She asked me if I was ready, and I nodded tensely without looking up. I was too nervous. No, I was too excited. Maybe I was both. Maybe I was every feeling put together. Is ’incredible’ an emotion?
My senses were overloaded. Even the feeling of cool evening air from a nearby barn window lit up my fur with tingles. The breeze brought with it the scents of old forest and recent rainfall, and it mixed in with the rustic aromas of dry hay, and the leafy smell of fresh apples that haven’t been cut. There was a soft breathing sound too, that seemed louder than it was. I imagined it was probably my own breath, but it was hard to tell.
I nibbled my lip. It still tasted like Applejack’s lip gloss. Apples. That came as a surprise to me—not the flavor, just that she wore lip gloss at all.
My heart was hammering in my chest. It was pounding into my throat. Nothing had ever made my heart feel like this before. I once played bouncy ball with Cerberus at the gates of Tartarus. I faced down an enraged hydra. I did battle with the mare in the moon. Even when the stakes were high, and Equestria itself hung in the balance, nothing had ever made my heart feel like this.
Applejack’s normally rambunctious and commanding voice was soft. When I did build up the courage to hesitantly peek at her expression, I saw a serene smile. I think she was amused, seeing me like this.
“It’s okay, hun. Just take all the time you need, okay? And I want you to speak up if you ever feel uncomfortable, alright? I don’t wanna pressure you none.“
It was hard to talk. “You’re not.”
Applejack leaned in. I took a sharp little breath when I sensed her getting closer. I could feel goosebumps down my scruff and back. I didn’t look up at her; my eyes stayed on the hay bale under my rump, until Applejack playfully poked her head in to block my view. She smiled warmly up at my eyes, so I smiled back and giggled, but inside all I could think about was how close she was to me. Her blonde mane was close enough that stray hairs were gently brushing against my leg fur.
“Howdy,” she said.
I broke a little laugh and covered my muzzle with my forehoof. “Hi.”
Applejack looked at me with a soft expression that was hard to read. I couldn’t tell if she thought I was being cute, or if she was worried by how nervous I was. “Can I touch your hoof?” she asked.
I couldn’t figure myself out. A moment earlier I couldn’t have looked up at Applejack, and now I couldn’t look away. She drew back slowly, keeping her eyes intently on mine. They were so full of soul. I had never noticed that before, but it made sense when I thought about it.
“Don’t be silly, you never have to ask to touch my hoof.”
She looked at me seriously. “I think I do, sugarcube. I know you ain’t done nothing sexual before. It’s important to me to know you’re comfortable, alright? So I’ll be asking you real careful like.“
I wasn’t sure what to think about that. My jaw was chattering from the gentle quivers that would, at times, climb up my body right from the base of my hooves to tips of my ears. Was that discomfort? Honestly, I had no idea what it was. I had never been so tense and excited in my entire life, all at the same time. “Of course you can touch my hoof... I want you to... a lot.“
Applejack gently locked her ankle with mine, holding hooves tenderly. It was a rush. I don’t think my fur had ever felt that sensitive in my life.
She sounded concerned now. “Twilight. I know I’ve asked you a heap a times now, but you didn’t even know until yesterday that I like to hook up“—She accentuated her voice clearly—“as friends.” I felt her gently squeezing my hoof. “And you said you never even told nopony about how you felt about mares in your whole life, before you told me. Twilight, them’s some strong emotions, and I don’t want to hurt you. I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t want this too, but this ain’t about nopony but Twilight Sparkle.” She gave my hoof another squeeze. “Right now this is all about you, alright? And I need to know that you’re one hundred and ten percent clear on this. We’re just havin’ us some fun. As. Friends.“
I couldn’t believe how calm Applejack was. She was telling me that she wanted this too, but it was hard to comprehend it. I was a quivering wreck and she looked serene by comparison. She was looking at me the way I would look at a new book. She had a confident, casual hunger in her eyes. “O-of course. I told you when we kissed that... I mean, nopony ever told me that it’s okay for friends to...” I hesitated.
“To have sex,” Applejack said gently.
I started to tremble. “I mean, sex without love makes sense, on a biological level. Ponies, evolutionarily, ponies aren’t a truly monogamous species, and there’s a biological imperative to extend the gene pool by ensuring that each mare has the most expansive possible genetic stock with which to pass down her—“ Applejack started giggling, and I trailed off. How could she do that, I wondered? How could she be so relaxed?
“Just tell me we’re the best of friends, and ain’t nothing gonna change that. Not ever.” She leaned in close to my muzzle with a mischievous grin. I held my breath. “And tell me I can kiss you again.”
That made me physically dizzy. I could literally feel the wave of anticipation climbing down my cheeks and neck, and coming to rest, hot and glowing, in the core of my breast. Her words reached my mind long after the feeling hit my chest. I knew she was about to kiss me again; she was about to kiss me, and make love... make... have sex with me.
“Yes. Nothing will change.”
My words had barely escaped me before I felt Applejack’s lips. This time, I wasn’t going to be as timid as when she kissed me behind the barn, I didn’t want to just get pecked on the muzzle again. I lowered my jaw and pressed in, running my tongue along her teeth and lips.
Applejack pulled away just far enough to break lips. Everything felt like it was buzzing, even after she stopped. I might have asked her why she drew away, if my mind wasn’t swimming.
She giggled. “You’re not eating corn on the cob, sugercube. Just take it slow.”
I was dumbfounded, and more than a little embarrassed. She was right. I had never done anything like this before, it was all new to me and I was going to mess it all up. I was going to mess everything up and look ridiculous.
“Like this.“ Applejack drew her lips in once more to meet mine. I held my jaw slack, and allowed her to kiss me tenderly. She broke away for a brief moment to whisper, “Relax.” She had a voice I had never heard from her before. It was low, and sultry. I had never realized how pleasant her accent sounded.
A moan rose out of me, surprising us both, and it made her smile against my lips. I reflected on the sound even as it came out of me. It sounded softly desperate, panicked maybe. A reassuring hoof ran down my neck, and Applejack’s chest collided gently with my side. Soft warmth pressed close, resting its weight against me.
I drew my head to the side to break the kiss and catch my breath, and Applejack moved in even closer. I could feel her muzzle slipping in under my jaw. Warm, moist puffs of breath gave away the position of her lips. They were drawing in closer toward my neck at a teasing pace.
Her breathing was quivering, now, and sharp. Her muscular frame twitched and arched, and I could hear her swallowing thickly. I was actually turning her on. I didn’t know how, I was barely moving, but she wanted me. I couldn’t believe it; I was getting another mare aroused—in real life, not just some fantasy. This was real.
I thought she wanted to leap on me, but despite that, she kept her muzzle away from my neck. She spoke to me softly with that dangerous, lusty voice of hers. “Is it okay if I touch your body?“
I nearly bounced on the hay bale. The question hit my body long before it hit my mind, sparks of anticipation were shooting through me even while I tried to parse what I was hearing. She needed an answer, I realized. She needed me to tell her this is all okay, and that I want this, or she would stop, and give me the time I needed. If I had any more questions, she would answer them. She would go as slow as I needed.
“Yes.” I swallowed hard. “T-touch me anywhere.”
Applejack loosed a slow, almost predatory grin at me. “Lie on your back, sweet pea.“
I exhaled as I gently lowered myself back. The hay bale crunched dryly under my weight. It was scratchy, but it yielded sufficiently under the pressure from my back, cradling me comfortably.
Applejack slipped in close, crawling onto the bale with me, but she was moving at a painfully slow pace, one deliberate step after another. As she drew in, she reached up and lifted the hat from her head.
My forelegs were resting atop my body. Every so often they would twitch with the tension I was feeling. The hay crunched audibly and shifted under slowly approaching hooves.
She told me she was going to touch me. When is she going to touch me?
Unable to keep myself from squirming, I brought my hind legs together and rolled my hips restlessly in the hay. By the feeling of my thighs, I could tell how conspicuously wet I had become. The fur at my groin was matted and slick now. I gasped with embarrassment, lifted my forehoof to my muzzle, and bit on it.
Applejack broke the biggest, brightest, most beautiful smile at me. I think she knew what I was thinking about, and was amused that I was finally catching on to something that should have been obvious.
She pulled her hairband off with excruciating sluggishness, and tossed her mane back, letting it flow loosely over her shoulders. I parted my jaw when her appearance seemed to change completely. Without that hair band, she wasn’t a rough and tumble farm girl anymore. She was a beautiful young mare, with dazzling emerald eyes, and a mane of gold.
It felt like a thousand years had passed since I first begged her to touch me. “Please.“
Applejack laid her body on mine, and buried her muzzle in against my neck. I stretched tensely, and arched my throat out toward her waiting lips. Nibbles and bites tickled my fur, and fore hooves ruffled my ears. I arched my back, pressing chests together tightly. My teeth closed even tighter on my hoof, stifling a hungry moan.
Applejack drew away to smile down at me. Her mane dangled and draped itself all around my face. “You like it when I play with your ears, don’t you?“
I didn’t say anything. I kept biting down on my hoof and nodded rapidly.
“Well then.“
Applejack straddled my body, embracing me with all four legs. The moist feeling of her muzzle wrapping itself around my ear sent my hips and chest bucking upward and I cried out a stifled groan. Shudders of pleasure rippled down me, and I ground my fur into Applejack’s body. The feeling of being weighed down on by a strong muscular earth pony was surprisingly nice, as though it was where I belonged. I was safe.
Applejack’s wetness was seeping against my belly now. The fur there is very thin and soft, and it soaked quickly. My eyes widened, and I stared with quivering eyes at Applejack’s neck. She kept lapping at my ears, but now there was a growl like moan rolling up in her throat, tickling my ear.
I dropped my hoof away from my muzzle, and reached both forehooves down to press them against Applejack’s cutie marks. My eyes widened even further when she moaned in response, louder than before. I timidly raked my hooves up the side of her body toward her neck, against the grain of her fur. By the time my hooves lifted all the way to cup her cheeks, she slipped down from my ear, and drew in to rub nose to nose.
“Tell me how you’re feeling, hun.” She was whispering.
Her eyes were so close to mine. I could almost feel her lips. “Good,” I whispered back. “Scared,” I added.
Applejack gently pet down my cheek and ran her hoof appreciatively through the gossamer threads of purple mane that were rebelliously tangling themselves into the hay.
“Do you want to stop?” she asked with her eyes set on mine.
I shook my head more times than I intended. “No,” I exhaled.
Applejack rewarded me with a kiss. I squeaked with pleasure, and hungrily slipped my tongue into her muzzle, ignoring her earlier advice to kiss her gently. I released a soft cry of lust against her lips and scraped my hooves up her thighs and across her ribs. “Uhhn.“
Applejack pulled away from the kiss to speak again. I wished she would stop that. I didn’t want her lips to leave my body ever again. “You can tell me to stop any time you want, and I’ll stop. You know that, right?“
I don’t think she wanted to talk any more than I did, but she was talking to me anyway. A feeling of warmth spread through me. She cared about me so much. She would never do anything out of selfishness if it meant hurting me. “Yes.“
I ran a hoof on her cheek and lost myself in her eyes. “Applejack, I—” I caught myself before I could say something stupid. “I don’t want you to stop.“
Applejack gave me another brief kiss, and began a languid slide down my body. Her blonde mane caressed my face as it passed by. I drew a breath and didn’t stop until my lungs were full. I pulled my chin to my chest and watched to see where she was going. Tiny kisses peppered my body, lower and lower. Her muzzle reached my belly, and she wrapped her lips across one of my nipples.
I gasped sharply, arching out my hips, and pressed the sides of my hind legs against her barrel. I could feel shots of pleasure flowing up my legs like a cascade of water or the tingle of electricity. My tail was thrashing furiously now, dusting Applejack’s neck with almost involuntary thrashing. I drew my head back to stare at the slanted roof of the old barn, and cried out.
“Applejack! Please don’t tease me! Don’t tease me anymore!”
She didn’t keep me waiting. This was it. It was really happening. Somepony was making l—having sex with me. The feeling was incredible. I was instantly reduced to a quivering mess. I never would have dreamed that Applejack would be the one who would make me feel this for the first time.
I thought about her, how dependable she is, how honest she is, how much she cares about my happiness, her beautiful green eyes. Pleasure welled up through me that made my limbs feel like rubber. The entire lower half of my body buzzed with feelings that were somehow both tense and relaxing, I released an astonished breath that trembled and shuttered.
My lo—dear friend was lapping me furiously now, and I lost control of my body. I arched and twisted tensely, rolling my hips against Applejack’s face. She expertly allowed my body to move, not failing to contact my clit for a moment.
I had never felt anything more intense in my life. It was as though I was alive for the first time. My throat hiccuped softly and I reached up to wipe the tears as they flowed down my muzzle. I imagined Applejack rising up to ask me another question, and I would have none of that. “Don’t stop!” I commanded. My voice wailed with lust. “Don’t stop, it feels so good!”
Applejack clasped her lips around my pussy and suckled firmly, driving her tongue across my clit as she did. I could take no more. I reached down to grasp my forehooves into the hay around me, and arched my groin into Applejack’s muzzle while I was overtaken by the heady flow of an incredible orgasm. I grimaced and screamed, and my body convulsed against the hay. My back lifted and crashed back down with the spasms of climax, until I finally fell backwards, eyeing the ceiling with disbelief and sinking slowly into the hay.
I exhaled slowly, and ran my hoof gently up the side of my body, over my neck, and across my lips, enjoying the way the flow of afterglow made my fur feel.
Applejack licked me softly for a moment, until I squirmed away and looked back down at her. “I.. I guess I should?”
Applejack giggled and drew back up to cuddle, entwining her legs with mine. She gave me the most beautiful smile. “I told you. This ain’t about nopony except Twilight Sparkle. This is your first time and you shouldn’t have to deal with everything at once. Just relax for now.” Her smile faded. “Are you crying? Those are tears of joy, right?“
“Y-yeah. Don’t worry. That’s normal for me. Sometimes I cry, when I have an orgasm,” I lied.
