City Boy VS. Country Girl

Note: Insomnia works well if you're a writer, I learned that today.

It was that time. Yes, that time. You brought AJ up to your room, noting that your parents really made no objections to it, until...

"Leave the door unlocked," your mom called out just as you reached the top. Okay, fair enough.

You took a look over at Applejack, who wasn't looking so good. She bit her lip nervously as she followed you to your room. You knew it was because she was nervous out of her damn mind, but you were gonna be a troll and make things worse for her.

"Scared, Applejack?" You taunted, casting her a coy grin.

"N-nu-uh!" She clearly fibbed, adjusting the hat on her head, "I can handle ma'self!"

"Even though it's your first time?" You pressed on.

"Wha-you kiddin'? I do this all the time." She bolstered up her confidence and puffed out her chest.

"Really now? How many other people have you done this with?" You asked, suddenly realizing that this conversation could be taken a totally different way.

"Uhh... several people?" She began to look a bit confused.

"Just men, or women too?" Your grin began to grow.

"What are you..." She suddenly developed a deep crimson blush, probably realizing that you were setting her up for something, prompting her to sock you in the arm. "H-hey! Not like that, you perv."

You couldn't hold back a burst of laughter. "PAHAHAHA!! You set yourself up for that one, AJ."

Applejack rolled her eyes. "Just what do I see in you, city boy."

"Erm... a charming and irresistible guy who thinks you're really attractive and nice... when you want to be?" You gave a sheepish grin.

She gave you a reassuring warm smile. "Heh, stop that, yer gonna make little ol' me blush." Her hand slid under her ponytail and brushed it aside.

"Haha, good." You snickered.

After that awkward little exchange, you brought her to your door and held it open for her.

"Losers first." You taunted. This earned you another sock on the shoulder from Applejack.

"You wish, city boy." She pulled her lip back in a sneer.

The room greeted you with its usual pristine atmosphere. For as little time as you had it, its bland white walls and clean carpet gave it more of a purity chamber feel than your old room. You'd get used to it, or just mess it up a lot more to give it a more homely feel. You know, whatever comes first. After a brief search. you uncovered the Nintendo Wii and popped in Super Smash Brothers Brawl.

Now, we wait for the Wii to do a damn system update...

-*~*-

You powered up the game, and things were a-go. The familiar welcome screen greeted you and you hit the start button with your controller. You decided to give AJ an advantage by giving her your 'good' controller. The other one that you wielded had stiff buttons at times, but hey... you liked a challenge.

Meanwhile, Applejack was working up a brain sweat. She didn't know anything about how to play this game, and so she was just going to wing it and see what happens.

The character selection screen flickered into view.

CHOOSE YOUR CHARACTER! The voice bellowed, Applejack gulped.

Immediately, you chose Ganondorf, since his evil laugh would be fun to imitate once you beat her.

GANONDORF! The voice blurted ominously.

Glancing over to Applejack, you could see she looked visibly distressed, then she hastily handed you the controller.

"You pick fer me, I dun wanna make it look like I beat ya 'cause of the character I picked." She gives you a nervous smile, then adjusts her hat unnecessarily. You had her now.

Now, a gentlemen would give her a fast and moderately powerful character that could punch in circles around Ganondorf's slow but powerful attacks, but this time, you were gonna be a dick.

ICE CLIMBERS! Oh yeah, you went there. Two easily knockable, weak tier fighters that relied on the blue one to fight, since the pink one followed the blue one around like a proper eskimo woman should. Sexism at its fucking finest.

"Hah! I reckon yer outnumbered in this fight, It's two ta one." Applejack looked much more confident with the decision you made for her.

You smirked maliciously, and chose the Final Destination stage. Time for the slaughter.

-*~*-

You know that feeling you get when you're at a friends house playing a game with him, and you choose a character and then complain that your friend chose the better one because he makes the game look much easier?

Well, it was pretty apparent that Applejack was going through the same ordeal.

"Consarn these little es-kee-mos. They can't do jack." She complained, after having pretty much spammed 'b' this entire 30 second fight.

Meanwhile, you were just jumping over the icebergs as they came, developing a rhythm for avoiding them. You would attack eventually, you just wanted to watch her suffer at this point. It was absolutely hysterical. I mean seriously, it was like watching a Crested Grebe try to mate with a King Cobra. You would laugh, because of the absurdity and expect utter failure, but then you would watch on in increasing horror because the cobra would actually like it.

Actually, why would a King Cobra allow such crude behavior anyway? Did cobras just like to feel pretty? Do they sometimes dress in slutty clothes and hang out near the edge of forest clearings, brandishing a pick-up line such as; "Hey, I'll fucking bite you if you don't have sex with me!" and getting lots of business with the various animals of the forest? That would be an interesting study to do. In fact, 'Fucking Cobras' would be a great name for a rock band!

I'm sorry, I seem to have strayed from my story. Please, let's pretend that never happened.

"Are you jus' gonna sit there and jump over mah icebergs?" She narrowed her eyes at you, still spamming 'b.'

"Mmmmaybe?" You shrugged your shoulders.

"That's it, I'm not gonna wait fer somethin' else ta happen." She then moved forward, using her up+b attack, though you didn't know if it was intentional or not.

"Alright, bring it." You said as you activated one of Ganondorfs taunts.

Her character walked forward, yeah she didn't even dash, and hit 'a' a few times. They barely grazed you.

You kicked her character back and hit them with a warlock punch. The Ice Climbers flew back, and her damage percentage went up to thirty two percent.

Of course, it wasn't like she knew what the damage bar meant anyway, so she just came back for more. You charged up your warlock punch again, and fired it when she got close enough.

The little fighters didn't stand a chance, and they were blasted out the field.

"Hey, no fair! I wasn't ready." She glanced venomously at you.

"Alright, well you got two lives left. Make them count."

"Fine, I will." She flipped her hair to the side.

Well, let's just say, she didn't last much longer. Every time she wanted to freeze you, it was painfully easy to dodge, and she didn't know how to recover properly or grapple or block. You easily finished off the Ice Climbers. Then after she of course demanded a rematch, you repeated the above process with Donkey Kong, Zelda/Shiek, Samus, Ike, Kirby, Marth, and Sonic. Finally, she just gave up.

"Fine..." She said. "I admit, I've never played this game in my life."

"I knew that Applejack, and I will accept your apolo-"

"But I know Big Macintosh has!" She then takes out her cell phone, which was a nokia. It figures that a couple of country folk like them would have an outdated model. Oh well, at least that thing could be used to break a croc's jaw off.

About ten minutes later, Big Macintosh lumbers in. His toned, muscular body and super broad shoulders seem to push the sides of the room out to let him in.

"So, I hear yer good at video games.” He says with a stoic grin.

“I heard you are too.” You responded, looking his way.

“To be honest, I’m really not. I just had an NES when I was yer age. Got thrown out though, poor old thing couldn’t turn on anymore.” He takes a seat next to you, his big, intimidating frame causing you to gulp nervously.

“Here’s your controller, Mac.”

“Thank ya kindly.” He said, his hands almost dwarfing it, but he could still use it.

You went to the character selection screen. You chose Kirby, because Kirby is a well rounded option.

Inside Big Macintosh’s head, he was pondering... thinking... planning...

…analyzing...

This feller here picked what looks like a small but fast fighter. That means that his attacks won’t be potent, but he will surely be able to take me out if I can’t knock ‘im out hard. Ah’d better take ‘im out using a medium strength an’ medium speed character an’ hope my experience is enough to get ‘im to slip up an’ lose.

And his cursor moved to choose a medium strength and speed looking character.

LUCARIO! The voice bellowed.

“Ha, you’ve fallen right into my trap, Mermaid man!” You said, making the Spongebob reference on instinct.

Big Mac facepalmed. Heheh...

“We’ll see ‘bout that, City Boy.” He said. Woah, shit just got real.

You picked the final destination stage, and the battle began...

-*~*-

Big Mac and you were neck in neck. You did the usual strategy with Kirby by jumping over the foe and pressing down+b to turn into a rock and crush him, which only worked for a few times before he started sidestepping it every time or worse, using his own down+b move, counter. He was nasty witht that counter, causing you to lose the first life before he did. But you were able to drive his lives back to one, although he did the same to you. It was almost as if he was learning how to play as he went along, mastering combos, getting the smash balls, and generally kicking your ass. But you were not ready to give up yet OOOOHHH no. You were determined to win this mat-

PLAYER ONE! DEFEATED!

…

...What?

“Rematch!” You commanded, pointing a finger at the unphasable burly farmer next to you. “I wasn’t ready yet!”

Applejack lost her shit, laughing and rolling around on your bed.

“This is just sooo funny to you, isn’t it, AJ.” You grumbled bitterly.

“You bet yer sissy sweet noodle-dong it is!” She grabs her gut, rolling around and laughing still.

“Hey, don’t count your kumquats before they hatch, southern belle. I am going to beat him this next round.”

Suddenly, you felt an elbow lock around your neck, not flexing, but still scaring the daylights out of you.

“What didja just call me, City Boy?” Her voice was low, quiet, and scary as hell.

“Uh... nothin’?” You replied meekly. You forgot how scary strong she was.

“That’s what I thought.” She then gave you a surprise peck on the cheek. You blushed, Big Mac chuckled.

Oh yeah, Big Mac! You were going to beat him.

Cue the Super Smash Brothers Brawl montage

PLAYER ONE! DEFEATED!

PLAYER ONE! DEFEATED!

PLAYER ONE! DEFEATED!

PLAYER ONE! DEFEATED!

PLAYER ONE! DEFEATED!

…WHAT!?

-*~*-

Okay, quick recap on what just happened; you just got your pathetic ass handed to you by Big Mac. To be as good as he is, he must be a secret genius or something!

...Nah... that’s impossible.

“That was a good game, young ‘un.” Big Mac said, having the audacity to...eh, you weren’t that bitter about him winning, just humiliated in front of Applejack, who humiliates you enough anyway.

You could feel her smug grin giving you an implied wet willy as you passed her by. “So, what was that about beating my brother at video games, City Boy?” She even had the nerve to give your butt a little slap. Kinky.

“You shut your pretty little mouth, AJ.” You glared at her, to which she gave you a mild smile that calmed your nerves.

“Boy, yer lucky that I kin call you a friend, er else you’d be in a heap o’ pain right now.” She tousled your hair roughly.

“Thanks for sparing me then.” You said, giving her cheek a kiss. She blushed.

“Good game, young ‘un.” Big Mac said, holding out a burly hand.

“Yeah, you too.” You said, fearfully shaking his enormous hand back.

Big Mac then left with no more words, being as sturdy and silent as ever. You swore that man could stare the apples right off a tree.

-*~*-

The rest of the day went rather well for you and Applejack, she took you out to the back of her orchard, where you two sat under her favorite tree named Bloomburg and looked at the setting sun together. The orange sky cast a welcoming haze that made you temporarily forget why you had liked the city more your entire life. The warm yellow light cast out into the reliable and comfortable orange, which faded out into the cool and calm violet hue in the back of the sky where night was beginning to transcend. It gave the entire scene a cozy feel, the summer breeze rolling across your shirt and her plaid jacket, which she had cut in a way that exposed her toned belly and tied up at her bosom, exposing an unusually large amount of cleavage that even you had to admit was pretty suspicious.

“So, isn’t this nice?” You asked, trying to break the silence and start some chitchat.

“Let’s see, I’m next to a guy I like, I got ta witness my brother beat ya at yer own game, and I had a little chore day. Today was pretty good.” She snuggled you closer, causing you to blush and your heart to start pounding.

“Good deal Applejack.” You said. She had her arms wrapped around your mid section and her breasts were pressed against your arm, which you noticed heavily even though there was little to no avoiding it.

...But hey, you were a guy. Boobs, you know?

“City Boy...” Applejack said in a hushed whisper. You knew that whatever she was about to say, she was nervous about it.

“Yes, AJ?” You ran your fingers through her hair, causing her to hold you a little tighter.

“Nobody’s ever made me feel this way before, y’know? Mah heart’s racin’ something fierce, and it’s your fault. It kinda... makes me feel happy yet scared.” She said honestly. “An’ it’s not helping that this here’s a picture perfect romantic scene.” She blushes and looks into your eyes.

“Applejack, I’m in the same boat. I want to do so much with you, and I really want to call you my girlfriend. I feel like in these past few days I’ve grown so close to you, yet drifted apart, then got closer and... it was a huge emotional rollercoaster.” You blew out a sigh.

“Mhm, Big Macintosh told me that hormones can be a bugger sometimes.” She strokes your arm, a cute but odd gesture.

“You’re telling me...” You said, very aware of the odd things hormones bring about.

“Yeah...” Applejack seemed rather sad. Suddenly, a small idea sparked in your head.

“Applejack, you seem sad...” Mentally, you slapped yourself for saying a captain obvious line.

“M’not, really. Kinda... I guess.... I dunno.” She nuzzles your shoulder.

Your theory was starting to take shape.

“Are you frustrated perhaps?” You started to rub her back comfortingly, and the first thing you felt were her unusually developed muscles, of course.

“That’s the word I was lookin’ for, I think.” She breathes out a sigh.

“Care to share why?”

“I’m afraid of what you’ll think of me.”

You lifted her chin and looked deep into her emerald eyes. “Applejack, how can you know that if you never tell me?” You said, giving her a spoonful of logic.

She looks up into your eyes. “I reckon you’s correct... here goes.” She took a small breath. “I really like you, like... I really REALLY like you. I want you to be... happy. You know... the powerful kinda happy that only people who really like each other do.”

A quick glance of her tightening her legs confirmed your suspicions. Applejack was feeling libidinous. Immediately, a surge of hormones shot through your body, telling you to give this girl what she wants and rut her right here, but that would be both a) unwise and b) you weren’t too sure what to think of that. Sex? So soon? Then again, hormones are a fickle thing, and you know, this might actually be what you two needed.

“Well, what’s stopping you?” You asked her.

“I may be a virgin, but I know plenty about sex, such as how babies are made, an’ I don’t want any trouble...” She looked down to the floor, suddenly, you could feel the condom in your pocket, almost as if it was calling to you in an angelic voice. (Oh god, the mental image of that made me laugh.)

You began to reach in your pocket, an slowly pull it out halfway. Just to peek at it, not to take it out... yet. Alas, Applejack noticed it and quickly snatched it from your hand out of urgent curiosity. “Hey, what’s...this?” She took one look and knew what it was.

Applejack got up on her hands an knees, a sultry grin in her eyes. “Well now, that solves that problem doesn’t it?” She places the condom between her teeth, probably in an attempt to look sexy. Well, damn it worked! You found your member waking up faster than your could say ‘Folgers.’

She grabbed your wrists and held them over your head, pinning them (and you) against ol’ Bloomburg. She kissed your lips, her tongue poking at your lips and begging to be let in. With no other thoughts other than sex clouding your mind at the moment, you obliged, parting your lips and letting your tongues mingle.

She made out with you against the tree for a few minutes, before she got up and started dragging you someplace, a sexy yet goofy grin on her face.

“We’re goin’ to the barn, hot stuff.” She giggled.

You gulped.

Author's Note

Yeah, this here may very well be my last update before I leave, but don't fret. It's not cancelled, nor will it ever be. I'm sticking to this, my first 2nd person fiction, until the very end.

I love you all! <3

PS: I stayed up until 6am writing this for you, you lucky fuckers. :3

PPS: There will be errors, I only looked through this twice. Please point them out as you find them.