Beneath The Apple Tree

It’s about two weeks later on Sweet Apple Acres. On a warm Friday afternoon, you're bucking apples on your own. It’s been like this ever since you got a hold of it. Having your own field assigned to you makes you feel very proud like the first time you got an A in a test. It's been a long time since someone put that much trust in you. And you have to admit, it feels great.

Looking at the sky, you see the sun already moving towards the horizon. You could work for another half an hour or so before it gets dark, but the crates you brought are completely filled. Putting the last ones on the wagon, you bring them all back to the barn.

Arriving there, you see the cart that Applejack took with her next to the cellar door. Since the two of you and Big Mac got lots of work done in the past weeks, the barn is already filled to burst. The moment you start taking crates off of the cart, Applejack comes up the stairs.

"How you're doin'? Is all goin' right?" she asks with a lovely smile.

"Yeah, thanks AJ."

There are only few more crates on her cart as you go down to store yours. She come after you with five crates in her arms, going to the back to store them. Going back to your cart, you get another stack and bring them down. On her way back, Applejack wants to make room for you to pass. But she accidentally steps on an apple that lies on the ground.

Slipping, and practically flying towards you, she knocks you over. The crates in your hands are sent flying, crash loudly and spilling their content. Applejack, landing on top of you, unwillingly pins you to the ground. Her face is next to yours, and you can feel her breath on your ear as the air gets pressed out of their lungs from the impact.

"Ah'm mighty sorry sugarcube!" she apologizes after catching her breath again. Applejack starts to get back up again as she suddenly stops in her motion "Ya know, ah’m not that sorry~"

You give her a confused look

"Aw shucks!" her head goes down again.

But this time is does not go beside yours, but straight. Her lips connect with yours, and as quick as it came it is gone.

"What was that?" you ask, baffled.

"Ah'm sorry, Ah shouldn't have done that," she says, looking away and hastily getting up.

"Please don't go, I-I was just surprised. I would've never thought you felt that way--" you say, grabbing her arm.

Gently pulling her back, you let go of her arm and reach for her cheek. A stroke of your thumb brings a smile to her face. Leaning in for a kiss, she leans down to meet you halfway. Her lips lock with yours. They’re incredibly soft and smooth for someone working in the sun that much.

They taste of apples, hay and a hint of soil. Something warm and wet presses against your lips. It's her tongue, trying to enter your mouth. Letting her pass, she explores it whilst you do the same. A fight for dominance between your tongues ensues, as they wrestle lustfully in your cavities.

One of her hands wanders to your chest. You can feel the heat coming from it through the fabric of your shirt. Her eyes are closed, and a lewd moan moves through your kiss. As your heads separate, a string of saliva spans and ultimately snaps. She giggles with her cute accent and traces her lips with a finger.

In a playful roll-over, you end up on top of her. Your eyes are met with a lustful glance of her’s. Pressing your lips on hers, your tongues once more pull and push each other in a sinful game. As you pull back, she gently bites your tongue and presses you against her again. Her eyes are closed while she savors every second of it.

When she ultimately lets you go, a cheeky grin appears on her face. She rolls you over again, now she is back on top. While doing do, you come closer to some of the spilled apples. Applejack reaches out and picks one of them and takes a small bite. She offers you one too. But as you reach for it, she tosses it away. Locking lips with you, she passes you her piece.

Taking it from her, you chew and swallow it. She watches you, biting her lower lip in excitement. Applejack grinds her hips over your pants.In your pants, space is getting rare. You almost choke on the apple from the feeling. She rubs her body against yours, bringing her mouth to your ear.

"I want ya’ sugarcube~," she whispers, before licking over and nibbling on your earlobe.

Her warm breath tingles as it brushes over your neck.

"Now," she adds to her previous statement.

"But what about Big Mac?" you ask, still present with your mind.

"Don't cha worry bout' him," she says, not taking her eyes of you. "He just went back to his field."

Your hands wander over her arms, down her sides and to her butt. Giving it a squeeze, you can feel a perfect balance of firmness and softness. It's not flat, but forms a nice bowl that you can cup with your hands. Feeling lucky, you give it a little smack. Her eyes widen with surprise as she jolts a little from it. She looks at you with a faked angry glance.

"Do it again, see what happens."

Raising your hand again, you let it race down towards her butt. Harder than before it hits her jeans, a smack echoing through the cellar. Applejack gasps, and closes her eyes for a second before leaning forward and pinning you to the ground with her strong arms.

She looks at you with squinty eyes. When you raise your eyebrows wondering if you've gone too far with it, she starts to giggle and kisses you again. She seems to enjoy this game of powers. Realizing this, you get a bit ballsier.

Your hands wander down her shirt. Applejack sits up to give you easier access. Reaching the bottom, you grab the shirttail and pull it over her body. Stopping while it covers her head, you give small pecks on her throat. Slowly wandering down to her breasts. You can hear her panting through the shirt.

Moving over her breasts and back between them, licking upwards to her chin. The taste of apples and hay is now mixed with the salt of her sweat. Removing her shirt completely, Applejack is free again and pins you down to the ground again. With her arms strengthened by the hard work, you have no chance of escaping her grip.

Your ear is met by her teeth again. She nibbles, almost chews, on it again. Her tongue traces along the outer lines, before her lips wander to your mouth. She engages in a deep kiss. Exploring her half naked body, your hands slide down her back. Getting a feel of her skin, you notice that it has a soft roughness to it. It induces a tingling feeling in your fingertips.

Slowly going upwards again, you reach her the clamp of her bra. You fumble a bit before you finally manage to open it. Applejack ends the kiss by biting your lower lip and slowly pulling back. Not breaking the contact with her green eyes, she removes her bra completely. Her breasts wiggle a little. You reach for them timidly, but she slightly leans forward, signalling you to go for it. Softly, you start to massage her C-cups. She closes her eyes, and coos softly.

Raising yourself, you continue to massage her breasts, while simultaneously kissing her neck. Making your way downwards, your lips quickly make contact with her breasts. Going for the left one first, you suckle on the nipple and flick your tongue over it.

Her panting shows you that you're doing something right. Letting one hand slide down over her belly and to her wait, you struggle to make it past. Her jeans are still too tight for you to enter.

"Let me help you with that," Applejack breaks the embrace with you.

She stands up in a swift motion and turns her back to you. The clicking sound of the buckle, shortly followed by the zipping sound of her opening pants. She slides her hands over to her butt, with the thumbs inside the waistband,bends over, and pulls them down.

Her orange cheeks are staring at you, only covered in green panties. They sit tight enough to allow you a full view on her curves. As her pants hit the floor, a dark spot peaks through her legs. The damp fabric spans over her vagina, creating a clear imprint of her lips.

Eager to touch her there, you get up and embrace her. She gasps as your hands land on her chest. One moving upwards to her breasts, massaging them again. The other goes downward, meeting her wet panties. Gently stroking over the fabric a lewd moan escapes her lips. What was only a little damp, becomes wet in moments.

Feeling the time has come, you slide your fingers under the fabric. A shiver travels down her spine through both of your bodies as you glide over her womanhood. Your fingers are moistened by her juices. Her face turns to you and a pleading look lies in her eyes.

"Please," she whimpers.

You seal her mouth with your lips and drag your index finger over her slit. Applying a bit pressure, it slides in without resistance. Applejacks moans are dulled, but intense as you start to finger her. She pulls her head back from you and breathes shallow. You nibble her ear, flicking the lobe with your tongue occasionally.

The heat of her body burns through your shirt as you add another finger. Lewd moans hall through the cellar as it slides in. Her back arches when you move your fingers in a certain direction. Trying to hit that spot again, you thrust faster into her warm love tunnel. Applejacks walls start contracting around your fingers, as if she tried to pull you in.

Her flat breathing turns into panting. Feeling that she is close to the edge, you rub her clitoris with your thumb. Only seconds later, she twitches through waves of pleasure. Her legs get limp, and her weight leans against you as Applejack tries to recover her breath.

"That was amazing!" Applejack exclaims, "Ah've done it myself, but this... this felt... Ah can't even tell,"

Standing on her own legs again, she is still a bit shaky as she turns around to you.

"Thanks for that sugarcube," she smiles at you, "Let me repay ya,"

Her hands wander over your chest and down to your crotch, where your boner greets them. She grabs and strokes it through the fabric of your jeans, making you inhale sharply. Applejack goes to kneel before you, but you hold her back.

"Stop!" you exclaim.

"What is it?" Applejack asks, clearly confused.

"Do you hear that?"

She listens, and hears the same crunching noise of gravel that you noticed.

"Darn' it!" she jumps in panic, looking for her clothes.

She grabs her pants from the floor. Hopping on one leg, she hastily puts them on. Almost stumbling, she rushes over to her shirt that lies a few feet away. Reaching into your pants, you try to tuck your boner away.

Her bouncing body doesn’t really make it easier for you. She closes the last buttons as footsteps start coming down the stairs. Big Mac enters the cellar and sees you two picking up the crates and apples you dropped when Applejack knocked you over.

"O hey there big brother," she says casually.

He just nods in her direction before dropping off his crates in a corner. After you cleaned up your mess and put it away, you go outside to get the remainder of your cart as Applejack follows you.

"Let me at least help you with these," she says with a cheeky grin.

She leads the way to the stairs, when she suddenly turns, almost making you two crash again.

"Ah have an idea!" with these words, she turns again, storming down the stairs."Hey big brother, can I have a quick word with you?"
"Eeeyup"

"Anon and I talked about tomorrow. If he comes like last Saturday, he won't get much done till' lunch," she explains to him "So ah thought, maybe he could stay the night and start working with us in the morning."

Though you are pretty sure that you won't get much sleep if you stay here, you nod your head in agreement as if you knew about this plan. Big Mac thinks about it for a few moments before finally saying something.

"Why not, but tell Granny Smith, so she can make the bed," he tells her before returning to work.

"Sure can do," Applejack responds.

You three continue to unload the rest of your carts. After you're done, Applejack goes to the house while you start pulling your cart towards the fields again.

"Where are you going?" Big Mac asks behind you, noticing your way.

"Back to picking apples, I guess?" you say, stopping in your path.

"In the dark? Good luck with that," he chuckles lightly before pulling his cart to the stable.

For a second, you thought he heard you and Applejack in the cellar. Taking a look at the sun, you find it hanging deep in the sky. Only now, you register the red-orange shimmer of the sunset.

"Whew, I guess time flies when you're having fun," you mutter to yourself.

You follow Big Mac to the stable, putting all your equipment away. After that, you lock it and hear Applejack calling for you two from the porch.

"Hey you two, Granny says dinner is ready,"

You're almost starving when you enter the house. Though you've been working here for two weeks now, you've only been inside twice the whole time. Once to meet Granny Smith, and once to use the restroom. You've never been in the living room before, but now you're standing in front of a generously laid table.

They are sitting down, so you take the remaining seat. The meal goes with usual family small talk. Everyone is exhausted from the day's work and thankful for the food. Later, after you all finished eating, Applejack signals you to follow her upstairs. There, she points out a door on the end of the corridor.

"That's your room. This one’s Big Mac's," she points to a door to your left, "And that one over there is mine. If you want to take a shower, it's that door across mine,"

Convenient that those two are in the middle of the corridor.

"Thanks, I'd love to get that sweat of my body," you say to Applejack.

"Go ahead. I'll help Granny Smith and Big Mac with the dishes," she gives you a wink before going back downstairs.

You enter the bathroom, lock the door, take off your dirty clothes and step under the shower. Letting the warm water rinse over your body, you take some soap, scrub your skin and make sure that your private parts are especially clean tonight. Grabbing a fresh towel from the stack, you dry yourself and pick up your clothes.

Unlocking the door with the towel around your waist, you find a stack of clothes lying in front of it. Thankful, you pick them up and take them to the room Applejack pointed out earlier. Your worn clothes land on a chair in the corner. Unfolding the clothes you found on the floor, you find that they must belong to Big Mac. Boxers and a shirt for the night. Putting them on, someone knocks on the door.

"Can I come in?" you hear Applejack asking.

"Sure," you say, and she enters swiftly.

"Did Big Mac give you those?" she asks.

"I suppose so, they look like his," you reply before Applejack suddenly pulls you in close.

"Don't cha' dare fall asleep," she whispers in your ear before leaving as quickly as she came again.

You can hear the rest of the house getting ready for bed as well. The shower is running and people are stepping through the halls. You're sitting on the bed, nervous about what this night will bring to you. You already got intimate with Applejack, but it was in the heat of the moment. It feels strange to sit there and wait for her to come over.

While you're at it, you try to assess the whole situation. Mainly your feelings for Applejack are going through your mind. Her affection towards you kinda came out of the blue. And you're not sure how you feel towards her. The times when you worked together with her come back to your mind. You can't deny that you admired her body few times and rarely missed a chance to get a glance at her.

The thought never really made it through, but you’ve fancied her for a long time now. You're not sure why you never realized this or made a move. Slowly, the house gets quieter and quieter. You're sitting on the edge of your bed for a few minutes, but when Applejack doesn't come, you decide to get under the cover. It is getting a bit cold in underwear after all.

The light in the room was out to begin with, so no one would get suspicious. Lying there quietly, you listen carefully for footsteps or any other sign of Applejack. A chill runs down your spine as a hand suddenly covers your mouth.

"Shhh," Applejack says next to you.

Turning your head, you see her with a finger on her lips. You can only wonder how she managed to sneak up on you like that. But then again, you don't really care about the how. She takes her hand of your mouth and lifts the blanket. Swiftly, she lies down next to you. Her skin touches yours. Judging by the feeling, she can't be wearing much. A faint, but piercing smell reaches your nose.

"Did you put perfume on?" you ask her randomly.

"It's a little something Rarity gave me," she replies "She said Ah should use it when 'Ah finally decide to grow up'. Do you like it?" she Applejack asks back.

"It smells off. Not like yourself," you reply honestly.

"Rarity said it works for her every time,"

"Maybe you're just much more natural. You shouldn't feel the need to use any," you charm her.

"Thanks sugarcube, that's so sweet of you," Applejack prods you in the side.

She rubs her body against yours and whispers into your ear.

"Should we continue where we left of?" Applejack asks with a lewd voice.

She slides her warm body over on top of yours, pressing her lips on yours. A warm feeling expands in your body as your tongues dance with each other, linking, pushing and pulling. Applejack retreats and you can feel her sitting up over your body. With a click, she turns on the bedside lamp. You can finally see what she is wearing. It's nothing.

"Ah think it’s time we get rid of these," Applejack says, sliding her hands under your shirt.

She pushes it up and you help her remove it completely before throwing it on the ground. Her hands slide over your chest, exploring it inch by inch.

"You're still hiding something from me sugarcube," Applejack says, smirking at the boxers you're wearing.

Your penis already forms a clear bulge in it. Like in the cellar earlier, she grabs it through the fabric and strokes it softly.

"Ya'll like that?"

You nod your head with a smile. You worry that that it will be hard to not make any noise. She shuffles her body down the bed a bit, before suddenly lowering her head. Through the fabric, she plants a kiss on your penis, followed by a lick over the boxer. The warm wetness soaks through and feels amazing enough to make your dick grow even harder.

With a sleek motion, Applejack pulls down your boxers, making your length stand up. Her hand grabs it and she begins to jerk it slowly. It tingles your balls as she proceeds to pick up the pace a bit. Her eyes are fixed on your member. A lusty smile is on Applejacks face while she pleases you. Licking her lips, her head lowers and her wet mouth makes contact with the tip.

A wave of pleasure makes your body shiver from head to toe as Applejack takes your length in her mouth. She only goes down a bit and starts swirling her tongue around the tip. She does incredible work with her mouth. Taking her hands away, she tries to take as much of your length as she can. Short of only half an inch, you can feel the back of her throat rubbing against the tip of your member.

Resting in this position, she makes use of her tongue again. Letting it slob across your penis, up and down, side to side, making you come close to the edge. You've never been too durable, but this was ridiculously quick. Applejack supports herself with her hands on the bed. Bobbing her head now, her lips seal around your shaft to suck it. By combining these actions with her previous motions, your orgasm is imminent.

You want to warn her, but opening your mouth would probably end up in loud moans. And you can't risk drawing any attention from the sleeping Apples. With Applejack not slowing down, you can't manage to hold it back any longer.

Your back arches, driving your member deep into her mouth. She gags as your semen is pumped directly in the throat. Being unprepared, Applejack does her best to gulp it down, but gags. As your body relaxes, your penis withdraws from her mouth.She has to cough a little, but tries to cover it up as good as possible.

"Well that was," Applejack says, interrupting herself by wiping over her mouth.

"Sorry AJ," you say quietly, finally find your voice again "I would've warned you, but I couldn't-,"

"Fun,"

"Huh?" you breathe out.

Applejack must be kinkier than she lets on to. Definitely not what you would’ve expected of a farm girl.

"Only sad it's already over," she says with a small pout.

"Who said there can't be a round two?" you ask her.

A smile comes to her face as she sees your member getting hard again. She crawls over your body, her breasts dragging your skin until her head is level with yours. Reaching for her head, you pull her close, lock lips and roll over in a swift motion.

To get more freedom, you remove your boxers completely. Turning back to Applejack, you find her looking at you with a pleading look, biting her lower lip. Both of you are now fully naked, you can feel her vagina rubbing against your member. The warm wetness of it shows you that she is pretty worked up already.

They start to engulf it as you wittingly move your hips in circles. It results in Applejack panting softly and pulling you in for another kiss. Tracing around your tongue with hers, she moans in your mouth.

"Please put it in. I want you inside me," she says after your lips part.

"But what about protection?," you ask, mentally present.

"Don't worry," Applejack answers, rolling her eyes "I’m taking the pill,"

There is no need to ask you twice. After sliding your penis back over her vagina, you stop as the tip is lying over her entrance. Taking a hand to keep it in place, you gently apply pressure. It does not take much, and your dick disappears inside her womanhood.

The feeling is unbelievable. Her blowjob might have been great, but it is still nothing compared to what you're feeling right now. Her warm walls massage your penis whilst it slowly slides in. There is a look on her face that you have never seen before. Best described as an expression of satisfaction and pleasure.

Her mouth is slightly open as she lies there breathless. She must be feeling something similar to you. You rest inside her for a moment, savoring the feeling, before starting to slowly move your hips. The rhythmic movement makes her breasts jiggle. Tempted by the sight, you lean down and suckle at one. You want to pay them attention, but Applejack pulls your head to hers.

Moving your body slightly upwards, you hilt deep inside her. She throws her head back, exhaling sharply from the sensation. Surprisingly, with all your lust, you haven't made any major noise yet. Applejack throws her arms around you, rolling you two over just like you did before. She gives you a cheeky grin as she sits up on your member.

"Let me show you how we do it on the farm," she says to you, pressing your chest down with her strong arms.

She moves her hips up and down, riding your dick. Her breasts bounce with her movement. This position drives your member deep inside her every time. Her warmth is fully engulfing you, creating a feeling beyond your expectations. A certain feeling starts to appear in your balls again. Suddenly the scene from the cellar comes back to your mind.

Taking a hand, you smack her naked butt. The smack is louder than you thought, and Applejack looks scared for a second. She scolds you with a shush and punches you in the shoulder playfully. Applejack stops the up and down movement, only to change it for a swaying of her hips. Your penis is driven against her walls, massaging it on a whole new level.

Even with the little distraction of her punch, you can barely hold it back anymore. Not only the pure sensation of her riding, but also the sight of her bare body over you is just too much to handle.

"AJ, I'm coming soon," you are able to announce this time.

"Me too~," Applejack answers under her breath, picking up the pace a bit before stopping her movement completely.

Her vagina tightens around your member, milking it as her body slightly shakes. Applejack lets her body fall down on yours as she orgasms. You can feel her heart racing in her chest as she pants in your ear.

Being close, but not having come yet, you slowly thrust into her. With her walls still contracting around your member, it is only a matter of seconds before you reach the edge. With a final thrust, you release your load inside her. You both lie there over each other, exhausted and sweaty. Her head rests on your cheek and you stroke through her hair.

"This was wonderful, sugarcube," she says, turning her face to yours.

"I loved it," you reply, looking in her bright green eyes "Guess that makes us a couple?"

"Ah guess so," Applejack says smilingly "Not sure how we tell Big Mac about it,"

"Well, that is nothing we should worry about now. Let's seize the moment."

You both lie there for another couple of minutes. You stroke her hair as Applejack circles her finger on your chest. Wishing this moment could last forever, Applejack bursts that bubble by turning towards you.

"I should get to mah room," she says regretfully. "Can't risk Big Mac finding us like this tomorrow."

She gets up and leaves, swaying her booty for you one last time as she goes. After she closes the door behind her, you put your own shirt and boxer on for the night. That way you can keep the mess a secret. Lying back in the back and turning the light off, you fall asleep almost immediately. The next day surely will get interesting.