Welp, I was right. Applejack was not too happy to see me come back so late.

"Tell me, slick, how exactly does it take two hours to get a few measly baskets of apples ta the barn?" Her eyes were hard and her arms and legs crossed as she leaned back against the doors to the barn.

A few? A few!? "There were over four dozens baskets. I know, I checked," I said in a deadpan.

"Hmph," she smirked. "I coulda done it in less than half the time it took you."

"Well, whoop-de-doo for you. I still got it done, didn't I?"

Applejack did not respond immediately. Rather, she arched an eyebrow and scratched her chin. "That you did, slicker. Kinda surprised, though. I thought you'd be running back to mommy and daddy right about now. Who knows, maybe we can make a stallion out of you yet."

My eyes narrowed. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

She uncrossed her limbs and slowly walked towards me. And, I know I was the taller of the two but damn, there was something about this girl that kept me rooted to the spot. She walked in a cool, confident stride. Her gait was... graceful, in a way; no movement wasted. "What I mean, city colt, is that your type don't belong in places like this. Farm life is full of honest and hard labor. You are soft and I'd wager all the apples in Equestria you'd never done an honest day's work before just now."

Wh-what!? How dare she!? I too have done plenty of honest and hard work!

…

Okay, yeah, I haven't. Between dad being an accountant, mom being a pharmacist and me winning the lottery a few months back, we have never been strapped for cash, and being the only child, my parents had spoiled me rotten. But still! How dare this pony just go and make assumptions about me!?

I crossed my arms or, well, I would have if I was not holding that last basket of apples. "Yeah? And what makes you think I haven't done a hard day's work?"

She poked my chest with a finger. "Because all you city folk are all alike. Livin' it up high in your fancy schmancy penthouses and tecklology, lording your good fortune over everypony else."

My eye twitched. Was this mare for real? "Uh-huh, yeah. And this comes from your extensive and in-depth knowledge of 'city folk' and the way they behave?"

"I know what I'm talkin' bout, slicker. I lived in Manehattan for a while when I was a filly, so yeah, this all comes from my 'in-depth knowledge' as you put it," she said lowly.

That's how you wanna play it, bitch? Fine. I got one last ace up my sleeve. "Really? Because from what I recall, it's thanks to my dad – a city folk, as you so aptly put it – that you and your family were not kicked out of this farm and forced to mooch off your relatives or anyone else who would have to take you in," I said triumphantly. Applejack's jaw clenched and her eyes narrowed, but I was not yet done. "And for the record, my dad would normally charge like five thousand bits for all the trouble he went through to save your farm, yet he did it out of the kindness of his own heart. So hah. I just poked a big hole in your 'city folk are all alike' argument. And FYI, it's pronounced technology."

Applejack's reaction was unsettling to say the least. She swallowed and her gaze hardened, giving me such a look that would have sent lesser creatures scurrying for the hills. Her muscles tensed, and I'd be willing to bet that the thought of knocking me on my ass crossed her mind once or twice.

Me, I wanted to slap myself for losing my cool. But really, can you blame me? In less than twenty four hours I'd woken up at a time no human being should be forced to endure, I left my awesome and cozy lifestyle behind to come to this cesspool of a town, I spent the better part of nine hours stuck in a tin can – with coach seats, I may add; I worked my ass to the bone that my whole entire body ached, and to top it all off, I'd practically been molested by a hyperactive pink pony.

…

Okay, maybe I did enjoy that last one. She had been really soft and warm and... curvy. Mmm. B-but still, my point remains! In less than a day my life had gone all kinds of topsy turvy, so you can understand if my patience and my nerves were in a bit of a frazzle at this point.

And Applejack? She stared at me, then she kept staring and stared some more. She moved and I just barely managed to keep myself from flinching. Without saying a word, she slowly made for the barn and opened the door. She circled back and stopped close enough for me to take in all the details of her face.

"You'd best put those apples away, slick. And stop by the house when you're done. Granny wants to see you," she said in a chillingly quiet voice.

And just like that, she left for the house without another word.

*sigh* I'm gonna pay for that, aren't I?

…

Shit.

After leaving the basketful of apples in the barn, I trudged towards the house where I found Applebloom, Big Mac and Granny Smith in the kitchen, snacking on, you guessed it, apple based treats. They invited me to join them and I readily did so, saying my thanks and munching on an apple dumpling.

Hmm. This could be a good opportunity to gather further intel.

"Will Applejack be joining us?" I asked no one in particular.

"Prolly not," said Applebloom's sweet little voice. "She's up on her room being all sulky."

Big Mac nodded solemnly. "Eeyup."

...

"Not sure if it's my imagination but, I don't think she's too happy to have me here," I said quietly.

Granny Smith gave me a comforting pat on the shoulder. "Don't let it get you down, sonny. AJ is a good filly and you're a good colt. Just give her some time, she'll warm up to you, I'm sure."

Better dig deeper.

"Well, do you know why that is? I mean, if I knew then maybe I could... you know, help her mellow out a bit."

It was Applebloom who answered. "I dunno. Maybe it's cause of that other hewman she was with."

Oh?

"Other human?"

"Eeyup."

"Yah. She had this coltfriend a few months back. He was a hewman, just like you, mister."

Ah. Ze plot, it thickens.

"You don't say? I'm guessing Applejack and this guy didn't part on friendly terms?"

Big Mac shook his head. "Nnnope."

"Nah, sis was happy with him when they first became a 'couple'," she said the word with a roll of her eyes. "They were together for a few weeks and then she got reaaaally angry with him an' he left the next day."

"Oh, well... I guess that explains it."

Great. Just great. Applejack had a crappy experience with some human dude and now she's taking it out on me. Whatever did I do to deserve this?

Whatever. I would have tried to squeeze a little more out of Applebloom, but I didn't want to push my luck. Nah, better to retreat and take stock of what I got. I looked at the living room clock and saw that it was nearly time for the sun to go down.

"So, where am I gonna be sleeping?"

The barn. Apparently, I was gonna sleep in the barn. Was I supposed to sleep on the floor? No. Was I given a mattress, at least? No. Big Mac had provided a copious amount of hay which he kinda-sorta formed into a lump and then proceeded to cover said lump with a thick, scratchy looking blanket thing. Ta-da, my new bed.

...

Just last night I drifted off in my deluxe CloudSleeper 9, made with only the finest and fluffiest cumulonimbus clouds. It provided such an awesome sleeping experience that even Celestia herself was rumored to have one in her private chambers. Cost a lot, too.

Have I mentioned just how much I hate my life right now?

Anyway, after Big Mac left, and I got comfortable - and I'm using that term very, extremely loosely - in my new bed, I began to pass the time by constructing my devious and brilliant plan against Applejack.

What do I know for sure? She got into a relationship with a human, he made her mad for some reason or another and now she dislikes me because of him. Heh, girls. Well, I'm not here to change her views on humanity, especially if she's fickle enough to be swayed by a pissy experience like that.

No, she can hate me for all I care, I just want her to get off my back. This is where my talk with Pinkie comes in. She filled me in with various details regarding Applejack. Honest to a fault, workaholic, stubborn, competitive, driven, maybe not as book smart as other girls in her age group; granted, Pinkie did not exactly phrase it like this but she did tell me various anecdotes and stories regarding the apple pony for me to make an educated guess.

An unexpected benefit of Pinkie's unfortunately fortunate tendency to ramble on and drift off-topic was her filling me in on the close circle of friends that she and Applejack shared. Now, one of the things that becomes most apparent to visiting humans is just how much emphasis ponies take stock on concepts like friendship and harmony. Yeah, ponies are relatively peaceful and mellow as a species. The last recorded civil war in Equestria had taken place more than a thousand years ago.

So, friendship and harmony. Ponies are taught to value these virtues at a very young age but Applejack and her friends have taken this one step further and, from what Pinkie had told me, seemed to have an unhealthy devotion to these concepts, believing them to be the answer to any conflicts or problems that arose.

But whatever. I'm not here to judge. No, my attention was more focused on how I can use this to my advantage. Friends. Friends. Yes, Applejack and her pals put great emphasis on their friendship. So, how do I get a surly, humanly disgruntled pony to get off my back? Why, by making friends, of course. No, not making friends with her. I could do that, probably; but given her attitude and stubbornness, this would most likely take a while. No, I wanted to get this over and done with as quick as possible.

However, Applejack seems to be best friends with the other five girls so my thinking is that if I too can get chummy with them, then Applejack herself will too lay off her pissy attitude. I'm not too worried about it. Ponies are, for the most part, open and friendly creatures so when I go to Pinkie Pie's bake date, I can score some major brownie points with her and in turn, she will tell her friends about me, giving me a good lead on them.

The way I see it, those five will come to see me as a good friend and in turn, after Applejack hears of my awesomeness, she too will have to bend over backwards and mellow out; and if she still won't give me a chance, then she will behave anyway, because how will it look to the others when she's being a bitch while I'm just a swell and likable guy who merely wants to get by? She'll be seen as a bully, a royal cunt, an unsightly stain on all that is good and kind! Yes! Yessss! It's glorious! It's perfect! It's flawless! There is no conceivable way it could possibly fail!

Heh, heh, heh. Yeah, you go and have a good night's sleep Applejack, because mark my words, one way or another I will see you become nice to me.

The first week passed in a routinely manner. Big Mac or Applebloom would come and wake me up way before sunrise, and I would(inwardly) piss and moan about wanting to go back to sleep. After that, it was breakfast time at the house where Granny Smith would have - surprise, surprise - an assortment of apple-based foods waiting for us.

As for the work, Applejack and Big Mac would take turns to show me around the farm and the many, never-ending list of chores that had to be done. It sucked. It really did. I worked with my hands day in and day out doing all kinds of sucky farm labor.

There was stuff like repairing stuff that broke down or needed a tune-up. I got a hella bunch of splinters from helping the she-devil tearing down and replacing an old fence and all the various kinds of work gave quite the workout to a bunch of muscles that I didn't even know I had, which in turn made my body protest in agony every time I so much as twitched. Fun.

And that little outburst I had with Applejack? Well, I was right. I did end up paying for it. Her attitude did not turn particularly bitchy or cunty, but she made the point of our relationship pretty obvious to say the least.

The morning after our little spat, she took me and instructed me to clean the cow pens. You know, that place where the fuckers poop and piss and lay down to sleep? Yeah, not too pleasant. Stunk, too. She gave me a pail and a shovel and a pair of ratty old gloves and said, "Go get 'em, cowcolt". The sun was barely even up and there I was, scooping up a vile mixture of hay, dirt, thrash and bodily excretions. I stunk for three days no matter how much soap or water I used and Applebloom refused to come anywhere near near me until the stink subsided.

So yeah, that was fun. Work, work, work. Do these ponies have any lives? Like, at all? Granted, they don't exactly spend the whole day working; just a big chunk of it. Me, I didn't leave the farm for the first week. Now, Granny Smith and Big Mac were not unreasonable. They gave me chores, yes, but they did not work me to death. That was more Applejack's thing.

But yeah, after work was done, I had quite a few hours of R&R to spend as I saw fit. What did I do with that time? Sleep, plot my fiendish plan and laze about as I was just too tired for anything else. After the first week, however, my body had grown used to the backbreaking labor or something, because by the time I was done with all my chores, I still had a good bit of energy to be up and about. Still kinda sore, though.

Anyway, given that I did not immediately plop down in exhaustion, I decided to take a shower and go about for a stroll through the town. There must be something, anything to do even in hick, backwoods Ponyville.

Twenty minutes later of wandering around and I was lost. Goddamn orchard, getting me lost in it's bigness. Yeah, I was standing on the edge of a grassy field and Ponyville nowhere in sight. Probably should have asked for directions, now that I think about it. With a defeated sigh, I was ready to turn back and try my luck at another direction, but something gave me pause.

There was a whooshing sound above, followed by a series of soft, thumping noises; kind of like the ones when you hit a pillow. I looked up and saw a rainbow colored streak zipping through the sky, hitting various clouds with pinpoint precision, disintegrating them into nothingness.

Damn, whoever it was it sped through the air, turning, zig-zagging and doing acrobatic maneuvers that would leave any self respecting gymnast to seethe in rage. In less than ten seconds, the cloudy sky had been rendered cloudless by this mystery figure who, now that the job was done, paused to appreciate her handiwork. A pegasus pony. Light blue coat, rainbow-haired(that's a first), and wearing a pair of workout short shorts that hugged her toned, slender legs in a very interesting manner, as well as a black sports bra and nothing else.

The pony looked around, searching for any stray clouds and, satisfied that there were none left, chuckled victoriously and pumped her arms in vigor. She then made to leave, but almost immediately after she renewed her flight, she caught sight of me by the corner of her eye. As soon as the pony registered my presence, she blinked and did a double take, squinting and moving a hand to block the glare of the sun.

Without warning, she did a complete nosedive, her wings nearly tucked in as she fell at dizzying speeds. For a moment there, I thought she was gonna splatter all over the place and I had just barely taken a step forward, a hand raised and a 'careful, you idiot!' about to escape my lips when she just barely pulled up; I swear, she was less than a foot from turning into mush.

She ascended gracefully and used the momentum to slingshot herself in my direction. She landed in a crouched position right in front of me and rose to her full height, her eyes glinting playfully and flashing me a cocky smirk. "Heya, stud. Like what you see?" She accentuated this by somewhat arching her back, which drew emphasis to her pert chest, and spreading her wings so that her plumage was in full view; a flirtatious gesture for pegasi.

I most certainly did. She was shorter than Applejack and had a lithe athletic build. Jesus Christ! You can practically feel the tightness of her body! Not a trace of fat anywhere in sight. Trim, lean muscle everywhere you looked. She stood with her hands resting just above her waist, which was sticking out to the side in a manner that just drew your eyes to it. Well, you know, unless you're desensitized to this kind of stuff; like, say... me.

I kept a relatively neutral expression and shamelessly looked her body up and down. Hey, she obviously had no qualms about it. "Yes," I nodded.

The smirk stayed in place, though her eyes widened in pleased surprise. She chuckled and relaxed her posture, only for her wings to begin flapping and just barely lifting her form off the ground. She lazily fluttered towards me, her toes skimming the grass and her eyes appraising me as they looked up and down. "Well, well. A stallion who can appreciate awesomeness when he sees it." As she drew closer she rose just a little higher and slowly began circling me. She placed both hand against the back of her head and tilted her posture into a diagonal, almost horizontal position as she circled around me, giving me an absolutely fantastic view. "You got a name, handsome?"

I introduced myself and... oh, screw it. This is gonna get tiresome real quick. I mean, yeah, I'm not gonna give you weirdos my actual name, but if you absolutely must call me something other than 'that guy,' it might as well be... "Anon. And you?"

Her smirk grew wider and her wings stopped flapping, landing her on the grass. Wow, she was kinda smallish. I could probably tuck my chin right above her head as it were. "Name's Rainbow Dash. Fastest flier in Equestria and someday soon, the newest member of the Wonderbolts," she declared boastfully.

Wow. This girl just oozed confidence. Wait, what? Did she say she was Rainbow Dash? The same Rainbow Dash who is best friends with Pinkie and Applejack? Scooore! I planned to begin the sucking up and ass kissing with Pinkie, but this is just as good an opportunity.

"So, what brings a human stallion all the way to little old Ponyville?"

Hmm, better play this by ear. I put on a sullen face. "Ehh, well, I kinda sorta acted out and my parents made me come all the way out here. I dunno. I think they think that being in the countryside will adjust my 'attitude,'" I said, doing that thing with the fingers.

Rainbow nodded sagely and "hmm'd" in agreement. She then blinked as she registered my words. "Wait. So, are you staying in Ponyville all by yourself?" A massive smile was threatening to break out, but she mostly managed to contain it.

"Not exactly. My dad arranged for me to stay at that apple farm over there," I said waving my hand behind me. "He knew the previous owner and his family is okay with me staying over."

Rainbow's smile dipped a little. "Oh, alright. Wait, so, you're staying at Sweet Apple Acres?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

She now eyed me speculatively. "So you know Applejack, then."

I scratched my head and averted my gaze. "Um. Kind of, yeah. I mean, she's not really the... chatty sort, you know?"

Rainbow must have picked up on what I meant by that, because she gave me a sympathetic look. "Meh, don't let it get you down, big guy. Applejack's a good pony, just give her time," a pause followed. "Well, enough about that. What are you doing all the way out here? You didn't by any chance come to spy on me, did ya?" She waggled her eyebrows at me. "Because it's totally understandable if you did. An awesome pony like me does have her share of admirers."

Wow. Ego much? "No, nothing like that," I said, chuckling bashfully. "I was trying to get to the town and look around. But... yeah, got a bit lost."

Rainbow's smile grew wider. "Well, today is your lucky day, because it just so happens I can take you there. What do you say?"

Heh. This is just too easy. I gave Rainbow a smile and cocked my head to the side. "Lead the way."

And she did. She led me out the orchard and into town and all the while, she had been consistently boasting about how fast and awesome a flier she was, that she knew the captain of the Wonderbolts and that she had even faced off against a manticore and a hydra. Yeah, didn't know what to make of that, so I just smiled and fawned over her. You could practically see her head swelling.

Looking back on it, I could tell she was trying to impress me. Why is that, you may ask? Well, because gender roles tend to be kinda sorta reversed in Equestria. You know how on crummy old Earth it's the dude that has to approach the girl and try to get her attention? He has to compliment her, and buy her gifts, and listen to her, and test the boundaries of where he can and can't touch and all that tired old shit?

Well, given that Equestria has such a skewed gender ratio, it's the mares that have to take the lead in this sort of stuff, as the stallions pretty much have their pick on who to choose. The mares tend to be the aggressors while the stallions get all uppity, they tease and generally are the ones who decide if there will be a relationship of some sort. You know, kind of like the girls back home.

It's for this reason that human males are so popular with mares. We both find the other as exotic and sexy and unlike stallions, human males are so much easier to lure into a relationship or into bed, given that both tend to have the same thing on their minds. That, and the fact that there are lots of us to keep them company.

Incidentally, there was a study by some evolution science guys on Earth a few years back. They theorized that the lack of stallions, and the competition that came over them, caused the mares to become more attractive and aesthetically pleasing in order to increase their chances of nabbing one.

She was also rather... touchy. But this was not too unusual. Ponies were much more affectionate and touch friendly than humans, although... her hand did stray very close to uncharted territory. She passed the time by telling jokes and I in turn subtly prodded her for more details on Applejack and her friends.

Anyway, we got to Ponyville and Rainbow gave an impromptu tour of the place. She pointed me to Sugarcube Corner, Carousel Boutique, home of her friend Rarity; and the treebrary where that Twilight girl lived; the perfect living space for a nerd. When that was done, she stopped by a juice stand that was being manned by a stallion. Rainbow got some kind of workout drink and then insisted on buying me something called Stallion's Delight. It was pretty good if a bit... grassy for my tastes. Nevertheless, I thanked her profusely and drank the whole thing.

That's pretty much how we spent the rest of the day. Rainbow mostly bragged and showed off while I stroked her ego. She told me stories of her adventures, some of which were a bit hard to believe. She led me through the town and introduced me to more ponies she was familiar with. The local schoolteacher, an absurdly built pegasus stallion with tiny wings, two more pegaus mares called Flitter and Cloudchaser and a minty green unicorn who literally drooled at the sight of me; Rainbow got me out of that pretty quick.

Oh, yeah, and Rainbow herself also made quite a few flirty advances and me, I just pretended not to notice. Still, kind of hard to do so when you take into account the fact that Rainbow was an impulsive, abrasive, hormone-fuelled teenager and that there was a lack of stallions around.

Hmm, if I didn't know any better, I'd say she was trying to get into my pants. Why is that, you may ask? Well, I don't know. Might be her occasional accidental brushes of her hand - you know, down there - or the fact that, through a series of events I'm starting to suspect were planned out, she managed to bend over to pick up a bit that just happened to be in the ground, and place her tight, rocking ass right against my crotch, doing a none too subtle wiggle of her hips. You know... just saying. That, and the fact she seemed to need support an awful lot, tripping up or laughing hard enough that she just had to hold on and press herself against me for support. Really, it was kinda sad how obvious it was.

Sheesh, this mare is just determined to wear me down. And it was working. It is a known fact that horny mares tend to exude a sort of... pheromone to help stallions get in the mood. Still, it wasn't a 'get nookie for free' card, no. Put it simply, prolonged exposure could indeed help a guy be more receptive to intimate stuff, but it didn't by any means strip away one's self restraint; a fact for which I am eternally grateful.

Keep in mind, I was a human male attending a school filled with hormone-ridden mares and a noticeable lack of guys around. So... yeah. I'll leave it to your imagination. Anyway, after the first two or three... dozen times it happened, I decided to tone it down as I was starting to get a bit of a reputation at school. Ahh, good times.

But yeah, Rainbow was showing the classical signs of a mare that wanted to get some. Looking at Ponyville's gender ratio, the poor girl must be really backed up. Now, under normal circumstances, I'd be happy to indulge her cravings. However, I do have an evil plan to set in motion and me getting frisky with Rainbow could result in unexpected and wholly unnecessary drama. Ugh.

I'll admit, as the afternoon wore on and the sun had just started to dip on the horizon, it was getting increasingly difficult to not give in to my primal urges and fulfil Rainbow's needs. The way she looked at me with those rosy eyes of hers in anticipation, the way she oh-so-casually stretched to give me an eyeful of her lean body, her flirty mannerism and constant, fleeting touches were really starting to drive me over the edge.

Anyway, the sun was nearly down, and I was getting sleepy.

Rainbow looked at me as we were just exiting Bon Bon's Sweetie Drops. "Today was fun, don't you think?"

I nodded. "It was. Thanks for showing me around. It was nice."

A coy smile graced Rainbow's face. "Maybe we can do it again sometime? I can show you a couple of neat spots near here. They're fairly secluded and good for chilling out."

I gave her a lopsided smile. "You know, I think I'd like that."

Rainbow giggled lightly and a small blush tinted her cheeks. "Alright! It's a date, then."

Silly Rainbow. I couldn't help but chuckle at that. "A date it is. But, another time. I should be getting back right about now."

"So soon? The sun is barely down."

I shrugged. "That's farm life. We all have to get up way before sunrise to work and turn in early. Kinda sucks."

Rainbow grimaced and nodded. "Can't imagine living like that. It's just not natural."

I couldn't help but chortle. "I hear that. Well, I should probably get going. Hit the hay and all that, you know?" That and to put some distance from you, you rainbow-haired temptress.

Rainbow's smile faltered and she let out a small, frustrated sigh. "Okay, I'll let you get back to it. Look me up if you wanna hang out again." She waved me goodbye and turned to go.

...

Ugh, and now I feel bad, leaving her hanging. As I looked at her leaving, her fists clenched and her shoulders slightly slumped, I couldn't help but feel guilty at giving her false hope. I mean, it was clearly obvious what she wanted and me not rebuffing her might have been misconstrued as me being receptive to her advances, just doing the whole 'hard to get' thing which I personally despise.

...

...

Oh, what the hell. I'll give her a little something for her troubles.

"Hey, Rainbow!" she turned just as I had caught up with her.

"Huh?"

I took her hand and tugged her along. "Come here. There's... something I wanted to show you."

"Uhh, okay?" she blinked and allowed me to pull her.

I led her through to the edge of town and barely registered her questions. After a bit of looking around I saw a flower shop, already closed and headed to the back, which faced the green plains beyond Ponyville. Nice and private. Good, good. There were a smattering of crates and a flowerpot or two. No windows or doors. Excellent. I then turned to face Rainbow, who was staring at me questioningly.

"Sooo... what did you want to show me? It's kind of out there, here."

I advanced and put my hands around her waist, pulling her to me. "Oh, just this."

And with little warning, I leaned over and pressed my lips to hers. Rainbow gave a little jerk and inhaled sharply. I softly kneaded my lips against hers and, after a second of hesitation, Rainbow threw her arms around me and pressed her body to mine. She kissed me in fervor, letting out a sound between a sigh and a moan as her hands trailed over my back, feverishly touching where she could, and soon enough, I could feel her tongue demanding access to my mouth.

I complied and battled her tongue with mine, each of ours twisting and battling for the privilege of exploring the other's mouth. I broke away from the kiss, letting out a suction-type of sound and bent lower to work her delectable neck. I nipped at a spot just below her jawbone, which elicited a throaty growl from the mare. I kissed and bit lightly at her, using my tongue to probe at other sensitive spots on her slender neck, my reward being an onset of lustful groans and harsh, ragged breathing from Rainbow, who had thrown her head back to allow me access to all of her.

I pulled away and held Rainbow close. Her legs were trembling and it seemed they were ready to give out at a moment's notice. Rainbow herself held tight on to me, her mouth open and her eyes glazed over and half lidded at my ministrations. "W-why-why did you st..." I silenced her by once again pushing my lips to her.

I forgoed my earlier actions; this time I kissed her gently and Rainbow followed my lead. One of my hands snaked along her back, lightly touching the sensitive area of her wings, eliciting a series of cute, whimpering moans from Rainbow and, after a bit of probing, found the joint of her left wing. I used my index finger to lightly knead the area.

This resulted in Rainbow breaking our kiss as a sharp gasp escaped her. She pressed her head to my chest, her hands clutching at my shirt as she revelled in my touch. "Mm... mmmh. Tha- that feels... awesome," she managed to make out through quivering breaths. I pressed with a little more force, causing Rainbow to tense and pull herself against me even more as she tried to suppress a loud groan.

And then, all of a sudden, I pried Rainbow from me and firmly turned her around so that her back was now facing me. The poor girl was so lost in the heat of the moment, she did not exactly register what had happened. Her eyes were unfocused, her knees shaking and her left hand was raised, groggily waving, clenching and unclenching it as if she expected to pry me from thin air.

Deciding to save her any further suffering, I closed in and hugged her from behind, caressing her firm tummy while my mouth pulled and nipped at her ear. A sharp hiss escaped Rainbow's clenched teeth.

"Take it off," I breathed.

"Wh-what?"

I backed away a bit and used two fingers to tug at her sports bra. "This. Take it off."

With trembling hands, Rainbow sought to follow my command. She fumbled in trying to get a good grip of the cloth and when she did, she forcefully pried it from her body, nearly tearing the thing in the process. She carelessly threw it away and stood sock still(or at least, tried to), eagerly anticipating what I would do next.

I led her to a stack of crates and instructed her to lean her arms against it for support. When she did so, I couldn't help but take a moment to admire the view. Yeah, I'd seen plenty of naked mares, but somehow, you just never get tired of that view. With deliberation, I placed my hands on her waist, stroking her belly and feeling every crevice as they slowly but surely wandered higher and higher.

I lowered my mouth and lightly kissed between Rainbow's shoulder blades. I followed this by lightly nipping at the spot and Rainbow let out a throaty groan. I continued this rhythm; my mouth worked the pleasure spots of Rainbow's back while my hands stroked her front and gradually came closer to her chest.

Rainbow's entire body was trembling, aching for that final burst of pleasure which I had yet to deliver. Her legs grinded together as an increasingly large spot formed between them. The onslaught of sensations and expectations for what would come had left Rainbow a mess. Her breathing was harsh, ragged, and uneven; her mouth clenched shut as she tried to suppress the undoubtedly loud moans and cries of ecstasy and her legs were ready to give out.

Nevertheless, I paced myself, knowing that building up the anticipation would give her a much more fulfilling release. My hands had wandered sufficiently enough that they just barely brushed against the bottom of her chest. Rainbow arched her back, proudly displaying her small but firm breasts; eyes shut, unmoving, and biting her lip in anticipation for when I took that one last step.

I lightly trailed my fingers around the bottom of her cups, never fully grabbing one with my hand. I lightly pressed and kneaded their sides, top and bottom, not once straying towards their nipples. Rainbow was nearing the end of her rope. I proceeded in lightly fondling her breasts and, just to gauge her reaction, I allowed one finger to lightly brush past her nipple. Rainbow's shuddering groan was all I needed.

Looking at he back I aimed towards the sweet spot all pegasi possess; that one point between the joint of her wings, and dove in. I kissed, nipped and suckled at the spot in an ardent rush. Meanwhile, I stopped teasing Rainbow's breasts and brought both hands to lightly pinch, pull, and twist at her nipples.

Barely three seconds passed before Rainbow cried out and arched her back even more, her whole body went rigid and her face twisted in the sweet agony of release. Her body convulsed as she rode the wave of her orgasm and, once it passed, her legs gave out and I just barely managed to catch her mid-fall.

I lowered Rainbow to the ground, leaning her against the back of the flower shop and followed suit. For a while, we just stayed there, basking in the moment and with her cuddling against me.

"T-that was... amazing," Rainbow finally blurted out.

I looked at her and smiled, lightly brushing her windblown hair. "Yes it was."

I stayed with her until she was able to get on her feet and go home.

Author's Note

So, I've been thinking about adding clop to this story. Thoughts, anyone?