Apple Brand Steel

I sat in bed, finishing up an old sketch and starting to plan out my attempts to draw Applejack back to me. I had drawn out a few plans involving my friends, one involving Big Mac, and one involving assault. I quickly ruled the third out and went back to sketching.

Fritter peeked into the bedroom, "Dave...what ya' doin'?" She slowly trotted over, jumping onto the bed and settling in next to me, "Also...why's Carrot downstairs?"

I closed up my new journal for a minute, "She's moving in. Why?"

Fritter scratched her head, "But...she lives like...a couple meters away."

"Uh huh-- Oh- no, she's gonna be sleeping here, but she's still got her house." I popped my book back open and went back to drawing, "...I just...I can't...get...."

Fritter peeked her head against my cheek, looking into my book, "...You serious?"

I bumped her away and went back to drawing, "Don't judge me."

Fritter just nickered at me, "She said she moved on partner...and, what the buck Dave!? Why'm I not in--"

I flipped through the pages of my journal, "You are." I held a picture of her I had drawn. A beautiful laughing portrait, her hat tilted up, eyes closed, open mouthed smile absolutely lovely. I flipped the page, revealing a picture I had drawn while she was sleeping. A peaceful mare splayed against my couch, hooves lingering in the air as her back right leg stuck out bolt stiff. Fritter just stared, her expression completely dumbstruck.

"I uh...I'm on top...." She pushed me down into the bed, "Now...."

I looked up at her, "Can I finish this first?" I pointed to my book with my pencil, "...Your eyes scare me...."

Fritter let out a steamy huff and pushed off, "...I'm gonna go get ready." She hurried over to my dresser, raiding the drawer I had given her and pulling a few things out, "...I wanna look pretty...."

"I wasn't gonna say--"

"An' I wan't ya' ta' draw me...again...all...cute like." She hurried off into my bathroom, leaving me to finish up my sketch. I hurried, finishing up the pencil sketch of Applejack and tucking my book away. I rubbed my arms as I waited nervously, "...I think I overdid the freckles...." I turned to the window, "...Is there such a think as too many?"

My thoughts were cut short as Fritter walked in, her long green mane tied into two separate ponytails. Her usual red ribbons replaced by frilly white bows. Her yellow coat semi-covered by a quartet of lace topped white socks. "...I uh...hat...." She put her hat on a bedpost as she walked over and jumped up. "I uh...." She looked away, "Do it...."

I smiled and sat upright, "You look very beautiful." I found my book and popped it open to a blank page. "What kind of--"

Fritter rolled onto her side, revealing her underside to me. She curled her bedside forehoof inward against her chest and spread her other legs. She pulled her tail around to her face, covering her mouth with her tail. "...Don't...not draw...." She adjusted her backside, her hips wide as she lifted her legs.

I caught what she meant as her underside glowed a soft pink. I scrunched up my lips and went to work drawing. Tips of he back legs, hips, underbelly all the way up to her head. "So, Fritter...are you...." I looked back to her, finishing up her frame, "I think you can--" She looked at the sketch, pushing it out of my hands and straddling my waist, "Alright then...."

She let her back legs rest against my sides as she started grinding back and forth, her moist sex starting to soak my shorts, "Dave."

"Yep." I moved my hands down, pulling my shorts down and letting myself press against my stomach, Fritter sliding forward and pinning my rod between my belly and her sex. Fritter looked back, forelegs planted on my chest. She didn't say a word, her voice growing more and more breathy as she slid herself up and down my twitching cock. "Je-sus...." I grabbed her forelegs, lifting them up until she was parallel with my own body.

Fritter closed her eyes, thrusting her hips and trying to flick her clit against my tip. She let her head fall, dangling between her forelegs as I held her upright. Her breathing grew heavy, her body trembling as she slid herself up my rod, stopping at the tip and leaning forward. She started mumbling, her clit winking against my tip as a creamy liquid plashed against my shaft. "Aaaah...." She let out a short feminine squeak as she went slightly limp. "Dang...damn...." She pressed her forelegs against my palms, shaking hard as she resumed her thrusts.

I rubbed the insides of her hooves with my thumbs, feeling her thrust off my sopping wet cock. She pushed back, my cock pulled back like a gun hammer by her rear. My heart went weak as I felt my tip press against her white hot hole. She bounced slightly, threatening to impaled herself as she went, "Dave...I'm gonna do it."

I swallowed hard, preparing myself to plunge deep into her body, "You gonna-- Fuu-uck." I threw my head back, my cock parting her fleshy wet lips and sliding deep into her wonderfully soft body. I closed my eyes, grabbed her hooves hard and threw my hips up, squeezing myself deep inside her.

She let out a short huff as my head forced itself into the farthest point I could reach without forcing too hard. My cockhead was wedged deep inside her muscular pussy, a warm feeling flooding my body as Fritter pressed her flank against my hips, forcing me to jab her muscles. I nearly passed out as she clenched her muscles, giving my entire rod a hard wet squeeze. "Gonna- cum again--"

Fritter locked up, body squeezing me tight as her legs bracketing my ribs as she let out a glottal moan. "Buck me...." She tried to force her forelegs down, "I gotta lay down...I gotta--" I cut her off, holding her hooves in place and keeping her upright, "Dave...I'm tired--" I slammed my hips up, pushing her body up. Her breath caught in her throat as I pulled my hips back down, leaving her up in the air before sliding back down and settling against my hips, "Mmmmuah!" She screamed, mouth flopping out of her mouth as she let her head fall limp, still held upright as I refused to let her rest.

"Fritter- you're- beautiful!" I spoke between thrusts, Fritter going limp as I shoved my fat cock deep inside her creamy sex, pushing apart her muscles and coating my cock in her warm fluids. Her eyes unfocused, pupils hanging at the bottom of her eyes as I fucked her silly, her tongue dripping drool as I made her bounced.

I felt myself growing weak, the constant soft wet texture of her sweet pussy and the constant twitches sending a constant organic pleasure through my rod and into my base. I slammed forward, letting her fall against my chest, tongue landing against my collarbone as I grabbed her flank, "Fucking--" I lost my composure, rooting deep inside her, forcing her flank against me and forcing my first spurt against her insides. It was a forced battle, the strong muscles and tight body forcing against my cock backing up my seed into large, pent up bursts.

I kept one hand on her flank, my other hand holding Fritter's head against my chest as I sent a series of thick hot injections deep into her pussy, painting her insides with my thick organic cream. As a wave of warmth rushed from my shoulders to my fingertips I shot a final weak load into her. I took a deep breath. My senses slowly returned, realizing how sweaty Fritter was. I rubbed her flank, sliding my hand under the lacy top of her sock and rubbed her leg.

"Dang...I...dang...." Fritter pulled her tongue back and laid flat against me, her back half stiff front facing and straddling my waist, "...that was...good...."

I let out a content sigh as I lifted her flank off. "Turn around."

Fritter smiled and started laughing nervously, "Ah' can't...."

I took a deep breath and spun her around, face first with an amazing Apple pie, leaking my thick white cream out of her pleased pussy and over her clit. I spread her lips, leaking out yet more of my cum. "Dave...Dave...stop--" I ignored her, pressing my thumb against her clit and giving it a quick tweek.

Fritter's voice started as a low huff, picking up speed insanely quick despite my minor stimulation. By the time her voice was at its peak, her sex convulsed, her flank going completely limp as the slimy pink organ released its tension, letting a flow of cum from her body and onto my chest. She was sweaty, spent, and most importantly, well serviced.

I laid back in my bed, "So...shower?" I asked, starting to laugh weakly.

Fritter just grumbled, "I can't move...help...." I hugged her hips, picking her up and dragging her towards the bathroom. It was a strange sticky waddle, my wet member swinging heavily as I carried her into the tub. I sat down, setting her across my chest, facing me. I flicked on the water, letting the cold water cool our bodies and slowly melt into a pleasant warmth.

Fritter breathed deep, happily nuzzling my face as her back side sat limply against my knees, "Dave...gotta...get your stuff out."

I popped my eyes open, "...Anatomy is gross." I noted, moving my hands down to her sex and parting her lips. I dug my fingers in, reaching deep against her tight muscles and drawing the last remaining pocket of cum from her and letting it wash down the drain.

Things grew quiet as warm water replaced sweat, washing our bodies modestly clean. Things got quiet as I shut off the tap and let us lay wet in the tub, "So...I uh...this might be kinda weird." I rubbed her head, dragging my nails against her head and scratching, "You think--"

"Applejack?" Fritter asked, looking up at me with her beautiful green eyes, "Yeah...I'll help ya." She laid her chin across my shoulder, "Ya damn hopeless dip...."

Things were wonderful, calm, and utterly serene.

"Um...Dave, Fritter, anypony--" Carrot Top peeked into the bathroom, "Um...wow."

Fritter and I just stared at her, I was the first to break the silence, "Well...you have two options at this point...join the pile...or go to bed." I held my free arm out, "What's it gonna be?"

Carrot scrunched up her muzzle, "Can I join the pile, in bed?"

I let out a defeated groan, "I'm way too tired to deal with this." I plucked Fritter from the tub, throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her back to the bed. I laid her down, spooning with her. "Carrot...."

She jumped up, pressing her flank against the back of my head. "Really!?"

She said nothing, instead pressing her plot against the back of my head and folding her legs, "Yes, really." She settled in, ass making constant contact with my head as Fritter drifted away under my arms.

I felt a strange warmth crawl into my chest. A strange feeling rattled around in my mind until finally bursting out of my mouth, "I love you...both...." I reached back and squeezed Carrots flank, "...Green eyed beauties...." The sweet carrot assed mare, plot pressed against my head, and my witty friend now turned loving mate.

All that was missing was the honest hard working mare that continued to occupy my thoughts. Her brash attitude and honest nature unmatched, even by the two I shared a bed with. Each mare unique, one bold and jovial, another sweet and tender, and the third yet to be won over, a brash honest women with an unwavering affection for her family.

My situation was amazing, all except the missing piece, off with some other man. I laid awake, unable to join my new bed mates as thoughts of Applejack with someone else tore my mind apart and poisoned my heart. I had to find a way. Even if I failed, I had to try.