Applejack stood confused and conflicted admidst the madness Shawn had unleashed on her barn. Her hoof hovered in the air. Held there by her iron-strong sense of responsibility and hospitality to tell him to stop making a mess. Let her find whatever has whipped him into a frenzy.
And yet, she kept it from making a move.
It hovered, caught in the moment and the power and the body shakes and dirty ideas and pervy thoughts and all sorts of foolishness a mare like herself shouldn't be thinking when it came to Shawn.
But she did.
Because he asked for her help. Not Twilight. Not Rainbow Dash or any of the other girls.
Her and her alone.
The human hotfooted by her, hauling all sorts of bath goods and towels like he was organizing the biggest bath party in the country. He clearly couldn't make up his mind. Shawn rolled in a wooden tub he borrowed from the main barn and started filling with buckets of water. Then he face-palmed, muttering all sorts of oddness. He left and returned with an extra-long garden hose, dragging it along until he reached the tub and started adjusting the nozzle.
In all his excitement, did he forget about the mare in the room?
Shawn gave her some sort of spiel about wanting to their ride (and her) to be like ones the whorses gave on his world. You know; silent, dead-eyed, creepier than a boat with no passengers heading down a river. While she tried not to get offended, he kept on pouting at her and giving those sad, sad eyes that could give a pack of puppies a run for their money. Communication and connection, he kept on preaching and Applejack let him have it because she could understand. Somewhat. She did own Winona, her rascal of a dog.
But if Winona could talk, Applejack would never ask her to stop.
Applejack approached him from behind, watching the human fill the tub on his knees. With him balled up like that, he looked a lot more shorter than his typical height. If you defined typical as being so tall she had to inch her hat out of the way to look him in the eye properly. What were those magic words he told her? Green to continue. Yellow to slow down. Red to stop. They all seemed silly so Applejack just said what was on her mind.
“I thought you just wanted a ride.”
Shawn turned his head, still looking giddy like she felt when he picked her to help him with his sleeping problem. Sleepwalking. The moment Shawn landed on Equestrian soil, he'd been besieged by the urge to ride a pony (crazy, right?) for all that they were worth. But for some reason, he wouldn't just ask for permission. Thinking about it made Applejack roll her eyes. Even she asked Winona if she was up to it before they went out to herd critters for Fluttershy.
“Red,” he said, giving her a pointed stare. “And I do. I just wanted to prep you. It's part of the whole experience of taking care of a horse... I mean, helping your equine friend.” He quickly added. “I'm sorry I'm taking so long. It's just you're a equine but not a... animal. You wouldn't treat aliens like animals even if they looked like anim... I should just shut up.”
His eyes focused on her lips, making them heat up like she pressed them up against hot coals. So dry they felt, that her tongue licked down her plump bottom lip, slowly wetting each and every crack and curve. Up and down, her tongue slid. Moistening everything because even if she shouldn't be talking, her mouth could still be put to good use.
“You're messing with me. Of all people, I thought you would have took this seriously,” he said. “Look, I don't know how you ponies use your words. We share a lot. Equestrian is surprisingly similar to English but I know some of the words I say have different meanings here. When I say ride, I mean ride. No hidden innuendo, okay?”
“Don't think so hard about it, Shawn,” she answered, letting her voice drop into a pitiful moan. “I'm just feeling neglected and left to my own devices.” Applejack strutted away, swaying her hips as her tone turned naughty. “If you don't watch me, I might slip away.” Her thick tail curled around her hind-leg as she parted her legs, giving Shawn a veiled show of all he was missing. Mmmh, she already felt wet down there. “Jo-”
The human had already turned away, continuing to silently filling the tub.
“Hey, don't ignore me,” she shouted, stomping right back over. “That was a great show, wasn't it? I was just joshing you, Shawn. I know that you're serious with this ride thing but I was just having some fun. You haven't even strapped me up yet.”
Shawn mumbled something under his breath.
“What's that?”
Shawn mumbled even louder.
“Come again?”
“You're... sexy when you want to be,” His words ran together but she heard him clearly. “But I'm trying to not get focused on how you act. Just what you are.”
“What am I?”
“A pony. Don't read too much into that,” he answered. “But we both have things to do today. You have your work around the farm and I got mine. Me just washing you and riding you for a bit shouldn't take too long if we just get to it.” Shawn smiled, his cheeks redder than ever. “So are you still interested?”
“Of course, I'm your friend,” she stated, wanting to add something else. “Bark.”
“That's not what I meant, you silly mare,” he chuckled. “I guess if we aren't riding yet... We can fool around to get it out of the way. I'm not that good with girls but I can tell that you have something you want me to help you with too. You mares are way too casual about sex than the women I know back at home. So... green?”
“It's just how it is.” Mares who were too quiet to speak their mind didn't get stallions. “Green.”
She pursed her lips, making a pop sound that echoed and echoed despite her heart pounding in her chest and the family blood in her veins shrieking that she oughta know better about messing with a stallion. Shameless. Honest. All was fair in love and war. Shawn kept staring, growing redder than an apple. He gulped, thirsty for all she had to give. He looked about ripe. It was time to harvest him before she lost this moment.
She walked around him, brushing her body against his. Her tail made contact with his back. Rising up along his shoulders before she flicked the fluff of the blonde tip in front of his nose. Heat rose through her thighs, little drops trickling down. Her sensual scent, hot and heavy, took to the air. She was being wanton, just like those whorses, but if they were playing pretend... Why couldn't she be as honest as possible? She strutted ahead and arched, parting her legs and moved her tail out of the way.
The mare waited, face flushed. She imagined what Shawn saw on his end. Her pink cunt glistening as she exposed herself. Juices making her curvy thighs and tight ass too tempting to ignore. Applejack held the position, panting, tail shaking as she waited for him to descend on her and ride her like a beast.
“You're such a dirty mare. I'm going to have to use every trick in the book to get you clean.”
She finally heard him getting up, walking in her direction. Then out of nowhere, she was hit with a jet of warm water. She yelped, trying to shy away from the blast but Shawn was quicker than her, hauling the hose around. He circled. The water was relentless, hitting her hooves and her sides and soaking her to the bone.
Then the jet went between her thighs, gushing against her cunt and sending ecstasy through her core.
“That's the dirtiest part of you. I'm going to have to increase the pressure.”
Applejack moaned, her body leaning back, riding the stream.
“How does it feel? Getting clean is better than being dirty, I hope.”
Her hips shook as she came, knees rocking together. The mare collapsed faster than a barn on fire. Applejack huffed, gasping. Her tail too heavy to lift from the water it absorbed. The hose turned off and Shawn was upon her, squeezing out the soap on her limp body. Globs of rose-scented body wash squirted all over her backside, the sharp cold making her breath hitch. It oozed all over her, making her skin tingle as it coated her fur. She needed to catch her breath but the human kept her under, kneading her shoulder blades. Massaging out the knots in her muscles she'd been carrying for weeks.
She tried to stand up, pushing her ass into the air but Shawn gripped her rear. A excited giggled escaped her lips. She tried to stand up again but Shawn was stronger than he looked, keeping her in place. His fingers groped her cheeks, squishing and squeezing on the soft flesh. Applejack wriggled, lost in the sensation. His thumbs went for her cutie marks, pressing hard and making her squeal. Goddamn. She sounded like a bitch in heat. She couldn't whip her tail into his face so she settled for backing into him. Humping his leg as she was covered in bubbles. Her cunt found his clothed knee and made it slick with her feminine fluids. The friction wasn't as good as the hose but it was good enough, making her pant in place.
Applejack shuddered, his fingers were going everywhere.
Something prodded against her backdoor. She recognized the digit as his thumb and felt it rub her ass hole as if it was taking its shoes off before going inside. The thumb and his index finger gently entered her, spreading the tight space for more company. A third finger joined the party and she felt ready to take this to the next level. Applejack tried to slide back on his fingers but they made a hook-like move inside of her and she spazzed, her body clenching together as she came again on the spot. So Shawn was an ass-man, was he? She could work with that.
But Shawn slipped free from her, quickly lathering her legs before he escaped.
Then came back the hose, washing her clean.
The soapy run-off spilled onto the floor, painting the ground in white suds and glossy bubbles. Once she was free from any trace of soap, Shawn turned off the water. Spoil sport. Applejack wrung out her tail until it was just damp and headed toward the tub.
“Red,” he said, finding the floor better to look at than her. That needed to be fixed. “So you feeling clean yet?”
She turned on her hooves. "I'm cleaner than I've ever been," Applejack hummed, walking closer to him. "But I can't have such a dirty man on my back." Shawn reeked of her essence, her sweet juice staining the front of his pants.
"You make a good point," he said with a stutter. "But we really can't be-"
"We got that big tub there," she added. "Perfect for you."
They shared a look.
"I have done baths before."
Applejack nodded.
Shawn got naked, sliding off his slacks and work shirt.
As he stripped, Applejack enjoyed the show. Watching as his thick half-hard package swung between his legs. With a cock that thick, she wondered why he wasn't more cocky about it. He got into the tub, wincing. "Jeeze, I really should have added more cold water. You'd think it would have cooled by now." Steam rose from the tub's edges, the heat making the human sweat.
Applejack took a whiff of the smell rising. Shawn's phenomenons and the arousal in the air. His scent was different than what she expected. Less pungent than a regular stallion and faintly smelling of apples. Of course, since he lived on her farm, it would make sense for him to smell like that.
"What are you thinking so hard about?" Shawn asked her, his eyes crinkling. "Green? Wait, if I'm being the one washed, whose in charge?"
"That's easy to find out." Applejack stepped into the tub big enough to hold six ponies, perching on top of Shawn's hips. She wrapped her hooves around his neck. "Up." Shawn rose his hips, his eager cock poking against her entrance. "Down." His hand smacked her ass. "That's not what down means." She chided, backing away a little to rub her thighs around his member. Sliding through her slick hips, his cock grew harder. White pearls appeared on the head before they made their way to her fur, staining it with their color and smell.
"You didn't say green."
"Oh, I didn't did I?" She said, amused. "How long do you think you can hold on without me saying it? I have a feeling that my mouth is about to be a bit too full to be spouting any words."
Applejack let Shawn go and backed away to his cock her full attention.
She pressed her lips against it, feeling it twitch before she widen her mouth and took it in. Shawn grunted, his hands finding their way to her shoulders. She bobbed her head up and down. Letting the tip of the cock get nice and acquainted with the inside of her mouth before she swallowed any more. Pre-cum dribbled down her lips as she worked, eyes falling closed. Shawn's hips started to jerk, trembling under her. He huffed, his hands holding her even tighter than before.
Mmh, she had a trick for stallions with jittery cocks.
Applejack took in the head of the member, letting the meaty length slide to the back of her throat. She snorted through her nose, readying herself for her next move. The mare moved one hoof to his balls and then nipped carefully with her neat teeth. Shawn bucked, his voice now coming out as reedy grunts. Her teeth tenderly pressed into the skin of his cock, adding just the right amount of pressure to stop any impending ejaculation coming her way. His dick swelled inside her mouth, pre-cum trickling down her throat. It tasted so good and she was the one who made it happen. She doubted any mare could have Shawn in the way she had him now.
After holding her nip for a few seconds, she let it go and took the rest of Shawn in, inch by inch. Then she bobbed and hummed, working his cock. Shawn followed her lead, his hand taking a grip of her mane as a hold, and rocked into her mouth. Applejack slobbered, saliva and white cum noisily dripping out the side of her lips. She groaned, her legs shaking. Shawn moved faster. His hips became like pistons, drilling her willing mouth. His dick twitched, signaling the end. Applejack got ready to gulp his incoming seed.
And then, Shawn pulled out with an audible pop.
“Hey-!” Applejack started to say but Shawn flipped her onto her back. He cracked opened her legs and with no hesitation, plowed straight in. She squealed with delirious pleasure, his cock pushing straight in her aching insides. They fucked, making waves in the water. Her braid unraveled and her mane spread in the water like golden string.
Applejack clawed on to his shirt, holding on for life as he rocked them to pleasure.
Her body arched, their bellies slapping against each other. Her pussy squeezed around him, the sensation making her see stars. She counted ten before the trembles started up again, her hips flailing as the end came close. Shawn changed the angle of his thrusting, working away at making her a mess of a mare. Her mind went blank. Her mouth made an o-shape. Instead of screaming his name, she begged for more and she climaxed, squirting more of her essence.
Shawn came right behind her, hot jizz stuffing her silly.
Applejack woke up in a fright, finding herself in her bedroom with her gray sheets wet around her thighs. "What on earth-" she said to herself, tripping out of bed in a fit as she tried to ignore the evidence of yet again another wet dream. She heard Shawn and her brother talking outside her window and ignored the blush rising to her cheeks.
Time to do laundry.
Alone.
