Title:           Dreaming: Applejack
Author:          Domino_anon
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First Edit:      Sunday 24th of November 2013 11:34:27 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 24th of November 2013 11:34:27 AM CDT

Chapter 4
 
>You're still dreaming in Equestria.
>As you sit on the curb in front of Sugar Cube Corner, you ponder why you should continue
>Maybe you hope to find a dream that isn't FUBAR
>Maybe it's for the thrill of adventure
>Or maybe it's cause Dom is a sadistic bastard
>Deciding that some things are better left unknown, you rise to your feet and take a deep breath
>You must continue
>As you start your journey towards the next dream, you notice Luna stepping out of Rarity's dream
>You check your watch
"Luna, how long were you in there?"
>The Princess blushes as you approach
>"A-anonymous! It is good to see you, but we must return to our...royal duties in the castle."
>She bolts into the air, leaving you on the ground with your thoughts
>Deciding to ignore her strange behavior, you continue on your journey
>The next closest butt is in Sweet Apple Acres
>You hope to god that it's Applebloom's
>A break from the horror would be nice
>But you know damn well who's it is as you trudge on toward it
>As you walk along the road leading to the farm, you take the time to really appreciate the scenery
>You hate nature
>Finally reaching the farm, you sprint towards the bubble looming in front of you
>Time for a fancy entrance
>You dive head first into the bubble, entering the dream of the Apple pony
...
>Drifting into the new bubble, Big Mac’s dream lay out before you  
>It was mundane, way less than you expected
>It was his room, a bed along the corner near a window giving full view to the vast field of apple trees
>A closet, unused, stands opposite next to a dresser, stacked thoroughly with deodorants  
>You mill about, admiring the posters on the walls of famous Equestrian historical figures
“What the hell kinda dream is this?”
>”One ah’ve been waitin’ for Anon.”  
>Spinning around, you find Big Mac laying on his back atop his bed
>His jet black cock is standing at attention, the flared tip oozing some pre-cum, giving his member a nice sheen  
>You unconsciously lick your lips, staring at his glistening dick
“W-what do you mean Big Mac?”
>He begins to casually stroke himself, a vulgar “shlick” reverberating around the small room
>”Ah think you know exactly what ah mean Anon. The question is, ya gon’ do somethin’ about it?”
>He grins, before sitting up like a human, letting his bottom hooves hang off the side of the bed
>This was the classic blow job position, and you resisted the urge to drool
>Walking over, you sink to your knees, and slowly wrap a hand around his cock
>The jet black tool throbbed at your touch, your hand barely making it around
>You breathed in his musky scent, a hard day’s work worth of sweat still on him
>Lowering your mouth, you gently lick at his crown, savoring the taste of his pre-cum
>It was sweet, and tasted slightly of apples
>He lets out a soft coo as you gently lap at his tip, teasing him
>He shifts slightly, sitting up straighter, and you feel a hoof on the back of your head
>”Anon, stop teasin’ and get to work before I choke you with it.”
>You grin a bit, before opening wide and engulfing the head of his massive member
>It stretched your jaw to an uncomfortable level, barely being able to get around it, but you continue moving down, getting past the head before gagging
>This beast was enormous, you couldn’t even get past the tip, but Mac’s sighs of pleasure pushed you on
>Breathing deeply though your nose, you begin to bob up and down over his bulbous head slowly, drooling all over his cock
>You roll your tongue on the sensitive underside while grasping his tool in both hands  
>You begin to stroke, his pre and your spit acting as lube as you work his whole cock
>He begins to moan openly, grasping at the back of your head, throwing his mane back in pleasure
>Continuing to slobber onto him, you pull one hand away to knead his large balls, trying to coax the cum from them
>He grabs the back of your head roughly, yanking your mouth off, before shoving it against his, his tongue worming its way into your mouth  
>Big Mac roughly pulls you off his member, and shoves his tongue into your mouth
>Wrestling with you, your tongues fight for dominance, and in an effort to win he rolls over, putting you underneath his large frame
>He pulls off, a thin strand of saliva trailing between you. You both gulp air after beings so lustily assaulted
>”Allow me to re-sip-ro-kate that love you gave me Anon.”
“Only if you promise to learn the real meaning of that word.”
>He grins and moves lower to your crotch. He grabs the seat of your jeans and pulls hard, ripping a hole in your pants and boxers revealing yourself to him
>Your cock, much smaller in comparison to his, is painfully stiff
>He gives a long lick from the base of your cock to the tip causing you to shudder, before moving lower to your puckered rosebud
>He plants a kiss on each cheek, biting and nibbling, pleasure spiking through you
>Rimming your asshole, you sigh in pleasure. It’d been a long time since anyone had done that
>Sticking his long tongue slowly in, he begins to lick and suck, the feeling sending shocks of pleasure straight to the tip of your cock
>Still eating you out, he takes one of his hooves and begins to spank you, the pleasure and pain mingling together driving you wild
>Biting your fist, you feel a familiar sensation growing in your balls
“M-mac! I’m gonna cum soon!”
>He immediately withdraws his tongue from your ass, the cool air sending shivers down your spine
>Your dick aches for release, so close to cumming, all he needed to do was keep licking
>He grins, coming back up and kissing you on the lips once again, this one much softer and gentler
>”Sorry Anon, can’t have ya finishin’ just yet.”
>You whine in pain, begging for release
>He gets up, and walks to his dresser before digging through his drawer
>He brings back a bottle of lube, and sticks the small tube into your opening
>The cool feeling inside your ass is a sharp contrast to the hot tongue just inside, and you can’t wait for his cock to make it warm once again
>”Here Anon,” he says after putting the bottle in your hands. “Lube me up.”
>You squirt some into your hands and rub them together, then place them on the hot barrel of his black member
>"I am gon' to enjoy this Anon."
>As he turns you over, you wait for him to enter
>But...it doesn't happen
>Turning over, you see the empty room curiously lacking one Big Mac
>The window blows open, and a strong breeze grabs you
"No, no! We hadn't even gotten to the good part!"
>You're unceremoniously pulled out of his dream, and sent spiraling out back into the dreamscape, sexually unsatisfied.
...
>As you are shot out of the bubble, you ponder your sexuality
>After much deliberation, you come to a genius conclusion
>Doesn't matter, had sex
>Your flight is ended as you slam into a tree and slide to the ground
>You stand and dust yourself off
>As you stand, a large shadow drifts over you
>You get the feeling you know exactly what it is, but you look up anyways
>A blue butt slowly comes to a stop above you
>You hear a snap as a rope ladder drops down in front of you
>Well that's convenient
"Rainbow Dash, here I come."