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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      My_Little_Pony:_Friendship_is_Magic
  Relationship:
      Applejack/Original_Character(s)
  Character:
      Applejack_(My_Little_Pony)
  Additional Tags:
      barbarian, Jungle, Straight_Shota, Pregnancy, hyper-fertility
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-04 Completed: 2017-04-21 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 27529
****** Applejack Jungle Adventures ******
by Frocto
Summary
     Through the history of ponykind, the times that are most recorded in
     mythology and song are those of great deeds and high adventures. Such
     a time was the Hayborean Age. Such a tale is the story of Applejack
     the Barbarian.
     Sent into the depths of her world's deadliest jungle, can the
     barbarian heroine Applejack defeat one of its greatest beasts, evade
     capture by bloodthirsty tribal natives, and resist a powerful curse
     placed upon her by her own Goddess? And how will she handle being
     saddled with guardianship of one of its youngest members?
Notes
     An Applejack story with a lot of adventure and combat, wherein she
     pairs up with a young tribal boy named Bow. There's muscles, flexin',
     sweatin' and fighting monsters and men alike.
***** Setting Foot In The Toxic Jungle *****
In a world beholden to many secrets kept far from human eyes, there were few
more isolated than the murky, boggy Toxic Jungle. A forbidden land with as much
natural beauty as deadliness, it was the desire of every merchant in the Six
Kingdoms to plunder its depths even once... A handful of the rare natural-
evolved treasures from its deepest depths could make a man's fortune, and while
there was normally no shortage of muscle-bound oafs willing to venture into
danger to pad one's coin purses, not even the most glory-hungry of fools could
be persuaded to readily venture into that particular hellhole.
The habitat itself was ferocious enough on its own, home to dozens of varieties
of life-ending flora, but the beasts that prowled its undergrowth were the true
reason men kept their distance. They had grown into frightening and fantastical
beasts in the shaded darkness, changing to match their poisonous and deadly
surroundings until they could thrive under the dystopian conditions. Slimy
manticores sleeker and faster than their surface-dwelling counterparts... Bog-
dwelling dragons made leathery and brutish from hundreds of generations of
inbreeding with crocodiles... Bioluminescent insects that could pump out enough
poison to fell an elephant! All of these and more lurked in the Toxic Jungle,
running their own evolutionary lines completely undisturbed by the kingdoms of
man.
The Merchant Prince Jordi had promised any adventurer who would venture into
the jungle their weight in gold if they returned with the poison glands of a
great beast known as the Morbusaian. He might have gone empty-handed forever,
if not for the woman who knew no fear.
"’Reckon that bounty’s as good as mine. There ain’t a single critter in this
whole dang jungle I need to fear, no matter how big they’s gettin’!" A boastful
shout to nobody in particular disturbed the otherwise tranquil atmosphere of
the Toxic Jungle. There, amidst the heavy brush and ominously-coloured flora,
paced a lone woman. Not just any woman, but the renowned warrior -Applejack,
beautiful as she was dangerous, powerful as she was arrogant.
But who could blame her? When you could physically look down upon others of
your kind, and strangle monsters to submission with your bare hands, it was
hard not to start to think that you were unbeatable. Applejack, once the
strongest woman the world had ever known, had been visited by a great goddess
of war in her youth, forging a pact that had elevated her to the status of a
legend. With steel-hard skin said to be impervious to any weapon, and towering
over even the tallest of men, if anyone could make the journey into those grim,
blood-soaked depths, it would be her.
It was for that reason that the golden-haired avatar of battle wore very
little. When arrows began to bounce off of her paradoxically supple flesh, she
saw little need to cower behind armour. She proudly displayed most of her
unblemished figure, the only exceptions could be traced back to feminine
modesty, essential functionality, or a trophy of some sort. The vest she wore
was among those trophies, it possessed a lengthy, mane-like shawl of dark fur,
wrested from the Gore-Wolf that had previously been its owner. It hung loosely
on her frame, never fastened, and for good reason. For in addition to her
impressive height and awe-inspiring martial prowess, Applejack had been blessed
in another way, a way that was only spoken of in hushed whispers, far from her
earshot. Applejack's chest, simply put, was immense. Twin, wobbling globes that
seemingly stuck out a full foot in front of her. They were only constrained by
a bikini-like harness that tentatively bridged the collar at her neck to the
leotard-esque leather garment around her bizarrely thin waist. It was said that
wherever she went, her breasts were first to arrive, and looking at her, it was
easy to believe.
And if her breasts were the first to arrive, Applejack’s ass was definitely the
last to leave. Firm, globular cheeks bulged off her frame, no less diminished
in their awe-inspiring size for a lifetime of exercise, but infinitely more
toned and smooth. One could run their tongue over every last inch of those
cheeks without encountering a single bump or blemish, only the flavour of
bronzed Amazonian bitch. Coupled with a veritable mile of toned legs that
extended from curvy rear to boot-clad calf, Applejack had inadvertently become
the fantasy of many males throughout the realm.
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For three days and three nights, Applejack tirelessly carried on into the
deepest, darkest depths of the Toxic Jungle. She would have searched for as
long as it took to find the Morbusaian, yet even her herculean body had its
limits. Even the world’s strongest army could hardly march on an empty stomach
and her supplies were being stretched thin...
To make matters worse, glimpses of a great beast came to her when she least
expected them. She had discovered some time ago that the exterior of the deadly
jungle that had claimed so many lives was merely the skin of a greater, more
terrifying whole. On puncturing it and diving inside this core, the supple-
fleshed warrior found she had plunged hundreds of feet down into a place almost
like another world. In the darkness below, she walked paths that had never been
touched by human feet and breathed musty air that had never entered the lungs
of an outsider. Navigation was only possible by wavering floating lights,
glowing fungus and her own keen eyes.
On the occasions where the light dimmed and she had only scant moments to hurry
to another source, she surely enough became aware of something large and
primordial hunting her, waiting for an opportune moment to reveal itself. And
as her hunger overtook her once again and she considered finishing her rations,
it came to her.
On the fourth day, she found a great tree that glistened wetly with the layers
of slime coating it. An interlocking criss-cross of hundreds of arm-thick green
and purple vines hung on its great bulging bulk, pulling down branches and
lending it a ghoulish appearance. The vines mummified the tree, holding it down
to the earth.
As she approached, she caught sight of great bulging fruit, each blue orb the
size of her head at the least, and some even larger. The smell was
intoxicating, promising refreshment to her aching joints and her burning
throat, and yet... As she stepped closer and seized one of the low-hanging orbs
with both hands, something did not seem quite right.She paused just long enough
to become aware of a scratching sound overhead, eyes darting skywards.
Two potent predators came face to face with each other.
The Morbusaian was a great and heavily-scaled lizard 18 feet long, with several
long dorsal-fin spines ridged along its back. The brown-coloured beast had its
fore, centre and hindlegs dug deep into the tree’s bole, keeping it planted
firmly on the wood. It was hard at work pumping its magical venom deep into the
tree’s sap system, flooding it with the magical substance that would bring the
carnivorous beast a healthy diet of prey.
Applejack looked down at the fruit clutched in her hands and became aware of an
oily substance moving under the skin... So this was how the beast hunted its
prey! Her eyes then moved to the base of the tree, where dozens of animal
skeletons were gathered around large, poison-swollen fruits with single bites
taken out of them. She growled under her breath and cast it aside, reaching for
her weapon.
And not a moment too soon! The creature unstuck its long, barbed tail from the
three and swished the dripping, steel-coloured tip in the air malevolently. If
she wouldn’t eat the fruits, he had plenty of other ways to inject her with
poison! His bulk dropped from the tree’s trunk and hit the ground hard enough
to dislodged dozens of vines, sending green whipping all around the pair. A
quick duck of her head was all that stood between Applejack and having her
skull smashed in as a green lasso went soaring over her.
The jungle shook as the monster roared, then began racing towards her on six
strong legs!
"I reckon you'd look mighty fine mounted on my wall. Iffin' I had one!" The
proud warrior never missed the opportunity to let out a boastful cry in the
heat of battle. If it were not for the fact that the fiend had been charging
toward her this very moment, she might have added a few insults about the
thing's parentage. In any case, the barbarian was forced to bring her weapon to
bear in preparation of the reptile's assault. The Morbusaian was in for an
unpleasant surprise.
Such a weapon! Applejack clutched a tremendous, curved axe, as tall as a man
and nearly twice as heavy, so large only the strongest of men could hope to
lift it using both arms. Commoners had no chance of even that. And yet, here
and now, Applejack lifted it towards the beast with a single hand, the enormous
bladed head gleaming even in what little light the depths of the Toxic Jungle
had to offer.
But even with her trusty weapon at the fore, Applejack could not simply meet
the monster's charge with one of her own. While she could assuredly take no
real damage from the monster from the outside, it's potent toxin could very
well prove to be lethal, should it get it into her body.
She was in no hurry to test if that was true.
Jumping back, the amazon warrior dodged the Morbusaian's initial charge,
circling around it as she waited for an opening. Its fangs and tail were
equally discolored and oily, speaking of their virulent nature. She would have
to treat this monster as if it possessed an equally-ravenous head on each end,
both eager to bite into her flesh and have her join the numerous skeletons that
decorated the base of that sweet-smelling tree.
The beast was content to circle with her just as tightly, angling its spined
neck this way and that. It did not comprehend the nature of the glinting weapon
clutched in her hands, only that its prey had it upraised between the two of
them. It hissed at her in a long, guttural sound never before heard by human
ears. It hoped to scare the busty one into lowering her guard and presenting
something juicy to sink its fangs into, but she was a steely one. A worthy foe
for itself.
The great monster rushed the amazon, throwing all its way into a berserker rush
and hoping to overrun her. That gigantic bulk came crashing towards her, belly
fat enough to leave a deep furrow in the dirt. The Morbusaian bulldozed its way
across the clearing, tossing up clods of grass and moss and roots as it circled
with her around the large tree.
Finally, it backed the woman's plump butt up against the bole of that ancient
growth. The monster threw its head back, snarling, then pounced, launching ten
tons of scales and slime and hungry lizard towards Applejack. There would be no
time for another headstrong boast, or a proud taunt towards the vicious beast.
Its nightmarish roar set a flock of birds to the air somewhere in the dense
jungle above. It ripped stones and clods of dirt free of the steep walls around
them, filling the air with a fine dust. The piercing loud wail left Applejack
stunned, which was exactly what the Morubsaian had been waiting for.
The predatory animal circled around her, snarling and snapping each step of the
way. Eventually it couldn't wait another moment and dug all six of his
ferocious claws into the dirt, preparing to strike. The Morbusaian leapt
straight towards the powerful blonde, aiming to sink its serrated, dagger-like
fangs into her supple flesh.
But to Applejack, the airborne bulk was just a blur of motion and movement as
she continued to reel. Precious seconds she needed to use responding were being
rapidly burned up.
All the monster's considerable weight was behind this most decisive of strikes.
but in what was perhaps the reptile's greatest mistake: It had underestimated
its quarry. Applejack had not developed her ego from words and physique alone.
She had built it over countless victories and conquests against both man and
monster, some even larger than this one!
She had reeled from the shockwave of it's ghastly scream, but had recovered
with just enough time to evade. Applejack did something she had done only a
handful of times before: she knelt to another. As she moved downwards onto one
knee, the lizard's trap-like jaw clamped over nothing more than a good deal of
rotted bark. Before the creature could take another bite, Applejack rose,
driving her knee straight into its underside. Organs and tissue it had
considered safe from attack were now rupturing from the blow to its fleshy
underside. It had thought itself untouchable, and was now paying the price! Its
own reckless charge amplified the force of her blow, knocking the weighty beast
onto its back. It skidded through the mud a good few feet before coming to a
complete stop, belly upturned.
The largest predator in all the Toxic Jungle had met its defeat against a
single woman, born of a mortal. Applejack was free to approach, as long as she
was mindful of that whipping tail. The beast's eyes met hers and it let out a
mournful cry, its last breath before she silenced it. Applejack ended the
wretched thing's life with a single chop of her axe
The work of retrieving the poison glands was short and brutal. She made a quick
incision in the throat with a hunting knife, working carefully. With a vista of
reds and whites and pinks laid out for her, the barbarian sought for a fist-
sized pair of purple, veiny sacks. Finding them, she closed her hand around the
bulges and tightened her bicep, dragging them free. As she did so, slimy black
goop oozed from the fleshy tubing hanging underneath. It splattered the carcass
with foul-smelling fluids and she covered her nose.
Now all that remained was the trip back to the perverse merchant, where he
would shower her in gold. She could live the rest of her life swimming in fine
wine and food! If only she'd known of the danger lying in store for her! There
was one more adversary waiting for the woman on the road back to the Merchant
Prince's Keep. It was no beast of the jungle, but something far worse. For
Jordi had rivals far and wide in the human world, and one such enemy, a desert
princess, desired the poison glands for herself.
At that very moment, a human tribe living on the outskirts of the jungle were
rousing themselves to the hunt nearby. There was only one place that allowed
transit to and from the Toxic Jungle, and they knew the area well. When
Applejack arrived, they were already waiting for her.
There was a sheer cliff face leading up and out of the Toxic Jungle. She could
make the climb easier by using the thick vines and moss growing up the side of
the cliff. If attacked, she could take cover in the dozens of trees growing
along its surface. They had grown their roots deep in the cracks, making them
longer and wider over hundreds of years.While Applejack stood at the base of
the cliff, planning her climb, forty strong men were hunkering down at the top.
The large dark-skinned natives had brought hand-crafted longbows. They rumbled
with sinister laughter as they nocked arrows designed to fell elephants.
"Something ain’t right...." Applejack murmured in concern, several steps into
her climb. Right when she was about to start planning as to what kind of
delicacies she would treat herself to first, the barbarian had noticed there
was something unusual about her surroundings.
Here in the heart of the Toxic Jungle she should have been able to hear the
cries of birds, but her ascent was met with a deafening silence punctuated only
by the clatter of small stones tumbling down from above. It was so very
unusual, Applejack found herself gazing towards the ledge of the cliff... just
in time for an immense arrow to whistle past mere inches away from her ear. It
was followed an entire wave of identical missiles, dense enough that they were
flying towards her like rain.
"You jus’ made one heck of a mistake!" Applejack bellowed to her shadowed
attackers atop the cliff. Clearly, she had walked into an ambush, and by a
sizable force no less, if the amount of arrows sailing past her body was taken
into consideration. It wasn't too surprising, the barbarian had been due for
another sneak attack by those who wished they could be half as mighty as she.
Applejack had stopped keeping track of the enemies she had made, they all
underestimated her, just like these ones were doing now. They thought
themselves unassailable atop the cliff, and Applejack an easy target in her
climb. What they didn't know was that she could climb much faster when she was
angry.
Each of the hunters had sacrificed years of their lives learning their trade.
Every one of these men was a trained survivalist, able to live in the jungle as
comfortably as his own home.They'd spent days hunkered down in the undergrowth,
spying the deadly creatures that lurked on the outskirts of the Toxic Jungle.
Each of them had felled, skinned and prepared creatures that the civilized
people of the Celestine Kingdoms told their children about to scare them into
behaving
It had all been to prepare for moments like this. After years of hunting the
world's deadliest game, they could nock an arrow, aim and loose the string
almost entirely by muscle memory.
Applejack knew she had to move quickly if she wanted to engage them on the
summit. At least there they'd be fighting on even ground. The path to the top
of the cliff was treacherous, but with no other options, she began to climb,
ducking her head under arrows or deflecting them with her steel palms.
The rock was craggy and provided frequent handholds, and once she was climbing
amongst the many trees growing out of the cliff, their branches began to absorb
fire intended for her. A single arrow would never be enough to kill the
greatest warrior the world had ever known, but it could slice a tendon or leave
a hand too wounded to get a firm grip on the rocks.
Soon, she was halfway up the cliff's face, the ground a vertigo-inducing
splotch below her. Applejack paused in her climb to wipe the sweat from her
brow and snap an arrow wedged deep into her bicep. The muggy air made her
muscles ache and her vision teem with illusions. How easy it would have been to
just let go and fall!
Then, the woman realized the fire had temporarily stopped. She cast her eyes
upwards to see the natives were changing their tactics: a felled log, thick
around as a man's body, had been brought forwards and rolled to the edge of the
cliff. The angry fiends were gathered around it, shrieking insults in their
native tongue at her before they hurled the log straight down at her.
When Applejack suddenly found her position on the cliff unnaturally shaded, she
had to give them some credit. Their back-up plan wasn’t half bad. She had been
gaining ground on their position despite the hail of over-sized arrows, but a
glance upward revealed something that would be a bit trickier to surmount. Had
she been on the ground, it would have been child's play to simply catch the log
and toss it aside. But with three limbs relegated to keeping her position on
the cliff secure, catching the immense length of timber was not a viable
solution.
Acting mostly on her honed instincts, Applejack tensed her muscles, and lunged
towards what she hoped was a handhold towards her left, the sudden burst of
movement sending countless pebbles falling toward the ground in a potent
example of what could very well happen to her. But the barbarian never once
contemplated a chance of failure. Instead, she tensed her formidable muscles in
her right arm, mustering all the strength she could… before planting a
resounding palm-thrust into the left side of the heavy log. For a moment, all
it's momentum seemed to have been halted, as if the blonde had caught all that
wood in a single hand.
But then the log tilted vertically, the brunt of its weight spinning away from
Applejack. it tumbled harmlessly to her right, and it became clear to the men
she had deflected it with a well-placed strike. Was there nothing this woman
couldn’t do to foil their efforts?
As an echoing crash resounded up the cliff, Applejack's enemies began to peek
up over the ledge, to see if their gambit had bore fruit. Contrary to their
expectations, they could not see a sign the towering blonde's body...until a
muscled arm reached up and grabbed an unlucky soul by the collar, easily
pulling him over the edge to meet the same fate as the log.
Applejack had made it to the top.
The air was still as the big-breasted beast of a woman hauled herself all the
way up onto solid ground. The clearing was dotted with dozens of large, dark-
skinned natives, remorseless pigs who wouldn't rest until they had her head on
a pike. Their bloodshot eyes were bulging; a mixture of confusion and rage
overtaking the men.
She heard the sound of an axe clearing its belt-loop to her right moments
before thudding footfalls forced Applejack to action. She dove to the side and
tucked her head in, hitting the ground arms-first and turning it into a
sprawling roll. The practised motion saved the warrior woman's life as the axe
sliced through thin air. With honed reflexes, Applejack leapt to her feet and
braced her back against a sturdy, lichen-choked bole.
"What sort of monster are you?" roared a man. His voice was almost drowned out
as another dozen arrows took to the arrow. The sound of splintering wood filled
her ears.
The climb had left her woozy and slow to respond. She didn't have the energy
for another dodge like that for the moment. Applejack's arms and legs were
screaming in pain. The urge to simply give up and fall to her knees was there,
lurking in the darkness. She could easily surrender to the searing sensations
in her calves and forearms and collapse.
But even a moment's rest would be the death of her. Time to rest? There was no
time for anything but fighting and dying in the Toxic Jungle. She would not die
here, her fate was much grander than that. What she needed was a distraction,
something to buy some time.Her eyes turned upwards to the ancient tree she was
braced against. Why not return their previous favour?
"The strongest sort, I reckon!" Applejack shouted back, before tightly gripping
the tree’s trunk. Since she’d started using it as cover, the great rotting wood
had become increasingly arrow-laden, until it was totally inundated with sheafs
intended for her.
To a an outsider, it might have appeared the barbarian woman had finally lost
her mind: her posture made it clear that she was trying to uproot a tree with
her bare strength alone, despite it being near a size and a half larger than
the log she had been 'forced' to deflect. Just overcoming the impressive
collection of roots that maintained the tree's irrevocable hold upon the earth
was beyond mortal means.
However, as Applejack grunted and pulled, the inconceivable happened. The tree
shook. Then it moved. And then, with a symphony of echoing cracks and
thunderous booms, the enormous tree rose up from the craggy ground they all
stood upon, its snapped and twisted roots the only indication it had ever been
planted there in the first place. Slowly but surely, Applejack became visible
as the busty barbarian herself proceeded to heft it up over her head with a
root in each hand, a wicked grin upon her face. This wasn't the first time she
had improvised a weapon, but it could have very well been the first time she
felt so good about it.
"Alright then. Which one of y'all has the spine to try me first?"
The men's training and martial prowess meant nothing against this level of
strength. They witnessed the fury of a God, as if it were something taken from
their dreams and fantasies, brought to the here and now. Applejack was exerting
her impossible strength on real, physical things they could see and touch.
The men’s hearts sank as an almighty groaning and creaking of wood reached
their ears. The tree's roots were being hewed in half, or ripped free of the
soil wholesale. The foliage overhead heads rustled, the long shadow being cast
over them changing with the flow of light winds.
It all came with eerie clarity. All the details they were forced to acknowledge
settled on their minds with a sickening weight. An act of strength that simply
should not be possible forced its way into their reality. They could see their
lives ending in those bulging female muscles and those cool, almost-relaxed
eyes.
Her new weapon in hand, Applejack was free to face down her enemies on more
even grounds. Their numbers advantage seemed to have lost its weight. Back when
they'd accepted the job they'd laughed at the idea of sending fifty men to kill
one woman, and yet... How many could she kill with one swing? They were just
normal men, a blow from the tree's thick trunk would shatter collarbones and
break spines.
And then there was the economy of the weapon. How many men could she hit with
one swing? As she watched them, tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth,
she wasn't contemplating their strength as enemies. She was figuring out how
many she could hit with one swing.
"Draw your weapons!" roared their chief in their harsh tongue. Applejack knew
only the basics, but even then she could easily detect the quavering in his
words. "Spread out! Go in all at once!"
One by one, steel blades glimmered in the afternoon sunshine as weapons were
drawn. Weapons forged by master craftsmen were pitted against dark, wet wood,
thick around as a horse's stomach and coated with moss and bugs. The silence
was pierced by the angry growling of men who wanted to cheat their fate.
Resentful of the woman's absurd strength and beauty, they charged her all as
one.
"All at once!? Why... Yer jus' making it easy for me now, fellas!" Applejack
roared in laughter, adjusting her titan-grip upon the base of the tree as the
first of her would-be assassins appeared to have stepped into the range of her
improvised weapon. Their plan was to swarm her in close combat, under the
assumption that the mighty tree she hefted would be too cumbersome to use with
so little distance between them. However, the natives had severely
underestimated the strength of the barbarian they now faced. With little more
than a shift in her posture and a well-placed foot to brace herself, Applejack
begun her first swing far earlier than any of her enemies imagined was
possible...until now.
Coasting mere inches above the ground, the enormous tree was swung in a wide
arc in front of Applejack, catching a good manner of brutes in the side with
all the force of a siege weapon. The lucky ones were either force to the ground
or knocked aside, undoubtedly suffering the kind of broken bones that would
decidedly put them out of commission. As for the unlucky ones...they were
taking the express route down the side of a cliff in a matter most ironic
considering their earlier assault. One swing. One swing was all it took to
dispatch a whole squad's worth of trained fighters and mercenaries. There was
still many left, however, and to their credit, they had barely slowed their
charge even as their a good number of their brethren had been taken down so
quickly. They had wagered that there would be no way for Applejack to reverse
her weapons momentum in time to strike them as well. But to their horror, they
realized all too late that had never been Applejack's intention. Continuing her
swing much farther than was necessary, the amazonian warrior did not stop.
She was coming back around for another swipe.
Like a trained caber tosser, Applejack made slight adjustments of her feet with
each turn, keeping her centre of gravity lined up with the end of the weapon
orbiting her body. Whenever one of the tribals got close to her, she shifted
away, half-leaping, half-staggering, across the open field. Their commander was
too stunned for words at first, simply watching his organized rows of men be
sent flying to the earth and sky.
When he finally found his voice again, it was with a great shout. "Back away!
Archers, take her down!"
By the time he gave the command, however, the dozen or so archers were among
the last fodder at his command. Each man among their number had been handpicked
for the task of archer, chosen for both the immense forearm strength necessary
to draw their great bows, and the height of a giant, so as to be able to hold
the weapon steady and not scrape it along the ground while firing. Like their
fellows, they were among some of the best in the world.
Applejack let out an almighty bellow as she came to a standstill, feet spread
far apart. Her immense chest was heaving with the incredible exertion of her
action, dry mouth sucking in full lungfuls of air. A wall of arrows took to the
sky, casting a long shadow of her form.
In place of the cries of a wound beast, they merely heard a series of dull
wooden thuds as the arrows pounded home into the trunk of the upraised tree
still clasped in her arms. Applejack lowered the now-studded bole and began
judging the distance between herself and her enemies.
"You oughta reckon somethin' less wasteful than expensive arrows when I gots
something like this! Here, lemme do you an honesty and... give... them...
back!" she laughed. Applejack taunted her determined foes, widening her stance.
She had to admit that she was a little impressed they hadn't all turned tail
and fled at the sight of a good number of their comrades being flattened or
knocked skyward by the tremendous tree she wielded. Clearly, these weren't her
typical would-be assassins and opportunists who frequently dogged her in her
travels! But the prospect of a challenge only enthused the amazon to fight even
harder than before, and it soon became clear that she had adopted the unusual
stance for one purpose alone. She was about to throw that very tree like the
largest javelin that ever was.
Applejack could see the look of confusion on her enemies faces. It was one
thing to hoist or swing the tree, but to attempt to launch it the great
distance that stood between her and the gathered archers? It was impossible!
Absurd! And yet, as Applejack dug her heels down into the earth, she prepared
herself for it's launch. Unimaginably powerful muscles tensed up her body,
carrying a force that originated in her legs with the forward step she took,
and traveled all the way to her arms, which compelled the thick tree to move.
In less than a second, it had left the barbarian's grip. A moment later, it was
more than a foot in front of her. Another second after that, it was already
halfway towards her enemies, careening at a velocity once believed to be
unobtainable...
The Commander of the small unit of tribesmen went to hit the dirt a little too
late. The tree struck him in the shoulder, and he crumpled almost instantly.
His body hit the ground in a heap, and the men around him were thrown into a
panic.
"She's a monster! A real monster!"
Lesser warriors might have turned and fled, but these honourable brethren
seemed content to tough it out to the end. With her improvised weapon out of
her hands, the playing field was a little more level, and the remaining
swordsmen could close with her, while the archers continued to fire volleys
from a distance.
Applejack soon found herself in close quarters with three berserkers. On any
other battlefield these tall, shaven-headed brutes were titans able to knock
down multiple men at once with their sheer strength, or send them flying like
ragdolls with a single punch. Each was a scion of his house, carrying a
uniquely forged blade with their family's insignias on it and a multitude of
carvings and beads that each told a story. They had fought in countless
theatres of war as highly-sought mercenaries for their great size and strength,
and yet the tallest of them still only came up to Applejack's shoulder! But
still, fighting all three at once would be suicide. Applejack backed away,
looking to use the terrain to her advantage, which made them pause a moment.
One called in his tongue for archers to fire, and a wall of fire locked off an
entire avenue of escape to her.
"The poison! Who has the poisoned arrows?" growled one of the men as he pounced
on her, double-fisting his sword to bring it down on her weapon. The blow would
have broken an ordinary man's arms, but all it did to Applejack was make her
feet sink into the mud a little more.
Poison! Sure enough, on his word, the other archers parted to let through a
young man who looked like he had no place on this battlefield. He was more of a
pack animal than a soldier, with six bags around his hips and multiple pouches
hanging from his chest. He buckled under the weight of an immense backpack
bristling with supplies. The small, freckled figure with locks of bright-red
hair looked out of place amongst all these brutes. He dropped the backpack and
began digging inside, fishing out quivers of arrows for the arrows that dripped
a cloying purple fluid. The rare and precious tree-sap that the arrows were
coated with was the most valuable man-hunting resource they could bring to
bear, with all the trees of the Toxic Valley together only bringing up a small
jar's full a year. Now they were throwing it around like candy, and she was all
the more in trouble for it!
"Poison? Listen, sugarcube, you really think I'd'a come to the Toxic Jungle if
I were afraid of a little poison? You're gonna have to do a whole lot better'n
that!" Applejack shot back.
While knocking back another one of their berserker's furious blows, she caught
a glimpse of some unassuming boy scurrying around the remaining archers. The
amazonian warrior had taunted the mercenaries with the futility of their latest
gambit, but in truth, she wasn't actually certain if she was impervious to the
effects of toxins. Certainly, she possessed the strength to crush boulders and
a body able to shrug off any mundane weapon, but she had never exposed herself
to venom to see if that superhuman resilience extended to an attack from the
inside.
This, coupled with the fact that her melee opponents were refusing to back away
even knowing that they'd be in the target area of said poison-tipped arrows,
meant that they were willing to lay down their lives if it meant taking her
down. They were unrelenting with their attacks, even as it seemed as if all it
was amounting to was a momentary distraction. But at the same time, that's all
it would take to let one deadly arrow pierce her skin, and send it's lethal
contents coursing to her heart. Applejack had to act quickly. Finish the ones
close up, and then make the survivors regret not being cast down sooner, when
she was in a far more favorable mood...
The first Berserker made a misstep a few minutes into their fight. Weary and
worn down from his blows missing their target by inches, he stepped into a
position where he could use his blade to block if need be. It was a clumsy move
not accommodating for a superhuman opponent, and Applejack was quick to take
advantage.
A two-handed overhand swing came down on the man. He raised his sword to
attempt to parry, only realizing his folly at the last moment. Applejack's
mighty axe struck his weapon with a great ringing sound, followed by the
unmistakeable gut-churning ringing of his sword shattering into a dozen
fragments. His cry of pain and fear was abruptly silenced as Applejack sliced
through his armour and into the muscles beneath.
She had conquered dozens of powerful foes today alone, felling some of the
strongest warriors this had to offer, yet the busty, heavyset Amazon still
wasn't permitted a rest. Her muscles were still being galvanized to war, no
matter how much they ached.
A volley of poison-tipped arrows were let loose at her current location, the
Amazon evading all but one of them. The satisfaction of evading strike after
strike was suddenly cut short by a prickling sensation on her arm, and then the
feeling of blood mixing with the unwanted foreign substance. With her
accelerated heart rate in the midst of combat, the dirty dark liquid would flow
through her body even faster, shorting out light and life with its passage.
She had no way of knowing if she'd live through this. The thought that her life
was over, and continuing to fight was pointless, flitted through her mind, only
to be instantly cast aside! It was not an Amazon's place to choose when her
fighting was over! She would continue to crush her foes until none remained!
Applejack knew that whatever toxin just had been introduced into her system
could not have been good. Her mind initially raced with what could happen as a
result, jumping from total paralysis and suffocation to a messy liquefaction of
her innards. All imagined possibilities ended with her untimely death, and yet,
faced with this, the barbarian smiled. If death was inevitable, there was no
reason to hold anything back now. Letting loose a fierce battle-cry that could
shake even the most stalwart of knights, Applejack barreled onto the second
berserker at a breakneck pace, and put everything she had in a horizontal
swing. Her bald foe didn't even have the time to attempt to block the strike
with his weapon, and Applejack's battleaxe barely slowed down as it passed
through one side the man's abdomen and exited the other, effectively separating
him from his waist down. His body spun in the air in a gory spectacle, blood
spraying from both severed stumps and splashing crimson on Applejack's body. As
the last of the berserkers witnessed this, he faltered for a single moment, his
sense of self-preservation resurfacing when faced with this avatar of
slaughter.
The Amazon took advantage of this momentary hesitation, and was upon the man in
the blink of an eye. Only, instead of striking him down with her bloodied axe,
she grasped the man's throat with one of her hands...and went straight into
crushing the life out of him. He dropped his weapon, scratching at the iron
grip around his neck to no avail. Denied of air, his flailing body eventually
twitched to stillness, but by then Applejack had already begun to pace towards
the archers that had shot her, still carrying the dying man in her off-hand.
This band of mercenaries might have finally condemned her to death, but they
would regret their cowardly tactics for Applejack was determined to make every
single one of them perish before she could expire. The archers were next...
The barbarian woman hit the archer's like a stampeding elephant. She struck a
felled tree with her feet and leapt, long golden hair fanning around her
shoulders as she passed through the air. By the time she'd touched the ground,
two of the archers were rolling on the ground, clutching broken arms.
The mountain-woman whipped this way and that, dishing destruction on the
gathered men one by one. Those closest to her drew knives and short blades also
coated in the poison, but despite the sinister flow of dark liquid through her
veins, the woman had barely slowed a bit. Attempts to strike her from unguarded
angles ended in flashes of her ensorcelled steel.
The fight was all but over and the men were finally breaking. Those that could
still run did so, careening away through the bushes and undergrowth, howling in
fear. The others crawled or hid themselves in the undergrowth for fear of
retribution.
Applejack stood at the centre of the fading whirlwind of violence, surrounded
by broken trees, cracked rocks and the remnants of her foes. A great dust cloud
hung in the air, whipped up by the woman's great energy alone. She sucked in
great breaths that made her chest heave. Formed formed abdominal muscles tensed
and untensed. She tossed her head and breathed a great sigh.
Her vision was dimming, but if that was the worst she had to expect then the
storm was truly over. Compared to felling the great Morbusaian and battling a
whole troop of jungle-faring predators, a three-day hike through a mosquito-
infested jungle in the blistering heat should be easy.
The warrior woman was turning to go, when she heard a little whimper just out
of the corner of her hearing. It came to her slightly slower than usual, no
doubt an after-effect of the poison in her body. She whipped her head in that
direction in time to see the small red-haired boy from earlier. He was standing
on a small rock, a child-sized bow clutched in his hands. He looked unsteady
and afraid, like he might drop it at a moment's notice.
"Sorry," he said quietly, cringing away from her like she might just go ahead
and choke the life out of him then and there. He released the bowstring.
Applejack's vision blurred for a moment, her stomach lurching. When she came to
again, three or four entire seconds had passed. And an arrow was poking out of
her belly. The boy watched nervously, ready to run at a moment's notice.
"Ooh, I had just 'bout enough of this! You'll regret that, little runt!" ,
Applejack growled angrily, once the shock of being punctured by yet another
poisoned arrow wore off. She had completely forgotten about the savage's
squire-like boy in her rage, faced with almost-certain death, she saw no reason
to pay any attention to somebody so plain and feeble. After all, what harm
could that boy do, in what an entire troop of battle-hardened mercenaries could
not? As Applejack lowered her hands to grab at the arrow stuck in her abdomen,
she had discovered that her expectations had been succinctly overturned. The
Amazon's mind raced at the improbability of the situation, that she could
actually be harmed by this supplier. Only the combination of masterwork
arrowheads and the near-superhuman strength of the archers had managed to make
one of the toxin-slathered arrows pierce her skin, there should not have been
any way for this whimpering rodent before her to do the same! It was then that
Applejack considered the poison running through her, and the fact she had
relaxed her body upon believing that all her foes were dispatched. Be it by one
or the other, or perhaps a combination of these two factors, she had
unknowingly exposed herself when she let down her guard...and was now paying
the price.
Unwilling to let such a puny man be the one to end her legend, she cast a
baleful glare towards the one perched atop a rock, and stomped towards him,
battle axe in hand. Almost immediately, Applejack realized she had reached the
limits of her strength with her body under assault from the inside. She
ponderously trudged forward as if her legs were mired in the thickest swamp,
and her struggle to breathe reminded her of the trek in the thin-air peaks of
Valtear mountains. Applejack attempted to heft her battleaxe as she drew near,
but when her arms failed to lift the weapon again, she allowed it to fall to
the ground behind her. She didn't need a weapon to beat this brat! The Amazon
was nearly within grabbing distance, all she would need to do was grab the boy,
she could practically crush him beneath her body weight alone! Only, as she
reached out toward his trembling form, grasping his heavily-pocketed coat, the
world began to spin and the ground came rushing toward her.
Everything went dark...
***** Encountering The Goddess *****
Chapter Summary
     Through the history of ponykind, the times that are most recorded in
     mythology and song are those of great deeds and high adventures. Such
     a time was the Hayborean Age. Such a tale is the story of Applejack
     the Barbarian.
     Sent into the depths of her world's deadliest jungle, can the
     barbarian heroine Applejack defeat one of its greatest beasts, evade
     capture by bloodthirsty tribal natives, and resist a powerful curse
     placed upon her by her own Goddess? And how will she handle being
     saddled with guardianship of one of its youngest members?
Chapter Notes
     An Applejack story with a lot of adventure and combat, wherein she
     pairs up with a young tribal boy named Bow. There's muscles, flexin',
     sweatin' and fighting monsters and men alike.
When Applejack came to, she no longer found herself mired in the fields of the
deadly, dangerous Toxic Jungle. Instead, the mighty Amazon awoke on a small,
lush hill, situated in a grassy meadow.
A thick fog hung in the air. It turned her surroundings into indistinct, hazy
shapes, and made the sun little more than a faint, barely-visible glare hanging
distantly in the sky.
The absence of Applejack’s accumulated aches and pains of the last few hours
brought her to the conclusion she must be dreaming. Slowly and carefully
checking her body, she found the oozing wounds and lacerations lacing her
muscles gone.
Applejack listened and heard the sound of rushing water from somewhere nearby.
Rising unsteadily to her feet, the storied barbarian made her way towards it.
Just a few minutes later, she pulled up alongside a rushing river. The water
was cool and clean, a far cry from the Toxic Jungle’s bogs and marshes. In
those lands, water must be specially prepared before consumption, but here she
could sup as freely as she wished.
It was while Applejack silently studied her reflection in the water that she
became aware of another presence nearby. A great woman sat in the water,
totally nude if not for a great collection of extravagant jewelry on her
person. She was a giant many times Applejack's height, tall enough that even
while she was reclining with her legs stretched out, the two could see eye-to-
eye.
Some sort of God or Demon, then.
Long purple hair spilled down around the Goddess's shoulders, interwoven with
emeralds, butterflies of all colours and a crown fashioned from a dozen rubies
that left her forehead bare. A collection of priceless necklaces dangled about
her neck, covering her throat almost completely. Her porcelain-white breasts
were large even for her size, both propped up on a gravid, expansive belly. The
taut skin strained from an otherworldly pregnancy.
Her face was beautiful, with eyes that shone with thousands of years of wisdom.
She projected the aura of a queen and a conqueror, one of the mighty powers
that this dark and savage world turned around.
"Greetings, young warrior, who hath made a pact with ourselves so many years
ago. We see you have become strong... most prodigious... since you accepted the
Goddess's boon."
Applejack had to stifle a gasp. This was her Patron? The one she had made the
pact of power with all those years ago?
The Goddess smiled slyly, puckering full lips that shone as brightly as her
crown’s rubies. "We entreated to you many gifts. A physique to rival the great
mountains of our world. The speed of the wind itself. Powers to rival the
beasts of legend... And yet, you now stand before us.”
"One barely more than a babe has soundly bested you in combat... Not a turn of
events we couldst have predicted... Yes, of this we are quite certain, hohoho~"
The Goddess extended a hand towards Applejack, inviting her into the water.
"Come closer."
But Applejack was having none of it. She began to protest in outrage. "S-
soundly bested in com... Why I never heard such horsefeathers! It were just a
lucky poisoned arrow shot, after I'd already been worn down to a nub, y'hear
me? Them fellas and their cowardly toxins! If I'd had a few more seconds,
I'da... I'da..."
Applejack saw the Goddess’s smile turn to a frown, her lips thinning. The deity
had no patience for excuses. With no recourse but silence, the warrior raised
her mighty shoulders and resigned herself to judgement.
"Naw, you got it, my Goddess. Sure as I'm sittin' here, I finally been beaten.
I'll come along to the afterlife all peaceful-like." While the blonde felt
disappointed with her final battle, she lacked the position to complain.
To be imbued with the power of the gods, and still fall in battle... The Amazon
knew in her heart of hearts that she had no grounds to raise complaints. To do
so would only demean her myriad accomplishments. She had accepted power knowing
this day would come, where she perished on the battlefield. She would never
have grown old, and retired in peace.
Applejack approached the Goddess sitting in the pool with a sense of
acceptance. She fondly recalled all the feats she had accomplished while she
was alive.
Only, just as the barbarian placed one foot into the cool water, in the midst
of reliving one particularly humorous incident with a carriage and a thrifty
baron that tried to short-change her, something 'clicked' in the woman's mind.
She stopped her advance to look up at her patron deity. She hadn't seen her so
vividly in many years, not since she was first bestowed with power, but had the
Goddess always been… so pregnant? Applejack believed she should remember it
better... with those breasts as pendulous as those were hardly something
somebody could forget easily, never mind the belly which looked large enough to
contain an adult man. Certainly, the barbarian could be wrong, but if she
wasn't, did it mean something...?
"Now, ah, Goddess... Iffin' you don't mind me askin', have you always looked
so... maternal?"
The giant and greatly gravid woman let out a delighted chuckle at her subject's
open-faced question. The action set all those curves to a pleasant jiggle. Her
great female abundance rocked playfully with mirth, even as she extended a hand
to the barbarian.
She spoke, her voice a honeyed trickle of warmth: "Not always, I assure you,
Applejack. Come and sit, and I will explain my great size to you."
Step by step, Applejack entered the pool's soothing embrace. A great lightness
overcame her soul as the waters washed over her.
She touched the Goddess’s great belly and felt a great and overwhelming
presence of warmth and safety. Arms like tree trunks rose up with a splash,
gentle ripples radiating out through the stream. They closed around Applejack
from behind and cradled the young adventuress' nude form against the great
endowment of her Goddess's pregnancy.
Immediately, the barbarian became aware of a great amount of lively kicking
coming from within the curve of the dome so large she could lay atop it. The
heat pouring out of the skin stretched tight over that pregnant bulge aroused a
great nostalgia even in that steel-muscled brute, an implacable yearning for
giving and receiving the gift of life. This radiant, glowing Goddess and her
miraculous, supernaturally-sized pregnancy were the perfect picture of what any
woman could aspire to. Maybe even a woman like Applejack, who rippled with
iron-hard muscles, and had slain more men than she could count.
"Over many millenia, I have given my personal gift to countless other iron-
hearted warrior women such as yourself... all with the same promise.”
“And what promise is that?” asked Applejack, her own voice suddenly sounding as
if it came from far away.
“... The promise they would deliver unto me a baby of their own upon their
defeat."
The truth sank in for the first time. Applejack’s breath caught in her throat.
“So... So I ain’t dead yet?”
The Goddess shifted a hand to cradle the back of Applejack's head. "Exactly.
You still have much to do... Much service to provide me with. As I pass my
essence into your body, so to does the energy and spirituality of your
pregnancy return back into myself. Through many human births, I will one day be
able to mother a child of my own..."
She raised a great set of fingers, each almost as large as Applejack's hand,
and playfully danced them across the blonde's nose. "You are the last one I
need. When you fall pregnant to that pretty young boy, there will be a great
release of the energy I require. We will both be having our child together,
dearest Applejack."
"But... But he's a weakling!" protested the barbarian, even as feelings of
sleepiness began to slowly overtake her. Their time together was fading.
The Goddess giggled, her shaking making the water splash and dance about their
nude forms. "Do not hate the boy for being the one who will father your child.
Even in the act of impregnation, it is not always the strongest or the fastest
seed that takes root... There is also room for another angle, that of the
“opportunistic”. The boy is quite exemplary of this, mm?”
She crooned wistfully to Applejack: "His children will be more special than you
realize. You'll see."
But the barbarian continued her protests! She argued with a warrior’s heart.
"Now why's it got to be his children... I ain’t never signed up for this part
of the pact at all! I deserve another chance! I deserve..."
Applejack tried to argue in one last defiant act against her supposed fate. It
quite effectively went against her earlier resolution of calmly accepting the
Goddess' verdict. As comforting as the embrace of her Goddess was, the
barbarian couldn't imagine herself settling with a lifetime of nursing babes
from her chest. She had been destined for greatness! It didn't matter that
merely touching her Goddess' maternal swell could instill a need to bear
children in her body... There was absolutely no way that such a desire could
have genuinely come from within herself!
However, the Goddess met Applejack's arguing with a comforting smile. The
periphery of Applejack’s vision darkened. Her time with her patron deity was
coming to a close, and she was being sent back to the living world she thought
to have lost forever.
In a sense, that was a second chance, albeit one not as a warrior, but as a
mother to that pitiful boy's offspring.
Applejack still wrestled with the idea that such a scrawny male could ever hope
to seed her... even with the Goddess' reassurance that it was an inevitability.
The darkness enveloped Applejack completely. All sensation of the water against
her skin, or the Goddess' touch against her body, disappeared.
Applejack fell into nothingness as her consciousness faded.
---
Her haze dissipated. The barbarian stirred, finding herself lying somewhere she
did not recognize. To her, only a few minutes had passed since she had 'fallen'
in battle, but how long had she actually been unconscious?
"Mhm...unh..."
Just as the humid bluff overlooking the depths of the jungle had given way to
the misted rivers of the seat of a Goddess, now that gave way to a deep, dark
place full of warmth. Applejack awakened in a third place.
The statuesque barbarian lay on her back on comfortable, if rudimentary,
bedding. As her consciousness slowly seeped back to her, Applejack felt light
pinpricks of pain from where her rapid healing sealed over the many seeping
gashes and injuries dotting her body. At least being rendered as breeding
chattel by her Goddess hadn't removed her powers... It seemed then, that she
was fated to become a super-milf, the kind whose child-making - and bearing -
would be steeped in legend.
Wincing slightly, Applejack groggily opened her eyes to find a canvas-weave
forming the ceiling overhead. That meant she was most likely in a tent.
A warm fire crackled nearby, casting comforting shadows on the walls... as well
as the enormous swells of her new, expanded breasts. Unusual! Obstructing!
Heavy!
Applejack stared down at her own chest for some time, feeling like a
rubbernecker at the site of a great disaster. She stared so hard her eyes
ached, wishing her enormous bosom would recede in size even slightly... But it
did not. It remained colossal.
It would take some getting used to. Applejack quietly studied her rack, in
sheer disbelief, for some time. They had already expanded so large and heavy it
would take a grown man using both hands to lift a single one.
Her chest had swelled immensely from its already-ample size, a heft she
wouldn’t have expected until after she’d had a good number of children.
Already, they obscured a great deal of her view of the ground, and wobbled with
every inhale. Her sense of balance would be irrevocably warped.
Would she have to give up swinging her axe for good, out of respect for their
pendulous weight? And to think they were supposed to grow even larger in the
days to come. Absolute madness.
Finally, she ripped her eyes away from her fat brown breasts, and looked about
the tent. And in doing so, Applejack saw her “captor.”
The small white-haired and dark-skinned child from before sat by the fire.
During the hectic combat earlier the tattered rags hanging loosely on his body
had measurably guised his scrawny, malnourished physique. But now, sitting with
his knees up, arms lightly wrapped around them, she could see how skinny and
hungry-looking the child really was. The bow he employed to defeat her lay in
the leaf-covered flooring by his side. A single poisoned arrow rested on the
grip.
He saw Applejack awaken, and startled. He immediately reached for the weapon...
at a pace so slow it infuriated Applejack. His clumsy movements played out at a
tenth of her speed when she was in top condition, but in her current state he
had all the time in the world. He fell over himself in his rush to pick up the
weapon, forget his arrow, then pushed his hands through the many green leaves
underfoot looking for it. He finally snatched it up, nocked it, and pointed it
at her, waiting for the great barbarian to attack!
"You jus' hold on! I've had just about enough of those damnable poisoned arrows
for one day. I'll stay put..." Applejack exhaled. She raised her hands in a
defensive gesture as the child readied his weapon. As much as the barbarian
would have loved to knock aside the boy to make the dash to freedom, she knew
her body well. She knew she was in no state to do anything like that. Her
recently-healed wounds still ached, a few blinding pains over the general ache
suffusing her entire body.
It was on that note that Applejack remembered there were far more important
things that she needed to consider first, before worrying about whether or not
she'd still be able to do battle. She was in some unknown location, stripped of
both her trusty battle axe and most of her armor. She needed answers, just as
she needed to convince the brat before her to not loose the arrow and put her
into a dreamless sleep once more...
"You. What's your name, puddin'? Where are we right now?"
A long moment of consternation passed within the confines of the dark tent. The
only sounds came from outside the canvas overhangs, birdsong and animal cries
muffled by the thick material.
The wide-eyed child shifted uncertainly for a moment, then with a long exhale,
his puffed-out chest deflated. He lowered his weapon.
If he'd been asked why he no longer felt threatened by Applejack, the boy
wouldn't have been able to find the words for it. He just had a feeling...
And yet it was one of the strongest feelings he'd ever had in his life. He felt
like he could trust her, and it was a soothing sensation. Trust was hard to
come by in the Toxic Jungle, but her words sounded like they were made just for
his ears.
His mouth opened, little brown lips smacking wetly together. The words didn't
come easily, yet he forced his tongue to move and the introduction to take
shape. "I'm..." he began to say, when the door to the tent was suddenly whisked
open behind him.
A tall, silver-haired woman in her twilight years stood in the entrance to the
tent, a variety of poultices, herbs and remedies clutched in her arms. There
was no doubt about her age, the solidly built brown amazon looked old enough to
be this boy's grandmother... or even further back in the generational gap! She
was built for strength and durability more than gracefulness, much like
Applejack herself, with broad shoulders, and a massive pair of teats held up in
a wrap. Her wide hips, looking as if they'd given birth countless times in the
past, were bound in a small, tight skirt.
"Ah. Our guest is awake," spoke the woman. Applejack immediately resolved that
this woman was articulate and learned, despite her thick local accent: a wise
woman in a land of bloodthirsty savages.
She came and stood by the boy, ruffling his hair with a distinct familiarity.
Right before Applejack's eyes, she knelt and softly planted a kiss on the
child's lips, imparting a steamy smooch that traded plenty of saliva between
the pair. The boy accepted it warmly, simply rolling his eyes back. He groaned
and drooled into her mouth... a substance she greedily swallowed from him.
She stood again, smiling at the boy's now more-than-obvious erection. He seemed
unused to civilized conduct, because he lazily kept his legs apart, making no
effort to hide the immense bulge. He played with it idly as he looked up at the
two enormously-built women, running a finger along the shaft as if wondering
when he'd get to use it.
"Thank you for joining us, Miss Applejack. And thank you as well for such a
speedy recovery. I barely even had the time to apply my most basic medicine
before you were on the mend. You have a strong body."
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Mare, and this delightful boy is my lover,
Bow."
When Applejack attempted to rise, the woman gently laid a hand on her chest.
Directly on one of those colossal teats, in fact.
"I would recommend you stay here with us until nightfall. The survivors of your
battle, and the rest of our tribe, are out there in the jungle hunting for you.
They will kill you if they find you, and I wish to avoid any further bloodshed
than what has come to pass." She continued to hold Applejack down firmly.
"You require the head of the Morbusaian before you return home, correct? Just
stay put until you're recovered. Listen to what I have to say, then I will tell
you where it is. Besides, you have something more pressing to occupy you for
the moment. More important than whatever foolish errand you're on for that fool
Jordi."
She took Bow in front of her, running the fingers of one hand through the
child's hair. With the other, she traced lines on his small, flat belly. "I
must teach you how to fuck this beautiful boy's brains out, mmm? I wouldn't
ever consider handing him over to a woman who can't worship every inch of his
perfect body with all her heart..."
Applejack already had words on her lips to protest. Such vulgar language, and
coming from a stranger! She would absolutely give her a piece of her mind...
But she didn’t. She saw the woman nod to her shoulder gravely, and Applejack’s
eyes followed along. She was disquieted by what she saw there.
An unusual-looking brand had formed in Applejack’s skin. Her Goddess's symbol,
a blade inside of a circle. Mare raised the boy's arm and showed Applejack an
identical symbol etched into his flesh. "You have been chosen to care for his
member... but the thought of you treating it as a bloodless, selfish affair is
too much for me... No, you will learn supreme reverence for the boy, or I might
just turn you over to the tribe after all."
She pecked Bow on the cheek, smiling coyly up at Applejack. "You must have been
wondering why I agreed to save your life, yes? It's that brand. I’ve researched
them before...”
She coughed. “It will make both of you itch desperately for the other's body,
an urge that only grows more helpless, and pathetic, as the days go on."
She stroked her boy's hair, her expression visibly darkening as she continued
speaking. "A week without his seed flowing into your belly and you'd crawl
through crocodile-infested waters for a mouthful. A month, and you'd chop your
own hand off for a thimbleful of his seed. And he's in the same situation, a
little cow you need to keep milked or he'll suffer. Do you now understand the
situation you are in?"
"Now I understand all that perfectly well, broodmare. Y'all done quite well to
share your deviancy with a stranger, feign hospitality, and then threaten
[i]that very same stranger [/i]all in one breath. Now seein' as you made it
very clear your assistances’ only been as a result of my Goddess brand, I
reckon I'll pass on showing gratitude in kind," the amazoness said before
turning to the only male in the tent.
"So, this is the brat that the Goddess has matched me with..." Applejack curtly
scoffed.
Applejack found the older woman to be grating the moment she stepped into the
tent. The barbarian had to question just how much of their tribe was 'out there
hunting for her' when she had personally shown each and every one of them on
that battlefield their end. Had they not resorted to cowardly poisons,
Applejack would have triumphed completely... And even weakened, she still
managed to smite them one after the other!
Strong-bodied warriors would be in short supply after her efforts, so Applejack
remained insolent in that regard. As for her supposed addiction to the
diminutive child's seed, the unmistakable mark they shared made it easy to
believe that could very well happen.
She adjusted her posture to sit cross-legged before these two odd individuals,
Applejack silently noted that she couldn't yet feel anything unusual... but it
was too early to assume that she would be well enough to try and make an escape
attempt from this savage village and this loathsome woman.
"So what's your plan, exactly? You wantin' me to stay here and tend to the boy,
right? Or did you have something else in mind for me brewin' in that twisted
little head of yours?"
Applejack took her first good look at the woman since she’d come in, and found
her frustration growing further.
Mare would have effortlessly out-sized any ordinary woman, yet Applejack was
far from ordinary. Both of their monumental figures had been forged over years
of training, but while Applejack had chosen to develop her strength
participating in tribal conflicts and wrestling Krakens (not an innuendo), this
woman had been breeding over and over and over. Her belly had grown round and
gravid countless times, and her frame had developed alongside it.
She now possessed a body developed for an equally singular purpose as
Applejack, with a thick behind of shelf, mighty thighs and a bosom laden down
with endless nourishment for her young. Broodmare was right! The magnanimous
milf was a few more inches of hip away from contentedly munching grass in a
field somewhere.
Was Applejack looking at her own future in this woman? Would her strength fade
and her pudge develop? Would all her statuesque muscle, previously contained in
bulging biceps and horse-like thunder thighs, now be cruelly redistributed to a
fiendishly-capable vagina that milked cocks dry, along with a herculean set of
pelvic-floor muscles for forcing out sausage-strings of this bastard's young?
It seemed a fate reversed for the nancy farm-wives she rescued from raiders,
not for a heroine straight from legend!
Mare allayed her fears somewhat by speaking softly. "As much as it would please
me to see you repopulating our tribe... turned over to the life of a
domesticated, placid mother contentedly squeezing out young... I know it will
not come to pass. No, the braves you felled today will have to be replaced by
other bright young women, of that I am certain."
She continued gently petting Bow's hair. "You must be out of the Toxic Jungle
by tomorrow morning. I cannot promise the warrior's thirsts for revenge will
abate, and I cannot keep your presence a secret for long."
"Therefore, your only course of action is to return to the Merchant Prince with
your prize... and the boy in tow. He is bound to you now, and will not survive
long without your body to sate himself on."
Mare curled her lips into a smile. "Sate himself over... and over... and
over... Until your belly has made a mockery of your heroic feats. Until you are
as pregnant as a sow. Hoo! Your Goddess truly cursed you! I hope I live long
enough to witness such a sight for myself!"
"Hrmph. Unlikely, madwoman. Now iffin' I'm free to go, I got very little
intention of returning to you or your kin iffin I can help it. Babysitting some
brat ain't a burden, it's a mighty small price to pay for freedom." Applejack
grunted, dismissing Mare's hopes with a spiteful huff. It was about the most
the barbarian could do, given the situation, and while the undeniable proof to
the woman's claims lied branded upon her and the shameless boy before her, her
pride wouldn't allow herself to audibly acknowledge such a fate. She was no
stranger to the belittling words of envious men, who declared that her rightful
place was one at home -cooking and bearing children- instead of her mercenary
work. Those had been easy to ignore, or silence altogether, but this was a
different matter altogether. Applejack tried her best to look cavalier, but
those attempts were somewhat sabotaged by her inability to look upon Mare - or
her body - for long.
The blonde continually averted her gaze without any conscious effort on her
part. As if refusing to look upon the supremely-maternal figure before her
might stave off her own fate: the fate of ending just like that herself.
Applejack couldn't help but wonder if there was a time when Mare might have
been a warrior, and that muscle decorated her body instead of layer upon layer
of fat wrought from binging untold amounts of life into the world...
Applejack shook her head to dispel such distracting thoughts, and turned her
attention back to matters at hand. If she needed to leave the Toxic Jungle by
tomorrow morning, that meant that she would have to depart as soon as possible
to make the long trek back to the prince, all while safeguarding some weak boy!
Making sure he was protected was in her best interests, for there was a very
good chance that what Mare was saying was true... as much as the barbarian
would have liked to believe otherwise.
"Now how bout my weapons and supplies. You got 'em? I reckon I'll need every
last piece of the puzzle if I'm gonna be leadin' this one through the dangers
of the jungle..."
Mare nodded and finally slipped her hands free of Bow's black locks. "Of
course. My dear, please fetch the outsider her things."
The small boy nodded and slowly rose to his feet. He stepped out of the room
and returned a few minutes later, clasping an armload of weapons, bags and
Applejack's life-sustaining supply of fresh water. Following the witch doctor's
gesture, he laid the bundle down at the amazon’s feet.
"There you are. I have replenished your supplies and included the medicine for
the toxins that were pumped into your body... Although I suspect you will not
need them to make a speedy recovery. Consider it a safe-guard measure."
"I have also included a small bag of coin, which I estimate will be enough to
pay for the boy's needs for several years. Think nothing of it... We of the
Toxic Jungle have little use for the currency of the mainlanders, and it wasn't
mine to begin with. Rather they are the spoils taken from those who came before
you, attempting to slay the Morbusaian as you had."
"Now then," she said, taking a deep huff. "Come here, Bow."
The cherubic boy inclined his head towards the much larger, older woman. He
responded rapidly to her words, coming closer just as he was bid. He moved as
if obeying some deep bond that had existed between them for some time.
"Where's this young fella's mother?" Applejack asked aloud. "She got no say in
none of this?"
Mare extended her arms towards Bow, looping her coal-black hands around the
back of his brown neck. She drew him into her warm embrace until his entire
front was supported by squishy black breast.
She looked at Applejack over the small one's head. "You are right to ask. You
can surely see there is no family relation between us, mm?”
She took a deep breath. “Well, it is as you suspect. The harsh and inhospitable
depths of the Toxic Jungle are no place for innocents, and the boy's mother
surely was one. A royal princess who was taken by the tribe's chieftain, she
was the perfect jewel in his crown... until she died giving birth to this one.”
The statuesque witch doctor took in a little huff of air. "The boy's father
shunned him, and he might have been lost to the wilderness if I hadn't opened
my doors to him. Since then, I have raised him and cared for him, and now..."
Mare planted a gentle kiss on the boy's forehead. There was no time for her to
be so sentimental. She spared herself a single tear, then turned his face up
until he was looking into the deep pools of her violet eyes. "I am your lover
no more, dearest Bow. Now, you must go with this woman."
She leaned down, and he rose to meet her instinctively. Surrogate mother and
child's lips met. His body went limp in her arms as her large, flexible tongue
cradled his smaller one in its grasp. She held him tightly, fingers sinking
firmly into his back. When the kiss broke, she shuddered. "You were not chosen
by Applejack's Goddess by chance. You are destined for great things, Bow. Go,
and make your own path in the world."
Bow hugged Mare tightly, arms finding purchase around her neck. Unlike the
kissing from just a moment ago, it seemed like they prepared to make a
necessary distance between themselves.
Mare raised her eyes to Applejack's. "We shouldn't waste any more time, mm? If
you wish, I will take you to water, where you and the boy may bathe in
privacy... and begin your relationship."
"I'm lookin' forward to bathin' just as much as the next fella, but ain't it no
small risk with those tribesmen of yours still out hunting for me? You must
have some serious faith in my ability to protect the young'un!" Applejack
replied, rising up off the floor of the tent to come to a stand as it appeared
they would soon depart. After having cut her way through countless tribesman
following a harrowing trip through the worst parts of the Toxic Jungle,
Applejack's body had been covered and spattered with dirt, blood, and who knew
what else.
While her wounds might have healed completely, her skin didn't wash itself. The
blonde barbarian welcomed the opportunity to bathe... despite Mare implying it
would be used to 'begin her relationship'.
There was just the issue of keeping the boy safe if they were attacked while
naked and unarmed. Applejack knew there was no way that the forces searching
for her could hope to mount an attack on the scale of the one she had already
wiped out, but it wasn't her that she was worried about. The boy would go down
quick in a real battle.
Allowing any harm to come to Bow would not end well. She made a mental note to
keep him as close as possible once they traveled together.
"Alright, little mister. Let's hoof it."
Mare rose to her feet and turned towards the small tent's entrance. She reached
down to her side, and smiled warmly when Bow's fingers coiled in her own.
"Come."
***** Bonding With Mare *****
Chapter Summary
     Applejack and Mare become closer to each other.
The three stepped out of the tent and once more into the Toxic Jungle. Unlike
the poisonous, smog-choked depths Applejack had braved less than a day ago, the
sight before her now was a warm one of green fields and tall, strong trees
wrapped in vines. It was completely at odds with the misshapen and choking
kudza she'd previously waded through.
This was tribal territory, and it was well cared for.
Bow, Applejack and Mare made quick time through the jungle, sticking to an
untravelled path that Mare explained was unbeknownst to her fellows. It was a
peaceful hideaway she often came to seeking refuge from the rigours of being a
medicine woman. They travelled for some thirty minutes through the undergrowth,
descended into a dark chamber where sunlight did not pierce, and came out in a
beautiful cavern where an underground river ran.
It was such a radiant and peaceful place. After having been in the Toxic Jungle
for the last week, the cavern was like a different world. Shadows of the
river's rushing surface danced along the smooth blue walls, visible through a
web of interlacing vines that had penetrated through cracks in the rocks in
search of fresh water.
The sound of rushing water was interspersed with an intermittent drip-drip,
droplets easing from the cavern's high ceiling and tumbling onto glistening
rocks and the backs of lizards and fat frogs.
The water looked cool and inviting. It warmed Applejack's heart to know that
even in a place like this, something so naturally beautiful could exist. The
subterranean river radiated an aura of tranquility and purity, two virtues
definitely in short supply this deep within the Toxic Jungle. Applejack noted
that the water completely lacked the sickly colors that were so common in the
tainted rivers that ran throughout the region. She felt safe assuming it was
clean enough to drink from.
Mare began helping her young charge out of his clothes to bathe. His little
brown chest, tight and narrow, was bared first, then she hooked her fingers
into the waistband of the boy's shorts. She glanced up towards Applejack with a
smile.
"Shouldn't you perhaps relax and undress as well, warrior woman? Do not concern
yourself with the threat of enemies. We are very safe here."
"We’re really safe here?” Applejack asked in her typical, surly fashion.
When Mare nodded, the barbarian seemed to reach an accord. She sagged, tension
leaving her body. “... Then I reckon I might do just that."
Applejack reached around herself for the multitude of fastening points that
kept her mostly-leather armor bound to her amazon-like figure. As the blonde
continued to unlatch or unbuckle everything on her person in a well-practiced
display, it wasn't long until the battle-worn armor slid off of her frame,
revealing the toned flesh underneath. Thanks to her patron Goddess, Applejack
possessed no sign of scarring or blemishes upon her fair skin... making the
mark of that Goddess stand out even more. The barbarian never really considered
it, and would loathe to admit it, but her body bore the signs of a capable
mother long before the recent blessing, which could be construed as a way of
hinting at things to come.
However, now that the goddess had placed Applejack on this course, her chest
had blossomed noticeably. Before she removed her armour, she happened to be
placing the tremendous mounds under considerable pressure: they wobbled freely
on her chest immediately following release.
It was a safe assumption to say that she would have to find new armor for her
shifting figure soon. Especially if Bow's seed took root as easily as she
imagined it would.
However, no smiths worked this far out in the wilderness. Applejack put the
moot issue aside for now, and slowly dipped her bare feet into the water. She
shivered from the pleasantly cool sensation upon her skin...
"Now this... This I could grow accustomed to..."
Mare slipped off her garments as well, taking far less time with her brief
tribal wear. In other words, her single piece of clothing - a shawl that hung
loosely off her colossally-fecund frame -  dropped to the cavern's floor in one
smooth motion. When when she stepped out of it, a breathtaking vision of
fertility emerged.
With such a gentle and warm face, one would be forgiven for thinking Mare would
have the demure curves of a woman half her size. But she was much larger than
that.
Mare was all soft, luscious, shimmering meat. She was built like the cattle of
the Equilonian plains, with broad shoulders enveloped by her silver hair and a
prodigious, gluttonous belly that had swollen from countless nourishing meals.
Her breasts were large and heavy-hanging, pulled down by sheer weight alone.
The absolutely-stuffed milk-canisters didn't just slap lightly together as she
daintily crossed the room in a heel-toe walk, they audibly sloshed with the
rich milks flooding their insides. Her tits were the biggest her frame could
possibly support, resting on her gut with saucer-sized nipples slightly-
downturned.
Her thighs and bottom rounded out her figure in exactly the same way her top
half had. Mare didn't just lack a thigh-gap: her brown legs were so thick that
she stood with her feet wide-apart. Her soft pussy, rendered as plush as a
cloud from countless years of heavenly blessings and more mundane moisturizing
and care, was sunk deep in-between, inviting horny males to push her great legs
far apart and catch one of her many, many eggs with even a drop of sperm.
"Hyper-fertility" was a term fitting this great breeder of a woman perfectly.
Applejack could see her own future reflected in the gravid woman's form.
"Does my figure surprise you, Barbarian? Do I more closely resemble a beast of
burden than a woman in her prime? Hm-hm-hm. I was as slender and well-built as
you once upon a time. In my teenage years. Then pregnancy and childbirth came,
and with it, my mobility. I became softer, yet also firmer in places. I grew a
little at a time. Some years later, after my twentieth child, I was too large
and heavyset to participate in our tribe's raids any further. I finally
surrendered to my life as a broodmare. As I ceased my struggles to maintain
myself, I grew only larger and rounder."
Had Applejack heard her right? Twenty children had been born from that womb,
possibly more? This woman might just be as fertile as the Goddess herself!
Mare followed Applejack into the water, her ponderous movements sending
tremendous ripples through the waters. She came and stood behind the much-
younger woman in the water, cupping her shoulders and massaging them gently.
Mare inclined a hand to small Bow who stripped off as well, wading through the
water towards them. He came and stood before Applejack, shivering in the chilly
water... His silky-soft, smooth and small brown body was defenseless under the
harsh, freezing temperature of the cavern, lacking the size and padding the two
females possessed.
Bow looked up at Applejack as he clutched his arms about his torso, fighting
not to shiver. It was possible that young, cute boys like him needed the
protection of amazons and heavyset milfs more than anyone else.
Mare raised a hand to Bow, inviting him closer. He stepped forwards, and it
dawned on the pair of large women that he barely came up to either of their
chests. So tiny! Mare pressed into Applejack from behind, guiding her to her
young lover. "It is time to complete your pact, Amazonian. Become a mother."
"N-now? Right here?" Applejack asked in disbelief, as she switched the focus of
her green-eyed gaze, alternating from Mare to Bow repeatedly. It was not often
the blonde felt chills racing up her spin, but not was truly one of those
times. Not from fear, or the cold water which lapped at her muscle-bound
thighs, or even the prospect of doing something with this rather meek looking
boy. Applejack had shivered at Mare's tale of bearing an incredible amount of
children in a relatively short amount of time, which resulted in the fertile,
full-bodied figure that now squished into her backside. Running the math in her
head, it was easy to conclude that Mare had been pregnant for pretty much every
waking moment since the first time, going straight to bearing another brat
within weeks of pushing out the last one! Looking upon Mare's bare body,
Applejack had no difficulty believing that had been exactly what had occurred,
turning a once-proud warrior into a broodmother. A woman who only knew bearing
children over and over.
This had all been accomplished without the aid of any divine power. With
Applejack and Bow sharing their brand, even greater acts of fertility were
possible. It had already ballooned the barbarian's bosom an incredible amount,
after all... even before she had touched a single drop of virile seed. Faced
with this fact, the blonde came that all-important realization that had left
her faltering where she stood.
She would become an even bigger, better breeder than Mare.
The thought alone nearly compelled Applejack to flee right then and there. But
before she could even go as far as to lift one water-slick leg, a strange
hunger made itself known deep within her center. Too low to be her stomach, she
knew Mare's prophecies were turning true. Applejack would crave Bow and his
seed.
"Mmh... C-come here, Bow. You... uh, you look cold..." she tried.
Mare smiled richly. "Yes. Go to her, my child. Embrace your destiny."
The water swished about Bow's trim waist as he made his way towards Applejack.
The lapping tide parted for his abundant thighs, then quickly closed in behind
to plant watery kisses on his plump rear end. So cute. Even at this young age,
his body was a delight to tempt women, and he would doubtless grow only more
attractive from basking in the energies of Applejack's "curse."
By its very nature, the Goddess's spell was designed to make the chosen warrior
pregnant again and again and again, by any means necessary. Therefore, the
possibility of the magic altering Bow’s body to suit Applejack’s tastes was
very real. Would he become larger and more muscular, striking an imposing
figure to rival her own? Or would he become even smaller and softer, paralyzing
her with a maternal need to protect her hung little charge?
One thing was certain: the spunk factories dangling ominously under Bow’s
studding member would bloat indulgently, recklessly, swelling faster than
perhaps even she could keep up with. And it would persist until Applejack was
with child. Ejaculations on the hour, every hour, splattering everything in
sight with semen... waking her up in the middle of the night with wild humping
against the meat of her ass. It would eventually affect his health, the boy
barely able to walk or stand even as his nutsack grew larger and larger and
larger, cum churning around cum...
But there was no need to fear such an outcome. They were together, both deep in
the throes of child-making lust. Applejack succumbing to broodmaredom was only
a matter of time.
Bow planted his face against Applejack's iron-hard washboard stomach, hands
gripping her prodigious [i]and [/i]prodigy-bearing hips and thighs. His big fat
member hardened against her thigh, leaking seed into the water... seed that
could have been going into her. An irritation flashed through the woman, and
Applejack realized it was not her own. Her mind succumbed to animalistic
hunger, distorted by that damnable Goddess into acting more and more unlike
herself. She acted more like the person Mare and the Goddess both wanted her to
become.
Bow stood on tiptoes, attempting to wrap his arms around her heaving bosom and
give it the rough manhandling it deserved... but his little outstretched arms
barely reached the Amazon's bust. Pouting, he leaned into her, idly grinding
his hips on one of her enormous thighs, mewling quietly... and for him it
already felt ten times, or a hundred times, better than any single sex act he'd
ever performed with Mare. It felt as if their bodies had been made for each
other... that their bodies were becoming a perfect match for each other. The
Goddess's will was strong, and Bow and Applejack were the vessels she would use
to fill this world with her progeny.
"Take him into your arms," whispered Mare. Her voice was drawn, full of
anxiety. Her legendary fertility, the greatest in all of her tribe, felt like a
drop in the ocean compared to the divine power pouring out of Applejack right
now. The air around the couple damped with magic.
Only physical barriers remained between ovum and sperm. On every other level,
they were linked by fate.
Applejack frowned.
"Agh... C'mere, you little... thing," Applejack sighed, completely bewildered
by the sensations and thoughts which coursed throughout body and mind, yet
compelled to do just as Mare instructed. Bow left her reeling and confused,
like an avatar of contradiction. He combined all the presence and and menace of
a puppy with a thick organ better suited to a titan several times his size. If
Applejack were so inclined she could easily break the boy in two with but one
arm, and yet he still wielded a 'weapon' fit for the gods themselves.
Bow gently laid his hands upon Applejack’s battle-honed body, attempting to
climb higher up her towering form. That inability to get to grips with her was
again heavily contradicted by the way  his second head leaked a heady trail of
swimmers. He could not possibly climb her, yet his sperm would effortlessly
climb to her eggs if given the chance.
It was enchanting. She wanted more. She gave him more.
As Bow’s little hands vainly grasped towards her in hope of reaching the
overripe, forbidden fruits of the barbarian's chest, they soon lowered into
reach. The blonde grudgingly could not resist his innocent look any longer.
Applejack coiled a muscled arm, nearly as thick as the boy's waist, around his
back. She casually ushered him closer to the weighty orbs swaying before him.
More than double-handfuls before, each of Applejack's breasts had become
sizable pillows in their own right when she had awoken this day. Their wobbling
softness rendered them incomparable to normal women.
She knew that having those knockers would make swinging her axe around awkward
until she got used to them... but what the barbarian didn't know was how
sensitive they'd prove to be to Bow's needy groping. Despite having given a
taste to disproportionate pleasure from the humping her thigh had received,
Applejack was still caught completely off-guard. When those tiny fingers sank
deep into her fertile flesh, the intensity proved to be overwhelming.
Applejack’s stoic, surly look replaced itself with one of lip-biting desire in
only a matter of seconds.
Applejack drove her cushioned chest forwards, engulfing all of his hand within
those globes. She could not have done that before... she absolutely had grown
considerably. Soon she would definitely surpass Mare in size.
"Lawdy! Is this what contact with the chosen one feels like!?"
Behind her, Mare nodded sympathetically. "It will doubtless take both of you a
considerable amount of time to grow accustomed to it... Your bodies will be in
a state of near-unbearable pleasure until then.”
Mare licked her lips, a sly smile spreading across her face. It was unusual to
see her showing so much emotion after having been so restrained previously.
"The first childbirth will be your true test, Applejack. You had best bring
your greatest mental reserves for that battle, or its possible the pleasure
will break your mind for good."
She trailed her hand along Applejack's perfectly-formed abs, drawing her
fingers in and out of those rocky crevices. "And then you'll end up a slave to
Bow's member... unable to do anything but breed and breed and breed all day
long. It would be quite a shame if carrying on your legend fell to your myriad
daughters prematurely, wouldn't it?"
Applejack struggled to remind herself it was the Goddess's influence doing this
to her. That devious deity had always had this in mind for her. Right from the
start the Goddess intended to seek out the woman with the most raw power, the
most strength and size on the planet and trap her in a contract! She'd promise
any treasure or any blessing if it meant she would eventually arrive at this
moment...
This moment, where Applejack would end up on her back, legs in the air and
ankles locked behind a male's rear. Cute as he might be, Bow represented the
lock on her holding cell, the implement that would ensnare her in the life that
her goddess had intended for her all along: one as breeding chattel.
Despite this, he wasn't in any kind of position to control her! Quite the
contrary; while she willfully signed and agreed to the terms of this contract,
the boy in her arms now had never intended for any of this to happen. He had
simply been defending his tribe from an invader, and just look at him now:
pressed into her gloriously fertile body, the little brown angel's tongue
rolled out of his mouth in a mindless ahegao. His eyelashes fluttered, then
hooded prettily. He lost himself to the pleasure of his mate's body, able to
exert as much force and control over her as any pleasure toy she might mount
and thrust on to satiate her sexual buzzes.
He had fallen into a destiny as little cum-cow, the means to deify Applejack’s
womb.
---
Applejack hoisted Bow up into her arms, his entire lithe body sandwiched
between her colossal cow-udders. He allowed it to happen. His raging hard
erection flattened against her firm, tight tummy as he held onto the miniature
giantess tightly. He wrapped his arms around her expanding bust.
Bow took full advantage of his position to grope Applejack’s fat knockers, much
like a thirsty baby would. He buried his whole head in his fated partner's
cleavage as if he sought to hide in her depths.
His every movement sent those salaciously-large knockers wobbling for a no-
less-indecent amount of time. A part of Applejack could only wonder how Mare
dealt with the constant jiggling and the unwieldy weight hanging so high upon
her frame. The rest of her simply thought how good it felt when Bow squeezed
their doughy expanses as much as his comparatively-tiny palms could manage.
Mare lightly massaged Applejack's back, squeezing her shoulders and coaxing her
to relax. There were many kinks of tension in the young woman's back, many
knots in her muscles that would be familiar to the dark-skinned ex-warrior
Applejack rested against.
So she worked on Applejack from behind, helping the natural paths in her body
open up, freeing the flow of the magic within her to move more naturally. The
Goddess's spells had much ground to cover in fully infusing Applejack with
fertility, and Mare was a natural accessory to it happening as smoothly as
possible. Each time a knot cleared under Mare's delicate hands, the blonde
amazon would feel another pulse of pleasure deep in her womb, growing more
fully into her role as an eternal breeder.
"You will make a magnificent mother, Applejack. This incredible body is
genuinely suited to the task... Far more than battle."
She squeezed Applejack's hips, once again marveling at their great size. "The
Goddess... I feel she knew exactly what she was doing when she selected you for
the role of bearing her followers. This body would have naturally fallen into
the role of a great mother of children without any input from her at all. In
growing to be a powerful warrior, you have worked against your destiny every
step of the way."
Mare smirked. "Well, fear not. Once the boy's member has sunk into your warm
depths and your eggs are crowded in seed, your tiring, uphill battle with
finally be at an end."
By good fortune, at that moment Bow's member came incredibly close to doing
exactly that. His large member's tip grazed her engorged labia, dragging from
bottom to top along her flush pussy's right lip. Even under the water, the
contact made her flesh sizzle, the near-miss enough to make her salivate in
anticipation.
She lowered her defenses. The more Bow played with her big, milky tits and
nozzle-nipples and ground against her, the more sloppy Applejack became in
protecting herself.  It provided the boy with the opportunity he needed to take
charge of the situation... and he started to climb. His feet already dangled in
the air near her hips, but he went higher still.
The Amazon went back and forth between gasping and hyperventilating, driven
even more wild by Bow’s touches. Bow carefully tightened his grip on
Applejack’s bosom and lifted himself slightly higher. He scaled the mountain.
Soon, Bow was high enough to have an arm laying on top of either tit. When
their faces drew level, he waited until Applejack was at her limpest, then dove
forwards. He locked their respective lips together, plunging his tongue as far
in as he could manage.
He tightened his grip on Applejack as he attempted to tonguefuck the much
larger woman, pushing himself into her mouth. It was a childish, yet adorable
effort to assert himself. In contrast, her tongue could have slid all the way
down his throat, soundly embarrassing the little one, but she chose not to.
They both closed their eyes and batted their tongues against each other,
bringing their partner the pleasure they craved.
Lights danced behind their eyes as pleasure rocketed up and down their bodies.
This was already the greatest pleasure either of them had ever experienced! How
much better would sex feel?
Applejack, in particular, was left stunned. A virgin she might be, only by
consequence of no man being fit for her, but she was certainly no stranger to
carnal pleasures. She had touched herself plenty of times, body shaking with
carnal pleasures... Applejack realized, to her horror, that none of those times
even began to compare to Bow's precocious little tongue pushing past her full
lips. All those nights alone might as well have been spent scratching her back.
The sensations rocking her body were beyond anything she could have experienced
without him.
It was so much that Applejack began to feel weak in the legs. She might have
fallen, had Mare not supported her from behind... whispering yet more obscene
words about Applejack’s irrefutable destiny as a cock-crazy breeder as she did
so.
As Applejack listened to Mare, she knew it would take all her determination not
to end up as some simple-minded thrall that only lived to gleefully make
babies... but mustering that determination was easier said then done. Right now
Applejack struggled just to remain standing as her face remained firmly adhered
to Bow's. She tried to ignore the sensation of Bow’s wildly-disproportionate
cock... which - from the prodding she had endured - seemed to already be
expanding its prominent girth and length.
Mare put her head on Applejack's shoulder, looking down at the boy alongside
her female companion. He chewed his lip, drooling and panting. Bow was
completely unable to cope with the new sensations overwhelming his body. "I
appear to be spending all my time with you, Applejack. Perhaps I would be
better off helping you sandwich the boy. Then, I could hoist his little bottom
and, hnnh, insert him deep inside you."
She leaned in to plant a fat red tongue on Applejack's cheek, at the same time
she flattened her bosom against the amazon's back. Fresh milk squeezed out,
twin streams of Mare's product oozing down Applejack's back as she licked up
and down the blonde's face. "Would that suit you? Are you ready for your trial
to begin?"
"Huuaah... I shouldn't... I am... I'm a warrior, y'hear?" Applejack babbled
incoherently. She still reeled from the shock of having had Bow's thick cock
dance around the entrance to her oh-so-fertile insides. Bow might be a lusty
mess cradled in the capable blonde's extraordinarily strong arms and fat chest,
but the barbarian didn’t fare much better. She struggled to form even the
simplest of sentences.
It seemed her fate had been sealed the moment she allowed the small boy to come
in contact with her powerful body. Applejack felt herself changing subtly
within; steadily losing control of her actions. The brands that the amazon and
boy shared would likely have seen them coming together as such sooner or later,
but all the blonde could think about at the moment was how this 'bathing' had
so very little to do with washing... She was soaking in sweat and Mare's warm
milk. The feeling of which coerced Applejack to shudder as she thought what a
potent warning it was as to the bounty her own wobbling bust would produce
before long.
Knowing full well that she carried with her an ability to surpass the already-
outlandish Mare, Applejack thought to pry Bow apart from her... but her body
absolutely refused to listen. Instead she found herself spreading her legs a
little wider in direct contrast to her earlier protestations, waiting for the
all-important moment where Bow would plunge deep inside her.
"By the way, there's something I've been thinking about..." whispered Mare in a
soft voice, speaking directly into Applejack's ear.
With her strong hands, Mare reached around Applejack's body. She thrust her
corded black muscles under Applejack’s armpits, thrusting them forwards and
forcing the other woman’s arms away from her body. The path to her brown-capped
melons was open, and Mare's fingertips now danced in the air above them. She
drummed on the amazon's massive tits for a moment, testing their firmness,
before she ruthlessly dove in on them.
The tall, dusky blonde found herself forced to watch in what felt like slow-
motion as Mare's fingertips went from their light prodding to stretching out
across her wobbling rack. But the real shock and pleasure began where her palms
slapped home and she began to grasp. Her chest was callously manipulated by the
woman twice her age... she was handled like slutty, cow-like livestock! And
rightfully so! With a bosom like that, the axe-wielding barbarian was one
cruel, strong-willed master away from pregnant and mooing in a cow-print
bikini.
She'd be pregnant by the end of this either way, belly crammed with the babies
of a capable and hung male, but at least she wouldn't be getting to that other
perverted stuff just yet! She could retain her fire as a barbarian, and put off
a happy life as a docile, man-serving fuckpig for a little bit longer.
Without any warning, Mare held Applejack's chest in a tight grip, squeezing
with all her might. The amazon's soft bosom flooded over the tops and bottoms
of Mare’s hands. More bronzed flesh went upwards, rushing towards Applejack's
face, squishing her cheeks with her own over-abundant breasts from either side.
She could barely see over them as Mare displaced Applejack’s chest more and
more!
"Aren't these truly huge tits? They might be one of the largest pairs I've ever
laid eyes on, short of my own... And they'll only continue to grow from here
on, you know?"
Once again, the barbarian had to face the fact her bust had become enormous
overnight. More to the point, her assets were a mere fraction of the obscene
globes they could be. It worried her greatly that even this deviant elder with
a chest ripped straight from fantasy could candidly say Applejack possessed one
of the largest chests she had ever seen.
Being told they would only grow larger in such a casual manner stung immensely.
Not only was the amazon still struggling to figure out how she would adapt her
fighting style to accommodate knockers at her current size, but deep down she
knew every word of it was true. If Mare managed to obtain mounds of such absurd
size naturally... what did that say for Applejack? She had her whole youth
ahead of her, as well as an enchanted mark from her goddess to help things
along the way? She had no idea when they would stop growing, or if they even
would at all during her lifetime, cosigning her to live the rest of her days as
every bit the bovine Mare insinuated she was!
And while she mused about [i]being[/i] a bovine, Mare continued to [i]treat[/
i] her like one. Applejack gasped as the older woman once again sprung into
action. For such a self-confessed cock-loving old sow, the finely-aged Witch
Doctor knew a thing or two about manipulating the bodies of women: she spread
her fingers out and clenched Applejack's soft bosom. She was instantly rewarded
for her efforts, as copious amounts of soft-as-silk titflesh spilled out
between each firmly-pressuring finger. Mare acted like she appraised them...
and cooed under her breath when she found them not wanting for more size or
weight.
"It's truly barbaric of you to inflict such a gigantic chest on such a young
boy... I must help him come more to terms with the cow you are, if he is to
properly tame you in days to come."
As her small male lover watched, Mare drew both of Applejack's breasts out,
lifting them by the nipples. She released them, and they slapped back down with
a pair of loud claps.
"Or do you expect me to come running again whenever he requires my help with
you?"
She guided Applejack and Bow to the water's edge, and instructed the boy to
take a seat on the cool rocks. The cavern’s shifting lights played over Bow’s
chest as he looked up at the two huge women.
Mare pressured Applejack forwards. “Go to him... and ask him for more of what I
just gave you.”
"Ask Bow to... handle me... in the same way that you just had? Now you just
listen, that... that ain't right for a warrior like me to... haah..." Applejack
had already been murmuring beforehand, but now her voice trailed off
completely. She peered between Mare and Bow inbetween frequent gasps for air...
her recent fondling session had left her winded and flushed.
The odds were stacked against her. Angering Mare at this stage was an unwise
decision. But on the other hand, Bow was just one boy. If Applejack could
willfully taunt scores of savage warriors, decimating them all and coming on
top, she could definitely endure whatever he had in mind, couldn’t she?
Emboldened by this thought, Applejack forced her curvaceous form to cease
shuddering. She turned towards her punitive partner with an authoritative
glare. What came out was a request, that in the end more closely resembled an
order.
"Bow, sweetie, I need you to do do what she just did to me... To my chest...
Please."
How well-spoken! Even a young child like Bow, still being taught by the ropes
of how slutty and luridly-forceful women could be when the heat was on them -
and they hunted for cum - would be unable to mistake Applejack for anything
other what she was: an outrageously-fertile broodmare-to-be. She could be
impregnated from a single drop of spunk swimming purposefully into her womb...
let alone the gushing, sloshing deluge he sorely wanted to pump out!
The over-endowed jungle boy had been in a fully-consensual and lewdly-adult
relationship with Mare for as many years as he could remember, making him no
stranger to sex and fucking, but he'd never even once seen his well-mannered
and docile lover and mother-surrogate quite as in-heat as Applejack was now.
Just looking at her quaking body inflamed with lust, her cartoonishly-huge
bouncing tiddies... it had the child confused as where to even begin handling
such a great amount of bitch! As he puzzled over her, glancing unbelievingly
between Applejack and Mare, his pecker stood up and throbbed at full mast. It
was dying to fire out every last drop of his thick, gooey seed where it could
do the most good.
Bow urged himself into motion, little hands stretching up and out. He reached
for the lewdly-dangling tits suspended between woman and boy. Applejack lowered
her back a little towards him, making the tits so previously malleable in
Mare's strong hands form intimidatingly-huge bell-shapes. It wasn't anything
like sag - it was doubtful the Goddess would permit Applejack to have a single
blemish or imperfection on her figure. It was simply the weight. She
aggressively thrust breasts so heavy Bow couldn’t lift either one with both
hands at him. He reached up and out.
Of course, Bow's fingers were so small and stubby he could barely get into them
at first. He applied pressure to the flesh around her saucer-sized areola with
his fingertips, and found her body firm and unyielding. It was only when Bow
flattened his palms on her titties and spidered his grip out across her
mammaries that he made headway.
Seeing his tiny hands laying on top of her bosom, fingers stretched as far open
as they could be, he felt like a bold explorer of a mysterious, and dangerous,
new country. The feeling redoubled when he pushed a little more firmly... and
fingers vanished altogether. Tit swallowed them up on either side.
In fact, the only indication he had ever had hands at all were his wrists sunk
inches into Applejack’s mighty melons... This might be harder than he'd
thought!
Bow knew he had to succeed in bringing Applejack to heel. And not just because
it would feel good to sow his seed inside of the thickly-built battle-honed
warrior woman! If that were all he wanted, Mare could easily just wring him out
into Applejack's pussy herself.
No, he had to do this because the Goddess herself made both their bodies hurt
and need and hurt again... And it would last until they had become one. Until
their minds and souls were joined in a singular purpose.
Bow began to move his hands inside of her squishy breasts, growing more
accustomed to the differences between her tanned chest and Mare's black-fleshed
rack. He went from just exploring to stimulating, and Applejack found herself
exposed to a pleasure she couldn't possibly have been prepared for. As her
slutty body had grown and become more sensitive, Applejack had found Mare's
touches had felt better than any of her other lovers, but this... Being touched
by her chosen lover with the intent to arouse her felt like it melted her
brain. Just his fingers lightly brushing her nipples brought her dangerously
close to her first of many, many, many orgasms.
"Whoa there, li’l fella! Woo lawdy, how could this - by my chest alone...? This
little fella's surpassing just everythin'!" Applejack groaned. From the moment
Bow's tiny hands found purchase on her abnormally tremendous bosom, the blonde
had to grit her teeth. She fought to stop her eyes rolling back in her head...
and even then she started to drool.
Applejack had no frame of reference for pleasure like this. No experiences
existed to compare to this toe-curling pleasure which had her shuddering in
seconds flat. The only thing that came close had been a run-in with a strangely
garbed and head-shaven man from the east, whose quicksilver jabs with his
fingers somehow temporarily disabled one of her arms... but never in her life
had she had her whole body incapacitated with but a firm squeeze!
It crushed Applejack to know that she had somehow developed a pair of enormous,
wobbling weak-points that would only become weightier and easier to grasp with
time. She could only take solace in the fact that the sensations were more
bearable when it was people other than Bow. It was unlikely she would be
crossing paths with people as dirty-minded as Mare often in her travels
ahead... however long those lasted.
But as Bow drew close to the iron-hard tips of those breasts, Applejack felt a
warmth deep within her, one that built to unfathomable intensity. Even
partially dipped in the cold water lapping at her thighs, she swore she sweated
already. Had she been submerged deeper the water might just have started
steaming.
Just as Applejack was about to plead with Bow to perhaps slow down, and give
her a moment to catch her breath, a stray tug on her left nipple pushed her
beyond the brink of some strange threshold to which only she was privy to...
Her churning desires reached a white-hot peak. Soon, the evidence of her
rampant lust gushed down her obscenely-thick thigh in periodic squirts.
"C-can't endure... this is too much! I...aaahn!~
Once again, that sultry sexpot Mare was on Applejack's back. She laughed at the
trumped-up strumpet's obvious discomfort. There was an odd catharsis for her in
watching the woman who had defeated her tribe reduced to this blubbering little
sex-bitch by the touch of a youth who's balls hadn't even dropped yet... It was
simply shameful, and it made her cackle duskily in that muscular bitch's ear.
"It's good, isn't it? And this is only the beginning of your slavery to him..."
Mare trailed her fingers around Applejack's body, like she was laying claim to
all that supple, well-formed flesh. She drew a circle around that waspish
waist, then fully traced the curvature of the warrior woman's beastly,
overgrown hips.  "Maybe you should take a moment to envision what it will truly
mean for you when that sticky-fingered little runt is blasting his seed deep in
here..."
She planted her black body against Applejack's browned flesh, reaching between
the amazon's legs. Without so much as a request, her questing fingers located
the eager, drooling mound of Applejack's pussy, fishing for that undefended
hotspot. She peeled the light-toned flesh, easing those strong, thick lips
apart, and flashed the vibrant pink depths within to Bow. "Look, my child...
Look at the colours running across her flesh, the skin so engorged and fat it's
near-red. Mmhmhm, this is how you know the she-bitch is fully prepared for her
impregnation. And all those thereafter!”
Up until now, Bow had remained sitting on the water's edge. But now he slipped
into the cool water again, kneeling slightly. His little eyes widened as he
looked closely at the engorged pussy that waited for him.
In another aspect of the Goddess's curse, clear fluids dripped copiously within
its folds.  Applejack's body was more prepared for sex than ever, watery sheets
of female fluids oozing down her lips and soaking into the water.
Applejack’s confidence was compromised after having already experienced Bow's
touches. Those had been on her rather sensitive and absurdly-fat chest, but
they had at least been outside her body. She couldn't imagine it comparing to
the stimulation between her legs.
So she protested.
"No... Not there! I... I ain't ready t’ - nngh!" Applejack pleaded.
She didn’t get to finish her sentence as Bow grazed a few of his nimble fingers
against her red-hot folds. The resulting pleasure lanced up her spine. The
powerful barbarian seized up on the spot.
Bow looked back up at Applejack with a mixture of awe and confusion... and then
slowly dipped his fingers into her depths. "Mm..."
Applejack’s thick, muscled thighs, powerful enough to allow the blonde to
perform unnatural leaps and bounds, quick clamped down around Bow's hand at his
touch. Applejack was bewildered by how quickly she leaked, secreting so much
love-juice Bow's hand dripped with it in a matter of seconds.
To expose a young boy to such an oversexed hole! He looked positively
overwhelmed as he gently explored her body. Nonetheless, he cooed in approval.
Applejack reeled. Never before had the barbarian believed she possessed a
weakness of any kind. But with just a number of well-placed fingers, Bow had
been reduced to a shivering mess. She had to grit her teeth to keep her mind
clear.
Still, this did not leave Applejack completely witless. A thought was very
clear in her mind, one that sent an ominous tingle up her chiselled back. If
this was merely a prelude to the true event to come, would any amount of time
prepare her for it? Applejack had seen that obscenely large 'weapon' Bow
carried between his legs. Once it was guided toward her aching sex...would she
be able to endure?
Behind Applejack, Mare grunted. "Perhaps it's time you two went on to complete
the deed, mm? I will allow you some privacy, hohoho~"
She released Applejack, slipping her enormous figure away through the water.
Turning her head this way and that self-consciously, the Barbarian realized
Mare had vanished altogether, doubtless continuing her bathing in a separate
part of the underwater cavern.
So Mare wasn't even staying to supervise: she left Applejack and the boy alone,
doubtless to go mad together, to enter a truly-depraved woman-and-boy breeding
frenzy.
It was humiliating in its own way: the old tribal woman fully trusted Bow to
subdue the “invader”. Applejack was a world-renowned, fearsome predator of men,
with enough strength to break Bow's neck in a heartbeat, yet here and now she
was considered so weak, so helpless, that even a preteen cherub like Bow kept
her under control. Her growing, lewdly-developing body was her captor now, the
chains that kept her locked to this boy.
As she was no longer being supported by a certain dark-skinned sexpot,
Applejack shook unsteadily upon her feet. She slowly rubbed her legs against
Bow's arm with need.
Applejack had ended the lives of so many men of Bow and Mare’s tribe. Now the
new generation of tribals would be cultivated in her hyper-fertile womb.
***** Playing With Bow *****
Chapter Summary
     Applejack begins her relationship with Bow.
Impregnation should have followed smoothly from there on out. But despite the
pair being otherwise united in this goal, Applejack hesitated.
Was she having a crisis of conscience at the critical moment? Was she not
prepared for a child straining her body?
Whatever the reason, Applejack remained at the centre of the pool. She
carefully considered her next move, steely muscles clenching and unclenching in
deadly repose.
But while her mind raced, it clearly wasn’t quick enough for Bow. He was not to
be denied. Exerting a lewd power over his pet Barbarian, he took charge of her
commendably.
Bow still had two fingers inside of Applejack’s engorged lower lips. Now he
used them to hook into her, fingers sinking into the swell of Applejack’s
throbbing clitoris. A primitive sensation shooting through her whole body,
stifling her cries. Applejack’s powerful physique, bone-breaking muscles and
all, went as limp as noodles.
She panted, shuddering in disbelief at how her body reacted. How could Bow
control her to this degree, with just two of his fingers?
It was why she couldn’t be happy about Mare’s sudden absence. The witch doctor
had only left them alone because Applejack required little effort to control.
Any noncompliance from her meant risking more of that pleasure. A few flicks of
Bow’s fingers would send her crumpling to her knees, paralyzed with shocks that
assaulted her mind and numbed her body.
Disobeying Bow was not an option in her current state. The blonde Barbarian had
been on the verge of eliciting some very questionable moans for the last few
minutes now, but her desire only intensified greater whenever he actually
touched her.
Bow seemed to be fully aware of it, too, judging by the way his eyes shone with
delight. He now possessed a strength over Applejack typically off-limits to
children. He wished to exert it over her as much as possible.
He flexed his fingers again... and another pleasure-spiral struck Applejack
with mind-numbing force.
With slight adjustments of his fingertips inside Applejack’s honeyed depths,
the little fellow guided his woman like a dog on a leash. If she didn't follow
him to the water’s edge, he could tease her more, flooding her brain with
endorphins and leaving her drooling.
So on she came.
Soon, he had turned their order around, him trailing behind Applejack as he
walked her like a show-pony. But watching her walk ahead of him turned out even
more distracting... The sight of her immense, muscular buttcheeks proved too
much for the brat, because he immediately buried his face in them. He huffed
her creamy, flawless flesh with all the restraint of a dirty old man.
Applejack grunted in alarm, but then heaved a sigh of relief right after. What
transpired between the cheeks of her toned, tanned booty was fairly
inconsequential compared to what had transpired so far. He moved about,
kneading and squeezing her glutes, pushing her forwards... But mostly it gave
Applejack a much-needed reprieve, the pleasure more bearable than anything he
did to her pussy.
But at the same time, it gave her an entirely different cause for concern.
Applejack couldn’t shake thoughts of the brat grinning back there, plotting
away while he nestled deep in the pillowy confines of her powerful posterior.
He must be teasing himself with thoughts of all the fun he was about to have
with his newly-acquired livestock.
She tried to tell herself he was just as much a victim of the curse as she was,
but it was a weak lie. He was just a horny little shit who wanted to fuck
Amazon pussy. And she was in no position to discipline or humiliate him for
it... whether his susceptibility to the Goddess’s magic was anyone’s guess, she
sweltered under its power. She sorely needed the fucking he wanted to give her.
Presently,  for whatever nefarious purpose he had in mind, Bow finished guiding
Applejack towards the water’s edge. She gulped. For a supposed innocent and
youth, Bow went after her body with a dogged determination.
Applejack immediately voiced her disapproval. "Just what are you planning, kid?
Ain't you... Ain’t you had enough...?"
She watched silently as Bow pulled himself up and out of the pool. He planted
his fat little butt on the stone floor and wiggled his legs. Ripples passed
over the lake's surface in his wake.
Bow moved with the innocence of one who didn't fully understand the lewdness of
his body... making his actions extra lewd! Like when he climbed out of the
pool, he gave Applejack an unexpected treat by spreading his legs wide open.
Inch after inch of overdeveloped, oversized dick hung before her eyes, fresh
droplets of water still trickling from the plump sausage... dripping all the
way down to the tip. Bow hauled his potent nuts free right after, a great
splosh following in their wake. In the end, he displaced enough water
extricating that healthy package that Applejack’s chest was left soaked in its
wake.
Soon, Bow had his cushy tushy perched on the lip of the naturally-formed
underground lake. He looked up at her expectantly as he splashed in the
current. He looked at her chest.
Applejack finally connected the dots. With Bow sitting on the edge of the pool
and her standing in it... her big, heavy breasts were on an even plane with
that turgid, intimidating member of his.
Well! With the way the cutie's cock pulsed, he obviously only had one thing on
his mind. Applejack realized her lover wouldn't be happy with just pussy-sex...
Few things beat fucking a soft, warm pussy, but it looked like this little brat
wanted further treatment as well. He wanted to be completely spoiled by tits.
Yes, this brat wanted first-class service. He would settle for nothing less
than the soothing embrace of Applejack’s immaculate melons.
On the one hand, a deviant like this was the worst sort of male... a dirty
animal who used his member as a way to degrade and pervert females. But on the
other... Wasn't his cock so cute? It twitched hopefully under her gaze,
standing up solely in praise for her body. She'd been the one to make that cock
so huge, and sooo angry-looking and horny.
"T-Tits..." he gasped, fingers questing for her warm body. She was only mildly
surprised that a cherubic boy like Bow could speak so crudely, but Mare had
clearly been thorough in the boy's tutelage. She had taught him things most
boys his age never thought about, let alone demanded in such a manner.
As much as Applejack would have liked to resist, she hardly had the ground to
do so. She could only remain standing because he was playing with her like a
toy... If he worked deliberately to arouse her again, she would be done for.
"I... I should have known... I reckon only a real deviant would be asking for
something like this... Now how's about I just... Hmm..."
Partially due to fear of Bow bringing more debilitations to Applejack’s body,
and partially due to some bizarre infatuation with the boy's youthful charm,
Applejack went along with his command. She brought her obscene udders well
within his reach. He kicked his little legs as Applejack she brought those
reddening tits closer by the moment.
Her chest filled Bow's vision. Big, pale and blushing tits... The water had
left her melons so shiny he could see his own drooling reflection in them. He
leaned closer until his nose nestled between them!
With him sitting on the edge of the water, his throbbing stiffy was aaaalmost
at her chest-height. Heaving titties and cock were both staggeringly big, doing
their best to bridge the distance between their bodies, but he was still quite
the little runt! So she had to dip down a little to brush them against his
member.
And then Bow’s lap was full of tit. Applejack met his eyes, looking for the
telltale signs of a boy made happy by giant breasts.
He gasped as they touched down on his steely rod. He trembled and arched his
back. He thrust at her boobs coyly, raking his pulsing head along their gentle
curves, curves promised to take care of him. He looked up at her imploringly as
he panted and thrust without dignity, humping her body the way only a little
boy could.
In any case, with her super-sized melons resting squarely upon Bow's lap, he
was well on his way to getting exactly what he wanted. Applejack had been told
that she was due to grow even more, a fact which was further hammered in as
astonishing, considering that her fat tits were already so hefty they spilled
over the sides of the diminutive boy's legs. The barbarian blonde was naturally
large, but with her chest having caught up (and then some!) thanks to the
Goddess' blessing, her bosom appeared poised to smother her fated partner
outright.
It was only Bow's staggeringly-disproportionate member that reminded Applejack
that this was no normal child. The manhood in question jutted out a good deal
from her tit-embrace, looking the part of a monument towering over its nestling
confines.
Just feeling that blood-engorged cock throb against the bare skin of her
breasts was enough to make Applejack’s breath catch in her throat. She could
have just squirmed anxiously... but she knew Bow required her to move. A
titfuck constituted far more than just wrapping breasts around a member!
She also needed to pump her marvelous chest along the length of Bow's pride for
it to really be considered proper boy-service... She just hoped she could keep
her wits about her as she took hold of the sides of her chest...
Applejack used her body to get off a mere child.
This was what all growing boys needed! An Amazon lover that towered over the
greatest of men, let alone them. Goddesses of muscle and curves in equal
amounts, waiting on their small masters hand and foot. Obeying their every
order, surrendering their every decency.
She clutched her own tits around his horny pole. She used the grip that had
clutched battle axes and blades of a thousand makings, climbed snow-capped
mountains to their summits, and closed tight around the throats of Kings and
beasts alike, to cup her generous breasts and squeeze his cock between them.
She sent the prized body of a powerful woman spilling all over his lap.
Every thrust of her milky breasts around his throbbing hot member had the boy
mewling. He became drunk on the knowledge that the world's greatest body was
being used as his masturbation fodder, to wring his seed out. Applejack's
steely and scarred body, forged in the fires of countless battles, would be
used to catch leaking seed.
"Uuu.... Mmmm..."
Bow seemed as if lost in a trance. His eyes fluttered back into his head as he
pawed at Applejack's huge, doughy breasts. He couldn’t believe their heady
mixture of firmness and silky-softness was real... It was a treat tens of
thousands had dreamed of, but only one would ever experience.
The brat moved his little hips faster, his toes sending ripples through the
water below as he wriggled his feet. "Ooh... Ooh... Mmm..."
Before Applejack's eyes, that devilish shaft tensed up. The boy's face had no
guile to it, no ability to suppress his emotions. Raw, naked pleasure was
clearly painted on his scrunched-up face. It coupled with the unmistakeable
consternation of one warding off their own orgasm for as long as they could.
How cute... He was holding back his semen, wanting to enjoy his fiancée's
titjob for as long as he possibly could. What women wouldn't feel pride at
that?
The big balls nestled under Bow's pole churned faster and faster. Doubtless he
possessed enough white goop in each cumshot to completely soak an ordinary pair
of tits... But would even his fountaining seed have enough volume to plaster,
and cover, the mighty Amazon's sweat-glistening curves under a thick coat of
cum? Surely that was a battle he couldn't hope to win.
"I can't believe... this s-snivelling li'l whelp... hah... could bring me so
low!" Applejack grunted. She unceasingly continued the erotic service she had
administered for long, breathtaking minutes. Bow’s cuteness coerced her to
continue, the mighty barbarian not once considering she could stop at any
moment, like the proud warrior in her heart would want. Leaning down this close
brought Applejack's nose close to her partner's outrageous member, and it
further intoxicated her senses until she couldn’t think of anything but this.
His member’s heady musk confused and ensorcelled Applejack every time it rose
from the inescapable valley formed by her immense knockers.
She had initially believed no man would be able to thrust his length into her
newly-formed bust and emerge on the other side. But now, not only was Bow
proving the barbarian wrong, but she was caught off-guard by the sensation of
his weighty balls slapping her chest’s underside with every thrust. She
wondered how Bow managed to avoid passing out... when the little runt was
burdened with a monster so proportionally enormous.
But that throbbing, and the look of resistance on the almost-innocent boy's
face, the mighty warrior could tell her partner neared his limits. Applejack
put up a brave front, but when rubbing on that shaft made continual jolts of
pleasure coursing up her spine, she wasn't much better off. She only disguised
her arousal through the pool she bathed in: her love-juices indistinguishably
mixed with the lingering traces of water droplets on her form.
Soon, Applejack felt Bow's impending climax growing moments away. Just a little
longer and he would erupting from her chest like a geyser... and try as she
might, the barbarian babe couldn't resist the trembling head of that cock.
She decided to go all the way. His member appeared irresistible, and as it
beckoned her to bring her lips closer and closer, she obeyed... and gave it a
little lick. Mare had mentioned Bow's seed being addictively delicious, so
perhaps allowing it to glaze her chest like a pair of enormous sweet-rolls
would be wiser... and yet Applejack’s body overflowed with stimulation to the
point where it seemed to move on its own. Head pounding, heart throbbing, she
dove in, slurping and sucking on his thick rod over and over.
That took care of her young master nicely. The boy gazed longingly up at the
great chest mashed around his cock, able to feel every inch of her Goddess-
blessed rack in contact with him. His dick grew larger, forcing her breasts
apart, fattening up with an incredible volume it sorely wished to disgorge. As
they both looked on in awe, Bow’s pendulous nuts cooked up a veritable storm of
babymakers.
"Uuuuoooooh!" With a cute cry befitting his tiny size, Bow released a cascading
torrent of lewd white seed from the depths of his heavy, lengthy member! As if
angered by the absence of a fertile pussy to unload copiously into, his cock
jetted a tidal wave of seed directly into the air.
In hindsight, perhaps Applejack should not have brought her face so close to
Bow’s member. She could not avoid his sticky geyser of seed soaking not just
her chest but also her face. Applejack closed her eyes as she felt the male
organ tensing with its musky load. It saved her somewhat... but her pretty
features were still caked with the stuff to the point of dripping back down
upon her bosom.
Her bosom! That was next in the line of fire! With splatters so loud they
echoed about the stone chamber, he splashed his seed on Applejack's giant
wobbling tits, coating her bosom from left to right, from top to bottom. The
brat's cum dripped down her tits.
The boy arched his back as far as it would go, staring unblinking, non-
comprehending up at the cave's ceiling. Bow's eyes grew as wide as could be as
he shook and vibrated on the lake's edge like a wind-up toy. He mouthed words
he couldn't get out, and felt his heart flutter as it momentarily lost its
beat. "Oohuhhhhh! Nn! Nn! Nngh!"
His cock did its duty and it did it well. He subjected Applejack to a powerful,
earth-moving orgasm the likes of which she had never before seen.
He stared up at the power and might of his own great member, looking struck as
if by an epiphany. This was the Goddess's gift to him, and the reason he and
Applejack had been chosen for her work. For creating the next generation of
Demigods to walk a world greatly unprepared for them. His already-oversized
cock, trained on a diet of fat-tittied sluts from the day he'd first learned to
fuck, was now bigger than ever, stronger than ever! It had come prepared for
the fattest-tittied slut it would ever face.
"Ooh... Ooh... Mmn..." Bow sagged onto Applejack's chest. He sank into the
glossy coating of white drenching her front. Where he leaned on her with hands
and shoulders, he left imprints on the white goop she marinated in. When he
leaned back again, visible handprints had formed in the gooshy load all over
her front.
Surveying the desolation wrought by cock, Applejack felt relieved to see not
every inch of her bust had been utterly caked with cum. A few spotless spots
remained here and there!
She heaved a sigh of relief. The blonde's indomitable rack might not have met
its match, but it had been a narrow victory.
But Applejack's troubles were only beginning. She had already had her warrior
pride thoroughly shamed by a treatment only the most wanton of women would
tolerate... and yet it looked like Bow had more in store for her.
Being bound to Bow by the goddess herself, Applejack was especially vulnerable
to Bow’s unique seed. The inordinate amount dripping from her face subdued her
senses, and her skin tingled where it lay. Wiping it from her face proved
difficult: the young one’s spunk possessed a consistency thick as tar or
honey... But even more distressing Applejack felt a powerful urge to lick her
hand clean.
Mare tried to warn her, of course, but Applejack considered it all old wives'
tales. How wrong she had been.
***** Breeding With Bow *****
Chapter Summary
     Applejack and Bow bring their relationship to completion.
Bow took a good, long rest on his laurels. He certainly deserved it after he'd
blasted the world's bustiest babe with such a spine-tingling volume of
ejaculate! After pumping out so much seed, his growing, burgeoning balls ached
down to their very cores: the little tyke felt entitled to a breather.
Not to mention he needed a moment to take in all the eye candy... even a
Herculean giantess like this big blonde bitch could look beautifully feminine
after being thoroughly glazed in cum.
And Applejack seemed to agree: the more she watched Bow’s prodigious seed
making its sinister way down her white-painted body, the more spellbound she
became. With her eyes hooded with a scintillating warmth typically reserved for
the bedroom, her breathing shallow, and her fingers fanned out across those two
enormous, womanly globes rising from her chest, Applejack looked more luscious
than ever. A ripe peach to be enjoyed thoroughly.
Complementing the view, Applejack's hips and strong, muscular legs remained
spotless under the crystal-clear surface of the pool. Her top half might be
painted white, but any goop not absorbed through her skin drizzled down to the
water and quickly dispersed. For her, getting clean and ready to go for round
two would be as easy as dipping her head.
The little tribal boy looked on in delight. He curled his toes in the water,
and scritched the smooth stone under his fingers. For the first time, Bow
really basked in the sight of the Fertility Goddess before him.
Applejack's body had already expanded in leaps and bounds since their first
meeting. She had gained considerable softness, with pleasurable hips more
suited to childbearing, larger breasts that promised to only grow milkier...
Eye-pleasing, lovely curves all round! But while she was fertile as a village,
Applejack remained as strong as ever. She sacrificed no definition to grow so
plump.
Bow suddenly grew cold, and shivered. Hanging around outside the water so long
made his dripping skin prickle, so he quickly dove under the surface of the
lake. Moving with surprising speed, he blurred past Applejack and through the
water. The super-hung boy stud surfaced a dozen or so feet away and waved
towards her, before vanishing under the current again: it looked like he'd
suddenly decided to play coy. If Applejack wanted her growling pussy fed, she'd
just have to catch him.
"Now just what's the meaning of this... You get back here now, li’l whelp!”
Without knowing why, Applejack instinctively demanded Bow stop and return.
“Wait a dang second, why do I... ahh..." Applejack caught herself. If Bow was
away, there was almost nothing stopping the barbarian woman from taking her
leave from this cave. She could finish the job commissioned by the trade
prince.
So she was utterly confused as to why she called the child back, knowing he
would only keep her chained to him... and that over-sized organ between his
legs. But no sooner had the blonde started to question her reasoning, did the
proficient splattering of seed upon her bosom answer: it tingled like some
heady balm. Applejack’s senses already filled with the overpowering aroma of
Bow's unique musk, but having all that seed contacting her bare flesh compelled
her to try and rub it off, as her warmth only continued to build.
To an outside observer, it appeared as if the stoic and towering warrior had
suddenly burst into a fit of self-groping, which wasn't far from the truth.
Applejack sunk her fingers into her enormous mounds with great vigour in order
to relieve herself of the building sensation, but really only succeeded in
further spreading that sticky spunk around, as her palms mashed and squeezed
those bovine udders in an incidentally wanton display.
The sensations only grew more powerful from there. Playing with her sensitive,
jiggling flesh only made her more aroused, and made little headway in cleaning
her up. It also felt intoxicating, making her hesitant to dip under the water
and wash her bosom... To say nothing of how submerging her towering self would
put her whole body in range of Bow’s touches.
Deep beneath the surface of the pool, Bow watched Applejack ride out her
internal conflict, struggling with the conflict of her lust and her humanity.
He chuckled, sending dozens of bubbles to pop and froth on the water's surface.
And she couldn't count on him surfacing to resolve the dispute! Unfortunately
for Applejack, the people of Bow’s jungle-dwelling tribe were fit and strong:
holding their breath for long periods was one of their many talents. If
Applejack wanted another taste of that heavenly boy-pole, the poor musclebound
blonde would have to come a-hunting for the impish youth less than half her
height.
And Bow had another reason for wanting to remain underwater: a feeling of
weightlessness that came as a welcome relief. Under the surface of the water
his new monster-cock bobbed gently, whether swaying lazily between his thighs,
or rising up to thump gently on his small, flat chest. He swam a little ways
further, and the club-like length went so far as to cause a riptide in the
water as it followed him. It slapped aside small pockets of reeds, and the long
shadow it cast made freshwater fish go scampering away to small hidey-holes in
the stone and sand, fearing for the arrival of some new giant super-predator.
In short, Bow no longer felt weighed under the girth and size of his colossal,
expanding manhood, now so large that it became clear Applejack's Goddess must
be some manner of giant pervert. His increasingly-swollen seed pods, able to
inseminate a dozen women in a day, had their obvious benefits, but they would
have worked just as fine churning litres of cum under his original shaft. This
new slab of cock was massive. A mountain of man-meat. Surely it would not even
fit inside a pussy, no woman could take his new member to the root.
Except for maybe one.
Bow swept around the blonde barbarian in a slow circle that left a trail of
bubbles popping on the surface. Sweeping the hair matted to his face out of his
eyes, the first thing he saw gave him a sense of infantile delight. Applejack
doggy-paddled towards him, causing those colossal cow-udders to bounce
weightlessly under the water, nipples gently rising and falling as they came
closer.
She searched for Bow while cleaning off the lingering seed coating her chest
like a layer of sweet icing. Applejack swung about in the water as she cleaned
her curves.
When she turned her bulb-shaped lower body towards him, hips as exaggeratedly
curved now as any fertility goddess's idol, he couldn't help but close in.
In doing so, he gave Applejack a new reason to curse her femininity. Her chest
had enlarged to the point where an ambush could be effortlessly launched from
underneath her hefty udders, creating a weakness she never before possessed.
And this weakness would only come to “swell” further when she bore a child.
That certainly seemed to be well on its way to happening already, with
Applejack’s first notice he was between her legs coming with those small hands
closing on her thighs, drawing himself deeper between them... He looked up at
her, barely able to see her face over her breasts, and lined himself up.
That head of that behemoth pressed on her warm, wet pussy teasingly. It served
as a final warning. Once it was in, she was his. Each grind of his tip against
her pussy only made it more inevitable.
But her body failed to heed that warning. Before Applejack even realized her
heated nethers grazed against his member, her powerful inner muscles quickly
latched on and sucked him deeper inside.
Once she realized what was happening, the in-heat female moaned like a bitch
and wrapped her legs around him. Applejack committed herself to sinking his
member inside her. Since she’d first saw his cock, she’d never quite felt like
it was quii~iite where it needed to be, but that changed now.
That throbbing, obscene erection pushed deeper into her sex. She was going to
get utterly ruined.
Bow worked his hips, more bubbles rising to the surface as his cock-presses
became firm and energetic.
He moaned as he finally did the unthinkable... and penetrated Applejack. He
actually got that monstrosity of cock in her tight pussy... inside the
dedicated shaft-milking channel running to her womb. He quickly locked his arms
around her waist and began to move like a feral animal, writhing against her in
pleasure, needing more than ever to empty those hanging grapefruit balls inside
of his giantess lover. Bow came to latch onto her like a lamprey, gripping her
widened hips with strength and determination she wouldn’t have thought to be
possible coming from such a small and innocent-looking child.
Applejack collapsed into the water, erupting with cries of pleasure that echoed
about the cave. The woman who had destroyed legions now struggled just to stay
afloat, helped along by the absurd buoyancy of her own, feet-obscuring melons.
Bow pushed in deep, and her velvety folds clamped down upon his shaft, already
attempting to milk those seed-pods dry. Some part of Applejack knew what lay in
store for her if she allowed this to continue, but her efforts to restrain him
turned into
a loving embrace. She ended up only pressing his face more firmly against her
abdomen, dropping her sumptuous knockers directly on his head.
Bow felt as if possessed by the Goddess of Breeding herself. He burned with an
urge far beyond his small size: to be fruitful and multiply, to permanently
imprint his strongest breeding urges on Applejack's body!
He drew his lover deep under the water's embrace, turning the previously-still
waters into a churning whirlpool, rising up a frothing tide of animalistic
activity.
There could be no mistaking Bow for what he was now: a strong, virile male,
with sperm that dominated eggs. He left her breathless with the force of his
thrusts, and his cock kissed her womb with as much passion as any pair of lips.
The more the Goddess fueled Bow’s desires to mate, the more he reeled under
unfamiliar thoughts and urges. Not only did each thrust feel greater and more
satisfying than the last, but he also felt his fate aligning with Applejack’s -
with all women’s.
The longer and more passionate their lovemaking became, the deeper Bow sank
into a breeding haze. Soon, his hips were not just driven out of seeking
pleasure, but also from a deep, consuming need to make this woman his breeding
bitch. He worked to put an end to any attempt she, or any other woman, made to
keep from having his child. He'd turn even the powerful, dominant Applejack
into a docile mother.
Deep down, on a primal and basic level, this was what he'd always wanted. Bow's
head filled with images of growing bellies, women expanding from flat and
shapeless girls into massively-curved, massively-endowed breeders who pumped
out his spawn, his progeny! His hips moved faster and faster now, driven by the
need to create new life... Bow felt strong, virile semen building up inside his
balls, and he knew he needed to unleash every last drop into Applejack's
fertile womb.
She would be his mate, he would claim her and breed her. He tightened his grip
on Applejack’s hips, and he kicked his legs forcefully under the water... Each
of his thrusts was powered by primitive urges to turn Applejack from warrior to
broodmare, from conqueror to mother.
Applejack had laid low wizards to warlords with her goddess-blessed might, but
even in the face of her impending breeding, she found herself helpless at
fending off Bow's feverish thrusts. The strength that shattered boulders and
bent whole trees was sealed off, denied from her, her very own body rebelled
against any thoughts that didn't involve taking that tremendous load of seed
into her aching womb. Applejack's divine brand glowed brightly in the wake of
her obscene, wave-making coupling with Bow, a distinctly ominous sign for the
blonde who sought to avoid a fate of mothering and care. Despite already nearly
having a bust vast enough for Bow to seclude himself under, she professed that
she was a true warrior! Somebody destined to behead mighty beasts, not hold
infants to her bosom!
But screaming this assertion within her own mind had little effect. Applejack's
thoughts were constantly in conflict with the deafening command to welcome her
fated partner deeper, to better the odds that her belly would come to swell in
the ensuing months. Each slap of that heavy sack against her  rear served as a
reminder to just how virile Bow really was, and that in turn only made it
harder to resist. Applejack's voluptuous figure was electrified with the need
to be bred, to be brought to its full, womanly potential. As the throbbing deep
within her lust-slick folds intensified, a small part of the barbarian wondered
what pregnancy would do to her well-defined muscles...
That was the power of cock, after all. Women were beholden to those hot little
flesh-rockets dangling between men's thighs, organs with the sole function of
establishing dominance. Even while women feared total slavery to cocks, and the
massive influx of hormones and bodily changes dicks caused - turning them from
flat-chested sticks into fertility goddess broodmares - bitches were thirsty
for being stretched out. They still inevitably spread their thick thighs apart
for girl-busting poles and let themselves be indoctrinated.
Applejack's days of casual, meaningless hook-ups and recreational sex - in-
between tackling her life's real work as a conqueror and an invader - were
truly over. Her brain was already changing its chemistry, each thrust rewiring
her previous mild interest in feeling cocks beating on her womb into a deep-
seated addiction.
And who did Applejack have to blame, but this little cherub firmly anchored to
the underside of her giant, tanned tits? If not for his chance encounter with
Applejack, Bow would have lived a quiet and inconsequential little life. He
would have grown into adulthood catching the various women of his tribe in
compromising positions, humping and rutting thick brown pussies left and right.
He would have considered his lot a decent one, if unremarkable.
Now, thanks to the power of her Goddess, that little brat clutching to the
near-giantess drove into her with unstoppable force, so much stronger than his
little body should have been possible of!
But at the same time, the water prevented Bow from going as deep as he wished.
Its ebb and flow might be turning the fucking between woman and child time
slippery, tingly and electric, but also turning it almost frictionless. He
burbled under the water, a cloud of frothing bubbles emerging from his mouth
announcing praise that never reached her ears.
It probably wouldn't have been very coherent anyway!
But while it felt so good, Bow needed to be able to drive into Applejack with
resounding force. He needed to fuck her on dry land, and seal his cum inside
her womb.
On that note, the pool frothed and bubbled with building energy. It was
followed by the lusty pair breaking above the surface with a great splash of
spray that darkened the murky vista of indigo rocks. Bow's hips exited the pool
with a great slurp of water, and the previously-muted smacking sounds of his
hard thrusts immediately echoed in Applejack's ears. Free of the weightless
soup, his long, well-defined dick tasted her pussy. He pounded very rough and
short, barely pulling out before returning the full length of his cock into her
tight, wet pussy.
Applejack came down on the smooth stone on the edge of the pool on her back,
Bow's little body still atop her, his hips practically a blur. Both lovers
still glistened from the pool, dropping water from head to toe. Applejack's
long blonde curls stretched out along the rocks, while Bow's short black hair
was plastered to his face, leaving just his twitching nose and his panting,
needy mouth exposed. He looked more like a spoilt child than ever.
At first he made a silly face of shock, like he was genuinely surprised all
over again by the sensations of her pussy, but then he realized the cause of
the heated, aching sensation in his cock. With the water no longer sluicing
their lovemaking, the insides of her pussy were free to suction on him, her
adoring folds sticking to his cock and inviting him to release.
That made the little boy very happy~ His eyes went from wide and glazed to
half-shut and shining with blatant greed. He plastered his hands to her giant
tits, fingers sinking into their meaty depths. He roughly claimed her with
aggressive male instincts.
Bow’s composure broke, eyes rolled back in his skull as his fat, veined shaft
came under an infinite, endless bombardment of greater pleasure than he'd ever
felt in his whole life. Sex with Mare didn't even compare to this. Sex with
Mare was a drop in the ocean of writhing, mind-melting titillation Applejack
flooded his senses with, drowning the horny little shit in. The impish child,
the wielder of that endowment that could humiliate grown men, couldn't imagine
living that life another day. He wouldn't allow it. Sex with Applejack was his
life now. Breeding with Applejack was the only thing that mattered.
Bow had never been so incredibly happy to be born a male. As he felt the seed
rising up from deep within his small frame with all the power of a divine
force, his voice came out in a hoarse cry... She could feel his desire to see
her belly grow painted on his young face. He wanted everyone to see her
burdened with his babies.
Applejack shook her head silently, mouth agape. She wished harder than ever to
rebuff him. She knew she was a warrior, a champion fighter unlike any other
that served no man. She would break any man who attempted to tame her.
Applejack knew this, and yet, these words failed to reach her tongue. Her body
rebelled against her decision. The blonde tried to say it again, or to say
anything that might help her avoid her fate of winding up as a fat-bellied
mother to children, again and again.
These attempts failed too. Every single one. Too distracted in the midst of her
lustful coupling, Applejack failed to see her brand glowing brighter and
brighter with her resistance. The very goddess herself exerted pressure on the
mortal heroine who had borrowed her power all this time. What had seemed like a
stalemate was in actuality a last stand for the flaxen-haired barbarian woman.
With the mind-numbing pleasure assaulting her person, the divine intervention
giving her a little push, and perhaps some buried maternal desires of her own,
what little mental fortitude remained in Applejack crumbled away.
Soon, her thoughts of resistance flipped. They became imagery of compliance, of
breeding this young stud and milking him for all the spunk his seed pods could
give her. Laying on her back on the cavern floor, legs pinned to her chest in a
mating press, Applejack could not distance herself from the fantasies of being
fertilized and cradling a large belly. Physical disobedience was beyond her at
this point, her body coiling around her comparatively tiny lover in the hopes
of keeping him right where he could do his job best.
Bow buried his face in her chest, finding a thick nipple, chewing the spout of
the woman he craved to own in body and soul. He squirmed and wormed against her
as her pussy refused to loosen up even a little on him, every thrust demanding
she become pregnant. Maybe he would have teased her to submit if he’d had the
presence of mind... or the ability to stop thrusting for even a moment in the
face of her awesome body.
When Bow’s cute little lips began to suckle from one of her teats much like the
babies she seemed destined to carry, Applejack's will could withstand the
pressure no longer, and bent right there. She gave Bow exactly the reply he
wanted, starting off in a quiet whisper -barely audible over their own obscene
lovemaking - and getting louder and more passionate the closer she came to
climax.
"Y-yeah... I'll... get pregnant. I'll... have your baby! All your babies! I...
I need 'em in my belly! M-more! Now! Fill me, Bow!"
Up until the moment of ejaculation, Bow had kept a steady, leaden thrusting
going. Solely and doggedly focused on the finish line, pursuing an end to their
rutting like a boy possessed. Now that it was here, that was all over!
With Applejack's words caressing his ego almost as thoroughly as her warm
insides did his bare cock, Bow was spurred to a spectacular finish. He came
inside his giant barbarian bitch, laying claim to her womanhood. He owned his
amazon inside and out; by the time he had wrung himself out to the last drop,
not a single inch of her Goddess-blessed form was left inviolate.
Bow perched himself all the way on top of Applejack's body, cock twisted lewdly
downwards. He kissed her all the way through the end of their act... mindless
animal sex performed for reproduction.
Bow went wild, scratching at her thick, abundant flesh, hissing Applejack's
name over and over. His breathing became ragged as he thrust his dick as deep
inside of her as he could.
He couldn't believe her body felt so good. His genuine, unabashed revelling in
the pleasure of Applejack’s form was his final clear thought before he came
deep inside of her, large cock releasing sperm in thick waves. He fired into
her childbearing place again and again.
Bow craved her pregnancy as much as she did now. He kept her forcefully plugged
up with his shaft until Applejack's thirsty womb had guzzled all the white
fluid down. In the end, it closed up again, sealing his sperm inside... and he
felt elated to know not a single drop had leaked out.
Applejack reeled, dropping onto her back as if struck. She felt punch-drunk,
dazed and reeling from having her innards turned into such a sludgy soup of
shota-cum!
Applejack’s eyes widened, just like her waistline soon would. Bow had done it.
He had followed through - with interest! - in his promise to see her bred, and
in doing so had given the typically dominating barbarian the shock of her life.
From that arm-thick and so disproportionate organ nestled so deeply inside of
her came an unbelievable amount of hot, virile spunk... all of it forced into
her ripe and vulnerable womb. Although the brand Applejack bore had flashed
with Bow's, signaling her inevitable impregnation, she did not need magic to
tell that this violation was guaranteed to leave her with a growing burden in
the months to come. For with each chugging twitch of her little partner's not-
so-little cock, another sap-thick burst of swimmers pumped into her, leading to
some very observable results.
Before Applejack's very eyes, her normally flat and muscle-defined stomach
bloated, swelling like a balloon. The more cum Bow pumped into her, the more
her hardened abdominal muscles forcibly stretched over her fattening gut. It
was without question that every cranny of Applejack's womb was packed to the
brim with the load from her youthful little partner, leaving no safe haven for
the numerous seed-ready eggs inside.
Bow’s seed overran her eggs immediately, the penetration and infiltration of
each one smiting Applejack with a jolt of pleasure so intense she convulsed in
climax again and again. She wrapped her powerful limbs around the much smaller
boy before her, trapping him where he was needed most. Applejack prevented all
chance of escaping.
In a sense, this was a mutiny of Applejack's body. It went the extra mile to
ensure she was pregnant, redundant as it might be at this stage. The powerful
warrior was undeniably made a mother at this very moment along the banks of
this secluded spring.
Worse yet, Applejack was made to enjoy the process, for her union with Bow had
brought pleasure unlike anything she had known, pleasure that spiked even
further when she was finally made a mother.
The sacred core of her womanhood was turned solid white, sloshing and gushing
with the will of the Goddess.
Inside Applejack's curvy body, a battle was fought. A tidal wave of sperm
rushed head-on at countless incredibly-unprepared eggs... They didn't know the
first thing about keeping sperm away, rather those bundles of Applejack's
strong genes seemed to wander right into the middle of those naughty shots of
spunk, totally unaware of the danger. Unaware her body would be turned into an
enslaved baby-chamber, and they would become heavy burdens on her body,
swelling her belly, engorging her tits with milk, changing her brain to love
babies, to adore babies, to want to care for as many babies as possible...
It was the shortest battle of Applejack's life. All her years challenging the
world's most dangerous creatures counted for naught here: no woman's eggs could
ever win against the steamy sperm of a virile male. Applejack's whole body
jolted with each successive impregnation, every time an egg was lanced through
by greedy sperm.
By the time it was finally over, she'd ridden out a dozen or more deep,
powerful orgasms... her litter would be truly enormous.  Applejack was changed
into a breedy broodmare.
Bow groaned on top of her, able to feel each inseminating pulse. His brand on
his shoulder flashed with each seeding, the magic stronger with each baby they
made.
He felt his desire grow. He wanted to see her rounded already, touch it with
his own two hands.
Now that the deed had been done, her towering, curvaceous self felt immense
fatigue from the exertion and her paltry resistance... forcing her to lie with
the lover and father of her future children.
Bow continued to rub little circles in her distended belly as if willing the
life within to grow. Applejack saw lust burning in his eyes, and she knew the
Goddess hadn't just instilled him with a pregnancy fetish... He now looked more
like the head of a cult of pregnancy. She might just have her work cut out for
her protecting other women from the horny little beast.
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"If you follow this trail, it will take you back to the main path out of the
Toxic Jungle. It's long since been abandoned by our tribe for the steepness of
the incline, but for one with the strength of the Divine it will be a trifling
matter."
Mare thrust an animal-skin satchel into Applejack's chest, and Applejack gasped
as her melons flattened against her body. She should have been wracked from
head to toe with exhaustion, but instead she tingled, more alive than ever. The
lightest graze over her body made her shiver.
The satchel was overflowing with fruit, much like the two women. Where before
Mare alone had been carrying Bow's children, now his progeny grew in both
heavyset maternal goddesses. It had led to a change of atmosphere, and Mare
seemed to look upon Applejack with growing approval. At first she had thought
Mare was treating her as an equal, but it was more than that.
With Applejack's binding to Bow, her body had grown larger, more imposing. Bow
had changed as well. And Mare watched them change, ascending to something else
that she could only vaguely understand. Applejack's body had become something
out of myth, a demigod.
And Mare looked upon her with worship.
"Thanks for all your help," Applejack said, before whistling to Bow. He turned
towards her, ears perking up, eyes alight. He was already horny again.
Mare knelt before her beloved child, shared one final adult tongue kiss with
him, then turned him towards Applejack. She held the Barbarian tightly in her
arms, then wiped a stray tear from her eye.
"A safe journey to you, Applejack the Barbarian."
"And friendly tidings to you too."
Applejack and Bow stepped out into the light together, their adventure begun.
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