Chapter 14: Hot Night

Okay boys and girls, fair warning: this chapter is 100% naughtiness. If you don't care for this kind of thing, feel free to wait for Chapter 15, which should be out fairly soon. All you need to know is that Applejack and Lewis are going to get it on, as are Bourbon and Fluttershy. If you catch that, you don't need gory details. What follows is utterly irrelevant to the story. I am not going to force people to read something they dislike, just to keep up with my fan fiction, that ain't cool. I get a lot of people saying that they can't wait for the next sexy scene, and everybody seems to want Lewis and Applejack to hurry up and consummate their relationship, so to make you wonderful folks reading just as horny as I can possibly arrange, here is chapter 14, "Hot Night." Happy clopping you magnificent bastards.

Lewis couldn't believe what was happening. Applejack had led him inside, up the stairs and into a small room with a large, comfortable bed. Her room was fairly Spartan in terms of adornment, but cozy all the same. Trophies adorned a shelf on the wall, glittering in the light from a simple lamp illuminated the room. Lewis almost bumped into Applejack as she stopped rather suddenly. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Umm, Lewis? Ah know ah'm ready fer this. But . . . ." Applejack looked at the floor.

"Nervous?" Lewis gently removed her hat, and set it on a rack by the door. He caressed her neck gently, sending shivers through her body.

"Yes."

"Okay," Lewis said, "We'll do this nice and slow." He kissed her lightly on the cheek, smiling to show her that he was happy to be there with her, that he was ready too. It helped to put her at ease, to see his face and the happy warmth and love that his expression radiated. It also set a tingle off at the base of her spine where her tail began, which spread quickly to the sensitive parts of her body there. She melted against him, her legs suddenly feeling weak. Lewis caught her before she could fall to the floor, scooping her up and carrying her to the bed.

"Are yah alright?" he asked, concerned.

"Yes," she said, "Ah'm fine." In point of fact, she was better than fine, she was in an intensely good place, and it was Lewis that had brought her there. She was glad that he was doing this, that they were there together, and that comfort was what allowed her to give herself to him. She wasn't accustomed to being this nervous, but she still didn't know what he would think, if she told him . . . .

"Something's on your mind," Lewis said, looking into her eyes.

"Yeah," she admitted, unable to deny it, "Ah'm kinda worried 'bout somethin' . . . and what yer gonna think a me."

"I love you," Lewis said with a bemused expression, "I doubt that it could change anything."

"Well, its just that, er . . . Ah haven't actually done this, before. But see, thing is, ah lead a purty active lifestyle and . . . . Look, ah jest don't want yah to get tha wrong idea is all . . . ." She glanced down at herself.

The coin finally dropped and Lewis chuckled. "Sweetheart," he said, nuzzling her neck, "It wouldn't ah made me love ya any less if ah weren't yer first. Ah wouldn't a cared how many yah had, long as ah was the one that mattered."

That was the last straw. Lewis had said everything right, systematically eliminating every insecurity and objection in Applejack's mind. She grabbed him around the neck and pulled him down into the bed, tearing at his clothes trying to get them off. She did some damage to his uniform, but he didn't care. He was too busy kissing, nibbling, sucking, biting and licking all over her face, neck and chest. She moaned, the pleasure making her wet. At last, she had his clothes off, and she saw that he was as ready as she was.

"Um . . . ."

"Darlin' somethin' wrong?" he asked, noticing her hesitation.

"What do ah do now?"

Lewis grinned. "Well, there are quite a few things yah could try. I suggest simply touching it to begin with."

She nodded, and began to massage the length with her hoof.

Lewis had expected this to be rough, but Applejack's touch was gentle, soothing, and exciting. It felt like she had fingers, although he could see none. So that's how they pick things up, he realized. However it was she was doing it, his member went from merely ready, to hard as granite in a matter of seconds. "Is it good?" she asked, worried about his strained expression.

"Very. Now ah want yah tah try somethin' else. Use your mouth."

Applejack blushed brightly, but she wasn't going to back down. Not with him. Not when she was so close. There was no more room for embarrassment. She closed her eyes and brought her lips to meet the head. She felt him shudder, and decided that was an indication that she should proceed. She parted her lips, and took the head inside her mouth.

Applejack had always imagined that this would be an unpleasant experience, that it would taste awful, or that the sheer humiliation would be too much. But it just tasted like his skin. The normal salt and oils that covered his entire body, they were no different there. She took it a little further in, and then withdrew, providing suction on the head as she did so, eliciting a pleased groan from Lewis. She grinned. She could get to like this.

She took the shaft further this time, rougher. "Ow! Easy there Applejack, don't bite it."

She nodded her understanding. "Sorry, got carried away."

He patted her head, still enjoying himself. "Its alright, just try to keep your teeth off of it."

She continued, slowly taking more and more of the shaft as she worked herself into a rhythm. Without realizing it, Applejack had entered a trance of sorts, each motion bringing a little bit more of Lewis' length into her mouth. She only noticed when the tip hit the back of her throat, and she gagged a little.

Lewis watched as she coughed down his shaft, and it took him to new heights. He wanted her worse than anything. "Applejack," he said, lifting her head to look at him, "That was wonderful. Let me do something for you."

Applejack found her hind-quarters lifted up and over Lewis' head, so that her soaked pussy sat just above his face. The juices were flowing now, dripping onto his face. He opened his mouth and tasted a few droplets. Delicious. It was time to show her what she was capable of feeling.

Applejack clamped down on a shriek when Lewis' tongue lapped at her drenched slit for the first time. The feeling of the little muscle working her hole drove her wild, and she tried not to hump his face, not entirely succeeding. She had never felt less dignified, and by the same token, she had never been happier. Working his way along the fleshy trench, he made his way from her hole to the hard nodule that pulsed with heat. He flicked her clitoris with the tip of his tongue, and it sent her over the edge entirely. As her orgasm sent rippling currents of pleasure through her nervous system, she released a torrent of love-juice all over Lewis' face.

"S-sorry," Applejack mumbled, lying on her side as the pleasure warmed her body, "Ah didn't mean tah . . . ."

But she couldn't finish because Lewis was there, over her, his member hard and ready. "Don't ever apologize for something like that," he said, his smile taking on a fierce look.

Applejack didn't even think. She rolled on her back and opened her legs. There were no more words.

Lewis entered her, and the pleasure took on a whole new meaning for her. He began slowly, as he had promised, getting her used to his presence within her. The fact that Applejack's hymen was no longer a factor made her first time easier, but she was still tight, and that meant that they had to ease her into the process. It was still the best feeling she could imagine.

She could feel so much detail, the texture, every curve and pulsing vein, was hers to explore as it plumbed her depths. Soon, they were breathing heavily again as he entered her, left her, then entered again, each moment of emptiness complimented by a new fulfillment, like a countless series of promises being kept over and over. She came, and then came again, and once more, unable to tell how long they had been intertwined. The sweat of their bodies mingled, and the scent was a natural aphrodisiac, making each more aware of the other and sealing the moment within their memories forever.

At long last, Lewis felt himself nearing his climax. "Inside," Applejack said simply. It was all he needed. After all, he could hardly get a pony pregnant. Right? As the moment came, he forced his length entirely within her, going as deep as he could as he released his seed. The warm wash of fresh cum drove the already fuck-drunk mare into a final, maddening climax. She could hold her cries no longer, and screamed, before they both collapsed, twitching as the endorphin rush carried them away.

"Oh good."

The silly look on Fluttershy's face made Bourbon chuckle. She was so adorable, lying there half-in and half-out of her little dream, to the point she had thought him fictional. Bourbon wrapped her in his forelegs, letting his member lie at half-mast on her inner thigh. This most certainly got her attention. She began to smell of breeding, and that meant good things for him.

"Fluttershy," he said, looking her in the eye. She looked at him now, with eyes fully open. That was good, because what he had to say was important. It was a concept that before, he be familiar with only in the vaguest sense, and it was new and frightening to find that it applied to him now. But it had to be said, and now he had her attention, he knew he had to say it. "I love you."

Fluttershy's eyes widened briefly in pleased surprise then fell into a lazily seductive expression. "Good. Fuck me."

That, Bourbon thought, did not sound like Fluttershy.

She saw his confusion. "Um, I thought maybe you would like it if I was more aggressive. I-I'm sorry. Please don't be mad." She looked down away from his face, worried. She had practiced in front of a mirror every night, to give him a treat when he got back. She had even learned to copy the look Rarity used to get stallions to do what she wanted.

Bourbon kissed her neck, working his way up to her face. "As you wish," he said. He carefully picked her up and set her down on her hooves. "This time," he continued, "we do it the old-fashioned way." Fluttershy looked up into his eyes over her shoulder as he prepared to mount her. She loved him, and he loved her, and now that those things had been said, she could trust him completely. She braced herself.

Bourbon was excited to new heights by the sight of his lover's body, made ready to breed in the age-honored traditional way of quadrupeds. He smelled the juices that slowly dripped from her, running down her legs. He pressed the head of his firm member to her and felt it slide slowly inside. She gasped a few times as his length penetrated her. They were so happily in the moment that, when the last few inches slipped inside, and he had entered her fully, it caught them both completely off guard. She felt no pain, only pleasure at the sensation of his proud cock touching her depths in a way she didn't know was possible.

As he began the rhythm that would take them both to the heights of their pleasure, she squirmed a little, the movement driving him on. Her little shivers and squeals excited him on a deep, instinctual level. She was in heat; there was no doubt in his mind. They wanted it so badly that all control was quickly abandoned. He pumped like a machine, driving himself deep with each thrust. She cried out frequently, and her practice paid off. "Harder!" she howled, acting like a complete whore, and he obliged. There was nothing gentle about this, and she liked it. All too soon, the sensation of his ejaculation filled her body, as the sweat poured off of her. She came hard, but it wasn't enough.

As he slipped out of her, she turned, and promptly took the head in her mouth. "What are you doing?" asked Bourbon. She responded by sucking loudly at the head, then moving her tongue along the shaft, cleaning it, and keeping it hard.

"I'm (slurp) not done with you just yet," she said. She had held on to her secret fetish long enough. She knew what she wanted, and Bourbon was the only one that she trusted enough with her secret desire. She wanted to be treated dirty, and that meant only one thing to her. She turned again, and Bourbon, thinking she simply wanted another round, prepared to oblige.

"No no," she cooed, "not there." She lowered herself slightly, so that the tip was pressed against the sensitive little opening at the base of her tail, the remaining juices on the tip lubricating the rim. This, of course, confused Bourbon to no end. What was this mare after? Unless . . . .

Experimentally, he pressed against her asshole. She growled at him in a very uncharacteristic tone, "Do it already!"

Not one to disappoint, he pressed harder, and gradually forced the tip inside. The difference in the sensations was like night and day. It was tight and warm, but entirely different. Fluttershy was impatient. She had waited for sex long enough, why wait for the true fulfillment of her nastiest desires? She bucked her hips back, jumping the massive meat-stick deeper inside her anus. It felt amazing. In her mind, she was a filthy little slut, and she loved it. She wanted him to pound her. She didn't have to wait long.

Spurred by her encouragement, Bourbon lost no time in punishing the little hole. His thrusts grew more confident as he realized that this was something Fluttershy must have wanted all along. The lubrication left from their first round smoothed the process. Fluttershy had been careful in her cleaning to leave enough to do this. Saliva just didn't do it. The roughness was everything she had hoped for. She felt orgasm after orgasm burn through her system. Soon, she could barely keep her hooves, and found her face pressed into the mattress as her forelegs gave way.

To her delight, Bourbon leaned forward and bit her on her right shoulder, hard enough to leave a slight mark. He had claimed her, left his mark in her flesh, and that was more than she could stand. She cried out a final time, just as he reached his limit, and the explosion of semen that expanded down her anal cavity made her own orgasm utterly and inescapably perfect. It was all they could do. Bourbon and Fluttershy lay together and listened to one another's breathing for a long while, before drifting happily off to sleep, the smell of one another's sexual satisfaction giving them the very sweetest of dreams.

Happy now? Hope you didn't make a mess of your screens. I myself don't know that I buy Fluttershy as being all that nasty in the bedroom, but this isn't even remotely central to the story, and I figured why not just give the clop fans what I'm sure at least a few of them wanted. If you don't like how I write clop, it's probably because this is not the central focus of my writing skills. I'm a storyteller that likes porn, not a pornographer that like's stories. Fair enough? Good. Dedication goes to an ex-girlfriend of mine named Lilly, who was the inspiration for one of the two scenes above. First reviewer to guess which scene she inspired gets their OC inserted in a later chapter. AAAAAAND GO!

-Silas Grimm