Chapters Applejack watched as the tired Big Macintosh walked to the barn, tired as hell.
"Gal-ly! That was a lot of apple-bucking out there big brother! Ya must be plum tired!" she cried. The red stallion turned to her and replied with his trademark, Big Mac approved response: "Yup."
"Think you'll be up for some more work tomorrow?" Applejack asked.
Mac turned to his younger sister and replied with his other trademark response: "Nope." Applejack was surprised to hear this. Big Mac was always up for more work.
"All this 'ere apple-bucking has me beat. I jus' don't think I can work tomorrow." he said.
"Ah well, you can just relax, you've done enough work for one day." Applejack said. She watched as her big brother walked inside, half dead, half alive. The stallion was on the verge of passing out right there on the spot. He almost fell on his side just walking through the doorway. Big Mac was having a harder time just standing up than Granny Smith had walking.
"He jus' don't know when ta quit." AJ remarked, giving a giggle at how sometimes her brother could seem a little stupid in the head. She looked to the orchard, were buckets lay underneath the trees, about three quarters of the entire bucket count overflowing with apples.
The trees were all bare, their green leaves glistening in the setting sun. The sun reminded AJ of her aunt and uncle up in Manehattan. She then looked at the three apples on her flank that was her cutie mark and sighed happily. She was glad she returned to the farm, or she never would have gotten her cutie mark.
The mare walked amongst the trees of the orchard, her peachy orange coat blending in with the sky behind her. She inspected every inch of the orchard. Not one apple left on the trees. Big Mac had really outdone himself. Mac had gotten up that morning, and didn't even eat breakfast. He just threw on his harness and instantly went out to the field and bucked like it was his last day alive. He said he was going to break the Apple family record for most apples bucked in a day. He broke it alright, with an estimated 965 total apples bucked, blowing away the original record of 728.
"My Celestia, big bro. You are the best damn brother ever." Applejack said to herself. "If only I had a special somepony to walk with me along your work..."
"Hey Applejack!" cried Applebloom.
"What's the matter, Applebloom?" AJ asked.
"Supper's ready! C'mon an' eat!" the filly cried excitedly.
"Ah'll be in soon. You run along and make me some room at the table." AJ replied.
Applebloom ran back to the barn, and Applejack resumed her walk. She felt a sinking feeling in her stomach, which felt empty. "Ah guess I should eat." AJ said to herself.
"What's up with yer mood honey? Ya barely touched your food." Granny Smith said.
Applejack had hardly even glanced at her apple fritters, let alone touched them. She didn't feel hungry. Her stomach was begging her for food, but AJ wouldn't eat.
"Is everything alright, sis?" Applebloom asked.
"Yes." Applejack said blankly.
"Yer sure?" Granny Smith asked.
"Yes!" AJ said, a bit annoyed.
"Something ain't right, I can tell." Big Mac said.
Applejack had had enough. She slammed her hoofs onto the table, standing up. "IF YOU REALLY WANNA KNOW, EVERYTHING AIN'T OK!" she screamed.
The other three ponies looked at her, a bit shaken from her outburst.
"Well then, what's wrong?" Applebloom asked.
"Ah don't wanna talk about it." AJ replied, stepping from the table, heading for the stairs.
The next morning, Applejack was late to breakfast. When she finally came down, she had saddlebags and a train ticket.
"Where are you goin' to?" Granny Smith asked.
AJ said nothing, she just sat at the table and ate her apple muffins, rather quickly.
"Did ya not hear me?" Granny asked.
Again, AJ said nothing, and chewed her muffins. Once she finished, she got up and walked out the door, not even saying goodbye.
"Did that just happen?" Applebloom asked.
"Yup." Big Mac answered, with a worried tone in his voice.
Pinkie Pie sat at a table in front of Sugarcube Corner, sipping a bubbly milkshake. She was enjoying herself when she saw Applejack pass by.
"Hi, Applejack!" Pinkie said bouncing over to AJ.
AJ didn't even care to notice Pinkie. Instead she just kept walking. Pinkie noticed that saddlebags and got excited.
"Oooh! Where ya going?" she asked excitedly.
"Buck off, Pinkie." AJ said just loud enough for Pinkie to hear. Pinkie stopped bouncing.
"You're up to something!" Pinkie cried, bouncing in circles around Applejack.
"And what do you think Ah'm up to, Pinkie?" AJ asked.
Pinkie took a huge breath, and shot away her hunch.
"You feel like your life is empty, you need somepony to be your coltfriend, you want to marry him, raise a family, and all that so your life isn't so lonely!"
AJ looked in disbelief.
"You little bitch." she said.
"All aboard!" the conductor cried.
Applejack stepped on the train, with Pinkie Pie bouncing behind her. But before the pink pony could enter, the door shut on her face. AJ had already stepped inside, and took a seat. Pinkie then watched as the train hissed and pulled away.
"Hmmm..." Pinkie muttered suspiciously.
Pinkie trotted up to the crystal castle on the outskirts of town, and barged through the door. She walked around for a while, finally arriving at the throne room. Nopony was there. She went to the bedroom. Nopony was there. She went to the study. Four ponies were there. Rarity sat with Spike, who was nestled in her mane.
"Spike, please. You're a lot heavier than you used to be." Rarity complained, hoping Spike wasn't ruffling her beautiful mane.
It was true. Spike was growing up, but not from greed, like last time. He was naturally growing. His 17th birthday was just a week ago, and at that age, a dragon, though still technically a baby (as dragons age slower than ponies), he was above the age of consent. And that was all he thought about, sex with Rarity.
Fluttershy was huddled in a corner, crying. She got up once Pinkie entered and walked to the door.
"I'm going to the bar." she said.
"But Fluttershy! You don't drink!" Rarity cried.
"I do now." Fluttershy replied, not really sure if she even wanted to drink.
Rainbow Dash was looking through some mail she received, when her wings suddenly stood on end.
"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" she cried happily.
"What is it, Rainbow?" asked Twilight, who for some reason, was applying blush, and perfume.
"You know that contest I entered last month where you were supposed to write an essay about why the Wonderbolts should accept you as a member?" Rainbow asked.
"Yeah. What about it?" Twilight asked.
"I won! And the grand prize is having a day out with the Wonderbolt of your choice!" Rainbow yelled.
"I see. And you chose Soarin to go out with." Twilight said smugly.
Rainbow blushed and looked around the room. "Wha-? What? No!" she said, trying not to sound awkward.
"Uh huh." Twilight said sarcastically.
Nopony had even noticed Pinkie. But finally, Rainbow Dash stopped celebrating and saw the pink pony.
"Oh! Hey Pinkie Pie." she said.
"Applejack just left for Apploosa." Pinkie said.
"What?" Twilight asked, now realizing Pinkie was here. "Why?"
"I don't know...but I think she's looking for a b-word." Pinkie said like she knew something that the others didn't.
"A 'b-word'?" Rainbow asked.
"A boyfriend! Hey Twilight! Why the makeup?" Pinkie asked.
"Oh! Uh, no reason." Twilight said trying not to smile.
Pinkie was wondering what was up with her friends. They were all acting weird, except Rarity...kind of...considering she was no longer asking Spike to get out of her mane, and hugging him like a teddy bear. Something was up....
Back on the train, Applejack looked out at the seemingly endless desert, wondering if 'he' would be in Apploosa. That one special sompony that would steal AJ's heart.
"Ma'am, I need to see your ticket." the conductor said.
Applejack obeyed, knowing Apploosa wasn't far. When the train finally pulled up to the station, AJ stepped off, and looked around. It'd been a while since she was here. The last time she was here was before Twilight even got her wings, and AJ had a hard time finding her way around. As she walked into the street, she bumped into another pony.
"Applejack?" a familiar voice said.
Applejack looked up to see her cousin Braeburn. He always uncannily showed up whenever he was needed.
Caramel stared at Applejack in hopes that she wouldn't leave him thinking he was hitting on her in a creepy way. AJ's emerald green eyes were focused on him.
"Aw shoot!" AJ said looking at a wall clock. "Ah better get goin'. Braeburn usually locks his house at night, an' won' open it fer nopony 'till morning."
"Well, um..." Caramel began, but found himself stopping.
"Somethin' wrong sugarcube?" AJ asked.
"Uhh, yeah..." Caramel replied.
"What?"
"If Braeburn has his door locked...You could stay at my house for the night." Caramel said with an awkward smile.
Applejack raised an eyebrow. Something about the way he smiled was...unnerving. Applejack knew Caramel, but not in a...close...way.
"Sure thang!" AJ said with a smile. "If the door is locked, ah'll come straight to your house."
"Okay, it's just around the corner from this bar." Caramel said.
The two ponies bid each other farewell, and left the barn. When Caramel reached his home, he went up to his room, and locked the door. He went over to a chest, and opened it, then dug through it, finally finding what he needed.
"Playbrony, June 27th, 1235: Applejack, Ponyville's local farmer. We got pictures of her for your viewing pleasure."
He brought the magazine over to his bed, and opened it up. He finally found the saucy pictures of Applejack. Most were of her rolling around in the hay in the barn, but one or two were shots of her vagina. Wet and large. Caramel stared it down, his hoof running across the page as if he wanted to stimulate the vagina to the point or orgasm. He kept his eyes fixed on the picture. He imagined what he would do if he got AJ in his house and got her on the bed. His mind had only one word in it: sex. Sex, sex, sex. His mind kept chanting the word.
Caramel hugged the magazine tight. He was so lonely. Never before had he felt this way.
"I was THIS close!" he yelled aloud, clearly pissed and depressed.
There he sat, cying into the picture of Applejack's pussy. He pulled away noticing the tear marks he'd left on the glossy paper. They were right under the vagina. Caramel imagined the tears were AJ's juices from an orgasm. Then it happened. He felt something long slither out of his crotch. He looked down to see his penis, unsheathed from his slit. It was long, black, and clearly liking the pussy shot. Caramel had to blush, even though nopony was watching. Actually, there was ONE pony who was watching.
Applejack peered into the window. She knew this was wrong, but she now understood why Caramel had been acting strange. Not had she wanted a husband, but she wanted a fuckmate. She longed for a family, and now she was old enough, she had to decide whether to accept the D or not.
Applejack looked at Caramel's shaft. She remembered her expertise with measurement. Caramel had a half foot cock. She felt something in her crotch. Her vagina was starting to get wet. Very wet. She then went to the front door.
Shit , Caramel thought. "I'll be right there!" he called.
He hid the magazine in his dresser and kept telling himself to think un-sexy thoughts. After all, you can't answer your door with a boner, now can you? When the stallion made it to the door, he was surprised to see Applejack.
"Why didn't ya just tell me sugarcube?" AJ asked.
"Tell you what?" Caramel answered nervously.
"Come on hon', just because ya like somepony, doesn't mean ya have ta be all weird about it." AJ said, then kissed the stallion before her on the lips.
Caramel was shocked. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't do anything but close his eyes and slide his tongue into the mare's mouth. He tasted her mouth. It had the sweetest taste of apples, a taste like nothing he'd experienced before. Applejack finally pulled away, and met her eyes with her partner.
"You got some kind of barn?" AJ asked.
"This Apploosa. Every property has a barn, even if you don't use it." Caramel confirmed.
"Well then, I understand why ya like me. As a matter of fact, I came here looking for a husband. Now, your member has love letter to write to my back porch." AJ said with lusty bedroom eyes. (Now you know were I got the title.)
"Uh yeah..." Caramel said.
The mare turned around and saw the shilouete of the barn. As she did so, her tail swinged to the side, and rested on her flank. This gave Caramel a direct view of Applejack's "back porch." His mouth watered. He wanted it. Badly.
Caramel followed Applejack to his barn. It was old, creaky, and its cherry-red paint was nearly gone except for a few patches, which were peeling off.
"Were you following me? Or did you legitimately go to Braeburn's to find it locked?" Caramel asked.
"Well, ta be honest, ah thought you were actin' a bit strange, and I wanted ta see what was up. So ah looked at yah from yer window, wit that porn mag, and ah must say, that's a good sized cock." the mare replied.
"Y-You saw me?!" Caramel shrieked.
"Oh come now, don't be so shy. You should be proud." AJ said comforting the slightly pissed, but still very worried stallion.
When the two made it to the barn, Caramel shut the door and locked it. He then lit a small oil lantern. All he used the barn for was storage for hay (he made homemade hayfries and haybacon strips) making a perfect bed to rest on. Applejack brought Caramel over with her, and pinned him down. She then shook her signature stetson off and it landed somewhere in the dark. But the couldn't start now, Caramel had no erection. So AJ had to fix that. She rubbed Caramel's slit lightly, getting a small moan of pleasure out of him, and soon enough, the cock slid out. Applejack looked lovingly into Caramel's eyes. Then the stallion leaned up, and grabbed the red elastic band the held the mare's mane in place. AJ's mane unfirled, falling down into Caramel's face. Then the mare began to slowly slide herself onto the stallions cock. She let out a subtle moan of pleasure as the shaft slid into her. As for Caramel, the wet vagina lubricated his penis, allowing it the slide in easier. Then, the mare leaned over, causing the couple to do a barrel roll. Caramel was now on top.
"Go slow now, sugarcube." AJ instructed.
Caramel began to move his hips back and forth slowly. It was a steady movement, not to fast, as to cause a pre-climax, but not to slow, as to allow stimulation. This went on for a while, AJ letting out small moans of pleasure with each thrust. For the entire time, the two never broke eye contact. They sat under the slowly dyimg oil lamp. Then after about ten minutes, Applejack said she was ready to climax.
"Alrighty sugarcube, I need ya ta speed the humping up, I need to cum." she said.
"Sure thing, I need to cum to," Caramel said, then, in an imitation of AJ's voice,"...sugarcube."
AJ loved Caramel's sense of humor, and kissed him square on the lips, wrapping her tongue around his, feeling his saliva in her mouth. With this, Caramel rapidly increased his thrusting. So, AJ's juices leaked over the long shaft, as Caramel came strands of warm semen into the canal. AJ shrieked in pleasure, as she felt the wet juices, and a bit of blood, as well as cum, empty out of her pussy, and felt the semen travel up her birth canal. Then, Caramel backed out, his cock wet from AJ pussy. He collapsed onto his side, now staring into AJ's eyes.
"You sure have a strong pussy, Applejack." he complimented.
"Much obliged, Caramel."
With that, the two fell asleep, just as the oil lamp burned out.
About a year and a month later...(it's hard to tell, and I'm to lazy to clear up continuity errors.)
The peach orange mare sat in a hospital bed, a small foal in her arms. It was a colt, with a light-ish chocolate mane, and a even lighter chocolate coat. Applejack held the foal carefully, keeping the child tight. The warm little body of the baby was a soothing feeling for the mare. Sitting off to the side, Caramel watched, a smile on his face, as a joyful tear slid down his face. AJ also shed tears of joy. She now had a child, and as for Caramel, he not only had a son, but a wife. Also in the room was Big Macintosh, and a now grown up Applebloom, a cutie mark adorning her flank. The little foal was still asleep in his snug bundle, as the mother's comfort worked it's magic. It was a queer feeling, almost ad if the foal generated a force field around Applejack and Caramel. It was like an impenetrable wall of steel. Then the door opened and in walked five ponies, and a small dragon.
"Congratulations, Applejack. And you too, Caramel." said the alicorn.
"Ah'm proud of ya, sis." Big Mac said.
Neither AJ or Caramel said a word. They were overcome by joy. They even had the perfect name for the foal; Bismarck. The colt grew up to be helpful on the farm, keeping the farm running 'till the day he died. Always strong, always loyal, Bismarck was a successful stallion. He has since been remembered throughout Apple history, and he was probably the most dedicated of the family.
"Huh, fancy meetin' ya here." AJ chuckled.
"Yeah, it seems like we always bump when we meet." Braeburn giggled. "So, what brings you ta Apploosa?" he asked.
"Uhm... No reason." AJ sputtered nervously.
"Mmhm, I see." Braeburn said, seeing through the cover AJ was trying to maintain.
The two trotted into town, in all it's old-timey Western style. But what caught Applejack's eye the most was the way the buildings had a gleam, as if their wood was brand new. They shone in Celestia's sunlight. AJ's mouth opened and she stared in awe when she saw the way town hall looked. It wasn't redone, it was completely rebuilt from the ground up.
"Wow! Just wow, cousin!" Applejack cried.
"So why don't we crash at my house for the night. It's'a gettin' late." Braeburn suggested.
"Ah why the hell not?" AJ agreed.
That night, the two we're eating a nice dinner...of pasta...
"Braeburn... This is good, but, why not something apple related for dinner?" Applejack asked.
"Well ya see, we here in Apploosa planted wheat 'bout a month ago. We here have been cooking up some damn good treats." Braeburn said.
Applejack wasn't to keen on Apploosa turning into Wheataloosa. Not just because of the name sounding bad, but it would ruin the town's history. She reluctantly ate the pasta as she hadn't had lunch. That night before bed, AJ went to the saloon. She took a seat and looked around at the ponies drinking hard cider, and falling off their stools. She slipped out a notebook from her purse and opened it to a blank page. She wrote a small passage:
"Dearest book,
I have been out of luck for some time now. It seems that the special somepony just ain't around when I am. Apploosa seems to have changed quite a bit since I was last here. The only building that doesn't look redone is the muddy old saloon. It still looks like it's going to topple to the ground. I just hope-"
Applejack didn't get to finish her entry because a stallion sat down across from her. He had a golden coat with a brown mane and tail, and three blue horseshoes for a cutie mark. It was Caramel.
"Applejack! It's nice seeing you here." Caramel said cheerfully.
"Uhh howdy, sugarcube. What're you doing here in Apploosa?" AJ asked.
A bit of a chill ran down Caramel's spine. He was so close, but he couldn't tell AJ why he had followed her to Apploosa. He had to think quick. It was either bottle his excitement, and get closer, or release, and let his favorite mare run away.
His FAVORITE MARE.