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|| WARNING! THIS SECTION CONTAINS FISTING, FUTA ON FUTA ANAL SEX AND AT A PAIR OF IMPOSSIBLE CUMSHOTS!||
 
@gasmaskangel  
Again Rarity took the mare’s boot in both hand, the black leather now how a low white streak down it from mid calf to cruelly spiked heel, where it had expanded.
 
The cum was still warm against the dressmakers tongue as she licked the boot clean, and Applejack watched with an impassive face.
 
AJ had a well deserved reputation for integrity and so it always shocked ponies how good her poker face was. She always came out ahead when the girls got together for a hand or six of cards, though only because Pinkie Pie was officially banned from playing any games of chance by town ordinance on account of the riots.
 
Inside her own head she gazed down in utterly shocked amazement at her mare friend. Applejack would be the first to admit that she didn’t have much of an imagination, she’d never much needed one. Apples were always apples and it didn’t take much creativity to run a farm, save when it was time to pay the bills, and so even though she had settled neatly into the dominant role to Rarity’s submissive the escalation was always the dressmaker’s idea.
 
Early on they’d decided that barring the occasional need to switch things up, AJ would be on top. The kinkiest thing she’d ever come up with was the idea of putting her rope skills to use, but the dressmaker’s mind was fertile ground for all sorts of perversion.
 
Rarity looked up at her, blue eyes shining and alive with the sort of mad lust that degradation inspired in her, looking for approval. Applejack inspected the boot as if she had the faintest idea what to look for beyond white sticky stuff, of which there was not a drop and gave an approving nod.
 
“Good girl, now the rest of it,” she said, doing her best to sound bored.
 
On all fours, the dressmaker lowered herself till the tips of her gorgeous breasts where touching the spilled seed which had made a large puddle. She lapped at it like an animal cleaning itself and AJ crouched beside her. She reached out and stroked a hand down the mare’s back to her tail.
 
It was often hard for the farmer to keep her hands off the mare. Rarity’s coat was like fine satin, her mane and tail like silk.
 
She let her hands creep over the undoubtedly sore rump and contemplated giving her mare friend another long spanking for making a mess.
 
The spanking fetish had been a bit of an odd discovery for Applejack, who had no tendencies towards masochism herself. She had simply given Rarity a friendly slap on the rump one day after the dressmaker had pitched in at the farm, and the next thing she knew the mare had practically dragged her into the barn and started tearing their clothes off.
 
AJ squeezed the tender flesh in both hands and heard Rarity moan. She gently pushed the plush cheeks apart for a better look at the mare’s winking backdoor.
 
There was, Rarity had found, a way to keep both stallion and marehood, but they’d elected to go with the spell that replaced the one with the other.
 
Applejack leaned in close, let the dressmaker feel her hot breath on the puckered entrance and felt her shiver in anticipation. She planted a single soft kiss on the hole and then gave a long loving lick that started at the balls and swirled deliciously around the entrance.
 
Rarity shook, her arms gave out and she slumped into the puddle of ejaculate which was now cold and sticky as her mare friend tormented her sensitive anus.
 
She absolutely adored how nasty Applejack was willing to go, how the mare indulged her every depraved fantasy with only the smallest of direction. The farmer’s hand wrapped around her still stiff cock and began to milk her.
 
“M-mistress…” she moaned.
 
“Hmmm?”
 
“Should w-we,” she gasped as Applejack’s probing tongue finally penetrated her, hot wet warmth sliding inside, “s-should we adjourn to the bed for this?”
 
AJ leaned back and licked her lips.
 
“Maybe,” she ran her thumb teasingly across Rarity’s backdoor, “but you’ve still got that mess to clean up, an since you’re takin’ your sweet time about it I figure I might as well have some fun.”
 
“Understood, mistress,” the dressmaker purred as AJ pushed her thumb into her.
 
“You’re getting damned good at taking things up here,” the farmer said, “get a lot of practice do you?”
 
“All that I can, mistress.”
 
“Good, tell ya what,” Applejack patted Rarity’s sore rump, “you keep lickin’ your jizz up like a good girl and I’ll give you a reward.”
 
She stood up and grinned down at Rarity who had resumed dragging her tongue through the cool, sticky slime.
 
That was one of those happy accidents they’d found after using the spell, both mare’s quite enjoyed cum.
 
In the wardrobe where she’d found the boots she soon found what she was looking for in a small collection of brown shoe boxes. She gathered things up and returned to her lover.
 
Rarity raised her backside up a bit at the sound of her approached and it was tempting for AJ to just rutt her there on the floor.
 
The thought was certainly appealing, and AJ knew that if she voiced it Rarity would be eager to do so.
 
However it did not seem quite right to her. She fully intended to feel those tight walls around her cock and hear the dressmaker crying out as orgasm after orgasm washed over her, but that had to be built to, and preferably done on the bed.
 
Instead she set down the bottle of lube where Rarity could see it and bent forward to plant the first of many kisses on the mare’s battered backside.
 
That was important to Applejack. She caressed and kissed softly each cheek, the base of her mare friend’s tail, her anus, her balls, her shaft, the inside of each thigh and finally she drew Rarity up from the floor so that her back pressed against AJ’s chest and kissed her as warmly and passionately as she could.
 
They spent a long moment like that. The farmer wrapped strong arms around her lady love, not caring a fig for the cold stickiness and for a time there was nothing else in the world for the two mares but each other.
 
All the other stuff was just theater, a little drama that Rarity put on for her but this was what Applejack lived for, what she ached for.
 
When they parted she picked up the dressmaker like a child.
 
“What about the mess, mistress?” Rarity said, refusing to break character.
 
“I’ll mop it up when we’re done,” AJ growled and kissed Rarity before setting her on the end of the bed, “we’ve got better things to do just now.”
 
The dressmaker was good at rolling with things, and turned around so that her knees were on the floor while the top part of her rested on the bed.
 
She felt Applejack’s hands on her hips again and made a contented little moaning sound as again she felt hot breath on her backside, heard a cork pop and a moment later her love’s lips and tongue again working over her most sensitive and secret parts.
 
Applejack considered the bottle of lube as she bathed Rarity’s ass with her tongue. It was a concoction of Twilight’s that she’d gotten the Princess to make on the quiet and was infused with magic. It seemed to shimmer in the candle light.
 
The stuff helped proceedings immensely, making any orifice to which it was applied not only slick but considerably more stretchy than normal.
 
She poured a little on two fingers and dabbed at the dressmaker’s backdoor, smiling at the way the mare still gasped like a virgin to the touch.
 
First Applejack smeared the warm, pleasantly tingling lube around her mare friend’s entrance in slow circles while planting soft kisses on the tender flesh of a buttock.
 
An inward press was met with little resistance but rather an almost greedy suck at her digits, Rarity moaning as they slid inside her.
 
AJ added more lube and pressed again, this time three fingers entered Rarity at their full length, stroking and rubbing the smooth, warm inner walls and pressing against that certain special spot that feels so very lovely to anyone with a cock.
 
Her free hand reached for the dressmaker’s member, and with the lightest of touches teased along its shiny black length.
 
Four fingers now and Rarity was cooing and moaning in the pleasure of AJ filling her, stretching her. She knew was coming.
 
Thumb was added, Applejack’s whole hand now covered in slick, slimy lubricant and soon it disappeared into the dressmaker up to the wrist.
 
The farmer could feel Rarity clenching around her, trying desperately to pull more of her arm inside where everything was warm and tight and wonderful.
 
She took her time sliding her hand out, letting Rarity feel every inch. The farmer watched as if hypnotized as her love’s seemingly delicate anus stretched around her and smiled.
 
It was a point in their love life that during these sorts of sessions Applejack did not at any point let Rarity know which sex toys would be used on her.
 
The dressmaker had made most herself, or at least enchanted them all herself. Given that the mare did not, to AJ’s knowledge have a forge secreted somewhere on the premises it struck her as unlikely that she’d made the glittering golden rings with the clever little latch.
 
She placed the first at the base of Rarity’s turgid stallionhood and the second it was against the warm flesh the thing slid closed and seemed to tighten so that the black length bulged around it. Its twin repeated the process around the mare’s sack and the dressmaker’s breathing began to come rough and hard.
 
The magic in the rings would keep her from orgasming until AJ gave permission. They would also heighten ever sensation and sure enough Applejack soon watched her mare friend begin to writhe against the bed, rubbing her desperate, needy cock against the soft sheets while moaning.
 
Applejack grinned and squeezed her love’s buttocks.
 
“That should keep you from makin any trouble,” she rumbled, “if you’re a good girl I’ll take them off, if not I’ll make you wear them till sunday.”
 
Rarity ceased her fidgeting, though her breath still came with hungry moans.
 
The next toy was a long, rubbery cock, one of the first they’d used together. Applejack stroked it over her mare friend’s backside, and like the rings the contact made the thing activate. It stopped being loose and wobbly and became hard and rigid, growing as warm in Applejack’s hand as her own stallionhood.
 
The flared head began to leak thick white goo. Soon it would be spurting the stuff. It smelled of vanilla.
 
AJ pressed the fake glans against Rarity’s back door and slowly pushed it into her, an inch at a time as the thing pulsed. It ended at a set of rubber testicles which almost resembled the real things except blue and made of rubber.
 
On the bed Rarity was panting, her mouth open and tongue lolling out. Applejack gave her backside a firm smack and she dragged herself onto the bed, whimpering and desperate. As soon as she could her hand snaked between her legs to stroke and fondle her maleness, the cock rings and the dildo in her ass making it hard to think about anything but orgasming and Applejack and cumming and Applejack, and also Applejack but it was hard to think about her when you were thinking about Applejack.
 
She arched her back and moaned as she felt the mare’s hot mouth close over the end of her cock.
 
The farmer sucked and licked and stroked and all too soon left the dressmaker’s member to climb over her and take a long, loving lick up her smooth white belly.
 
Rarity opened her eyes and looked down as she felt her love cup a breast in one hand and begin to suck and lick and nibble at the other. Applejack caught her gaze and looked up, eyes alight with the same fire that possessed the dressmaker. Soon their mouths met and the lovers were thrusting numbly against one another, each seemed almost to be trying to merge physically with the other.
 
AJ sat pinning Rarity to the bed and growled, “I need you inside of me, now.”
 
“D-dry?” the dressmaker sputtered through the haze of lust.
 
Applejack realed back and nearly fell off the bed. She came back up with the bottle of lube which she simply tipped up over Rarity’s cock, letting the stuff rain down on it to run down the length in slow slimy rivers.
 
The two fumbled as the farmer cast aside the now empty bottle, both trying to aim the dressmaker’s cock at the tight entrance of AJ’s ass.
 
Rarity thrust up and Applejack sat down, impaling herself and letting out a sound that could only be described as a roar.
 
Thick and hot and pulsing with pure need it filled her, and for both mares the moment was pure bliss.
 
AJ was like a vice, squeezing and clenching around Rarity who found herself desperately rutting up the few inches she had to work with, her flared glans rasping beautifully inside of her mare friend.
 
She rose up a little and slammed down again, meeting the dressmaker’s hips coming the other way. Her own cock bobbing freely and so hard that it hurt slapped down between the mare’s perfect breasts trailing precum.
 
Applejack was bent over, her teeth clenched and ripe breasts dangling before the awed Rarity. Rather that slamming up and down she began to rutt herself forward, at once fucking herself on the dressmaker’s cock and pushing her own in between those beautiful bosoms.
 
Lost in a haze of lust and pleasure as she was, it took Rarity a moment to think of pushing her own breasts together, allowing Applejack to fuck them as she was herself fucked.
 
“Y-you’re so tight mistress!” she gasped, but the farmer was insensate to words, lost in a heaven of fullness and friction and a soft white coat. To her all things were heat and love and an undying, forever bright pressure that had filled her utterly.
 
It would happen soon, and when it did she needed to be able to say one word.
 
Already her head was filled with silvery light, flickers of numbing, tingling pleasure accompanied by a feeling of gathering pressure.
 
Beneath her Rarity was rapidly feeling her mind melt beneath wave after wave of the same.
 
“RELEASE!” Applejack snarled as her orgasm broke and Rarity answered the cry with an inarticulate scream of pure ecstasy as the rings dropped from cock and balls to the bed and both mare’s erupted at once.
 
AJ’s orgasm hit the dressmaker square in the face, rope after rope of hot cum splashing against her, sometimes by pure luck hitting her mouth where it was immediately swallowed down and leaving trails across her chest. It caught in her hair, rolled down her cheek and covered one eye which had been squeezed shut to avoid the problems associated but it was nothing compared to pent up volcano of Rarity’s ejactulation.
 
Load after load after load was pumped in Applejack’s backdoor, filling her to capacity and beyond so that molten cum broke the tight seal between anus and cock and squirted out around the penetrating shaft.
 
AJ rolled off the thing because it was either that or explode and watched as Rarity’s cum rained down like an obscene fountain.
 
She took advantage of the moment to recover. For any other couple this would be it for the night, but Applejack was still rock hard and filled with fire, still hungry for her love. She snatched up the fallen cock rings and waited till Rarity’s orgasm finally died down to weak spurts, the mare now drenched in a mix of her own and Applejack’s cum.
 
They clicked back into place around cock and balls easily and the farmer felt a satisfied grin spread across her face.
 
I intend to keep going with this at least a little ways longer. Hope you all enjoyed what I have so far! Eventually it will be edited for more than the more overt grammar and spelling errors and posted on fimfiction, but for now it is for you lovely people here on the booru.

@jjtheduder  
And more you shall have!

 
Can’t wait for more!

@dclzexon  
I intend to.

@Princess♠Molestia  
Someone needs a hug….

@Bryon
 

@Princess♠Molestia
 
No, so it means you got a lot of issues or just love that kind of scenario, Princess.

I think a fic where Nightmare Moon returns and finds herself in Fallout Equestria or just a post apocalyptic Equestria would be neat. But unlike my previous suggestion like this where she’s the hero cause she has to be, this one, she’s the scourge she always was.
 
Without the mane 6 around and friendship pretty much dead, she turns it to night. And the rest is a futile attempt to stop as her, and possibly followers she gains, as she laughs at the ponies attempts to beat her. Also she learns about guns…and she likes em WAY too much.
 
 
Have I mentioned I like making a bad situation worse?

aaaaaaaaaaand off to a amazingly fappible start! already hitting my fetish points and making me wish to finish this pic sooner :3c
 
needs some editing and word changes here and there, but I havent enjoyed a fic so much in months.
 
Please continue this gassmask, I beg of you!

Well friends, I’m back with another big heaping helping of smut for you all because I love you.
 
This story is inspired by this image by the lovely and talented dclzexon.  

 
That image should tell you all to expect from this particular story, so without further ado, Release*.
 
*Title until I can think of something better.
 
Night was falling across Ponyville in a velvet hush, the end of another work week and beginning of two days of rest and relaxation. Many did what sapient life across all realities do at the end of work, which is to head out and take in a show, a meal or simply heading to the local pub for a few drinks.
 
Rarity the unicorn did none of these things as unless she and Applejack had specifically planned for a date night the two far preferred a simple night in together.
 
The farmer would be spending the weekend with her, and the thought sent shivers down Rarity’s spine, make her elegantly curled and groomed tail lift in anticipation.
 
She stood before a large wardrobe in her room, and carefully selected the appropriate accessories for the night. Lingerie examined critically and placed back, dresses inspected ruthlessly for what would best highlight her mane, coat, eyes and curves.
 
There were equal numbers of similar items for the mare she loved stored there, rather a lot of it made of black latex and leather.
 
The dressmaker held up a pair of black leather gloves and smiled, deciding that these and the matching boots would serve as adequate underthings for the night. It wasn’t as if Applejack would let her keep bra or panties on very long at any rate, the mare was insatiable.
 
Besides that, the spell she’d cast on herself and which the farmer had instructed her not to undo for any reason rather precluded the wearing of panties.
 
That part of her twitched slightly at the thought.
 
Other than that she selected a simple yet elegant backless evening dress of a rich plum color and laid it, boots and gloves out on her bed.
 
Most days Rarity wore make up, but only when entertaining her love did she bother with blue black lipstick, of which she applied a carefully measured amount.
 
She glanced up at the clock and saw that there was still better than an hour before Applejack arrived. The mare was never late, barring emergencies.
 
That left Rarity time to head downstairs and begin preparing their supper (grilled leeks with cheesy potato soup), to select the wine and set out the candles.
 
She had just finished dressing and putting her mane up in an elegant bun when she heard somepony trying to batter down her front door and smiled. A quick glance at the clock showed it to be precisely eight.
 
The Apple family had some interesting notions about hospitality, they were quite big on it. The host was responsible for the care and feeding of the guests, which usually meant heaping mountains of good food and homely comfort upon them, and the guests in turn were required to abide by the rules of the host and expected to act with courtesy and tact, in so far as the host understood the terms.
 
Thus the fact that Applejack knocked at Rarity’s door and waited to be let in even though she had long ago been given a key and given a blanket invitation by Rarity to simply show herself in whenever she liked.
 
Rarity, careful of the heels on her thigh high leather boots, made her way to the door with a musical cry of, “only a moment, darling!”
 
She greeted her love with a warm smile which Applejack returned with one of her own.
 
The farmer politely failed to notice Rarity inspecting her door for dents, in of course a discreet and inoffensive manner.
 
“How ya doin’ Sugarcube?” AJ asked before the dressmaker could greet her, passing as well a wicker picnic basket to the mare.
 
Rarity slid up to the crook of her elbow, stood on her toes and kissed Applejack softly on the lips.
 
“Much better now that you’re here, darling,” she murmured.
 
AJ growled and put her hands on Rarity’s hips and drew her into a second, more passionate kiss.
 
“Rough day?” she said as they parted.
 
“A long one,” the dressmaker replied, taking Applejack by the hand and leading her into the dining room, “I’m sure its nothing you’d be interested in.”
 
AJ rolled her eyes. Rarity always did this little dance. It was, she had learned through annoying trial and error, an invitation for Applejack to press for more information without it seeming as if Rarity herself was simply dumping her problems on the mare and it would in fact annoy the mare slightly if one were to take her words at face value and simply drop the subject.
 
She personally found the lack of directness somewhat irritating, but was willing to forgive much of her male friend. After all, as Granny Smith said, it would be a funny old world if we were all the same.
 
“Tell me anyways,” Applejack said, “I insist.”
 
Rarity did her best to look reluctant but could not quite hide the smile as she opened the basket and found several loaves of black bread, a pot of butter and a second pot of honey, in addition to a large brown bottle.
 
“Well,” she began, “its all to do with a dress order I recieved on monday, you see this absolutely beastly mare from Canterlot wants me to-”
 
Applejack felt her mind turn off and enter that state inhabited by many devoted lovers who unfortunately lack an interest in the passion of their significant other. In this state one manages to completely avoid actually taking in any information while allowing one’s thoughts to wander down more appealing paths, but can simultaneously provided adequate responses to the conversation in appropriate parts, such as “you don’t say” or “that’s terrible/interesting/nice/unfortunate.”
 
Rarity herself was both aware and approved of this state of affairs, having watched it work for years in her parent’s marriage. Really she simply wanted an excuse to vent her spleen and needed someone to talk at in order to avoid the whole ranting to yourself in an empty room problem.
 
She uncorked the brown bottle and was immediately hit with the smell of antiseptic apples. Unwisely she took a smell which resulted in signed sinuses.
 
“Applejack?” she said as the mare ladled herself a bowl of soup, “is this the special reserve?”
 
AJ grinned and nodded as the paint on the walls crinkled, “make sure you don’t take more than a shot in a day, that’s how my grand uncle went blind.”
 
Rarity went to the cupboards searching for tumblers, “I thought the mayor banned this stuff?”
 
“If she wants it gone she can dismantle Granny’s still herself,” Applejack chuckled, “besides, its just apples. Mostly apples. There’s herbs in there as well.”
 
“Herbs defined as?”
 
“Ya know,” Applejack bit into a grilled leak with a crunch, chewed thoughtfully and swallowed, “herbs. Leafy green things that are good for you.”
 
Rarity cocked an eyebrow and smirked at her male friend before pouring them each a finger of amber liquid, which proceeded to etch the glass.
 
Both swallowed it down with a shudder and moved on with their meal and more ordinary discussion.
 
They ate heartily, and when they finished Rarity moved to gather up the dishes only for Applejack wave her away.
 
The farmer rose up and kissed the dressmaker on the cheek, “I’ll take care of the dishes, you head on upstairs and wait for me.”
 
“How would you like me, mistress?” Rarity asked, her eyes half lidded and voice low.
 
Applejack slid an arm around the mare, pulling the dressmaker right up against her.
 
“I want ya as you are,” she purred, “but I want you to sit up there and think about all the things I’m gonna do to ya tonight. Leave the dress on, but if ya feel like you’ve got to touch yourself, well…”
 
Rarity was already growing hard against her, breath coming quicker and hotter.
 
“Well what, mistress?” she asked.
 
“Well then you better make a mess of that dress,” Applejack growled and gave the mare a hard, fierce kiss before letting her go with playful swat on the rump.
 
The dressmaker left slowly, giving Applejack plenty of time to appreciate the sway of hips and movement of backside beneath the elegant plum colored dress, which the farmer watched eagerly. There was simply no two ways about it, Rarity was one fine piece of ass.
 
She turned to the sink and began the calming, repetitive task of cleaning the dishes. There were no leftovers to put away, which Applejack always felt slightly guilty about. Rarity was always going out of her way to prepare really quite good meals for the both of them and AJ wound up eating most of them. It made her feel like a bit of a mooch, but then again it would hurt Rarity’s feelings to turn away anything she gave you.
 
The mare would make a fine member of the Apple family one day, AJ was certain of that. She only had to find the right words and time to ask her.
 
She found herself scrubbing harder as the weighty subject bore down on her. They’d come into this relationship not long after Rarity had suffered rejection from another idiot stallion she’d built up to be a Prince Charming in her head. To make matters worse, the stallion in question had been infatuated with Applejack in a shallow, condescending sort of way that she found quite irritating, which had led to Rarity feeling jealous and hurt and wronged by everyone.
 
It had all been resolved amicably enough, AJ had been able to make both her and the stallion see sense without having to resort to thumping them over the head but in the weeks that followed she’d still seen the hurt written in acid ink across her friend’s soul.
 
Applejack was not going to sit back and watch Rarity tear herself apart over some weedy little stallion, and so she’d stepped in first as a friend to try to make things right. That first night they’d ended up in bed together.
 
It was so very, very sweet. Rarity, a confident, strong mare trembling like a leaf with nerves as Applejack took her virginity with a deft touch and sweet words, and then the dressmaker had insisted on reciprocating…
 
For a long time the two told themselves that they were simply friends with benefits, and that eventually they’d both move onto a real relationship but they hadn’t been able to keep those lies going very long. It was some time after the defeat of Tirek that Applejack had found the courage to tell Rarity that she was in love with her, and because sometimes life is kind Rarity felt the same.
 
Now it was all a matter of logistics. Both had homes, dreams and obligations of their own, and each cared too much for the other to let them give up those things. It was a mercy indeed that they lived in the same town and thus were able to spend as much time as they could together.
 
The last glass was sparkling clean and Applejack set it out to dry with a satisfied smile at a job well done before checking the time.
 
Fifteen minutes had passed since she’d sent Rarity up and while the mare could in fact get herself off quite quickly, it was perhaps best to give her a few minutes more.
 
AJ stepped out the kitchen door and fished her cigar packet out of her breast pocket. She bit the tip off one of them, struck a match on her fingernail and puffed out a cloud of sweet smelling smoke.
 
She thought of Rarity upstairs and smiled. Once introduced to sex Rarity had turned out to be utterly insatiable and wonderfully kinky, always daring to go a little more perverse than before if it satisfied them both.
 
In her thoughts AJ saw the dressmaker sprawled on her side, one hand beneath her skirt working the thick black length of her shaft, moaning and whimpering as her cum jetted out to stain the fabric dark and sticky, bringing one hand to her mouth and licking the pearly goo off her fingers.
 
Applejack snorted and stubbed out her cigar. Time to see how much fun Rarity was having.
 
An observer might notice that her gait was somewhat stiff as she returned, and an especially observant one would notice the growing bulge down the inside of her thigh.
 
The spell Rarity had found in a book of erotic magic had made things quite interesting for the both of them, a bit of a shift in perspective that both appreciated. After the first experimental use of it and AJ’s subsequent order not to undo it on either of them, both mare’s had spent their first week or wondering how exactly stallions managed to function at all.
 
Cocks were terribly distracting, vulnerable things and after the first month Applejack had gone to her brother and apologized for how in any childhood scuffle she’d always done her best to aim her kicks between his legs.
 
Land heavily on a fence just once when you’ve never before had testicles and you learn to wince at crotch shots in a hurry.
 
Applejack considered actually heading in with her rapidly hardening cock already out, but decided against it.
 
Instead she stepped into the open door of Rarity’s boudoir and grinned.
 
The mare lay sprawled on her back on the bed, panting heavily. One breast had escaped captivity, the perfect black nipple a stark contrast to creamy white coat. Her blues eyes were squeezed tightly shut as beneath the hem of the evening dress Ms. Rarity vigorously pumped her stallionhood.
 
Drawing nearer, Applejack could already scent the chemical tang of ejaculate and indeed the belly of the dress was stained dark from where her mare fried had already cum once.
 
AJ coughed to announce her presence and the dressmaker’s eyes snapped open and fixed on her, though the mare did not for a moment stop masturbating.
 
She knew what her love liked, and indeed there was always something in seeing Rarity perform base acts that excited the farmer. Not so much degrading things, that was Rarity’s kink, but simply the sort of things which the dressmaker simply would never admit to doing.
 
A proper Lady did not masturbate, and therefor Rarity always denied masturbation. At least unless Applejack was involved.
 
“How many so far?” the farmer asked in a mild voice.
 
“Only once, mistress.”
 
Applejack nodded in approval.
 
“And how many times have you jerked off this week?” She reached out and pressed her hand against the distended fabric, finally halting Rarity’s activity and drawing a sharp, eager breath from the mare
 
“Twice every morning,” the dressmaker murmured, thrusting her hips up to rub against cloth and Applejack’s hand, “once at lunch and three more times at night if I’m not watching Sweetie.”
 
“And jerkin’ it at all is?”
 
Rarity looked up at her with half lidded eyes and hungry smirk.
 
“Strictly forbidden, mistress.”
 
The farmer chuckled.
 
“You’ll have to be punished for that,” and at the word punished she felt Rarity’s stallionhood jerk a little beneath her hand.
 
“H-how?” the mare whispered, trying not to seem too eager.
 
Applejack bent down and pressed her lips against the wet patch of the dress, inhaling the scent of her mare friend’s seed, her sweat and her perfume all mixing in an intoxicating ball that threatened to drive all thought from her mind.
 
“Bit impatient, are we?” she drawled as she stood up, hands at her belt buckle, “first things first, Rarity.”
 
The dressmaker sat up and her hand’s went to Applejack’s crotch, feeling the thick, heavy shaft and obscene bulge. She leaned forward and took the zipper in her teeth and pulled it down.
 
The farmer placed a strong hand on the back of Rarity’s head and stroked the silken mane softly.
 
“Swallow every drop,” she ordered as the mare took delicate care in extricating her cock from the trousers.
 
AJ’s stallionhood was huge, thick and hot with blood even through the leather gloves. It smelled of sweat and a thick masculine musk that made Rarity’s mouth water.
 
The farmer moaned as the dressmaker licked the broad, flared head and thought about seizing a handful of Rarity’s mane and forcing the teasing mare to take her all in one swallow. After all, Rarity enjoyed it when she was forceful, but Applejack enjoyed it when the dressmaker was slow and teasing.
 
Rarity was very good at teasing.
 
Her lips pressed against glans in a delicate kiss that left a blue black smudge on the pale, tongue flicking against sensitive flesh and then thoroughly washing the entire surface. It darted around the flare, tickling and teasing and making the farmer let out low, throaty moans.
 
Rarity lived to hear her love making those noises, they sent delicious thrills up and down her spine and made her own stallionhood jerk and shudder in sympathy.
 
She took a deep breath through her nose and pressed on a lot further, filling her mouth with Applejack’s member and cooing around it when she felt the mare’s hands on the back of her head, urging her further on till glans pressed against the back of her throat.
 
It was always an uncomfortable, somewhat degrading experience to feel a cock threatening to choke you, Rarity adored it. She got on her knees from the bed and angled both the cock and herself to be able to take even more, to swallow the whole length down as her mare friend seized her mane in fingers like iron and thrust down and forward to the point that the only reason Rarity could not take more was due to simple laws of anatomy.
 
The two held that position for a long time before Rarity tapped Applejack’s leg and the pressure released and AJ withdrew her cock till only the tip remained in the dressmaker’s eager mouth.
 
Rarity set to work after that, using every trick she had to pleasure the mare she loved. She lavished the entire shaft with affection and listened to low, beautiful music of the mare moaning, grunting and occasionally cursing.
 
Her hands danced along the length as well, the smooth leather exciting and pleasing the spots where her mouth had been. She reached into the mare’s trousers and drew out the heavy, full testes which were fondled, massaged and eagerly cleaned in Rarity’s mouth. She imagined that she could feel them churning, full of thick, delicious seed.
 
Soon Applejack growled, “gettin’ close,” and Rarity wrapped her lips again around the glans. She preferred not to have spunk simply spilling into her stomach. She could not speak for any but her own and the farmer’s, but in her mind it was a taste and texture to be savored.
 
“Good girl,” Applejack said in a strained voice, “good girl, suck me dry. Eat my fuckin’ cum, ohhhhh…. GODDESS!”
 
She exploded in Rarity’s mouth, she always did. There was simply nothing quite like it.
 
The dressmaker did not have any such thing as a natural talent for sex, but since she’d started dating Applejack she’d developed it to an art form.
 
Rarity closed her eyes and let the harsh taste of cum fill her mouth, the thick, gooey texture coating and clinging to teeth and tongue as it erupted white hot from AJ’s spurting stallionhood. When she had a full mouth she swallowed it down in time for more of the thick, hot stuff. Her hands continued to stroke and tug at the mare’s cock, milking it for all it was worth which was rather a lot.
 
Both suspected, correctly, that the spell that had so welcomely endowed them with stallion parts had made them rather more grand than the natural item. After all, most stallions could perhaps cum twice in an hour provided they had a snack and a nap between them while the two mares could keep going for hours sustained on pure lust.
 
Neither AJ or Rarity could or cared to verify it, but they also suspected that they produced quite a bit more ejaculate than was normal. It was all Rarity could do to keep up with the flow from her lover, but eventually it ended with Rarity milking the last few drops from her cock and sitting back with one final mouthful.
 
Applejack staggered back a bit, panting but soon recovered.
 
“Open your mouth,” she commanded.
 
Rarity obeyed, showing that she still held a mouthful of thick, pearly goo.
 
AJ knelt down and kissed her, the two passed the last load of cum back and forth, letting the taste of it and each other fill them up from head to toe.
 
As they kissed their hands roved over each other’s bodies, tousling mane, stroking tails and exploring the curves of buttocks, belly, breast, neck and shoulders.
 
The farmer picked Rarity up and moved her to the bed. They broke the kiss with the cum in Applejack’s mouth, which she swallowed and licked her lips.
 
“Strip,” she snarled, “gloves and boots stay on.”
 
Rarity was all too eager to obey. She’d found that she rather enjoyed stripping for Applejack, had ever since their first night together.
 
She moved slowly, sliding her shoulders out of one strap and then the other. She held the dress to her breasts and took her time exposing her breasts, inch by inch of alabaster coat, one delicate, onyx black nipple and then a second and already she could feel her friend’s strong hands on them, kneading the full flesh, stroking the hard nippled. She imagined those sweet orange lips around one, suckling, licking and softly nipping to make her moan and gush and whimper with desire.
 
Applejack watched her with rapt attention, her expression almost that of worship.
 
Once she’d resented the dressmaker, seen her as a bossy, fussy, stuck up prude tolerated only as the friend of a friend.
 
Then she’d gotten to know her, and found that while she could be bossy and fussy, and while she did have somewhat haughty ideas about life, her heart was one of solid gold. She’d found someone she could be friends with, and as they drew closer she found someone she could even love if only she’d look beyond her strange ideas about romance.
 
Then when they’d fallen for each other, Applejack had found somepony she could worship.
 
Rarity was grace and beauty. Her curves voluptuous and sweet, her belly a smooth soft plain to be caressed and nuzzled, her breasts full and sweet, her collar bones, her neck, her shoulders, her jaw, her lips, her eyes all places to get lost in.
 
There were times when Applejack could only marvel that Rarity loved her in return.
 
Now the stained dress was pooled around the mare’s waist. If you looked to the side you could see the sweet curve of a white buttock, plump and squeezable, but what drew the attention was the fabric draped over the crowning majesty of the mare’s body.
 
AJ reached out with shaking fingers and drew it away.
 
Rarity’s member was long, thick blackness. Not quite the monster that was Applejack’s, but more than enough to satisfy the farmer. It caught the light and shone as if it had been carved from onyx and beneath it in a dark sack were her great testes.
 
Applejack removed the dress and bent once more to kiss her love, almost without thought her hand wrapped lovingly around Rarity’s length, stroking softly.
 
“Mistress?” Rarity breathed.
 
“Yeah?”
 
“Are you going to change as well?”
 
“In a minute,” Applejack gazed down at Rarity and smiled softly. Personally she’d never been keen on dress up as a part of sex, but the clothing Rarity made for the occasions certainly did make her feel sexy and powerful.
 
“May I watch?”
 
“If ya like,” the farmed kissed her on the tip of the muzzle and sat up.
 
Rarity watched her from the bed, eyes following her every movement carefully.
 
The dressmaker often wished she could go back in time to give a good solid slap to herself for ever looking at Applejack in any sort of negative way. The mare had her faults to be sure, she was stubborn, shockingly indelicate and had absolutely no care for the finer things in life but all of these things in their own way made her lovely. Once Rarity would have described her as a mannish brute at home in mud and muck that reveled in not but the lowest of pleasures.
 
At best she’d grant that the mare was hard working, but not at anything worthwhile.
 
Then things had changed. It had been an uncomfortable discovery for Rarity. She’d been forced to confront her own opinions and found them wanting.
 
It was as if she’d been blind to the raw, powerful beauty of the mare all this time. She moved like no other mare, her stride long and confident her bearing proud and strong. Rarity could envision her as an ancient warrior queen of the sort that ruled from a throne carved in a living oak tree and wore a crown of leaves.
 
She watched as Applejack’s work shirt fell to the floor exposing a back that rippled with muscles beneath a soft orange coat.
 
Everything about Applejack spoke of power and strength, and every night Rarity cursed herself for not seeing and giving herself to that power and strength earlier.
 
And yet for all of this, there was still something awkward and nervous in the mare as she looked over her shoulder and gave Rarity a shy smile.
 
It was as if Applejack was embarrassed by her own beauty, and the dressmaker could never understand this. In her mind, Applejack was made to rule over ponies, to be their benevolent but stern mistress and if all she desired was one subject, one mare who would unfailingly adore and serve her? Well the Rarity felt blessed to be that mare.
 
Applejack slipped out of her jeans, exposing her powerful hips and buttocks to Rarity, who felt a powerful urge to crawl across the room and worship that gorgeous ass, but she restrained herself. There would be time enough for that later.
 
She watched carefully as Applejack slid into a pair of thigh high leather boots like her own and turned back to the bed, golden mane flying, green eyes sparkling.
 
“Ready to be punished?” she asked quietly. Rarity nearly purred.
 
AJ drew up a chair and sat down on it, gesturing for the dressmaker to approach, which she did on all fours.
 
The farmer extended one long, muscular leg and Rarity took it reverently in both hands. She kissed the bottom of the boot and a satisfied Applejack grunted in satisfaction and put it down.
 
“Across my lap, now,” AJ said, patting her thigh as she spoke.
 
Like a well trained dog Rarity laid herself across Applejack’s lap, savoring the feel of her coat, of the leather of the boots and the hot, silken heat of her stallionhood against Rarity’s belly.
 
A hand was run across her back, a slow smooth stroke that continued through her silken tail.
 
Rarity could not resist a moan, which was the cue for Applejack’s first powerful swat to impact her buttocks with a noise like a thunderclap.
 
The dressmaker yelped and bucked and rutted herself against AJ’s leg. Her backside stung from the blow, tingling in response to the sudden swift strike.
 
A finger now ran along the crack of her buttocks, teasing around the puckered entrance of her back door and down to her full, heavy sack.
 
“Ya know, sometimes I think ya like bein’ punished,” Applejack said. Rarity had to grin in response.
 
Applejack slapped the other butt cheek then, harder. Putting more muscle into it. There was, she had learned absolutely no punishment that was too much for Rarity’s backside. It wobbled and rippled and reddened and the mare yelped and squealed and loved every second of it.
 
This suited the farmer just fine. Rarity had a very spankable ass.
 
She rubbed the smooth, soft, squishy globes lovingly. Kneading one and then the other while her other hand stroked the dressmaker’s elegant back.
 
Rarity rubbed herself against Applejack, her cock against the smooth leather of the boots, her mouth open and drooling.
 
“I wonder how long till ya learn your lesson?” AJ asked quietly before delivering a devastating smack, “it seems like every time I come over here I find ya pullin’ that fat fuckin’ cock of yours or putting some toy up that cute little ass and then I have to spank ya, or pinch your tits or somethin’.”
 
“I-its the only way I’ll l-learn, mistress,” Rarity offered.
 
Applejack spanked her again, this time keeping her hand at the sore flesh to grope and squeeze.
 
“I suppose yer right,” she said, “At least you’re honest about it. Its mighty good of ya to let me know that ya jerk off when I’m not around. Tell me though, you put anything in your fine little ass during the week?”
 
“Y-yes!” Rarity gasped as Applejack place a thumb against her back door and began to rub in slow circles.
 
“Yes what?”
 
“Yes mistress.”
 
“Good girl, now,” she placed thumb and forefinger against a reddening buttock, “tell me what all you’ve been fuckin’ yerself with.”
 
“The dildoOOOOOS!” Applejack pinched cruelly as Rarity spoke, “and th-the anale beads and a c-cucumber!”
 
“What did you do with the cucumber?” AJ asked as if discussing the weather.
 
“I made sandwiches, mistress.”
 
AJ slapped Rarity’s ass hard, “good girl! Waste not, want not, however just because you were prudent and honest don’t mean I’m gonna go any easier on ya.”
 
She spanked the mare again for emphasis.
 
“Now, tell me what ya were thinking about when I came up here. What nasty little thoughts were making you jack it like a damn teenage boy with a dirty magazine?”
 
“Your ass, mistress,” Rarity leaned into the next slap, “I-I was imagining licking your ass!”
 
Applejack smirked and punctuated every word with a hard smack to the mare’s bouncy buttocks.
 
“You! Want! To! Eat! My! Ass?!” she shouted.
 
Rarity’s reply was a strangled moan. She writhed in Applejack’s lap, rubbing herself against the mare’s boots.
 
“Y-yes mistress!” she cried out, “please! Please let me do everything I can to make you feel good!”
 
Applejack shook her head in mock dismay, “You’re about cum aren’t you? You’re about to cum from think about me sitting on your pretty face and bein’ spanked. Now that’s what I call disgraceful.”
 
She bent over till her lips were next to Rarity’s ear.
 
“Good girl,” she whispered.
 
“I love you,” Rarity replied.
 
Applejack straightened herself up.
 
“Alright, ten more,” she caressed her mare friend’s shapely bottom.
 
“Could you make it twenty, mistress?” Rarity asked, “I do feel like I’ve been especially naughty this week. You see I’ve also been fantasizing about sucking your glorious cock.”
 
“And how do those ones end?” Applejack asked, sliding her hand along the crack of the dressmaker’s ass to tease her back door again.
 
“You orgasm and cover me in your seed,” Rarity purred, “and then make me walk through town naked and drenched in cum.”
 
“Twenty it is then,” Applejack’s hand collided with the dressmaker’s flesh like the crack of doom.
 
Again and again she swatted, spanked, slapped, squeezed, groped and pinched the battered bottom, and each time Rarity squealed and squirmed and begged for more till finally on the eighth stroke she shivered and tensed and with a choking cry came in a gushing flood as Applejack brought her hand down on the tender flesh.
 
The spankings came faster and harder, drawing out the dressmaker’s orgasm to a long, messy end of pure bliss.
 
The twentieth came and Applejack’s hand slid over the sore, quivering flesh down to the dressmaker’s heavy balls and then to her thick shaft. She milked it and listened to Rarity’s happy whimpering and inarticulate moans.
 
Finally she began to stand and Rarity lowered herself to the ground and turned to gaze up at her mistress who was attempting to shake some life back into her hand.
 
“Thank You, Applejack,” she said.
 
AJ bent down and kissed her.
 
“Night ain’t over yet, an I see ya made a big mess there.”
 
Rarity looked over at the puddle of cum on the floor.
 
“Oh dear,” she looked up at Applejack and licked her lips, “I had better clean that up.”
 
 
This is not the end of the story, I intend to keep working on it for a day or two. Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’m sure you’ll let me know if you didn’t. Thanks to dclzexon for making such brilliantly sexy art and inspiring me to do this one!

@Vree  
in my own idea the planet was called equis surrounding a gas giant known as axon and each species had its own country and equestria was like the united nations..keeping the peace between them.
 
and the thought of there magic i think that they had arrived on “equis” with great technology and over a period of time they forget about the technology or it simply evolves into a organic energy (magic)

@Ryne  
No problem, happy to help. Tell me what you think!
 
Also, In addition to Strange Friends and False Masks, there’s gonna be a third installment to complete the Dresden Fillies trilogy: Great Power. So keep an eye on Psychicscubadiver’s fimfic profile.

Thanks! Finally!!!

Too deus ex machina…  
I’m deciding to have Fizzle move to Fillydelphia in the end. The epilogue will have him working as a metalworker, demonstrating to a field trip or something. How would he look with glasses?  
And there’s still the matter of how Garble and co. are defeated :\

@Changeling#209458  
Well, you mentioned Zecora. Perhaps she could whip up some sort of potion to make Fizzle stronger/more resilient.

From what we’ve seen, hoard is the only way a dragon grows without waiting for thousands of years. I don’t think greed growth would gel with the theme of the story at all.  
Any other ideas?

@Changeling#209458  
Dragons aren’t really part of Equestrian society, so I’m not sure they can be arrested.
 
But, him having to move on is a perfectly valid (and justifiable) way to end the story.

@Changeling#209458  
Hoard doesn’t matter. The justification would be that his old friends are threatening his new family so he feels that the only way to protect them is to Greed up.

@SquiggyBomb  
No, Fizzle has a word with Zecora about his hoard right before the whole fight.  
I can’t really kill them, too dark. And dragons will be resistant to most magic, so banishment is out. Should they just be arrested? It would feel kind of cheap for Garble to just ragequit and let him have his tea parties.  
I’m also thinking Fizzle will have to relocate since his gang found out where he lived. A heartfelt goodbye and an epilogue in Appleoosa?

@Changeling#209458  
Modified greed growth.

I’m in the middle of developing a fanfic starring Fizzle.  
 
It won’t have any porn, and background shipping at the most. It’s just character development slice-of-life. He split off from Garble after seeing his true colors:  

 
And now he’s found his way to Ponyville being a jerk. Old habits die hard.  
After his character development and heel-face turn, the other dragons find Ponyville. Naturally, they’re defeated, but I can’t quite figure out how. How should the climax be resolved?

@Ryne  
As a matter of fact, such a crossover exists. Take a look at The Dresden Fillies.
 
The Dresden Fillies is pretty much my gold standard when it comes to fan crossovers, as it’s a spectacularly good mix of Dresden and Ponies. The author absolutely NAILS Harry’s first-person narration to such a degree that you’d think he’s Jim Butcher in disguise. He also marries the magic systems of the two series in a way that feels absolutely natural.
 
There’s humor, there’s action, the Mane Six and Harry have awesome adventures together, there’s something for everyone. Both the first fic, Strange Friends, and the sequel, False Masks, are highly recommended to fans of either series.

I mean, really, I’ve never seen any, and I’m a big fan of the Dresden Files. There’s already magic in equestria, and Twilight and Zecora have mentioned dark magic… So, can someone notify me if they find one?

Well, i’l put some links to some of my favorite ones in the morning, but offhand there’s always the one I’m the author of, Glass Palace-Equinox
 
It not that good, but it’s a thing, anyway. It’s some of the story for my AU Luna, who I originally created here on Derpibooru.

I’m on a AU fix of late, anyone have anything they’d like to suggest?
 
Shipping can be included, but isn’t necessary.