Is That How You Make Cider?
Author's Note
This story takes place before Flim and Flam are introduced.
Is That How You Make Cider?
Cider season was quickly approaching, and many tasks were to be completed. As with most cider seasons, ponies from all over Equestria traveled to the small town of Ponyville just to get a taste of the sweet, sweet cider that was produced by the Apple family. Making cider was fairly easy when the right materials were gathered. The only hard part about cider season was how much cider was to be produced. Not just gallons of cider, hundreds of gallons. Every apple put into the cider had to be perfect. It had to be just the right size, the right color, and even the length of the stem had to meet certain requirements.
Big Macintosh was busy plowing the fields outside the barn. It was a tiring process that paid off in the end. Granny Smith was in the Apple family house, preparing some cider the old fashioned way, by squeezing the apple juice into a cup. Granny Smith was aware of the technological advances of the modern day, but there were still some things she liked to do by hoof, and the way she used to do them while growing up. Apple Bloom was lucky to get a break from all the work, and spend some trying to get her cutie mark, and causing mischief with her friends.
As the evening drew on, and the temperature dropped, Applejack was just about finished with her task of bucking the apple trees. The last of the apples fell from the tree branches and into the bucket. Applejack stepped back to admire the work she had done today. Bucking apples was something Applejack took extreme pride in doing. She ensured that the job was done correctly, and with complete concentration. There was never a day when she didn't feel like doing some good 'ol bucking.
"Phew..." Applejack smiled, taking her hat off and wiping a large bead of sweat off her forehead. She set her hat down on top of the apple basket, and sat her flank down on the ground. She looked around at all the apple trees which no longer contained apples on their branches. She still wanted to beat her own personal record of fifty-four apple trees bucked in one day, but was happy enough to settle with forty-seven for today. The only thing left to do now was to take the apples to the barn where she could sort them.
Putting hat back on top of her head, Applejack carefully tossed the basket of apples onto her back. This basket seemed heavier than usual. Maybe it was just her imagination. She had been picking up apple baskets all day. Shrugging her shoulders, Applejack made her way over to the barn. She took great care in transporting the apples so they wouldn't bruise or fall out of the basket. The way she trotted looked a bit goofy, but it was best for the apples. As she was trotting, her front hooves tended to cross each other as she made her way through the field. She happened to pass through the field that Big Mac was plowing. Applejack turned her head to look at her brother.
"Are ya almost finished over there?" Applejack asked, still trotting in a goofy manner.
"Eeeyup." Big Mac replied. He sat his rump down on the ground to take a break as he watched Applejack head towards the barn.
Now moving swiftly, Applejack approached the large barn in front of her. She stopped at the two large barn doors, stuck her hoof out, and opened one of the doors. It creaked loudly as it slowly swung open. Once the door was opened enough to make a gap big enough for her to enter, Applejack trotted inside. She turned around and closed the door behind her. Slowly but surely, the creaky door had slammed shut. Now Applejack was all alone in the barn, with nopony else to bother her. Trotting over to a small haystack, she skillfully dumped the basket of apples onto the ground without one apple falling out.
Now was the time to inspect the apples in the basket. It was one of her favorite parts of the day, besides bucking apples. Sitting her flank down on the soft hay, Applejack laid back into the haystack, which was like laying into a recliner without the leg rest. She took her hat off and set it aside. All of her focus was concentrated on the apples as she undid her ponytail. Her beautiful, blonde, silky smooth mane waved out around her neck. She shook her head to rid the few strands of hair from in front of her face. Applejack rubbed her hooves together.
"Let's see what we got here." Applejack said as she picked up the first apple. The piece of fruit in front of her looked quite delicious, but she knew she couldn't eat any of these apples. Even though she was hungry and her mouth craved the sweet taste of a juicy apple, she had to deny her urge. Applejack loved apples too much to simply eat them for no reason. As she inspected this apple, she noticed no bruises, and nice light red color, and a lengthy stem that was over one and a half inches.
"Looks good ta me." She set the apple down on a small hay bail. She then repeated the apple inspecting steps with yet another apple. She eyed it carefully from top to bottom, side to side, front to back, and every other way.
"That's a keeper!" She exclaimed, smiling as she set the apple down beside the other good one. Looked like this bunch of apples might be a good batch. Most other batches had more than five bad apples, but so far this pack was looking a-okay.
She reached into the bucket, wanting to pull one out at random. As her hoof shuffled through the basket, she felt a small blockage in the basket. Perhaps it was a small branch that had fallen into the bucket by accident. It could have been a squirrel too, but it was doubtful. It didn't feel like a squirrel, though. It felt like a regular apple...
As Applejack picked up the apple, she was shocked to feel just how heavy it was. The texture of it smooth and silky, almost as good as her shiny mane.
"Woah nelly! This be a biggin'!" As Applejack brought the plump apple to her face, she could now see that it was indeed a large, and abnormal apple. This one had a gorgeous, bright, dark red coating all the way around. The shape was similar to that of a normal apple, but twice the size. The stem was an impressive two and a half inches long, and curled at the top slightly. There were zero bruises, scrapes, or scratches on it. Upon further inspection, she noticed no animal contamination either. This apple was truly a sight to behold. It was one of the most beautiful apples she had ever seen.
"Heh... What a big feller ya are." Applejack chuckled. She couldn't help but stare at the apple a little bit longer. She didn't care about any of the other apples right now, as this one began to occupy her time. As her hoof traced along the smooth edge of the apple, she looked around the barn to see if anypony was there. She had to share this discovery with somepony, but who? Maybe she didn't have to share it with anypony. There was no way this apple was leaving her hooves anytime soon.
"Ah wonder... I guess it wouldn't hurt ta keep it... But ah can't! It's such ah good apple... It would make the most perfect mug o cider anypony's ever tasted!" Applejack argued with herself. Clearly she was distraught between keeping the apple, and using it for cider.
"It's so big... So beautiful... The most perfect apple ever..." Applejack rubbed the other side of the apple, stroking it gently with her hoof. As she rubbed the perfect piece of fruit, something popped into her mind.
Yesterday, Rainbow Dash had made a joke about Applejack's name. Rainbow commented about how Applejack's name sounded like she... Well, jacked apples. It was a ridiculous joke that made Applejack roll her eyes, and made Rainbow laugh for hours on end. Applejack knew it was all in good fun, but Rainbow sounded like she meant it. There was no way she would be offended by such a little joke. However, it did make her wonder. She had the most perfect apple ever resting in her hooves, and nopony was around to see her. She was in the privacy of her barn. The one thing she would never think about had just popped into her mind...
"...No, that's crazy. Ah can't do that to such ah good apple... But Rainbow did say ah "shouldn't knock it before ah try it"... Then again, Rainbow's always jokin' around and such... But... Ah still wonder..."
Applejack's cheeks flushed red. Was she actually considering this? Apples didn't have feelings, but Applejack had feelings for this particular apple. What if apples did have feelings, though? It couldn't be possible. Apples aren't alive, or are they? So many thoughts raced through Applejack's mind. Her heart actually sped up a little, as if there was tension going on inside her. Applejack stared at the apple for a few seconds before putting it against her chest. She could feel her heart beat against the apple. Why was she getting so emotional and physically comfortable with this fruit? It's like the apple was calling her name in a deep, seductive voice.
Applejack glanced around the empty barn quickly. With her eyes still focused on the apple, she brought it to her lips, and gave it a soft kiss. The apple was warm and soft, like that of a stallion's lips. She rubbed the back of the apple tenderly as her lips kept contact with it. She closed her eyes and brought the apple as close to her as she could, heightening the intensity of the kiss. She could feel her heart thump quickly as she imagined that apple were big, muscular stallion lips. Her hind legs adjusted themselves as Applejack's lips squeezed and nipped on the apple teasingly.
Her warm, wet, pink tongue gingerly planted itself against the apple. The apple tasted just as good as she imagined it to be, sweet as ever. With her lips still locked onto the apple, she ran her tongue around in small circles, the amount of saliva on the apple built up with every twirl of her teasing tongue. She increased the movement of her tongue, the pink organ swirling around just a hair faster, and with more pressure on the apple. Applejack opened her eyes and she stared seductively at the apple as her tongue kept up it's twirling motion against the apple. With a quiet pop, Applejack's lips parted from the apple. Her hot breath made contact with the beautiful piece of fruit. It was so warm, so hot, and so erotic that Applejack almost couldn't control herself.
She brought the apple up to her lips once more. The tingling in her mouth could only be satisfied by the passionate foreplay she shared with her beloved apple. For the first time in her life, Applejack was about to physically pleasure an apple. Never did she think that all those years of caring for her apples would lead to this. However, she didn't want to cut to the chase so quickly. Besides, all good foreplay is never complete without oral stimulation.
Once again, Applejack's tongue snaked out of her mouth. She pressed the tip of her soft, wet tongue against the apple, licking up the side of it slowly. Her thick tongue soon found itself at the top of the apple, where she slowly brought it back down, giving the apple a thin line of saliva from top to bottom. Applejack did it again, but this time using even more of her tongue against it. With a slight chuckle, she licked up the apple again, savoring it's sweet flavor and taste. She slowly brought her tongue down again, licking her lips once she was finished.
Like many stallions and mares, she thought it would be fun to explore her lover's body. Applejack curled her tongue around the sides of the apple, the wet warmth being transferred to the surface of it. She licked up and down delicately, making sure her teeth never touched, or bit down on her lover's sensitive skin. She sloppily moved her tongue around to the other side, never once letting her tongue leave contact with the apple. Her thick trail of saliva dripped down and splashed gently against her lovely orange coat. Letting her tongue drape down to the bottom of the apple, Applejack carefully licked the underside of her partner, bringing her lips to the bottom of the apple for a sloppy kiss.
Having explored different parts of the apple, she now turned her attention to a part of the apple she had neglected to please: The stem.
It poked up and out of the apple like Big Mac's member when he read Playcolt magazines. Applejack giggled at the thought of her brother reading Playcolt, and quickly shook it off just as quickly as it came. Applejack's eyelids lowered, and she flicked her tongue gently across the tip of the stem. As before, she breathed hotly on the apple as her tongue flicked the stem. She watched it wiggle slightly as a result of her tongue pressing against it. She couldn't help but giggle again, as the stem acted just like a usual stallion's member: Twitchy and erect. She used the tip of her steamy tongue to lick up the tiny stem as slowly as she could. A quiet moan escaped her lips as she did so.
"Ya look pretty excited there, sugarcube~" Applejack whispered seductively. She hovered her mouth over the stem, breathing on it as she wrapped her tongue around it, and made the apple's stem as wet as she could. Her tongue wormed around the miniature penis (as she imagined it to be) and pressed her organ hotly against the tip of the apple. Applejack's moans were getting louder as she continued to please her favorite fruit. For a split second, she took the entire stem into her mouth, giving it a big slurp with her tongue, and sucking on it as it popped out of her mouth. Once she had felt like the apple's had enough, her tongue retracted back into her mouth. Licking her lips, she stared at the apple with loving eyes.
"I bet ya like that a lot, huh?~" Applejack said, giggling once more. With her glorious apple all lubed up and horny, Applejack was ready to put Rainbow's little joke to the test. She was finally ready to prove that she could step up to any challenge.
It was time to jack apples.
Placing her hoof aside of the apple, and her other hoof under it, Applejack began circling her hoof. Using gentle, ginger strokes, she was able to calmly give her apple an decent hoofjob. She was already quite good at such things, thanks to various experiments with Twilight Sparkle. Applejack kept on rubbing, applying more and more pressure to the apple as her circular motions got bigger by the stroke. Soon, she was rubbing all around the apple. She stroked like Big Mac on a lonely Saturday night in his room. Pretty soon, she found herself wiggling her hoof around the apple's stem, teasing it as if it were a stallion's member.
Applejack furiously stroked the side of the apple, as if to bring it to climax as quickly as she could. Sweat began to roll down her cheeks as her tired hooves worked endlessly to please her wonderful, little, fruity lover. Nothing was going to stop her from bringing her apple pleasure. Applejack felt like she had finally accomplished something, even if it was a small victory. She stroked all around the tender skinned apple, her saliva lubricant making it easier than she thought.
"Are ya close, sugarcube?~" Applejack asked in a sexy tone. She herself was feeling the heat somewhere between her hind legs. Applejack's legs curled up a little, and she began to feel a tiny bit of tingling in her most private of areas. It made her stroke faster, her hoof going at blazing speed up and down. The more she stroked, the more she felt the tingle between her legs. Applejack moaned loudly, unable to hold back any longer.
"Aaahh!~ Cum for me, sugarcube!!~" Applejack yelled, feeling absolute euphoria as she jacked her apple. She was in her own world. A world of pleasure, apples, and sex. So much was going through her mind, it was hard for her to understand exactly what was happened. Applejack's hips bucked wildly as her moans heightened in intensity and pitch. She was like a rocket ready to take off. A bomb getting ready to explode.
Then, suddenly, the creaky barn door flew open with great force.
Applejack's eyes widened as she heard the door fly open. She dropped the apple she was holding, and looked at the opening in shock. Standing there was a tall, red stallion. He had a smirk on his face as he stared at her, not moving an inch. He looked so familiar to Applejack, but she was so lost in her own world, things were like a blur. Then it came to her. She knew exactly who that pony was.
Her own brother, Big Macintosh. She had been caught red hoofed, and she knew it.
Big Mac trotted slowly into the barn, using his back left leg to kick the door closed. It made the same loud creak as before and slammed shut. It left only him and Applejack in the barn. With the same smirk on his face, he began to slowly, and almost seductively, trot towards his sister. She wasn't able to comprehend her own thoughts as he watched him draw closer and closer to her. This had to be worse than anything else she'd ever done.
"Ah see yah've been enjoyin' yurself~" Big Mac spoke with a deep voice. It wasn't like his normal voice, it was much deeper and vivid. As he stepped closer to her, Applejack noticed something sticking out from underneath him. There was his member, in all it's pride, sticking out underneath him, hard as a brick. A mesmerizing, black tool that made Applejack's eyes widen even more. A large vein ran down the side of it, and it twitched ever so slightly, enough for her to notice it.
"Well, AJ~" Big Mac was close enough to Applejack that he stood right in front of her. The next few words to come out of his mouth were words that Applejack had always wanted to hear.
"Ah've got two big, juicy apples you can lick on~ Ah think these'd be more fun to suck on~" Big Mac chuckled deeply and turned around, revealing his lengthy stallionhood with two plump, wrinkly, red balls hanging directly underneath his tight, brown plothole.
The sight made Applejack's heart skip a beat. Right in front of her eyes were two 'apples' that looked so delicious, and so scrumptious. She couldn't believe her own brother would do something like this. However, Applejack didn't mind at all. It only fueled the fire burning inside her. Looking at her brother's package made her think of the naughtiest thoughts she'd ever thought of.
Applejack smirked, and stared directly at her brother's juicy, big apples.
"Ah guess it wouldn't hurt ta try some o them apples~..." She whispered hotly to herself.
END.
