Dear Red Shoes,

Everypony fears something, whether they like to admit it or not. You kinda have to, I think. My folks always said that fear is a good thing, because without it, ponies get reckless, and reckless ponies get themselves into a heap of trouble eventually. The work that I do, not to mention the many adventures I've been swept up in, have helped me get over a lot of the things I used to fear as a young filly. All, that is, except one: Flying. Been scared to death of it as far back as I can remember. Heck, just the thought of careening through the air with no safety net makes we cringe inside.

Oh, and did I mention that I have a thing for stallions of the pegasi variety? Trust me, the irony isn't lost on me. Still, all the magic in Equestria couldn't get me in the air unless my life was on the line.

Well, that, or receiving a delivery order from the most eligible pegasus in Equestria...

"Are you sure about this, Applejack?"

I had been in the library fifteen minutes and Twilight had already asked me the same question five times.

"Yes, Twilight, I'm sure." I waited for her to turn around before rolling my eyes. "That horn of yours has saved the world at least twice, so I'm not worried over a simple cloud walking spell."

Twilight looked over her shoulder at me while her magic snagged two more books from a high shelf. "But that's just it; a cloud walking spell?" She walked back toward me, books hovering behind her head in a purple glow. "You've never asked for me to put this spell on you. Not once in all the years I've known you."

"Well, you did cast the spell on me when we went to visit Rainbow at that fancy Wonderbolts camp a while back." Ah, the Wonderbolts. Just saying that name reminded me of who I was after, and had been after from the moment I saw him.

"Hey, AJ? You alright?" Twilight's voice snapped me out of my mini-trance – one filled with grey wings, blue manes, and sharp uniforms.

"Me? O-oh, yes, I'm fine, sugarcube. Just let my mind wander, is all."

"If you say so," Twilight replied, "though I'll remind you that I cast that spell on all of us when we visited Rainbow, not just you." She arched an eyebrow at me as she continued. "And as I recall, you cowered in the basket of my hot air balloon the entire way up. So, you'd understand my curiosity when a pony who loves the ground even more than Fluttershy asks for a cloud walking spell and has a ticket for the afternoon air transport to Cloudsdale in her saddlebags."

Well, she had me there. Even I'd be curious if our roles were reversed. Still, I couldn't let Twilight see my cards. I had an extremely lucky break in my hooves, and I couldn't afford any distractions now. 'Think quick, AJ. Clock's tickin'.'

"Can't blame ya, but it's like I said. Soarin ordered some apple pies, and since he's nursing a sore wing at the moment, he requested that they be delivered." 'Oh, they'll be delivered, alright.' I added as an afterthought.

"Well, I suppose that makes sense," Twilight said as she flipped through the books she had retrieved until she stopped on what I assumed were the pages she needed. "Ah, there it is. Cloud walking spells." She glanced to the pages briefly before looking up from her desk.

"Okay, I think a standard level spell should take care of things, so whenev—"

"Wait, 'standard', you said?" I asked with a bit of manufactured concern in my voice. "Doesn't that mean there's a 'deluxe' spell or somethin'?"

"It's actually called the 'superior' spell, but yes, there's a stronger spell I could use. Though I don't think you'll need it, since the regular spell is good for eight hours."

"Eight hours? Well, that's mighty fine and all, but, um," I gave her a sheepish grin, "how long does this 'superior' spell last?"

"A full twenty-four hours." Twilight answered matter-of-factly, but I could see the gears turning in her head already. She was going to ask a follow-up. 'Oh no, don't ask me—'

"Oh! Are you planning on taking a tour of Cloudsdale while you're there? I know we didn't have much time to see much the last time we were all there, but I've heard there's a ton of things to see. The Cloudesium, the Pegasi War Memorial, oh, and don't forget the Stratogarden! They say the entire garden is actually suspended from some of the oldest clouds in Equestria!"

My mind unwound a bit as Twilight prattled on with tourism ideas. I just nodded along, with an occasional "eeyup" or "mhmm" to keep up appearances. In truth, I did planning on touring Cloudsdale... or at least the body of one of its residents. Finally, Twilight reached the end of her guided tour of Canterlot's must-see attractions.

"Sorry, I guess I went off on a tangent again, heh. So, superior spell it is. Ready when you are, AJ."

I snugged my hat on my head and nodded. "Fire away!"

I'd been subjected to a number of Twilight's spells over the years, so I was well-prepared for the warm tingling sensation that washed over me while the spell was applied. As I expected, Twilight's face was totally focused on the task at hoof, and it took her barely a minute to complete the spell.

"All set, AJ." Twilight smiled at me as the remnants of her purple aura vanished from my vision. "The clouds are as solid as the ground for a full twenty-four hours."

"Well, thank ya kindly, Twi. I appreciate the help." I stepped forward and gave her a friendly hug, which she gladly returned. I made my way to the front door, stepping carefully around a few stacks of books without jostling the two apple pies that sat in one half of my newly enchanted saddlebags.

"Safe travels, AJ, and have fun up there!"

"Will do, Twi!" Thankfully, Twilight couldn't see the devious glint in my eyes. 'Will do indeed...'

Mercifully, the forty-five minute airship ride to Cloudsdale was pretty smooth that day. Getting me off the ground was one thing, but turbulence? Eh, let's just say that if the ride were bumpy, I'd have spent my time in the washroom hunched over a toilet instead of primping my mane and coat. Sure, I wasn't getting dressed up all fancy-like, but when you're going to see the stallion of your dreams, even a country-mare like me needs to get dolled up a bit, right?

Primping completed, I stopped by the small bar on the ship's promenade for a drink. I needed some water, but given the circumstances, I opted for a shot of what one of my more boisterous friends might call 'liquid courage'. That settled my nerves a bit for the rest of the flight, though it did little to calm the butterflies that flitted about my insides like rubber balls.

Sure, I was doing a job and delivering product to a paying customer, but Soarin was no ordinary customer. He was a senior Wonderbolt, second in command to Spitfire herself, and did I mention how bucking good he looks? He could swoon half of Canterlot with a single smile, and that was before the real fan fillies got to him.

So, you can't blame me for nearly swooning myself when I met him for the first time. It was my first trip to the Grand Galloping Gala, and up to that point, the entire evening had been a disaster. Through dumb luck and I swear some help from Discord, everything that could go wrong did go wrong. Food, music, decorations, everything went sideways at once. Even the dance floor wasn't safe from the hurricane of destruction that was my friends.

But everything changed when he walked up to my little apple cart. Crisp uniform, smooth light blue coat, perfectly trimmed mane framing the brightest emerald eyes I had ever seen... just looking at him made my heart skip a beat. It took me a second to even realize he had asked for one of the pies I had on display, distracted as I was by his physique. To call him 'svelte', if that's the right fancy term to use here, would be selling that stallion short. He was just plain sexy, from head to hoof.

I watched him go after buying the pie, savoring the chance to watch his hot flank walk away. I figured I'd never see him again, but to my shock, he came back to my cart at the end of the night and asked for a second pie! He slipped me a Wonderbolts' card from his pack, said he'd be getting in touch later on about more pies. And he was right to; apparently he loved them so much, he setup an order schedule so he could pick them up from the farm every time the show rotation brought him near Ponyville.

Sure enough, when the tour did come through, he'd always stop by for his pies, and those were the times I enjoyed the most. Not only could I be near the hottest stallion I'd ever seen, but I could see the real Soarin; the pony the fans don't get to see. And with the lights out and the crowd absent, he was something else entirely. Smart, mild-mannered and, to my surprise, a bit shy as well. To hear him tell it, he's more comfortable flying in front of thousands than he is talking to a single pony on a street corner.

Fortunately for the both of us, I'm a pretty easy pony to talk to, so I encouraged him to stay and chat a bit. He was a bit reserved at first, but the more we talked, the more he opened up. And I just crushed on him harder each time. As the weeks and months went by, the conversations became longer and more open, and kind words gave way to a little flirt here and there. I shouldn't have been surprised to see he was a true gentlestallion too, or that many of my more suggestive comments flew right over his head. But after a 'accidental' slip on my part sent me falling into his hooves, I think he finally got the hint.

The surprise kiss I gave him as thanks for 'saving me' may have helped drive the message home, of course. But judging by the kiss I got in return, I think he understood loud and clear.

Needless to say, Soarin came by as often as he could after that point. Conversations got longer, and much more personal. A stolen glance here, a hoof hold when we were sure nopony was around, and perhaps a few more stolen kisses (and more) when I needed his help getting something down from the barn's upper loft. But we never went, you know, all the way.

Here's where Soarin was too much of a gentlestallion. He was adamant that if we were going to cross that line, he'd want to be there more than just once in a while. That a serious relationship like that required time that he just couldn't afford to give, and splitting his time would be unfair to me. He was sincere about it, and Celestia bless him I was honored that he cared that much. I wish all stallions cared as much as him.

But I was head over hooves for Soarin, and I wanted him. Badly.

He wanted me too. Trust me, a mare can tell, and stallions are never that good at hiding their intentions, if you know what I mean. But getting that much time alone with him would be tough, especially around the farm, where I was never truly alone for more than five minutes if I wasn't sleepin'. Then a week later, I got a note from him with a request to delay his next order a couple of weeks, as he was stuck at home with a sprained wing.

"Jackpot."

I whispered to myself as I trotted up to the front gate of Soarin's home on the outskirts of Cloudsdale. Given his celebrity status, I was surprised to find his address took me past the glitzy sections of the floating metropolis, around the high-rise – and surely high rent – cloudominiums, and out to a quiet section near the far border of the city. Even his house was more plain than I'd imagined; a simple two-story cloud house with only a few fancy touches to accent the outer facades.

'Well, that's one way to get some peace and quiet.' I opened the front gate and started up the short walkway to his door. The butterflies tried to stage another revolt in my stomach, but I tamped them down with a grunt. I'd come all this way, and flown no less, so I was not about to turn back. Not when I was this close to making my delivery to a well-paying customer... and hopefully getting the 'alone time' that I needed with the pony I was admittedly in love with. I made my way up the last few stairs and knocked on the door before I could second guess myself again.

A few seconds passed by, and I was beginning to think he wasn't home. I raised my hoof to knock one last time when I heard a lock click and the door slid open.

"Good after— A-Applejack? Well, this is a welcome surprise!"

He stepped out of the door and wrapped me in a hug, one that I was more than happy to return. He began to step back but I caught him with a look and a wink. "Heh, I came all this way and all I get is a hug?"

Soarin grinned a bit before looking past me, head turning this way and that. "Well, I think we can arrange that, but come in first. Never know when the ponirazzi will jump out of nowhere."

"Even at your home?"

"They'd follow me to the showers if they could, trust me."

'Can I follow instead?' I grinned at the image in my head as I followed him quickly through the door, which he shut and locked as soon as I cleared the threshold.

"Now, about that kiss—" I turned to meet his voice, only to be met with his lips. He'd tell you he was a average kisser at best, but believe me, he was way better than average. Even those few seconds touching his soft lips was pure bliss.

"Hmm, hello to you too," he said as the kiss broke, "I'm glad to see you, Applejack. But, I didn't know you were coming."

"Heh, well, neither did I to be honest, Soarin." I let my hooves fall away from around his neck as I stepped back. "You'll recall that flying's not exactly my favorite thing to do."

"Indeed I do, which makes me really curious why you came all the way up here."

I just smiled and turned my head back to flip open my saddlebags, revealing the short stack of apple pies within. "Nothing big, just a special delivery for Sweet Apple Acres' most famous customer."

If I had a camera, I'd have taken a picture of his beautiful face, because it was lit up like a Hearths Warming Tree. "Oh, wow! Seriously?"

"Eeyup, seriously," I replied with a smug grin.

"Wow, thank you so much!" he was bouncing on his hooves like a foal, he was so excited. Gotta admit, it was pretty dang cute too.

He looked at me for a moment, and I think we both had to fight the urge to stare too long. "W-well then, um... let's get those off your back, shall we? Here, just follow me."

I followed behind him past the foyer and into what looked to be the living room. A light, almost floral smell wafted past me just then. It reminded me of a spring sky after a lightning storm. That's when I noticed his darker than usual coat and his still damp tail. 'I caught him right out of the shower?'

My mind was running wild instantly, debating whether to apologize for catching him at an awkward time, or asking if he needed help toweling off. As it was, I had a hard enough time remembering to walk straight, seeing as I was staring intently at his retreating form while he led me into the house. His tail was still a bit wet, as evidenced by the few wayward strands that still clung to his rump. 'And what a rump it is...'

I was so focused on his rear end I didn't even realize he had stopped walking until I bumped into him. "O-oh, gosh, I'm sorry! Wasn't watching where I was goin'." I stammered like a filly caught with her hoof in the cookie jar; hopefully my orange coat could hide most of my intense blush.

Soarin looked at me with a smug grin. "Taking in the scenery, are we?"

I didn't have a mirror, but I'm pretty sure my face was as red as my brother's now. "U-uh, um, why yes!" I made quite a show of looking around the sparsely decorated main level while trying to act as natural as possible. "Just, uh, never been in a cloud house for more than a minute or two, so this is all pretty neat!"

He laughed and draped a hoof over my withers, sending a warm shiver down my spine. "As you can see, not every cloud house is as, hmm, how should I put this, 'fancy' as your pal Rainbow's is."

"Ha! Well, Rainbow is many things, but subtle is not one of them," I quipped in return. We shared another laugh before he gestured toward the kitchen.

"Gotta agree with you there. Now, kitchen's just around the corner here, so this way."

I followed him into the small but well appointed kitchen. A long counter with built-in stove and oven filled the wall to my left, while a shorter counter with a sink and more cabinets took up a portion of the right-side. A simple table and chair sat in the middle of the space, just a few paces past the entryway. A few pictures dotted the walls, while a small shelf near the table held what looked like some trophies and a few knickknacks.

"Hmm, no fridge?"

"No need, actually." He pointed toward the door at the back of the room. "I just put the perishables in a chest out back, then swing up about a thousand feet to get some frozen cloud matter every few days. Stuff those into the chest and bam, all the refrigeration a pony could need."

I let that sink in for a moment while he cleared some clutter off of the closest counter. "Okay, here we go. Should be enough space for the pies here." He stepped to the side, gesturing with one wing. I noticed his left wing hadn't budged yet, so I assumed it was still injured.

"Thanks, and by the way, sorry about your wing." I stepped towards the counter and began pulling the first pie from my saddlebags. "Hopefully it's nothing serious."

"Eh, nothing too bad, just a mild sprain." Soarin stepped over and unfurled his left wing to gently wave it in front of me. "Pretty much back to normal already, so I should be clear to fully practice again in a few days."

"Well, that's good to hear. Glad you're on the mend." With his beautiful plumage waving in my face, it took a great deal of concentration not to drop the last pie that I was trying to set down. 'I'd rather have that wing in my mouth than this pie tin.'

"Care for a drink?" I heard the clink of glasses tapping each other and turned to find him half reared up and rummaging through one of the upper cabinets. Stretched out as he was, I could see the toned muscles working under his skin, and my mind raced into the gutter faster than I could buck a tree. The way his wings fidgeted to help him balance, even the occasional twitch of his tail, it was just mesmerizing. A good looking pegasus was my thing, and at the moment, I was looking at the finest winged creature in all of Equestria.

He leaned back from the cabinet, two glasses and a bottle cradled in his hooves. Soarin looked over his shoulder and I know he caught me staring, but I was past the point of caring about getting caught looking. Our eyes met and I could tell from the look I got back that he wasn't unappreciative of the attention. He flashed a wry smile and turned back to prepare whatever drink he had retrieved. The swish in his tail was anything but accidental now, but I was more than happy to soak up every second of the view.

Finally he turned around, two glasses containing an amber liquid balanced on his right wing. "Here we go— two glasses of whiskey at the bar. Mares first, of course."

I nodded my thanks and grabbed one of the proffered glasses. With an amazing amount of dexterity, he slid the remaining glass to the edge of his wing before wrapping it with a wingtip and holding it up with as sure a grip as I had with my own hoof. 'Hmm, I wonder what else that kind of fine touch is good for...'

"Cheers, and thanks." I returned the gesture and after tapping our glasses together, we each took a drink. I don't mind a strong drink, but that stuff had a definite kick.

"Whoo! Wow, that's got some bite," I smiled and took a whiff of the drink's strong but enticing aroma.

"Cloud Nine distilling's ten year aged." Soarin grinned over the edge of his glass before taking another sip. "Gets the extra bite from the strato-barrels they use for the last eighteen months of aging. It's a limited run, so they don't distribute much of it outside of Cloudsdale."

I took another sip, savoring the heat that spread down my throat to add to the already simmering fire in my gut. "Well, I'd say the final product came out pretty dang good. Definitely more bite than the stuff us land-lovers can get though."

"If it's too strong for you, I can get you something else." Soarin began to move, but I stopped him with a hoof.

"No need," I gave him a bedroom stare before knocking back the rest of the drink in one gulp, "I like things with a little bite to them."

I saw his wings jump just a bit away from his sides. 'That got his attention.' He just stood there for a second looking at me, perhaps trying to decide what to make of the situation. 'Time to up the ante, AJ.'

I slipped out of my hat and saddlebags, grabbed my glass, and made my way over to the counter, taking extra care to let my tail brush along his side as I did so. "Another round?" I asked over my shoulder.

The bottle was in my hoof when I felt his wing on my shoulder. I glanced to my right and saw his muzzle mere inches away from me, and so help me the urge to jump him right there was nearly overwhelming. "That depends on what we're drinking to."

I didn't even try to hide my blush this time while I poured two more glasses. "Don't rightly know. What should we drink to then?"

Soarin reached around me and snagged one of the glasses, making sure his feathers brushed over the back of my neck in the process. A warm shudder ran through me, one I know he felt through his wing. He swirled the dark amber liquid in his glass for a moment. "How about we drink to health, happiness," he looked up at me with a devious glint in his eyes, "and to living in the moment."

We each took a healthy draw from our glasses, knowing smiles plastered across our faces. I shuffled closer to him, pressing my side against his. "Did I ever tell you about the super special apple pie that we have on offer at the Acres?"

Soarin leaned over and lightly nuzzled me, sending sparks across my coat. "Hmm, no, I haven't. Sounds tasty though, and pretty rare." He nipped the top of my ear and whispered. "Any chance I could try that sometime?"

I leaned into him with a quick, passionate kiss. "Sure thing, sugarcube. In fact—" I pulled away and slipped the tie out of my mane before stepping over to the kitchen table and planting my forelegs on top. I peered over my shoulder at him, eyes full of wanting and desire. "As a matter of fact, I brought some samples with me."

His glass touched the counter and I could hear his hoofsteps coming toward me. My heart raced faster and faster the closer he got. I heard him stop behind me and slowly untie the bow near the top of my tail. Once removed, he began running a wing through my tail, letting the long blonde hairs flit through his feathers. It felt like a million little needles pricking me at once, sending waves of sensation straight through my tail to my dock.

Soarin kept this up for what felt like ages, running hoof and wing through my tail, around my dock, and across my rump. For such a built stallion, he had an incredibly fine touch. And I was loving every second of it. "Mmm, that's nice..." The warmth of his touch combined with the whiskey had quite a warm glow building in my gut already, but I wanted so much more than a simple tease.

I swung my tail a bit to catch him on the tip of his muzzle. "Not nice to tease a lady like this, you know."

He smiled and playfully batted my tail away. "Well, that's no way to treat a customer either, you know. Besides," he let a wingtip brush my flank and I barely suppressed a whimper, "doesn't the customer always get what they want?"

My heart skipped a couple of beats this time. "In this case, the customer can have anything he wants."

He brushed a wing up the inside of my hind legs, inching closer and closer to my haunches. "Anything?"

I flicked my tail fully to the side, shifted my weight further back, and shot a 'come hither' stare over my shoulder. "Anything."

My hind legs braced a bit in anticipation. He was a stallion after all, so I figured he'd go right for the prize, if you get my drift. So you can imagine my surprise when the next thing I felt wasn't his weight laying on my back, but his lips on my fetlocks. "O-oh, mmhm..."

"You did say anything," Soarin muttered between kisses, "and since I might not get to try something this nice again, I might as well savor it."

And savor it he did. The precision that he and his fellow Wonderbolts needed in the air came through in the methodical and oh so delightfully tortuous way he worked his way up my legs. A kiss of the lips, a lick of the tongue, and even the occasional nip to my skin. Each one sent a different kind of shiver up my legs, and he kept me guessing each and every time. I was no stranger to a stallion's touch, but Soarin was something else entirely.

His lips worked further and further up the insides of my legs, though now the kisses were a bit deeper, his lips a bit more insistent. Of course, my continued mewls and whimpers, to say nothing of my swishing tail, did more than enough to spur him on. My legs nearly buckled when his lips touched the crease of my thigh, though with him slowly crawling beneath me, I'd have welcomed that result.

"W-wow, oh..." I moaned a bit louder as his hooves joined his lips in caressing my thighs and the underside of my dock. I was squirming under his expert touch; we had only just begun and Soarin had me wound up like a top. His hoof wound through my tail and gave it a gentle tug, sending another wave of arousal pulsing through me.

"Don't stop, please." I dropped my hips a bit to bring him closer still, and he reacted just the way I wanted – with the first of many kisses all around my lower belly. I yelped each time his tongue drug across my nipples, and all the while his hooves were tracing lazy circles around my marehood. I could feel my juices beginning to flow out of me now, dampening the thin fur around my core. Soarin just kept going though – different patterns, different intensity, different everything. He was pushing all my buttons at once, and I was growing hotter and more aroused by the second.

"S-Soarin, you– oh! Oh, you're too good..." I could barely speak through the adrenaline that was racing through me, and he hadn't even touched my outer lips directly. Only the table kept me from collapsing into a pile of soaked mareflesh right there; all I could do was whimper and moan while he continued to dance circles around my haunches with his lips.

"Hmm, this is definitely a treat," Soarin hummed from somewhere beneath my tail, "and I most certainly like what I see." His tongue slid gently across my outer lips for the first time and I nearly jumped off the table. My entire body was shaking like a branch in a storm, arousal and pure 'buck me now' lust roaring freely through my veins.

"But I won't be a pushy customer." His tongue, his lips, his everything suddenly left me, and I whimpered like a foal that had just had her toy taken away.

"W-why'd you stop?"

He stood up and walked around to my right side. "Applejack, we've been here before, and heavens knows I want you, but—" the tip of his wing reached around and brushed my soaked lips again, "—are you sure? About this, or us?"

Maybe he was just playing the gentlecolt card to seal the deal; maybe he really was that chivalrous, or whatever that frilly term is. But really, I didn't care at the moment. I just wanted my dream stallion, the most perfect pegasus I had ever seen, to make me his mare. My eyes met his, two different shades of green staring through one another. I definitely saw the want in his eyes, but mine, they screamed need, desperation, and frankly, some bare-bones lust right back at him.

"I'm more than sure." I managed to lift a hoof off the table and wrap it around his neck, "Now kiss me." I drew his lips to mine and kissed him as hard, as deeply as I could.

He squeaked in surprise but quickly returned the kiss. His tongue teased the edge of my mouth and I let him in without hesitation. Our tongues twirled around each other, probing, twisting, exploring each other's mouths with wild abandon. If I was turned on before, now I was in a near frenzy; and if the slowly stiffening wing I saw extend from his right side was any indication, so was he. "Do what you want to me, please."

He broke the heated kiss, taking the opportunity to nip the edge of my lips with his teeth. "Who am I to refuse a lady her wish?" He stepped out of view and a second later, I felt his forelegs come to rest to either side of my head. I could feel his breath tease the back of my mane, the weight of his chest settling gently on my back, and most importantly, the touch of his member against the inside of my leg.

"You ready?" he asked before shifting my mane over and kissing the side of my neck.

I just pushed my rump out further toward him in response. "Take me. Now."

His hooves closed in around me as his weight shifted further up my back, and I could feel his dick pressing against my swollen marehood. "Oh, yes... aahn..." I pushed my hips against him as he leaned forward and I couldn't help but cry out as I felt him part my inner lips and slip inside of me.

If there's such a thing as Elysium on Equestria, this was it. It was no secret that pegasi stallions weren't quite as well-endowed as their earth-bound brethren, but sweet heavens did Soarin know how to use it. His movements were as smooth as his lips, as precise as his tongue work. Every time my body shifted a bit he responded perfectly. My back arched and he brought his cock further up against the top of my core; I leaned back and he pushed deeper in response.

"Yes, yes... oh yes, don't stop." We fell into a smooth and consistent rhythm, one that kept me riding the edge of release without going over it. He dropped his muzzle over my shoulder and began kissing and nipping all over the back of my neck, each touch eliciting more whimpers and moans from me. I could feel our coats growing slick against one another from our mutual heat, but that only let him glide across my back with increased ease.

Arousal was flooding my system more with each measured stroke, with each shove of my hips against his groin. Pheromones, sweat, arousal, and a slight tinge of ozone filled the air around us, clouding my lust addled mind even more. I turned my head enough to lock him in another kiss as his cock continued to work an entirely carnal form of magic on my insides.

"A-are you close?" I whispered between two more loud moans.

"Depends... how close are you?" He asked in return, and as if to prove his point, he pulled almost all the way out of me, leaving only his flared head inside. He shifted his hips only a bit each way, as if he were caught in the slightest of breezes, but all that did was run the edge of his tip against the hyper-sensitive flesh around my inner lips. "Very cl– Aahn! Y-y-yesss! Aahn!"

The sensation was like a million pin pricks and a shot of lightning combined into one, and all he had to do to summon another hit was move an inch. That alone drove me so close to the edge I had no idea how I didn't melt into a puddle of my own cum right there. "I-I'm right there! Just rut me, make me cum, please!"

He let his weight fall forward again and I cried out as his dick pushed all the way to the hilt inside of me. Then he pulled out and did it all over again, three more times, each one drawing louder and louder screams of raw pleasure from me. He grunted into my ear with each push, and every time he went forward I bucked my hips back against him.

Finally, his hooves wrapped fully around my barrel and he somehow pushed deeper into me. "A-Applejack, I'm gonna cum."

"Yes! Cum with me! Yes! Y– Aahn!" I clamped my muscles down on his cock like a vice and slammed my hips back as bone-rattling orgasms rocked us both. My inner walls clenched around him over and over again, milking his twitching cock for every last drop of his white hot cum while seemingly endless torrents of pleasure raced through me.

When it finally ended, we both nearly collapsed off the table. A mixture of our juices ran past my lips and down my leg, but I ignored it entirely, instead using what strength I had left in my legs to shift myself around enough to kiss him like there was no tomorrow. I looked up into his eyes and smiled.

"S-so, what did you think?"

He smiled and kissed me again. "Can I sign up for a regular delivery schedule?"

Despite all of that, I'd still say the ground is where my hooves belong. I'm just not going to love the air the way my winged friends do. But I have gotten over much of my basic fear of flying. Of course, having non-stop service from my home to the mile high club does make the experience a lot more pleasurable than a crowded airship.

Author's Note

And who said I don't know how to let my mane down once in a while, hmm?

That's all for our favorite farmpony then. Stay tuned for the next episode of RSD, where we peer in on the last of the mane 6: Rarity.