A small beam of sunshine snuck by the drawn curtain. It was not broader than a cat's claw, but it shone straight into Big Macintosh's left eye. At first, nothing happened, but since the light refused to go away, Big Mac's face changed from peaceful sleep to a frown, and then he woke up. He didn't need to look at his watch, he knew the time. It was dawn, as usual. He always woke up at dawn, and most of the time with that annoying sunbeam in his eyes. He showed his irritation away, though. Starting the day with a grumpy face just turned the milk sour. Out of bed early, going to bed early. It was all routine. He just had to roll out of bed, grab his jeans and shirt, go to the bathroom for a P&S, pass the kitchen for a cup of joe, and then out.
However, the sight in front of his eyes changed his mind, and he decided to stay in bed just a little longer.
Fiery red and yellow hair, a cute and pointy little nose, A thin mouth, half open in a soft snore. To top it off, her yellow skin was almost glowing where the morning sun shot through the old curtains.
Hell, she was beautiful. She lay with her blanket tightly spun around her, with one arm around him, the other one hidden far beneath her pillow. She always slept in that position. Once he’d walked in on her sleeping and he could see her arm moving and twitching, almost like it was looking for something. And as he lay down next to her, it stopped moving and rested on his back. Just as it did now. Her body was covered by the blanket, but he knew that she was naked. She always slept in the nude, and preferred to wear as little as possible when she was at the acres. It was probably some kind of pony thing. She started to wear a bikini top on hot days, but that was as far she was willing to go, and neither he, nor Granny had managed to change her mind. He traced her figure through the blanket, all the way from her shoulders to her bottom and up. He watched her chest rise and fall.
He could lie there and watch her forever, but his chores called on him. The sounds of a new day. The sounds of a farm. He could also hear the coffee machine working in the kitchen. Coffee... that would be nice, too. He never bothered eating at this time, he just brought a thermos and perhaps an apple with him. SHE was usually never out of bed until eight, and they always had breakfast then. He began to wriggle himself out of bed, when she yawned in her sleep and pulled him closer.
He sighed. This ain’t gonna be easy. But he had to admit, of all the reasons to be held in bed, this was definitely one of the better ones. He moved his head forward and kissed her on the cheek. Then on the other cheek. Then one on her nose. She started to move around slightly, it looked like she was waking up. Ah well, if it’s already too late ah might as well… Then he kissed her on her mouth. Not too much but just enough to get a taste. Her lips were sweet, but there was a hint of morning breath. Just as it’s supposed to be in the morning.
Then she lifted her head, yawned and opened her eyes half-way.
“G’morning, Mac.”
He smiled, and gave her another quick kiss on her forehead.
“Morning, sunny.” Then he added with a small smirk. “How’s mah little pony been sleeping?”
She groaned. “Of all the nicknames in the world… you had to pick that one?”
He kissed her again. “Well, it’s the truth.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Can’t argue with that, I guess." She yawned, and streched out. "What’s the time?”
“5:30.”
“Heh. Guess someone wanted company.”
“Well… Sorta’. Ya held me so tight ah probably was goin’ to wake ya anyway so…”
She pulled him closer and kissed him, a long and loving kiss. “Don't worry, Mackie. Of all the reasons to wake up at this time, this was probably one of the best.” He stayed in her arms for some time, but in the end, he had to go up.
“Well, ah better be going. Sunset?" She did not let go. "Sunny, what are ya doin’?”
She still did not let go of him. She could be pretty strong when she wanted, especially when she caught him by surprise. She grabbed his shoulders, laid him on his back, and straddled him.
“Sunset, what are ya…”
She leaned forward and silenced him with a kiss. “Shhh… just be quiet. I just want to be here with you, that’s all.”
He felt her skin against his. She was warm. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him again. Her breasts were pressing against his chest. He wasn’t a man of fancy words, couldn’t describe them as “swallows that were nesting” or anything like those fancy city guys. But he liked to touch them, and to play with them, and when she was so close to him as she was now it just felt good.
Perhaps a bit too good, as his briefs were getting tighter. He had his hands on her back, but now he moved then, trying to get out before anything else happened. Instantly she was at him like a hawk.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
She made herself heavier, so that he had trouble moving. He understood at once what she was trying to do, but...
“Sunset, we can’t…”
“Shhhh… Just a little bit longer? Please? Can’t you stay just five minutes more? Mackie?”
Her turquoise eyes were begging. She must have taken lessons from Pinkie. He tried, but he couldn’t really move without tossing her out of bed. And the longer he looked at her, there was no way he could say no to those eyes. He didn’t answer, but he never had a chance as she pulled down his briefs. He could feel everything on her naked nethers clearly. She shaved herself. He didn’t, and he never really understood why she did it, but he was used to it, and he’d learned to like it. Both the smooth feeling of newly shaved and this more ragged feeling of a nine o’clock shadow. Still, the slight sting from the bristles always teased him a little more and actually made him more “on it” than her being freshly shaved.
And by the warmth he felt from his glans, he could tell that the top of his pecker pointed straight against her honey pot.
As it grew harder and longer, it did more than just point. It poked first, then it parted the lower lips and then… it was inside her. Just by half an inch, but still.
He gasped. As always, she was so warm and wet. And soft.
She broke the kiss, smiled and looked at him. “See, Mackie? They like each other.” She wriggled her torso so that he was completely inside her. He tried to move, but she pinned him down with another kiss.
“Shhhh… Be still. It’s alright. I don’t want anything else. Just you, you inside me, and our body against mine.” He didn’t disagree.
They lay there, for how long they didn’t really knew. None of the moved, and they never broke the kiss. His hands were locked on her back in a tight grip, hers in an equal position behind his neck. There was no groping, no caressing, just their tongues and lips together. No thrusting, no shaking of hips, no grinding. Just her, tight around him. Just him, filling her up.
Around them, the world was waking up. Faint sounds, barely recognisable and yet familiar. The curtain was warming up, acting like a natural furnace, the room slowly warmed as well.. The silhouette of a bird could be seen in the window. The faint voice of Granny Smith shouted something they couldn't hear.
In the room, there was nothing but Sunset and Macintosh with their bodies melded together. Lips against lips, tongues playing, hands on bare skin. Big Mac was nestled inside her, bonded together as it was meant to be. And yet, not a single movement, not a sound except their breathing getting slightly heavier with every moment.
Nothing should happen, and yet, he felt something growing inside of him. It started as a shadow in his body, then it took form and shape. And it grew, from the bottom and moving closer to the top. More and more, closer and closer and when he finally understood what was happening…
“Sunset, ah… nnngh...” …It was too late. But she pushed herself on to him, making sure he didn’t slip out.
“It’s okay. It’s ok,” she said in a whisper. “Give it to me. I want it. I want it all.”
He hadn’t moved an inch and yet his pecker twitched and cramped, and in the most intense and at the same time relaxed orgasms he’d ever had, he came inside of her. It was more intense than he’d ever felt, perhaps because his dick had to do it by itself, no helpful thrusting this time. He’d always wondered what people meant when they said they saw fireworks.
Now he knew.
“Mmmmm…Sunset…Mmmm…”
She just smiled, and kissed him again.
“I love you, Mackie. “
“Ah love ya to, Sunny.” He moved his hand, trying to get in between her legs, but she pushed him away. “No.”
“But…Sunny…Yer didn't…?”
She smiled. “I did, Mac. I did.”
“Really?”
“Really. You inside me is all I wanted today." She looked at him and smiled. He smiled too. How can someone like ah be so lucky? They rolled over to the side, and after some minutes, he silently slid out of her, but their lips didn’t break the connection. It was one of those moments he didn't want to end.
Still, twenty minutes later, Macintosh had to walk over the yard towards the fields again. He was late, but it had been worth it. Then, he stopped. An idea had just struck him. This was the first time without protection. He thought about it for a couple of minutes, then he looked at the ring on his finger and shrugged his shoulders.
Ah well… If that should happen, Miss Rarity will probably be able to do the changes to her dress anyway.
Applejack woke up and found herself alone in bed. She blinked a couple of times, but besides that, she didn't move a muscle. She was one of the most down to earth people there was, but when she woke up, she didn't jump happily out of bed and began the day. She always took it easy and slow, taking the world in bit by bit. She closed her eyes again and draw a heavy breath through her nose. The room came to life through the odors. There was the dry smell of dust, the slight moist scent from used -but still usable- clothing, the musky smell of dried sweat and the hint that she shared the room with another person; a slight hint of hair gel.
Once or twice she also felt a faint breeze of fresh air from the slightly open window. She enjoyed these moments, not sleepy, but not really awake either. She slowly opened one eye, then the other. It didn't hurt, and so she decided that she was ready for the next step. She opened her eyes full and took in the room, but without moving her head. She couldn't see very much from her position though, and the light wasn't on. The curtains in her room didn't let in any light, only the slightly browner nuance of the curtain told her it was morning. The rest of the room was dim and she could only make out a few contours of her desk and wardrobe.
Trying to figure things out was another part of her routine. That was... a lamp... and that over there... an open wardrobe with a... pair of panties thrown over the edge? Or was it a belt? Probably a belt. She kept searching then room for a minute until she decided it was nothing to see.
Since the sight of her room was pretty boring, she sharpened her ears. Mostly silence, but small pieces of sound slipped through the walls. The dull sound of paws told her that Winona was up, probably searching the house for toys or stuff to eat, or booth. The faint creak of feet moving over Macintosh's floor told her that Sunset finally was out of bed. And... yes, footsteps outside her door. Then they stopped, silence again and then the door opened.
She didn't have to look to know who it was. A warm smile spread over her face.
"Good morning, mister Soarin'."
"Good morning, missus Applejack."
Her husband was by her side in a few steps, bent down and gave her a kiss and a brief hug. He was slightly out of breath, and she could feel the warmth and sweat beaming out from his body.
"Mornin' sugarcube. How far was it today?"
"Six miles. One lap around the acres."
She whistled low. "That's mighty impressive for a morning jog."
Something fell on the floor with a soft "thump", probably his pants.
"Well, the season starts in two weeks. I have to start get rid of all those lovely apple pies my darling wife makes for me."
"Heh, it's not like mah darlin' husband doesn't beg me to make them! Why are ya always up so early exercising by the way? Not that ah mind, and ah get ya have to be disciplined in the 'bolts but ya must have been up with the crack of dawn."
He shrugged his shoulders.
"It's tradition... kinda, or force of habit if you prefer. My mom's family were farmers, as you know. I spent most holidays at grandpa's wheat farm. Tough guy. He always said that sports was a waste of time and so if I wanted to exercise, I had to do it before he was up. And... being on a farm always reminds me. I have the old man's words in the back of my head every day. Now, I know, granny ain't at all like him and none of you force me to work but... well, to me, farm means work mean work-out be done before work."
Applejack smiled. She knew tradition and how it worked.
Soarin were examining his clothes. "Perhaps I can use these one day mo…” he reeled back from the smell. “Oh holy Faust! Nope, to the laundry you go, running shirt. And pants."
Applejack had rolled over again, facing the other side of the room, but this got her attention. Pants on the floor. Possible naked husband. Have to look.
She turned around, faster than she's like to admit, and looked at him. He had dropped his briefs and stood stark naked with his back turned against her. Applejack was a girl of nature, she knew the circle of life and everything young and green would eventually turn old and brown. It was stupid to just choose partner out of looks, and Soarin was her husband for his humour, his general goofy and kind nature and his working ethics, rather than for his good looks.
But she couldn't deny that he was sexy as hell. That toned ass could match Trenderhoofs, those lean arms and legs, pure muscle, not an inch of body fat. She let her eyes rest on his back, then move along his arms and down his legs. Those arms were made to hold a girl in a tight embrace and never let go. Those hands were made to touch, to feel, to caress... to grip a pair of hips and pull, to lift an entire body in the air and take her against a wall. Those hips... She imagined them between her legs, banging away like there was no tomorrow...
She found herself staring with her mouth open and her breath getting heavy. She also felt something grow inside her nethers. She could try to put her feelings aside, but she knew herself. It was better to act.
"Soarin'?"
"Yeah, Jack?"
"Yer feelin' up for some more exercise?"
"Well, uhm... I dunno, it is good for you, but I actually would like to have some breakfast... First...
He fell silent as he slowly turned around. Applejack had removed her blanket and lay there with her legs spread wide. One hand pushed her panties aside and a finger played between her lower lips, the other lifted up her t-shirt, showing off her boobs. Her beautiful yellow hair floated all over the pillow and she looked at him with her eyes half lid.
"I-I mean...suuure!"
She smiled. There was her goof that she knew. Another part of his body reacted a bit more the way she expected, and she could see his dick getting harder with every second. Soon it was at full mast.
"Come over here then. And stick that dick of yers inside me."
"Heh. That was pretty straightforward," he said as he got into bed.
"Well, ya'll should know one thing by now. At the acres, we call things by their right name. We don't make love..." She paused, grabbing his neck and forcing him down for a kiss. "Here, we fuck."
She felt his pecker poking against her coochie, not forceful, but there was no doubt about where it was going. She spread her pussy open with her fingers, making way for him. She had been slightly worried if she was wet enough, but she didn't have to worry. He slid into her with ease and filled her almost completely.
"AH!"
"Sorry, did I hurt you?"
"No! No... ya... ya just surprised me, that's all. Just... just go easy today, ok?"
"Sure thing, babe."
He started to thrust into her, slowly in, slowly out. With every thrust he pulled out completely just for the feeling of his gland penetrating her every time.
"Mmmm.... Oh! ...Mmmmmyeah.... mmmmmm...."
He took his time, making sure she could feel every movement of his body.
"Mmmm...yes...yes babe... keep it slow...MmmmmAh! Yes! Yes! yeeeessss.... this is perfect."
"Mmmmmnnnh... He he...What... happened to... missus 'am gonna ride ya like a wild bull'?"
He thrusted into her a slight bit harder, making her gasp for air.
"AH! ...Well... everyone's entitled to...Ah... have some variation... "
He increased the pace and thrusted even harder. She began to thrust her hips against his, but then she put her feet around his pelvis and pressed her heels into his back. "AH! Easy... easy... not so...Ah...fast..."
He slowed down, so did she. But she didn't drop the pressure on her legs. He liked that, when she had her legs around his torso, like she wanted to push him in even further. The slow speed made every detail enhanced to him. That overwhelming feeling when he penetrated her... the warm inside of her... her warm orange skin aginst his... and the brim of her panties against his dick.
He loved it when she kept her panties on while they made love. It was not a big thing, but it gave him the feeling that they had to sneak with their love, that they had to steal moments here and there not to be caught, that they did something forbidden. Nevermind that they had been married for two years and together for three, it was still the same thrill.
Then she pushed harder with her legs, forcing him to stop. "Soarin'... Just... Just easy for a minute, okay?"
"What's wrong? Don't you like it?"
"Ah love it..." She looked him deep in his eyes. "But... it's a bit to early for that really tough workout pass. We have to...AH! ...spare some energy for them apples..."
She gently pushed him off her. As he lay on his side, she turned him over so he lay on his back. Then, she straddled him, and took his dick in her hand. She stroke it slowly a couple of times, not that she didn't know that he was hard, but she simply liked to feel him in her hand. Then she raised her rump slightly and aimed him right. Then she lowered her body towards his and inch by inch her pussy swallowed his dick.
And then, she began to ride him. But slow, far more slow than anytime before. But that only enhanced the experience. It was as she could feel every part, every vein on his dick as she slowly let herself be filled by him. The tip of the gland as she let him pass her lips, the slight itch when the foreskin passed... She even thought she could feel the way his dick was slightly twisted to the left as she took him in. And the out and everything once again, just to get that perfect feeling once again... And again... And again...
She held her breath, her mouth was open in a silent moan, but not sound passed her lips. Every new sensation that would produce a gasp from her was so soon followed by another lusty sensation that her body couldn't take it in. Soarin was silent as well. He had his eyes closed and his mouth open. He, on the other hand let out slight gasps of air from time to time, mostly when he re-entered her. Her t-shirt covered her chest, but he could still see how her boobs slight movement under the fabric. He wanted to touch and play with them, but that would ruin the mood.
Instead, his hands held a steady grip on her butt. She was not pure muscle, there was always some part where one could get at steady hold in a thunderstorm, but her ass was a package of pure power (just as her legs). Hard and firm. He loved to put his hand around her buttocks and squeeze. Hard as rocks, and yet warm and alive. He let his thumbs slink in under the hem of her panties and twisted it around, making the fabric hug her hips slightly moore. He couldn't see the result, but he could very well imagine it, and a big smile played on his face.
Applejack had kept her hands on the bed the whole time, but now, she places on hand on his breath, the other one movement slowly down in between her legs... She soon found her target and began to stroke her clit. That turned up the heat, and she began to moan low.
"Mmmm.... Ooooommmmmmm..." She leaned forward, so that her face was next to his. Her hair floated over him, it tickled. But not in a bad way. He had been perfectly still until now, letting her set the tempo. But now, he could no longer help hmself. He had to, he needed to fuck her again, and so he began to thrust into her once more, turning up the speed and intensity of their love making.
The reaction was instant.
"AH! Damn Soarin'! Don't stop! Oh shit baby don't stop!"
He increased his pace at her words. "Not -uhn -planning on it, baby."
For a while they lay there, rocking their bodies in almost perfect rhythm, punctuated by Applejack’s gasps. But Soarin wanted to add some more. He had a bit of a guilty pleasure. He liked dirty talk. And he decided to add some.
"Mmm... I love your pussy, babe. I love how you’re so tight around me. I love to fuck you so hard until you can't take any more of me. Mmm...Oh damn you’re tight."
Because of the mode, he whispered. But that made it feel even more dirty, even more forbidden. As if their love was a crime that would put them in jail if someone found out. AJ's whispered panting sounded really dirty and gritty, making it at least 50% sexier. He accentuated his words finishing with a powerful thrust.
"AH! Soarin!"
He slowed down a bit, to tease her. He leaned closer to her ear and whispered really low. "That's why I married you... I fell in love with your pussy, baby. My dick fell in love with your pussy and they wanted to be together forever. "
Applejack's answer came immediately. She whispered as well. Her country drawl had never sounded sexier.
"Yes...Yes soarin...Ah love ya too. Ah love yer dick... Fuck me! Fuck me! Yer know how ah like it."
"Oh I sure do..."
"Mmmm...Uhu...Mmmm...Ah Faust! ...Oh baby...BABY! ...mmm... oh SHIT!..."
He could feel her hand moving faster and she increased the pressure on his back.
"Oh Soarin'! Ahm close! Ahm close! Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't. ....AaaahnnnnngghhhhAAAAH!"
She stopped her hand and pushed down on his as much as she could, to ride out the orgasm.
"AH! Ah... Ah faust... mmmmm.... mmmmmmmm..."
She closed her eyes. Soarin kept his eyes open. He looked at his wife, his beautiful, sweaty, sexy wife. Her hair wild over her shoulders, her eyes dim from lovemaking, her t-shirt slightly ajar. It was a sight he wanted to nail to his retina. "Your so beautiful. I... I love you."
"Ah love ya too, Sugarcube."
They kissed. Then Applejack looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Soarin? Did ya...did ya cum?"
"Nope. But it's okay. Ladies first." He kissed her again. She smiled. "Someones bein’ a real gentleman, huh? ...But ah think it's yer turn now."
"I would be lying if I said it wasn't necesarry, so... How?"
She gave him a saucy look and said low "Yer choice. Where do ya want to?"
"So, I can choose, hmm?" He leaned closer to her ear and whispered "I want to take you from behind...and cum inside you...like a dirty dog."
"Oooh... That’s pretty kinky... Well... ah guess ah'll be yer bitch for a while then"
He got off her, and stood up on the floor. Applejack took of her t-shirt, but knowing her husbands little kink, she kept the panties on. She got on all fours, grinded her back and pushed out her ass for him. She pulled the fabric to the side with one hand, exposing her pussy for him once again, and shot him a "what are ya waiting for "-look over her shoulder. He didn't hesitate, He grabbed her hips and pushed Himself straight into her. Then he began to thrust hard into her. No reason for delicate moves here. Part of it was because they were in a slight hurry, but mostly because doggystyle was his weak spot. No matter how he tried or how much he thought about sports or his grandma, he always came almost right away. Cause when he looked down, watching her beautiful ass shake with every thrust of his hips... The round shape of her derriere... His dick slippin and slidin in between her cheeks... In and out in her pussy...so wet...so tight... So...
"Oh...Oh faust... Oh Faust, it feels good....Oh shit! I'm - I'm. .. AH! Ah! Ah!"
"Yeah...come...come..."
"I'm cumming! I'm... Oh SHIT! AH! AH!...AH!
With four powerful thrusts he emptied himself inside her. His legs were shaking, and he had to hold on to her back not to fall down. After a while, he pulled his dick out of her, and giggled.
"...Damn... That was something."
Applejack lay down again, and took his hand. "Sure was...now come down here."
He laid down next to her, took her in his arms and held her tight. "You know, I think this is as hard as it was on grandpa's farm... But it's also way better."
"Mmmm... ya keep this up ah'll keep ya around."
"You are married to me, you know."
"Well, that doesn't mean ah am obliged to sleep with yer."
"Ok babe." His kissed her neck. "I'll behave. Wanna take a shower? "
Applejack didn't have a chance to answer when there was a knock on the door. "If yer younglins are done with yer lovey-dovey baby makin', ya'll get yer fancy city butts to the kitchen. Ya'll are on breakfast duty".
Soarin just stared at the door. Applejack but smiled and kissed her husband. "That's country hospitality for ya, honey. Apple tradition. Now let’s get to work."
