Jack Plows

I sat alone in the kitchen, at a dining set made for creatures smaller than myself, munching listlessly on a peanut butter sandwich that I couldn't taste. I drank glass after glass of water, restoring all I'd lost from sweat. The house was quiet but for the creaking of the upstairs floorboards. I heard a shower turn on, more creaking of the floor, and the shower turned off. I left my sandwich unfinished.

"Jack," Applejack called down, "shower's free. We don't go to bed dirty in the Apple house."

I climbed the creaky stairs. A light was visible under a door down the hall, and I proceeded to a wide-open door which turned out to be the bathroom. The shower was easy enough to figure out. I had to crouch down to wash my head. The cool water felt good, washing away dirt and sweat and guilt. I dried myself with a towel that AJ had left out for me, before realizing the only clothes I had, the only clothes that would fit me in all the world, were dirty. I wrapped the towel around my waist.

"AJ?" I called into the hall.

"Yeah?" her voice came from behind her closed door.

"I don't have anything clean to wear."

After a few moments, she responded. "I reckon I can wash your clothes tomorrow. For now you can borrow my robe. Come on in."

I went to her doorway, slowly pushing down the handle and opening the door. A sad country song played from a turntable atop her dresser, above which hung a bulletin board plastered with ribbons and medals. She sat before a rustic oak vanity, wearing a green robe and braiding her hair into pigtails.

Her reflection in the vanity mirror smiled at me slightly, dimples forming in her freckled cheeks. "Just a sec, sugar cube." With surprising skill, she finished the second braid and adorned the end of it with a green bow matching the one on the opposite side. The pretty bows and intricate hairstyle softened her appearance, making her seem more feminine and innocent. She stood up and slipped out of her robe, leaving her clad in a white tank top and white panties printed in a cherry motif. They were modest underwear, fully covering the parts of her flanks that they ought to, but the way they ran just under her tail sent a tingle through my crotch just the same. Keep it together, Jack. She needs your sympathy and comfort, not what you're thinking.

With a hoof, she offered me the robe. I tightened the towel around my waist and attempted to don the robe, but there was no way it was going to fit. The sleeves were designed to point forward, so it wouldn't close at the front for me, and it was too small besides.

"Well, it was worth a shot, sugar cube. I guess you'll just have to wear that towel."

"I guess so."

"Here," she took a brush in her mouth and offered it to me. I took it, and watched the rippling muscles of her flanks as she climbed into bed and lay down on her side, facing away from me. "Could you brush my tail?"

"Sure." I looked at the bed and the chair, opting for the latter and placing it next to the bed. I brushed her long, golden tail. The fur gradually softened from the effort. She was silent, listening to the morose country crooning. Occasionally, a timber wolf howl came in through the open window on a gentle breeze that blew the green curtains. Eventually the turntable went silent as well, the quiet motor still operating, the speaker crackling. I got up, tightened the towel around my waist again, and turned the music player off.

"I should get to bed." I covered her with blankets and turned to the door. I turned off the light, letting only moonlight wash in from the window to light the room. "Where should I sleep?"

She turned her head to the side to see me. "Sugar cube? I don't wanna be alone right now. Do you think you could sleep in here? With me?"

My heart skipped a beat. "Sure thing, AJ. Do you have a sleeping bag I could use, or--"

"In here, with me." She pulled the blanket aside with a hoof, revealing the freckles of her back under her tank top, and the barest hint of her panties under her tail. The thick curve of her flank rose under the blankets.

Wordlessly, the floor creaking under my feet, I stepped to the bed, dropped the towel to the floor, and lay down. It creaked under my weight. I settled myself on my side a few inches away, one arm under my pillow, and drew up the covers.

I watched her breathing in the moonlight, her pigtails resting on her neck and the pillow. Her head was lower than mine, so that our butts were about even, given her small pony frame. She backed up to me, her warmth feeling nice under the covers in the cool air of the room. Her mane smelled of soap and fresh sawdust. I let my right arm rest on my own side, draping my forearm between us.

For a time, there was only the sound of crickets and wind. Then, "I've never even touched myself before." It took me a moment before I realized what she was talking about. "Not--that way. Don't know how."

I waited, unsure how to respond to this. Long moments passed with only the breeze for a sound.

"I gotta be honest with you, sugar cube. I think yer real attractive. A part of me was sorta hopin' somethin' might happen between us. You know--romantic-like." A cricket chirped outside. "That was, uh, not exactly what I had in mind. I thought, you know, maybe a kiss in the barn, and I'd blush, and you'd be on your way back to Fluttershy." I put my hand on her side, over her tank top. She went on, more quietly, "Didn't think for a moment I'd be losin' my virginity today. Least of all without my say-so."

I choked up, whispering, "I'm sorry."

"You know, I coulda bucked you offa me at any time. But I didn't." I wasn't so sure about that. She's strong, yes, but still very small, and she was in a compromised position. But I didn't argue.

After a short pause, she went on. "But I reckon you should be sorry, just the same. I feel sorta dirty. Cheap. I woke up this mornin' with sex bein' the last thing on my mind. Never even kissed a stallion before, 'less you count one peck on the cheek in the third grade. Now I'm not sayin' I never had an impure thought in my head, but..." She moved her soft tail back to rest across my naked thigh.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I longed to run away and hide. But she obviously wanted me to stay so she could speak her piece.

"Next thing I know, I'm gettin' held down so I can't get away, a stallion I never met before just--violatin' me." The firm muscles of her plot backed up to my naked penis, rubbing me through her cotton panties. "Fuckin' me like he's outta control." She ground against me, gently, and my cock became rock hard. She looked back at me, and I saw her green eyes beneath her lashes, staring straight into mine. "Puttin' his seed inside of me." She ground against me a little more, her mouth open in a lustful look. "What's worse is, I started to like it." I reached my left arm under her neck, stroking the fur on the opposite side of her face, and reached under her shirt to stroke her soft belly. Then she stopped and turned her head away. "Then he's all ready to run off without so much as a 'howdy-do.' Sorta makes a gal feel like a whore."

"It wasn't like that, AJ."

"How so?" She looked back at me accusingly. Her cotton panties were still firmly planted on my crotch, my shaft held in the fold of her crack.

"Applejack, you're amazing. One of the most genuine peo--ponies I've ever met. And you're beautiful. So very beautiful." I stroked the tuft of her mane that spilled over her forehead, brushing the hair from her eyes.

She blushed in the moonlight, but her face remained stern. "Nopony ever called me that before. My kin used to call me 'cute' when I was a filly, but I ain't heard nothin' like that in a while." Her face became a little angry, then dropped to sadness before she turned away. "Most stallions prefer somepony like Fluttershy, or Rarity. Somethin' pretty and delicate-like, maybe dolled-up. Not a pony like me with hard muscles, a tangled mane, and chipped hooves."

"Well, I think you're beautiful." I smoothed out a few stray hairs behind her ear.

"If that's so, then why were you fixin' to run off as soon as you were finished with me?"

"I felt guilty, AJ. I still do. I thought you'd hate me and never want to see me again."

She considered this. "Well, it ain't so. I like you, sugar cube." Her silky tail traced along my leg. "I'm still not convinced you like me for anything more than my--my pussy can do for you." She took my right hand with her foreleg, slowly leading it down the front of her ribbed tank top. She guided my hand under the front of the shirt, and placed it firmly on her soft teat. She released my hand, leaving me to do what I would.

I stroked and caressed her soft teats, grinding myself into her cotton panties. I kissed at her ear, neck and shoulders, and felt all up and down the wispy fur of her belly. For her part, she backed her ass into me, making me fully hard. With my left arm under her neck, I used the hand to push her muzzle to the side, arched my spine to get to the right angle, and kissed her full on the mouth. Our tongues explored eagerly within each others' mouths.

Our kiss ongoing, I reached over her panties, down further to the back where a pony's marehood is hidden. The underwear was moist, and heat radiated from within her. I touched her lightly over the cotton, and she gasped, pulling away from my mouth for a moment before locking our tongues together again. My palm flat against her marehood, I felt the curves of her buttocks with my outstretched fingers, then pulled my hand away to play with her nipples and stroke her teats once more. I rubbed my exposed manhood against the moist cotton of her underwear, rubbing along the slit and prodding at the covered entrance.

Her head collapsed back to the pillow, and I lay my own head down behind her, smelling the sawdust and soap scent of her mane, admiring the pretty bows at the ends of her pigtails. I continued grinding myself against her underwear, using my free hand to explore the tight, muscular curves of her body down her flanks and under her shirt, feeling up the line of her rib cage to her muscular breast. Kissing the fur of her neck, I ran the hand back down over her soft belly, stroking her teats again. She was grinding against me with desperation, her tail running back and forth along my leg.

My hand slowly crept, fingertips first, under the band of her underwear. I relished in the softness of the skin and sparse fur there. Slowly, my hand crept back further, holding her moistened panties away from her hot vulva, feeling the heat coming off her sex. She dug her hooves, sideways, into the mattress, her eyes shut tight in anticipation. Gingerly, I laid my middle finger across her dripping slit, and she shuddered in response. Slowly, I laid my palm flat against her soft, throbbing marehood, and held it there. She held her breath.

With my left hand, I raised her freckled face again, and kissed her slowly, parting her lips with my tongue while I gently stroked my middle finger across the length of her labia. I pulled my face from hers and brought my finger to my lips so she could watch as I tasted her tangy juices, putting my finger in my mouth and slowly drawing it back out. Her flanks rocked against my bare crotch in response, while she sucked in a sharp intake of breath. "That feels good, sugar cube." Using her forehoof, she guided my hand back down between her hind legs. I reached back inside them, and began rubbing gently at her moistened folds. This time she held my hand in place with her hoof, pressing her other forehoof against the headboard. Her muscular haunches rubbed against me in time to my slow, digital teasing at her entrance. I found her clit, and lightly brushed against it with the tip of my finger. She brought her other forehoof down, doubling the pressure on my hand, while I rubbed her with agonizing slowness. She pressed down on my hand harder with both hooves, just as slowly fucking at my hand with her body. She cried out, loudly, in wordless ecstasy, while her entire body began bucking wildly. As she bucked like an unbroken horse, I was able to keep pressure on her most sensitive area only with the help of her own hooves. Liquid came pouring out of her in spurts as I continued teasing her clit, her body's rocking gradually subsiding until she twitched and then suddenly pulled my hand away.

"Oh, sugar cube, I had no idea it could be that good," she gasped, panting for breath. I had barely touched her, but her inexperience with even so much as masturbation had made her especially sensitive. I brought my hand up to my mouth, licking her from my fingers, and then began to stroke the fur of her foreleg. I kissed at her neck and withers, digging my throbbing cock against her rear end, and she sighed contentedly.

"Hold me, Jack," she whispered. I wrapped my arms around her midsection. The sheets under where I lay were soaked with her. I kept grinding, but she didn't reciprocate. Instead, she put a hoof on my leg to stop my movements. I realized that my raging hard-on would go unattended-to this night. We both drifted off to sleep to the sound of crickets outside her bedroom window.