Soarin’s sleep was short but well deserved. The second he closed his eyes it was as if he was taking the entire weight of the whole weekend off of his back. He felt a hundred pounds lighter, like he could walk on clouds—err, water? Damn, being nearly weightless when it came to surfaces made it difficult for the Pegasus to come up with a proper simile. He was happy, plain and simple, no need for him to bust a brain cell trying to think of something clever.

Even while asleep he could feel her cuddled up in his arms. Applejack’s fur was warm against his own coat. If he dared peek open an eye, he imagined he’d be greeted with the most wonderful sight in Equestria. Sleeping Applejack, nothing could compare to it, really. The big, tough gal snoozing so innocently by his side, showing off a cute and adorable side that rarely surfaced in the wake of others, a side of hers where she let her guard down and relaxed.

Anypony who knew Applejack and could witness such a thing would probably become flustered with laughter and perhaps a tad bit of embarrassment for her, but the first pony that early morning wasn’t a pony that knew Applejack that well, or perhaps even at all other than a glance for two in a newspaper article. This pony did however, know Soarin’ quite well.

“Aww, aren’t you just freaking adorable, Clipper.”

That name… that terrible, haunting name from his past… there were only a handful of ponies that knew that blasted stain on his life, and from the tone of the voice, it was the vixen witch he called a best friend. Soarin’ stirred awake, groaning angrily under his breath as he opened his eyes, being greeted by a yellow mare with a mane like a forest fire.

“Spitfire…” Soarin’ yawned, staring blankly at the Pegasus with soggy eyes. “Are you really here, or did is this all just a bad dream?”

“Ha, ha, you’re hysterical. We both know this isn’t a dream,” Spitfire grinned. “If this was a dream, I’d be naked and you’d be—“

“Hey, easy!” Soarin’ snapped, his hands covering up Applejack’s ears as he hushed Spitfire. “Can we not have this conversation right now? And for the record, if I’ve ever had a dream of you, it’d be to lock you away from the rest of the world to stop your sexual corruption.”

The yellow mare gave a fake, sarcastic gasp. “Are you implying that I’m a deviant? Because I prefer to be called a free-spirit…. Or slut. Take your pick. But on a semi-serious note, why all shushy-shushy with earth chick? Did you…” Upon muttering those words her voice trailed off and she froze. Her mind slowly started to piece the situation before her. Soarin’ was in a jail cell (irrelevant but worth rounding back to) with a girl, a rather cute girl if you dug the country look. Soarin’…. Girl… Soarin’… Girl…

Bit by bit, Spitfire’s eyes widened, her mouth opened up into a wide grin. Her wings started to unfold as her excitement finally hit its peak as she shot both of her arms up in victory, screaming at the top of her lungs:

“YOU GOT LAID!!”

This sudden outburst of noise was enough to shake the room. Small objects sitting on top of the many police desks rattled a little, a few of them even falling over. The noise was also enough to jumpstart Applejack out of her slumber, the orange mare shooting upwards and swinging at the air in front of her as if she was being attacked.

“What in the hickory hell is going on?!” The now wired awake AJ panicked, looking around the room for the culprit. “When I get… oh…” she started to calm down. She wasn’t being attacked at the moment, but she was still in the jail cell. “Right, we’re still here.”

Spitfire’s arms shot out from between the bars and grabbed Applejack by the shoulders, pulling her in for a big hug, or as much of a hug as she could muster. “Thank Celestia and her big sunny ass, you orange son of a bitch! I didn’t think anypony could get Soarin’ out of his stupid abstinence pledge. I mean you must give some killer head or have magic lady bits—say you two ain’t exclusive right? Because if you could get the prude master over here to rock some rocks then what do you think you could do for me?”

Applejack didn’t have a single clue about what Spitfire was talking about. She had been awake for less than seven seconds and she was already being forced into a hug from a crazy pony that wanted to have sex with her. All she really could muster up was a confused, “W-what?”

“Seriously, Spits I—”

“I swallow.”

“Oh my goddess,” Soarin’ facepalmed, dragging his hand across his face. It was like talking to a horny three-year old. “What I was saying is…” He waited for Spitfire to say something cheeky, but she thankfully stayed quiet, or quiet enough for him to speak. “… I don’t see how even you, with your never ending libido and sex cravings could still be hungry for mere mortals. I mean, you spent the weekend with a billionaire couple in the middle of the forest in a cabin. You cannot tell me that you didn’t find a way to turn that into a three day sex-a-thon…”

Soarin’ waited for Spitfire’s comeback. She would laugh a bit, say something snarky or maybe an innuendo, but instead he was greeted with silence. The flame-haired mare’s smile faltered, sagging and going limp as a tear—an actual pony tear, leaked through her eye.

The blue Pegasus was stunned. Soarin’ had known Spits nearly his whole life, and ever since she lost her virginity he had only ever seen her this sad three times before. Once when her pet toucan flew away, again when her father passed away, and a third time during her medical leave three years ago where she got kneed in the vagina and couldn’t have sex for three days.

“Holy shit…” Soarin’ gasped, covering his mouth with legit horror. “You… you haven’t had sex in over seventy two hours, have you?”

“IT WAS HORRIBLE!” Spitfire shouted. “What was worse was that it wasn’t just Fancy and Fleur, oh hell no. No, there was another couple there so I was like ‘Aww yeah! I smell a five-way,’ BUT THEY WERE ALL PRUDES! They were like ‘Ooh, I like having a platonic relationship with my gentleman lover’ and the other bitch was like ‘Something, something, something, French,’ and the guys weren’t any help! And everyone kept fighting and having sex around me—oh sweet Luna’s tits they had a lot of sex. Not with me of course! No I just had to fucking listen to it. It was porn radio, Soarin’ and it DOES. NOT. WORK FOR ME! I had to actually masturbate for the first time in fuck knows how long, and I think I did it wrong because I’m still horny! So YES! I haven’t had sex in over three days and it’s causing me to be very, very, eccentric!” By the end of that little speech, she was panting. Spitfire was getting all hot and bothered again, and was squeezing Applejack closer to her by the second. With one of her sweaty inhales, Spitfire let out a pleasurable groan. “Goddess… you smell so good.” She moaned into AJ’s ear. “Babe, do me a favour and reach down the front of my pants. Mama needs it bad.”

Applejack looked like she was in the grasp of a serial killer, looking even more terrified than when she was about to die yesterday. Her head slowly turned to Soarin’ for some answers. “Soarin’… who is this mare that just asked me to finger her?”

“That’s Spitfire…” Soarin’ sighed. “And sadly, you’re not the first pony she’s asked to do that. Although she’s going to be very disappointed to find out that we’re a couple!” He made sure to yell that last part out quite loudly, so even Spitfire could hear it.

“Sure, kick me while a girl’s down, real nice of you,” the yellow Pegasus complained, letting go of Applejack. For all her depravity, Spitfire would never sleep with a taken stallion or mare without a blessing from the other. “Monogamy, my only weakness.”

The orange mare dusted herself off a bit, straightening her clothes a bit. “So… this is Spitfire? I think this is the first time we’ve been formally introduced. Though Soarin’ has told me quite a tale about you.”

“Nothing good, I hope,” Spitfire said, taking a little bow, proud of her depravity. “But the honour’s all mine. I mean it’s not every day you meet the girl that was able to pull Clipper here out of his slump. Don’t know if you know this, but he’s been obsessing over some pie bitch he met at the G.G.G. like forever ago. He was honestly becoming kind of a prick.”

“Pie bitch, huh?” Applejack grinned. “Y’all can just call me Applejack or AJ. Pie bitch has a bit of a nasty ring to it.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Spitfire gasped. “What? No… seriously?! You’re the—DAMN!” She turned to her partner, wide-eyed with disbelief. “HA! You lucky ass. Well, all in all I’m happy for you, Soarin’, especially if it means you’ll stop being so damn mopey and sentimental and I can get my buddy back. Now come on, let’s get you out of here.”

“But…” Applejack started to wonder, poking her head through the bars of the cell. “There aren’t any police officers around now that I take a moment to look around.” It was true, the station was just as barren and lifeless as it was that night, save for Spitfire. “Where are all the cops?”

“Oh, there’s a sign out front saying they don’t start work until ten or something. Seriously, I just came from a town full of whack jobs but these are some seriously terrible pigs.” The yellow Pegasus reached into her pocket and pulled out a ring of keys. “Prison break!” She said enthusiastically, unlocking the door and swinging it open. “Come on, if the sign’s correct we only have two hours to make our getaway, and if you really are Applejack, then your brother is waiting for us outside.”

“My brothers back?” Applejack asked.

Spitfire shook her head eagerly. “Oh yes, and can I just say that I pity you. If that guy was my brother, I’d have sinned him so hard his mane would be white.”

Applejack cringed at that thought. Thinking about her brother in that way was enough to trigger her gag reflex, and stop her in her tracks as she tried to throw up that terrible image of her and Macintosh going at it.

“Like seriously, girl, his dick is like the size of my forearm, and the way they were going at it, I have no idea how Cheerilee hasn’t been split down the middle, or at least been put into a wheelchair.” She laughed as the farm mare continued to wallow in misery. “She might be the luckiest mare in Equestria!”

“Spits, please stop—”

“I swallow.”

“And I’ve got to stop using your name in shorthand,” the aggravated stallion muttered. “But please stop mentioning incest and her brother’s dick size? For me? For at least twenty minutes.”

The mare took a heavy breath and sighed. “Fine, but don’t say I never do anything for you.”

The three of them headed out of the empty police station, with Soarin’ taking a quick moment to leave some cash at the front counter and a quick note that explained the situation, and would most likely be ignored anyways. They stepped out into the town streets, being eight in the morning on a Monday meant that many ponies were already up and going on their daily lives. Kids were heading to school, shops were opening up, and others were jogging or walking around town. Waiting under an old tree by the police station stood a couple, a massive red stallion, and a busty purple mare.

Upon seeing her big brother, Applejack waved and ran over to the large clydesdale. The way she acted, it looked like she hadn’t seen him in years, just a small testament to their kinship.

“Hey, Mac,” She said, giving her brother a quick hug. “Cheerilee. Hope y’all had a nice weekend. Granny Smith is still pissed to all hell that you went on that little vacation and we’re way behind on picking apples. So I hope you’re ready to bust your hump today.”

Big Mac gave a slow nod, smiling a little as he bellowed. “Eeyup.”

“Good, cause I’ve had a crazy weekend myself—oh! Speaking of…” She waved over Soarin’, who looked like he had turned into stone, to meet her brother. “I got somepony you’ll want to meet.”

Soarin’ could see that he was being summoned, but his legs refused to move. Applejack was a tall mare, standing over six feet tall, but this brother of hers… he really earned the ‘Big’ in his name. The tips of AJ’s ears barely scaled up to the red stallion’s pecs, and each looked like they could rival steel in hardness, and Applejack wanted him to go near this thing?

Well, he was going to have to meet the brother eventually… no time like the present. The Wonderbolt shuffled over to the giant pony. “H-hi… I’m Soarin’—”

“Big Macintosh,” AJ’s brother said, slowly extending his gigantic hand to him. Soarin’ placed his far more mortal hand in its clutches and shook it. He could only imagine that to Mac, it was like shaking hands with a kitten.

“Nice to meet you…” Soarin’ gulped. He had faced down a lot in his life. Wars, dragons, murderous mares… but THIS would forever be the single most terrifying moment of his life. Shaking the hand of the stallion who probably took shits bigger than him.

“A pleasure,” Macintosh said sternly, his voice was like a subsonic boom. “So… you’re sleeping with my sister?”

“MAC!” Applejack frowned.

“Please don’t eat my heart…” Soarin’ whispered under his nervous smile.

“I’m just trying to make conversation,” Macintosh said, his grip on Soarin’s hand becoming more and more crushing. “As your big brother, it’s my job to make sure any fellas you meet aren’t following their own agendas. For all I know he’ll knock you up and run awaAAAHHH!”

Suddenly the behemoth of a stallion let go of the pegasus and crippled over backwards, his head leaning far down past his body and his ear pinched between the firm grip of Cheerilee’s fingers. The school teacher let out a disappointing groan. “I’m terribly sorry for that, Soarin’. He may seem like a grizzly bear but he’s more like a teddy bear. He just forgets his manners, isn’t that right dear?”

There was a twist on Mac’s ear as he wallowed in pain. “E-Eeyup!”

“Good, now stop scaring your sister’s coltfriend and play nice. Can I trust you to do that while I’m gone?” The clydesdale nodded obediently and the magenta mare let him free. “Thank you dear,” she beamed while walking off. “I wish we could catch up but I have a class to teach in less than an hour. But we will catch up, AJ. Tootles!” She said before walking out of earshot and towards the schoolhouse. Her weekend was over, and while it was a story in itself, would have to wait for another time. There was an algebra test first period that day.

“Damn…” Spitfire said, watching the schoolteacher walk off. “What I would do to that ass.” There was a loud huff from Macintosh who glared at her. “Relax big guy I was just joking.”

“This was my whole weekend…” Mac sighed, turning to Applejack, who almost immediately flicked him on the nose. “Ow! What was that for?”

“Cheerilee can’t be the only one who gets to put you in place,” she said with a deadpanned stare. “You might be her new bitch, but you’ll always be my mine.” Applejack wrapped her arm around Soarin’, pulling him close as she laughed. “Just like Soarin’ here is my new bitch.”

“Can I be your bitch too?” Spitfire asked. “Once in a lifetime opportunity.”

“I’ll pass,” AJ groaned.

“Well fuck you too,” the yellow mare muttered frustratingly. “Soarin’, grab your shit and let’s get out of here. We have practice in like two hours and we still have to pick up Misty Sky and Fleetfoot.”

“Yeah, I have to tell you something about that…”

“Save it for later, Soarin’,” Spitfire said, opening her wings and taking flight. “I’m going to fly around town and see if anypony wants some strange, but meet me at the road leading out of town in half an hour, so no dog-fucking around, you got it?”

“Yeah, I got it,” Soarin’ sighed, rolling his eyes as Spitfire took off.

Applejack frowned a little, watching the Pegasus fly away in a blast of black smoke. “I don’t know how I feel about you hanging around with that mare.” She said as she started to walk towards home.

“You can’t be serious,” The Wonderbolt grumbled, “Spitfire is many things, but she’d never go out knowingly with another stallion. If anything, you should be happy that she’s going to be around me all the time. Even if I ever had the tiniest little inkling to cheat on you, which I’d NEVER do, I wouldn’t because Spitfire would break my back and make me suck my own pecker.”

“You’re exaggerating.”

“Only a little, that’s the messed up part,” Soarin’ shuddered as they approached Sweet Apple Acres. Even though he had only spent the weekend at the farmhouse, it felt like more of a home to him than his sky mansion ever did, and he was going to miss it and everything about it. The open warm skies, the forest of trees, the shit-smelling fields, and of course the family that had been such kind hosts to him. He wondered how they would fair in his absence. It was almost laughable how he somehow forgot that he wasn’t actually a member of their family for a moment, but he was treated just as if him and Applejack were siblings—OK, incest, need to avoid that… like they were lifelong friends, that works.

Big Mac opened the front door. “I’m heading to the fields,” he said, glaring at Soarin’. “Don’t you try anything funny with my sister.”

Soarin’ nodded his head nervously as he bolted into the house and away from that monster of a stallion. It was a good thing that Macintosh hadn’t been there all weekend, or else things probably would have been a lot different, more likely than not he’d probably wouldn’t have had any relations with Applejack that whole weekend, maybe he wouldn’t even have found out that AJ was the pie mare from the Grand Galloping Gala.

It must have been fate.

Just like it was fate that the weekend would end and he would have to get back to his boring life as a pro-athlete/celebrity. Well, maybe not boring but it paled in comparison to this weekend. He dragged his feet up the stairs, every step clinging to the wood like a magnet so he could stay here forever. It was a fight to pry open the door to his room under the weight of his own reluctance.

The mare at his side helped him put his clothes away, or what little he had with him. She also seemed to be taking her sweet time while helping him pack. The same thoughts he was having were also running through the farm girl’s mind. She didn’t want this to be over, not yet. The two of them still had so much to learn about one another. The bones were there, but she wanted to know every aspect of who he was when he wasn’t Soarin’ the Wonderbolt.

“This sucks…” Soarin’ groaned. “I wonder what Spitfire would think if I said that I wanted to take an early retirement.”

“I think you’ve got a good while until then, sugar cube,” Applejack said, folding up Soarin’s Wonderbolt uniform. “And don’t worry about the clothes, you can keep them if you’d like. Give you something to remember me by.”

“Thanks, but there’s no way I’m forgetting about you again,” Soarin’ smiled. “And you better mail me some of those pies of yours, it’s all I’ve been thinking about since Saturday.”

“Maybe this time I can keep the rainwater out of it,” Applejack replied, closing his suitcase. “Well… I guess that’s the last of it. You going to go and meet up with Spitfire now?”

“Yeah… I guess I should,” he said, standing there in the middle of the room looking at Applejack. She stood there as well, staring back at him.

“Well, she did give you thirty minutes…” Applejack said.

“And it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if I was a little late…” Soarin’ replied.

Within a moment they were on each other. Their bodies slammed into one another, tugging at each other’s clothing, pulling one another closer while their lips wrestled passionately. This would be the last time they would be able to do this, and damn it they were going to make the best of it. They wasted no time tearing into each other’s clothing, the buttons on AJ’s shirt nearly popping off from the way the Wonderbolt forcefully ripped the front open.

Applejack shimmied her jacket off and started to pull up on her undershirt. Being thrown in jail she hadn’t had the opportunity to change her clothes, and it felt wonderful in its own way to be rid of them. While Soarin’ worked on getting himself undressed she started undoing her belt, letting her jeans and panties hit her ankles before jumping onto her bed. There wouldn’t be any time for foreplay, they were on the clock after all. She laid on her back, rubbing her tits gently with her legs wide open.

He was clear for landing as he pulled down his pants and briefs, crawling onto the bed over AJ. Their lips met once again while his free hand gave his half-limp member a few motivational strokes to peak its interest.

“Since we’re in a bit of a rush, I guess now would be time to show you a little pegasus trick,” he panted, nestling his cock between her legs.

“Trick? What are you going to do? Pull a rabbit out of my ass?”

“No, but that would be interesting,” Soarin’ muttered, pushing slowly between Applejack’s walls, inching his length in bit by bit. “Just… brace yourself.”

“For wha—oh my stars!” Applejack gasped. Feeling something utterly fantastic inside her. It rattled her senses, and the farm mare’s mind wasn’t able to comprehend what was happening to her. She wanted to look but her eyes were starting to roll to the back of her skull. AJ’s mind grew blank while Soarin’ continued to thrust and fuck her. Each time he pressed into her, she felt like she would lose it. Soarin’s dick was impressive, but there was no way that she could ever imagine it could somehow feel this good. There had to be a trick to it, but she was too out of it to figure it out.

The Wonderbolt picked up the pace, his hips working like a piston pounding down on Applejack. He strained back, trying to ignore the pain growing in his pelvis. This little move of his took a lot of concentration and stamina, as well as a bit of pain tolerance. It was a move that forwent his own pleasure in order to maximize his partner’s, and he wouldn’t be able to keep it up forever. Although from the look of Applejack’s sex-face she wouldn’t be able to last much longer either. It did show a tolerance in herself. Girls in the past that he used this technique on usually came in a minute or two. Applejack, even though having becoming nothing more than a lust-minded, groaning, pile of flesh and tits had still held out longer than any girl in the past.

Soarin’ gave one final thrust, flexing his hips and keeping his dick pressed inside of her, and focused his last remaining energy into pulling Applejack over the edge, and she came crashing gown. Applejack gave a loud, high-pitch squeal as her voice cracked, her drawl even disappearing into a girly cry of pure ecstasy. He sadly, would be denied this pleasure, as the Pegasus didn’t even have the energy to cum anymore, and instead slipped out of her gripping twat and roll to the side of the bed. He would be fine once given a few minutes to catch his breath, but the idea of flying home wasn’t going to be fun.

Applejack just laid there, waiting for the stars to stop flying around her head. “What…” She mumbled, her mind starting to remember how to form words. “What… what did you do and why in tarnation haven’t you’ve been doing that all along?”

“You never pull up the big guns right off the bat,” Soarin’ panted, his head rolling over to look at Applejack. “If I did this the first time we made love, then you wouldn’t have anything to look forward to.”

“And what is this, anyways?” Applejack asked. “Cause I’d really like to know and send a bushel of apples to whoever taught you that.”

“Learnt it from an old friend, not giving you his name,” The Pegasus said. “But look down at my crotch and I’ll show you. Just don’t blink or anything because I’m already spent.” Both of her green eyes were locked on his bobbing prick, standing tall and proud with pent up desire. Soarin’ started to groan a little as if he was trying to force something to happen, and for a brief second, Applejack saw what had brought her so much joy. His cock started to rattle very quickly, causing a fuzzy blur for a moment before Soarin’ gasped and his dick fell limp.

“It… You can vibrate your dick?!”

“For a bit, yeah…” Soarin yawned. “But it takes a lot out of me, I can’t even cum myself after doing it, so I only did it for girls I cared about, and now only for you. But please, let’s make this a more seasonal thing, like… happy birthday! Here’s my vibrating penis.”

“Oh sugar cube…” Applejack grinned, rolling to her side and playfully brushing his mane a little. “That’s not going to work for me. Y’all need to get on some sort of regimen because I ain’t going back to normal sex after that. I finally have a leg up on Rarity! She loves bragging about Spike’s big dragon cock, but I can’t wait to see the look on her face when I tell her my coltfriend’s dick is part vibrator!” She started rubbing her hands wickedly. “That’ll show miss prissy butt who’s boss!”

“Yeah… I’m sure she’ll be super upset,” Soarin’ yawned. “Holy crap I just want to lay here forever…”

“Me too, feather boy,” Applejack sighed. “So when do y’all think you’ll be able to visit me again?”

“As soon as possible,” Soarin’ said, rolling out of the bed to put his clothes back on. “I guess this time it really is till next time.” His smile started to falter. “I’m really going to miss you.”

“I’m going to miss you too,” Applejack said, her smile fading away as well. “But you got a job to do and so do I. These apples aren’t going to buck themselves.”

“Oh I’m sure that they could make a contraption that—”

“NO!” AJ snapped. “I mean… there’s more heart in the way we do it.”

“Yeah you’re probably right,” Soarin’ said, doing up his belt and grabbing his suitcase. He walked over to AJ and pressed his lips against hers once last time, savouring its sweet taste and locking it into his memory. “I’ll see you soon, Jackie.”

“You better,” Applejack said back, leaning forward as Soarin’ pulled his head away. She’d get up and walk out with him, but her legs weren’t working right now and she was far too comfy at the moment. Instead she watched from her bed as the Wonderbolt walked to her window and opened it up. He looked back at her one more time and smiled before taking off to go and meet Spitfire again.

Applejack watched him from the window for as long as she could before he disappeared behind some clouds and sighed. Her legs still were sore and she doubted she could walk properly, let alone kick apples off a tree. Instead though, she rolled over onto her stomach and pushed herself halfway off her bed. Her hand reached and searched for something she stuffed up in her bedsprings and pulled out a small leather book and a pen. Dragging herself back on the mattress, she opened the journal and flipped passed some old diary entries and went to a blank page. She readied her pen and wrote a title at the top of the page.

‘My future wedding.’

Author's Note

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