| Midnight Vilolations |
| 1 | She could feel warm breath blowing against her rear. A startled gasp struggled to escape past Applejack's gag as her tail flicks about and tried to tuck up between her legs. It was her last attempt to protect herself from what was about to happen. Unfortunately, it did little to stop her friend, now her rapist. More rope wound itself around the end of her braided tail, yanking it up and over her back. The rope snaked around her middle, lashing her tail firmly in place till the only movement she could make was to wag it side to side. Applejack was now exposed, her marehood open to the air. And she could feel it blowing hot against her. Blown from the nose of her best friend. Twilight breathed deep, smelling that thick, musky scent. This was pure heaven. The sweet aroma of a mare, unperfumed. Not covered with sweet oils or fancy soaps. This was raw, primal, and so very intoxicating. "Oh Applejack... You're just the mare I've been needing..." Twilight groaned, her breath hot as she pressed herself against her friend's rump. She couldn't help it, she needed more of that scent. The farm pony's sweat worked up into a musk. Twilight nuzzled and ground against Applejack's flank. She breathed deeply, her nose pressed hard against her friend's coat. Every breath made her head swim, like a sweet drug. Her tongue flicked out, caressing along Applejack's rear. Those bright apples, her friend's cutie mark. The taste was far more delicious than any apple could ever be. She teased and stroked her tongue against her trembling friend, each lap bring more of the musky taste. |
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