A cloudless day graced Ponyville and Sweet Apple Acres as the younger members of the Apple Family and Twilight’s personal Guard worked in the midday heat.
In the eastern orchard, Big MacIntosh was busily cracking trees at the stump to shake them free of their bearing fruits to sell in the market later in the week..
In the southern orchard, Applejack and Apple Bloom were hard at work bucking the trees and catching apples to be stored in the apple cellar for use as the cider base for the annual Cider Season here in Ponyville.
And in the northern orchard, the Guard, better known as Dusty to most of the Apple Family. was busily carrying buckets of apples to the barn and making the return trip to carry back more.
All four ponies worked in tandem, bucking, carrying and working hard all the while. The oldest Apple, Granny Smith, was busily at work herself, putting together a fulfilling lunch for all of the hard work everypony had been doing since the peep of dawn.
”Shit. Outta buckets…” Dusty groaned in his head as he retrieved the last basket of apples from the northern orchard. He was thankful for Big Mac taking all the apples down from the trees, but Dusty was hoping to do a little more than just carry buckets all morning until Granny Smith called them in for lunch.
It’d become a routine over the past couple of weeks. Ever since Twilight had decided to take a soft approach to her studies instead of her usual venturing into mysterious groves and dangerous valleys, he’d found some time to get to know the Apple Family, especially the orange mare that almost seem to welcome him freely into her family life.
It’s not like he didn’t mind it. Hell, he actually kind of liked the mare, but in the silly school-crush kind of way. She seemed nice and knew her place in the world. One thing he truly noticed was how down-to-earth she was compared to the rest of the Elements he also bestowed upon himself to protect.
Even Fluttershy paled in comparison to how homey Applejack felt to him. Home… That’s probably why he liked her in the first place. He felt like he was at home when he was around her. He felt… natural.
Now that was different. Whenever he was around Twilight, he always felt the need to keep uptight and formal in her presence. With Applejack, he was able to let loose and enjoy himself without getting a glare from somepony because of it. Some ponies don’t understand what it’s like to live a Guard life.
When it gets cold next to you at night, you know there’s nothing you can do about it. When you need somepony to talk to, the only option is either a mirror or the pillow you bury your face into. When you need somepony to comfort you, it’s always you and yourself egging it out in a hopeless battle.
But for him, he had Applejack. When he claimed himself as no longer part of his own family, who was the pony to convince him to come back to Ponyville? Applejack. The more he thought about, the more he began to see that it was Applejack that was keeping afloat. But the reason behind it was unknown to him. Either way, he was happy that somepony even cared about him in the first place.
The open barn doors came into sight as he exited the treeline of the northern orchard. Now his aching back could have a rest from the sharp edges of the weaved carrier digging into his coat. With a brisk pace, he trotted into the barn and set the basket down beside the others that he had been gather for the last few hours.
Now what would he do? Maybe go see if Big Mac needed some help? Oh, he had a better idea. Helping out the youngest Apple was his favorite thing to do when he finished his portion of the work, so why change that now? With renewed vigor, the stallion cantered off to the southern orchard where Applejack and Apple Bloom were supposedly working.
Entering the new treeline, Dusty followed the sounds of the little filly’s laughter and the occasional rustling of leaves coming from deep within the orchard. He looked to the trees above, noticing a pattern of empty trees and some still brimming with apples. Not the most productive way to harvest apples during the fall, but he guessed that spending time with her little sister was just as important, if not more important, as the harvest.
“Get over here ya little rascal!” Dusty heard Applejack’s voice in the next clearing over. It was soon followed by the squealing laughter of Apple Bloom as well as the sounds of heavy hoof-falls emanating from around the large arbors. Dusty followed the sound, curious as to see what the hay was going on between the two Apple Sisters.
Another playful squeal aired in the clearing as he entered, his eyes meeting briefly with green ones of Applejack. The both of them stopped in their tracks, leaving a rampant Apple Bloom to run around with AJ’s hat and hairbands. Dusty wasn’t surprised to find himself gawking when the littlest Apple plowed into his chest. Shakng his head, he looked down from the flowing mane of AJ to the large hat covering Apple Bloom’s head.
“Whoa there, little one,” Dusty chuckled softly as he tilted the hat’s brim upwards to see the auburn irises of the little filly, “You alright?”
“Y-Yeah, just having a lil’ too much fun is all,” came the silly response from the dazed Apple Bloom. Quite a collision for a little pony like herself, or so at least he thought. Dusty fixed the hat to tilt upwards on the back of her head, much like the image of her older sister called for.
“There, now ya look like Applejack,” he joked, tucking Apple Bloom’s pink bow underneath the hat. The filly pranced around in joy, running around once again with the ability to actually see where she was going. Dusty looked back to Applejack now, but something was different about her.
”Are… Are her cheeks red?” He thought with surprise. He believed it was too good to be true. There was a whole other herd of stallions that could easily chase after her. He was just a lowly Guard, after all. There was no way in hell that it was directed towards him. Discounting her flushed cheeks to be nothing more than embarrassment, he cantered over to a full bucket of apples and hoisted them onto his back for transport.
As he looked over to AJ once more, a slightly strong breeze rustled the tree leaves above, as well as creating an eye-catching image of Applejack’s mane wisping in the wind. His cheeks grew red hot immediately. Wow she was a beauty without those hairbands hiding the lovely image of a mare she was.
”School-crush, Dusty, school-crush…” He reminded himself. There was no point in going after somepony who ranked higher on the charts than he did. Still, seeing her mane flutter like that in the wind was a sight to behold for the stallion.
“You can’t get me!” Apple Bloom taunted Applejack as she finally broke her stance and went back to chasing after the smaller mare. Dusty shook his head. Definitely embarrassment more than anything. Heck, if he had a brother at all, having his hat stolen from him would be an embarrassment to his status more than anything. Nonetheless, there were still apples that needed to be transported to the cellar for storage.
Taking his leave, he waved to the two sisters and headed off toward the cellar doors set on the side of the barn. More time to think about what just happened.
“Was she really blushing at me?” Dusty thought aloud as he approached the treeline that led back to the barn grounds of the farm. A smile spread on his face instantly as he cantered by a scuffed tree from the hind hooves of the mare. ”Maybe she actually likes me?” He thought to himself as he came back into the sunlight of the magnificent day.
To the side of the barn he went, looking for the wooden doors that led into the cellar. The foundation came in clear sight and he immediately trotted over and swung each door open separately, avoiding the possibility of dropping all the apples from his back. Once again, he had to remind himself that those cheeks weren’t for him. Heck, his mind came up with the excuse that maybe the wind blew her the wrong way.
Quickly delivering the apples to their final destination, he poked back out of the cellar and went back towards the southern orchard. To his surprise, however, little Apple Bloom came out of the treeline by her lonesome. No Applejack in sight.
“Where ya goin?” Apple Bloom asked him as he came to a stop.
“To pick up another basket for the cellar,” Dusty replied politely.
“Ya didn’t hear Granny Smith ringing the lunch bell?” She tilted her head. Dusty was surprised that the bell had been rung in the first place. Maybe she rang it while he was deep in the cellar? Either way, Dusty was starving, and good ol’ fashioned apple pie was always a nice reward for a hard morning’s work.
“Where’s your sister?” Dusty nearly forgot to ask. Apple Bloom giggled and nodded back to the orchard.
“She said that there was a couple o trees she wanted to buck before she comes in fer lunch. Don’t be such a worry-wart, Dust.” The filly giggled again and motioned towards the barn. “Come on, Ah know we’re both hungry fer some of Granny Smith’s apple pie.”
“Got that right,” Dusty said happily. Granny Smith’s apple pies were to die for, and he knew it. They were a lot better than the crap that was served at the mess hall back in Canterlot. Raw hay just didn’t compare to the sweet taste of apple filling and flaky crust.
Inside the kitchen, Granny Smith was happily taking out warm apple pies from the oven and setting them on the dining table nearby for cooling and, soon, the enjoyment of flavor and satisfaction.
“Dusty!” Granny Smith called out as he entered the kitchen with Apple Bloom, and behind them, Big MacIntosh, “Good ta see ya stickin around for lunch. We’ve got enough fresh pie fer everypony today.”
“Apple Bloom has told me all about it, Miss Smith,” Dusty said sarcastically, poking a little fun at the filly.
“Well sit down. We’ll all be eating soon enough.” Granny Smith assured them as she set the second apple pie on the table. Dusty, Apple Bloom and Big Mac took their seats at the table, Dusty sitting on the edge of the table facing across both sides of it. Having this seat allowed him to examine each of the pony’s faces, all but one of them.
“Where’s Applejack?” Granny Smith took the words out of Dusty’s mouth as she sat down on the empty side of the dining table.
“She’s still buckin some trees in the southern orchard,” Apple Bloom piped up from next to Big Mac. Dusty was surprised to see Granny Smith’s reaction, a combination of a facehoof and a sigh.
“Fer Celestia’s mane, that girl is gonna overwork herself!” The older pony shook her head with a grimace. “Can somepony go get her and bring her back before her pie gets cold?”
Dusty volunteered himself, knowing that both Big Mac and Apple Bloom had worked their tails off this morning to get all those apples for the harvest. “I’ll go get her Miss Smith,” he said politely, already standing up to head out of the back door and straight to the orchard Applejack was supposedly in.
“Such a sweetheart,” Granny Smith commented, “Now hurry back! We don’t want yer pie getting cold as well!”
Dusty nodded and cantered toward the back door, pushing through it with a dip of his head. The scent of apple pie leaving his nostrils was a bit saddening, but he knew he could always come back to it. Right now, his mission was to see what was taking Applejack so long to come and get her share of pie as well.
Venturing into the treeline once more, Dusty listened for the sound of hooves meeting bark. Each second, each hoof stepping in front of the other, the silence of the farm became set into his ears. Only the gentle whistling of the wind and the sound of somepony calling his name was all that he could hear in the trees. Wait. Calling his name?
Dusty’s ears pointed forward, trying to locate the pony calling his name out into the beyonds of the beautiful day. The more his sensors homed in on the sound, the more it started to sound like Applejack’s voice. His eyes widened at the possibility. No way in hell was this possible.
Venturing forth, Dusty kept his eyes and ears peeled for the mare. Outside the spectrum of being a siren for the stallion, maybe she could be in trouble? Impossible. That mare was as tough as nails.
He came closer to the sound of her voice, the feminism really coming out of her country twang as she “sang” his name out. Dusty hadn’t noticed a tree knot in his path and tripped forward through a bush and right into the view of a fully exposed AJ caught mid-stroke along her glistening slit.
Dusty’s headache from hitting his head was immediately remedied by the sight of Applejack with her hoof covering her marehood. Instead of head-throbbing pain from hitting another tree knot, his cheeks glowed bright red at the sudden intrusion.
Underneath her hat, AJ was sweating bullets. Who was there? Was it Big Mac? Or was it Apple Bloom? Oh no… What if it was…
“Uh, Applejack?” Dusty asked, closing his eyes as to give her some sort of comfort in privacy, even though it was very little to begin with. “We’re all wondering if you’re gonna come and eat lunch with us…”
“Lunch can wait. Come closer…” Applejack commanded from underneath her hat. Dusty’s eyes grew wide. Did she just tell him to come closer? “What’re ya waitin for?”
Dusty obliged, opening his eyes for a few moments to find his bearings and move toward his exposed friend. Applejack laid absolutely still, her only movement being caused by her heavy breathing. From under the brim of her hat, she could see his hooves pawing toward her side.
“Applejack?” Dusty asked again.
“Dust?” She asked back.
“Is there something you want to tell me?” He asked, stopping next to the mare with her back against the tree. He kept his eyes closed out of the respect he had for her, but when he felt a hoof touching him, they shot open.
“Dusty,” a quiet whispered tickled his ear, “Ah’m gonna be honest with you…”
He turned his head toward the mare, the view of her face being blocked by her hat. Still, he could hear her breathing as they laid next to each other.
“Take off mah hat…” Applejack said, he words trailing off as she tried to keep herself from jumping on him. Dusty nodded and used his teeth to pluck the hat from the mare’s head. When he tossed it aside, he was met with green eyes looking straight up into his own. Her head bobbed with each breath she took, and the half-smile she wore kind of urked him, in a good of course. “Do ya see this?”
“Y-Yes?” Dusty said wearily. This was happening a little too quick for him, especially with the fact that he could’ve never seen this coming.
“Ya drove me to this, Dust…” AJ was very stern with what she said, which confused Dusty to begin with. Why was she being so uptight about it? “Ah… like you. Ah like you more than just ‘as a friend’, Dust. Ah want to be yours, and Ah want ya to be mine…”
Blink. Blink. Did he just hear that correctly?
“Dusty?-” His lips had shot down and pressed against hers. He couldn’t let a moment like this go to waste with somepony whom he wanted to share a future with. Forget calling this a “silly school-crush”, this was real for the both of them.
Dusty shifted himself over the top of his new-found lover, caressing her face in his hooves. It felt good to be giving himself to a mare he trusted, especially a mare who wanted him.
A lust-filled moan escaped from Applejack as they parted lips momentarily. The two of them looked deeply into each other’s eyes, no regrets to be given by either. Dusty’s shotty movements slowed down to match her slower panting as he gently glided his lips along her neck and chin. Judging by the shivers he felt under him, she must’ve been going mad with pleasure from being kissed upon alone.
Within the next moment, Applejack had forced the stallion on his back, the surprise set within him as he felt the warmth traveling within his lower body. He couldn’t tell if this was just lust or actual love, but either way, it was intensely wonderful to him. And to feel the moist warmth of her against him made the moment that much more intimate.
“Dust?” Applejack asked softly as she pressed her lips against his nose.
“AJ?” He asked back, chuckling to the sensation of his nose being kissed.
“Can we do a little more than just the kissin?” She asked with a sly smile. Dusty nodded and powered her onto her back once again, positioning his head between her legs and giving a playful breath of warm air against her nethers. Applejack wringed in delight.
Now, just because Dusty was a Guard didn’t mean that he didn’t have a few tricks up his sleeves from other mares. He looked up to AJ with a questioning smile, which was returned with a desperate nod. She was too far into the heat to back down now. Obeying his lover, he used his hooves to spread her legs open and reveal the slit that had glistened in the sunlight just like before he’d agreed to all of this. He could tell she was soaking by how damp her tail was around the area. More than that, the sweet musk of her seeping marehood was an involuntary turn on for the stallion.
“Nnn! Do it already!” Applejack pleaded as Dusty began to slowly lick the side of her left inner thigh. Each long stroke of his tongue teased the mare pleasingly, making her want more and more. He then licked the inner right thigh, creating long, artistic strokes with the tip of his tongue. This drove her insane! Why couldn’t he just put himself in already?
Dusty continued to artfully coat Applejack’s nethers with his saliva, now licking around her plump lips that concealed what she wanted him to attack. He cooed at the sweet taste he picked up with each drag of his tongue, his hooves barely able to contain the shaking mare as she pulsed in pleasure and delight.
After claiming most of her lower body as his own, he was finally ready to work on the glistening fold that he had spotted from earlier. As hard as it was to keep her legs spread open, doing the work was another turn on for him. As a reward, he gingerly applied his tongue to the fold and licked down toward her throbbing clit.
AJ moaned deeply as Dusty breathed and licked against her luscious cunt, swabbing up every bit of her mare cum that he could. The more stiff Applejack’s movements became under him, the more he could tell she was coming close to the edge.
Repositioning his forelegs, Dusty used his hooves to spread her lips open for his tongue to explore the insides of her. Wringing and pleading with him, Applejack looked down at him with a seductive smile.
“Eat me up, sugarcube.” She cooed to him as he licked around the inside of her slit. Dusty smiled deviously and wrapped the entirety of her flower in his mouth, sucking against it like one of the juicy apples still hanging in the trees above. The suction against AJ’s clit drove her over the edge, resulting in spurts of tantalizing mare juice flooding his mouth. Squirming in ecstasy and pleasure, Applejack tried her best to hold down his head against herself.
Dusty was able force her hooves back long enough to leave a little treat on the lips of her marehood. With speed and precision, he wrote out each letter of his lover’s name on her own lips. This he’d been wanting to save for that special somepony, and what a finer moment than now to make her squirt and squirm for him.
“Wh-What’re ya doin down there?” Applejack squeaked as he stroked her lips with his tongue. Dusty chuckled and kissed her marehood, signing his handy work with a seal of his lips.
“Just reminding myself who I’m giving myself to,” he smiled up at her, swallowing down the rest of her cum and slowly slithering up her body to meet her lips.
“Mah turn?” Applejack broke the kiss momentarily to ask. She was satisfied, if not fully clear of cum, from Dusty’s work. Now she wanted to repay him for a job well done. Dusty nodded in the kiss, wanting to keep tasting her sweet lips against his. As toned as she was, she was definitely kissable compared to other mares. “Relax now,” she encouraged him with a free hoof against the back of his neck.
Dusty nodded once more and waited for her to break the kiss. She too, however, didn’t want to break away from both the taste of her lover’s mouth and the taste of her own sweet cum.
“Sweet Celestia, Dust. Mind letting me take the lead fer the time bein?” Applejack asked. Too high on the sweet taste of mare cum and the lips of somepony he thought he’d never be with, he gave a simple nod.
Applejack squeaked and giggled as she laid him on his back and let herself sink down to his chest. Now it was her turn to give him some well-deserved attention to his nethers.
Puckering her lips and kissing on the stallion’s coat, Applejack slowly snaked her way down toward his exposed erection. Dusty looked down as she let herself touch and tingle every last nerve along his sheath. When she planted a kiss between the base of his member and his ballsack, an instant wave of pleasure shot up his spine. That feeling was new for him and it resulted with a spine-tingling arch of his back.
Her hoof cupped around his balls and pulled them away from the base of his sheath, causing his hind leg to kick involuntarily in delight. Nopony had really even thought to pay attention to them, but the way she did it for him was the most lovely ways of all, in his mind at least.
The feeling of his balls being tended to gave Applejack the ample opportunity to surprise Dusty with a long lick up the shaft of his erection and back. His eyes went wide with bliss with the feeling of her slick tongue tasting him. For AJ, Dusty had a taste that piqued her interest. That left only one thing to find out for herself.
Gently massaging his scrotum, AJ squeezed her lips over the head of his erection, slowly engulfing the top half of his member in her moist warmth. Dusty’s throaty moan let her know that he was enjoying his turn at being pleasured. “Oh Sweet- AJ… ah!”
Dusty felt Applejack choking down more of his member, her mouth spreading with his girth. It felt amazing, having her skilled tongue swirling around his head and the underside of his throbbing shaft. Next thing he knew, she was slowly bobbing her head up and down, looking up into his eyes lustfully the entire time. That look could kill, and it was another major turn on for Dusty.
With the combination of her massaging hoof and her skilled tongue, he would easily get off. Still, he wanted this to last as long it could. With every ounce of strength, he clenched and held himself together, doing his best to prevent himself from going over the edge with Applejack’s steady rhythm. The more he tried to hold it in, the more he felt like he was going to burst. It became harder for him to breathe as he tried to keep himself all in one piece, but AJ just kept breaking him down with the massage and warmth moving up and down his shaft.
Applejack was keeping a watch on her lover, waiting for the right moment to pop him out of her mouth and let him shoot all over her face. The feeling of warm stallion juice dribbling down her cheeks and nose turned her on, especially since it would be from the stallion that just pleasured her using only his tongue. Once she saw Dusty’s back arch, she pulled back against his member and created the audible “pop” of the separation between them. A strand of pre-cum connected the two of them, but it was going to be more than just pre-cum any second now.
“Nnnnyah!” Dusty moaned to the sky above as Applejack stroked him off the edge of the cliff. Blobs of his seed shot up into the air between them, most of it falling back with the gravity and landing on her face from her forehead to the tip of her muzzle. He couldn’t even look back down at her. She had done that well for him.
AJ smiled, feeling his warm juices drip down the sides of her face and cheeks in every which way possible. While Dusty labored for breath, she began to lick up the bits of cum that fell close enough to her lips. Even for a stallion, he tasted amazing to her. Somepony definitely ate their celery and apples.
“Wow, Dust. Ya sure made a mess…” AJ commented as she slicked up whatever cum she could from her face before licking her hoof clean of his juice. She even went as far to stick his limping member back into her mouth and slurp up whatever was left of his climax. She managed to pull a deep moan from the stallion as he tried to control himself, but her lips around his tinglingness was a sensation that couldn’t be matched.
“Gah… Next time, maybe you should consider a blowjob instead of letting it get all over your coat,” Dusty tried to shake his head to no avail.
“Why do ya say that?” Applejack asked, confused by what Dusty was trying to get at.
“They’re gonna notice that you’re sticky…”
“Let ‘em. All Ah know is that Ah found mah special somepony…”
“... We’re so dead…”
“At least we’re dead together, sugarcube…”