“Do you see him?”

“I can’t with your giant butt in the way…”

“My butt’s not big!” Apple Bloom huffed, shoving her friend away. She did, however, move out of the way for her friends. “Anyways, can you see him? “

Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle nudged through the bushes that they were hiding in, peeking through the bristle and leaves to spy on a very special pony, a tall, blue pegasus walking with Applejack, the two most likely returning from working in the apple field.

“Oh mama…” Scootaloo drooled. “He’s even hotter in person.”

“You know, I never really understood what makes Soarin’ so hot,” Sweetie Belle asked herself. “I mean… he’s good looking and all, but he’s had to have slept with a hundred girls by now.”

“Yeah, but he’s still so dreamy…” the wide eyed orange filly sighed. Taking a small moment away from her daydream she turned to Apple Bloom. “So tell me again… why does your sister have hotty, hot, super hunk following her around? Did she win him in an auction?”

“Actually yeah, I think,” Apple Bloom said. “I think she went to that Wonderbolt Weekend thing in Canterlot or something. I wasn’t really around to get the details.”

“Maybe that’s because you’re never home anymore,” Sweetie Belle whispered.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” She said, trying to change the subject. “So Soarin’ here, that’s cool…”

“I’m going to talk to him.” Scootaloo grinned. “Or maybe take a squeeze of that ass.” The young pegasus got up from her hiding spot, and started to creep around the brush and leaves. When she got close enough to him, she made her move, extending a clamping hand and grabbing the firmness of his buttocks.

Soarin’ gave a little yelp as he fluttered a little into the air from his… grabber? “Yikes! Whoa, hey there!”

“What was that?” Applejack asked, turning around and seeing her sister’s friend grabbing her crush’s rear. She was struck with a tinge of anger, but a lot more jealously. How was she able to do something so gutsy, yet remain so calm? “Now what in the hay do you think you’re doing?!” She demanded, her face growing red. “Well?”

Scootaloo, wide-eyed, was about to answer Applejack, but her wings started to twitch, and she did the best that she could to take off. Although even as a young mare, she still had a problem getting up into the air, and with the density of the trees, she got caught up in the branches. “Crap…” She moaned, struggling to get free. “Look! Please don’t be mad at me, Soarin’! I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.”

“That’s fine, kid,” Soarin’ sighed. “This ain’t the first time somepony’s tried to grab my flank, and I’m sure it ain’t the last.” He flew up to the tree, and gently landed on one of the bigger branches. The Wonderbolt turned to the forest and smiled. “The rest of you can come out now as well.”

One by one, the guilty heads of Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle emerged from the bushes, their heads bowed down a little in shame for their actions, although Soarin’ seemed indifferent, cheerful even. He knew when something was just done in good fun, even if it did leave his buttocks a tad sore. Even so, Sweetie Belle immediately cracked under the pressure, however much their actually was. “We’re sorry, Mr. Soarin’! We didn’t mean to do it. I wasn’t even totally on board with this idea! I don’t even see what’s so attractive about you.” She bit her tongue. “Not that you’re not attractive! But I’m just not into pegesi.” She blushed nervously, mentally face-slapping herself. “Not that there’s anything wrong with pegesi but—”

“Sweetie Belle…” Apple Bloom sighed, snapping her friend’s lips shut. “Just… just stop talking.” When Sweetie nodded, she let the unicorn’s lips free. She looked up, and was caught in the terrible glare of her older sister. The young mare knew she was in the crap now, and fleeing seemed like the most logical thing to do. “Well… this was nice and all, but we should be going! Got to uh… find our cutie marks!” She grabbed Sweetie Belle and started running away.

“But we got our cutie marks years ago!” The oblivious white unicorn replied, but was whisked away. Applejack took a deep breath, calming her riled up nerves before turning around and continuing to the house. Sometimes she thought that her sister and her friends got more air-headed every day, Apple Bloom especially. That girl had some issues.

Soarin’ noticed Applejack was leaving and was about to follow, but first he lifted up one of the branches that Scootaloo was struggling to free herself. The orange filly yelped, tumbling to the ground landing with a thud. “Ow…” she groaned, her small wings tangled up with sticks and leaves. The Wonderbolt hung upside down from the branch for a moment before flipping down and landing on his feet. Scootaloo looked up with a mix of awe and fear at the pegasus who’s exterior she had just recently grabbed, and closed her eyes in fear of the worst. But as the moments passed and nothing bad happened, she peeked through one of her eyes, and was greeted with not an angry Soarin’, but a grinning one.

Soarin’ offered her a hand. “I told you, don’t sweat it,” she said. “Just next time you want to grab my ass, buy me dinner first.”

“So… cool…” the pegasus blabbered in her dreamlike state, taking the Wonderbolt’s hand. He helped her get back on her feet, and they just stood there for a few seconds before Scootaloo blurted out, “Do you want to go out for dinner?”

Soarin’s raised an eyebrow, impressed by her boldness. “Sorry, but I’m Applejack’s for the weekend.” He noticed how Scootaloo head dropped at his answer, so he placed a hand on her shoulder, brushing up against her cheek. “Hey, but I’m sure there’s some lucky guy out there that wants to go to out with you.”

“Is it you?”

“It’s not me,” he said bluntly. “I’m probably a decade older than you, and I’d rather not go to jail… But don’t worry about it, just keep looking. You’ll find your Wonderbolt.” With that he took off, as Applejack had gotten quite far ahead of him, and left the young pegasus with a lot to process.

When he did catch up to the cowpony, she was cursing something under her breath. “Dang blast it… stupid sister and her friends…”

Soarin’ fluttered up to her, flying circles around her, and reminding her of a certain friend of hers. “Hey, so that was interesting. Was that yellow one was your sister, eh?” He asked, and Applejack nodded. “She’s cute, and her friends are pretty funny. The orange one’s got a killer squeeze.”

“I’d prefer if you didn’t talk about that,” The orange pony scowled with a tinge of anger in her voice. “If that’d be OK with you.”

“Jealous, are we?” Soarin’ chuckled. “If it makes you feel better I talked to her a bit. Hopefully I got through to her and she’ll leave me alone… or at least be less aggressive. You know she kind of reminded me a bit of Rainbow Dash.”

“How so?” Applejack asked, gulping the second the words pushed through her lips. “Actually, I’d rather not know.”

The pegasus couldn’t help but smile. “Relax, I meant in terms of attitude and mannerism. Rainbow never touched my ass.”

She didn’t say anything, but Applejack was praising Celestia’s name in her head upon hearing those words. In any case, she could see the house from the treeline, and the sizzling smoke coming from the chimney indicated that something was cooking in the kitchen. The scent of freshly roasted vegetables and fruit lingered in the cowpony’s nostrils, making her hungrier, but she couldn’t let her stomach get in the way of her mission. She got a kick in her step, running ahead of Soarin’, turning around and saying, “You wait here, I’m going to get us some lunch,” she said before leaving him in the distance and popping into the kitchen, where her grandmother was busy humming to one of her many old songs from her younger days.

The old matriarch glanced over to the swinging door, and gave a wrinkly grin to her granddaughter. “Howdy there, sweet pea, how’s the new fella working out?”

“Granny, I need to make a pie!” Applejack shouted, not even waiting for Granny to answer. She ran straight past her grandmother and to the fridge. She sorted through the insides, picking up eggs, milk, and all the other necessary ingredients to make pie. “I know it’s a little last minute, but you think you could clear the kitchen for a bit? I just really, really, need to do this.”

Granny Smith looked at her with a confused sense of awe. “Now why in the hay-diddly-heavens would you need to make an apple pie right this moment?”

“Because!” Her granddaughter barked, taking a brief moment to check and see if Soarin’ was still out of earshot. He was so she continued. “He wants my pie!”

Granny’s eyed widened in appal. “Beg your pardon?”

“I… Shoot!” She slapped herself in the face. “I meant he’s had a taste of my pie before and now I want to give him another taste.”

“… Just what did you two get up to in the fields? You know we have a harvest sale coming up.”

Applejack’s eyes twitched, she was getting sick of all these innuendos. So she took a deep breath and tried to calmly explain everything. “Soarin’ bought one of my applepies at the Grand Galloping Gala, and if I can make a pie, a food pie, as I apparently need to clarify, I think he’ll remember me if I can just trigger his memory with a tasty dessert. Do you understand now?”

Her grandmother stood there in silence, slowly deducting what Applejack had said. Eventually she tossed her hands up and headed into the living room. “All right, you don’t have to get all technical about it. I’ll get out of your hair. Just if you two start bumping ugly, keep your voices down! I don’t need to hear you two sinning.” She gave a creaky, old-pony crackle as she waddled out on her walker, leaving the unamused Applejack alone in the kitchen.

The apple pony only hesitated for a second before she started swirling and whirling around, fishing hanging mixing bowls from their racks, plucking out a wooden spoon and a knife, and began mixing all the ingredients for the pie crust, getting a fluffy white pile of dough in front of her. She started to beat on it for a second, rolling it out until it had a nice consistency. As she was doing that, her foot had kicked the heat dial of the oven to high, to preheat it. The dough was then stretched across a pie tin that she filled it with apples, and brushed it up with cinnamon before adding the sugar, and mixing up the insides. It was part of her family’s secret recipe. Most ponies would mix the apples with lemon juice, sugar and flour in a separate bowl, the apples would mix them up in the pie crust with care and delicacy. They would also omit the lemon juice as lemons were a terrible and sour incarnation of evil. The Apple family would use a special apple like juice, which wasn’t like apple juice, but was made from a special part of the apple when it’s still unripe. It was sour like lemons, but not nearly as disgusting in the mind of Applejack.

After that, she would place the pie crust over the pie, and braze it with an egg before putting it in the oven. Now… she waited for it to cook.

Applejack took a look out the window to see what Soarin’ was up to. The Wonderbolt was still waiting for her, keeping himself busy by doing some sort of wing exercises. He grabbed the ends of each of his wings and pulled down on them, making them stretch out their entire lengths. The cowpony was surprised by just how big they could become. They looked so strong, yet soft. She wondered how they would feel, engulfing her entire body in a fluffy, feathery heaven, and at the core was her muscly, kind-hearted stallion, the god of that heaven. She closed her eyes to imagine it. In her mind, they locked eyes as he held her tight, her hand caressing down his bare chest, his pushing up against her back. They venture lower, and she nips against his neck, which she imagines tastes like crisp rainwater before making her way to his lips, the lips she longs to feel against her own. He would lower her down on top of him, and he’d keep her snuggled in his wings where she was warm, and safe.

She was so lost in thought, she almost didn’t realize that her nostrils were filling up with smoke. “Oh hell! The pie!” She shrieked, turning around to see that there was already a thin trail of black smoke leaking through the cracks of the oven. In a frizzled panic, she swung open the door to the oven, praying with all her might that the pie was at least salvageable. “Oh thank goodness…” What she saw was lifesaving. The pie was unharmed, in fact it was a perfect shade of golden brown. The smoke had been coming from a piece of batter that had dripped onto the floor of the oven, and had burned into a small withered black crust.

Getting her oven mitts on, she carefully pulled the pie out, took a deep whiff of its enticing aroma, and placed it on the window seal to cool off as she got a container to pack it in to. However, as Applejack dug through her cupboards for something to put the pie in, somepony else had gotten a smell of the pie at the window.

Soarin’ knew the smell of pie all too well. A sweet fragrance of apple and cinnamon that drove the senses wild, and nulled the brain until it was the only thing on his mind. There had been pies that drove him batty, others that had made him drool, others that even caused his wings to spring open at inappropriate times. The smell of this pie however, made this heart race a little, and his palms sweat in the most eerie way, as if his body was deprived of this smell. It made his head hurt a little thinking about it, but he forgot what Applejack had told him and flew up to the house, perching next to the window sill. He stared at the pie, just sitting there… so delicious looking, but he had been deceived before. The curse that this pie mare had put on him almost brought a tear to his eye, knowing that he’d never taste a pie as good as the one at the gala for the rest of his life.

But looking at the rear of the girl in the kitchen, cursing a little under her breath as she tried to find a bowl or something, it made him feel like shit that her pie was going to come up short. Such a shame too, It looked rather tasty, but it was going up against something impossible. It was then that he decided that no matter what this pie tasted like, no matter how much cinnamon she forgot to add, or how sour or pungent the apples were, he would tell her that her pie was perfect, to spare a nice girl’s feelings.

“This smells good,” Soarin’ said, spooking the orange mare and causing her to hit her head on top of the cupboard that she was head deep in. “Shit! Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Applejack stumbled out of the cupboard, rubbing her head and putting her hat back on. It stung a little, but it wasn’t anything serious. “Yeah… don’t you worry about me, it was nothing. It’s not the first time I’ve hit my head. I mean…” She thought for a moment. That one actually didn’t sound dirty, which was strange given her track record as of recently. “You know what? Forget about it.” She blushed a little, and found herself brushing a few strands of hair away from her face. That’s when she noticed him idling over her pie. He must have smelt it all the way across the field. Impressive. Hopefully he’d like the taste better than the smell. “I was thinking that we could take this into the fields, maybe have a little picnic.”

“A picnic, eh?” The Wonderbolt asked, smugly leaning up against the window frame, and looking up into clear blue sky. “You know, the weather is going to change in about twenty minutes. Going to be pouring rain like nopony’s business.”

“Ah, horse apples,” the cowpony muttered. “There’s not a cloud in the sky! And the weather patrol hasn’t given out any notice for a rainstorm.” She snatched the pie up from under his nose, grinning at him. “Why, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were just trying to get to this pie faster. Now come on, Granny made us lunch, and it’ll just take me a sec to wrap it all up.” She grabbed the pot of roasted vegetables that her grandmother had started cooking and placed it in a yellow basket with the pie on top to keep it warm, tucking it away under a picnic blanket. “Alright then, let’s head out…” she hustled around to the door where Soarin’ was waiting for her, and she playfully hip bumped him as she passed him. “We wouldn’t want some rain to ruin out picnic.”

“You’re going to eat those words…” Soarin’ sighed mockingly.

“Mister, the only thing we’re going to be eating is what’s in this basket,” Apple droned with a shit-eating smile. “I don’t know why you’re trying to weasel out of this, but stop. Last time I checked, you were my Wonderbolt for the weekend.”

“Hey, I got no problem getting soaked,” he shrugged. They walked down the path through the orchard, all the while Soarin’ kept his eyes to the sky. After about five minutes of walking, they had found a nice spot for their lunch, and Soarin’ had found a few stray clouds in the sky. He had pointed them to Applejack, but she was still convinced that there wasn’t going to be any rain today.

They took only a few more minutes to lay the blanket down, and set up the still warm crockpot of food. Applejack got out a few bowls and spoons and spooned up a serving for both her and Soarin’. The few clouds in the distance were starting to loom a little over them as they dug into the main course of lunch. As they feasted on cooked carrots and apples, the shade of the trees began to merge with the darkening light. Both ponies looked up from their meals to see an ugly grey cloud blocking out the sun.

And only one thought came to Applejack’s mind. “Crap…” She said, feeling the first drop of rain strike her on the nose. “Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!” With each ‘crap she said, another raindrop came down, and before she knew it, it became a drizzle, and then a shower, until it finally erupted into a full blown storm. Her hat darkened and flopped under all the allotted rain, puddles forming up and around the rim before trickling off the side. Her corduroy was also getting soaked with the chilled rain, leaking through the fabric and clinging to her braless chest. She got up from the muddy ground to stare up at the sky, her tears mixing up with the rainwater to the point that you couldn’t tell which was which. “Goddess damn it!” She stomped around in the mud as she looked back to her pie. It had been sitting in the rain for a bit now, and was already getting soggy. “It’s ruined…” she sniffed.

Soarin’ wiped his wet mane out of his eyes and looked at the pie, the once appetizing looking pasty now an unpalatable mess of dough and apple. Although he was a little bummed that the pie was ruined, Applejack seemed completely distraught over it. A strange reaction, considering that he was the only one that got so dramatic over the death of a pastry. “Hey, don’t worry too much about it, Applejack. It’s just a pie…”

“It was more than just a pie!” The mare cried. Big, salty tears forming around her eyes as she turned around, facing her back towards the stallion she loved. She didn’t want him to see her cry. She hated crying, it was girlish and stupid, and should be reserved for actual tragedies, not over a pie. Even so, she was tearing up and she needed to tell him why. He deserved to know, but she didn’t know what to say or how to say it, but it was something that needed to be say. “It’s just… I…” Her fist clenched up and her throat felt numbed and clogged. Her eyes were glued to her feet as she turned around and stared at the mud beneath her. The rain was running down her back now, but she could hardly care that she was soaked to the bone. “I… I need to tell you something… and it’s really important, so don’t freak out when y’all here it.” Her bottom lip was trembling, and it was a miracle that she wasn’t stuttering. “When you said you had a pie at the Gala—”

“Applejack, stop talking.”

She flinched a little at Soarin’s sudden interruption. Had she already said something to offend him? No, that was impossible, she hadn’t even said anything. That’s when she felt the Wonderbolt’s cold fingers on her chin, slowly lifting her face up. Soarin’ was just as wet as she was, with his shirt sticking to his body, and his dark mane still getting in the way of his green eyes, the eyes that matched hers in not only colour, but intensity. She watched his other hand rise up, and she saw that he had a piece of the pie in it, and it had a large bite in it. He dropped it onto the ground, where it got lost in a mud puddle.

“Sorry, but I had a bite of it anyways,” he said, taking a step closer to her, his and her heart racing in tangent. The pegasus took the hat off the cowpony, an act that would normally end with somepony losing an arm, but at the moment, Applejack was too stunned to move. “I have to say, I remember that Gala pie like I ate it yesterday, and it’s carnival of flavour. Every bit of it being perfectly… scrumptious, and I sometimes dream the taste again.” Applejack’s unprotected mane was becoming undone, the water unraveling her golden locks, and Soarin’ had to brush a few strands of hair to the side. “I… took a taste of your pie out of curiosity, and it was very good. However… there was one thing, just one thing that was keeping it from being perfect.”

Applejack felt like she was going to die. “What was it…?” she barely squeaked out.

Soarin’ leaned closer to her, their lips just millimetres from touching when he whispered. “It was soaked in rainwater.”

He placed his lips against hers with a kiss, and Applejack blacked out for a moment. She wasn’t sure if what was happening was real or fantasy, but it was happening. When she opened her eyes, she was still there and so was Soarin’, lip locked in the pouring rain. She felt the gentle motion of his lips caressing hers. The moments ticked by, and her bones went numb, and her arms slacked by her side as she lost all control of her limbs, and she became putty in Soarin’s hands.

Soarin’ braced the orange pony, wrapping an arm around her back, and cradling her head with the other, and he never wanted to let go because he had found her. The pie mare had been her all along, right in front of him all weekend. Suddenly his memory was so clear, like a veil had been lifted from his eyes, and he could see again. The blonde hair as gold as honey, the cute little freckles on each of her cheeks… he broke the kiss for a moment, for each of them to catch their breath. “I’ve been looking for you for so long…”

“You… you have?”

“Every day… since the gala…” The stallion smiled. “I’ve been looking for the mare that made the best pie in the world. I’ve ordered thousands of pie, and possibly gave myself diabetes, but I never stopped looking for you. After the Gala I tried to find you but you must have left… I still kick myself for not taking down your name.”

Applejack’s eyes shimmered. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. There was no way that, against all odds, Soarin’ was looking for… for her. “I’ve… I’ve got a confession of my own. Since that night…” She took a deep breath as she prepared to admit her deepest secret. “I’ve been in love with you…”

There was a moment of silence before Soarin’ started to giggle a little. “Well… shit. Who would have thought? I just can’t believe that I could forget somepony like you… no, not those eyes…”

“The eyes… that are as green as mine…” The cowpony cooed, forcefully pushing herself onto Soarin’ mouth. She had been waiting years for this, she wasn’t waiting another second. Her hands began to pull at the buttons of her shirt, practically ripping the buttons off, and discarding the garment to the murky ground and exposing her breast to the elements. She pressed them against Soarin’s chest, her heart pounding as the thunder roared above them.

Soarin’s hand found one of AJ’s orange mounds, and his fingers intertwined with the hardening nipple. His eyes clenched tighter, he was afraid to open them and see that this was all a dream and he’d rather linger in it if it was one. He managed to get his own shirt off somehow, tossing it to the mud where it was lost in the brown waters. It wasn’t important anymore, and it wasn’t like he was going to need it. He pulled the farmpony closer to him, but the ground was much more slippery than he had thought, and when Applejack kicked her leg up, she accidently knocked them into the mud.

They landed with a splat, with hundreds of dirty little drops raining down on Applejack’s back. She never mind getting dirty, so why would she care now? The cowpony slowly crawled up her pegasus lover, brushing his filthy mane out of his face. Reality was slowly starting to come back to her, a beautiful reality, but it became clear that they both had taken their shirts off. In public. In the rain.

“Ah… as much as I’m loving this right now, don’t you reckon we should… you know, go inside?” She asked nervously. “I mean… it’s pouring mighty hard right now.”

The Wonderbolt grinned, grabbing the farm filly by the waist and flipping on top of her. The filthy ground sunk into her mane and fur, and splashing up into little beads on top of her chest. “Don’t worry,” he smiled, his large wings fluttering and blocking the rain. “I’ll keep you dry.”

He laid another kiss on her lips, cradling her head out of the mud. Her mane was sticky and tough like straw since being covered with mud, and it was the most beautiful feeling in the world. Still, parts of him were getting antsy, and he stood up briefly, sliding off of Applejack’s waist, but only so he could start undoing her belt buckle.

The farmpony stared lustfully, her legs squirming in excitement, and she gladly wiggled out of her jeans, letting her panty bottom sink into the formed mire. She reached down in between her legs and under her underwear, dabbing a finger amidst her clove and emitting a few sinful moans. She wanted to get a little warmed up before the main event.

But Soarin’ would have none of that. He quickly yanked down the mare’s final strip of defense, and exposing her succulent, orange mound. The earth pony winced in a rare sense of shock, having the same feeling of being walked in on while changing. But that moment soon passed as the Wonderbolt lowered his head down to her nether region. He took a strong whiff of her scent, a mix of desire and rainwater, before placing his rough tongue between her lower lips, and grazing slowly up her slit.

“Fuck!” was the first word that came to Applejack’s mind, and also the first that shoved past her mouth, back arching into the air and legs clamping down on Soarin’s head. Never in a million years of touching herself would she be able to simulate such a shock of true euphoria. The way his tongue danced between her legs like a flag in the wind, massaging each and every nerve within her. Her hips started to move involuntarily, grinding against Soarin’s head like her bedpost.

Soarin’ slickly caressed the orange mare’s inners, mopping up every drop of trickling cum from between her folds. He could feel her tightening up, becoming vexed with exhilaration. He himself could feel his own member stiffening within the compounds of his jeans. He gripped Applejack’s sides, and shoved his muzzle against her clitoris, practically buzzing in her screaming orgasm. The mare let out a shrilled caw, kicking herself up and letting the mud fly off her back as she rode the sensation, eventually riding it down, and with it a few of her senses returned.

She took a few moments to catch her breath, lying lustfully in the rainy afterglow. Her heart was running a mile a minute, but all she could think about was how fantastic that had been and how well worth the wait was.

“Everything you ever hoped for?” Soarin’ asked, a big, cum-covered grin on his face. “Or did the magazines over exaggerate me?”

“That was… I can’t even describe…” She muttered happily, rolling in the mud and getting on her hands and knees. “Y’all definitely exceeded them magazines. But now it’s time for me to return your kindness.”

Applejack pounced on the unaware stallion, pinning him down in the mud. Soarin’ would never admit it, but he was overpowered by the strong earth pony. She looked down on him like a hungry animal and grabbed the edge of his pants, and with a feat of her strength, ripped the jeans clean off his body.

“These were just getting in the way,” she said coyly, snaking her way down his chest. She was like a completely different mare, like something had awoken inside of her, a horny predator on the hunt for one thing. Her teeth flashed into a smile while she hovered over the Wonderbolt’s bobbing prick and slowly stuck out her tongue and dragged it up the length of his member. It tasted tangy and a tad like rainwater, but it still the greatest taste in the world for her.

Soarin’ just laid there and let Applejack to her work, stroking his phallus with her lip, gargling it down and enveloping it whole. It tickled the back of her throat, but she endured, and barraged it with constant bobbing, sneaking in a few hand twists while massaging his balls. Soarin’ felt himself building up, earth ponies were always good with their hands and Applejack wasn’t the exception. His heart started racing, and with a few final sucks from the cowpony, he arched up, grabbing the back of the mare’s head and pulling it up, and releasing himself into the crisp air, adding another fluid into the puddles.

He dropped back into the mud, taking a moment to catch his breath. Applejack crawled over him, forcing herself back onto her feet. It was a miracle that she could stand right now, but her need to find somewhere dry outweighed the aching in her legs. She found a big apple tree not too far away that was shaded from the rain and crawled down to the dry ground. The moment of hot passion had passed and now reality was crashing down on her like… well, like cold rain.

She started to shiver a little, huddling into a little ball with her back to the trunk of the tree. “Damn… should have kept the clothes dry…” She looked out into the flooded mud patch, her clothes had long since drowned in that brown sea. It figured that she’d freeze to death naked in an apple field after finally getting some.

“You look cold.”

Applejack looked up, Soarin’ was standing in front of her, the rainwater dripping down his muscles and wings. He hardly seemed bothered by it. “Nah, just a little chilled…” she lied, trying to act tough. “You don’t seem cold.”

“When you live on top of the clouds, you learn to get used to it,” he shrugged, getting down and taking a seat next to her. “But you… don’t live in the clouds.”

“I told you, I’m fine,” she shivered.

“Uh-huh…” Soarin’ muttered. “Has anyone told you you’re a terrible liar?” Soarin’ scooched over a bit towards the mare, and extended one of his wings and wrapping it over Applejack. She jumped a little from the touch of his feathers, but soon felt the warm dry wings envelop her like a blanket. She had no choice but to snuggle up into his chest, resting her head on the corner of his chest and shoulder. “You don’t have to act so tough, you know.”

The orange mare rolled her eyes. “What? You don’t like tough gals?”

“I love tough girls,” Soarin’ said. “But just because you can tear my jeans off with one hand, doesn’t mean you’re not still pony.” He started lazily stroking her blonde mane. “It’s fine to be a little… well, girly. I mean I’m girly all the time! I’ve been kidnapped more times than I care to remember, and never been able to put up a fight. Meanwhile, you’re kicking ass and saving me. If anything…” he beamed. “I’m the damn damsel. So you can at least be my charming princess.”

Applejack couldn’t help but laugh. “That don’t make a lick of sense… but you’re right.”

“I usually am.”

The two sighed heavily as they watched the rain fall in peace.

Author's Note

This took too damn long to update.

I procrastinated that ending, and I feel it came up a little short. Hopefully when I write the next chapter it doesn't take me so damn long, and I stop feeling inadequate about my clop writing abilities.