Applejack tipped her hat at her last customer of the day. “Thank y'all for comin'. Enjoy yer apples!” After the customer left, she hooked herself to the cart and headed back to the farm.

On the way, she heard some rattling come from the cart. She stopped and looked inside. She did not see anything until a lone apple rolled into her view. “Oh, it's just you.” She giggled and continued to the farm.

She still heard the rolling of the apple in the cart over her humming a tune and for a moment, she thought about what it would be like to stuff the red delicious in her marehood. It wouldn't be the first time she thought about it, being stretched so wide by the fruits of her labor had recently become a turn-on for her. She never worked up the courage to do so, as it was a round object, and to be stretched that wide so quickly was something she would have to be careful about.

She neared the barn and she stopped in front of the door and when she did, she sniffed the air, there was the usual aroma of apple, but it was combined with her own Apple juice. “Oh, apples...”

She opened the barn door and wheeled the cart inside. After parking the cart, she grabbed the remaining apple in her mouth by the stem and placed it on a haystack and pointed a hoof at it. “Ah'll be back. Don't ya move, now.”

Applejack took one last look around the barn door before closing it. She turned and trotted to the apple, laid next to it and licked her lips while stroking a hoof on it. She was hungry, but not for food. “You'll be mah first.”

Some ponies might say she had an unhealthy fixation toward apples. Even going as far as naming an apple tree made some ponies, even her own friends, cringe. She didn't care though, nopony understood apples the way she and her family did. Probably the only pony who would understand her appreciation for apples was Pinkie Pie's sister Maud and her understanding of rocks.

She picked up the apple with her hooves and began to drag her tongue over it, from the bottom to the top, savoring the delicate texture of the apple's skin. Part of her wanted to bite into it and take in its sweet juices, but then she'd ruin her toy. She instead gave the apple little pecks here and there.

She stroked the apple and blushed. “You'll be gentle, won't ya?” After a moment of no response from the apple, she chuckled. “Ah know you'll be gentle.”

She continued licking the red delicious, getting nice and slick before even thinking about rubbing it against her. She balanced the apple on one hoof and kept licking while the other roamed to her nethers. Loud squelching sounds emanated from her as she pressed her hoof against her wet marehood. She was more than ready to take in that delicious fruit.

She brought her hoof up and licked it. She moaned as the taste of her Apple juice danced on her tongue, then she gave the apple a sultry grin. “It's yer turn, sugarcube.”

She moved the apple down to her snatch and began rubbing herself with it. “That's it, pardner. Let's get y'all nice and wet so ya can just slide right in there.”

She pulled her stetson off of her head and bit down on the brim as she started prodding herself with the fruit to stifle her whimpers and moans, but that didn't last. “Oh Celestia, that's a big'un!”

She continued prodding until she was able to get the bottom part of the apple in. “Y-you are definitely bigger'n Mac.”

She began thrusting and pulling the apple in a slow pace. He mouth hung open and her tongue lolled out, panting and gasping. With each pull, her Apple juice flowed out, each push threatened to allow the edible sex toy to slide in without a way out.

She pushed and she pulled rhythmically as pressure in her loins built until the apple slid out of her hooves, burying itself into her. As it did, she felt an incredible sensation run through her body and she threw her head back and screamed in ecstasy.

She quickly came to her senses when she realized her fear came to reality. She tried pushing down on her belly to force it out, but that didn't work. “Ah, come on!” She flipped from her back and took a more traditional position, but the stimulation forced her to move her hips back and forth. “Oh buck...”

She continued her motions, the apple inside her was bringing her back to the edge. She rested her face on the hay and pounded her hoof down as she kept bucking an invisible stallion. A few more thrusts later, she threw her head up in more orgasmic bliss.

She was still cumming and with the apple lodged in her snatch, twisting and turning in all directions, she felt a lot of pressure build up inside. Uncomfortable pressure that could only be released with the removal of said apple. It, however, was not budging and she had a hard time getting a hold of it. She tried pulling from the stem with her hooves, but that broke right off, so she decided to try pushing it out of her as if she were giving birth to a foal. Closing her eyes tight and started pushing the fruit out of her.

Eventually that method worked, and resulted with the apple shooting out of her like a cannonball toward the barn door. “Oh, apples!” Her accumulated juices burst forth along with it, but didn't reach as far. Incidentally, said barn door was opening up, the apple splattered against it, followed by a frightened Big Macintosh peering in.

She was too relieved as the rest of her juices poured out of her to notice her brother peeking in until she heard him clear his throat. She jumped up and her face went flush. She let out a nervous chuckle. “Y'all okay, Mac?”

He nodded. “Eeyup.”

With the last of her Apple juice dripping on the barn floor, she picked herself up and put her trademark stetson back on her head. “Won't happen again. Ah promise.”

The stallion simply shook his head, turned around and trotted away.

She trotted to the door and felt her hoof step in something. She looked down and saw the remains of the apple. She quietly chuckled. “Ah'm gonna have to do that again sometime, but Ah gotta remember ta be more careful.”

Author's Note

That was fun to write.