“You sure you want to do this?” Soarin's voice bore an edge of concern.
“Ah...Ah'm sure, sugarcube,” responded Applejack, her shaky tone giving away the trepidation that she felt.
“You don't sound too sure,” said the blue pegasus, frowning as he looked over his marefriend.
“Ah'm sure!” the orange cowpony shouted, her competitive spirit taking over for a moment. With a blush on her freckled cheeks, she dipped her head and muttered, “Ah'm sorry 'bout that.”
A gentle smile from Soarin lifted her spirit. “It's okay, AJ. I just don't want to do anything you're not comfortable with.” Applejack's face lit up briefly, but the fear still lingered in her eyes. A blue hoof under her chin brought her gaze back up, and Soarin's heart skipped as he sank once again into those familiar, engulfing green eyes. His voice was soft as he said, “You know I care about you, right?”
She smiled shyly. “'Course Ah do. And Ah care 'bout you too, sugarcube.”
“Then you also know,” said Soarin with a smug air, “that I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you.”
He could see her screwing up her courage, a very uncommon sight when it came to matters involving the proud farmer. She closed her eyes and took in several deep breaths, exhaling slowly. At last, she opened her eyes once again and stared straight at Soarin, a fire rising from the glistening green irises. With a steady, firm voice filled with determination, she said, “Ah'm ready when you are.”
Soarin grinned, his expression a perfect representation of excitement and anticipation. “All right. Hold on tight, and for Celestia's sake, don't forget to breathe.” He felt her hooves wrap around his withers, a touch that sent fire rippling through his sleek body. He took a moment to adjust, making sure he was ready to go, and said, “On three. Got it?”
“Got it,” she responded in a quiet but eager inflection.
“Okay then. One...two...THREE!” On the last word, Soarin thrust his body forward with reckless abandon. His wings flared out, then flapped, slowly at first, then faster as he galloped through the grass, trying to pick up enough momentum. On his back, the prone form of Applejack clung tenaciously to his neck, her grip tight but not harsh; she was heavy, being so muscular, but Soarin was confident in his ability, and he surged forward with a mighty leap, wings tearing through the cool night air.
Liftoff! It certainly wasn't as effortless as his usual flights, but the additional strain wasn't as much as he had anticipated, and soon the load-bearing pegasus was several feet above the meadow, his steady wingbeats keeping the pair of ponies aloft. From behind him, he heard a gasp, followed by a quiet, “Landsakes.” He swiveled his head around and grinned at the sight of his marefriend, her wide eyes focused on the familiar surface that was now quite the distance below her. Her gorgeous green eyes were awash with wonder.
The chilly air whipped around the two ponies as Soarin began to climb higher, circling around the spot in the meadow where he and Applejack had enjoyed a moonlit picnic not half an hour ago. He glanced down at the checkered blanket that still lay spread out on the grass, its apple-print pattern becoming indiscernible as he gained altitude. Soon, the blue pegasus was higher than the few trees that dotted the landscape below. His passenger hadn't said anything more as he rose higher, but he felt her exhalations on his withers as she followed his advice and remembered to operate her lungs in this unfamiliar territory. Soarin could only imagine how the earth pony clinging to his back was reacting to the very new feelings of untamed air rushing through her mane and emptiness under her hooves, separating the farm mare from the ground with which she had such a strong connection.
The blue pegasus flashed back to his first flying lesson in Cloudsdale, the fear of leaving the safety of the cloud surface competing with the excitement of maximizing his tiny wings to their fullest potential. His daredevil side had won out, of course, and after a productive stint in flight school, he had trained countless hours to compete for a spot on the Wonderbolts aerial stunt team. His first audition had been unsuccessful, and the disappointment had almost driven him to give up on the spot. However, an older Wonderbolt named Velocity had approached the distraught young colt after the trials and given him words of wisdom and encouragement, convincing him to continue his training and return to try out again. His spirits lifted by the veteran flier, Soarin had redoubled his efforts, and his hard work paid off at the next year's auditions, when he finally landed a spot in the aerial team.
There were several reasons why Soarin loved being a Wonderbolt: the thrill of performing dangerous flying tricks and stunts in front of crowds that watched the daring pegasi with rapt attention; the fame and prestige of being part of an elite group of talented fliers; the adoration of thousands of screaming fans, most of whom were mares that would have been willing to throw themselves at him for a chance to meet one of the Wonderbolts. The most unexpected, yet exhilarating, side effect, however, had come at the Grand Galloping Gala only a few months ago. After performing their usual routine for the Gala opening, the team had been free to attend the formal event, and Soarin's stomach had guided him to the buffet table. A few nibbles of the paltry spread, however, was enough to convince him that he wasn't going to find anything substantial at such a high-class soiree.
That was, at least, until he had run across her.
In an effort to take his mind off his hunger, Soarin had trotted out of the dance hall and toward the Wonderbolts VIP section. While taking in the sights, he had frozen when his eyes beheld, of all things, a stand that looked to be filled to the brim with food, though instead of the usual hors d'oeuvres, this small establishment seemed to be offering a much more filling and satisfying selection of treats. To his surprise, though, it was not the food that captured his attention most of all, but rather the stunning orange mare that stood behind the counter. Her magnificent green eyes flickered around the crowd of ponies eagerly, and beneath her wavy blonde mane with the adorable pigtail, she wore a smile that looked more genuine than any he had seen on the faces of the snobby Gala-goers that night. And her dress! It was a marvelous garment, evoking the sense of a hard-working farmer while at the same time accentuating her toned body; it was a simple get-up, but it truly drew out the mare's natural beauty. Soarin's heart was in his throat, even as he put on a front of bravado when he approached the stand and ordered one “big apple pie.” He desperately wanted to say something, anything more, but instead, his nerves got the better of him, and he walked off, the delicious sugary pastry clutched in his mouth while his spirits sank rapidly.
His second encounter, about a week after the Gala, had been by chance as well. A few days off from practicing and performing left him with some free time, and he took the opportunity to fly to Ponyville, a town he'd heard good things about but had never visited. It didn't disappoint, with its picturesque surroundings, quaint buildings, and wide streets filled with smiling, friendly ponies of all shapes, sizes, and coats. His visit to the local marketplace was a pleasant but forgettable experience, up until the point where a smell triggered the memory of a particularly delectable apple dessert. The scent had led him directly to the Apple family's stand, and there, once again, he had seen the enrapturing earth pony. Her hair was no longer styled, instead tied off with a red ribbon, and the stetson hat atop her head was much more plain than it had been at the Gala, but Soarin still found himself staring at her. The encouraging words of Velocity came flooding back into his mind, and he had worked up the nerve to try again, approaching the orange mare and striking up a conversation.
Her name was Applejack. She had the most endearing accent, and in every sentence, he could hear how much she cared for her family, her work, and her friends. Her enchanting green eyes twinkled every time she talked, and the way the corners of her mouth rose up as she listened to Soarin talk made his heart flutter. The rest of her was easy on the eyes, too, from her thick, muscular hind legs to her bouncing blonde mane; Soarin often wondered what it looked like with the binding undone, flowing freely down her face and neck. Most of all, she was fun to talk to, always with kind advice to give or a laugh to share, and he found her straightforward, honest personality refreshing after dealing with the world of fake, tiresome celebrities for so many years.
His visits to Ponyville and Applejack became more frequent. Soon, every day off was spent flying to the small town and seeking out the orange mare, and as he stopped by her stand more and more, he began to feel a sense of belonging each time he greeted her. Finally, he gathered the courage to ask her on a proper date. Her response had been immediate and affirmative, and the two ponies had enjoyed several dinners and dances together, their time in each other's company filling Soarin's heart with a happiness that he'd never felt before.
This evening had quickly turned into something more special than any of their previous dates after Applejack had posed a simple yet difficult question: “What's it like ta fly?” After attempting (and failing) to accurately describe the sensation of flight, Soarin had finally decided that the very best way for the earth pony to learn the answer to her query was for her to experience it herself. Initially reluctant, Applejack had eventually agreed to accompany the Wonderbolt on a trek through the sky.
From her current look, however, Soarin couldn't tell whether she was terrified or awestruck. He was well above the trees now, the lights of Ponyville illuminating the landscape to their south and the darkness of the Everfree Forest looming off to the southwest. Applejack's eyes were wide, and while her hooves maintained their tenacious grip on Soarin, she was scanning the ground below, her head sweeping slowly from side to side. Their velocity caused her ponytail to flap gently behind her, trailing like a blonde banner. Soarin coughed softly to get her attention. As she tore her gaze from the earth, he said, “You doing okay back there?”
She smiled gently and let out a nervous chuckle. “Ah...Ah guess so. Never quite done anythin' like this before. It's...well, it's pretty incredible, I gotta say.”
Soarin surveyed the view below him. “It's nice, I guess,” he said dismissively.
“Nice?” Applejack said with a surprised tone. “It's a heap of a lot more 'n' nice, sugarcube! It's one o' the most amazin' things I ever seen, bar none. Don't y'all think it's beautiful from up here?”
“Haven't thought about that in a long time,” replied Soarin quietly. “Since I'm up here all the time, I guess I've just gotten used to it.”
“Well shoot,” said the orange earth pony, “y'all pegasi sure do have an amazin' gift, what with yer wings an' all. Be a shame to take 'em fer granted. Ah know iffen Ah had mah own set, Ah'd enjoy these kinda things as much as Ah could.”
The blue pegasus grinned as he absorbed his marefriend's home-grown wisdom. He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to imagine the world below through the eyes of an earth pony that had never had the chance to fly before. When he opened them again, his breath caught in his throat, and he dipped slightly before re-engaging his wings, Applejack's grip on his body tightening as he did. The sight that graced his vision was unlike anything he'd ever known before. Luna's silver-glowing moon cast a soft illumination over the earth below, giving everything beneath him a calming ambiance. The trees that dotted the landscape were little more than small specks of dark green amidst a sea of lighter green, their jagged shadows dancing as the grass rustled from a calm night breeze. Ponyville stood as a backdrop of silhouettes, dotted with tiny pinpricks of flickering light that looked similar to a field full of flitting fireflies on a warm autumn evening. Never before had the little town looked so endearing, nor had the outline of the Everfree Forest seemed more foreboding, as it lurked like an unnatural, black-cloaked specter on the horizon, beckoning the unsuspecting into its dark clutches. Several silver-tinged clouds hung in the sky, the spaces between their wispy circumferences filled with sparkling stars. Soarin's jaw hung open as he took in the Equestrian countryside.
His marefriend's voice broke his trance. “Y'all right, Soarin?” she said, her mouth close to his ear.
He looked back with a smile. “Yeah, I'm good. And I have to admit, you're right: the view from up here is pretty amazing. Thanks.”
“Thanks fer what, sugarcube?” asked Applejack.
“Thanks for helping me see it all in a whole new way.” Soarin sighed contentedly as he continued to glide through the night air, the body of the orange mare on his back making him feel warm on the outside and the inside.
After several more minutes of silent flight, Applejack spoke up again. “Say Soarin, ya think ya could land on one o' them clouds a minute?”
He cocked his head back in surprise. “Sure, but why? You know only pegasus ponies can walk on clouds.”
“Ah know,” she responded quickly, “but Ah've got a little surprise fer ya.”
A smirk spread across his face as he turned toward a nearby cumulus. “A surprise, huh? Like what?”
She responded with her own sly grin. “Nuh-uh, I ain't tellin' 'til ya've landed.” She narrowed her eyes and smiled, her face the very picture of mischievousness.
Soarin shook his head and continued his flight to the cloud. He rose swiftly, then with several prolonged flaps, he lowered himself and his passenger slowly until his hooves touched the surface of the puffy mass. As he alighted on the cloud, the familiar pressure of Applejack's hooves around his neck and barrel suddenly lessened, and he whipped his head around quickly. His heart stopped for a moment as he watched his marefriend release her grip on his body and begin to tumble off on his right side. He cried out and began to spin around, reaching out a hoof to grab her, but stopped short when her body didn't plummet straight through the white surface below; instead, she landed on her back on the top of the cloud, her hooves tucked in to her body. Soarin's mouth fell agape. His brain scrambled to find a suitable response to the strange sequence of events, but the most eloquent statement he managed to choke out was, “Huh-wha?”
Applejack began to giggle, her mirth doing little to calm Soarin's recently frazzled nerves. Still at a loss for words, he remained silent while her laughter began to subside, and finally, she rolled over onto her side and looked up at him. With merriment in her voice, she said, “Ah bet yer wonderin' what the hay's goin' on.”
A brief nod was the only reply he could formulate.
“Well, Ah'll be honest with ya,” she began, “Ah'd been thinkin' 'bout ya bein' able ta fly fer a while now, an' Ah found myself wonderin' what it'd be like. Finally, Ah figured Ah'd just up 'n' ask ya, but Ah knew somewhere in mah mind that ya might get the idea ta take me fer a ride; looks like Ah was right about that, huh?” Soarin met her with further silence, and she coughed once before continuing, “Anyways, Ah thought, 'Better safe 'n sorry,' so Ah asked mah unicorn friend Twilight t' cast a spell that'd let me walk on clouds.” She patted the fluffy surface beneath her for emphasis. “And here Ah am, up here on a cloud fer the second time in mah life.”
“The...second time?” Soarin managed.
“First time was at th' Best Young Fliers Competition, when me an' the girls was cheerin' fer Rainbow Dash when she pulled off that sonic rainboom.” The orange mare scratched her chin thoughtfully. “Iffen Ah recall, y'all were right there when it happened.”
“Yeah, I was,” said Soarin slowly, “but I was kind of...unconscious at the time.” He shuffled a front hoof on the cloud below him, looking down in shame as the embarrassing memory resurfaced.
Applejack chuckled. “Right, Rarity. Well, that certainly was an eventful day, anyway.” Her face grew pensive. “Jus' think about it...there we were, both of us in Cloudsdale, and Ah don't think we even gave each other a second look. An' now look at us, sittin' here on a cloud hundreds o' feet above the ground, jus' the two of us.” That familiar sly smile crept onto her face once again, and she beckoned to Soarin with her hoof.
The Wonderbolt grinned widely and stepped next to the reclining mare, dropping to all fours beside her. Almost out of instinct, their muzzles drifted together, and their lips joined in a short, simple kiss. As Soarin attempted to pull away, a strong pressure on his withers prevented him from doing so; Applejack's hoof had snaked around behind his head, and from the look in her eyes, she wasn't quite ready to stop their make-out session. Only too happy to oblige, the blue pegasus brought his mouth to meet hers once again, his own hoof draping across her prone form and idly rubbing her side. The earth pony's tongue flicked across his lips, a tease that caused him to shiver from the pleasant tingle, but he didn't relinquish access right away, keeping his mouth closed. Another lick, this one much more drawn out, sent sensations through his head again, and he finally stopped leading his marefriend on and unsealed his mouth, allowing her passage. Their muzzles moved closer together as their jaws opened wider, and her tongue began its exploration of his teeth and gums, her long, slow brushes leaving the tantalizing taste of crisp, fresh apples in his maw. His own tongue rose from its dormancy and joined hers in an intricate ballet, the two pink organs tangling together as they moved back and forth between the two warm mouths. Each contact of Soarin's taste buds on Applejack's active tongue gave him the pleasure of her flavor, and each surge of hot breath that coursed through their locked lips only heightened the responses on his sensitive organ. His mind and body began to warm up, slowly but steadily.
Their passionate kissing didn't last nearly long enough, even though it felt like an eternity of bliss to Soarin, and the two ponies finally separated their muzzles, a thin string of saliva stretching between their open, panting mouths. The pegasus' hoof continued its gentle caress of the orange mare's side, his mind focused completely on the pony in front of him. Her eyes were half-lidded, the piercing green irises focused intently on his own. Her smile was soft and inviting, and her trademark stetson was skewed to one side. He caught his breath and beamed as he stared at her, his beautiful marefriend. Sweet Celestia, I could just look at her every day for the rest of my life, and I'd die a happy stallion.
He saw her mouth move, saying something softly, but his internal monologue coupled with the heat that was coursing through his head with each steady beat of his heart made the words sound muffled. He blinked twice to clear his thoughts and said, “What was that, AJ?”
She grinned. “Ah said, 'Ah love ya,' ya big lug.” She planted a quick peck on the end of his nose.
He responded by doing two things that came as perfectly natural: he smiled wide and said, “I love you, too.” He'd uttered those words to AJ before, and while he'd been sincere, somehow, up here on a cloud, stretched out next to the orange mare, it had never sounded more right, more true. The full implications of his declaration of love came crashing into his mind, and to his surprise, he found himself willing to accept each and every circumstance that could arise as a result of uttering those three simple words, so long as it meant he could be with her, his ravishing earth pony, each step of the way. His heart doubled its efforts, filling his body with warmth as his blood shot through his veins, and he leaned in to kiss her again.
An orange hoof halted his progress. His face filled with concern as he studied Applejack's features, looking for some indication that he'd done something wrong, but he was met with a foxy smile and eyes that sparkled playfully in the moonlight. She spoke, her voice little more than a whisper. “Soarin...Ah think Ah'm...ready.”
At this rate, he was sure to have a heart attack before too long, considering how quickly the organ began to pound inside his barrel. Soarin had been on several dates prior to meeting Applejack, and without fail, he had tried to move too fast and force the relationship to move forward before the mare had been willing. With the orange cowpony, he had determined that he was not going to let his natural desire for fleshly pleasure serve as an impediment in his romantic pursuit of her. As a result, the idea of intimacy had rarely come up between the dating ponies, considering how fresh their relationship still was, and at Soarin's insistence and Applejack's agreement, impassioned kissing and making out was the farthest the two of them had gone. Now, however, the horseshoe was on the other hoof, and for the first time, Soarin felt very unworthy, almost as though he was a commoner that had been offered all the riches of Canterlot. Distracted by his thudding heart, his brain whirled to find an appropriate response to the orange pony's unexpected advance. He finally managed to stammer out, “Are...are you sure?”
Her eyelids closed for a moment, and he was certain she was going to retract her previous statement, but she nodded slowly, her mouth still turned up in a smile. She opened her eyes again – those incredible green eyes – and said in the same quiet voice, “Ah am. Y'all flew me up here, into your world, and gave me this amazin' experience. Ah didn't think it was possible, but Ah've found mahself fallin' fer ya, sugarcube.”
He interjected, “Don't say that too much; we're pretty high up,” chuckling slightly as he hoped the humor would calm him down.
It didn't work. The mere sight of her widening grin as she reacted positively to his joke was enough to send a fresh wave of heat through his body, a sensation that was simultaneously immensely pleasurable and a bit mortifying. She spoke up again, a little more confidence in her tone. “Ah have, though. When yer gone, Ah think about ya, and when yer here, Ah think about ya even more. Ah really, truly, never thought Ah'd feel this way 'bout anypony, but...well, Ah do. Ah love ya with all mah heart, Soarin, and Ah want us ta be together, as close as two ponies can be.”
His fears, doubts, and reservations evaporated as her words flowed out like sweet honey to his ears. Without a word, he surged his muzzle forward to meet hers in another intense kiss, their excited mouths foregoing any sort of teasing and instead launching straight into a full-on assault of interlocking tongues. While their jaws were so entangled, Soarin slowly rose up and shifted over, straddling Applejack's reclining form. After one final rub of his tongue against hers, he pulled away from the kiss, the mare giving a little moan of disappointment as the contact broke. Soon, however, she uttered soft coos of pleasure as Soarin stepped backwards, sliding his head down her body. She gingerly rotated so she was lying flat on her back, and as her hind legs spread beneath Soarin, he could feel a slight warmth down below. He grinned, then worked his mouth slowly down, leaving a trail of wet kisses on her orange fur. Her soft moans encouraged him as he descended, ever closer to her treasure below.
His jaw made contact with her tiny nub, and she cried out in surprise as he brushed over the sensitive bundle of nerves. With one final kiss just above the love button, Soarin lowered his head down, finally getting a view of his marefriend's most sensitive areas. Her slit was small, and a skinny stream of clear liquid ran along her inner thigh, dampening her coat slightly. The smell of her arousal was sweet and strong in his nostrils as he brought his nose close to her entrance, and he inhaled deeply, his head swimming with pleasure as he breathed in her earthy scent. His tentative tongue snaked out of his mouth and made contact with the soft flesh, eliciting another cry from Applejack. He licked up the length of her opening, tasting her juices as she moaned in ecstasy. Back down went his tongue, rubbing along the edges of her marehood once again and filling his mouth with her flavor, like fresh-squeezed cider made from the ripest apples. As he worked up and down, up and down, Applejack's fluids flowed more freely, and the vocalizations of her pleasure grew louder and louder. Soarin looked up from his gentle licking and saw her lying prone, her forehooves clutching at her head as she panted. Her eyes glistened with her desire and desperation, and she said breathlessly, “Please...don't stop.”
He smiled and returned his attention to her moist entrance. After a few more licks down her length, he stopped mid-lick and pressed his snout against her marehood, his tongue slipping inside her easily. Applejack screamed as her treasure was penetrated, and the pegasus felt her inner walls pulsate with pleasure. He slid his tongue around the edges of her passage, exploring her moist depths with his eager organ accompanied by her wordless shouts of approval. The soft flesh seemed to grasp at his tongue as he swirled it around in circles, reaching as far inside as he could. Her scent was almost overpowering from this close, and his mind reeled with unfettered joy as he continued his internal ministrations.
Her shrill cries were replaced by a desperate moan as he finally withdrew his tongue from her passage, his snout soaked with her fresh juices. Soarin hesitated for a moment before turning his attention to the same nub from earlier, and as he brushed it with his tongue, a new cacophony of pleasured cries erupted from the orange mare. He moved closer and closed his lips around the sensitive flesh. The volume of Applejack's shouts nearly doubled as he delicately sucked on her clit, his tongue dancing over it from time to time and drawing out elongated moans from the earth pony. His head swam with heat, and his heart raced with more excitement than he'd ever felt, even when performing death-defying stunts. His own arousal had long ago slipped from its sheath, and he could feel it hardening as he sucked on Applejack's fleshy button.
A blue hoof reached in to join Soarin's mouth, caressing the orange mare's wet nethers softly. Judging by her loud screams, the pegasus knew it wouldn't be much longer before the farmer came, and her cries of “Ah...Ah'm gonna...” confirmed his suspicions. With increased vigor, he rubbed her entrance with his hoof and clamped his lips down tight on her clit, sucking harder as her hips rocked back and forth. With one final yell, Applejack's body tensed, her rear hooves kicking straight out and her back arching, and Soarin felt a rush of fluid pour out of her depths and soak his hoof as he stroked her. As she settled into the cloud again, the pegasus drew back his hoof and released her button with one final, gentle kiss, resting his head on her stomach and looking up at her face with a satisfied grin.
After several deep breaths, the earth pony finally found her voice. “Hoo wee...that sure was somethin'.” She glanced down at the pegasus, and he smiled back. Her eyes narrowed, and she said intensely, “Reckon we ain't done jus' yet, though.” Soarin's eyes widened as the orange pony slowly and carefully rose to her hooves, the pegasus sitting on his haunches as she slid out from underneath him. He watched her eyes as they drifted down his body, and he followed her gaze to find the object of her attention. It was quite plain to see, as his entire length seemed to be sticking straight out from between his hind legs. He flushed a little in embarrassment, but Applejack's face contorted into a wicked grin. She looked up from admiring his sizable member and said, “Yer turn, sugarcube. Lie down.”
He followed her order almost without thinking, lying flat on his back on the cloud surface; fortunately, this particular cumulus was not too small, and the two ponies were still safely away from the edge. Soarin's blush intensified as his erection pointed straight up into the cool night air, the feel of the chilly atmosphere contrasting with the intense heat that flowed through his entire body and throbbed in his exposed stallionhood. A brief giggle drifted to his ears before a soft hoof wrapped around the base of his sensitive shaft, and he gasped at Applejack's gentle touch that sent a shiver of pleasure rushing through his member.
She stroked up, surprisingly fast, and his breath caught as the first feeling of friction forced a wave of glorious bliss through his entire body. His cock twitched as Applejack began to slowly stroke up and down, much as he had teased her entrance with his tongue, and his head pounded with pleasure as her soft touch ran repeatedly along the length of his member. He closed his eyes and moaned quietly, then gasped again when he felt a warm wetness on the head of his erection; he looked up to see Applejack's tongue running along the tip of his stallionhood as her hoof continued its steady movement. The heightened sensation of her moist, gentle tongue caused fresh spasms of pleasure to run through his body, and he threw his head back and groaned through gritted teeth as the orange mare worked her magic.
Even as the farmpony's smooth strokes and soft licks sent surge after surge of bliss through Soarin's body, an ache began to build up in his heart. He propped himself up into a sitting position and placed a hoof on the orange pony's shoulder. She looked up mid-lick, her eyes shining with joy and anticipation. Words failed him for a moment, but he recovered and addressed his marefriend. “AJ?”
She pulled her head back, the sudden absence of her tongue on his sensitive head leaving it exposed to the night. Her eyes flashed with concern. “What's th' matter, sugarcube? Am Ah doin' somethin' wrong?”
Soarin shook his head quickly. “No, no, that's not it.” He fumbled to find the right words. “Don't get me wrong, you're doing...great, and it feels incredible, but I just...” His speech failed him for a moment, and he closed his eyes and inhaled a deep breath. “I want...you.”
Her face contorted in confusion, but the meaning of his statement seemed to strike home a second later. “Ah think Ah understand,” she drawled quietly, releasing his member from her hoof's delicate grasp. His erection twitched as her appendage pulled away. Applejack's words shook almost imperceptibly as she said, “Y'all are ready fer the...main event.”
Soarin smiled softly. A flood of clarity ran through his brain, and as the ideas raced through his mind, he formed them into words. “Ever since we met, I think. Somewhere deep inside, I've always been ready, but the time was never right. I didn't want to do anything we were gonna regret; I didn't want to risk losing you.” Her expression softened as he poured out his heart, the faintest glimmer of moisture forming in the corners of her eyes. “I've never wanted another pony more than I've wanted you these last few months, because I...love you, AJ. I'm not just saying that because it sounds good, or because it's what you want to hear; I mean it with every fiber of my being. You're the most...real, down-to-earth pony I've ever met, and every time you talk, I know it's coming straight from your heart. I love it when you smile, and when you frown, all I can think about is what I can do to cheer you up. I...can't see myself with anypony else in Equestria.” He sighed as his confession ended, a weight lifted from his spirit.
A single tear ran down her freckled cheek, and she sniffled once before she said, “Ah know how ya feel, Soarin, cause Ah'm in the same boat. Yer an amazin' stallion, sweet an' thoughtful an' kind even though yer famous an' all, an' Ah think Ah'm the luckiest mare this side of Canterlot to have ya fer mah own.” A look of determination came over her face. “Y'all were waitin' fer the right moment, an' Ah'm gonna tell ya straight, this is it.” She stamped her hoof emphatically, and her voice soared with new strength as she said, “Yer the feller fer me, sugarcube, an' Ah'm ready for us ta go all th' way.” With a giggle, she turned her attention back to his erection, which still pointed toward the sky. “And from the look of it, Ah ain't the only one.”
Soarin chuckled and blushed as her focus turned back to his stallionhood. “So...how do you want to...?”
She grinned saucily. “Jus' leave it ta me, hun. Y'all lean back an' brace yerself, y'hear?”
Soarin smiled as Applejack stepped over his body to position herself, finally standing above his reclining form with her wet marehood perched above his stiff member. With one forehoof, she reached back and gripped his erection, the returning sensation of her touch sending a fresh shiver through his innards. He watched as her face screwed up in concentration, her slit, still glistening from her earlier flow of juices, lowering slowly toward his waiting stallionhood. After an excruciating amount of time, sensitive flesh met sensitive flesh, and both ponies gasped as they made contact. The heat emanating from her entrance was a welcome contrast to the chilly atmosphere atop the cloud, and for a moment, Soarin's member remained poised at her entrance, his head burning with desire as he fought with his body to resist the urge to plunge inside the mare's slick treasure.
With a gasping breath, Applejack lowered herself down, and Soarin's mind exploded. He gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes shut as her marehood slowly, painstakingly enveloped him, her body sliding down his shaft. Her inner walls seemed to clutch at his cock as it disappeared inside her, and she was tight, almost uncomfortably so. The feel of her warmth and wetness engulfing his erection sent pulses of unbridled pleasure through his body, and as she sank lower and lower with her hind hooves planted on the cloud surface beside his hips, her moans and gasps let him know that she was very much enjoying this as well. Even as his penetrating stallionhood met resistance from her constricted passage, she pushed on, the sweet friction of her inner walls caressing his throbbing member and driving him mad with thrills.
He felt a pressure on the skin around the base of his shaft, and he peeked at the scene before him. His eyes opened wide when he saw that blue coat had met orange at the point of contact; somehow, she had managed to take his entire length inside her. He looked up at her, impressed, and saw the strain on her face as she breathed slowly. She looked down at him and put on a smile; the concern on his face must have been evident as she said, “Don't worry...Ah'm all right. Hurts a little, but...oh Celestia, it feels so good...” Her front hooves came to rest on his muscular barrel. “Gonna start...movin' now.”
Soarin nodded, and with a grunt, Applejack tensed her strong hind legs and began to rise up. Her passage seemed loathe to give up its new occupant, and her walls clutched at his member as she slid slowly and deliberately up his shaft. The tightness of her entrance gripped his length, fresh waves of pleasure rippling down the rigid stallionhood even as it was released from her grasp. Soon, only his head was left inside, her inner walls seeming to clamp on it desperately in an effort to prolong the sensation of being filled. His entire shaft was coated with a thin layer of her fluids as she hesitated, poised above him, before dropping back down, faster this time. Her love tunnel eagerly welcomed back the presence of his erection, clenching tight around it again as he sank into her body once again and sending electricity through his body.
As the orange mare raised and lowered herself onto his shaft, her speed gradually increasing, Soarin grunted and groaned from the feelings of pleasure that shot through his member and pulsed through his entire being as her warm, wet passage rubbed along his length. Her own voice tore through the still night air, her moans and cries of bliss causing Soarin's pride to swell. As she thrust more and more vigorously, he watched her bouncing body with rapt attention, her head thrown back and her tongue hanging out the side of her open mouth. Her stetson sat in its familiar place atop her head, and her golden ponytail swung freely from side to side with each ascent and descent, his stiff stallionhood filling her over and over. Soarin blushed as he watched her writhe atop his body. She looked wild, untamed, even slightly desperate as she rode up and down his erection; in the gleaming moonlight, he thought she had never looked more stunning than she did right then, milking his member for all it was worth.
A familiar tingling began to build in the pegasus' testicles. Judging from his lover's ever-louder shrieks of pleasure, he could tell that she was coming close to the brink, and Soarin was determined not to disappoint her during their first session of love-making. With a grunt, he repressed the urge to finish, instead reaching out his forehooves to grasp the farm pony's hips. As she came crashing down onto him once again, he bucked his hips skyward, hilting inside her quickly, then pulled away as she rose up again. She cried out in surprise as he began to move in tandem with her, rising up to meet her when she came down and lowering himself back to the cloud when she lifted herself back up. The tingle in his loins returned with a vengeance, filling his mind with the desire to unleash his load inside the orange mare. With all his willpower, he battled back the urge and concentrated on Applejack's moans and shouts. The volume of her voice rose higher and higher as he continued his upward thrusts into her welcoming passage, her own movements slowing a bit as he began to ram into her harder, grunting with the strain of both his hip movements and his attempts to beat back the almost unbearable desire to cum.
At last, with a gasping shout, Soarin succumbed to the building pressure, his first burst of semen firing out into the cowpony's tight passage even as her own scream reached its crescendo. As he plunged into her again and again, shooting out his load, he felt her inner walls clamp down once more, and a rush a liquid mixed with his cum as Applejack's orgasm sent a fresh flow of juices running over the pegasus' erection. His movements slowed as his testicles seemed to empty their contents completely, the excess fluids from the two ponies' frenzied intimacy leaking out of her passage and onto his shaft. Finally, Soarin brought his hips down to rest on the cloud surface, and Applejack collapsed beside him, his shrinking member still buried inside her. With one last grunt, she lifted her haunches and broke the connection with a slick popping noise, a thin tendril of liquid suspended between his stallionhood with her marehood. Her body sank into the welcoming cloud with a sigh.
For several minutes, the only sound from atop the fluffy white cumulus was labored breathing as the blue pegasus and the orange earth pony basked in the afterglow of their intense love-making. Applejack's hoof draped over Soarin's barrel, and he slid his own hoof around her, rubbing her shoulder idly. At last, the farmer lifted her head up and smiled weakly at the Wonderbolt. “Thank ya, Soarin,” she whispered as she nuzzled his neck.
He kissed her forehead. “Thank you more, AJ.” He heard her steady breathing, each exhale blowing across his fur and sending slight sensations through his body. He held her tighter to his body and said quietly, “Love you.”
From beneath his chin, he heard a muttered, “Love ya,” before Applejack's breathing slowed back down. Soon, her barrel rose and fell evenly as sleep claimed the tired earth pony.
Soarin smiled as he felt fatigue begin to claim him as well. When he closed his eyes, all he could picture in his mind was a mare's freckled face with a wide grin and a brown stetson hat. His smile grew as he drifted into slumber, his dreams filled with an image he hoped would never vanish: an orange earth pony, her three-apple cutie mark shining in the sun, and her golden mane flowing behind her as she galloped over the grassy ground and laughed loud and long.
