From my Eyes to Yours.

Canterlot Castle's royal ballroom buzzed with the life of hundreds of party goers sauntering this way and strutting that way. Airs on to impress the aristocrats mingling about here and there. For you, it really wasn't your kind of scene. The rich and haughty just can't click with some people. But, here you were, standing alone with a tray of hors d'oeuvres balanced on one hand. You cannot help but groan at these turns of events. Of all the nights to be called for dinner service, your one day off.

No. You straighten yourself out and fix your tie, reminding yourself you are, in fact, a professional. All of these party goers came here for a lovely atmosphere, and nothing should ruin--

Suddenly, the platter falls out of your hand as your eyes catch sight of the most gorgeous, curvy woman in the entire party. The black silk one piece dress accentuates every hump of her rear and tight hips from behind. It's hard to stop watching, but why would anyone want to stop? Her blond, almost sun-baked soft hair hangs at a ponytail swung over her shoulder. When her head turned, swinging that golden fleece of hair with it, you quickly scramble to pick up your tray and get whatever hors d'oeuvres you can back onto it before she notices; completely ignoring the cluster of other guests just looking at you like you had some sort of illness.

You try to play it cool, look around like you don't know anything while that bombshell walks up to you and picks one of your little snacks from your tray. "Howdy," she greeted you, right away telling you from just her tone of voice she wasn't a natural member of this group of people, "Reckon I ain't seen you at any of these parties before. You a new server?" All the while she asked questions, she picked little nibbles of food from your platter.

"..."

"That so? Shoo, I'd say I'm a fish out of water here too if you hadn't noticed," you try and play it cool like you didn't notice and just smile anxiously. Up close to her, you could smell the sweet scent of apples, cinnamon, and... something more edgy...

"...?"

"Nah. I ain't one for the highfalutin partying like them. I'm here 'cause a friend of mine invited me. Sure as cider I would never turn down a friend's invite. You know?" You could nod to that without a doubt.

"...?"

"Who? Twilight Sparkle of course! Smart as a whip that one. But, darn her all for even inviting me..." she huffed a bit and put her arms crossed before her chest, inadvertently pronouncing her chest more. From they way she held her soft mounds, you could see a few little freckles across the tops of them clear as day, "Ain't like I had plans're nothin'. I just can't get all into this sort of scene..."

Sharply, she snapped her fingers in front of your face and made you jump back a little with a mix of fear and shame on your redden face. "We're both fish out of water, right? So why don't we both just swim off somewhere more private? Or -uh- is just lookin' at the top of my breasts 'nough fer' ya?" She winked at you with a tiny bite against her lower lip.

...Was this really happening? Double taking once, maybe twice, you looked around yourself to see if anyone else was seeing what you were seeing. But, sure enough, the only two watching were you and the girl now clasping your hand and tugging you along with some impressive strength to the storage behind the bar. She clicked the door open and let you enter in before she followed after, shutting the door firmly behind her and letting her back rest against the door face. Looking at her against the door, the few storage lights letting you really look at her, you could finally put your finger on that other scent. The smell of a hunter...

"...?"

"You can call me Applejack... Or AJ... Or Jack... Whatever y'all feel like," she giggled a little, trying to ignore the hot stretch of red coming across her complexion as well, "An' to answer yer question... It's like I said, I ain't one for these kinds of parties... I'm more of a country girl," she teased you by reaching up to one of the straps of her black dress and undid it around her shoulder, letting one side of the dress droop and allow more of her sweet skin and luscious breast tease to your view.

"..."

"That right?" The look in her eyes completely changed. Applejack's eyes went lidded and she slowly ran her tongue against her red lips as she looked at you, appraising you, "Looks like yer' in for a bit of luck..." Applejack sauntered over to you, locking the door behind her by kicking a chair with a great skill to block the door handle from moving. Upon getting within inches of you, her hot breath tingling against your neck and her hands falling to rake against your jawline and neckline, she whispers into your ear, "I like sweet talkers..." To top it, Applejack took the lobe of your ear between her teeth and tugged it with a small aggression.

The actions beforehand would have been more then enough, but with that act of aggression your body reacted just as vigorously. Constriction built up between your legs while Applejack occupied and held a monopoly on your face; shifting from your ear to tenderly parting her lips against your own. Her touches were so... lively. Fierce and true, but also humble and moist. You two hold each other's mouths for a good while before you notice Applejack trying to shrug her other strap on her shoulder to drop.

"..."

Applejack comes off of the kiss for air as you do, opting the small moment with labored, heavy breath to snicker. "Really? What a gentleman, you..." she lets you prick your fingers at the small lining of her strap to lead it into a fall down her curvaceous, hot body. Finally, you were given a jaw dropping uncensored show of this cowgirl's toned body. Just looking at her naked body told you that this woman could kick your ass with how well tended her small muscle tone had been. Not too prominent, but enough to show that she wasn't just pretty, but strong. "Hmm... It's lookin' like you -my 'friend'- have a nice little invite for me..." one of her fingers slid down your chest and clipped against the hem of your pants.

It was very obvious to both of you that your crotch was struggling to not die of constraint under your pants. A struggle that came to a relieving end when Applejack tugged your pants and underpants down with a single finger's yank and let your standard stand tall. Applejack darted an appraising look down at your hard erection and slicked her tongues for the second time that night. A gulp of mixed arousal and fear slips down your throat and you rest the back of your head against the wall behind you. Applejack on the other hand kneels down before you and cups one hand around your shaft and another on the underside of your balls.

She starts to work her fingers down the shaft, rubbing the hot flesh of it while her other hand juggled each ball between her fingers and from time to time managed a small squeeze to see you flinch. Her hands were an experience all their own; so soft to the touch as they worked the sensitive skin, yet firm enough to really grip at the pulsating meat. Applejack's attention to your crotch goes on for some time, leaving you to moan and mutter her name as she treats you to a 'down-home-handjob'. You feel the tip of your cock start dribbling pre-cum, which glazed down to touch against Applejack's hand. Feeling your small release, she suddenly stopped and let out a cooing laugh. "Now that just ain't kind of you... Here I am giving you a nice little dick rubbin' and you start droolin' out the tip?"

The feeling of embarrassment jolts right through you, knowing Applejack was giving you that hunting look in her eyes again. That jolt of embarrassment was followed up by another jolting feeling... The feeling of Applejack's flat, slick tongue rolling circles around the glazed tip. You can't believe your eyes, but it's really happening. Between your legs, knelt on her knees, Applejack was french-kissing the head of your cock. Applejack groaned and slurped lewdly on the head, letting her cheeks cave in and puff back out as she took more of the hot cock between her lips. It's hard to contain a climax just looking at it, but to feel her tongue flicking and roping around every which crevices of your your cock head, you feel your legs start to buckle.

"...!"

Wide eyed, Applejack whipped the member from her mouth, leaving behind a thin trail of saliva that drooled down her chin and back to the tip of her meal she was enjoying a minute ago. "Wooo! Hold ya' there, buddy! Yer' not gettin' a free ride off of me...!" She flicks the tip of your dick once, giving it a teasing stroke off before she turned around and showed to you her wide, flaunting ass and the two soaking lips under it. Bending over and reaching behind her, she split her vaginal pass apart and gave you a clear, pulsating look into her eager entrance, "Like I said... Yer' not gettin' a free ride off of me... Till you on mEEEE!" Her last word escalated beyond her imagining and her teeth clenched as she felt you latch your hands to her wide hips and thrust your rod into her.

At the first thrust, she starts to moan and gives the wall she rested her arms on a strong pounding; a pounding you returned in kind as your hips thwacked soundly into her hot, wet rear. Applejack starts to scream a bit, craning her head back to look at you with her tongue flicking out one side of her mouth as she gave completely into this moment. "Yeah! Ride me good! I don't right wanna be walkin' straight fer' tomorrow!" Her talking to you starts pushing you all the more over the edge that you reached some time ago, causing you to heat up and let small beads of cum touch against her hot canal. When she felt the first bead, she quickly clamped her legs together and killed your thrusts. "S-So y'all know... I got a really big older brother who doesn't take real kindly to his little sisters gettin' knocked up..." If you weren't crotch deep in Applejack womanhood, that would have killed any sort of excitement. Either way, you nod at her and she smiles. Slowly, Applejack works her way off your cock with a great reluctance and falls back onto her rear.

"...?"

"Really? Aww, that's so dang cute... Go ahead..." Applejack turned to you, mouth wide and eyes closed, her tongue lulling out and moving from side to side like a cat's tail, "Let're go... Just don't get any in my eyes." Just the sight alone was enough to finally end your pent-up release, splattering globs of hot cum ropes against the farmgirl's face, hair, and a few last pearls against her breast-line. Applejack managed to open one eye while her tongue scooped up what seed remained near enough to her lips, gulping it down and giving you a playful wink. "Nice shootin'..."

Looking back on this night now... Maybe you really should work these parties more often...