Merry Christmas. This is all you're getting.
It was a Friday night in early December. Applejack was sitting on the couch reading a book in the dark living room in front of a fire. She heard hoofs clicking on the hardwood floor behind her and looked up, startled. Pinkie was grinning at her as she walked across the room.
"Golly," Applejack gasped, putting her hoof to her chest to settle her heartbeat. "I didn't hear the door."
Pinkie was silent, her hoofs muted by the area rug as she drew closer to the couch. She plucked the book from Applejack's grasp and tossed it on the floor, climbing onto the couch and straddling Applejack. "Your family isn’t home," she husked.
"They went to a Christmas par-"
Pinkie's lips cut Applejack off as she undulated against her, pressing their torsos together. Applejack inhaled through her nose, caught off guard but welcoming the feel of Pinkie's tongue against her own. She slid her front legs around Pinkie's waist, feeling the curves she loved so much. Pinkie pushed Applejack's hoofs away, pressing the other mare’s shoulders back into the couch.
"You've been teasing me all day," Pinkie said in a low voice. "I didn't like it."
"Really?" Applejack murmured coyly. "Because it seems like you kind of liked it." She pressed up into Pinkie, kissing her again.
Pinkie pushed her back again. "It was very naughty."
"You never complained about that before," Applejack taunted, leaning up to kiss Pinkie again.
Pinkie stopped Applejack's lips, pressing her hoof against Applejack's mouth firmly. "No talking," she warned, staring down at Applejack. Applejack nipped at Pinkie's hoof, earning a giggle as the pink mare broke character for just a second.
"Hey!" Pinkie cried thorough her giggles."I mean it." She leaned into Applejack's neck, hoof still on Applejack's mouth as she whispered, "Tonight I'm in charge."
Applejack felt herself shiver with excitement. She loved it when Pinkie took charge. Normally Pinkie was so gentle and sweet; seeing her aggressive side drove Applejack wild. She tilted her hips up, pressing into Pinkie, eager for whatever her marefriend had in store.
"No," Pinkie admonished, pressing her hoof more firmly over Applejack's mouth and forcing the farmer’s head back into the couch cushions. Applejack moaned into Pinkie's hoof, eyes rolling into the back of her head.
Pinkie began to grind her hips down on Applejack, pressing sex against Applejack's. She removed her hoof from Applejack's mouth and ran it up behind Applejack's head through her blond mane, pushing the farmer’s hat off. She moved her mouth to Applejack's neck, planting firm kisses in a line and then slowly licking up the trail she had just made with her lips. Applejack shivered.
“I love it when you do that.”
Pinkie raised her lips to Applejack's ear, grazing them across the lobe before whispering, "How many times do I have to tell you not to talk?" She bit Applejack's ear before sitting back to look at Applejack's expression, one hoof still idly playing with a blond mane. Applejack's eyes were dark and fixed on Pinkie in arrant lust. The only sound in the room was the fire crackling.
Pinkie removed her sex from its resting place against Applejack’s, placing both of her hoofs on the cushions beside the farmmare’s head and lifting herself fully off of Applejack, swinging onto the floor.
“Sit up.” She ordered, nearly glaring at her lover.
Applejack said not a word as she made motions to follow her instructions.
Pinkie licked her lips as she pulled Applejack’s hips forward on the cushion and spread her legs forcefully, exposing her glistening center. She took a small moment to appreciate the way it looked in the light of the fire before leaning forward and biting down on Applejack's lower lips gently.
She dragged her hoofs absentmindedly across Applejack's trembling thighs, then brushed up and down Applejack's cutie marks. Her tongue slid all the way up Applejack’s slit, gathering the wetness.
"Somebody's ready for me," she hummed, smacking her lips.
Applejack shivered and nodded, panting as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back against the couch. Moments later a flat, wet tongue slid across her sex and she couldn't help but cry out. She gripped the couch as Pinkie's tongue picked up pace until it was flitting furiously across Applejack's clit. She was panting and digging her hoofs into the upholstery that covered the baseboard of the couch. Slowly she dropped one hoof and brought it to the back of Pinkie's head.
"No touching," Pinkie whispered as she swatted Applejack's hoof away from the back of her head. She pulled away and Applejack winced.
When Pinkie made no move to keep going, Applejack reached to touch herself. Before her hoof met her dripping center, however, Pinkie swatted it away.
"No touching. Let me," she growled.
Applejack surrendered and felt a puff of air on her sex as Pinkie leaned back in. Applejack tried not to moan as Pinkie fixed her lips to her clit and sucked the flesh into her mouth. She cried out softly when the pink mare bit the same button lightly.
Again, Pinkie slid her hoofs up Applejack's thighs. Applejack tried to steady her breath, but ultimately failed as Pinkie dipped her tongue inside her. She bit her lip and undulated into Pinkie, trying to get more friction. Slowly, ever so slowly, Pinkie started thrusting.
Pinkie continued her slow ministrations as she bent down in, placing her lips on the soft skin of Applejack's folds.
She pulled away, placed three kisses on the orange mare’s folds before attaching her lips to the orange mare’s clit. She inhaled and sucked the skin in, hard against her teeth and tongue, and bit Applejack again, harder this time.
Applejack gasped as Pinkie released her clit with a pop, smiling. Pinkie pulled back and looked into Applejack's eyes as she pushed her tongue inside once more.
Applejack exhaled and closed her eyes just for a moment before restoring the contact of green and blue, watching the flames dance on Pinkie’s eyes.
As Pinkie quickened the pace of her thrusting tongue, Applejack felt her jaw go slack, a sign she was close to release. She closed her eyes again, whimpering pitifully and furrowed her brow as Pinkie pumped her tongue in and out, varying her pace to keep Applejack forever in a state of torment.
"Do you want me to let you come?" Pinkie hummed into Applejack's sex.
Applejack nodded, gritting her teeth together.
Pinkie sucked lightly on her clit just for a moment and Applejack's brows rose as she inhaled sharply.
"Who's making you feel so good?" Pinkie teased into Applejack's sex.
"You," Applejack gasped, trembling.
"Who?" Pinkie taunted.
"You. Only you." Applejack whimpered.
“Look at me.” The pink mare whispered. “I love you.” She cooed when green eyes opened to look at her.
Pinkie smiled after the statement, plunging her tongue back in and curled it inside the other mare, pressed her hoof into Applejack's clit at the same time.
Applejack shrieked, her insides crushing Pinkie's tongue and her back arching off the couch as her head tilted back in ecstasy. Pinkie kissed her clit as the farmer shook from head to tail.
When Applejack's body started to relax, Pinkie stilled her mouth and hummed into Applejack's sex, giving it a parting nuzzle before crawling back up.
Pinkie scooped Applejack's limp frame up and pulled her down onto the rug, placing her head on a pillow. She brushed the mane from Applejack's face, watching the flames cast their dancing light over Applejack's closed eyelids. She simply watched her as Applejack's chest rose and fell for a few minutes.
Applejack finally regained her ability to speak coherently. "I love when you do that, Pinks," she groaned, exhausted. She opened her eyes halfway, gazing at Pinkie hovering next to her. "It's so hot."
Pinkie wiggled her eyebrows at Applejack, who lay splayed on the floor, head slowly and almost deliriously rolling from side to side.
"You like when I ambush you with sex?" she grinned.
Applejack nodded and shivered. Pinkie pulled a blanket over them as she snuggled into Applejack's side and wrapped her foreleg around her, holding the farmer’s drained body close. Applejack closed her eyes again, breathing in the smell of Pinkie's mane.
"Can I give you your Christmas present now?" Pinkie asked, softness replacing the coyness in her voice.
"That wasn't it?" Applejack smiled between deep breaths.
Pinkie giggled. "That was part of it."
"If the other part is anything like the first part… I think I might need to rest a little while first, sugar." said Applejack, eyes still closed.
Pinkie let out a soft giggle. "No, it's something you can unwrap," she reassured.
Author's Note
Written because ApplePie.
And because I felt like doing something nice for a friend. He knows who he is.
