The Canterlot Tails

“Come on, you piece of...” you grumble to yourself. “I just put coolant in and changed the air filter. What more cou-”BANG! Thick white smoke billows out from under the hood of your wounded trans am. Your once fast and sexy ride is on its last legs. “Mother fucker.” You pull over on the side of the dirt road and pop the hood. Again. You step out into the dry, sweltering heat. The tall grass to either side of the road waves at you, mocking your misfortune in the hot summer breeze.

You fan the smoke away and lean over the sick engine. “What’s wrong with you this time, Jessie?” you ask yourself as much as your vehicle. You spend most of an hour trying to discern the cause of the trouble, the rest of it reliving your best night with her. A warm summer night overlooking Ponyville, a case of beer and your first love. You shift your uncomfortable length and slam the hood shut. You find no cause or fix for the trouble, just a dirty shirt and a dry throat. You wipe your hands again with a greasy bandanna, swallow the last of your warm water and remove your shirt. Jessie refuses to start, no surprise. You lock your door and begin your trek towards Ponyville.

After a three mile hike, you see a big red mail box next to a wide driveway. You tiredly slap it, the metal twang satisfying. You finally arrive at civilization, the residence of the “Apple” family, so say the orange letters on the mailbox. You turn and walk up the driveway, you’re exhausted and have stopped sweating. You know that’s a bad sign, but at least you’re almost safe.

You spy the farmhouse at last, a large red building with green shutters and white posts supporting an awning over the porch. You wipe your brow, the back of your dirty hand sticks to your hot forehead. You lift your fist wearily to knock on the door three times. A cute little red-haired child answers within seconds, crayons in her hand.

“Uh, howdy mister. Can ah help ya?” she asks. She can’t be more than twelve years old. She timidly averts her eyes from yours, looking at your shoes.

“A-” you try to speak, but you have no voice. You swallow painfully, your hot throat hurts. You cough hard and try again. “I’m Tristan, and my ca-ar broke down. Ca-ahem. Can I have some water, miss?” You hold your shirt up a little in front of you. “Please?”

“Sure, uh, mister Tristan.” The little girl scampers inside. You stand in the doorway. You realize your shirt has been off this entire time, you slip it on hastily. The conditioned air wafting out of the entryway to the farmhouse is enjoyable. You notice that the inside is clean and modestly furnished. In the kitchen, you hear conversation in southern drawls. You take one step inside and spy the little girl with a big blue cup, followed by an elderly woman, likely her grandma or an aunt or something. “Granny said to invite you in,” the tike tells you. “And my name’s Applebloom, it’s a pleasure to meet ya, Tristan.”

“I try to teach her manners, and what does she do?” Granny, as she’s called, pauses her speech and looks at you. “She leaves a thirsty stranger standing on my doorway! Why lookitya, yer face is as red as a plum dropped in red paint!”

She leads you inside, rambling on and on about how in her day, she would help an entire town if it meant she’d be worked to the bone and didn’t get paid more than a ha'penny. Granny takes the cup and hands it to you, sitting you down on an old couch. Applebloom shoots you an apologetic shrug and skips off. You slurp greedily from the cup she gave you, water has never tasted so delicious. “Why, they made me walk ten miles, uphill, through ten feet of snow! If I had my w-well lookit! You WERE a thirsty drink ah water. Come, help yourself to the kitchen sink, sonny.” Granny helps you up, unnecessarily, and points you to the kitchen. “Ah’ll fetch little Applebloom to go an’ git one of mah gran’kids out from the orchard. APPLEBLOOM!”

You hear the patter of feet as you drink from the cold tap, drenching your short black hair as well. Granny sends her to the orchard to find Applejack or Big Macintosh, little Applebloom’s older siblings.

Instead of staying in and hearing tales of Granny Smith’s past, you decide to venture out into the orchard after Applebloom. You follow a white fence in the heat of high noon for a while. The endless rows of trees to your right and the big red barn to your left located on the far side of the fence are quite a sight. You haven’t ventured into Sweet Apple Acres, as Applebloom calls it. All your life, this nice place with plenty of work and shade has been hidden away in the hillside mere miles from your hometown. You feel tired in the heat, but the drink has definitely refreshed your body.

“APPLEJACK!” Applebloom cries out, running swiftly into the orchard. You pick your feet up and give chase. Soon, two figures come into view. One is a hulking mass of muscle, burly and wide. He appears to be carrying a large crate towards the barn. The other one is a thin, ladylike figure. She’s standing near a tree and wiping her brow. While one forearm wicks away the sweat, her opposite hand holds a brown Stetson.

You slow from a quick jog to a lazy saunter. She seems tired, but not exhausted. Her plaid shirt is unbuttoned and tied in a knot, revealing her slender waistline. It, too, is glistening with sweat in the late morning sun. You try to not stare, but her abundance of curves and skin make that a very difficult task. To make things worse, or better, she doesn't realize you’re in the vicinity. You watch Applebloom playfully walk in front of the fine woman and help her pick up apples. The full grown, gorgeous girl bends down to pick up apples as well. Her short denim shorts look ready to burst. Her ass is so tight in them, you witness her shorts rise up her toned, spotless legs. They ride high enough for you easily imagine the shorts on the grass instead of her ass.

You adjust your stiffening member in your jeans through your pocket and approach. You crouch down to pick up a delicious looking apple and place it in the basket. “Uh, hello?” you ask.

The blond girl looks up, her big green eyes are half lidded with boredom. They perk open slightly when they meet your eyes. Her small nose and feminine features are gorgeous.

She blinks twice, breaking her dumb gaze to pick more fallen apples. “I’m Tristan,” you tell her. “My car, uh, it broke down three miles west on the road. I could use a tow, probably a mechanic after that.”

She adjusts her hat and looks over an apple with a bruise. She shines and bites into the undamaged side.

“Name’s Applejack.” She stands straight and extends a hand. You take it, receiving an unexpectedly firm grip and shake. She takes another large bite and tosses the damaged fruit over her shoulder. Despite her perspiration, maybe even because of it, she has a very pleasant scent.

“Tell ya what, sugarcube,” she says as she picks up the heavy basket with some strain. “Heft that other basket to the barn fulla apples and we’ll get that car back. Applebloom, help him fill it up, won’t ya?”

“Sure thing, sis!” Little Applebloom jumps at the command, scrupulously tossing only good apples into the wooden basket at the base of a nearby tree. You turn to help, but let your eyes linger, admiring the eye candy as it saunters away. You watch her shapely legs flex as she walks, her strong calves and thighs support her full, round ass. She’s barely thirty feet away when your eyes vault up to her face, catching her sly eyes. She grins, then looks forward. Applejack sets the heavy load down, protruding her nice behind for you to admire. She caught me gazing, you think to yourself. Applejack caught me, and now she’s showing off her goods?

Applejack stands and shakes out her sore fingers. She places her right foot to the side, as if she’s posing for a photo. She cracks her knuckles and bends down again. Her tight ass looks so fine and full in those tiny denim shorts. She strains to lift the basket and continues

A heavy fruit splatters on your shoulder, breaking your stupor.

“Quit standin’ around!” Applebloom picks and drops an armful of apples from the tree she’s in. “We have to finish harvestin’ the south field by sunset, get movin’ already.”

“Wow, seriously?” You wipe mushy yellow goop off of your t-shirt. “How many more trees do we have to go?” You curse yourself for admitting to share the work by saying “we”.

“Big Mac said it would take the three of us all day. He’s gonna work north from the fence, while me an’ AJ work south from the side closest to the barn. Hey!” Applebloom drops heavily from the tree, landing hard. “Oof!”

“You okay, AB?” You kneel and offer your assistance.

“Ah’m fine!” She indignantly stands and brushes dirt off of her own shirt and pants. “Just lost my grip.” She’s tough, you think. At least she wants to seem that way.

“Anyway,” she continues. “Ah was sayin’ that we could probably be done in no time with you helpin’.”

“I don’t know,” you tell her, trying your best to treat her as an equal, a coworker. “Seems like a lot of trees. And I have to go get my car towed.”

You walk over to the over-filled bushel of apples. It looks heavy, but you’re sure you can heft it to the red barn. You take a moment to gaze across the orchard. All of the trees to your right are bare of apples, but many of the ones on your left are dotted with bright red globes of sweet, fleshy fruit.

“We ain’t gettin’ any closer to done when you just stand around, get movin’!”

You heave the basket up, lifting with your legs. The barn seems farther than you remember. The rope handles sting even your hardened hands. You reach the barn, your hands red and your arms aching slightly. Just inside is Applejack, leaning on the wall and drinking from a canteen.

“Nice and cool in the shade, huh?” she asks you. “Want a swig?”

You wipe your forehead and take the canteen. You eagerly bring it to your lips. The scent of alcohol just touches your nose as you take a sip. The drink is sweet, like apple pie with plenty of cinnamon. You take a larger sip, then a gulp. The aftertaste is the only part that holds any flavor of booze.

“Hey, hey!” Applejack swipes the canteen from you quickly. “Apple moonshine ain’t cheap to make, ya know.”

You lick your lips and savor the lingering flavor. “You made that?” You can feel a faint wave of inebriation wash over your eyes as you wipe your mouth.

“Yup, this here’s the last of the batch. It’s the weakest part of the barrel, but the sweetest.” She replaces the cap and slings the long leather strap over her opposite shoulder. She sets the strap so that it separates her large breasts under her shirt. The added definition is hard not to stare at. Up close, here in the hot shade of the barn, you can’t help but to look over her amazing curves once more. Your eyes swiftly fall to her short denim shorts, they’re unbuttoned and unzipped slightly. A small bit of blond hair is visible, she’s not wearing any panites. Her flat stomach and smooth, hot and tanned skin looks fine and fun to touch. You can just make out a small pink nub, but Applejack shifts her feet together and stands straight.

“Hey, Tristan, eyes up here.”

“S-sorry.” You can feel your face redden. “You’re fly’s down, by the way.”

“Dammit!” Applejack quickly fixes it. “Get yer ass in the house and look up a tow truck in the phone book.”

You hastily make your way to the house, eager for something to take your mind away from AJ’s fine body. She follows close behind, but passes you and ascends the stairs, leaving you to the yellow pages.

You find a company in Ponyville and give them a try on the old house phone. After frustrating negotiations and directions giving, Long Haul is on his way. You hang up, releasing a long-overdue snicker at the potential for a new adult film star name. AJ still hasn’t come down the stairs, from her room, you presume.

You wait around for fifteen or so minutes, helping yourself to a drink and mulling over your automotive troubles. No matter what rabbit trail your mind meanders down, all paths lead to Applejack’s body. The thought of her hot skin bare against your own, your body on top of hers makes your pants tighten. Her full, round breasts would yield to your fingers and your pectorals, her tired thighs would part just for you.

Time passes by at an agonizingly slow pace. God damn, you think to yourself. I could have walked to my car and pushed it here by now. You pace to redistribute the blood in your body. Your dusty shoes clack on the hardwood, accompanied by a faint pair of feet above.

A creek comes from the top of the stairs. Another, followed by a rhythmic thunder of practiced feet. Applejack flies down the stairs she’s obviously descended millions of times before. She expertly lands at the bottom, lazily marching to the nearby kitchen.

“Find a tow, Tristan?” she asks as she leans one arm on the doorway, crossing one foot over the other. She looks the same as she did earlier. Her short shorts are still short, her shirt still revealing plenty of her naturally tanned skin.

“Yeah,” you reply. “Ten minutes ago. What took you so long?”

AJ stands and walks to the phone, standing very close to you. “Just had to take care of somethin’, don’t worry. So, what are we gonna do? Walk to your car, wait for the tow, get it into town?” You smell a sweet fragrance floating from her. It’s not sweat, not perfume, it’s something much more natural and clean. You can’t tell what it is, but it’s enthralling.

You hastily collect yourself. You don’t want to leave this place sooner than you have to, AJ is too fine to just let go. She hasn’t hinted at a boyfriend, at least you couldn't tell. And she seemed honest.

“Actually,” you say back. “If it isn’t too much to ask, I’d rather have it dropped here. Then I could work on it and get it into town myself, save a few bucks. Know anything about Firebirds?”

Applejack crosses her arms under her breasts, lifting them slightly. She leans on the counter with her tight butt. You’ve never envied a flat surface more in your life. “I know plenty,” she says. ”Mah big brother knows some more about cars, though. I can change oil and then some, but that’s about it.”

“Well,” you reply. “It threw up quite a bit of white smoke when it died on me. I’m thinking it’s the carburetor or something. I don’t know. How good is your brother with cars, anyway?”

Applejack rocks forward onto her feet. “I don’t know,” she says in a low, quiet voice. “Quite a bit, I’d wager.” Applejack steps behind you, her lips extremely close to your ear. She chuckles lightly, then slaps your ass hard.

“Get movin’” AJ shoves you toward the front door. You catch yourself and turn to look at her. She’s wearing a devious grin, but it’s not malice on her face. It’s mischief.

You smile modestly and continue forward. You turn forward, meeting a thick neck and a whiskered chin.

“Who‘re you?” a deep, manly voice questions. It belongs to a plaid-clad man whose physique exudes burliness. Paul Bunyan would be proud, save for the small beard.

You step back, your butt bumps into Applejack clumsily. The corn-haired guy uncrosses his arms and places them on his side as he raises an eyebrow. He stares down at you like a bouncer.

“My, my name’s Tristan. Uh, my car broke down up the road about three miles, and Granny Smith and Applebloom let me in. I helped Applejack out in the fields for a bit. A tow trucks comin’ out now, so we’re go-”

“Ah heard y’all on the phone.” He seems to relax a bit with your honesty. “Now,” his voice seems a lot less defensive, now. “What’s wrong with your Trans-am?”

“The, I think it’s either the coolant or the carb. Not sure. Think you could take a look?”

“Ah know you could do it,” Applejack interjects, appearing at your side. “We’ll go and tow it here, you go and get to work finishin’ up that harvest. If we can’t get that done,” Applejack glances to the living room, noticing Granny Smith snoring in the rocking chair. “Then the after-harvest party tonight is probably gonna suck.” She finishes with jerking her head towards the back door.

AJ’s big brother submits, walking between you two towards the kitchen. He grabs your sleeve firmly, pulling his head near yours. He whispers low to you: “You touch mah sis without consent, and ah’ll make sure you’re limpin’ home. She’ll probably do worse to ya herself. Somethin’ like holdin’ you by yer manhood and cuttin’ off the rest of yer body. Clear?”

A right hook would be bad, but you definitely don’t want to tarnish his honor or his sister’s purity. “Crystal, uh,” you trail off.

He stands straight and releases your sleeve, extending his huge hand toward you. “Big Macintosh.” You shake his hand, grip his hand as hard as you can and shake. He easily matches your strength and then some. You set a degree of mutual respect, like an alpha male wolf to a fellow male.

“See ya in a few, Big Macintosh.” You resist the powerful urge to shake out your hand as you turn for the door.

Applejack waits standing in the doorway. “He’s not lyin’ ya know. Come on, let’s get steppin’.” Applejack easily trots down the porch steps and saunters down the driveway. You slowly jog to meet her, matching her step on the path. Sun baked gravel crunches under your feet.

“How far down are ya, anyway?”

“Just a few, uh, miles.”

The three-mile trek is long and hot, but you have plenty to talk about. An apple farm has many more interesting facets than one might imagine. You get a master class on proper harvest times, planting, techniques for yielding tasty, healthy, fertile fruit, and how to best harvest a field. You stow away a few tips, you are likely gonna use them later.

At last, you reach your car. It seems untouched. The black hood is scalding hot in the high noon heat. You unlock and open the door, reeling at the blast of cooked air rushes up into your face and nose.

“Jesus,” you groan throatily. “How long did that walk take, AJ? Two hours? Three?” You pop the hood with a quick movement.

“Hmm,” Applejack replies. “I’d say closer to one and a half, two.”

“We’re gonna be here a minute, then. Tow truck is gonna leave at noon, be here around one o’ clock, probably.”

Applejack tips her hat up to look at you.”Did ya plan this down time, Tristan?”

“I, uh,” you trail off, unable to hide a grin. You honestly hadn’t, but what was one hour? Just one hour in the hot sun, the two of you alone, Applejack wearing barely two square feet of clothing, there wasn’t anything wrong with that. She was already sweating, so were you. “No, I didn’t. Why? You complaining that you get to wait instead of work?”

Applejack releases a pleased chuckle, smiling wide. “Well, when ya put it that way,” she leaves the sentence hanging like a leaf on the wind. She slowly walks over to the driver side door, behind which you stand. She places her forearms on the top, leaning heavily into the glass with her large chest.

AJ reaches her face out towards you, less than a foot away. “Ya know, I caught you gazin’ about a dozen times on the way here.”

You gulp and avert your eyes. Her tone is extremely seductive, but that could easily be a trap. “Well, uh, you do have, ah how to put this.” You scan the clouds for an answer. “You have a great fucking rack. Do you get me?” Your eyes meet and you await to meet your fate.

AJ’s face is a mixture of shock and amusement. She pushes on the door and stands up straight, making her tits jiggle just the slightest bit. “Hay, at least you can be honest ‘bout it,” she replies nonchalantly. She pulls her chest to the door again, pressing her breasts without shame into the glass. She whips her long, braided ponytail over her shoulder and bites her lip, looking directly into your eyes.

“We got an hour, and a canteen fulla’ moonshine.” Applejack pulls the collar of her plaid work shirt open slightly. “And it sure is hot out. Mind if I take this off?”

“AJ, we’re on the road! Anyone could come by and spot us!”

AJ takes off her overshirt, moving her chest under her tight, soft, and stained undershirt. “I don’t think any car’s gonna come by here anytime soon,” she says in a faintly pleading tone. “We could go in the grass and make out, if you’d rather.”

You glance toward the waving grass that mocked you earlier. Now, you wonder if this is the field’s way of apologizing. It’s a silly notion, but you grin at it anyway. “Fuck yeah,” you tell her.

Applejack giggles throatily, making her way around your car door to you. She pulls herself on top of you as you lean back against the left rear quarter panel. Her big breasts heave under her tight green shirt. You watch and put your hands on her hips, pulling her waist to yours. Two of your fingers rest on her hot skin, just above the sexy slim waist of her incredibly short shorts. You want to slide your pointer fingers under her pants and slip them off, but you just trace the skin above her belt loops instead.

“God, I’m hot in this heat,” AJ whispers in your face. “Take ‘em off. Take all my clothes off, here and now. Or in the grass, I don’t fuckin' care.”

You look up into her eyes. Her expression is crystal clear, AJ’s face is pained with surfacing anticipation. “I have a soft blanket in the trunk,” you say back. “Let’s take that into the grass. But first...”

You trail off, slowly kissing Applejack’s lovely mouth. The soft and moist lips taste of sweet spiced apples. You can feel AJ’s hot breath in your mouth every time you kiss her again, it is almost too much not to just grab her ass and pull her close to you. Applejack exhales hotly through her nose and falls into your arms. You find her tongue tracing the inside of your lips and force yourself to just tease it with yours. Your hands and groin ache to touch Applejack’s naked body. You push on AJ’s shoulder gently, breaking the kiss.

“Tristan, oh god.” Applejack pauses to breathe hard. “Touch me, just touch me everywhere.” She moves forward, pressing her big, soft breasts into your chest to kiss and suck on your neck. Her magnificent front compresses into your hard chest, the fine fabric of her thin shirt feels soft. Heat easily flows from her tits to your bare, sweaty chest.

She bites down gently, and your hands move to her lower back. One slides to her round, barely covered ass. Your fingers slip under her pants to feel her tight skin over the toned muscles. It’s hot and damp with perspiration. You squeeze, gently at first, but then quite hard. Applejack gasps with pleasure, her mouth wide and panting over the bite marks.

Applejack looks over her shoulder, watching your fingers grope her slick skin. She fishes your hand out and raises herself up to eye level. She guides it to her waist, looking at you with her permissive eyes. Without a single word, you know she wants, needs more.

Your other hand slowly slides up underneath her shirt, gliding along her flat stomach. You reach one breast, cradled in a modestly sturdy bra cup. You give it a healthy squeeze, forcing a loud moan from the bottom of AJ’s lungs. She’s more horny than you could have anticipated.

You quickly pull Applejack’s shirt over her head, exposing her tender, smooth skin.You ignore her hat as it tumbles into the driver seat.

She’s breathing heavily, leaning her legs and hips against you. Her upper thigh presses on your stiffness fairly hard. The bra she’s wearing looks to be bearing a heavy load. You lick your lips and move your fingers up her back.

Blindly, you fumble with the magic lock. AJ rests her head on your shoulder, panting softly. Her sweaty scent clouds your mind and hardens your manhood. Your slick fingers slide over the clasp repeatedly. You curse and brutishly use more force. Applejack pushes away and grins up at you.

“Maybe we oughta move now?” she suggests. “I promise, it’ll be fun.”

You silently nod assent. You reach inside the driver side door and open the trunk. Applejack bends down just as you stand up, taking her sweet, sweet time to retrieve her hat from the seat. Her round butt is sticking straight up at you, and you feel compelled to touch again.

You forsake judgement and give her quasi exposed cheek a hard pinch. Instead of yelping and jolting upright to rebuttal with a hard slap, AJ groans and supports herself on the steering wheel.

“Ah, save it, asshole.” Applejack’s response was much more playful. The risk had been well worth it. You decide not to push your luck.

In the trunk rests a thick, large blanket and various car accessories like jumper cables, a jack, some leftover coolant and other engine fluids, three spark plugs, a few decks of cards and your last stash of water bottles. You figure you can refill at the farmhouse, so you pull the last full one out.

You slam the trunk closed and heave the hot blanket over your shoulder. Applejack is idly watching the horizon while playing with a shoot of grass as you walk to the edge of the road.

“After you, AJ.”

Applejack, shirts in hand, climbs over the barbed wire and disappears behind a wall of tall, waving yellow vegetation. Applejack leads you by hand only a dozen steps into the thick grass. Somehow, it’s even hotter in the dry country jungle.

“Here’s good enough, just flatten out this damn grass and let’s lay down already.” AJ commands, her voice irritated and anxious. She rests her hand on the front of her shorts, fidgeting with the button. You both take long swigs and kiss briefly, wetting your dry throats.

You hold up your blanket high and push forward, moving the high grass behind it. It’s at least seven feet tall here. You manage to create your own plot of flat land to lay down on. Applejack happily helps you flatten everything by rolling around on the soft, hot blanket. She ends up underneath you, smiling up at your face.

You quickly peck her lips once. Then twice. The third time, she holds your head down and presses her lips firmly to yours. You waste little time slipping your tongue into her sweet mouth. Her tongue dances with yours, her hips also move and dig into your waist.

You roll over onto your back, enjoying the full weight of Applejack on your body. Her big breasts nearly spill out on their own. You try again at the clasp. Finally, you comprehend the contraption and her brazier slips off easily. Her great, round tits bounce as you lay back on the soft black blanket. Applejack giggles throatily as she watches you reach up to hold them. The full globes are really warm to the touch, they yield to your fingers, flowing around them as you squeeze. You take the left nipple between your pointer and thumb and pinch, hard. AJ shrieks briefly, stifling her pained pleasure.

The cloth wicks away some of your sweat, but not much of the odor. Applejack is so engrossed that she probably doesn't mind. She puts her palms down on either side of you for support and smiles, prompting you to continue. You take your right hand and pull Applejack’s ass up so that she’s sitting just above your waist. Your rigid cock is so close to her holy hole, you have to physically shake away images of injecting it into her slit. Her tits now hang down on your face, so you take the tortured nip into your mouth. You lick it once, then suck lightly. Applejack’s hot moans entice you to suck a little harder, you can manage to flick the tip of her erect nipple with the tip of your tongue. You trace a pattern quickly around it, vaguely similar to the alphabet, and AJ can’t hold back jittery laughter.

“Ah, ah! Th-hahat tihickles!” Applejack falls a little bit onto your face, her chest convulsing with hysteria. You let her breast out of your mouth with an audible “smack”.

You lightly fondle her tits and catch your breath. “Whatcha think?” you ask her suavely. “How far are you rearin’ to go?” You punctuate your question with an interrogative finger directly between her legs. Her femness radiates just enough heat through her jeans so that you can feel it with light pressure.

“I,” Applejack attempts to respond, but her tight jeans pressing against her hot slit seem to delay her. “Ah, jesus, I don’t know. I haven’t even seen how big ya are.” Applejack sits up and presses her groin into your lower torso with the weight of her strong, slender figure. “I haven’t ever had a man, uh...” she trails off, looking away. ”I’ve never had anything other than my fingers inside me.”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing. Applejack, the strong, seductive, slender, sexy, super hot thing grinding on top of you, has never fucked before. Your dick is painfully hard, throbbing in your jeans, like an excited greyhound in the gate. “You’ve never had sex?” you ask her. “Haven’t you ever had a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, or something?”

Applejack rolls onto her side, looking deflated and gazing into the sky. You immediately regret your abrasive tone.

“Ah had a crush back in high school, but...” She trails off again. “He left, right when things were gettin’ nice. I really missed him, for the longest time, too.” She laughs, dejectedly. “It’s kinda silly.” She rolls over, still gloriously topless, and looks at you.”He’s in the Wonderbolts, now. He never remembered my address, so he’s never written.” Applejack sits up, an angry expression on her face.

“He had my home phone on his cell, but he’s never called. I mean, just who can’ remember ten num-”

You shut her up with a finger to her lips. “AJ, he’s probably some big-shot, now. You’re wonderful, and I’m here.” You pull her close enough so that you can feel her hot breath on your lips.

“You’re right,” she whispers. “It was just a crush, anyway.”

You back off a little, staring down at her chest. Her full tits, those two perky nipples sticking out draw your attention away from winning her over. You grab one fully in your palm and lightly massage it. Applejack leans back on her straight arms and sticks her chest up.

You trace her slim belly down to her short denim shorts. The button would be so easy to undo, you think to yourself. I could just reach down, undo it, the pants are so tight, i bet it would come undone if I just did it myself.

Your free hand begins to move towards her zipper on its own. You quickly catch yourself and look up at Applejack’s face. Her eyes are closed, her mouth hangs open slightly, breathing deeply. Her chest heaves as you fondle her breast lightly. They must be sensitive. You store that nugget of information away for future reference.

He’s just a crush... That was what AJ had said last. Now was the time to tell her. Now was the time to seal her for yourself. “AJ?” your voice catches a tiny bit, but you let it stay in the immediate past.

She opens one eye and pants. “Y-yeah?”

“What’re you doing tonight? I mean, after the sun goes down and the south orchard’s all finished.” You stop groping and move behind her. You could easily slide two fingers down and pleasure her, that thought stays in your mind vividly.

“Ah, uh,” she says and wiggles around in your arms. “Well, this is a secret, but, my friend Pinkie Pie’s fixin up a party in the barn. Me, Big Mac, Pinkie, some of her friends and I were plannin’ on sellin’ the last barrels of apple pie moonshine there. You’re invited, of course, but don’t let on to Applebloom or Granny. If she found out her twenty-year-old daughter were gettin’ drunk on the farm, I don’t think she’d spank me, but I’m sure she’d give me chores to do until I’m older than her.”

The image of Applejack getting a vigorous spanking lingers in your mind. “Sounds great,” you reply softly in her ear. “I can’t wait for tonight.”

“Yer gonna hafta help with the harvest, ya know,” AJ retorts as your hands slide up to her big, round breasts again.

Fuck. You reluctantly accept that reality as you caress her from behind. “Gladly, Applejack. Do I have to pay for my share of moonshine, or can I just pay you in, touch?” Your right index finger glides straight down to her navel, following the slight dip in the center of her abdomen. You stop, circle around her belly button, squeezing her entire left breast at the same time. Applejack breathes deep and hard, moaning softly. Her smooth, sexy voice excites you even more. You slide your finger down to just above her pants. You can feel the smooth skin of her belly is hot, yet a miniscule bit rougher, she must have recently shaved.

You smile, lick your lips, grab her breast hungrily, lifting and moving it around, and slip your finger under her pants. You feel her soft panties rise over your fingernail, you’re so close to her hot slit. There's no hair down there, not even bumps.

Applejack hotly, yet softly moans out your name. You kiss her neck and take the plunge. You bury your fingers deep into her pants. Your middle and pointer fingers encounter her soft, fleshy bump, you infer it’s her clit from the way she flexes her legs and abs. Applejack relaxes and undoes the button of her pants, then quickly drops her zipper.

“Help me with my shorts, Tristan,” AJ asks you, barely loud enough to be heard. She lifts her legs, her nicely shaped thighs stick up in the air like a practiced playboy model. You pick her up off of the blanket briefly to get her shorts up on her legs. Once they are to the knee, you circle around and swiftly pull them all the way off. You examine them, there is a large wet spot just below the zipper. You look back to AJ’s flushed face; she’s now in nothing but her small red panties. You admire her strong and submissive form. She’s watching you with her big, curious green eyes.

You grin back and lick the wet crotch of her jean shorts. The strong, organic flavor is mildly revolting, but you don’t care. In the heat of the moment, not to mention the day, the wet cotton tastes like the sweetest apples. You can’t wait to dive under her panties and get a taste from the orchard.

Applejack giggles as you toss aside her pants and move your face between her legs. Her thighs are slick with sweat and other juices, so you tease her by lapping those up. Your dry throat now runs with saliva. Applejack moans excitedly as your tongue presses against her slit through her thin, soaked satin. You reach up and hastily pull them off, taking a long whiff and another lick for your own sake. Her scent is so strong, it’s driving you bat-shit insane with lust.

Gently, you move back in and kiss the smooth skin just above her virgin vagina. Her soft petals glisten with sticky wetness, beckoning for you to try and enter. You can’t hesitate anymore, you kiss the top of her cunt and continue down her slit. Applejack’s heated moans fall away as she tosses her head back. You touch a finger to her lips and gently slide them apart, feeling for her clitoris. The hard nub is easy enough to find, so you slip your finger down her wet slit. With your tongue, you lick and tease her clit as you prod her tight entrance with your fingertip.

Your groin is aching for a chance to enter, it’s been months since you’ve had a poke. Traveling hasn’t granted regular opportunities to masturbate, either. It’s been nearly a week since you’ve rubbed one out. You quickly adjust your dick with your free hand and concentrate on pleasing AJ. You bend your wrist and spread Applejack’s soft pussy lips with two fingers, then lick her hot slit from the hole to the clit, using plenty of pressure. As planned, Applejack cries out briefly with extreme pleasure. Her pussy secretes just a little more fluid. You massage up and down with two fingers, then spread her lips again. Your tongue travels heavily up and down three times. Applejack is panting now, it’s obvious she really wants more than to feel every wet, glorious bump of your tongue.

“Ready, AJ?” You peer up, then a bit higher to see over her heaving chest. She nods assent, her big green eyes are even cuter when her face is crimson.

You return to her wet petals, gently parting them with two fingers again. You tickle her entrance with the tip of your tongue and slowly push it inside. Her cunt is so tight, it squeezes hard around your tongue. You force it to go in, as deep as you can. Her fresh fluids hang onto your taste buds and her scent shoots straight up your nose to your brain. Your vision fades slowly to white, you just go crazy inside her, licking and tasting her insides with your tired tongue.

Applejack’s cry breaks your fury. Her hips are flexing, and she looks close to climax. You open your eyes to see that the black blanket has a little wet puddle on it, and AJ’s cunt is contracting sporadically in pre-orgasm.

Your jaw is completely exhausted, but you don’t care. You open wide and suck her pussy lips inside your mouth, her pussy squirts a little bit of orgasmic fluids into your mouth.

“GAH! Tristan, I’m, I’M COMING!! Ah, OH GOD!” You penetrate firmly with two fingers, turn your wrist so your palm is pointing up and massage with your fingertips vigorously. Her g-spot is difficult to find, especially through the haze you’re still climbing out of. Soon enough, however, you find it.

Applejack cries out in pleasure again, but her clitoral orgasm has plateaued just before the peak. Her cunt is hot and extremely wet, exuding copious amounts of juices. Wetness flows down your forearm. You press up and rub her g-spot faster and harder. The little bulge is growing inside of her. Your fingers are beginning to fatigue, but AJ’s nearing her limit. You’re sure a quick pinch on her clitoris will send her sailing into orgasmic release, but you want to make her very core cum. Hard.

“What, ah, whatever you’re do-doing, do-don’t st-stop! DON’T ST-STOP! Ah, oh god that’s good. I’m, ah, I’M GONNA CUM, ah FUCK!” Applejack pants, shivering in the hot heat. “Fuck, god fucking, GAH! T-TRISTAN, MAKE ME CUM!!”

You resist the urge to just bite her clitoris and be done with it, the noises she’s making are too cute. AJ’s exasperated moans fly all around, fading into the waving grass around you. You thrust your two fingers as deep as they’ll go, draw them back quickly and push them back in. You do this a few more times while AJ hovers just under the threshold. Your fingers stop on her hardening bulge inside her soft, wet cunt. You pinch and play with her orgasmic button until she seems close to bursting.

“OOOAAAAAAAH! FUCK! FFFUUUUUUUCCK!!!” Applejack finally explodes, showering your forearm and thick blanket with feminine ejaculate. Her hips seem to lose control, her thighs flex and open wider than before. AJ’s abs tense up, and her contorted and screaming face would be looking down if her eyes were open. Several successively smaller squirts spurt out, and you cannot resist opening your mouth and catching a mouthful. The liquids taste vile, yet extremely erotic. You spit it into the grass and rub your jowls with your wet hand.

Applejack rubs her red and wet cunt with four fingers in a circular motion and looks up to you, a big, dim smile on her face.

“That was fucking amazing, Tristan,” AJ hoarsely coos to you. “I don’t wanna know where you learned how to do that, just as long as you do it to me again.”

You smile back, just watching her cool herself down. Her pussy looks perfectly fuckable, you just want to whip it out and penetrate Applejack.

Before you have time to act on that thought, AJ gets up and kisses your mouth. Your lips mingle briefly until Applejack makes a soft “mmm” noise and inserts her tongue into your mouth. She briefly explores your mouth, but pulls away shortly.

“Reminds me of Dash,” AJ mutters, wiping her chin. You long to kiss her mouth again, push her down and lay your weight on her and penetrate. You move closer to kiss again, but a faint rumble makes Applejack perk up. You ignore it, and instead kiss her cheek, move down to her neck and grab one breast.

“Shh! Stop, Tristan! Ah, D’ja hear that?”

You nod, breathe heavily onto her shoulder and lick her hot, sweaty skin. “Yeah, I heard it.”

“Stop it already! I think the truck’s comin’!” Her southern drawl is so sexy to you, her words are almost just a soothing, sexy song in your ear. Your primal brain steps aside to let you process the situation, and you sit up as well.

“Fuck! We gotta get dressed.” You kneel in front of AJ and search for her clothes. Her hat, shorts, bra and shirt are all found immediately, so is your shirt.

“Where’s my underwear?!” Applejack asks hysterically.

“They must be in the grass somewhere, just go commando, we don’t have time!”

Applejack slips on her bra and shirt hastily. How her big breasts don’t just tear the shirt to ribbons is beyond you. Her soft shirt is so tight it looks like she was born in it. You remember she had an over shirt, and she quickly finds that as well.

“Fuck me, I don’t have a choice, do I?” Applejack whines as she slips on her shorts. You relish the image of her pristine pussy sliding into the cover of her skin-tight shorts. If they were made of nylon or some elastic material, you are sure they’d show her lips perfectly.

You and AJ hastily fold up the stained blanket and you hoist it on your right shoulder. You step to the road through the tall grass and over the fence just as the tow truck stops behind your vehicle.

* * *

A large bead of sweat falls from your brow and onto the earth inside the barn. Your palms are rough and red from hefting rope-handled baskets all afternoon. After Big Mac confirmed that the distributor cap had indeed been split, you happily agreed to work for the rest of the day for a free meal and bed.

Your job in the harvest was primarily hauling apples. Applejack and Big Mac would shake and pick the fruit from the trees, Applebloom would help with making sure all the good apples were in the right baskets. The close siblinghood brings a very warm feeling to your gut, and AJ’s tight body brings a hot feeling to your groin. The mind-numbing manual labor makes the hours drone on, causing the orange sunset to surprise you with its arrival.

You lean your bare shoulder on the frame of the barn door and just look down over the gently rolling orchards. The south field is completely finished, all but one basket you left for Applejack to finish. You spot her now, sweaty and breathing hard, making her way up the slope toward you. Her arms are flexing, hefting the extra-full bushell.

You wave at AJ from a ways away. “Need any help, Appleja-”

“Nope,” she replies quickly. ”I c’n get it. This here’s the last bushell.” You stand up and feel the breeze cool your sweaty skin. You notice Applejack’s face redden when her eyes meet yours. She averts her eyes and smiles, stealing a few looks at you as she walks up. You feel more secure in your appearance, seeing as AJ’s noticeably interested. Maybe the explosive orgasm earlier has her hooked, you can’t decide.

You follow her into the barn. A stack of barrels serves as a makeshift bar, complete with many stacks of red plastic cups. Tonight’s party is ready to serve hundreds, but AJ said that only a few dozen at most will show. You’re tired, so you hope that’s the case.

“How many barrels do you plan on selling, anyway?” you ask AJ.

She straightens up and scratches her head. “Between four and six, I think. I don’t plan on sellin’ ‘em all, gotta keep a reserve through the winter to sell at a mark-up, and a personal stash.”

She was quite the salesperson. The first batch would go by quick, people would stock up some. Before long, however, people would crave more liquid pie and be back. It would make a great holiday gift, so drunks undoubtedly needed a jar for their loved ones. “Alright, I guess.” You hop up onto a barrel and rest your legs. “Sun’s goin’ down, when’s the party start?”

Applejack laughs playfully and saunters toward you. “Not for a bit. Pinkie’s still gotta show up with the gue-”

“HAY, AJ!” A bouncy and voluptuous woman with crazy pink curls yells from the barn door. “And, uh, AJ’s friend!” She gasps and skips inside. “I haven’t seen you for years! How are ya? Huh? Is it, Trent? No! Tyler? Nah, Tim! It’s Tim, right?”

You remember her from your last time in Ponyville. She’s Pinkie Pie, one of the best partiers. If she’s here, you can’t wait for the party to kick off. “Close, it’s Tristan.”

“AAAHH!” Pinkie Pie looks genuinely disappointed. “I woulda had it if you didn’t give me a hint! Now, what are youuu doing in Ponyville? Or, Sweet Apple Acres, I suppose, hee hee!” She’s exuding jubilation at this point.

“My car broke down this morning, so I’ve been working all day here, hauling in apples. So, Pinkie, where’s the party?”

Pinkie’s excited, gigantic eyes close halfway, showing off a thick layer of eye shadow. “Hmm, I thought the fun was just coming up from ponyville. But now I think a big hunk of fun was waiting for me here.” Her eyes work over your naked torso, bringing a genuine blush and an exaggeratedly seductive smile on her cute face. A figure appears at the door, stopping the interrogative dead on arrival.

“Hiya, Fluttershy! Hey, John, how you two doin’? Ready to party?!” Pinkie Pie litterally jumps at them, holding the couple in her arms from behind. “AJ and Tristan are gonna serve up some real liquor! Aren’tcha?”

“Heh, sure are, Pinkie Pie,” Applejack replies in her modest southern accent. “Y'all are covered, but don’t share. I gotta buy materials for next year’s batch, after all.” AJ moves to your immediate right and leans her elbows back on the barrel next to you. From your vantage point, you can easily see down her buttoned plaid work shirt. Her breasts are bare underneath, but a glance would betray the truth; they’re still perky despite their size.

“Really?” a timid voice says. You look up quickly, cursing yourself for staring in front of company. “That’s so nice of you, Applejack. I mean, I appreciate it and everything, I really do...” The strikingly beautiful girl’s voice fades into nothingness. She shies away into the guy’s arms, John, you remember.

Then it hits you: he’s your best friend from elementary school. His slender body is a far cry from his pudgy appearance in the fifth grade.

You throw your sweaty shirt back on and greet him. John recognizes you after a moment, and you happily share tales of adventures past. From exploring the ditch behind your old house to leaving to Canterlot for college, you share vivid and life-changing stories. Fluttershy leaves after a bit to mingle or something, and she instantly becomes the token of conversation. You find his story of a one night stand turned into a fruitful, sexy relationship hard to believe. Either way, he’s doing well, and you hope your night ends much the same.

Before you know it, the music is pumping and pretty annoying, and you realize that you haven’t had a drink. At some point, a stereo was set up without you noticing. You’ve been so engrossed in conversation, you’re startled by Applejack when she shows up with a small jug in her hand and a sway in her step.

Applejack’s friendly smile has since turned slightly more pleased as more and more people trickle in. Some chairs and various party accessories are set up and occupied around you. A few faces are familiar, yet off. It’s been years since you’ve been in Ponyville.

At least thirty, maybe forty party goers are in the large, loud barn, years older since you've last seen them. You recognize a few, yet no one recognizes you.

“Here, sugarcube, on the house.” Applejack leans on you and hands you a glass jar full of liquid that looks like cider. You carefully take it and have a sip. It tastes just like fresh apple pie, if pie were in the form of cider. A strong, minty and volatile aftertaste stings your throat, this is pretty strong stuff. You hope no one drove here.

“Oooh, that’s strong. How much alcohol is in this AJ?”

Applejack snickers and rests both hands on the back of your shoulders. “Enough. Hay, Tristan. Ya look, you look kinda tired. Wanna take a load off? I know a nice appletree we could sit under.” Applejack has obviously dipped into her own barrel a bit. She’s not too drunk, however.

“Sorry, John, I’d love to hear about how that cartoon’s goin’. Buuuut, I guess I got a jar of moonshine to drink and a tree to sit under.” Applejack giggles and looks over your shoulder at John, who’s smiling widely. “It was great catchin’ up, though. I’ll see ya some other time.”

“Sure,” John says back. “Since you’re staying here in Ponyville, I’m sure I’ll run into you again. Take it easy, drink responsibly.”

“Sure, mom,” you retort, as per the usual way you used to interact. You look forward to rekindling a long dormant friendship, but you look forward to penetrating AJ’s tight pussy even more. Besides, you could catch up tomorrow.

You turn to the left to leave with Applejack, but Pinkie Pie blocks your path, wearing a very sexy tube-top. Her delicious curves are exposed, and her shirt leaves little to the imagination. “Hey, you two.” Her party voice has been replaced by a playfully seductive one. “Heehee, wanna party? Just you, me, Applejack, a quiet hill out in the moonlight, plenty of screaming. Just us!” As she talks, her heavy steps make her tits bounce wildly. “I can keep a secret if you two can.” She’s now directly in front of you both, her hands on your shoulders.

Up close, her waist is much more sexy than you first remember. Hers is not quite as flat and tight as Applejack’s stomach, but still sexily contrasts her wide hips and her large breasts. Pinkie Pie takes the jar from your hand, touching your fingers clumsily, and takes a long draft of your moonshine. A fair amount dribbles down her chin and trickles down her long cleavage line. You look over to Applejack, she’s licking her lips hungrily.

“Ah! Ya know, AJ? That’s GOOD!” Pinkie’s silly speech is slightly sluggish. “Mmm,” Pinkie licks her lips and closes her eyes. Applejack looks to you, catching your eyes. Her face is as red as the barn doors behind Pinkie Pie. “Well? What do you two think?” Pinkie Pie stands with her chest out and hands on the hem of her skirt.

“Uh,” you hesitate. “I, uh, should ask AJ.”

Applejack turns and you make a little huddle so Pinkie can’t hear. “Tristan, I gotta lick up that moonshine on her tits, I just gotta!” Applejack quietly screams to you. “I know girls shouldn’t be into each other and all, but I need to get that shirt off. It’d mean a lot if you came and we all had, uh, a nice time and such.” Applejack’s face is a deep, deep red. “I, uh, I really wanna pick up where we left off today, too.” Applejack’s eyes dart around nervously at that remark.

“Okay, so it’s settled. We both wanna have some sort of threesome with Pinkie?”

Applejack nods and moves a hand from over your shoulder to your belt. “Heheh, yup. I never got to see your prick either, Tristan.”

“OOOH! Oh, how long is it?!” Pinkie’s large right breasts presses into your shoulder as she peers over your arm. “No wait! I wanna be surprised! Oooh, the suspense is killing me.” She put’s a slow infliction into the word killing.

“Uh, I guess you’ll find out, heh, if you wanna.”

Pinkie Pie simply nods, in time with the throbbing music. Her hair flails about with her headbanging, you notice now that the metal playing was actually pretty heavy. You join in, on a whim.

“YEEEAAAH!” Pinkie Pie’s high wail is almost akin to the early Slayer, but she’s far too happy about it.

“Tom Araya would be proud, Pinkie!” The other guests are either jumping and flailing around the speakers or sipping far from them. Where you stand is someplace in between, nearer to the door.

“Who now?”

“Ah, never mind. You know Slayer, righ-”

“We goin’ or what?!” Applejack interjects. “I mean,” Applejack quietly rebukes, walking to Pinkie Pie. The wild pink-haired babe graciously accepts Applejack’s arms around her waist. “I just don’t want you to spill any o’that moonshine on the dirt. You know, wastin’ my special brew and whatnot.” AJ bends her neck to Pinkie’s soft skin above her breast and kisses it. She kisses again, lower and closer to the cleavage line. Applejack licks up between Pinkie’s tits up to her collar bone.

“Mhmm! AJ, that tickles!”

Holy fuck.

“Mmm, mmmm! I c’n taste that bit you spilled earlier. Hay, wanna spill some more on yourself, out in the grove down offa the south orchard?” Applejack isn’t being very shy with her approach. Several onlookers giggle and point. You notice a pair of ladies in sexy dresses hug each other close and whisper themselves. The blonde one giggles and kisses the other with plenty of tongue.

“You better believe it, cowgirl. Let’s bring your friend out there, too. I’m sure he’s a ton of fun on a hot cross bun.” Pinkie Pie and Applejack move as a unit up close to you.

“After you, ladies.” Pinkie giggles and shares a swig with you.

The midnight air is warm and sweet on the late summer wind. A bright moon illuminates the orchards beautifully. The leafy trees dance on the breeze, the only sound is the beating bass in the barn and a soft rustling of grass and branches. Applejack takes you by the hand, and Pinkie follows you by yours. You walk a mile or so to a little bunch of trees on the top of a hill on the edge of the orchard. Applejack leads you through a small path to a calm, quiet clearing. Here, the grass is thick and green, the trees encircling the patch are tall and strong.

“How romantic!” Pinkie Pie skips into the center and stands straight, her feet double the width of her shoulders. “Oh, the moon! It’s so bright tonight. Did you two plan this?”

“Nope,” AJ answers. You shake your head. “It’s my little slice of heaven, I come here any night or day I wanna get away. This is the first time I’ve shown this place to anyone besides me or Rainbo-er, dammit, Rainbow Dash.” Applejack walks to the center of the circle. Her long, strong legs are illuminated as she does so, her tanned skin glows a bright, healthy orange. “I come here when I get lonely, too.”

AJ grabs Pinkie’s waist as she says so, pulling her close. They share a slow, passionate kiss. Your manhood stiffens at Applejack’s moaning. You walk behind them both and put both hands on AJ’s waist, then slide down to her tight ass.

“MmmmAH!” Applejack looks over her shoulder at you, her face red in the moonlight. “I almost dropped the jar, asshole!” Pinkie Pie kisses AJ’s shoulder, moving her own hands to Applejack’s ass.

“Ah, let’s get these off, AJ. I’m so horny right now!” Pinkie Pie hurriedly asks her. “Mmm, you’re so hot, AJ!” Pinkie falls to her knees and quickly undoes Applejack’s pants and slides them down. Pinkie's eye's bug out when she see's AJ's bare lips. You slide Applejack’s over shirt off, then her undershirt. She’s standing naked in the moonlight, you fondling her amazing breasts from behind as Pinkie plays with her pussy.

“J-jeez, you two,” Applejack moans hotly. “Oh, god, oh my god, Pinkie, just, ah, right there! Ah!” You pinch both her nips hard, pulling away from her center. Applejack cries out, her whimpering voice fading as you relent.

“Fuck this,” you say. Your rock-hard cock is pained with it’s confinement. Applejack whines when you stop, but not displeased, thanks to Pinkie Pie. You stand back and take your shirt off, then your jeans.

“Mm-woah! Now THAT’S a dick!” Pinkie giggles and looks at your member from the other side of AJ. “Applejack’s all nice and wet for ya, Tristan. So tasty, too. Mmhmm! One more lick!”

“Ah!” Applejack doubles over with both hands on Pinkie’s pink curls. “Oh my god, Pinkie!”

You stand directly behind Applejack with your penis resting on her back. She jumps up once she feels your tool on her, but a look of understanding anticipation washes over her crimson face.

‘Lemme kneel down first, alright?” Pinkie is now laying on her back, staring up at Applejack’s naked body, herself still clothed. She clamores out and strips herself, looking on as you prepare to penetrate from behind.

You feel between AJ’s thighs, finding her leaking slit. “God, you’re like a waterfall, AJ.” Applejack pants on her hands and knees as you play with her. You slide a finger deep inside her and feel every inch of her hot, wet cunt. You stop and circle her g-spot, kick-starting her orgasmic climb. “So easy to please, too.”

Pinkie Pie appears under your legs, peering up at Applejack’s drenched pussy. “Oh, oh my. That’s hot.” She reaches up and plays with AJ’s lips, you also notice her shoulder undulating. You infer from Pinkie’s grin and ragged breathing that she’s masturbating herself at the same time. “Oh, AJ, I’m so jealous. Tristan’s, ah, Tristain’s hung like a horse. I bet you’ll cum like, three times. Minimum.” Applejack just moans nervously.

“It’s alright, AJ,” you say, trying to sooth her. “I’ll be gentle. At first.” You take your rigid member in your hand and just barely touch the tip to AJ’s pink pussy lips. Applejack whimpers a little, partly from anticipation, partly from nervous energy leaking out. Pinkie grins wide and gently grabs the base of your cock from below. She simultaneously strokes it and guides it into Applejack’s wetness.

“E-easy now, ah, the head’s so wide!” Applejack gasps in response to your girth pushing its way inside. AJ’s tight pussy lips suck your head inside, inch by inch. Slowly but surely, most of your shaft is enveloped inside Applejack’s body.

Pinkie Pie’s moaning is nearly as loud as Applejack’s when you begin to pump back and forth, driving your piston deep and hard inside AJ’s virgin hole. Her wet vagina has yielded to much of your length, squeezing unbelievable tight so far, but you encounter her maidenhead, she’s a real virgin!

“I, I can feel it, AJ! God, you want me to break it? It might hurt.” Applejack collapses onto Pinkie’s lower body, bringing you clumsily with her. The both of you land in a pile, your member still nestled deep inside.

“S-sorry!” Applejack blurts out. You carefully slide out, amazed that you’re unharmed and wondering if AJ and Pinkie are okay. “I just got tired, I’ve been workin’ all day, an’ all.” Applejack stands carefully and helps you up.

“You guys done, yet?” Pinkie Pie just lays on the ground, bored, watching.

“Sheesh, Pinkie! No patience. Here, Tristan, lie down, let me ride that stallion you’re packin’.” Applejack guides you down onto your back, permitting you grab her round ass for help. Applejack stands on her knees, her hot hole directly over your rigid cock.

Pinkie Pie sits up, wearing nothing at all. She’s feeling her heaving breasts and pink pussy lips with her fingers, looking on as Applejack mounts you.

“Just allow me, Tristan.” Applejack slowly descends onto your rock-hard cock. Her soft lips press on your sensitive skin, they’re just as wet and hot as before. The part a bit, allowing an inch, then two, then four inside.

“Uh, guys?” Pinkie Pie says.

“What?” You respond. “You wanna get some, too?”

“Duh!” Pinkie hops over and bends down to kiss your lips. She clumsily sucks your bottom lip and passionately slips her tongue into your mouth. Her sweet saliva lingers on your taste-buds when she hops up and turns around. She suggestively giggles and kneels over your face, facing Applejack, who has impaled this whole time. “Make me purr, baby. Make me explode like you made Applejack!” Pinkie Pie wiggles her glistening petals over your mouth.

You gladly pull her ass down to your mouth, her scent is extremely overwhelming. You lose most of your sense of your surroundings. Pinkie’s pungent pussy and the tight virgin squeezing your dick make everything sort of unreal.

You plunge into Piinkie’s pussy right away, tasting her sex juices and feeling her hips flex and hearing mixed moans from a distance. Applejack picks up the pace, grinding up and down at a swift rhythm. Her cunt is drenched. Time after time, you feel AJ’s hymen, and it hurts some when you impact it. You blindly feel around for her legs, finding her upper thighs, and pressing down. You can just make out a sharp cry as she lowers more weight down.

Applejack accepts your entire length with a little thud, you did it! You deflowered this virgin, a pure and honest, gorgeous blond woman. It was somewhat painful, her landing, but it must have been much more so for her. Pinkie Pie sits up off of your face to help her. There’s not much to help, now. You feel a trickle of sticky, warm blood flow down your inner thigh. She’s not pure anymore, she’s yours.

“Holy shit, Applejack! You alright?” Pinkie has a tone of genuine care in her voice. She’s very worried for AJ’s first time, she wants her to be happy, obviously. “I’ve never came blood before! Well, I got horny on my period once, but that’s another story I don’t think you care so much for. Anyway, how are you?” Her chipper voice turns morose with concern. “Did it hurt? Did it feel good?”

You look down, er, up, really, to see Applejack wincing with pain. She sits up slightly so only your head is inside. “Y-yeah, I’m fine. That was,” AJ wipes her brow and smiles triumphantly. “That was the best thing ever. Oh, god, I need to go deeper.

“YAY!” Pinkie Pie shouts and hugs Applejack close, pressing both pairs of large tits against each other. “AJ’s not a virgin anymore! Hey, Tristan? How did it feel? Huh?”

“Pinkie, shut the hell up and sit on my face.”

“Yes, sir!” Pinkie holds her tush out again, and again you bring her fragrant fuck-hole to your face. You slide your tongue in deep and pump your hips up. Applejack makes a sort of whine and falls into your rhythm. She takes over soon, she has a better position to lead. You hear the sound of lips smacking, a wet cunt getting pounded, and a pair of deep moans.

You idly grope Pinkie’s ass in one hand and push on AJ’s thigh with the other. She puts her hand on yours, then begins riding faster. Her tight twat sucks your manhood deep with every fall and rise. Each time, your head finds a new barrier: her cervix. Your cock fills her up completely.

“Mmah! Ah, oh god, I’m gonna, I’m getting close, Tristan.” Applejack grinds harder and faster on top of you, moving her hips in a really sexy way. Pinkie just giggles and keeps lightly bouncing on top of you.

Applejack keeps going faster, completely in control. You let her ride and focus on Pinkie’s pink. Deep inside, you feel every bit of her pussy with your tongue. You open your jaw wide and take her reddened lips into your mouth. Pinkie Pie laughs uncontrollably when you suck and tick on her slit. “Th-that feels soo good, Tristan. Oh, th-that’s the spot! Oh, yeah!” Pinkie Pie leans back so your tongue can more easily touch her g-spot. “GAH! Oh, god, don’t make me cum just yet, keep me waiting, torture me by not letting me explode! FUCK!”

“Ah, ah, oh, T-Tristan!” Applejack’s hips convulse slightly, she’s only partly in control of herself. “Fuck me! God, just fuck me hard, pound me harder!” AJ leans forward, putting her hands on Pinkie’s thighs. What’s sad is that you’re not sure if you can outlast her. The increased weight on Pinkie pushes her cunt harder into your face, making Pinkie moan audibly. AJ uses her leverage to pull her ass into the air, then drop it down. She picks her ass up again, and slams down, driving your cock deep again, then again.

“I’m so, so close!” Pinkie Pie’s hips shudder, her wet cunt twitches and contracts a bit around your tongue. Your jowls are tired again, but you fight on. “NO! N-NO-OT Y-YET!” You can’t pull your face away, it’s hard to get your face out her slit, let alone breathe. Pinkie Pie’s hips flex, she’s trying as hard as she can just to lift her cunt out of your face, but a trickle flows down onto your forehead.

“Pinkie, just finish already!” It’s all you can do to hold back your own climax. Applejack is sitting upright now, just letting your thrust upward, as deep inside her as possible. You seize the chance to watch her absent face and bouncing tits. AJ’s completely absorbed with pleasure.

Pinkie adjusts and sits up as well. You enter again deliberately. Pinkie’s vagina tastes so sweet, you eagerly lap up her excess juices. “Ah, Tristan, you’re so gooood.” Pinkie Pie has fallen into a hot trance as well. Her lips flex and twitch reflexively as you lick her g-spot. Her scent, her deep moaning, AJ’s tight cunt and bouncing tits and vacant expression are all piling up on top of your own sensations. You feel your rigid cock ready to shoot a shower of thick, pent-up seed at any second.

Pinkie kisses Applejack with blind passion, her hips convulsing uncontrollably. AJ begins to move her hips up and down, going faster and faster. Your groin aches, your cock is sliding quickly in and out of AJ’s tight, wet pussy. She just keeps slamming down, swallowing your entire shaft, only to pull it out to the tip and fall again. The most ultimate sensation washes over your core. You can’t hold back any longer.

You arch your back, exhale into Pinkie Pie’s cunt and thrust your hips up and holding Applejack in place instinctively with your hands. At last, the floodgates open and torrents of thick, hot semen spurt into AJ’s cherry. You feel your entire shaft shoot load after load, two, three, five, seven, you lose count how many ropes of white cum you launch. You relax and fall to the ground and the girls fall heavily on top of you. Applejack catches herself somewhat gracefully, put Pinkie yelps and falls over.

The three of your pant hard, you suddenly are aware of a stinging pain in your jaw and hips. Applejack slumps forward, hugging your chest tiredly. You are eager to let her and just lay still for a moment, rubbing her back and feeling her large breasts press into your hard chest. She gasps, and her eyes go wide. Pinkie Pie is crouching behind her, all you see is her torso and her fingers grabbing AJ’s round ass.

“That was a-freaking-MAZING!” Pinkie Pie giggles and bends over behind AJ, spooning her close. She reaches around and gently grabs Applejack’s breasts. “You know you got cum in you, right? Ya probably wanna get that out.” Pinkie Pie rolls over and lays right next to you, but stares into AJ’s soft green eyes from point-blank range. She whispers: “Can I suck it all out?”

You can’t hold back a laugh. Pinkie snickers, then joins you, at least twice as loud. “No, no no no! I was totally serious, though! AJ, can I cuck Tristan’s cum out? There’s already so much on the ground, I mean, I bet you have plenty in you still.”

AJ sits up, you can still feel your semi-flaccid cock inside, a milky substance flowing around it. “Uh, I guess,” she responds, her first words in a while. “But, uh, why do you wanna taste it? Is it, is it good?”

Pinkie jumps up and sits on her knees, she’s really cute when she’s nude, you think. Applejack still has a much more appealing, earthly and modest radiance about her, making her the more beautiful, simply. “You bet, AJ. It’s kinda salty, kinda gooey, and great when it’s hot and mixed with vag juices. Now get up slowly when I say so, and I’ll make sure you two don’t have to worry about the price of diapers.” Thankfully she leaves it as plain as that.

“Holy fuck! There’s sooo much cum on the grass, oh my god!” Pinkie Pie giggles and starts playing with small handfulls, the thick, off-white goo falls off her fingers in thin strands. “Still steamy!” She catches a strand on her tongue and holds it there. Applejack looks over her shoulder between your legs in horror. You sit up yourself to look.

The sight makes you feel suddenly dehydrated. A pool of thick semen coats the grass under AJ’s ass. You’ve impressed women before with big loads, but this time, you astonish yourself.

“I didn’t think your cock would be such a cum cannon!” Pinkie’s voice is a desperate treble. “AJ, you better hop off.

Carefully, AJ stands on her knees, her dripping slit over Pinkie’s face. Pinkie Pie puts her hair in the cum and shamelessly catches every thick drop from AJ’s pussy. Applejack flexes her core muscles and pushes a large bit more out, nearly filling Pinkie’s mouth with more hot cum and female ejaculate.

Pinkie Pie clamps her lips shut and lifts her head before it’s all done, getting cum on her eyelids. All she can do is hum, so she hums away hysterically. Pinkie leans back on her hands and gulps loudly. “Slimey, yet satisfying. Thanks for that, Tristan.”

“Eh,” her enthusiasm for DNA puts you off a bit, even if it is kinky as fuck. “Glad you like, uh, me.”

“Yeah, you must have been holding that back for weeks, or months!” Pinkie Pie burps and falls back, her hair sticks to her shoulders and the grass.

Applejack laughs tiredly. “I c’n get the rest, Pinke. Jesus, you came a ton, Tristan.” Applejack stands up all the way and inserts two fingers inside her milky pussy. She pulls out glob after glob of thick cum. Once it seems as if she’s as clean as she can get, AJ timidly takes a lick. Her face turns to a grimace, then a shy grin. “Must be an acquired taste, I gue-”

“What are you getting at?!” Pinkie Pie sits up and inquires furiously. Her facade fades quickly, and she grins, then bursts out laughing. “Ha ha, I suppose, AJ. Well? You gonna acquire a taste for thick, sticky, hot cum?” Pinkie licks her lips and puts on a pouty frown, strands of jizz bridge both of her upper cheeks and eyelashes. “Come on, AJ, take another taste. Really savor it.”

You can’t believe your ears or your eyes. Applejack gets down and licks your cock clean, twirling the sticky sperm on her tongue. She holds it in her mouth and moves it around. “Mm, eh’s sorda saldy, and id feels, really weird.” Pinkie Pie giggles when AJ swallows. “That’s not, well, so bad. Kinda gross, but not horrible.” Pinkie sits up next to her and kisses her, firmly pressing their lips together. They make out for a short while, moaning and lightly groping each other.

At last, AJ breaks it and stands up. “I’m gonna go rinse off in the stream, you two wanna come?”

“I gotta take a piss, then I’ll join you girls.”

Pinkie Pie hops up, too. “Sure, AJ. We’re both pretty filthy.”

Applejack puts her hat back on and leads Pinkie Pie down a little path, so you take the chance to piss on the edge of the grove. Your sack aches with fatigue, but you massage it and the pain fades. You leave your clothes behind, but grab the jar of moonshine and head down the same path.

The dirt trail winds downhill, the roots and rocks dig into your heels. You come across a beautiful scene: Applejack is washing your seed from Pinkie Pie’s hair and body with small handfuls of cold water in the moonlight. They stand, ankle deep in a quiet moonlit glade, with a small waterfall and green vegetation. Pinkie’s round nipples pucker as the water flows over them. She breathes deeply and massages her large, perky breasts.

You dip a toe into the water, it’s cold, but not frigid. It’s so clear, the moon illuminates even the stones on the bottom of the pool. You carefully step into the water.

“Oh, AJ, it’s so cold!”

“Relax, Pinkie. Quite fidgeting, or I can’t get the jizz out of your hair.” Applejack and Pinkie Pie haven’t spotted you yet, even though you stand naked in front of Pinkie Pie. Applejack bends over, facing away from you, inadvertently showing off her fucked slit. The pristine light-pink lips are a dull grey in the moonlight, but they look less perfect than before. You wade in deeper, the water rises just to your leg hair.

“Why don’t I just do this?” Pinkie gets on her hands and knees and rolls over, dipping her hair in the water. AJ gets down on top of her, intimately helping her wash the bountiful curls of pink hair. Once her hair is completely soaked, Applejack kisses her deeply. You feel your penis stiffen slightly at the sight of the two of them, sharing spit and lightly humping in the shallow water. The waterfall masks your steps towards the women.

Applejack notices you first, but she isn’t startled at all. She sits up and beckons you wordlessly. You get on your knees behind her and wet your fingers. You gently rub her soft, large breast, circling outwards from her nipple and hold the half-full jar to her lips. She carefully takes a long draft as you kiss her neck, listening to her swallow. Applejack takes the jar away from her face and out of your hand, giving it to Pinkie Pie. Thankfully, she remains silent and takes a drink.

AJ brings your face to hers, her breath smells strongly of apple pie and alcohol. You relish it and kiss her mouth, tasting her tongue and greedily touching her body. She moans into your mouth and falls into your embrace.

Somehow, you manage to stumble onto the soft earth on the edge of the glade, making out with intimate, slow passion. Your muscles ache from a long day’s work. Applejack’s wet skin slides and caresses your own. She moans in response to your exploring fingers, and she soon has to break away to pant hard.

“Tristan,” she whispers. ”Take me slow, I want to feel you all night.”

You stare up into her big, green, beautiful eyes, the moon full behind her hair. You smile happily, stroking Applejack’s strong, slender back. “Anything for you, Applejack.”

Your lips slowly come closer and closer, until at last you press together in a long, meaningful kiss. Somewhere, Pinkie Pie is wiping a tear away, still stark naked and holding a glass jar with a little bit of liquid inside.