A Night In

by Methionine

Rating: mature
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Length: 3939

For a mare like Applejack, a long day's work is nothing to bat an eyelid at nor is the lack of time to herself. But when she does get a night to herself she's not going to waste it.

Bucking apples, moving apples, storing apples, planting apple trees, maintaining crops, reviewing financial accounts… There's not a day that goes by without some matter on the farm requiring Applejack's attention and on the occasions where matters are firmly in hand, her friends require help saving the world. Again.

So one might be forgiven for thinking that she spends her life with not a moment of relaxation or stress relief to balance it all out. But sometimes, on the few occasions where there's a quiet moment to herself, there's nothing more Applejack enjoys than a long, hot bath. Letting the water soak the aches and pains of work from her tired muscles.

That and knocking one out.

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A pony who receives altogether too little attention and far too much derision, there's few quite so lovable as Applejack. The usual disclaimer applies: shameless Futajack masturbation, maybe some other things (you'll just have to read and find out), you're going to Hell for reading it, etc..

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-02-09 17:50:01 UTC

All to herself

Sweat trickled down her brow and caught thick strands of her mane, droplets falling from her cheeks as she gazed out over her handiwork. There was always a certain satisfaction to reflecting on a day's work well done and seeing the orchard looking as well as it should, Applejack nodded once and turned for the farmhouse. The dusty tracks and thick grass fields of the farm's outer reaches gave way to more worn paths and a clearer view of Ponyville; the rest of the girls would be about their business, probably wrapping up their own day's work.

The quick trot Applejack been moving at gradually slowed to a walk as her hooves cried out for relief and the prospect of putting them up and getting a good meal still seemed lamentably far off. But Applebloom did mention she was staying over at her friend's—Rarity's younger sister if she recalled correctly—and Big Macintosh had mumbled something about meeting somepony somewhere in the town that might or might not have been one of the little eateries that would be open at a late hour. Which would mean both would be away and Granny wouldn't be long retiring for the evening.

Which meant Applejack had a quiet house to herself.

If it were earlier in the day she might have kicked her hooves up and let out a whoop but as it was, she settled on a wide grin and a barely suppressed chuckle. Already the image of the wash-tub, steam rising from it filled her imagination. A nice, long soak would be just the thing her sore hooves called for but more than that it was a chance to truly relax without the worry of interruptions. Bad enough having Macintosh poke his head in the wake her and catch sight of some tented sheets, worse still if he poked his head in to call her for something and see... something far more embarrassing for the both of them.

By the time she'd gone over a quick list of the things needed, the farmhouse was before her and a few more steps saw Applejack pushing open the door. Sure enough, the pattering of little hooves was absent and Applejack reflected that it was good her sister was getting off the farm more – good friends were a blessing in anypony's life. Not quite as good was the lumbering form of Big Macintosh, stepping out from the kitchen's doorway.

“Uh- Mac?” Too late to catch herself, Applejack hoped she didn't sound too disappointed to see her brother. “How's Granny?”

Not stopping to look at her, Macintosh plodded over to a small mirror near the hall door. A red hoof poked at his jaw, smoothing out some unseen mark in his coat before running through his mane. When that was done, he turned to Applejack with a small smile.

“Granny's just gettin' supper up but she's lookin' tired.”  Leaning in to quickly hug her, Mac stepped around and opened the door. “Ah'm goin' out for the night so, uh...”

Waving a hoof, Applejack let out a soft chuckle. “Yeah, yeah, Ah'll put her to bed, don'tcha worry. Just remember Ah wanna hear all about what happened with you tomorrow.”

With a considerably more wry smile and a blush, Big Macintosh departed without another word, leaving Applejack alone in the hall with only the sound of Granny Smith humming to herself.

It'd be alright to hold off for a little while; Granny always took the time to make them supper, the least Applejack could do was spend it with her. And it was nice to have a little time alone with the mare, to share the kind of comfortable silence that comes from two ponies who know that after a long day's work, simple company was its own balm.

Sure enough, she was waiting for her granddaughter. A warm, gentle smile and a plate of hot food along with her and Applejack said a quiet thanks before settling down at her side.

Apart from an inquiry as to the Bramleys—all doing much better after Twilight helped rid the disease—the only sound that passed between the two were the gentle clatter of plates and satisfied chewing. Still, Applejack couldn't help but rub her hind legs together in anticipation and if Granny Smith noticed the mare's anxious demeanour she never spoke a word of it.

As the meal concluded, Granny Smith mumbled her intent to go to bed and readily leaned upon Applejack at her offer. Her eyes drifted shut along the way, hooves still steadily, if slowly, plodding along until Applejack righted her on her bed and shifted the mare into it. Sheets and blanket pulled up and tucked in tight she looked perfectly at peace. The door clicked quietly shut after Applejack and she finally let out a heavy sigh, leaning back against the wall. With Granny abed the house was still and quiet and she was alone.

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Applejack huffed, lugging the last pail of steaming water into the bathroom and emptying it into the tub. At least she could smile, setting her Stetson to one side and rubbing her forehead, as she looked upon the tub; the windows had misted up with the steam and cotton towels lay on a small stand, a number of small bottles next to them. Her eyes wandered over the sight as she unwound the ties from her mane and tail. A quick shake saw the hair loosened and settling on her withers.

A cursory look to make sure the door was locked and then Applejack lifted a hoof into the water, wincing at the heat. It'd be worth it, she reminded herself, just a few moments to get used to it and then she could relax. Another hoof followed after and then again until she was standing in it. Finally, taking a breath, Applejack lowered her haunches into the bath and let out a choked gasp. Oh it stung those sensitive parts but only in passing, already the pain was fading.

The water flooded in around her coat, doing its work in easing the aches from her tired muscles. Clutching at the edges of the tub, the mare lay back against its wall and breathed a heavy sigh. No Macintosh, no Applebloom, no Granny... There was the briefest moment of guilt at that thought. But she worked hard, never turned them away when they needed her and indeed, they had all gone off to enjoy themselves without the rest of the family – was what Applejack was doing any different? Or more wrong?

“Ah deserve this,” she mumbled to herself, lying back further into the bath, “Ah am a hardworkin' mare who deserves to take time for herself.”

Remember to take deep breaths and repeat the mantra!

Grunting sourly, Applejack quite suddenly couldn't rid herself of the thought of Rarity carefully instructing her in the 'proper' way to relax. The prissy mare had even tried to push some of her scented candles and oils as well, as if Applejack were a Manehattenite dandy with nothing better to do than tend to her coat. She was right about one thing, though – it was important to love herself. And on that thought, an orange hoof snaked its way down along the edge of the tub and under the water. It finally came to rest on her inner thigh, pressing against a far too swollen testicle.

Applejack cooed softly, running her hoof up and down along her thigh while letting her thoughts turn to a different unicorn mare, a purple coated one. Who could often be found with her head in a book and her rump cutely held aloft with her tail swishing back and forth excitedly...

“Just a li'l touch,” Applejack murmured to herself, letting her hoof drift in closer to her body.

The image shifted to Twilight turning about, wearing nought but a smile and shifting her tail to one side, exposing herself. Already Applejack could feel her sheath begin to swell and another hoof dipped into the water, pushing at the opening and then down to press at her stiffening member. She gasped, jerking from the wall of the tub, water sloshing about with a few drops slipping over the edge. That sensitivity always left her undone far too quickly, which might not be a problem if her brother unexpectedly calling upon her was a concern but tonight she could afford to take her time and enjoy it more fully.

With that in mind, Applejack resettled herself and spread her hind legs, dipping her hooves in to reach down and roll her balls between them. The hot water and gentle motions were more than enough to leave a current of pleasure passing through her, leaving her shivering in the tub.

“Mmph, c'mon now.” It was just above a whisper, barely audible even to her.

One hoof slid upwards, onto her sheath and tugged from side to side, rolling the skin against a cock that peeped out from the tip. It was a slow effort, hindered by the heady pleasure that fought to cloud her mind, to bring her hoof up further until it ran along the mottled pink-and-brown flesh of her member. Water or no water, that touch was enough to draw a deep, throaty groan from the mare and leave her grinning widely as the long, slowly strokes she made had her cock poking out from the water in moments.

With one eye kept open, Applejack licked her lips upon glimpsing the swelling head of her member.  Water may have left a sheen on it but from her vantage, drops of pre forming on the tip could easily be made out. One hoof under the head, squeezing and kneading at it saw it extend the last couple of inches and the slow drip turn into a more insistent trickle. Her breathing was heavy and laboured when she took her hoof from off her balls, using it to steady her cock along with the other; it was seldom enough that she got to taste herself.

Water swept around the mare as she leaned forward, tongue extended to flick at the edge of her cock, catching a couple of drops of pre. The taste was thick and musky, slightly sweet and beguilingly addictive; that one lick turned into another and then another until she was pressing her lips around the head and gently suckling on it.

“Mmm! Mmph! Mmm-Ahhn!” It was impossible to keep herself from letting out a loud cry of pleasure as the cock popped out of her mouth, leaving a long string of precum to land below. A hoof took up the job of keeping it stimulated, rolling around over the head, over and back on the edge of the flair and making the mare shake at each sensual touch.

“Oooh, c'mon, c'mon now!”

Her free hoof was sliding along her thigh, head held back against the tub as her eyes shut tight. It was something else she seldom had the time or privacy to touch but it equally called for attention, begged for it in throbbing aches of pleasure that could—and should—be so much more. That sneaky hoof delved down, between her legs and pushing her balls to one side as it pressed down against a small slit.

Even against the water it felt hot and Applejack bucked her hips wildly at the touch, narrowly letting go of her cock as it slapped against the water. It was just a gentle touch, enough to part the lips and press in against the bare flesh – enough to make her grit her teeth and wiggle her hips down against the base of the tub, pressing herself down on her hoof. Oh, if only there was something she could use, something long and stiff to work the insides that begged to be stimulated. Her hoof felt good—shaking and shyly touching like another mare might—but it couldn't give the relief that was needed.

“Please, just... just a li'l more!” The most Applejack could manage was to stroke her hoof up and down against herself, growling quietly in frustration as her body worked on its own to press down futilely. Not to mention how her aching cock begged for attention.

In a small box, just under her bed there were a couple of things that might be able to help with one of her problems—sometimes it was worth taking Rarity's advice—but there was no sense in just wasting the water. Not yet. Abandoning the effort just above her tail, Applejack resolved to concentrate on what she could handle at the moment – the long, stiff something that bobbed gently before her nose. So with a shaking hoof and hushed breaths, she started a gentle stroke on her member, struggling not to buck her hips again.

The hoof trailed down, on and on until she came to the medial ring and stroked back and forth on it,  keeping as much pressure as she dared. Her pent up balls ached for release and a free hoof cupped them, rolling back and forth, forcing the flow of pre to swell up and the pleasure to mount almost too quickly. When she pulled back she was panting, green eyes focused intently on the throbbing member before her. Rest; take your time, enjoy it – she repeated that to herself amidst a few choice images of a certain purple posterior.

Sweet Celesta, if she was here right now Applejack would have no problem lowering her into the other end of the bath. Then she could stand—as she did so now—and gently rock her hips back and forth, just... grinding herself on the mare; her hoof made as good a substitute as she was going to get and then started trailing down lower, down along her turgid member over her balls to tip the lips of her vagina that were moist from more than the water.

“Th-That's it, just give it a li'l rub.” Of course she would, she was the kind of mare who'd love to tease once she got into it. Inexperienced but more than willing to experiment; that purple hoof stroking up and down while Applejack rocked herself back and forth... the mental imagery was almost too much and the one foreleg propping herself up buckled with the orange mare tumbling into the water and the resulting splash seeing much of it pour over the edges. A burbled oath was all that came before she pushed herself up and looked at the wet floorboards; clearly there was nothing for it but to move somewhere safer.

Tutting at having to waste a good bath, Applejack climbed out and grabbed a towel. Her cock pressed stiffly against her stomach and chest, hindering her attempts to dry herself somewhat but after going through two of the cotton towels she was about as dry as she was going to get. A final, dry one across her rump served to give some modesty but did little to hide the sight of her bulging member between her legs.

Unlatching the door and poking her head out, Applejack chuckled quietly to herself upon remembering the empty house. Towel thrown back onto the stand, she proudly stepped out into the hall and proceeded to trot down its length, cock bouncing against her stomach and chest. Unbeknownst and unseen were the droplets of pre that splashed to the ground along the way as Applejack licked her lips and kept her mind firmly on the little shocks of pleasure that came with each dull smack. Pausing briefly at the door to her bedroom, she reached back and gave a few hard rubs to the head of her cock, grunting roughly before pushing on in.

Safe within the confines of her bedroom and with Granny Smith too heavily asleep to ever hear, Applejack let out a whoop and dove for her bed. She landed with a soft thump, wiggling her hips until the rest of her body was firmly on the sheets and she was rolling about, giggling and quietly moaning as her cock ground against herself, her hooves, the sheets and spattered all liberally with a fine sheen of percum. A little more wiggling saw the mare over at the edge of her bed, reaching under it, tail swishing excitedly, as she pulled out a small wooden box.

There was only one item to be used tonight and it was immediately in sight when Applejack opened the box; a cream coloured, rubber-like phallus. Oh she'd laughed when she first saw the thing and then fell silent upon seeing its function activated. A function her hoof now swiftly sought out and flicked the switch for, the thing beginning to vibrate immediately after doing so.

Applejack almost tossed it from her hooves in surprise, the last time she'd used it had been... Had she ever used it before?

Her cock twitched insistently, calling for attention and—not quite realising what she was doing—Applejack shifted the device about in her hooves and pressed it just under the flared head of her member. If she hadn't jammed her hoof into her mouth fast enough she was sure the loud cry that was, thankfully, muffled would have woken Granny. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her hind legs twitched as she moved the device down, slowly, along the shaft.

“Darn u-unicorn magic,” she muttered darkly to herself. It was unfair how they could enchant items like this!

“Bucking... Celestia darnit!” That one little pass over her medial ring turned into running that device over and back. Pulses of pleasure flowed from her member as the vibrator lay buzzing against the shaft and the trickle of pre continued to run along its length, helped along by a hoof that continued to stroke up and down, spreading the sticky fluid.

It was impossible not to giggle as the device passed along her balls, the vibrations being a more tickling sensation than anything but that all died down quickly enough as her hooves pressed down further. Applejack's hind legs worked from side to side, digging into the sheets as she slowly lowered the phallus down against the edge of her slit. Now wasn't the time for roughness; slow, easy  strokes were the name of the game and she took great pleasure in doing so.

Pre ran along her neck and chest as she pressed against herself with the vibrator, gently parting her lips to push the thing in. Quickly rolling over, Applejack pushed her face into her pillow and shouted a few choice oaths into it. She could barely exert any control over her hooves to keep pushing the damned thing in, so quickly was her mind clouding with pleasure. The heat between her legs swelled up and her hips bucked wildly against the bed

The vibrator was stretching her just enough to have the desired effect, vibrations doing the rest in leaving her grinding down onto a stallion—or Celestia, she could only imagine—another mare that wasn't there. Taking her hooves away did nothing, the vain hope of the pleasure subsiding quickly lost in its face and Applejack could only turn herself back over and grip her cock tightly.

“Please... please, oh please just lemme cum!” The pleasure was enough to keep her on the edge, just enough and not quite reaching the height to push her over.

Her hooves took up the slack, starting to stroke up and down along her throbbing member. Lying as she was, her vision was filled with it trickling pre down onto her, increasing with each stroke she made. Her hips bucked infrequently, jerking about as shocks of pleasure gripped her amidst the device's insistent vibrating. Each time her cock came a little closer to her lips and Applejack opened her mouth a little wider, catching a few drops of pre in doing so.

“Ngh, c'mon, c-mmph-c'mon!” Her hooves worked at a flurry, wildly stroking up and down along the thick cock but it still wasn't enough. Whimpering quietly, she reached down and hooked them under her thighs, pulling sharply until her cock was jammed into her mouth.

Eyes rolling back in her head, Applejack lavished her tongue across the flared head of her member, using one hoof to squeeze and knead at her balls while the other kept her hips positioned just right. Pre dribbled down her throat and her tongue lapped at the tip, drawing more with each passing moment. The wet slurping was only added to when she started pulling on her leg, getting into a gentle rhythm of thrusting into her mouth.

Between the vibrator still lodged firmly in her and her continued attempts to deepthroat herself, Applejack felt pleasure quickly rising, filling every inch of her. It was only too late that she realised the head of her cock had swollen to a level that was impossible to get back out, forcing her to continue licking at it with only one free hoof to work other things. And slyly slip down between her hind legs to tap at the vibrator.

“Mmph! Phmph Mmmmph!” She'd squinted her eyes shut, trying to twist her head side to side as her hips bucked wildly, filling the back of her mouth with inches more of her cock that twitched with far more strength now. She was close, so very close, just a little more...

Another tap at the vibrator, just enough to push it in was what pushed her over the edge. Applejack's body convulsed, her hips thrusting with every drop of strength left to her as her cock twitched wildly, leaving the mare with only a moment to take a breath before the first spurt of semen erupted from it. Both hooves were firmly on her thighs now, pumping her cock on her mouth as her throat was flooded with cum.

Applejack gulped wildly, barely having a second to savour the salty, ever so slightly sweet flavour. Fluids dribbled down onto her tail, staining the bed as the other dam broke and Applejack gave a sharp push at the vibrator, grunting through the flow of semen to wiggle her body about.

Tongue slipping against the tip of her cock, the mare wolfed down all she could, feeling her stomach start to swell from the volume. Her cock had no signs of slowing down yet, at least not with the pulses of pleasure still coming from below, adding to its own. Foolish an idea as it was, she still couldn't hold off from kneading her balls, wincing at the fresh burst of pleasure that accompanied a surge of semen.

She was sweating, trying desperately to take gulps of air as she could but already starting to feel lightheaded. When the flow of cum started to die down, Applejack could finally take a breath and then another which turned into heavy gasps through her nose. Pushing her mouth open to the limit permitted, her cock came free with a loud, wet pop and the mare fell back onto her pillow, heaving for breath.

It was hard, the vibrator still drawing little pulses of pleasure, hard until she could move a hoof in to yank it out.

“Buck it!”

One last, thick gob of semen ejaculated from her cock to land on her face. All Applejack could do was chuckle at the ridiculousness of it. And how utterly good that had all felt; her body still felt warm and sort of like it was floating as she snuggled into her sheets. Hoof on her now swollen stomach, she resolved to find the time in future to make a go at that again.