MLP EQUESTRIA GIRLS X RWBY: Locked Frequencies

​The ride to Sweet Apple Acres was anything but quiet. Yang sat in the passenger seat of Applejack’s rugged pickup truck, her boots up on the dashboard and her golden hair whipping in the wind from the open window. Every time the truck hit a bump in the dirt road, their shoulders brushed, sending a jolt of that "tether" heat straight through the cab.

​"So, Jackie," Yang drawled, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she looked over at the blonde farmer. "You always drive this fast, or are you just in a hurry to get me alone in that big farmhouse?"

​Applejack’s grip on the steering wheel tightened until her knuckles turned white. "It’s just 'Applejack,' Sugarcube. And I’m drivin' fast 'cause it’s past midnight and cows don't milk themselves come sunrise. Don't go readin' into things."

​"Oh, I'm reading plenty," Yang laughed, reaching over to poke Applejack’s bicep. "Like the fact that your heart is beating so hard I can practically see it thumping against your shirt. You're nervous."

​"I ain't nervous!" Applejack snapped, though her face was the color of a Macintosh apple. "I'm just... responsible. And you're a lot of personality for one truck cabin."

​By the time they reached the farmhouse, the ten-yard rule was making itself felt. The air between them felt pressurized, heavy with a magnetic pull that made every inch of distance feel like a physical ache.

​They stepped into the quiet, wood-paneled room. The smell of cinnamon and old wood was a sharp contrast to the gunpowder Yang was used to.

​"Alright," Applejack said, tossing her hat onto a peg. "My brother and sister are asleep upstairs, so you gotta keep it down. You’ll be stayin' in my room. It's the only one with enough space for two, and keep us from breakin' that ten-yard rule of Twilight’s."

​Yang scanned the room, her eyes landing on the sturdy, hand-carved wooden bed in the corner. "One bed, huh? I like it."

​"It's a big bed!" Applejack defended, already pulling her boots off. "And I'm a sound sleeper. You just stay on your side, and I'll stay on mine."

​Yang started unbuckling her yellow combat vest, the heavy leather hitting the floor with a thud. Underneath, she wore a tight, tan tank top that left absolutely nothing to the imagination—especially with the sweat from the lab making the fabric cling to her muscles.

​Applejack stopped, her eyes traveling down Yang’s toned arms to the curve of her waist. She swallowed hard, feeling that localized heat in her own core start to simmer. "You... uh... you're gonna catch a chill dressed like that."

​"A chill?" Yang stepped closer, closing the distance until she was about three-feet from her. She towered slightly over Applejack, her heat radiating off her like a furnace. "Jackie, I feel like I'm about to melt. And I have a feeling the only way to cool down isn't through the window."

​She reached out, her hand resting heavily on Applejack’s shoulder. The contact was electric. Applejack let out a small, involuntary gasp of breath, her eyes wide as they locked onto Yang’s.

​"I'm a Huntress," Yang whispered, her voice dropping into a husky, dangerous register. "I know how to handle a powerhouse. And right now, Applejack, you look like you're carrying a lot of tension in those shoulders. Why don't you let me help you with those buttons?"

​Applejack’s pride fought with her pulse for about three seconds before her pulse won a landslide victory. "I... I reckon my buttons could use some help," she whispered back.

Applejack let out a long, shaky breath, her stubbornness finally softening as she looked up at the golden-haired brawler. The air in the room felt thick enough to spark, the "tether" between them humming like a live wire.

​"Alright, Yang," Applejack whispered, her voice husky and grounded. "You've been pokin' and proddin' and flirtin' with me since the moment you crashed into that lab. And truth be told, I’m plumb tired of fightin' it. The way you’re lookin’ at me... it’s makin’ my blood feel like it’s boilin’ over."

​She took a half-step closer, her chest nearly brushing against Yang’s. "So, go ahead. Help me with these buttons. Strip me down and expose me like you’ve been dyin’ to do. But you better be ready to back up every bit of that big-talkin' flirtin' you've been doin' all night, 'cause once I start... I don't plan on holdin' back."

​A slow, grin spread across Yang’s face, her lilac eyes flashing with a sudden, burning heat. "About time, Jackie," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "I was startin' to think I’d have to go through a whole barn's worth of stubbornness before you'd admit it."

​Yang didn't waste another second. Her fingers, usually calloused from gripping her gauntlets, were surprisingly nimble as they found the top button of Applejack’s denim work shirt. She popped the first one, then the second, her eyes never leaving Applejack’s green ones.

​"You talk about 'backin' it up,'" Yang murmured, her knuckles grazing the soft, flushed skin of Applejack’s collarbone. "I’m a girl who likes a challenge. And lookin' at you... I think this is gonna be my favorite challenge yet."

​As the third and fourth buttons gave way, Yang peeled the shirt back, letting it slide off Applejack’s strong, tanned, orange shoulders and fall to the floor. Underneath, Applejack wore a simple white sports bra that did little to hide the powerful, athletic curves of her torso. Her skin was a beautiful, sun-kissed amber, glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration that made her look like she’d been carved out of honey.

​Yang’s breath hitched. She reached out, her palms sliding down Applejack’s bare sides, her thumbs hooked into the waistband of the farmer's worn denim shorts. "Wow," Yang breathed, her bravado momentarily replaced by genuine awe. "You're built like a tank, Jackie. A really, really gorgeous tank."

​"Save the poetry for later," Applejack grunted, though she leaned into Yang’s touch, her hands coming up to rest on Yang’s muscular waist. "You started this. Now finish it."

​Yang chuckled, a low, vibrato sound. "Oh, I'm just gettin' warmed up. Let's see how 'farm-strong' you really are when I get you out of these shorts."

Yang didn’t need to be told twice. Her hands moved to the button of Applejack’s denim shorts, the metallic click sounding loud in the quiet farmhouse. She slid the zipper down slowly, her eyes tracking the way Applejack’s stomach muscles rippled with every breath. With a firm tug, she pulled the denim over Applejack's powerful, tree-trunk thighs, leaving the farmer standing in nothing but her simple cotton underwear and white sports bra.

​"Hold still, Jackie," Yang whispered, her voice growing thicker. She reached behind Applejack, her fingers hooking into the elastic of the sports bra. She lifted it over Applejack's head and tossed it aside, then knelt down to hook her thumbs into the waistband of Applejack’s panties.

​In one fluid motion, Applejack was completely exposed.

​Yang stayed on her knees for a moment, simply taking it all in. Applejack’s body was a masterpiece of functional strength. Her legs were thick and solid, the muscles of her thighs clearly defined from years of farming and hauling crates. Her skin was a gradient of tan lines—darker on her arms and neck, fading to a creamy, pale orange on her hips and torso.

​Yang’s gaze traveled up, admiring the firm, round curve of Applejack’s ass before moving to her front. Applejack’s breasts were full and heavy, topped with large, dark-tanned nipples that were already pointing toward Yang like silent demands. Finally, Yang’s eyes landed on the patch of golden-blonde hair between Applejack’s legs. It was kept neat but natural, a thick, soft-looking triangle that was already glistening with the start of her own arousal.

​"God, Jackie," Yang breathed, looking up at the farmer. "You’re not just a tank. You’re… you’re a force of nature. I’ve seen a lot of things in Remnant, but I haven't seen anything as beautiful as this."

​Applejack stood there, her hands on her bare hips, her chest heaving as she looked at the golden-haired Huntress. "Well? You gonna keep gapin' like a fish out of water, or are you gonna do somethin' about it? I’m startin’ to feel like a prize mare at a county fair."

​Yang stood up, her own breathing ragged, her hand moving to the hem of her own tank top. She felt a throbbing heat in her core that was becoming almost painful, the "tether" screaming for more.

​"I’m gonna do a lot about it," Yang promised, her eyes darkening. She looked around the rustic room, then back to Applejack with a mischievous, hungry glint. "But I gotta know… does a practical girl like you keep anything 'extra' in this room? Any toys or… tools we could use to really put that farm-strength to the test? Because I’m feelin' so horny right now I might actually set this bed on fire."

​Applejack let out a low, husky chuckle, reaching over to the nightstand and pulling open a heavy wooden drawer. "I might be a traditionalist in the orchard, Yang, but I’m a firm believer in havin' the right tool for the job."

​She pulled out a sturdy, realistic-looking silicone dildo, the girth of it matching the sheer power of the two girls in the room. "I reckon this might help us manage that 'overheatin' problem of yours. What do you think, Huntress? Think you can handle a little extra weight?"

​Yang’s jaw dropped, a predatory grin spreading across her face. "Jackie… I think I’m in love."

Yang didn’t just take her clothes off; she practically exploded out of them. Her yellow vest, boots, and stockings were kicked aside in a blurred flurry of movement. When she grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head, her massive mane of golden hair flared out like a lion’s.

​Applejack’s breath caught in her throat. She had expected Yang to be fit, but seeing her completely bare was something else entirely. Yang was tall, with long, powerful legs that spoke of a fighter who spent half her time mid-air. Her skin was a vibrant, healthy peach, and her stomach was a washboard of defined muscle that twitched with every surge of adrenaline.

​As Applejack’s gaze traveled up, she couldn't help but stare at Yang’s breasts. They were magnificent—large, firm, and swaying slightly as Yang moved, tipped with bright, strawberry-pink nipples that looked incredibly sensitive. Finally, she looked down. Between Yang’s muscular thighs was a thick, untamed patch of golden-orange hair, already slick and darker than the hair on her head.

​Yang didn’t wait for a compliment. She stepped into Applejack’s space, her heavy, athletic frame dwarfing the farm girl just enough to be intimidating. She grabbed Applejack by the hips with hands that could crush steel and pulled her forward.

​Schlick.

​The sound of their wet pussys pressing together was unmistakable in the quiet room. Yang let out a guttural groan, grinding her pussy against Applejack’s as if she were trying to merge their bodies right there.

​"Oh, gods, Jackie," Yang rasped, her eyes burning with a wild, unhinged hunger. She looked at the sturdy dildo in Applejack’s hand and then back to the farmer’s face. "Let's use that. Right now. I want to fuck your brains out until neither of us can remember what dimension we're in. Put that thing to work and show me what those farm-muscles are really for!"

​Applejack felt her own knees buckle, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. She loved the fire in Yang’s eyes, but she still had her wits about her.

​"Whoa there, ya wild bronco!" Applejack whispered harshly, though she couldn't stop herself from grinding back against Yang’s frontside. "Keep your voice down! My brother Big Mac is just down the hall, and if he hears you hollerin' like a banshee about 'fuckin' brains out,' he’s gonna come knockin' with a shotgun and a whole lot of awkward questions!"

​Yang nipped at Applejack’s earlobe, her breath hot and frantic. "I don't care about Mac. I care about this."

​"I know, Sugarcube, believe me, I do," Applejack groaned, her grip tightening on Yang’s toned ass. She leaned in, whispering directly into Yang’s ear. "But if we’re gonna do this the right way—the loud way—we can’t stay in this house. Follow me. We’re goin' out to the barn. It’s private, it’s got plenty of hay to dampen the noise, and I can pin you against a support beam without worryin' about wakin' the dead."

​Yang pulled back, a wicked, challenged grin crossing her face. "A barn? How very... authentic. Lead the way, Cowgirl. But you better bring that tool with you, because I don't plan on being gentle."

​"Count on it," Applejack smirked, grabbing a couple of blankets and the toy. "Just try to keep your heels from clickin' on the floorboards."

The cool night air of the orchard hit their bare skin like a physical shock, but neither girl slowed down. They sprinted across the dew-slicked grass, two powerful, naked silhouettes racing toward the looming shadow of the barn. The distance between them never exceeding a few feet as they burst through the heavy wooden doors.

​Inside, the barn smelled of fresh cedar and sweet clover. Applejack didn't waste a second, kicking a pile of soft hay into a makeshift platform and snapping a thick wool blanket over it. The silver moonlight poured through the high hayloft window, illuminating the space in a cool, celestial glow that made their athletic bodies shimmer.

​They collided in the center of the blanket before the dust had even settled.

​"Finally!" Yang growled, her mouth slamming onto Applejack’s in a kiss that tasted of desperation and salt. Her hands, large and strong, didn't hesitate to find Applejack’s heavy breasts, grabbing the firm flesh with a possessive grip. "I thought we were gonna have to fuck in silence!"

​Applejack panted into the kiss, her own hands lacing behind Yang’s neck before sliding down to grip the firm muscular ass of Yang’s. She pulled the Huntress flush against her, their bellies sticking together with sweat. "You're so damn loud, Yang. I can feel you vibratin' like a tractor engine."

​"That’s 'cause I’m running hot, Jackie," Yang laughed breathlessly, pulling back to look Applejack in the eye. She trailed her hands down Applejack’s toned stomach, her fingers dancing over the defined ridges of her abs. "Look at you. In this light... you look like a goddess made of gold and grit. I want to bite every inch of you."

​"Talk is cheap, Sugarcube," Applejack drawled, her green eyes dark with a heat that could melt lead. "Show me what those Remnant hands can really do."

​Yang let out a low, predatory chuckle. She slid her hand down between Applejack’s powerful thighs, her fingers immediately sinking into the thick, golden-blonde hair. As she cupped the farmer’s pussy, her eyes widened in triumph.

​"Holy.....! Jackie, you're absolutely drenching!" Yang proclaimed, her thumb finding the swollen clit and grinding into it with a firm, circular motion. The sound of the friction was wet and heavy in the quiet barn. "You’re leaking all over my hand! Does your friends back at that lab know you're this much of a wild thing under those clothes?"

​"They know I'm a hard worker," Applejack gasped, her head falling back as Yang’s thumb did its work. "And right now... I'm workin' real hard not to scream."

​"Well, don't hold back on my account," Yang whispered, her lilac eyes flashing as she gave Applejack a firm, commanding shove toward the center of the blanket. "Get down on your back, Cowgirl. I want to see exactly how wet you can get when a Huntress really starts digging in."

​Applejack hit the blanket with a soft thud, her legs falling open instinctively, exposing her shimmering, pulsating pussy to the moonlight and to Yang’s hungry gaze.

Yang didn't wait for an invitation. She straddled Applejack’s chest, her long, powerful legs framing Applejack’s head as she lowered her hips. "You think you’re the only one working up a storm, Jackie? Look at this."

​She pressed her soaking, wet pussy directly against Applejack’s mouth. The scent of her was aggressive and sweet, a mix of pure adrenaline and feminine musk. Applejack groaned, her tongue darting out instinctively to taste the heavy, hot creaminess Yang was leaking.

​"Yeah, taste it," Yang panted, her head falling back as she ground herself against Applejack's lips for a fleeting, intense few seconds. "But I can't wait. I need to feel you against me—all of you."

​Yang slid down, her skin squeaking against Applejack's as she repositioned herself. She lay down on her side, facing the opposite direction, and hooked her leg over Applejack’s hip. Applejack did the same, their powerful thighs lacing together until their wet, swollen pussies were mashed firmly against each other.

​"Now we're talkin'," Applejack rasped, her hands gripping Yang’s firm backside to pull her even tighter.

​As they began to scissor, the friction was instant and overwhelming. The thick, golden hair between Applejack’s legs tangled with Yang’s curls, creating a coarse, erotic friction that stimulated their clits with every rhythmic slide.

​"Oh, gods, Jackie!" Yang barked out a laugh that turned into a moan. "Your hair... it’s like sand and silk at the same time! It’s hitting me just right!"

​Applejack grunted, her teeth bared in a grin of pure pleasure. She bucked her hips, grinding her clit hard against Yang’s. "I'm gonna rub you so raw you won't be walkin' straight for a week. I want your wetness and mine to turn this blanket into a slip-and-slide!"

​"Do it!" Yang challenged, her voice rising in volume as the heat spiked to a fever pitch. "Fuck me with those hips! I want to feel every muscle in your legs squeezing me! I’m gonna cum all over your thighs and I want you to do the same to me!"

​The sound in the hayloft was a chorus of wet, slapping impacts and heavy, rhythmic breathing. Their bodies, both built for endurance and power, were locked in a stalemate of pleasure.

​"You're so... damn... strong!" Yang gasped, her internal muscles pulsing as she felt Applejack’s clit grinding perfectly against her own. "I can't—I’m gonna blow, Applejack! I’m gonna paint you!"

​"Then let it go, Yang!" Applejack yelled, her own release building like a dam about to burst. "Give me everything you got!"

The friction in the hayloft was reaching a violent, feverish tempo. With their legs hooked and locked, their pelvises were fused together, creating a seal of slick, hot skin. The sound was a rhythmic, wet slap-squelch that echoed off the barn’s timber beams.

​Applejack’s swollen, dark-pink clit was mashed directly against Yang’s engorged, sensitive nub. With every frantic slide of their hips, the coarse golden hair between their legs acted like a thousand tiny needles of pleasure, overstimulating the nerves until both girls were seeing stars.

​"Jackie... your clit is like a little rock!" Yang gasped, her fingers digging so deep into Applejack’s glutes that she left white marks. "It’s grinding me... oh, gods... it’s grinding me into the dirt!"

​"And you're... you're slicker than a greased pig!" Applejack groaned, as she bucked her hips with the power of a woman who spent her days wrestling stubborn livestock. "I’m slippin’ all over ya, Yang! I can’t... I’m gonna break!"

​The tension reached a screaming point. Their internal muscles began to spasm in unison, the molecular friction Twilight had warned them about manifesting as a literal, tingling heat that centered right where their bodies met.

​"I'm cumming! I'm cumming, Jackie!" Yang shrieked, her back arching into a bow, her thighs quivering with the effort of holding the position.

​As the orgasm hit, it wasn't just a pulse, it was a flood. Both girls possessed a secret they hadn't shared: they were both heavy squirters.

​At the exact moment of climax, a pressurized jet of hot, clear fluid erupted from Applejack’s pussy, soaking Yang’s pussy and thighs.

Simultaneously, Yang let out a guttural yell as her own body reacted in kind, a powerful spray of her essence coating Applejack’s belly and pussy. The sheer volume of the release was staggering, the warm fluids mingling and splashing between their locked hips.

​"Whoa!" Yang barked out a shocked, breathless laugh, her eyes popping open as she felt the warm soaking of Applejack’s release hit her. "Are you... did you just—?!"

​"You did it too!" Applejack panted, her eyes wide with ecstatic surprise. She looked down at the puddle forming on the wool blanket beneath them. "I’ll be a kicked mule... Yang, you’re leakin' like a broken fire hydrant!"

​"I thought I was the only one!" Yang yelled, her voice filled with a manic, post-orgasmic joy. "That was incredible! I’ve never had anyone... match me like that! We’re literally drowning each other in here!"

​Applejack let out a hearty, booming laugh, her chest heaving as she slumped against the hay. "I reckon we just turned this here barn into a swimmin' hole, Sugarcube. My heart's racin' faster than a runaway carriage."

​Yang wiped a bit of fluid from her hip and licked her finger, her lilac eyes sparkling with a fresh, predatory glint. "Well, if you thought that was a flood, just wait until we put that heavy-duty toy of yours to work. I think we’ve still got plenty of water in the well, don't you?".

The two powerhouses finally untangled their slicked limbs, the "tether" between them pulsing with a heavy, magnetic throb. As their legs slid apart with a wet sound, both reached for the sturdy silicone tool at the same time. Their hands collided, but Yang’s reflexes, honed by years of combat, were just a fraction faster.

​"My turn, Jackie!" Yang chirped with a wicked grin. She gave Applejack a playful but firm shove, sending the naked farmer flat onto the wool blanket.

​Yang flopped down right beside her, propping herself up on one elbow. The moonlight caught the golden curls of her pussy hair, still dripping from their shared release. She began to make out with Applejack, a deep, tongue tangling kiss that tasted of salt and adrenaline, while her other hand held the dildo, teasingly dragging the head of it up and down Applejack's drenched pussy lips.

​"You like that, Cowgirl?" Yang whispered against Applejack's mouth, her voice a low, vibrating purr. "You’re so incredibly wet for me. I can feel your heart thumping against the floorboards. You weren't kidding about that 'farm-strong' appetite, were you?"

​Applejack’s breathed heav, her hips bucking up instinctively to meet the toy. "Stop... stop your teasin', Yang! You’ve been talkin' a big game since you fell out of the sky. Now put that thing to work before I lose my mind!"

​"Careful what you wish for," Yang chuckled. Using the natural lubricant of Applejack’s own heavy creaminess, Yang positioned the head and, with one steady, authoritative thrust, buried the dildo full-length inside Applejack’s tight, pulsing pussy.

​Applejack’s eyes flew wide, her back arching off the blanket as her internal muscles clamped down hard on the sudden, massive intrusion. She gripped Yang’s muscular biceps so hard her knuckles turned white, her breath gasping in a high, choked gasp.

​She pulled her lips away just a millimeter, her eyes blazing with a raw, unbridled hunger. "Yeah... that's it," Applejack rasped, her voice thick with desire. "That's exactly what I want. Fuck my pussy just like that, Yang! Don't you dare give me a break until I’m squirtin' all over this blanket again! Don't hold back, treat my pussy like it’s a piece of your own land, like it belongs to you!"

​"Oh, you're mine for the night, Jackie," Yang growled.

​She began to pump, her shoulder muscles rippling under her peach-colored skin as she drove the toy in and out with a brutal, rhythmic pace. Thwack, squelch, thwack. The sound of the silicone meeting Applejack's soaking folds was loud and messy in the quiet barn.

​Yang shifted her focus, moving her head down to Applejack’s heavy breasts. She bypassed the pleasantries and took one large, dark-tanned nipple into her mouth, sucking on it with a rhythmic intensity that matched the pace of her hand.

​"Oh, sweet mercy!" Applejack yelled, her head thrashing from side to side in the hay. "You're... you're teatin' me like a wild animal, Yang! Harder! Drive it deeper! I want to feel you hittin' the back! Show me that Remnant strength!"

​"I'm giving you... everything I've got!" Yang panted between bites of Applejack’s sensitive skin. "You're so tight, Jackie... it's like you were made to take this! I’m gonna make you scream so loud they’ll hear you in the next county!"

​Applejack’s hips were a blur of motion, meeting every thrust with a desperate, grinding force. "Let 'em hear! I don't care! Just don't stop... don't ever stop!"

Yang’s arm was a blur of motion, her muscles corded and glistening under the moonlight as she drove the dildo into Applejack with a relentless, punishing rhythm.

​"That's it, Jackie! Give it up!" Yang barked, her voice husky and triumphant. She pulled away from Applejack’s breast, leaving the nipple dark and glistening. "That's right, cum for me! Be my little cum-bucket for the night! Let it all out!"

​The dirty talk was the final spark. Applejack’s core felt like it had been struck by lightning. She let out a series of raw, uninhibited obscenities, her head thrashing into Yang’s golden mane as her body buckled. A massive, pressurized spray of fluid erupted from her, drenching Yang’s hand and the silicone tool as it continued to plunge in and out of her.

​"Oh, sweet mother of....!" Applejack shrieked, her internal muscles pulsing so hard they nearly clamped the dildo in place.

​Even as Applejack shook with the force of her release, Yang didn't stop. She kept the pace high, forcing Applejack to ride the waves of sensitivity until the pleasure became an agonizing burn. Finally, Applejack’s hand shot down, her fingers, strong from years of hauling crates, clamping around Yang’s wrist and wrenching the toy out of her.

​"Alright, alright! Uncle!" Applejack wheezed, her chest heaving as she pushed the dildo away. "You tryin' to turn my insides to butter, ya wildcat? I can't feel my own legs!"

​Yang fell back against the hay, laughing breathlessly. "What happened to 'treat my pussy like it belongs to you,' Cowgirl? I was just getting into the rhythm of it!"

​"The rhythm was fine, but you were about to drum me right through the floorboards!" Applejack teased, her eyes sparking as she caught her breath. She gave Yang a playful shove. "You Remnant girls are plumb dangerous. I reckon it's high time you learned that we pastel colored girls have a bit of 'heavy equipment' experience of our own."

​With a sudden surge of strength, Applejack grabbed Yang’s shoulders and rolled her over. The movement was so fast and powerful that Yang let out a surprised "Whoa!" as she hit the blanket on her back. Applejack pinned Yang’s long, muscular legs wide open, staring down at the dripping pussy between her legs.

​"You like to play rough, huh?" Applejack asked, a predatory smirk on her face. She took the dildo and, instead of inserting it, she began to slap the head against Yang’s swollen, throbbing clit.

​Whack. Whack. Whack.

​"Hey! Oh—!" Yang’s eyes went wide, her hips bucking up as the blunt impact sent shocks of electricity through her.

​"Look at that," Applejack chuckled, slapping it even harder, the wet sound echoing in the barn. "The big, bad Huntress likes a good spankin', does she? Every time I hit you, you're twitchin' like a live wire. I can see you're enjoyin' this way more than a lady should admit."

​"Shut up and... keep going!" Yang gasped, her hands gripping the hay beside her. "I’ve never had someone... use a tool like that! It feels like my brain is short-circuiting!"

​"Is that so?" Applejack now sitting cross-legged at Yang’s side, her posture confident and dominant. She looked at the toy, which was glistening with her own fluids. "Well, since you're so fond of a good wallopin', I got somethin' else for ya. Let's see if you can take a full dose of that 'farm-strong' medicine."

​Using the thick, messy wetness between Yang's legs as a guide, Applejack positioned the dildo and drove it home in one powerful, bottoming thrust. Yang’s head thudded back into the hay, her jaw dropping in a silent scream.

​Applejack began to pump with a steady, mechanical force, but she wasn't finished. She positioned her free hand so that with every inward thrust of the dildo, her palm would come down and firmly smack Yang’s clit.

​"Oh, gods! Yes!" Yang finally managed to scream, her fingers digging into the blanket. She bit her lip so hard she nearly drew blood, her eyes hazy with bliss. "I'm so... fucking happy... I finally found someone who can fuck me properly! Don't stop, Jackie! Break me! Use me! Put your back into it!"

​"I intend to, Sugarcube," Applejack growled, her shoulder muscles bunching as she increased the speed. "I intend to."

Applejack put her full weight behind every thrust. The dildo bottomed out with a heavy thud against Yang’s cervix, while the rhythmic crack of Applejack’s palm against Yang's engorged clit sounded like a whip in the quiet barn.

​"Yeah, you like that sting, don't ya?" Applejack growled, her voice dropping into a rough, dominant register she usually kept for the most stubborn bulls on the farm. She leaned over, her heavy, tan breasts swaying inches from Yang’s face. "Take 'em, Yang. Suck on 'em while I work you over. Show me what a dirty little whore you are, likin' a good clit-spankin' from a country girl like me."

​Yang didn't hesitate. She lunged forward, latching onto Applejack’s nipple with a desperate, biting hunger. Her eyes, usually a bright lilac, were now a dark, hazy violet, shimmering in the moonlight as they locked onto Applejack’s blue ones. She could feel the pressure building in her pussy, a pressurized, throbbing heat that was about to explode.

​As the first wave of her climax hit, Yang wrenched her mouth away, a string of saliva connecting her to Applejack’s nipple. She stared directly into Applejack’s eyes, her face twisted in a mask of vulgar, uninhibited pleasure.

​"Keep fucking me!" Yang shrieked, her voice echoing off the rafters. "Don't you dare stop! Spank it harder, you bitch! Fuck my pussy and slap that clit until I'm screaming for mercy! I don't care about the neighbors, I want you to own me!"

​Applejack didn't flinch. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Yang’s cheek. "You want it? You got it, you fucking whore! This pussy belongs to the Apple family tonight! You’re nothin’ but a place for me to put my work in!"

​The insults were the final trigger. Yang’s back arched so violently her shoulders left the blanket, and a powerful, jagged stream of fluid erupted from her, soaking the dildo and Applejack’s hand. "Yes! Yes, I'm your fucking whore! Fuck me!"

​As the spray subsided, Applejack began to slow her pace, her own muscles aching from the exertion. But Yang wasn't finished. She propped herself up on her elbows, her face inches from Applejack’s, her eyes wild. She grabbed Applejack by the back of the neck and pulled her into a messy, desperate kiss, before pulling away just an inch.

​"I didn't tell you to fucking stop, Jackie," Yang rasped, her chest heaving. "Keep fucking my pussy and spanking my clit! I'm... I'm still right on the edge! I’m gonna cum again! Don't you dare quit on me now!"

​"Well, reckon I can't leave a job half-done," Applejack smirked, her competitive spirit flared. She dived back in, her lips meeting Yang’s in a soft, surprisingly tender kiss even as her hand resumed its brutal, rhythmic slapping of Yang’s clit.

​The contrast, the gentle, loving connection of their mouths and the violent, high-speed friction below, sent Yang over the edge instantly. She let out a muffled, high-pitched scream into Applejack’s mouth as a second, even more intense squirting orgasm tore through her. She shook in Applejack’s arms, her fluids splashing against their bellies as they held the kiss, the "tether" between them glowing with a blinding, white-hot intensity.

Applejack didn’t stop immediately; she gave three more deep, slow grinds, feeling the way Yang’s internal muscles were still fluttering in a post cumming daze. Yang’s eyes rolled back, her breathing deep in a way that was half-pleasure, half-exhaustion.

​"Okay... okay, stop," Yang finally wheezed, her hand weakly pushing against Applejack’s hand. "I can't take no more... I want you to keep fucking me so badly, Jackie, I really do... but I’m seeing double. I just can't take it right now."

​Applejack let out a low, satisfied chuckle, finally ceasing the rhythm. She reached down and slowly, deliberately, pulled the dildo out of Yang’s soaking wet pussy. The sound of Yang’s wetnees was loud and heavy in the quiet barn.

​"I reckon I pushed the Huntress to her limit," Applejack teased softly. She laid down on her side, facing Yang, the dildo held between them. The silver moonlight caught the tool, making the thick, glistening creaminess of their combined juices shimmer like liquid silk.

​"I bet our juices taste real good together, Sugarcube," Applejack murmured, her eyes locked onto Yang’s. She lifted the shaft, positioning it right against Yang’s lips. "Open up. Let's see if we’re as sweet as we are loud."

​Yang didn't need to be told twice. She parted her lips, her tongue darting out to swirl around the head of the dildo, tasting the intoxicating sweetness of their shared climax. Applejack leaned in too, her own tongue working the other side of the shaft. They stayed like that for a long minute, a slow, intimate cleaning of the tool that had just put them both through the wringer.

​"Mmm," Yang hummed, pulling back with a flirtatious smirk. "Definitely sweet. You taste like sunshine and hard work, Jackie."

​"And you taste like trouble," Applejack laughed, tossing the now-clean dildo onto the edge of the blanket. She pulled Yang into her arms, their bare bodies sliding against one another. "I gotta admit, I’ve never had someone pound my pussy quite like that. You’re a powerhouse, Yang."

​"Right back at you," Yang whispered, her voice softening as the adrenaline began to fade. "And hey... sorry for the 'dirty whore' talk and the bossiness. I get a little... intense when I’m fired up."

​Applejack brushed a golden lock of hair out of Yang’s face. "Don't you worry none. I was givin' it right back to ya. We were both just caught up in the moment. It’s rare to find someone who really knows how to work a pussy properly."

​They shared a long, tender kiss, one that wasn't about hunger, but about the solid, grounded connection of the "tether." But then, a distant rooster let out a premature crow, and Applejack winced.

​"Shoot," she sighed. "I’m gonna get about three hours of sleep before I gotta be in the orchard. As much as I’d love to go for more rounds, I think we better head back to the house before Big Mac catches us buck-naked in the hayloft."

​They snuck back into the farmhouse like teenagers, their hearts light despite the exhaustion. Once they slipped into Applejack’s sturdy wooden bed, the "tether fever" finally cooled into a deep, comforting warmth.

​Yang lay on her back, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Applejack curled into her side, resting her head directly on Yang’s soft, heavy breast. Yang’s arm under Applejack’s shoulder, pulling her close, while Applejack reached down, her hand resting protectively right between Yang’s legs, her hand resting on top of Yang's golden locks of hair between her legs and a couple fingers ever so slightly between her slit.

​As they drifted off, the only sound was the wind through the apple trees, two warriors from different worlds finally finding peace in each other's arms.