know you were just a victim of the vampony curse, but it meant something to me."

"It meant somethin' to me too, sugarcube." Applejack lifted my chin with a hoof and looked at me with watery eyes. "Now I got whole worlds of pleasure to show you, if'n you'll let me."

I could detect an odd scent, like sweat, even though Applejack was freshly washed and her mane shampoo smelled like lilacs. Then I noticed what looked like thick, stubby twigs sticking out from the inside of each leg.

"AJ? Are those your chestnuts?" I asked, staring at them.

"Heh, thought you might notice those. Yeah, I ain't cut 'em in a couple weeks now, and I've been careful not to rub them off neither," she said, lifting one leg to my face.

The calloused skin of the small spot on the inside of her leg vaguely resembled rough tree bark, and it had a strong, earthen, horsey smell to it. I'd never looked at a chestnut this close up, and I'd never seen one this large. Unicorns don't get them, and pegasi only have them on the rear legs. Since becoming a pegacorn, I've kept the chestnuts on my rear legs sanded down on a daily basis, even here in captivity.

"Is it... pheromonal?" I asked, feeling my nostrils flare. "I never believed in pheromones, but some of the scents I've encountered lately have changed my mind. Something Princess Celestia covered up, sadly."

"You like it? Smells like workhorse to me, nice and personal." Without asking, she rubbed the chestnut skin against the side of my muzzle, spreading her scent on me. "They look awful unkempt like this. Maybe Master'll force me to rub 'em all over Rarity's face just to watch her squirm." She grinned evilly.

"Anything that smells like Applejack is a good thing," I said, leaning back up to kiss her on the lips. We locked tongues briefly.

"You're sweeter than pie," she whispered. "Lemme show you somethin' else special. Help me take off my shoes. They're unlocked."

I helped AJ remove her shoes, and we set them beside the bed. Something was definitely wrong with her hooves. Her frogs were swollen so large they extended past the nail of the hoof! They looked almost like smooth, puffy vulvas.

"Dear Celestia, AJ! What happened to your frogs?" I said, gasping. "You can't kick trees like that!"

"Hush, darlin'. That's what the shoes are for, and they work just fine. But now, without the shoes, my hooves are for sex only. Go on, touch 'em. Just be real careful about it, 'cause they're more sensitive than a pregnant cow's udder."

I gently touched the soft, puffy surface of her frog. Applejack winced and shivered as though I were hoofing her vagina. "What did they do to you?" I whispered aloud.

"It's a permanent treatment," she said, panting softly. "Turns the hooves of an earth pony into fuck toys. I could orgasm just by rubbing one of these up against your pretty cunt," she revealed. "When you finally go full alicorn, we'll do you up too. I'd love to show you what a hoofgasm feels like."

Something stirred within my loins. I pulled her leg up and kissed her right on the chestnut. It was surprisingly a bit oily, and tasted like salt and horse. It wasn't pleasant, but I licked my lips nonetheless and felt a strange arousal hit me. Moving back up to the hoof, I gently kissed her frog and dipped my tongue into the cleft. Her body jerked and spasmed. It was all I could do to keep her hoof from kicking me in the face.

"F-fuck, Twi. Eat my hoofpussies," she whined. "P-please."

Her frog had a distinct odor and flavor to it, even though it was clean. Hooves smell from bacteria (mostly the inside of the wall), which is disgusting—and I can't blame pheromones like I can with, say, Applejack's vulva or vagina. Nonetheless, there was something attractive about the scent. I don't know whether it was perversion or insanity but I inhaled deeply and relished the tanginess.

Is this supposed to be erotic? There's no evolutionary reason somepony would be attracted to hooves, yet Applejack's hoof is closer to a vulva than I'd ever been, and it was an intimate part of her body. I think I'm falling in love with every part of her, Journal. I don't know whether I should be proud or terrified.

I took her other forehoof in my hooves and stroked the soft flesh of one frog as I tongued against her other frog. It wasn't long before she screamed and sprayed onto the bedcovers.

"Mercy! No more," she gasped. "C-cool down."

I released her hooves and held her in my legs, and she immediately locked lips with me anew. Her long tongue tickled my tonsils. (Well, not really—I had my tonsils and adenoids surgically removed when I was five years old. But you get the picture.) We kissed for what seemed like several minutes, then we broke free and she smiled at me as she gingerly wiped her hooves against the bed.

"My turn, I take it?" I said, biting furtively at my lip.

"You don't sound excited, hon." She caressed my cheek with the back of a hoof. There was concern behind her eyes.

"I'm still waiting to be broken," I said. "I guess the nerves will be there until it's finally too late for me."

"Well, we got one of them stone thingies under the bed. I could watch your noodle melt while I shove my hoof up that darlin' cunt of yours. Wouldn't that be a nice way to go?"

I felt a pleasurable throb from deep within my vagina. "Y-yeah. I'd like to hold off on it a little, though. I miss just talking with you, to be honest."

"No worries. Besides, they gave us a couple other distractions we could try out," she said, and pointed at the nightstand. There were two very small glass vials there labeled with the 'male' symbol, and two wine glasses with a bottle of wine on ice. "The wine's got somethin' special in it for later, but I wanna see what happens when you chug one of them little drinks first."

I reached over and picked up a vial, which contained a tiny dose of blue liquid—hardly a mouthful. "A potion? Male hormones?" I asked.

"Somethin' like that. You don't want me to give away the surprise, do ya?" She winked at me, as though I weren't already disarmed by her smile.

I smiled weakly. "I trust you," I said, then uncorked the little vial and downed the contents in one gulp. It tasted like blueberries and soap, not a pleasant combination, but it went down easily enough. Almost immediately I felt a warmth in my groin.

"Oh my gosh. It is male hormones, isn't it?" I said, shifting how I lay to spread my hind legs.

"Better," said Applejack, with a smile too wide to be simply friendly. "Lie face up on the floor so your nethers are pointin' up."

I quickly obeyed, then watched in a mixture of shock and horror as the flesh between my legs shifted. Something inside me was pushing downward, and my labia fused together except for the tip which began to elongate up toward my teats.

"This is impossible," I said, my legs twitching. "There's no way to change a pony's physical sex!"

"Apparently there is," said Applejack. "Just enjoy it, sugarcube."

My gonads filled out the fused labia, forming a large scrotum taut with new testicles inside, instantly pumping testosterone into my bloodstream. My clitoris—now a penis—emerged from my sheath, which sat nestled between my teats. My teats had shrunk a little but were still present, oddly enough.

Then I felt a surge of overwhelming pleasure and desire from the hormones, and I barely kept myself from screaming.

"This... this is impossible," I gasped, my new male genitals fully developed. My penis was beginning to emerge from its sheath, hard and thick.

"Again, darlin', I know you ain't slow on the uptake, but clearly—"

"I know Celestia lied, that's not what I mean! I mean that vial did more than turn me into a stallion—"

"A mare with a tallywacker, you mean," interrupted Applejack, "instead of a hoo-hah."

"Okay, not that I see the difference, but I think that vial contained vampony blood, Applejack! There's no way this... incredible arousal... could be normal for a stallion!" I said. "They'd never be able to get anything done in a day!" My cock visibly pulsed against my belly, and I had to lie as still as possible to avoid setting it off. It was like having a small part of my body made entirely out of a solid version of methyl ethyl ketone peroxide!

Applejack laughed. "You have no idea what stallions gotta put up with, do you hon?" Then she saw my expression of what must have been horror, and her face softened. "Darlin', welcome to bein' a boy. You don't get to decide when you wanna be horny no more. You just gotta find ways to deal with it." She sidled up next to me and placed a leg behind my neck, careful so as not to touch my engorged member.

"Help me?" I gasped.

"Well, that's easy enough," she said. "I betcha gotta hair trigger on that thing there between your pretty little tits."

Applejack leaned down and licked the head of my cock with the flat of her ribbony vampony tongue, and I literally saw stars.

I came, hard, but I don't remember the next few seconds.

Afterwards, my friend was gently pressing beneath my ballsac, milking my prostate and pushing the fluid manually up the shaft of my penis to drool out onto my belly. My chest and neck were covered in disgusting goo, which she licked up with gusto, moaning all the while. I was near catatonic, so I didn't respond to any of this. Eventually she gave me a deep kiss, and I tasted the bleachy flavor of my own semen—really nasty, but I suppose it's an acquired taste. Even though it tasted awful it still felt naughty sampling my own flavor through AJ's lips.

Eventually I was able to speak again. "What... the buck... was that," I said, gasping.

"That there was a regular-type cockgasm, darlin'. You like?" Applejack wiggled her eyebrows in a silly fashion.

"I don't know," I said, in full honesty. "I feel a little nauseated, and there's pleasure crawling through my skin, but terrible guilt that overwhelms it."

Applejack sighed and nodded. "It ain't easy gettin' used to bein' a big boy. Master told me stories of how rough it was when he first started havin' emissions. He hated it for a solid month, until he started gettin' into a rhythm, and even then he was mighty embarrassed. You gotta be brave to accept sex as a stallion."

I shuddered as my freshly tongue-cleaned penis (it feels so weird writing "my penis") slowly softened against my belly. "I can't imagine. I didn't realize it could feel like this," I said. "But it's clear this isn't the vampony curse. I feel awful inside, and I haven't seen evidence of that kind of guilt from anyvamp so far."

Then AJ grinned at me. "Straight up. Y'know, there's a simple cure to gettin' rid of that bad feelin' forever. And it comes with a big pile of rewards, to boot."

"Guilt is useful, AJ—" I began.

"I know it is, hon," she said, interrupting me with a bulbous hoof to my lips. "We're only gonna rip out the useless kind of guilt from that precious little noodle between your ears. You'll never miss it, I can promise you that much."

Staring down at her hoof, I realized the puffy surface reminded me even more of the head of a pony's cock than it did a vulva. I hadn't recognized it at first because I was still so unfamiliar with penises, but it resembled my own cockhead where it lay on my belly... only much larger and more imposing. (It's kind of ironic, really. I always used to imagine penises being as large and thick as hooves, but they're actually quite reasonably sized. I suspect it might not even hurt to take one in the anus, provided you take precautions. But I guess that's why I have this plug up my ass, because my brother is larger than the average stallion, and I think my ass belongs to him. No, wait, I mean I think he thinks that. Not me... um... yet.)

"What now?" I ask her, feeling nervous as the uncomfortable icky feeling finally begins to fade.

"Now you ain't got no hair trigger no more, so I can tease you somethin' fierce. Maybe we'll put that someplace more interesting than just a tap to the tongue," she whispered in my ear. "I bet your next kaboom gets even bigger." She winked at me, setting my heart aflutter.

"W-what do you mean?" I asked, my eyes widening. "You don't want me to, put it, um..."

"Wherever you want, hon. Though I wanna save my cherry for Master. He was gonna take it right in front of you once you're a good broken bitch," she said, turning around and setting her rump in my face. Applejack pulled her labia apart, and I could see that past her vestibule was a horseshoe-shaped hymen. I could immediately smell her vulva and vagina, and for a brief moment it turned my stomach, but I quickly acclimated to it.

"You're a virgin?!" I said, with a gasp. "But... but you said you were experienced, didn't you?"

AJ chuckled. "I ain't no virgin, I just never had my cherry popped," she explained. "There's lots of sex you can do without losin' your maidenhead. I've given plenty of head, did me some hot-doggin', hoofjobs, lezzed out with Dash and even Rares one time, teased cocks with my nook... Tartarus, I even took it up the butt once, though that wasn't much fun. I didn't know what I was doin' back then. Now I'm currently in trainin' to get assfucked, just like a good cunt. Just like you, I mean."

"I don't know what some of that is," I murmured meekly. "But, I, um... you want me to do something with my penis?" Already I could feel a stirring within it as blood began to pump back into the spongy mass. It hadn't even been five minutes! This wasn't just a part of my body, it was a part of my brain. It was most of my brain. This organ was tasked with my betrayal, a cluster of masses of tissues and juices that would never, ever listen to reason. I belonged to that stiff pecker; to those round, firm balls; to that tensing prostate rousing me back to a need borne by desperation. I realized fully that I was going to do whatever it told me to, and it terrified me. I had no will whatsoever to fight either the pleasure coursing through my re-hardening dick or my friend's lustful temptations.

And I really, really, really love Applejack, Journal. I now know that I mean that statement in every sense of the word "love", including the sense you use for a favorite food, like hayfries.

Well, this was the end, I thought, staring into that drooling abyss of pink flesh, despite much of it temporarily blocked off by a thin, curved sheet of flesh (which I could tell was holding back a lake of moisture that hadn't yet trickled over the spillway). I knew (and I know) Twilight Sparkle isn't going to exist for very much longer. Princess Luna was simply misinformed: my future as Toilet Spunkhole was neigh. I was ready to welcome it, not because I had no choice, but because I wanted no choice... I wanted the absence of choice with every fiber of my body and what little (even with my marbles remaining) remained of my stupidly rational brain. I still do, even after what you're about to read next.

Applejack turned back around and leaned in close. "So. What do you wanna do?" she whispered up against my lips.

"I w-want to be your plowhorse, Applejack," I said, stunned as the words exited my filthy mouth. I hadn't even thought them. They just appeared, like a cheap illusionist trick (no offense to The Great and Powerful Trixie—I really hope she's okay, whatever became of her, but I'm sure she and Braeburn Apple will have their fangs soon—and I'm ashamed to admit that gives me a deep and satisfying thrill... but it does).

She smiled gently. "Well, you could fuck my ass," she said casually as anything, "but it will take a bit of work to open up my pucker. You could fuck my face and throat if you want, but to be honest I'd probably end up doing more of the fuckin' than you. Or... you could just fuck my pussy without poppin' me." Her eyes widened like a crazed madmare.

"F-fuck... without breaking your hymen?" I said. "How is that possible?"

"Just don't go past the nook, that's all," she said.

"Oh, you mean the vestibule. I was looking at it just now, it's bigger than I imagined it would be... I'm still not used to hoofing myself, and now that Dash, um, ate me..." I said, blushing. "I've never looked this closely at the interior of a horse vulva before now. It looks like it could hold the whole head of my, um, my cock, and maybe a little more. But how would I keep from going any further?"

"You'd have to push pretty hard to pop me open, so if you don't mount, it probably ain't gonna happen. It wouldn't be the end of the world if it did, but I kinda want you to watch Master pop me up close. Seein' his incestuous cock poppin' me open like a little filly... my sweet blood leakin' out for you to suck up as you kiss his pecker and let your long tongue slip in beside it... you'll be one of us by then, you see. I want you to be a part of the experience as he blows me open all permanent-like, so you can feel the same submission to Master's will that I get to."

"Shit," I whispered. "I, wow. That should be disgusting, but it's really hot. You vamponies have already perverted my mind beyond any rational thought." I sighed, resigned to my fate. You can't unpickle a pickle, and my brain was already as fermented as oversaturated sauerkraut.

"Mmm. But y'all could still beat him to the punch if'n you want," she said, an evil-looking fangy grin spreading across her muzzle. "He never said I couldn't get in the family way; he just said he wants to bust my cunt open wider than Ponyville Dam. You could splash me, and who knows? Maybe the dice will roll in your favor..."

I blinked a few times. "I don't understand. What are you talking about?" (Now that I have time to reflect, I think I did understand, at least subconsciously: my heart started pounding faster than a cloudhammer.)

"Well, maybe I'll tell you once you're on the edge," she said, with yet another flirty wink (she's been doing a lot of that, but it still gets me every time). "Or maybe I'll just let you sort that one out on your own." Applejack turned one-eighty degrees again and lifted her rump in my face. I saw her clit pulse out into view with a brief throbbing wink, and I swallowed an empty mouth of air. "Just relax and do what I say. I ain't the best at this cause I'm no Lady—we don't think so yet, at any rate—but I don't mind directin' a friend to the way-things-oughta-be."

I nodded silently, and she turned her head back around, then stuck it between her legs so she could watch me upside down beneath her barrel. "You're not used to pussy, I know. So I'm not gonna ask you to eat me out like some starved varmint, but I at least wanna see you kiss my button, sugar lump. Get some of that apple juice on your lips, and just go on and deal with the taste. I believe you're strong enough to handle it by now. And if you're scared, just let that monster between your hind legs do all the thinkin' for you."

I nodded again, and leaned forward. At this point I realized her juices were dripping like a little bubbling cunt-creek, pooling first behind her wall, then into her vestibule, and finally dripping around her throbbing clit and drizzling onto my belly. Everything smelled like pussy now and I didn't even care. And it wasn't just pussy, it was Applejack. Maybe that's why I didn't care? This was her scent. There was something powerful and earthen and primal about it, and it was so personal that I wanted to make it a part of me, no matter how stomach-turning that might seem.

I honestly believe that it didn't matter whether or not I was horny. I did this because I wanted to do it, for her. Sure, my penis was throbbing and pushing me forwards, but all I truly wanted was to get closer to Applejack and my addled brain decided that this was the way to do it. Lips first, drinking from her slippery fuck-fountain (wow, okay, that sounds really lewd).

I'm almost afraid to admit this, but initially, my eyes kept being drawn to her puckered anus. It winked in front of me, flashing a little pink, and it was right then that I noticed just how bizarrely clean it was. Smooth, fresh, without blemish or remnants of fecal matter; though it did have a glossy sheen to the interior which I suspected was natural grease coming from the special skin glands around the anus which lubricate the passage in case of constipation or tight stools (or just in general, as for all I know it may have pheromonal qualities). It had a scent to it, a little but like feces, but not. I strongly suspect this was a personal flavor unique to AJ as well. (I was almost tempted to lean deeper into it and explore it, sick though that most certainly sounds, but my senses ended up being eclipsed by her cunt almost immediately thereafter. Further anal and ponut-based experimentations will need to wait.)

A little peck to the clit started things off. It was tangy, and I gasped once, but I licked the wetness from my lips. I winced a little at the tartness, but took a deep breath and calmed my nerves, then went in again. This time I kissed her flesh more firmly, and I felt it wink into my lips, like a tiny little cocktip kissing me back. It was hot—physically, I mean, it was very warm, almost providing a burning sensation, as I realized it was a little chilly in the room and my body was vampirically sucking the heat from her clitoris.

That seemed so appropriate. I wanted more.

I pushed my face up against her clit and began to lick. This spread the wetness over my muzzle and mere millimeters from my nostrils, coating me in her scent and flavor. I began to accept the river into my mouth where it mingled with my saliva and overpowered my senses. Part of me revulsed, but I could feel that part dying as I began to take pleasure in how my nervous system was becoming enmeshed with my friend—no, my lover—her body joining with mine, two physical forms becoming a single, connected unit. If she'd told me before this moment that being a... a dyke would provide as much of a bodily completion as heterosexual intercourse, I never would have believed her. (I mean, I'd have believed that she believed it, but you know what I mean.) In reality, the force between us was incredibly unifying. Being gay was every bit as much a miracle of biology as being straight.

I couldn't ignore it anymore. I was definitely bisexual, if not outright gay. I don't believe you can "turn gay" from experience, at least not generally, which left only one hypothesis: I was always this way, and it took training and personal intrusion by the vamponies to reveal the truth to me. Even if I changed my mind and decided to try to defeat the vamponies and restore the world to the way it had been before, there was something magical about sexual experimentation I had to admit had been missing from my life. It needed to be introduced into the lives of other ponies like me. Ponies needed to be shown sex in a positive way, guided into it even if they might be a little reluctant at first, for their own good...

Fuck. I can't possibly be defending what the vamponies have done to me, but I'm so happy this has happened with Applejack! Am I that far gone now? Will I feel this way about my parents soon? About Spike?

Dare I say... about Princess Celestia?

It's true. I want to make love to Princess Celestia. I'm so sorry, Princess. I know you're reading this right now in the totem copy in your mind, and I have no right to these feelings, but I still have them. I want to shove this cock right up your tight Princess asshole, just like that (well, assuming you're loose enough, I don't get off on the idea of hurting you in any way). I'm sure fucking your ass will feel more amazing than I can possibly imagine, partly from just the physical sensations of anal intercourse, but primarily because I sincerely love you and want to be with you in every possible way. Even that way.

Oh, fuck me... I actually feel this way. I think I've always felt this way... is that even possible? (Well, maybe not the cock-in-the-ass part, that's recent.)

Please, please forgive me for these impure thoughts, Celestia. I just... I just want to be close to you so badly, and even though you're kind of like my Mom, I...

Shit. That's making it even worse.

Forget it. I'll be civil when next we meet, whether I'm still on your side (somehow) or not. I just want you to know that I love you, and it's not just the hormones talking, although those are quite literally screaming at the moment. It's the fact that I've always held you on a pedestal, and I never thought a truly personal relationship with you was attainable... I was so blind, all these years! I'd be happy just to think of you as a friend. I want to be your friend, not just your faithful student. I want to be close to you.

But would I fuck you? Oh yes. Yes, I most definitely would do that thing. I would make you pisscum all over my face, or whatever it is that girls actually do because I still don't understand the mechanics exactly.

Crap, stop it Twilight, I have to stop this nonsense. Forget the previous seven paragraphs.

No. Don't forget them.

They're important.

Where was I? Ah, right.

AJ's very warm clit was pressed against my lips, and I was covered in her scent and immersed in her tangy taste as she dribbled and dripped past my lips along my gumline. It was about that point where I broke, and all the revulsion left my mind. I started pushing my nose deep into her "nook" and lapped my tongue around her clit, whining softly in pleasure. I felt her barrel bump my cock where it lay sandwiched between us, and I realized how vulnerable I was like this, lying on my back with her ass in my face.

"G-gonna cum if you don't stop that," cautioned Applejack, and then she pulled away from me.

I pouted with a soft, "Aww," but licked my lips and basked in the feeling in my mouth as my foul pussy-drenched breath assaulted my nostrils. Not that it mattered, mind you, as they were already coated in "apple juice". (Although that seems more appropriate for describing AJ's pee, because urine resembles apple cider quite a bit due to the common coloration and protein content which causes similar frothing. But I don't think I would like having my friend's pee in my mouth... but then again I'll bet vamponies do that disgusting nonsense too. Ugh, it's actually turning me on to think about it. I am so filthy. And that's turning me on as well, the idea itself of being a pervert? Dear Celestia. Wait, I really need to stop invoking her name in conjunction with disgusting sex acts. Is drinking piss really a sex act, anyway? Argh, stop, Twilight! Sorry Princess.)

Okay, um, back to the story.

Applejack grinned at me upside down (which still translated as a smile, which is rather interesting from an iconographic standpoint) and pursed her lips, blowing me a kiss. "Great job, Twily," she said, emphasizing my Brother's pet name... because I'm his property, naturally, and she wanted to remind me of this unalterable fact. "I'm so proud of you right now, I could spit. But I won't, because I'm about to send you on the ride of your life."

Applejack leaned her body away from me and she crouched down, tilting her rump to make contact between her drooling labia and the place where my cock firmly emerged from its sheath. I felt her flesh moistening my sheath and teats (or tits; is that naughtier?) as she slid along the length of my pole, covering me with her juices. Since she'd tilted upward, the contents being walled off by two embankments: 0) her "cherry" and 1) the base of her vestibule, the fluid which had accumulated at those points spilled forth, basically drenching my entire cock with her scent. Immediately it bounced upward and slapped wetly against her labia, a lewd "splap" sound emanating forth accompanied by a spray of pussy juice which almost hit me in the eyes.

"Oh, f-fuck," I gasped, unable to say anything non-profane in response to the show she was giving me.

"That's comin', Mister Sparkle," she teased (since she'd claimed I was a "mare with a tallywhacker" I think she still saw me as female—I still felt that way, despite the cock, oddly enough—but that touch of teasing did send a thrilling pulse of pleasure down my all-too masculine shaft), then met my stiff member in midair with her cuntlips. Slowly, she slid down the length of my pole with her labia, bottoming at the sheath and teats, then pressed firmly against it as she raised back up anew.

She perched her pussy at the tip of my shaft with all the skill of an acrobat, and her cunt began to "nibble" against the head of my cock, threatening to engulf it.

"I, I don't think I c-could, c-can keep myself f-from fucking," I stammered, my voice deep but soft.

"Just lay right there pretty boy. I'll do all the fuckin', and you won't have to keep squat," she ordered.

"Right, because you're doing the s-squatting," I joked, then grinned sheepishly.

Applejack laughed, and my heart did a flip. Her laughs are so bright, just like Celestia's mid-Summer Sun. Then her face grew serious, and she lipped the rim of her pussy over the top of my cockhead. I felt my ridge push against her folds, and gasped as it took purchase.

Applejack had taken my cock into her vestibule.

I felt heat radiating from all around the head of my penis, the soft, wet, pillowy flesh tensing and wiggling around it. The sensation was indescribable. I felt like I was becoming a part of her body. This was the reason for existence, I realized. This was love made manifest in physical form. Everything within me was demanding that I mate with this beautiful mare I called friend and lover, to thrust past that thin barrier and up her vagina, to squirt my colt cream up into her womb, to make her my significant other, Mother to my children, Wife to my... whatever it is that I had become.

"A-ay Jay," I whined. "I want t-to cum so badly, you have to pull off! I'm g-gonna squirt again!" With all my resolve, I lay there and allowed her to have control, but it wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. Letting her take the reigns had resulted in the most amazing experience of my life so far. There was no reason for me to do anything other than trust her with all my heart, and I did.

"That's the idea, ya silly dickmare," she said, and despite her face being upside down as she stared through her legs, I could tell her smile was wistful. "Don't it sound nice, cumming in my warm cunt? You can spray that jizz over my cherry and up into my vag. You don't even need to pop me, and you can still put me in the family way, if we get lucky enough. And I'm feelin' mighty lucky right now."

"The family way?" I said, mind reeling.

"Pregnant, hon. I'm talkin' about makin' babies with you, right here and now. Wouldn't that be nice?" she said, her voice equal parts soothing and lustful. "Plantin' your crops right up my unplowed hole, like a fancy little magic trick. Fuckin' my cooch so I get myself a nice round belly and swollen teats... so you and I got ourselves a little filly or colt or somethin' in between to rear up together."

"What?!" I said, nearly ejaculating right then and there. "But, I, we'd be..."

"Together forever, bound by responsibility to raise our baby," she said in a simple, matter-of-fact voice. "We'd raise her, fuck her, turn her, like good parents should. And you wouldn't be able to leave my side no more, not that you ever did before, but it's always nice to make things official-like." Her cunt clamped tightly around the knob of my cock, causing it to flare slightly.

"I, I w-want to marry y-you, but, I don't know what I w-want," I whimpered, twitching and pounding at the carpet with my forehooves, eyes shut tight.

"It's okay, darlin'. We'll have plenty of chances soon enough," she said, sounding just a little disappointed. Then I felt the tightness release, and the soft sensation that resumed around my knob threatened to make me cum—but quick as a flash, Applejack popped off of me and slammed her belly and tits flat against my cock, squishing it between the two of us.

I screamed, and I came so hard my extremities went numb.

Cum sprayed between our bodies like a cream-filled sponge cake. A thin jet of it squeezed out between AJ's tits and spattered my chin. I spasmed in place, whining and gritting my teeth as my entire body was wracked with pleasure and involuntary motion. It took at least ten seconds, which seemed like an eternity. Applejack grunted and sprayed my face with what appeared to be urine, and I coughed and sputtered as I squirmed helplessly beneath her extremely heavy earth pony body.

The next few moments were a blur, but then I was face-to-face with her as she sucked the cum from my chin and stuck it into my mouth with her tongue. I wasn't fazed by the taste this time, even though it was much stronger. I simply sucked back at her tongue and swallowed like a good little bitch. Our bodies were smeared with sex and sweat, and we kissed for what seemed like minutes. The guilt wasn't there this time. I loved her, and I trusted her, and my trust was not misplaced. This was wonderful. This was right. I couldn't deny any of it, no matter how much I wanted to.

"Let's take a little bath together," whispered Applejack, finally breaking the kiss. "They have a dee-lux style bathtub in here, and I think you could use a little coolin' off before we wrastle some more."

So we did just that. (And AJ washed off my silly makeup while we did.)

During the bath, the effects of the potion wore off (or maybe it was due to the bath, I'm not sure, but it was just water and soap) so my body returned to that of a normal mare's. I almost miss having a penis and balls, but it's nice to have a little mental control over my body again. For all I know, this might be the last opportunity I get for that.

I hesitate to mention this, but AJ leaned me out of the water at one point, removed my ass plug, and Prench-kissed my ponut. It was surprising and erotic, but mainly just weird. She asked me to do the same, but I was too nervous to try (despite my earlier temptation). I did lightly kiss her there, and I appreciated her scent again, but that was as far as it went. There was lube in the bathroom (of course) which she used to re-plug me afterwards.

After we dried off, I wrote this entry. I'm not sure what to expect next, but I'm probably about to lose my brains entirely.

I'd like to say I'll miss them when they're gone, but the odds of that are evidently nanoscopic.