Good Old (Sexy) Memories.
Sweet Apple Acres. The one and only place to buy delicious, one of a kind Apple Family Apples, the best apples in all the world. Do you know what makes them so good? Summer sun. Indeed, the Summer sun plays the biggest role in making these perfect red fruits. A Summer day like this one particularly is a good day for apple harvesting on the Acres. Although, with all the acres in Sweet Apple Acres, it's a pretty hard job for just the four members of the Apple Family that lives on the property. But Big Mac, Apple Bloom, Granny Smith, and Applejack make due. From dawn to dusk they'll work if needed. Not that they ever need that much time.
The screen door of the Apple Family house creaked open, welcoming the sun beaten form of Applejack into its momentary cool escape from the Summer day. Her flannel shirt had gathered a darker shade around the back from the sweat still clinging to her body. Applejack swept a hand across her brow, brushing a heap of sweat from her forehead. "Woo-wee!" Taking her hat off from her head, she played at the first few buttons at the top of her shirt, "Can't remember such a hot one like this."
Alone in the house for this moment, Applejack indulged herself for now in undoing her shirt and allowing her heavy chest to breathe with only her bra keeping her modesty. Her shoulders rolled once and Applejack put her hat down on the counter by the door. As cooling as coming into the house was, it was a small change from the broil going on outside. Applejack looked back outside from the screen door, noting her sister and her friends playing around by the well in their swimsuits. "Reckon that'd be nice..." Applejack told herself, "'Cept... I ain't so little no more," She looked down at her mature body and had a little chuckle at the idea of her trying to fit into a little swimsuit, "S'ppose I can head on to the cellar. Always nice and cool down there."
Applejack departed around the kitchen, letting her hat sit upon the counter and for her shirt to flap just-so against her tanned, farmer muscular body. Under the stairs leading up in the Apple Family house, Applejack turned an old, well-worn door knob, clicking the door under the stairs open and venturing into the dark abyss. Although, after shutting the door behind her and tugging at a dangling switch, the abyss was banished away to reveal a cement walled and floored room with old wooden shelves lined with odds-and-ends as well as an old tattered bed tucked away in the corner. Applejack went over to the old bed, springs jutting out from the mattress, and took a flopping seat on it. A few of the springs sprang at her form sitting against it along with the ones beneath the surface croaking and bending back under her weight.
"Well looky here..." Applejack remarked after getting a small feel for the old bed, "If'n I'm not mistaken, this is mine and Mac's old bed. Was sure Granny Smith threw it out..." Running her fingers against the tattered surface, memories came to Applejack.
Memories of she and her brother squirming against the other, fighting throughout the night to see who was going to hold control over the bed only suited for one person. In the end though, they would always give up on the fight and just fit into each other, holding tight to the other and getting what sleep was left in the night. Those days had to come to an end though when Applejack reached puberty and Apple Bloom was born. Still, they were some pretty good memories for Applejack when she thought back on them.
The slight chill of the basement crept against Applejack's baked skin, forming small bumps against her and bringing her to a shiver. "Bit chilly down here... S'ppose it's better then burnin' up outside at least..." Applejack sat back against the old bed, allowing her shirt to slide down her arms and flop down to the mattress.
As cool as the basement was to her skin, Applejack peered around her to be sure no one else was around before she slid two fingers up her chest to the tie of her bra. "No harm in lettin' flags fly," she admitted to herself.
It took but one tug against the main knot for her wrapped bosom to bounce out freely into their full mounds as her bra was tossed aside. A great sigh of relief parted from Applejack and she laid out against the bed. Sweat glistened against her worked body and her chest rose and set against her, taking in the cooling air of the sunken level of the house. Her hands delicately rolled up her sides, spreading the chill her finger tips had taken to from the basement, electing subtle gasps as she did so. Applejack looked around the basement once more, relaxing herself for the first time in a great while. As she looked around, she noticed a cardboard box near the head of the bed.
"What do we got here?" She mused quietly.
Applejack reached out to the box, pulling it towards her and sitting up on the bed in the process. The top of the box easily slid open when Applejack moved to remove it, revealing the contents inside. Within the box were dozens upon dozens of photos taken of Applejack, Big Mac, Granny Smith, Apple Bloom, and many of their friends. A smile crept to Applejack's face as a fresh flow of memories came to her at just looking at random pictures. Among the pictures, however, Applejack spotted one that really captured her attention. She carefully peeled the photograph out from the rest of the pictures, running her thumb over the glossy front to make sure it was clean.
There it was, a picture of her, Rainbow Dash, and Fluttershy sitting at the beach. Applejack's face in the picture was so coy, despite what was taking place around her. Rainbow Dash on the other hand appeared to be whistling unassumingly to herself while her hand was up behind Fluttershy's back. That only left poor Fluttershy; her top having the straps undone and starting to uncap around her massive breasts. Applejack looked at the picture for a moment and tried not to laugh as a crimson blush went across her face and nose.
"That was one fine Summer..." Applejack chuckled softly and laid back down against the bed, her mind slowly drifting back to that eventful Summer on the beach.
"Ten bucks..." Applejack whispered with a low growl.
"Make it twenty," Rainbow Dash was adamant on that price.
Applejack peered around the cooler she and Rainbow Dash were using as cover to look at Fluttershy sitting on a bench near the sidewalk. The three of them were dressed in their own swimsuits; granted if you can call Applejack's cloth chest wrapping and daisy dukes a swimsuit. But with Fluttershy in a bikini, it seemed to equal out in some manner of speaking. Applejack mauled over the price Rainbow Dash was offering, and reluctantly nodded. "Got yer'self a deal," the two shook on it and got up to walk over to Fluttershy sitting alone.
On either side of Fluttershy, Applejack and Rainbow Dash took a sliding seat, letting their bare legs rub up against Fluttershy's. Fluttershy jumped a little bit at the sudden contact, but smiled all the same when she saw the two familiar faces. "O-Oh. Hi, girls."
"Hey there, Fluttershy. Y'all sittin' alone for a reason?" Applejack asked, taking a look opposite of both her friends and making a sly smile.
A curious action from Applejack, but Fluttershy dismissed it and put her hands against her knees, rocking back a little. "Not really. I just don't really feel like swimming today," Fluttershy said, her hands coming off her knees and resting agaisnt the bench the three of them were sitting on.
"If that's true..." Rainbow Dash started, her hand tiptoeing around the back of Fluttershy with careful movements to not let the girl notice, "You probably don't need your swimsuit on. You know what I mean?"
"I guess not... But the sun still feels really nice on my skin, so--" Before Fluttershy could finish her reasoning, she felt a slight sudden breeze brush against her shoulders and down her chest.
Her face exploded red and she did not need to look down to know what just happened. If she did need any clarification, the small thump of her top hitting the sand under the bench was more then enough. Out before everyone on the beach -thankfully no one was looking at the moment- Fluttershy's cute, pink nipples were put on display for all to see. That moment of embarrassment was beaten away like a wave against the beach as her body burned all over with a new sensation. Her fingers curled and her head rolled back, desperately trying to not make a sound as her pillowy mounds were covered once more; only this time not by the fabric of her top.
On either side of the vulnerable Fluttershy, Applejack and Rainbow Dash each took a handful of her ample bosom. Fluttershy hotly groaned and swung her feet feverishly against the baked sand under her, fighting with all she could to not make a peep. Rainbow Dash's touch was swift and agile, plucking her fingers deep against the soft flesh and letting it ripple as she snatched at it again and again. Applejack on the other hand kept a coarse, applying push of her hard palm against the erect nipple of Fluttershy. The combined efforts kept pulling Fluttershy in and out of pleading for an end, and softly wanting for the touching to continue. Either way, she said no words and only her shuddering, escaping gasps filled her lips.
The two girls smiled deviously at one another, signalling them to withdraw their hands from Fluttershy's chest. For a moment, Fluttershy relaxed and stopped gasping... Only to lose against her fighting and moan loudly when she felt two pairs of lips clamp over her nipples and prick front teeth against the tips.
Applejack tossed against the bed, mewing to herself softly as her hand felt a warm yet cool liquid glaze over each individual finger. As her release came and went, she snickered to herself and looked to the picture of she and her friends laid near her. A small bead of saliva glistened against her bottom lip after her 'recreation' of recalling a past Summer. The photograph sure showed what happened on the beach, but what happened after...
"Heh..." Applejack sighed to herself, turning over and looking up at the cold ceiling above her, "And I was jus' startin' to cool off..." She sighed, rolling her head back and panting with closing eyes.
Thinking about it, maybe a little mixed heating and cooling wasn't so bad. In fact, the basement was filled with memories of 'Summers past'... Maybe a few afternoons down here with some old pictures would make for an 'interesting' after work time. Applejack ran her wet, cool fingers against her hot body, leaving a trail against her as she shivered and smiled. "No harm in a little extra work I say... It's nice to remember." She snickered to herself before reaching for the cardboard box filled with pictures.
Maybe there was another nice little memory in there to pass the time... Summer was just starting, and she had to really 'cool off'.
