Making Up and Making Out

The sun was already starting to set when Babs got off the bus at the stop nearest Sweet Apple Acres. Maybe mouthing off to Mrs. Harshwhinny wasn’t her best idea, but it sure felt like it at the time. Applejack probably thinks I bailed on her, Babs thought, checking her phone. Still no signal; Maybe something got busted when she got into that fight this afternoon. With a sigh, she stuffed the thing back into her bag, and started to trudge down the flinty cobbled road that served as a driveway to the farm.

It wasn’t too terribly long before she found who she was looking for; Applejack was outside the barn, leaned over the opened hood of a tractor. With a smirk, Babs clambered over the rail fence, and started across the field towards the younger girl. As she neared, she stepped as quietly as she could in her heavy boots, biting her lip and picturing herself as a ninja, anything to help her innate gift of stealth. She reached forward, to Applejack’s skirt…

“Well, howdy, cuz!” So much for innate gift of stealth; Applejack turned and beamed at Babs, a bit of tractor grime smeared on her forehead. “I figured you might’ve been spooked off after, y’know... earlier,” the farmgirl added, color rising in her freckled cheeks.

Babs withdraw her hand, eyebrows going up as she tried to look innocent. “Oh, what? That? Oh, no, uh. You didn’t hear what happened?”

Applejack wiped her hands off as best she could with the rag on hand, shaking her head. “Sure didn’t. You get into some trouble?”

“Who, me? Trouble? C’mon cuz, you ought to know better than that!” She gave Applejack a playful cuff to the arm “I’m as innocent as the day is long!”

Applejack wasn’t buying it. “Yeah well, ain’t a whole lot of day left, and it looks like someone beaned you good on the head…”

“Oh, thaaaaat,” Babs rolled her eyes upwards, as if to look at her own forehead. “Right, see, there was this guy, and he was totally saying the wrong things to Sunflower, see?”

Applejack stood, her arms crossed, frowning as she listened.

“And so, I asked him – super politely – to not talk to a lady like that."

“Yuh huh, and then what happened, miss I’m-so-innocent?” Applejack drawled, sounding unimpressed.

Babs grinned broadly. “He didn’t listen, so… I gave him a piece of my mind.” She pointed to the lump where she’d whacked the boy with her head.

Despite herself, Applejack chuckled at the joke. “Well, so long as you’re usin’ your head instead of your fist, I guess.” Smirking, she stepped closer, reaching up to gently touch the goose egg, ignoring her cousin’s little flinch. “Need a kiss to make it better?”

Babs smiled a little down at Applejack, hands going to rest lightly at the blonde’s waist. “Uh… I kind of wanted to talk to you about that, you know?”

Leaning up, Applejack planted a soft peck to the bump on Babs’ head, and then leaned back. “Talk to me about what? It’s just a kiss on your head, silly.”

“I never figured you was the teasing type, cuz…” Babs smirked, blowing back some hair that had fallen in her eyes when she leaned down for the kiss. “About that, uh, apology today.” She felt her cheeks warm as she brought it up, and damned if blood wasn’t starting to flow elsewhere at the memory, too.

Applejack’s cheeks warmed too, and she glanced away with a chuckle “Oh, uh… what about it?” Looking back to Babs, she cleared her throat. “I mean… it weren’t nothin’.”

“Whadda ya mean, ‘weren’t nothing’?” Babs huffed, drawing Applejack a little closer. “You mean you give handjobs to say ‘sorry’ all the time?” she smirked, looking down at her cousin’s freckled, flushed face.

“What? No! course not!” Applejack sent a green-eyed glare up at her cousin as she pushed out of the girl’s hold, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Then what do you mean, ‘it weren’t nothin’?” Babs asked, mimicking Applejack’s drawl, flinching when the country girl slapped her arm.

“I meant…” Applejack paused, setting her jaw in consternation. What did she mean? “That is, what I meant was, you don’t have to worry about me being all… weird or something over it.”

“What do you mean, weird… Ow, what’s with the hitting?” Babs rubbed at her arm where Applejack had socked her.

The farmgirl rubbed her knuckles, her lips pursed. “You darn well know what I mean, Barbara Seed. If you think you’re gonna get me stammering and awkward over… over that, it ain’t gonna happen. I get enough of your teasin’ at the way I dress.”

“Well, you do dress like you’re goin’ on the Porter Wagoner Show…” This time her hand darted out, catching the smack that was coming her away.

“Leggo… How do you even know that show?” Applejack freed her wrist, and gave Babs a glower. “If you came all this way just to make fun of me, you ken jus’ haul your scrawny butt back to the bus stop!” she barked, turning to stomp off into the barn.

Babs watched her go, standing in bafflement. “Oh for f- ..Applejack!” her sneakers slapped against the packed dirt in front of the barn as she dashed in after the farm girl. “I wasn’t – “ before she could finish, a heap of hay showed down onto her from above. “Pfft! What the… Applejack, what the fuck?” Babs spit seed hulls from her lips, looking up to glower at the giggling girl hanging from the hay loft ladder.

“I got you good!” Applejack called down. “Now look who’s the hayseed! …Uh oh…”

“I’ll show you who’s getting who…” Babs growled, rushing for the latter. Applejack whooped and scurried up, Babs hot behind her. Just as the farmgirl cleared the ladder, Babs lunged up and over, grabbing Applejack by the knees and sending them both sprawling into the canvas-covered hay sheaves. After a brief tussle, both girls were covered in loose hay and chaff, with Babs straddling her younger, rather smaller cousin’s stomach. “Gotcha.”

Applejack squirmed and struggled, trying to free her wrists, before blowing some hay from her face and giving up. The stronger girl had her good this time. She sniffed, and smirked up at Babs. “You think so? ‘Cause far as I can tell, I got you right where I want you.”

“What are you talking about?” Babs wrinkled her brows, looking down at her cousin in confusion. “Dude, I’ve got your arms and I’m sitting on you, you don’t get more got than getting got like that.”

“Yeah, but I got you up in the hay loft, didn’t I?” Applejack gave a smug smirk as Babs looked around in wide-eyed realization. Feeling the other girl’s grip go slack, Applejack twisted and pulled, sending the two into another sprawl of yelping girls and flailing elbows. This time, Applejack wound up on top, Babs’ arm behind her back, face-down in the straw. Applejack leaned down to murmur, “So, now I think maybe you’re the one who’s gone and got getted got.”

Babs paused in her struggles, laughing. “What the hell did you just say? OW! That’s my arm, fuck, you’re so violent!”

“Oh, stop yer cryin’, you big girl, I barely moved. Now say it.”

“Say what?” Babs griped up at her cousin.

“You say, ‘I done gone and got getted got, good,’ is what you say, Barbara-Lee seed.”

Another weak struggle. “I’m not sure I can. Can’t I just say the one about sale shelling sea snails or whatever the hell it is? Youch!”

“I. Done. Got-“ Applejack began, emphasizing each word with a poke to her cousin’s skirted, hay-covered butt.

“Alright, okay. I done get gone and gooded got. Y’happy?” She growled up at Applejack, who after a moment of indecision, nodded her approval and let go, stepping away before any retaliation. Babs just propped her chin up to look at her cousin, smirking. “So your plan was to get me back up in the hayloft all along? What’s up with that, Applejack?”

“Maybe I just wanted some company, you think of that?” Applejack replied, settling on a cloth-covered mound of straw.

Babs rose halfway, creeping over to join Applejack, reclining against her. “well, what sort of company did you have in mind?”

Applejack gave an exasperated huff. “Don’t you go getting all weird on – “ her breath caught at the feel of lips pressing against the back of her neck, warm breath tickling her skin.

“I thought you liked weird, A-J,” Babs cooed, kissing again, one hand holding Applejack’s pale blonde hair away.

A shiver coursed through the farmgirl, a warm flush creeping from her freckled cheeks to her ears. “Now you... you just cut that out…”

“It was your idea!” Babs pouted, bringing her chin to rest on Applejack’s shoulder, arms wrapping around the other girl’s middle. After a quiet pause, she planted a kiss on her cousin’s flushed cheek. “Look how red you are! I thought you weren’t into girls?”

Applejack grumbled, leaning back into Babs. “Maybe I sorta am. A little.”

Babs chuckled, her hands brushing straw off of Applejack’s stomach. “A little? So, what, just one girl in particular?” A smirk crossed her lips, “You said you thought Rarity was awfully pretty… “ Applejack’s deep flush and silence made Babs gasp and lean back a bit. “No! Really?” A big grin was flashed at Applejack “And you were teasing me about her?”

“Oh, shut it,” Applejack huffed. “Rarity’s sweet and pretty and all that, but I know fer a fact that her and Ffffff... someone else are, she’s seeing, you know, someone else. Sides She ain’t at all the girl I was thinkin’ about, thank-you-very-much.”

“Oh no?” Babs’ smirk turned into a grin. “So if it ain’t Rarity’s soft, silky white thighs you want to get between, then-“ an elbow cut her off with a soft oof. “Hey! Okay… Damn. So who were you thinking of?”

Applejack turned to give her red-headed cousin such a look. “Ain’t sure I want to be sayin’ now. Since she’s just gonna start teasing me again.”

“Well, you brought it on yourself! Oh... wait, you meant me?” Babs fluttered her eyelashes in false surprise. “Well… I’m flattered, but I ain’t exactly a girl…” her hand climbed up, cupping around one of Applejack's breasts, giving a light squeeze to the supple flesh, making her cousin draw in a breath.

“Girl enough,” came Applejack’s husky reply. She turned further, pressing her lips to Babs’ in a brief kiss, tongue darting out for a taste before she withdrew, her freckled face brightly pink. “I mean, that you got yourself, uh, a piece, just means, uhm, different way to… uhm…” She trailed off awkwaedly, until Babs returned the kiss from a moment ago. This one was not broken quickly, and Applejack shifted around, slipping her fingers through her cousin’s hair, holding her as their tongues darted and flicked together.

After a breathless moment, Babs finally pulled away from Applejack’s mouth, her hands still caressing the slighter girl’s chest. “A ‘piece’, huh? I guess you were cleaning it and it went off?” she grinned at her cousin’s giggle, a thumb stroking Applejack’s nipple through fabric. “Hey, Applejack?”

“Hmmm?” came the distracted reply, the blonde’s eyes half-closed as she enjoyed the feeling of the caresses. “Oh? What’s on your mind, cuz?”

“You know damn well what’s on my mind,” Babs snickered, giving a gentle squeeze to the breast cupped in her hand. “But, I wanted to ask you something.”

“You got a funny way of askin’, Babs,” Applejack huffed, her own fingers trailing down, catching underneath the hem of Babs’ T-shirt, exploring the skin just beneath with her fingertips.

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask, hillbill-HEEEE!” Babs jumped with a gasping laugh when Applejack's fingers dug at her sides “Okay, fine, sorry! No tickling, okay?” Goddamn…”

Smirking, Applejack resumed her stroking, nudging her cousin’s shirt up, and leaned forward a bit as Babs began unbuttoning her blouse “Can’t make no promises sugarcube, but I’ll try. So, what was it?”

“Just a second,” Babs murmured, undoing the last few buttons, then brushing Applejack’s shirt open to reveal the white bra encasing her cousin’s full breasts. “Oh wow, cuz, you’ve got some amazing tits.” She moistened her lips, looking up at Applejack’s freckled face as she brushed a thumb along the other girl’s cleavage.

“Yeah well, what’d you think?“ Applejack asked, sighing a little at the attention, her own hands beneath Babs’ shirt, finding the small, firm mounds on her cousin’s chest. With a grin, her fingers teased around the stiffening tips of Babs’ breasts “You ain’t the only one that’s changed a li’l bit since last time…”

“A little bit?” Babs laughed, arching her back towards the touch “Last time we saw each other up here you were flat as that board…” Babs’ breath caught when Applejack pinched and tugged a nipple, cheeks coloring, before suddenly getting a facefull of shirt when her cousin tugged the garment up and away, revealing Babs’ toned torso, with a flat stomach, a subtle dip at the waist, and the two dark pink nipples atop handful-sized breasts.

“Really now? You ain’t got room to talk, missy,” Applejack chuckled, tossing the T-shirt aside. Just look at them little things.” She looked up at Babs’ flushed face, leaning in to kiss the soft skin between. “You got a lotta nerve, makin’ smart remarks like that.”

Babs’ chest rose and fell as Applejack peppered it with light, innocent kisses. She watched the blonde girl explore with her lips, never coming as close to one of those nipples as Babs would have liked. Biting her lip, she eased Applejack back, moving to straddle her lap. “I’ve still got my question, cuz.”

“Yeah well, what is it?” Applejack replied, letting her hands drop down to the belt circling Babs’ hips, fingers working it free.

Leaning down, Babs pressed her lips to the tender skin of her cousin cleavage. A quick flick of her tongue brought the warm taste of Applejack’s skin and a hint of salt, but even better, also brought a gasp from Applejack. “You gonna give me an answer to it?” She continued her kisses, reaching back to fiddle the latch of the bra free.

Applejack’s hands were shaking as she drew the belt free from the loops binding it to Babs’ skirt, goosebumps rising along her arms and chest as she felt her bra loosen, heard the other girls’ triumphant chuckle . “Well… I can do my best…”

Babs grinned and leaned back, drawing the undergarment away, and groaning softly at the sight of Applejack’s tits. “Oh man, cuz, these are great…” Soft, puffy mounds of rose-pink capped each breast, the siklky skin pale and unblemished, save for a few freckles near the top. Babs couldn't help herself; leaning close again, she brushed her lips against her cousin’s pillowy areola, a gentle nibble drawing the nipple to stiffness.

Above, Applejack gave a little pant before catching her lip between her teeth. Her hands fell to Babs’ hair, feeling the silky strands and the coarser stubble where it was cropped at the side. The teasing was sending electric sparks jittering down her spine, each touch and kiss casing a small, warm throb between her thighs. She wanted to pull Babs closer, to give in… But instead, groaned and pushed her away, flushed and laughing. “Yer getting’ distracted, sugarcube.”

Babs was flushed herself, and looked up with a lick of her lips. “well, you can’t blame me…” She gave a longing look to that darkened peak, before relaxing and leaning back. “You said Rarity was with ffffff…” Babs blew the letter with a tilt of her head.

Applejack's eyebrow rose expectantly

"...Luttershy?" Babs finished with a small smirk

The farmgirl’s eyes widened. “How’d you.. .Er… I ain't never said…”

Babs just grinned “Nope, you didn’t. I'm a good guesser. But tell me about it? How’d you find out?” her finger reached out, tracing along Applejack’s knee, as she gave her cousin her best expectant look. "You said you'd tell!"

Applejack gulped.