Author's note: A reminder that these are anthro ponies, with clothing, hands, boobs and everything. I hope you enjoy!

The evening’s sky gleamed with all its majesty on that Thursday night. The stars twinkled like diamonds on the black gown of the midnight’s display for all the nocturnal animals, as well as the few ponies that managed to stay awake so late in the night. In the orchard of Sweet Apple Acres, the inside living room of the farmhouse illuminated the fields with a bright yellow glow of lit lanterns and candle light. Sitting around the kitchen table were six ponies and a dragon, laughing and playing cards. Applejack, Twilight, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Pinkie, Rarity and Spike were all in the middle of playing a round of poker.

“Read ‘em and weep, everypony!” Spike grinned, revealing his hand. “Full house!”

“Go fish,” said Pinkie. “I don’t have any fours or twos.”

“We’re not playing Go Fish, Pinkie,” mumbled Rainbow. “This is… what is this, again?”

“Applejack Blackjack,” said Applejack. “I’ve said it a dozen times, RD.”

The cerulean pegasus rolled her eyes. “But you’ve only explained the rules, like, once.”

Twilight magically collected everyone’s cards and shuffled them while volunteering an explanation. “Everypony draws five cards, then you take one card and place it face down in the middle or pass it to the player to your right. All face down cards in the middle can be taken by any other player, except to ones who were already given a card from the player to their left. This repeats for three rounds, with players trying to forge the best hand while trying to sabotage their opponents. On the final round, everypony has to remove two cards from the game and place a third card face up in the middle, which can then be used for any and all players. The scoring is like basic poker.”

Everypony just stared at Twilight, Rainbow being completely lost and muttering, “Yeah… lots of help, there...”

“Got any eights?” Pinkie asked.

“You don’t even have any cards! And why can’t we play a regular game? What was so bad with Equestrian Conquest that we stopped playing it?!”

“Because some ruffian kept flipping the board whenever she lost a battle.” Rarity batted her eyes while giving Rainbow an unamused look. “Besides, I never really liked that game. It’s far too long.”

“Okay, I did that once!” Rainbow pouted. “Besides, Spike was cheating!”

“I wasn’t cheating!”

“No one rolls that many sixes in a row! I lost fifty troops that game!”

“And that’s all it really is, Rainbow,” Applejack argued. “A game that’s meant to be fun, that’s the whole reason we started these game nights.”

“Yeah, to have fun!” Pinkie smiled. “We should play Candy Lane!”

“I think we’re a little too old for that game,” Applejack said. “Shoot, my sister’s too old for that game. It’s probably collecting dust in the attic along with all our old foal stuff.”

“I like that game…” Fluttershy whispered. “It’s fun and easy.”

“Well, unless y’all wanna wait while I go and search the attic to find it, I suggest we think of something else to play.”

The seven friends sat in silence for a few moments trying to think of something to play, but it proved much more difficult than they would’ve thought. There were so many games to play, and yet only one night to try them all. It was quite the dilemma they faced. Finally, Twilight broke the silence.

“Well, since we already have the cards out, we could just play another card game. I say we should play something that we all know already, and would enjoy since some of us seem to have a hard time gripping to new concepts fast.”

“Go fish!” Pinkie Pie screamed again, raising her hands in the air. “Go fish! Go fish! Go fish! Go fish! Go fish!”

“Alright!” Rainbow groaned while face-palming and shaking her head. “We’ll play go fish. Is that okay with everypony else?... Or do we spend the next hour listening to Pinkie blabbering?"

"Aww... What's wrong with blabbering, Dashie?"

"I just don't want to listen to you be a loud mouth all night!"

"Well, I can think of one pony who really likes the things I do with my mouth at night! Why, last night, I was trying this thing with my tongue- "

“Excuse me, dear, but didn’t we all agree that there would be no talk of relationships or... sex at the games table.”

“This is coming from the pony that brought her drakefriend with her…” mumbled Applejack. “If y’all are going to talk about that kind of stuff you can just leave…”

The six others looked around at one another with confusion and whispers. Spike scratched his head as he looked over to the cowpony. “Applejack, is there something wrong?” he asked. “Do you want me to leave?”

The orange mare took a deep breath. “No… It’s just that— you know what, just forget about it. Twilight, could you deal us another hand?”

Twilight stopped shuffling the cards and patted them into a nice neat pile. “Not until you tell us what’s bugging you. It’s not like you to be this sour without a good reason.”

What she was about to say was something that had been on her mind for the last couple of weeks. She knew it wasn’t going to be easy, for it was an extremely stupid and trivial matter; nevertheless, it was still something that had been bugging her for a while.

“There’s nothing wrong, sugar cube,” she sighed. “It’s just that… well… To be completely honest with y’all, I’m jealous of you. Hell, I’m jealous of all of you.”

There was a long, awkward pause as everypony, including Spike, froze. Applejack was afraid that something like this was going to happen, so she tried her best to explain the situation calmly.

“Look, it’s not like I’ve stopped loving you girls…” the cowpony said, trying to keep herself together and strong. “And Spike, you know I’ll always respect the heck out of you, and I’m glad you and Rarity were able to get over whatever it was that held you two back from being together that one weekend, and I wish you both the best of luck.”

“Then, what is it?” The drake asked.

“It’s just that... well, I’m the only single mare at this table…” she finally said. “You’ve got Rarity, Pinkie has Caramel, Fluttershy’s sees Iron Will every couple of weeks, Rainbow and Thunderlane are going steady, and even Twilight has those two stallions in Canterlot that she’s never introduced us to.”

“Yeah, what’s up with that?” Spike wondered. “When are we going to meet these two fine stallions?”

“Aren’t we talking about Applejack?” Twilight said to keep everypony on the same subject. “I don’t see why my totally male coltfriends need to be dragged in this conversation.”

“Twilight’s right!” Pinkie Pie nodded her head making her poofy mane bop and billow in a cute style. “We can talk about that later.”

“Why didn’t you say something earlier, dear?” Rarity’s eyes seemed to sparkle at the new gossip. “I would’ve been more than happy to introduce you to some very nice stallions. Why, I know of a griffon that you would get along splendidly with. Or, perhaps, you would like to talk to a donkey that I know? Or do you like minotaurs? I’m fairly sure we could talk Iron Will into introducing you to one of his companions.”

“I just told you that I was ashamed to admit I was jealous,” Applejack said. “I didn’t want to sound like some sad, lonely mare. I’m not that desperate. Yet.”

“But we’re your friends,” Fluttershy whispered. “All we want is for you to be happy.”

“Fluttershy’s right,” said Spike. “Applejack, you know we all care for you like family. You shouldn’t have to be embarrassed about being single; we were all that way at one point. Then, one day, we each met that special somepony. Don’t ever think you have to be ashamed about anything around us. Heck, if you want, we can even help you find somepony.”

“If you want us to, that is…” whispered Fluttershy.

“You girls...” Spike glared daggers at Applejack. “...and drake...” He turned up the corners of his mouth, and softened his eyes. “Y’all are the best,” beamed Applejack, getting up from the table and walking over to the dragon and giving him a hug. “All of you, you’re the best friends a girl could ask for, and I feel much better getting this off my chest. Really, y’all shouldn’t worry so much about me.”

“I’m more worried about you than me,” he said, returning the hug.

“Why’s that?”

“Well, you’re crying, for one,” he said, pushing her away slightly so he could wipe away one of the tears leaking from her eyes. “You don’t have to be so sad; none of us are mad at you.”

“I’m not crying,” the cowpony sniffed. “I’ve got something in my eye, is all…”

“Applejack, relax,” Twilight said. “We’re all still friends and we’re not going to stop being friends.”

“I know! I know…” she said, heading back to her spot at the table. “Just didn’t think that y’all would take this news so well.”

“Well we could all get mad and start crying if that’d make you feel better,” said Pinkie. “APPLEJACK! WHY WOULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS TO US?!”

“Can it, Pinkie!” Rainbow ordered. “I think that’s enough talk about this. Last time I checked, we were trying to figure out a new game to play.”

“Right.” Rarity huffed and gazed around at the others. For a minute or two, she tapped her fingers in thought; then, finally poking her head back up, she claimed, “I think I know what we should play!”

Applejack scratched her head. “What’s that?”

“Who does Applejack have a crush on?” The white mare grinned. “Now that we know she wants a coltfriend, we have to find the most eligible stallion for her.” She gave a sigh. “Oh, how I’ve missed gossiping and matchmaking.”

“That’s it,” Applejack grunted, furrowing her brow and frowning heavily. “I’m gonna go get Candy Lane.”

“Applejack, don’t go,” Fluttershy pleaded. “But… do you like anyone else? It’s okay if you don’t…”

“Yeah, come on AJ.” Rainbow stopped her with the same look she always gave whenever Applejack was being unreasonable. “Spill it! Who do ya have the hots for?”

“Guys, stop it,” Applejack demanded while staring at the table. Her orange cheeks quickly started to flush red from embarrassment. “I share some personal stuff with y’all and you’re on me like hens on chicken seeds.”

“Well, this hen wants to hear some clucking, dear,” Rarity said with a devilish smile. “You’ve always been terrible at hiding your feelings. There’s somepony else, isn’t there? Or perhaps a griffon, maybe? Are you into minotaurs, perhaps? Tell us.”

“Am I just talking to myself, or am I just spitting out hot air? ‘cause I ain’t going to talk about what stallion I like. Besides, hadn’t we already gone over that last bit!?”

“So it’s a stallion!” Rarity chimed. “Is it somepony we know?”

“Is it Time Turner?” Pinkie asked. “Or, maybe, it’s Noteworthy!”

“It ain’t either of them!” Applejack’s brow lowered in annoyance. “Please, stop interrogating me about it. Pinkie, do you want to play Go Fish?”

“Is it Big Mac?”

“That’s my brother, Pinkie! Look... If you must know, I do have a bit of a crush on a pony, but... it’s not like he even remembers me... It was a long time ago…”

“A stallion you met a long time ago…” Rarity thought to herself. “Spikey honey, who did we meet a long time ago?”

Spike rubbed his chin and said, “Well, lots of ponies, my love... but stallions that Applejack met…”

“Stop trying to figure it out,” droned Applejack, her head slamming against the table in defeat. “I met him at the gala… the year when we first met Twilight.”

“Oh yeah, I remember that.” Rainbow giggled at the remembrance. “That was the night I got to hang out with all the Wonderbolts after saving Soarin’s pie from falling to the ground… Oh my gosh! It’s Soarin’, isn’t it?!”

“N-no!” Applejack stuttered, growing even redder.

“It is!”

“Really?”

“That’s wonderful!”

“Have you tried talking to him since the gala?” Rarity asked.

Applejack blushed wildly at the truth being revealed, burying her head in her hat. “There’s been a few times when I tried to speak to him, like when we were all at Cadance’s wedding, but I couldn’t work up the nerve… Besides, he probably doesn’t even remember me. He’s got a million and a half other mares that he could be with, not to even mention Spitfire. It’s not likely he’d ever remember me.”

“That’s not true!” Rainbow said. “I’m sure he remembers you!”

“Rainbow, don’t be stupid,” she said. “He’s a big shot celebrity, and I’m just… I’m just a simple farm girl from Ponyville.”

“That doesn’t mean you don’t have a shot with him,” Rarity countered. “Next time you see him you should talk to him.”

“When am I going to see him again?”

“Well, actually…” Rainbow averted her eyes while pausing to collect her thoughts. “I wasn’t going to bug any of you guys with this, but since Applejack has a lady boner for Soarin’, we could go to the Four Flower Festival in Canterlot. I heard from Spitfire that the Wonderbolts are gonna be making an awesome entrance and chill for a bit, too.”

“Rainbow, I don’t know…” Applejack glanced around the room, nervous about the information being presented to her. “A little meet and greet isn’t enough time to start something.”

“Hey, I’m getting there,” Rainbow continued. “If you would’ve let me finished, I could’ve been able to tell you they’re doing a charity auction… and guess what they’re auctioning off?”

“Pinecones?”

“No Pinkie, they’re doing a Wonderbolt Weekend!” The cyan pony said. “They’re going to auction off the Wonderbolts for the weekend! And that includes a mister Soarin.”

“What in tarnation does that mean?”

“Remember last year at the high school when all the hoofball players and cheerleaders were doing that fundraiser and you could get one of the students to be a servant for a day?”

“I remember Apple Bloom having to do whatever Snails told her to do that day,” said Applejack. “So it’s sort of like that?”

“Basically the same thing,” smiled Rainbow. “If you win Soarin’ in the auction, you can make him do whatever you want.” She leaned in closer. “And I mean anything.”

Applejack gulped at the teasing words that began to play in her mind. Lustful fantasies of easily ordering Soarin’ to do whatever she wanted, embarrassing or not taunted her better judgement and meddled with her morality, not that a stallion like him would find anything wrong with this.

“What I think Rainbow’s trying to say,” Twilight voiced, “is that maybe if we pull some money together, we can sorta win Soarin’ for you, then see what happens from there.”

“I don’t know, girls,” groaned Applejack. “It just doesn’t seem natural, like this is supposed to work out differently. Plus I’d feel sort of guilty if we buy his time like that.”

“Well, it’s the only plan we’ve got.” Twilight looked at Applejack sternly, seemingly on Rainbow’s side and said, “So unless you can think of a better way to do this, then please, let us know so we can help.”

The farm pony couldn’t help but smile weakly at the friends around her. It was nice to have good friends like them to push and motivate her to do the things that she was reluctant to even try. “Thank y’all… You’re good friends.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Spike assured the farmgirl. “Now, I don’t know about you, but I think we should call it a night, have to be up early if we want to catch an express train to Canterlot. Rarity, are you coming?”

“Of course dear,” said the white mare, locking arms with her love. “We’ll see the rest of you girls bright and early tomorrow.”

“Alright, see you later…”

“Bye everypony!”

“Goodnight AJ.” Rainbow flashed her eyes at Applejack momentarily with a suggestive smile. “Enjoy your last night alone… You’ll be sharing it with a Wonderbolt tomorrow.”

“Alright, see you girls later,” Applejack said, waving goodbye as the last of her friends that headed out the door. When the door gently closed behind Fluttershy, she headed through the kitchen to get to her room, but noticed that the fridge light was on. Curious, she decided to get a better look and noticed a magenta mare wearing an oversized red shirt rummaging through the fridge.

“Never any whip cream…” Cheerilee sighed. “I must remember to put it on the list.”

“And why would I want to put that on the list, Miss Cheerilee?” Applejack whispered, causing the teacher to jump in fright.

“Oh my heaven!” She gasped. “It’s just you, Applejack. I thought everypony else was asleep.”

“I had some friends over to play some cards, what exactly are you doing in my refrigerator?” Applejack asked. “And don’t feel like you need to answer that truthfully, because I don’t actually want to know.”

“Well, after your brother and I got back from our date it was already quite dark out. I didn’t want to walk home in the dark, you see.” Cheerilee blushed while grazing her nose with a finger. “So your brother invited me to stay the night, and one thing led to another... Two hours later, I’m wearing his shirt and he’s wearing me like a hat.”

“I didn’t need to know that,” groaned Applejack. “I’d rather not have the image in my head of you two and your… hat-wearing.”

“Sorry,” Cheerilee said, laughing nervously. “It just sort of slipped out.”

“Right… Well, don’t let me keep you two from having a good night. Just try and be quiet.”

“Will do dear,” said the magenta mare. “Have a good night.”

“Night to you too.” Applejack headed out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her room. When she got in, she fell onto her small cot, burying her head into her pillow. Her groans of weary exhaled as the day relapsed in her mind once again. Her hands wrapped themselves around her eyes to wipe away the exhaustion that started to set in thoroughly.

All the earlier talk of Soarin’ and her little run in with Cheerilee had gotten her more aroused than usual, despite being so tired. Lifting her head from the pillow, she double checked that her door was closed and started to reach under her mattress. Ruffling her hands around in search she retrieved some of her more private things, namely her copy of last year’s March issue of Flyers Illustrated magazine. Normally, she wouldn’t bother to have such things in her possession, but this issue was special.

This was the one contained Soarin’ as the cover colt, as well with some rather provocative poses of him. Despite it not being a full-on pornography, it still remained extremely revealing. There were moments in many pages of him being shirtless, and hands acting to unzip the jeans he wore, making his whole posture keep a seductive look.

The cowpony placed the magazine to the side for a second as she made herself more comfortable, unbuttoning her shirt, though not completely taking it off. Her hand slipped coyly inside and massaged her chest fur while eyeing the stallion. Pictures of his equine being taking her to the bed and ravaging her loomed in her mind, begging her to bite her bottom lip in need of satisfaction. She then started to unbuckle her belt to shimmy her jeans down slightly to move her fingers down and play with her lower lips.

Applejack turned to her side as she opened to a particular section which might’ve been the most teasing in the whole catalog. It showed Soarin’ flying with his signature uniform on, but turned backwards to face the open sky and unzipping the front. His fur was moist from justly cruising through a cloud, and even parts of his member showed. Seeing the image clear in the moonlight from her window, Applejack sighed with a smile, loving his smirk.

She skipped a few of the boring articles, ads and other fillers that kept the magazine from being a porno pop-up book until she found the page she was looking for. The opening of his documentary section had the pegasus grinning in a red lounge care while wearing a rather tight Wonderbolt flight suit. Though not his own, it was custom made just for this book. It left little for the imagination, but gave so much to dream of. His clinging spandex gripped and folded against every muscle of the athletic pegasus, from his broad shoulder to his modest hips and lower waist, faintly flexing his abs down his frame. Applejack could already feel herself warming up as she flipped the page over.

The new picture had her pegasus with his suit unzipped and opened, showing off all his hidden muscles. Her eyes followed down the open zipper all the way to where the zipper ended and the bulge in his pants began. She always flushed with heat when she saw his rather large and hard throbber pressed against his thigh. Even the equine ring could just barely be seen. Her head began to hurt at how close she was, though not just yet. It still seemed too early. As she allowed another finger to venture through her and open her up a tiny bit more, and ruffle her underwear, rubbing the others against the walls of her twitching and damp marehood, she huffed more frantically with desire growing.

This was all Applejack needed, that final image of Soarin’s heated thickness to take her away. Working hard to scratch that irritable itch that just wasn’t wanting to go away and imagining it was the hand of her love, she fastened the pace. Applejack whirled around her folds, trying desperately to enflame her emotions. She could feel the fire definitely burning, but wanted more. With little other option, she abandoned the magazine and rolled to her back, letting her second hand join in with the fondling of her slit. With one hand already getting things started, she let the other intrude into her wet mound, penetrating deep into herself. Applejack started to sweat, her legs clenching together and her heart-rate rising as she double teamed her folds, rotating thrusts of her two hands that worked her over.

And all she needed was Soarin’. Fantasizing about his hands tenderly playing with her and running along her belly, eventually reaching her goodies below, screwing with her buzzer and never ending the fun they could share was now like heaven to the mare. The only thing that would’ve probably been better was actually experiencing it. The cowpony knew she was dangerously close. With her panties already soaked to the brim and the pants she wore pushing herself in deeper, none of that helped prevent the inevitable. She breathed heavily as she nearly threw her head back in sheer pleasure. Her right leg even began to twitch from the sensation. With all her remaining energy, she drove her fingers as far down as she could go.

Applejack fought the ecstasy buildup that was gathering between her open and spread legs, moans followed grunts as she stared down at her own naughty hands. The sight of her self-violated marehood was enough to send her well over the edges she’d been teetering on for a good couple of minutes. The feeling was so intense, she was forced to bury her head and muffle the sexually enthralling sounds she made. Knocking at her peak, she rolled over and lifted her flank up so her rear was mooning the ceiling. With her left hand exiting her pussy, she grabbed the hilt of her tail and pulled tightly, a secret little fetish that always sent her in a whirlwind of ecstatic pressure, similar to opening the floodgates. Her love juices trickled down her shaking legs, and with one last bite of the pillow, she pivoted her hindquarters up with eyes rolling back in ultimate relief.

Satisfied and beyond exhausted, she wiped her cum off on her chest and legs. She crawled under her covers and tossed her ruined panties under the sheets. She made sure to hide the magazine under one of her pillows and finally started to drift off into slumber, the possibility of finally meeting Soarin’ lulling her to sleep.

Author's Note

I would like to once again thank everyone who helped me with this fic! Pia for the awesome art! Issac, Art Inspired, Aburi for helping me with edits and making my clop 200% cooler and of course Path_of_cloud for creating such a wonderful universe!

I hope you enjoy and more will be here on the way!