"I didn't say stop," Applejack demands.

Well...errr...not that you couldn't go for a little while longer, of course, but would Rarity be okay with that? After all, Applejack already finished - kind of. It's not really that surprising that she'd have a lot of stamina, given all the manual labor she does and the fact that she's an Earth pony. Pinkie did briefly mention that during that particular wild night some months ago. You glance in Rarity's direction to see her taking a short break from pleasing herself to assess things. Your questioning eyes meet hers. She looks over her orange friend and back to you a couple times and gives you an approving shrug.

Have you told your honey recently how awesome she was? You need to do that later.

With a coy little shrug of your own for the cowgirl, you reach up and grip onto her shoulders firmly. She grabs onto your wrists, ready for whatever you want to do next. Time to turn things up a bit.

You slide out just enough not to fall from her hole and aggressively slam back in. It's still rough for her, but she manages to suppress a sensual grunt - for the most part. Another pair of forceful crashes into her entrance with your entirety and she gets what you're up to. It was a wonder no one hear the loud pops from your flesh combining. With Rarity giggling in the background, also figuring things out, you flash Applejack a wry grin. She gives you one back.

There is no relenting in your pace. In turn, Applejack stops holding back her moans and gasps. Her whole body shakes with every violent, wet impact. After a minute or two of watching your cock be buried all the way inside her, the farmer's head collapses on the mattress. A hand comes free, moves up to her cheek and slides down her neck. In response, she takes your hand and brings it back up to her mouth to suck on a finger or two.

Rarity licks her lips at the succulent sight. As much as she may want to jump in and get involved too, this is Applejack's day. Your lady can have you whenever she wants. However, a naughty thought crosses her mind that she puts away for the moment. She figures Applejack had something to take care of business on lonely nights somewhere in her room, but she wasn't quite ready to search for it just yet. Her back was beginning to arch a bit too hard for her to be concerned about finding any battery-operated boyfriends that her orange friend may have lying around at the moment.

As Rarity bites her lips and digs her hoof into herself even harder, Applejack snags tightly onto your arm again. Her heaving gasps rise in volume and rapidity; she was cumming yet again. She really is quite the workhorse! Your own pace increases as a reward for not crushing you with her hind legs again. Eventually, she comes back down but her longing doesn't – even after firing off two rounds. Even Pinkie was ready to collapse after only one trip to paradise, so it can't simply be an Earth pony thing. Though considering how much physical labor the cowgirl does... Yeah, makes a lot of sense.

Not that that's a bad thing right now. You've still got some gas in the tank thanks to Rarity draining you pretty dry the last several days in a row. However, a new angle would be nice too. You pull out and spin your finger at your lover. Applejack gets the idea and flips onto her stomach, shifting her tail away and wiggling her impressively firm ass at you. If only you had a spare bit laying around at the moment, you could test a fun theory.

A mouth-watering idea comes to mind with the new temptation presented before you as Applejack gets comfortable, laying her head on folded forelegs. You grin devilishly at Rarity and wiggle your brow. A mix of surprise and mischief is returned. It's not likely that Applejack has done what you have in store for her – assuming she allows you to proceed once you get started – given how traditional you know she can be with some things. Still, even she'd probably admit that experimentation can be fun, and you have heard stories from Rainbow Dash about some of their nutty competitions and attempts to out-dare each other before. Not to mention the fact that you're with Rarity and being allowed to fuck another one of her closest friends without being eviscerated. A.J.'s traditionalism has been thrown out the window for a while now.

"C'mon now, don't keep a girl waitin'," Applejack eagerly commands.

Your first instinct feels natural to her when you grab hold of her dock and swing her tail up and along her back, even getting a giggle out of her. However, she doesn't notice you getting down on your knees.

A wave of brief and delightful surprise quickly washes over her when your fingers force their way inside her, poking and clawing away. You're unsure but ultimately unconcerned which was wetter – her mouth or her pussy. The slightest of glances against her throbbing clit sent spasms through her hind legs and a quiver to her lips. Her whines and whimpers were starting to making Rarity a bit jealous.

But now it was time to test the deeper waters. Applejack suddenly hoists herself up, stiff as a board, and let out her loudest gasp yet when your tongue makes slippery contact with her exit.

"H-hey now!"

You freeze up for a moment to let her take in the new sensation. She's not saying no. With a smirk, you get back to work, swirling the tip of your tongue around her sensitive hole, all the while continues to poke and prod at her pink pleasure center. She's too busy biting her lip and twitching as you slurp away to criticize or ask you to stop.

"Breathe, darling," Rarity speaks up. "You need to relax!"

"E-easy for you to say," the cowgirl hisses as she flops back onto her stomach.

"Mmmm, it is, isn't it?"

Trading a smirk for a sigh, Applejack smooshes her face into the mattress and tries to take her friend's advice with a deep breath. Bit by bit, her jerking and gasping soften up as she gradually gets used to the new, invasive sensation. Her pulse begins picking up. Keeping your fingers plunged inside her while your thumb gently rubs her button is certainly helping with that.

You throb as Applejack squirms and puckers up when your tongue hits the occasional sweet spot. It's almost as if she' subtly asking for more than just a tongue, and as much fun as tasting the sexy orange mare is, it's becoming more and more clear that you need to proceed. Hell, it's practically starting to hurt!

The fingers slide out and you get to your feet. Rarity's sultry smile cracks just a little bit wider.

"You let me know if it's too much, okay?" you say, guiding your tip up to her back door and knocking. She perks her head up, holding her breath, and gives you a nod.

"Oh, she can handle it. Applejack's the toughest mare in town!" your lady pipes up, which garners another glare.

After a brief laugh and a shake of the cowgirl's head, it's show time! As expected, there's resistance – she had never done such a taboo thing before – but after a moment, you manage to push on through, groaning a bit louder than you probably should. The absolute last thing you all need is for another family member to hear you and decide to investigate. A blue glow closes your lips and a white hoof silently shushes you.

A.J.'s fortunate she didn't bit her lip hard to enough to bleed it. She growls with every new inch you force inside her. It's slow going and incredibly tight – far tighter than Pinkie Pie or even Rarity ever was, but you don't want to hurt her. But Rarity was right; she could take it! She's got a reputation to maintain, even if nopony else ever finds out about all this – which they wouldn't! Soft breaths of mild relief leave her lungs when you gradually pull out, but thankfully, you're able to get just a bit deeper with each fresh, careful thrust.

It's an odd feeling for the cowgirl though not entirely unpleasant. Perhaps she could get used to it, assuming Rarity would allow another get-together like this in the future. You'd certainly be down for that too, especially after hearing Applejack mumble her approval under her breath more than once.

Several minutes and several plunges pass until your ultimate goal is achieved. It took plenty of wonderful work, but you can't go any farther in, pushing balls deep into her ass. You lean over her, balancing on a fist, and pull her face towards yours. Her wanton, hungry green eyes stare into yours. Grinning, you give your hips a triumphant little thrust, which makes the mare chuckle one solitary time. From the side, you hear Rarity hum in delight, still in the midst of pleasuring herself.

Pushing yourself back up, your grabby hand slides down her long, slender neck and back, eventually coming to rest alongside its counterpart, firmly gripping Applejack's toned butt. You remove most of your cock with utmost care and push back inside her nearly all the way again and again. Long, hushed moans are whispered as the mare lays her head back down on the bed, perfectly content with being impaled by your pulsing dick in a way she would never have imagined until that day.

The initial resistance was gone by now, and it wasn't long before sliding in and out of her asshole was a far simpler endeavor than before. You weren't going to go beyond a nice steady pace, however. Rarity could take a pounding without much difficulty, just like she did when this whole heat season thing started. Applejack wasn't there just yet no matter how much she'd likely try and convince you that she was. Besides, you were going to take your time and enjoy every minute of this!

Speaking of Rarity, you were admiring the view too much to notice her taking a short break to tap her chin and smirk devilishly. Something's come to mind, and she has a feeling she knows where to find her answer – assuming the answer was 'yes'. Even though Applejack never really had time to do the whole relationship thing, that likely didn't mean she never got any urges. You only notice that she had scooted across the bed by the time she's already hanging slightly over the edge, her horn aglow.

The cowgirl snaps between breaths when she hears the top drawer to her nightstand open, "Hey! What're you doin'?"

No reply comes, but after a second of rummaging, the answer Rarity was seeking doesn't either. She does, however, discover the treasure in the bottom drawer and smiles wide. A decently sized aquamarine phallus hovers in the air sparkling. Looks like it may be a little bigger than you. Applejack's face goes beet red. You even manage to stop mimicking a piston for a moment yourself.

"I figured I'd find something."

"Dammit, put that back!"

"Oh no, I've got plans for this. Though they might not be what you're thinking."

"A.J., considering what all we're doing here, I don't see what the big deal is," you add, giving her a quick jab as 'punishment'.

Sighing, the mare concedes. "Eh, I guess."

With an amused roll of your eyes and shake of your head, you get back to work while Applejack returns to trying not to moan too loudly. Rarity makes her way back down, dildo still in the air and gets comfortable again and slides it a few times down her throat. It doesn't take long before it's covered in a thick coat of spit.

"How does it taste?" you joke.

"No taste. But, it looks to be ready now."

However, instead of making its way toward's Rarity's promised land, she guides it down below and between your own legs, forcing you to briefly panic and stop. Thankfully, it doesn't poke aggressively at any place on your body. Whew! As much as you enjoyed doing such a thing to your girl – and to Pinkie and now A.J – you were a pitcher. You do feel a slight brushing up against the boys though. What was Rarity up to?

Oh...oh, shit! Something she enjoyed herself from time to time back home. In fact, something she had done more than once during her season these past few weeks, and now she was going to share that with Applejack too. How generous, indeed.

The toy's wet head easily slips inside Applejack's slit. She gasps and bites her lip. Another and another inch disappears until it's buried to the hilt, and her moans get loud enough to warrant her grabbing her pillow and burying her face into it.

She wasn't the only one who was going to have a hard time though. When your lady does this, it doesn't exactly take much after that for you either. It's suddenly turned into a race to the finish, you assumed, especially with vocal Applejack was becoming.

Your eyes meet with your honey's, and you shake your head. "Bad!" Her sexy grin was all she needed to say.

Off to the races it was then. Your firm thrusts were gone and increase in speed. Rarity takes command of the dildo and does her best to match your pace. Obscenities pour from the pillow as the farmer's nerves light up like a Hearth's Warming tree.

It was barely a couple minutes of double stuffing and A.J. felt it bubbling up again, much harder than before. She stiffens up and lets out a long, heaving groan that is mercifully muffled by the pillow. She twitches uncontrollably as she decorates her toy with her own juicy layer of natural lube.

"Oh, yeah," Rarity moans.

Seconds later, you're right behind her. Your cock starts to throb, but Applejack probably isn't quite ready for where you'd love to finish. Don't want to throw everything at once at the poor girl in a single night. Just as you're about to fire, you yank her tail out of the way, pull out and take aim at that round cheek of hers, giving Rarity a free show. The first warm stream flies, decorating her apple-icious cutie mark. A few more land on her back, and you make sure for the last bits to dribble onto her gaping exit for good measure. Applejack goes completely limp. You squeeze onto her clean side and give it a reassuring pat as you catch your breath.

Another ass conquered.

A gentle nudge from the light blue weapon as it leaves its host makes you move away. Definitely wetter than when it went in, no doubt about it. Rarity takes a closer look and is also pretty impressed. She gives you a warm smile as she hops off the bed. "Going to go grab a towel or two."

Not wanting to set such a messy piece down on the furniture, she brings it with it, still floating around in the air. The door is unlocked and she peeks outside, fortunately not spotting anyone. Better get going while the getting was good. She heads out and quietly closes the door behind her. The pipes speak up a few seconds later. Must be in the bathroom.

A.J. still really hadn't moved since you finished. You sit beside her as you wait and look at her frazzled mane. Doesn't look like any of your mess made it onto the sheets or anything. Her green eyes shift and meet yours. With a tired smile, she lazily reaches over for your hand and squeezes it as best a hoof can. You reciprocate and chuckle.

"So, you enjoy yourself?"

She hums and nods. As if she wasn't already sleepy enough when you stopped by in the first place.

The running water eventually turns off. A moment later, Rarity returns, one wet washcloth and one dry towel in tow. Looks like she was drying off the dildo. She finally puts it back and makes her way back to the two of you, deciding to clean you off first. The cold water is quite the jolt after such a heated affair. The clean towel feels nice though. You blow her a kiss and get one back once she's done. Lastly, she takes care of her friend. Applejack also perks up at the less-than-optimal temperature. May be because of the sensitive area too for all you know.

"Where's the laundry basket, dear? Should make sure these get washed soon."

"The bathroom, in the closet," the orange mare mumbles.

Nodding, Rarity heads right back out and puts the linens away. When she returns, your clothes make their way over to you and are set in your lap. Guess it was time to go.

Did Applejack just pout? Ah well. Shame you couldn't stay. Was still cute though.

As you get dressed, Rarity addresses her motionless girlfriend. "I assume you enjoyed yourself, darling?"

"Mmhmm."

"Wonderful! I have to say, it was rather enjoyable for me too. I almost wanted to join in, but this one belonged to you. Now, let this be a lesson that you shouldn't spy on other ponies through their window while they're making love on their dining room table. Deal?" she jokingly asks.

"I'll stop by again tomorrow," Applejack retorts.

Giggling, your lady climbs onto the bed one last time and gives her a peck on the cheek. "I'll keep an eye out."

As you both wave goodbye and head out, Applejack gradually sits up and sighs deeply, a relaxed, satisfied smile on her face. That was an eventful experience. An exhausting one too. She was in the middle of a nap when you showed up. She could get back to that. Doesn't sound or smell like dinner was being made yet either. Yeah, that sounds like a plan. Taking another deep breath, she replaces the pillow and crawls back under the covers. It wasn't long before she was utterly knocked out.

In the meantime, you and Rarity and made your way downstairs and past a still-snoring old mare. How in the world did she not hear anything? Well...she is old and her hearing probably wasn't the best, so, yeah. Big Macintosh was just getting in from putting the farming equipment away, half an eaten apple in hoof. You exchange quick pleasantries and are finally on the way home under the cool sunset.

The red stallion finishes his snack and wakes his grandmother. After gathering her bearings, she welcomes him home and heads to the kitchen to get started making chow. Big Mac, on the other hoof, heads upstairs to take a quick shower.

Now where was Applejack? She said she was going to snooze before dinner. Upon reaching her door, he opens it up and, sure enough, finds her out cold. He smiles and is about to leave her alone when an odd fragrance hits him. Strange that he didn't get a whiff of anything until now. Funny, it smells sort of like how the market has for the last few weeks, what with...

Wait. Why was it coming from Applejack? It's never been like that before since it doesn't work like that with family and all.

Hold on...Rarity and that bipedal friend of hers...

He blinks and blinks as ideas he doesn't want to think about flood his head. He spins around and looks toward the front door then darts back to his sister. Back and forth, back and forth. His muzzle scrunches up and he slowly closes the door.

Nnnope. He didn't want to know.

Four days had gone by since that wild time at the Apple farm. Things were mostly normal again with only a handful of mares still giving you sultry looks. Was a nice change of pace. The first night after fooling around with Applejack was a blast too. Seemed Rarity had been left wanting after watching you plow another one of her friends.

The following morning, your angel had requested you go pick up another book for her from Twilight's castle library on your way home from work. She was rather puzzled when you came home far later than she expected and without the book to boot. What was more concerning for the poor mare was the cold, dead look in your eyes.

The rest of the evening wasn't much better. You barely said a word in front of your cold dinner and barely ate any of it either. Rarity tried to get what was wrong out of you more than once but to no avail. Eh, maybe you just had a hard day at work or had to deal with a real pain in the ass customer. A good night's rest usually did the trick.

Unfortunately, it didn't work out quite so well as it usually did. It took forever for you to come to bed, and when the lovely mare tried to curl up with you, you just kept inching away and finally rolled over without looking at her. Not even a kiss goodnight! Well...okay. Were you mad at her about something? What in Equestria could it possibly be? Following suit, with a morose frown, she rolled over and went to sleep too. Maybe if she dreamt, she could ask Luna for some advice.

But, no advice came. Rarity had opened her eyes more than once and hadn't gotten much rest at all. Even worse, you didn't seem that much better in the morning. You were a touch more talkative, but never mentioned what was eating at you. After you had gone to work, in a rare move, the dressmaker closed up shop for a little while to take a midday nap. She did feel refreshed and invigorated after, but half the day had already disappeared by the time she woke.

When you came home, she tried to greet you as lovingly as she could. Maybe you just needed to be reminded how much she cared about you. Instead of appreciation, however, you ducked and dodged any advances, breaking her heart even further. The next day, she didn't bother to try as much as she wanted to. Whatever was upsetting you, you'd tell her about it, right? Eventually?

Finally, after yet another empty greeting after a long day of work, you actually holler at her. "Please, Rarity! Not now!" You instantly regret getting loud, but you just...how were you supposed to talk about it? It was far too...weird and...violate-y. Besides, Rarity would probably crucify her if you did.

This time, however, as hurt as Rarity was, she couldn't stay silent any longer. Scowling, she roars, "Sweetheart, I know something's been bothering you for the last few days. It'd be obvious to anypony! I've given you space so you could eventually talk about it on your own. I've been patient, I've been respectful, but I will not be yelled at for something I...don't think I did!"

You've fought before. The make-up sex was typically great. There likely wouldn't be any this time. She's right though. You have been pretty distant lately. But...well...maybe she was right. For what felt like the first time in days, a bit of emotion returns to your face. Looking away shamefully, you sit down on the couch in that large lobby. Your eyes meet only for you to glance away again.

Sighing, Rarity sits down beside you. It's hard to look at her after the way you've been acting. A hoof rests on your leg.

"Hon, please. What's going on?"

You bite you lip. "You're going to be mad."

"Why? What happened? I mean, I'm already a little mad at you–"

"It's not me you're going to be mad at."

"What? Who then?"

You start to noticeably fidget. "It's...well, she's one of your best friends and I don't want to see...y'know, at each others' throats or anything."

To your surprise, she chuckles. "Sweetie, we've argued before about some things. It's not that big a deal."

"I-I don't know about this one though."

"Oh, come now, you can tell me. I promise I won't be mad."

Sure, she says that now. That phrase is practically a death sentence, pony, human or otherwise. You bite your lip again and get nudged playfully for your trouble.

"Come on, tell me," Rarity requests.

No. No no no no nooooo.

She forces your face toward hers, annoyance at full capacity. "Tell me."

"Uh..."

Ponies could hear her down the block.

"She WHAT?!"