You suddenly remembered that this fine (inbred, but still) mare actually offered you a home, and where the hay was that apple acre she talked about anyways? Besides, this 'game' of your would take wuite a while to perform, and it was getting late. Dang, your arousal for dominance had gotten the better of your logical processing.... again. Also, you could just use her in other ways. After all, with strong physics come often a weak mind.
"Oh well, maybe another time..." you say to yourself with a disappointed sigh before putting away the jar of applesauce back where it was hiding in your bag together with the spoon. And as soon as little Applejack hardly had noticed her bib being ripped of, you flip up the same kind of pill you recently swallowed and opens her filthy mouth filled with applesauce. You stagger in disgust for a second but finds the courage to just put the pill on her tongue and close her mouth again with both your hooves.
She struggled in the beginning from the annoying object suddenly trying to slip down her throat, but with a little upward jerk, you hear the relieving sound of a swallow.
Applejack's memory flashed back, causing her eyes to cross for a second before she shook her head violently. "Blurgh! Wha' in tarnation... jus happen'?" she asks with suspicious glances everywhere. "An why the hay do ah taste *smack smack*..... applesauce?" she stated after a little taste.
"I dunno about the taste, but you looked a little shook up, so I decided to stop and let you rest" you answer without any exposure of your secret. Luckily, the 'device' has an ability to not being so easy to remember. And even more luckily, you have developed a resistance to it, meaning you always knows what that little thing can do when you are in the mood.
The farmer pony stands up and brushes of any dust that might have gotten on her. She then adjusted her Stetson so it was in place, which it was, and turned to you again. "Uh.... yeah. Wha were we talkin' bout' again?" she asks with a confused frown.
You simply smiles at her, remembering exactly what it was all about. "About getting down in my bridle before dinner..." you answer with lots of self-confidence. "Oh! Right..." she responds with a little blush over her silliness when the last piece of memory came back. The two of you keeps walking to the farm you've only heard about so far...
After the little walk, you have both been very quiet about what happened hardly ten minutes ago. You thought perhaps the farmer filly still tried to understand why her mouth was filled with sauce, something you kept denying about having a clue for the strange occasion.
The farm was revealed in front of you. A big, red barn placed in the center, a smaller house in a distance behind the big building, a wide pail surrounding the entire farm and of course, as you imagined, the apple acres. Big-ass ones reaching out further then you could see.Must be one hell of a job to take care of those. As you both walked closer, Applejack began introducing her family's pride with large gesticulations and praising words about how important this branch of the apple family was, and Discord-knows what else. Your only responses were a couple of "uhu", "oh, really?" and "yeah..." before you had reach up to the big barn. During this ordeal of nonstop talking, you almost regret reversing her. But that sweet flank she had was one of the main reason for why your patience was still alive.
Suddenly, when you were about to simply pass by the barn, Applejack halt and turns around to you. "So... cousin..:" she says with a tone of lust before walking up to your face and plants a kiss right at your lips. You respond by laying your hooves around her neck and struggle back to get the sweet taste of applesauce remaining in her mouth. You was about to get caught in the moment before the 'open-minded' filly pulls back with a string of saliva still connecting your mouths. She pants hard with a smile, heavily aroused to have such a forward mare by her side again.
"So ya wanna lemme tender that made-in-manehattan marehood now.... or ya wanna grab sumthin' to eat first?" she asks, still panting like a horny school filly...
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