There's Always Room for Pie (Anon x AJ NSFW)

>From the bushes, you wait.

>In a recon of sorts, you stalk your prey.

>Which is currently sitting on the window sill.

>It wants you. It needs you. Just as you need it.

>You can hear as it begins calling out your name in a seductive tone.

>Well, not literally. It's an apple pie.

>But, you see, this isn't just any ordinary pie.

>This is -THE- pie.

>It's Applejack's  homemade apple pie.

>The pie to end all pies.

>Made from love, apples, and that stuff wet dreams are made out of.

>The first time you had tasted it, you damn near had an orgasm.

>This caused much laughter, from AJ's friends and family, at your expense.

>But you almost didn't completely care. Because, pie.

>Ever since then, you put that pie on the pedestal.

>Which caused you to go to such crazy lengths to acquire it.

 

>Target in sight. Coast is clear. Time to execute plan: 'Semper 3.14'.

>Leaving your cover, you reach out for it...

>"Hey Anon. Glad I found ya."

>You retract your arms to 't-rex mode'.

>You think it somehow makes you less suspicious.

>Turning around, you see Big Macintosh.

"Oh, hey! What's up, Big Mac?"

>"I was wonderin' if you could help me out real quick."

>You look to the pie.

>It looks right back.

>Probably...

"But-"

>"Don't worry. It won't take long."

"Alright, fine."

 

>Roughly an hour later. You part ways with Mac.

>You had to help him load apples into the cellar.

>Now, normally he wouldn't need help with such simple shit.

>But, he somehow sprained one of his forelegs.

>So this makes every task he does, very arduous.

>However, so long as it wasn't his rear legs that were injured, he'd still work.

>Stubbornness is the Apple family code, you've come to find.

>You return to the windowsill.

>It's still there.

"It's okay, baby. Daddy's here now."

>You reach out to claim your prize.

>"Who are ya talkin' to, Anon?"

"Ho shit! What the fuck?!"

>Apple Bloom's little voice gives you quite the shock.

>"Oooh! You said a bad word! heheheh! I'm tellin' on you~."

"Oh, come on, little 'Bloom. You scared me. That's not fair."

>"Nope. Too late. I'm gonna tell on ya." She states matter of factly.

>Fuck! If she tells her sister, this would mean no pie for you.

>This cannot happen.

>You're already suffering from Vitamin Pie deficiency.

"Look, 'Bloom. You're a fair and understanding filly, right?"

>"What are ya gettin' at."

>Straight to the point. You're so proud of her.

"Maybe we can work out some kind of deal."

>"Hmmmm... I got an idea!"

>Oh dear.

 

>Only an hour and a half passed. Oddly enough, You actually rather enjoyed your time with her.

>Let's check the highlights, while you make your way back to the house;

>"I need ya to help me figure out a costume for Nightmare Night."

>You smile in a rather wicked and evil manner.

>The plan is finally coming together.

>You brought Apple Bloom to a parting in the orchard, near the clubhouse.

>You fill a waiting cauldron full of cooking oil.

>"What's this, Anon?"

"Something I've been saving for such an occasion."

>"Y-you're not gonna cook me, are ya?"

"I'm gonna go ahead and ignore that. Ya see, little 'Bloom. This is the setup to the perfect costume for you."

>You grab a giant Allium cepa, prep it up, and fry that bastard.

>"I don't get it."

"Patience young one. Patience."

>"Have you met me?"

"Touché. Still though, silence."

>Moments later. You situate the fried plant, by stringing it around a wreath, and you leave a hole in the center.

"Alright, little one. Come hither."

>"Finally! I was getting bored and- Hey!"

>Before she can finish her sentence, you kneel down to place the fried onion around her head.

"There. It's perfect!"

>"What am I supposed to be? A lion?"

"Nope. You are..."

>Pause.

"Apple Bloomin' Onion!"

>A part of you died when you said that.

>Still. You're just glad you finally got that awful joke out of your system.

>"Yeah! I bet I'm gonna have the best costume there! Thanks, Anon!"

>She jumps up and gives you a hug.

>You shed a lone manly tear.

"No problem, little 'Bloom. No problem."

 

>You jump back in the bushes to scope out your target. Can't let anyone else distract you from pie stalking.

>Peeking out, you see... Nothing.

"Hey, what gives!"

>"Oh, hey there, Anonymous."

>Granny Smith greets you from the window.

"Uh. Hey there, Granny."

>"What're ya doin' standin' in the bushes?"

>Bush joke. Um. Nope. Too easy.

"... Nothing. I'm doing nothing."

>"Well, If I had noticed you there earlier, I would've invited you for some apple pie."

"Wait. Would have? As in... Past tense?"

>"Yup. We ate the whole thing. It never stood a chance against our appetites. heheh!"

>Big Mac waves at you, mouth full of pie. Probably the last piece.

>"Son of a fuck-..."

>You can't even handle this.

>Rage builds. You must leave now before you do something you'll regret.

>The barn has always been your preferred place to vent, so you head there.

 

>Upon entering, you throw some bales of hay around like a maniac

>You also start yelling many choice words that would get you canceled on cable television.

>After you calm yourself, you sit down on one bale of hay that you missed in your bitch fit.

>Feeling hopeless, you slump down, looking to the ground.

>You hear the barn door creaking, but you don't bother to look up.

>Life has lost meaning...

>"Sugarcube?"

>You mumble something even you can't understand.

>"Are... Are you okay, hun?"

>You once again mumble incoherently.

>You're too depressed, and angry to notice anything else going on at the moment.

>"I didn't quite hear ya."

>Ever quietly, you say "Pie."

>"You're gonna have to sp-"

>You stand up and grab Applejack.

"Pie! It was about the pie!"

>"Wha-"

"Not just any pie, AJ! Your pie! I want it! I need it! I fucking crave it! I can just imagine tasting the mouth watering flavor. Even the damn aroma is enough to set me off!"

>Suddenly you notice it. You catch a whiff of said pie.

>You look down, and by the non-existent maker! There it is!

>Good ol' Applejack brought you your very own pie!

>You're so happy, you could cry.

>But, you don't. That would waste pie-eating energy.

 

>You drop to your knees.

>Forgetting all table manners, you dive right in, face-first.

>The pie crust gave no fight. It opened right up and gave you access to the filling.

>Oh goodness! It's so soft! So warm! So creamy!

>You lap it up like it was the last pie in the world.

>It tastes a little different than you remember, but it's still motherfuckin' pie!

>You slurp up any excess filling, and what your lips can't reach, you finish off with your tongue.

>Well, shit! There's still plenty to go around. So you keep greedily drinking in that apple flavor.

>Suddenly you hear the pie moan really loudly, and before you know it, your face is drenched by a torrent of pie filling... Wait.

>...

>Hwhat!?

>"W-why'd ya *huff* S-stop, *huff* A-Anon? That felt soo good~."

>You break out of your trance, and see you have a face full of AJ's marehood.

>The lower half of your face is dripping with viscous marecum. Not pie filling.

>Umm... Huh.

>Licking your lips, you realize a couple of things.

>First. Pie cravings apparently turn you into some kind of a sexual deviant.

>Lastly. You must now finish what you have started.

>'When in pone...' as they say.

>Go with the flow.

>Saying nothing, you move in and give AJ a nice sloppy kiss.

>She momentarily breaks the kiss to hungrily lick up her juices from your chin, then goes right back into it.

>Immediately, you remove the your clothing, and move your rock-hard member to Applejack's waiting pussy.

>"Mmmm~. Don't keep me waitin', stud~.

>Her clit is winking rapidly, as if to invite you back inside.

>You push your dick in, and she's so damn wet, you just slid inside completely in one deft motion.

>Fully hilted, you remain there, completely enveloped in her warmth.

>She lightly places her lips to yours, and you share a more passionate kiss.

>You break it off, and give her light pecks on each of her adorable freckles.

>She lets out cute little giggles, and nuzzles you, then you kiss her nose.

>Giving you a playful gaze, AJ bites her bottom lip as she begins grinding her hips.

>Time to get to into rhythm.

>You begin thrusting in and out of her at a steady pace.

>Despite how good this feels, you want to give her more, but this position isn't giving you much leverage.

>You pull out, and as if she read your mind, she rolls over to her stomach and raises her ass up.

>Now you're really gonna pound her pussy raw!

>Because of her overflow of fluids, you're slamming her with more force than you've ever done before.

>The wet slaps from pounding her are so audible, they're echoing inside the whole damn barn.

>Among that, her moans and whimpers are driving you into a lust frenzy.

>Ramming her vag isn't enough, you need more of her.

>Looking down, you spot your next target.

>You grab a handful of her ass, then give it a hearty smack.

>"AH~! Oh my!"

>Cue taken, you give her rear a proper slapping.

>"Don't st- ~Anh~! ~Mmph~! Don't Stop, Anon! ~Ah~!"

>Through her fur, her skin is turning a vague pinkish color.

>Immediately halting that action, you instead start to lightly trace your fingers around her cutie mark.

>She inhales sharply, and coos.

>Damn! You just can't get enough of dat ass!

>You wish you had more time to explore it. But, you can feel you're about to reach your clima-

>"Unh~! Anon. I-I... I'm gonna cum!"

>Well, now. This time you're going to reach the finish line together.

>Pulling out all the stops, you really give her all you got.

>Mere moments later, AJ screams in pure pleasure, as you release a gravelly roar.

>Completely hilted You release the entirety of your seed inside AJ's marehood.

>Once you're sure you've given her every drop. You collapse beside her.

>She falls with you, and your cock remains inside of her until it slips out as it recedes.

>Applejack turns to you, instinctively you wrap your arms around her, and she hugs you right back.

 

>"Anon?"

"Mmm?"

>"That was quite a ride."

"You can say that again."

>"I still don't know how you humans can last so long... But. Heh. I'm glad you do."

"Oh, I'm always happy to oblige, AJ."

>"Whew! And I gotta say. I loved way you just took charge."

>You're kind of hazy on that part...

>"At first you kinda worried me with the pie talk, but you started eyein' me, then ya just went right for it. Heheh. It really turned me on~."

>So.. You basically just pictured her pussy as an apple pie...? You weren't too far off on that account.

>Though, was the apple flavor your imagination as well? You'll have to test this theory next time.

"Well. That's just the kind of man I am, AJ. I see it, I want it, I take it."

>She playfully jabs at your chin.

>"Hahahah! You're somethin' else, Anon. That's for darn sure."

"Hm. Yes. I'm guessing that's your 'nice' way saying I'm one crazy sumbitch."

>"Mmmhmm! haha!"

>Good-ness When she smiles like that. It makes your heart flutter.

"I love you, Applejack."

>"I love you too, Anon."

>You both stare into each other's eyes, and share a deep kiss.

>She then snuggles further into your embrace, lets out a yawn, and slowly drifts off to sleep.

>You really do love her, with all of your heart. And you truly cherish every moment with her.

>Feeling a slight chill from a gentle zephyr. You look around for some kind of a blanket for the both of you.

>Luckily, you spot a pretty sizable cloth.

>However, before you cover up. You take another quick glance at her hind quarters.

>Next time, you think. You'll be craving some 'rump roast'.

 

End.