Impulsively Committed an Appledash Tail

Two years earlier, just after Applejack’s brother had left the barn...

Blue hooves slipped around Applejack’s chest. Dash whispered softly in her ear. “Miss me?”

Applejack froze, a silent gasp all she could muster as she nodded ever so slightly. Yeah ah missed you! Reflexively she grabbed Dash’s hooves, gripping them to her chest in case she changed her mind.

“So, you don’t believe in love at first sight, huh?” Dash grinned, fighting the urge to flinch from the pain in her hooves. The constant trotting around, and the running from the previous night were still taking their toll.

Applejack shook her head no, slightly. “Ahm not convinced.” A wavering whisper, her hooves tightening around Dash’s, a silent plea for her never to run again.

Dash sat behind her, wrapping her hind legs around Applejack, locking her in place. Applejack tensed, a little gasp, a shiver flooding through her body.

“You like this, right?” Dash whispered.

An answering nod.

“And how about this?” She wrapped her wings around Applejack’s mid.

“Mhmm…” Applejack’s breaths quickened, getting deeper, heavier.

Dash smiled, an ear twitching in excited anticipation. “And now you want me to nibble your ear, don’t you?”

Another nod, hesitant, and yet another as Applejack squeezed her eyes shut, her teeth clenched.

Dash bit down lightly on her ear, and was delighted with a rewarding gasp as Applejack leaned back into her, melting beneath her grasp. She giggled, whispering enticingly. “That wasn’t convincing enough?”

“It’s all physical.” Applejack looked up with puppydog eyes, her chest squeezed nervousely. “Ah want somethin’ deep.” Her hooves tightened against Dash’s once more. “How do ah know you won’t fly off some day, or get tired of me?” Applejack clamped down even tighter, driving Dash’s hooves deep into her chest, making sure she couldn’t get away. “Ah just cain’t lose more family…” Her voice wavered painfully.

Dash’s ears twitched, her hooves screaming and throbbing from the previous days abuse, but she refused to break the moment. “I’m not going anywhere.” Dash nuzzled behind Applejack’s ear, her wings overlapping as she squeezed tighter. “Because my wings tell me you’re mine.”

“You were leavin’ earlier…” Applejack’s ears sagged.

“I didn’t really mean it…” Dash’s voice fell from her lips with a hint of sadness. “I kinda wanted you to argue with me.” She hesitated, then forced herself to continue. “I...I-I was really sad when you didn’t put up a fight, you know. You kinda suck at making me feel wanted...”

“I...I understand, and ahm sorry. If yah ever say yer leavin’ again I’ll hog tie ya to the bed...” Applejack’s joke was accompanied by serious unblinking eyes.

Dash broke out into laughter. “Sweet!”

“We got a deal?”

“Heck yeah!”

“Well’all-righty then!” They both basked in the sunny tingles of each others giggles for a moment. “So yah keep sayin’ somethin’ about those wings, but ah don’t get it. How are they tellin’ y’ah’m the one?” Applejack’s grip lightened up on Dash’s hooves as she leaned back, and snuggled into the downy warmth of her wings.

Dash let out a silent gasp of relief. “When you touched them, I just felt it. It’s really uncomfortable when others touch my wings. It’s a pegasus thing. I mean accidents happen, but it sucks. It’s embarrassing. It’s like sticking a hoof under somepony elses tail.”

“What!” Applejack twitched, trying to turn around, but Dash held her steady. “Ahm so sorry! Honest, ah didn’t know!”

“Relax, I kinda got that.” Dash laughed softly, rocking Applejack side to side. Being an athlete, she knew her captive could break free if she really struggled, but was happily surprised at how Applejack’s resistance ebbed off as she melted back into her grasp, swaying contentedly.

“When a pony touches your wings, it makes you nervous...uhh, angry, and kinda sick. It’s not so bad if they touch the outside of the wings by accident or something, but it’s really bad if they touch underneath, or grab them. A pegasus NEVER lets anypony touch under their wings. Unless its like ponies they love or something. You know, really really close friends, foals, that special somepony...”

Applejack reveled in the delicate downy softness of Dash’s underwings as they shifted around her. She leaned her head back, resting against Dash’s shoulder.

“So, yeah, there’s this thing you learn as a foal. My Mom taught me, you get one shot. When your special somepony comes along, and it’s really them. You know they’re the one, because your wings go nuts. You feel it so hard it knocks you out.” She nuzzled Applejacks mane, whispering quietly.

“Applejack, I hate it when ponies touch my wings, but when you grabbed them, they went crazy. I think I passed out for a second. It was like wrapping up all of the awesome in my life into two hooves. I thought you knew at first, that you would just understand what happened, but I kinda got embarrassed when it hit me you didn’t...”

Applejack mulled over the confession, smiling happily, shivering with excitement. Then it dawned on her, she still knew nothing about Dash. “Hmmm… Ok, so, Rainbow of mah dreams, who are ya?”

Dash snickered, and stealthily rolled her aching forehooves out from under Applejack’s. “I have big dreams. Really cool ones. I’m going to be the best flyer in Equestria! I got moves that will blow your mind, and nopony can keep up with me in a race! Ponyville is just my launch pad. I came here to earn some extra cash working the weather teams so I could buy an entry into the Best Young Flyer’s Competition, and earn points towards a scholarship while I saved up tuition for the Wonderbolts Academy.”

She slid her hooves along Applejack’s forelegs, down to the tips of her hooves, and squeezed gently, ignoring their little complaints as she whispered into her ear. “These two hooves held all of my awesome…and suddenly I never wanted to leave this boring old town.”

Applejack stayed quiet as Dash fell silent. The two simply enjoyed the embrace, rocking, snuggling, never wanting the moment to end. The shadows grew longer as midday gave way to dusk, spreading it’s orange glow across the barn walls.

The vibrations of Applejack’s voice sidled comfortingly through Dash’s chest. “How can ya trust I won’t break yer heart?”

Dash shrugged. “I’ll take my chances, besides you don’t seem like the type of pony to go around breaking hearts.” She nibbled and nipped at Applejack’s neck playfully. “I mean come on, you haven’t raped me yet, and I can’t throw myself at you any harder.”

Applejack gulped down her giggles as she resisted Dash’s playful nips, and buried her face in those downy wings. “Uh, ah might have to confess somethin’.”

“Ooh… I hope it’s ‘juicy’.” Dash whispered enticingly into her ear, running her tongue up the edge.

Applejack shifted to the side reflexively, hunkering down lower. “Well, uh...last night...ya know how you were kind’a, uhm...out cold?”

“Oh, Applejack!” Dash gasped playfully, her voice full of hope. “What did you do to me!?”

Applejack could feel her whole body blush...

Applejack rolled Dash’s limp body onto the bed gently, her breath coming in long panting draws as she ran a hoof across her forehead. It halted mid-wipe, her other hoof snapping to Dash’s forehead.

“She’s runin’ a fever…” Applejack bolted from the room, returning momentarily with a bucket of water, and a hoof full of washcloths.

She dipped one in, wringed it out, and folded it across Dash’s head. “Oh pony...this is all mah fault…” She wiped the dirt from Dash’s muzzle, and gently ran the washrag around her eyes. “Ahm so sorry, ah wanted to move that fast, honestly, but I cain’t. I just cain’t… Really I want to trust you somethin’ fierce, but...”

Dash moaned lightly in her sleep.

Applejack blushed, her heart skipping a beat as she appreciated Dash’s clean delicate sleeping features. Her mouth watered, a hoof brushing across Dash’s lips gently, hesitantly. Her chest squeezed, need flooding through her in a sudden startling wave. Her hoof withdrew in a blur.

“What am ah doin’?” She rewetted the washcloth, and swiftly worked down her forelegs. She hesitated at Dash’s hooves, turning them over gently. “Oh, sugarcube!”

She turned, shouting out the door. “Apple Bloom! You home yet!?”

Little hoofbeats charged up the stairs. “Yeah, Sis! What’s up?” Apple Bloom skidded through the doorway. She halted in shock, seeing Dash’s state. “Hay! She gonna be ok?”

“Yeah, ah need ya to change the water quick, and bring another bucket up.” Applejack tossed the washcloth down. “An’ get me mah hoof cream, and the soft sweater.”

“Huh? One of yer winter wool ones?”

“No, Sis, the fancy one I hide in the back of the closet.”

“Oh, the one ahm not allowed to touch?” Applebloom raised a concerned eyebrow.

Applejack nodded swiftly. “Yeah, that one! Hurry…”

“Ahm on it!” Apple Bloom darted from the room.

“Ahm, sorry, Dash. Ahm so sorry.” She gently squeezed the hoof to her chest. Dash twitched in her sleep, grimacing, moaning a mild complaint. Applejack bit her lip, fighting back the regret pooling in the corners of her eyes.

“Back Sis…” Apple Bloom’s ears fell flat, and her bow sagged as she looked on with wide innocent eyes. “She’s not gonna d…” She choked on the word.

Applejack shook her head. Apple Bloom silently handed her the sweater with a sigh of relief.

Applejack held the sweater, her secret little guilty pleasure of orange with multicolor highlights, every hue of the rainbow. She hesitated a second longer, then dunked the sweater into the water, and took Dash’s mud caked hoof in her own.

“No!” Applebloom caught her sisters foreleg, her eyes wide. “Sis, yer gonna ruin it! You saved months fer that thing!”

“Shh…” Tears streamed down Applejack’s cheeks. “It’s the softest thing ah got, Apple Bloom.” She cut off her sisters reply. “Go on out, an’ shut the door. Leave a couple more buckets outside. Don’t come back in.”

She was too preoccupied to notice Apple Bloom slink away sadly as she studied the damage to Dash’s hooves. Blisters showed through the thick layer of mud. She painstakingly carved around them with her hoof, chipping away at the chunks as they fell to the floor around her.

Once the thicker layer was whittled down, she took her sweater in hoof, and gently worked at the thin layer left over. Slowly the hoof regained its natural blue, which only heightened Applejack’s guilt as little cracks became visible. She picked at the bits of gravel, leaves, and twigs stuck in the cracks with ginger lips.

The night grew longer as she worked her way through Dash’s devastated hooves until they were immaculately clean. Exhaustion from the day weighed down upon her shoulders. She ignored it as she massaged the herbal hoof cream in gently, bringing life back to Dash’s hooves as the raw redness, swelling, and even the cracks seemed to melt away.

Finally, she layed her head on Dash’s side, intent on resting a while. Immediately,  the smell of sweat hit her. She breathed in deep, savoring Dash’s salty scent as a mild haze set over her brain.

Briefly she wondered... No! Ahm not gonna do it... Her tongue itched for a taste as her cheeks burned with shame.

She shook the feeling off, and grabbed the sweater, burying the thought under a frenzy of scrubbing. Dash rolled to her back, moaning gently in complaint. Applejack froze.

“Applejack...run harder…” Dash sucked in air through her teeth, still asleep.

She laid her head on Dash’s stomach, watching intently as she mumbled in her sleep. She ran a hoof around Dash’s cheek gently. Her muzzle burned, her lips throbbed with desire. She kissed Dash’s chest hesitantly, yet eagerly giving in to the desire to add a taste to that delicious scent rolling off her fur.

Her tongue flicked out in a guilty little lick. But Dash was already too clean. Applejack whined in frustration, need radiating through her body, and intensifying between her thighs. She shifted uncomfortably, rubbing her legs together, squeezing.

Impulsively she turned her head. Dash’s scent slammed into her full force. Her legs were splayed, the passion of her dream wafting across Applejack’s muzzle, her eyes rolled back into her head. She gasped, fighting against agony as she resisted, biting down on her deviant watering tongue.

Her hoof hesitantly reached for the bucket, and her sweater, her head never leaving her spot on Dash’s belly as she listened to her breath. Raising and lowering, Dash’s warmth radiating through her mind as she slowly inched downwards, closer, still fighting her tongues desires.

She brought the sweater up, hesitating, a snail paced race between the sweater of willpower and her hungry desires. Her muzzle inched lower, she breathed deep, the fuzz over her brain numbing her thoughts. Her tongue slid out tentatively to taste the fur just above...

Summoning the last bits of her waning willpower she slipped the sweater between Dash thighs, running it up and down gently to wash away her lust.

She gritted her teeth, wanting to cry at the lost chance for a sweet taste of...Dash’s hips rocked ever so slightly, a little moan escaping her lips.

“Oh, sweet Celestia…” Applejack bit down even harder on her tongue, a violent shiver of desire running through her body, settling heavily in her nethers. She moved the unused clean part of the sweater in deeper, rubbing rhythmically.

ta wash away the grime! She denied the action, even as her hoof found, and focused on Dash’s sweet spot.

Dash’s hips rocked forward, instinctively pressing into Applejack’s hoof in her sleep.

Applejack gave a halting stuttery gasp, giving in to her desires completely as an embarrassing whine escaped her lips. She silently prayed nopony heard it, as her other hoof slipped down past her belly. A wave of guilt burned at her cheeks. She gasped, a swift intake of air as she pressed gently in little circles, her teeth clamping down on her lower lip.

She pressed harder into Dash, and was rewarded with a soft little sleepy moan. She smiled, a twinge of happiness tugging at the corners of her lips as she reveled in the desire to pleasure dash, to watch her enjoy everything she had to give.

Her hips rocked forward, her hoof already soaked by her slick burning need before she had even started. She failed to stifle a lecherous moan as her eyes darted back to check the door.

“How did ya do it?” Applejack watched Dash squirm in her sleep. “Ya lasted all last night, and ah cain’t even last a couple hours…” She bit her lip, guilt building swiftly towards climax as she reveled in every little twitch her wayward hoof elicited from Dash. “Ahm, sorry…”

Her eyes squeezed shut as she buried her muzzle into the bed to muffle the wave of pleasure that wracked through her body forcing strained little moans.

Ahm, so sorry…but ah want so much more...