Aria jerks awake. How long was she out? Cannot have been more than a few minutes. She blinks and hears the music for the closing credits. She looks up as she feels a broad hand stroke down her back. She is instantly reminded why she fell asleep to begin with. Applejack's huge frame made for a disturbingly comfortable bed. She lets her eyes land on his face. He is smiling but there is something else in his expression.

"Y'all move pretty fast, Aria Blaze."

Damnation. She had completely forgotten she is doing this for a whole myriad different schemes and reasons. She tries to keep it together but her panic is apparently rather obvious on her face. Applejack notices and quickly continues.

"Not that there's anythin' wrong with that. Y'all can believe me when I say I'da stopped ya if I thought somethin' was wrong..."

Aria looks clueless for a second, then shines up. He hasn't figured her out at all, he's just talking about her amazing blowjob. She props herself up a bit and gives him a soul-suckingly sweet face. Then he continues.

"There is somethin'... Y'all ain't told me, though."

She swallows hard, her eyes slip off him while she does what she can to keep her sweet face. Her gaze locks back onto his face as he places both his hands on her behind.

"Y'all've been pokin' me with somethin' the last half hour or so. Know anythin' 'bout that?"

Aria just blinks at him. She feels like a dunce. How can she have ruined this for herself already? She opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out. She is completely dumbstruck. His grip of her prevents instant flight, not that he is holding her down or anything but her first and only thought is to flee. Applejack reads her like an open book. He shuffles around a bit while crooking his body. He gets closer and closer. Then he does the unexpected. He kisses her. A long, soft pressing of his lips onto hers.

Still entirely paralysed, Aria feels like her head is about to explode. What in all the infernal planes of Hell just happened? She manages to answer his kiss with a very slight movement of her lips. He pulls back and smiles at her, his face now only holding his genuine, handsome smile. Nothing troubled, nothing questioning.

Aria feels strange, like what just happened was some vivid dream she had while awake. She wants to be angry, mainly at herself but simply cannot find the emotion right now. Her secret, her power and weakness so haphazardly thrown away by her own mistake. She overestimated her own ability to hold back as well as Applejack's magnetism. Now, she is all laid bare, so far without full exposure and the giant cowboy doesn't seem to mind? It blows her mind. Did he know from the beginning? No, he was obviously attracted to her as a girl. Well, she is a girl, just with a few surprises.

"Gettin' kinda stiff layin' here like this."

He puts emphasis on the word "stiff" and gives her a devilish grin. Aria's face flushes. She notices herself blushing and within moments rage and hate finally bubble up inside of her. A very odd sensation when mixed with lust and confusion. She looks to the side but soon focuses on his face again as he gives her behind another firm grab. After the greedy grope, he says nothing, he simply begins moving. Aria blinks in more confusion as she is simply swept along in the wave of muscle. He very gently holds onto her as he moves to sit up, letting her twist around to sit as well.

"Ya know what, Aria? We never ate... Well, perhaps one of us did..."

He snickers softly and gives her a not-so-apologetic look as she shoots daggers with her eyes. She then just sighs and touches his cheek.

"I'm not hungry... I... I feel a bit tired. Jokes aren't really helping..."

She looks away yet again, only to get tugged back once more by Applejack's surprisingly soft touch. Their eyes lock.

"I'm sorry, sugar. I'm just a bit rattled, I think. Please, lemme make it up to ya. Y'all did mention ya didn't mind a dance. Will ya gimme the honor of taking ya to one?"

A spark of life blossoms in the dark bog that is her mind. He really does seem serious about... Well, whatever he is doing. She has been deconstructed into some blubbering mess and he is actually attempting to put her back together? The game might not be back on but she can feel her spirits rise. Fast, like fire. Eating up the last of the confusion within seconds. Rage, hate, lust and now adventure conquers her mind. He did start out the awkward little discovery with a kiss after all. That raises all kinds of questions. Perhaps he is indeed just playing the gentleman, although a bit of boy-talk slipped through. Screw it all, she'll take her chances.

She quickly flings her arms around his neck while bringing her face close to his. He almost looks a bit shocked as she kisses him. Although, it does not take him long to answer. She feels a mess but his lips help. She is so far out into deep water and in way over her head. He can keep her afloat. An extremely strange feeling. Yet again, oddly comforting. Then again, that's been the entire thing with him, hasn't it? She has to watch it with that kind of familiarity. Kind of hard to corrupt someone's friends if they suddenly turn into your prince charming.

The drive-in theater slowly empties. Some remain, some join in for the next show. Aria spends a long time in Applejack's embrace before having somewhat stabilised herself in her current predicament. A small wick of her inner fire rekindled, she is ready to face something, however silly it might be. She leans back and takes a deep breath.

"So where are we going, cowboy?"

Applejack hums softly and brushes a stray strand of hair out of her face.

"Well, little lady, seein' how we are both dressed for the occasion, I hope y'all like country music."

Aria raises a brow and gives him a semi-disgusted, semi-interested look. She is unsure about the prospect but she did take the leap long ago, she is yet to hit the bottom. She stretches a bit, quickly pecks his cheek and gracefully enough gets up. He just sits there for a moment, watching her move. His calm, handsome expression has not changed in the slightest. He is still viewing her in the same light as when they met, isn't he?

She could shudder at the thought. Mainly because of what just transpired. It all rushes back in her mind. It reminds her of however awkward she feels right now, half an hour ago, she was a different beast altogether. She takes another deep breath of the surprisingly fresh night air and stretches again.

"I have so many things to say to you..."

She speaks with her back turned towards him. She hears him get up but does not look. She surveys the milling of machines for a moment before speaking more.

"... Some are lies, some are disgustingly heartfelt... You just keep playing the gentleman and we'll get along beautifully."

She looks over her shoulder as she falls silent to find him standing close behind her. Apparently she has all his attention. A good re-start. Perhaps doing some silly country-dancing will do her good. She spins on the spot and looks up to him.

"Perhaps we will actually get some talking done..."

He answers nothing, just reaches out and takes her dainty little hand in his enormous paw. He lifts it to kiss the back of her hand before letting it go and walking over to the edge of the truck-bed before stepping off. Well on the ground, he holds an arm raised for her. She manages a smirk as she makes her way. As she takes his hand, he more-or-less sweeps her legs out from under her and yet again carries her like she weighs nothing. For a short moment, Aria is several feet taller. She does what she can to hold back but as he starts to spin, she cannot help but to giggle. He takes a few steps around, waltzing badly with one arm under her behind, the other holding her hand in his. She gasps and giggles again. Feels a little bit like flying. Her giggle echoes in her brain. That is the last of her resolve leaking like holes in a balloon filled with battery acid. She does what she can to focus her mind for just a second of thought. Even with all the bumps, this has been a great success. She can allow herself a few moments of fun, right? Tomorrow is just back to the grind of ignoring Adagio.

Just thinking about it has her mind very close to another snap. She snatches Applejack's hat off his head and puts it on her own. He looks up to her, she looks down to him. He slowly lets her slide down his body, her slight weight compared to his strength making the move slow and smooth. When face to face, he stops her, gives her a mysterious little smile and then speaks.

"Y'all're just about the most interestin' thing that's happened to me in months. I ain't gonna be a shit-kickin' chickenfarmer and tell ya otherwise. Just have to... Talk, yeah. Well, right after..."

He interrupts himself by leaning in to kiss her. She accepts. As their tongues dance briefly, she is struck with the reality of the situation. A whole lot of complications. She is definitely getting somewhere here but at the same time, she is sinking. She is totally falling for Applejack, if she hasn't already crashed head-over-heels. She has been through this whole dance before and never really had an issue that compares to this. Dangerous, frightening, thrilling. She takes a few things into account; she has her way into the enemy for the road to corruption. For more reasons than one, this entire situation does feel good. Finally, she has appearances to keep up and it might yet work out. The last thought is heavily influenced by the physical act currently going on. Applejack pulls back from the kiss and by doing so rouses Aria back to the land of the conscious. She offers him a brief smile as he reluctantly sets her down.

"I'm ready for that dance now, Applejack."

The cowboy nods once and ushers her along to the passenger-side door of his pickup. He opens the door for her and offers her the help to ascend once more. This time, she knows what to expect, so she happily accepts his help and soon makes herself comfortable inside the truck. He shares a look with her as he closes the door and walks around the truck. Securing everything and getting ready. He gets into the vehicle and makes it roar alive. It isn't long before they are out of the drive-in and headed for some other place at the edge of town. Applejack messes about with the car-stereo for a moment and it crackles alive. Slide guitar and snare drum soon fill the car at some volume. He casts a glance to see how Aria is reacting. She pokes at the brim of the far-too-big hat and gives him a raised eyebrow. She is absolutely adorable. Applejack focuses back on the road and swallows hard. He is hiding it well but his mind is racing. The last hour or so has been mental chaos for them both. He played and will keep playing it cool. Keep himself and her busy so he doesn't have to try to lie about something. He is absolutely incapable of that. Even to a complete stranger. He gets all weird and scrunches up.

Aria looks out into the clear night. The stars are out and the darkness isn't as dark as it seemed before. The music gets to her, it is much more invasive than she would have thought. Not just some old guy whining about the law-man or drinking too much. This is actual hard-hitting music with a country flavour. Applejack takes a turn and up ahead is what one could only describe as a very, mercilessly stereotype cowboy hangout. For the mildest choice of words. Other words that come to mind are "redneck shithole".

Aria takes as deep breath as Applejack pulls up into an empty spot, just next to a car that is equally enormous to his own. As he turns his vehicle off, she can hear the sound from within perforating the walls, a wild thumping of country music. Softer than what was playing on the stereo just a moment ago but wild none the less. Applejack glances over to her before getting out of the car. He really is dedicated to opening doors for her. She cannot deny it feels pleasant. Once the gate of the metal chariot is swung open by his hand, he offers her a hand to step out.

"Welcome to Joe's Pony Farm. The farmin' business has been replaced by a stage an' bar."

He offers his hand and she accepts. Before she knows it, she is on his arm, stepping through a crowd of loud, drunk ruffians just to get up to the swinging saloon doors. She does what she can to manage another deep breath before the plunge. Stepping inside, she lets the atmosphere wash over her like a loud, sticky wave of sludge. She involuntarily digs her fingers into Applejack's arm and throws him a glance from under the brim of the large hat she is wearing when she feels him chuckle. He meets her gaze with a smile and leads on. The place is not exactly packed but definitely active. Nearly every table is surrounded by what can only be described as a very niched clientele.

The band currently on stage sounds like music every dad ever would listen to. If those dads were four bottles of whisky down and looking for a fight. Aria lets her eyes zoom around while never missing a step alongside Applejack. No chance in the nine Hells she strays away from his arm's length in this place, even for second. She follows him up to the bar and watches him interact with the keep. An order, a table. She is mildly impressed by his ability to get his way, even if this is a usual haunt for him. Before long, they are lead to the side by a waitress dressed almost identically to Aria. Applejack seems awfully pleased with the entire situation and for a rare few seconds, Aria can actually find the humour in the things surrounding them. She did dress to match him after all.

They are placed by a tiny table and the waitress drops drinks in front of them. It seems Applejack is having more beer, driving safe indeed. Aria examines her whatever-that-is cocktail with an appraising look. They definitely didn't get checked for ID's. Applejack observes Aria's mild bafflement over the frilly pink drink for a moment before speaking.

"That there's a Sweet Mary-Sue. Looks like frilly foo-foo and tastes the part."

Aria gazes at him from under a lowered brow with a clearly unimpressed look on her face. She starts to speak but he interrupts her.

"I didn't mean anythin' by it, y'all're my belle an' I'm gonna treat ya to a few things."

He leans in close with a calm smile.

"No more knuckle-draggin' humor. I ain't gonna start spoutin' nonsense again 'til ya make me blush like a rancher's daughter in springtime."

Aria's face softens up and she reaches for the drink. It's probably going to be better than that horrendous swill she tried earlier. She holds up her glass and he clinks his bottle against it.

"Here's to secrets."

Aria answers with a mock-angry expression and takes a daring swig of the pink liquid. Sweet was the word. The cocktail is actually quite good, goes down easy. Will it affect her? The small amount of champagne did. Does she care? Not anymore. Instead of a well-planned hunt, this has all just turned into an emotional disaster. Well, that and one of the best nights she has had in years.

She takes another sip as things bounce around in her head. She wants to fuck him. She should fuck him. Bring him home early in the morning and make such a racket that Adagio can't sleep for hours. She nearly empties her glass while daydreaming about the perfect sex-scene. Applejack's muscular body and huge manhood, Adagio's banging on the door and annoyed screaming. She snaps to when she notices her glass actually being empty. Applejack is observing her in silence. He speaks as soon as she has returned to the land of the conscious.

"Lost y'all for a minute there. Ya zoned into complete bliss. Didn't I tell ya the drink was good?"

She looks from his face to her empty glass in a bit of a haze. Blinking slowly, she nods a few times.

"Yeah... The drink..."

He is about to offer her another when she interrupts him by bouncing up and grasping his arm.

"Let's dance."

Applejack responds by emptying his bottle and allowing himself to be tugged along. There are not alot of couples on the fairly wide space before the stage but there are enough bodies swinging to blend in with for a kind of calm milling. They take each other's hands and step into the motion. Applejack leads and leads well. She was never in doubt about his dancing ever since he mentioned it. He is definitely the type for a barn-dance or the likes. She just never thought about seeing his massive body move like this. Nothing too complex but definitely calculated. Yet again, he makes her feel tiny by just swinging her around like she has the weight of a small bag of feathers. He manages to match up their pace to the music, stepping rather hectic. She feels awake, she feels alive. They exist in their own little sphere. The rest of the room, no, the rest of the world disappears on the backburner of their wild dance.

She is swung around like a dead leaf on an autumn breeze. A good few times, Applejack seems to forget his own strength and lift her up without meaning it. Getting flung around like that makes Aria tingle all over. More like a good feeling of weightlessness rather than something dangerous. Applejack's powerful aura of safety still has her completely spellbound. They dance through song after song, the harmonious noise guiding his steps and her mind. Both of them have no idea how long since they started when the band crashes through their final song and comes to a stop. Applejack actually looks a little winded. Aria leaps up and hangs on around his neck. It does not take him long to embrace her and hold her up. They share a longing look. Aria decides it is time. She leans in to whisper as the momentary silence allows it.

"I want you..."

Applejack just stares at her, wide-eyed as he holds her up to be face-to-face with him. What is going on in his head? She tries her best to think positive thoughts. Then, a moment later, as if a slow process has just cleared up in the mist of his mind, Applejack gives her a red-hot gaze accompanied by a grin.

"Y'all do, now? Yeah, well, how do we go about somethin' like that?"

Aria swoons a bit for a few different reasons. This is a perfect step in the right direction for her plan. Also, well, she is ridiculously horny and that needs tending. Wait, wasn't that the plan now? Whatever her reasons are anymore does not matter. That pink Mary-Sue made her tipsy and she just wants to touch and feel every part of Applejack's mountain of muscle. Maybe she'll just parade him in past Adagio and Sonata's no doubt boring and useless evening activity. That'd surely annoy them an equal amount as to being woken up by the sound of lewd activities. She has the devil in her eyes when she takes his hand and begins tugging him along.

"Let's go to my place, right now."

Applejack almost looks confused as she leads him off the dancefloor. She has found some new courage. That part he enjoys. The rest is a bit fuzzy, his head is desperately attempting to wrap itself around how all of this is going to work. They make a swift exit and before long, they are in Applejack's humongous pickup again. He drives expertly along the dark country roads, even after six beers. Aria has stopped thinking about anything other than the event at hand. She plays out a thousand different scenarios in her head. Entering that crummy apartment will never have been so good.

The road home feels short and long at the same time. The fuzzy tunes on the stereo makes it all blend into a cosmos of passing lights in the dark. A few directions after entering town, they are back where they started. Only not on the corner but closer to Aria's shared home. Applejack manages to park mercifully close and before long, they are both standing before the door to the apartment. Applejack made sure to bring extra drinks, looking very apologetic while picking them out of the back of his truck. Aria does not note or care. Her head is already swimming in the soft cloud that will very soon be Adagio's barely suppressed rage.

She opens the door and strides in, head held high. Applejack follows closely and barely looks around. Aria scans the small common-room of the apartment and finds, just as expected, Adagio and Sonata on the sofa. She offers them no greeting, she just puts on a smug grin and walks up to her door. Just as she and Applejack get into her room, Adagio is on her feet, halfway over to them. Aria closes and locks the door, doing her best to hold back an uncharacteristically happy snicker. She places both hands on Applejack's broad chest and pushes him to walk backwards toward the bed. He barely has time to set his beers down before she topples him onto the bed. She grasps his shirt and tugs it up, reveling in his expression, something between relaxation and panic. She is in command again and that is exactly what she wanted. She looks him straight in the eyes as she slowly unbuttons his shirt. He lays back and keeps his look of conflicted satisfaction. How will this go down? He cannot deny he is attracted to Aria in all kinds of ways. Perhaps just let her lead on again and see what happens. As if on cue, she climbs on top of him as she is done opening his shirt. She leans down to place her face in the middle of his pecs. He is warm and his heart-beat is stomping a very firm beat, perhaps a bit elevated but nothing too flustered. She takes in his scent. He smells so thickly of manly musk that he might aswell sweat testosterone.

She kisses his chest, slowly, carefully. Too carefully for her own liking. She corrects it by placing another kiss, this one longer and wetter. He runs his hands up and down her slight frame and she can already feel his erection growing from where she is seated. She wiggles her hips a bit to tease him. His response is to very decisively place both his hands on her behind. As his hands explore her, she gropes him just the same. Her entire being aches, a feeling she has not been able to shake for a long while now. She kisses his neck and gives a little nibble while discarding her jacket behind her back. She bites him rather hard before pulling back. Their eyes meet, she gives him an evil grin. He simply observes her in silent interest. Aria tries to figure out the next step. A moment of hesitation. Should she take her top off? Of course, it would be like proving a point. Nothing left to hide now, the charade resumes later. Right now it is just the two of them in their own little sphere. Not even the seething siren on the other side of the door shall disturb them.

She grabs her top and lifts it over her head. Applejack watches her do it. She sits on top of him in all her flat-chested glory. He still looks a bit hesitant, his hands remaining on her hips. She leans down and brushes her cheek against his. A kiss to encourage. Their lips meet and his hands slowly crawl up over her naked back. Tongues dance as he reaches around to gently caress her miniscule breasts. Their kiss is hot and heavy, he does not seem to have any reservations there. She bounces a bit up and down on his now fully erect member. He breaks the kiss and bites his lip. His jeans struggle to contain his rigid meat. As she notices, she moves to unbutton his pants. She looks up to him as she zips his fly down. Then she glances down to his cock as it is freed. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before stretching over him in a cat-like manner. Her shapely behind in the air as she peels her sliver-like hotpants down. Leaving only her extremely thin panties covering her. She has not been this exposed around someone in a long time. She settles down into his lap again.

He observes her for a while. Her pretty face, slim body and throbbing little erection. He cannot put words to it, not even in his head. Well, sometimes it is best not to think so damn much. While his head spins a bit, the sultry, needy look on her face melts its way straight into his soul. He lets his hands run down her tight stomach and end up on her hips. He says nothing, just locks eyes with her. A few moments later, he gives her a trying rolling of his hips, her tiny weight on his massive erection feels good. For them both. Aria lets out a sound of pleasure. Applejack responds with excitement rather than his new-found apathy. His muscles ripple as he rises to a sitting. He pretty much meets her face-to-face as she is very small compared to him.

"Just bare with me, sugar."

He whispers the words before kissing her, deep and passionate. She presses herself up against him and slowly starts bouncing her ass up and down, her arms clasped firmly around his neck. He melts onto her lips and his hands are very quickly back on her behind. He soon gets greedy. She knew it, with an ass like hers, who needs tits?

Aria speaks into his ear in a sweet and lusty voice.

"I want you inside me..."

She can hear Applejack swallow. He does not stop his kneading of her bottom. He is probably debating with himself again. She can wait. A little while anyhow. Applejack's touches slowly die off. She glances at his face to find him as smiling and handsome as ever. They exchange a certain look, then he suddenly flips to the side, rolling her over onto her back. He holds himself up with both arms, thick pillars of strength. His shoulder-length blonde hair cascading around his face. His thick, meaty member pressing against her much smaller package. The look on his face is very obvious, there is only one way this can and will go.

He hovers above her for some time, then slowly lowers himself, crawling down her a short bit. He puts two fingers into the hem of her panties and tugs. Her smooth, fully erect private parts pops out, just as stiff as his. He inhales sharply through his teeth and then runs his hand down it. Aria shivers in delight. A tiny bit of encouragement that drives Applejack further. He caresses her member again, this time locking his fingers around it and giving her a few soft pumps. It is Aria's time to bite her lip and tremble at his touch. He fondles her member for a little while, looking like he is trying to make sure if it's real or not. She writhes at his touch. How long has it been since someone touched her like that? Years? She lets out an adorable little moan. Applejack looks at her face, lies down next to her and leans in to kiss her while slowly starting to jerk her off.

Aria's moans intensify as Applejack gets more and more brave in his ministrations to her aching rod. His hand is large and rough but that only fires off more things in her mind. How was she ever hesitant about seducing this hunk? In this moment, she is absolutely spellbound. He picks up pace, she moans out loud. Just as she does so, he leans in for a little love-nibble of his own. He bites her neck while he gives her member a well-practiced stroking. She clasps her arms around him the best she can and just dead-straight moans him in the face. Her expression is that of wild ecstasy and her body convulses slightly. Applejack bites her again. She whimpers and scratches him with her well-manicured claws. Or, well, nails as it were.

After a few minutes of Applejack teasing Aria's member, he gets a bit more adventurous. He lets his hand wander lower. He is careful when caressing her smooth sack and then digs in. He uses a finger to prod her hidden hole. She shudders and caresses his face with both hands. They share a long glance before she whispers.

"There is lube in the drawer."

She indicates with a nod. When Applejack reaches for it, she turns over onto her side. She has had alot of practice, all of it alone. The prospect of attempting to take in Applejack's tremendous manhood has her shivering in anticipation. She hears him open the drawer and find the lube. She bites her finger. She twitches a bit after one of his arms wraps around her, then grasps his hand with both of hers. She holds her breath as she feels a finger touch her hole again, this time it is slippery. She holds back a little gasp as he slips it into her, trying at first. He spreads her asshole with careful movement of slippery fingers. She shudders and moans through sealed lips. Is he simply enjoying himself or is he... Examining her?

The thought dissipates as she feels his fingers leave her. A moment later, after a bit of shuffling, the large, warm shaft of his member pushes up between her asscheeks. It is very slippery and very hard. She inhales deeply and looks back to him. He is entirely focused on her slim little body. He holds her steady with one arm and handles his huge erection with the other. He teases her asshole by prodding it with the tip of his cock, lubing her up further. She makes a playful little noise and moves to push a bit back against him. His tip spreading her slightly. He grunts audibly at the same time as she gasps. She then lets out a ragged whimper as he begins pushing. He enters her bit by bit.

"Don't stop... Fill me up..."

She murmurs the words and kisses his arm. He pushes slightly harder. His large cock-head finally popping inside. Her eyes go wide as she takes in the sensation of his slippery member slowly penetrating her. It is his turn to moan as her incredible tightness grips him. He proceeds carefully. In her head, she is thankful for it. He is definitely larger than anything she has tried before. She buries her face in the bend of his arm and breathes rapidly as he goes deeper and deeper. He manages half his manhood inside of her before stopping.

She is already muttering nonsense. Sexy, lustful nonsense, almost unintelligible. He pulls back just as slow as he entered her. Then, just before his tip pops out, he pushes back in. She moans and whimpers, desperately guiding his hand down to her throbbing erection. He takes her member in his hand and rubs it slowly. If he had any problems with her cute little cock before, they are gone now. Her breath is hot on his skin, she twitches again and again as he teases, pleases and fucks her. Slow and deep.

He digs his fingers in under her and grasps her hip. A few slow thrusts soon turn into rapid repeats of shallow penetration while he strokes her faster. She presses herself against him and does her best to match his strokes. He alternates going shallow and fast with going slow and deep. He matches the strokes of his hand with the thrusts of his manhood. Aria gets louder and louder in her moaning, sometimes just blurting out garbled words about how big he is and how much she loves it. Most of it is absolutely genuine and true. Aria imagines Adagio listening in from the other side of the door. Hating every second of pleasure Aria is getting.

Applejack rams his cock into her, almost a bit to deep while rubbing the tip of her cock with his fingers. She answers it with a long, strained, quivering moan while her member oozes pre-cum. Applejack's attending fingers gets slick with her juices. He fills her up time and time again. Her tight body writhes in his grip. He kisses the back of her head, then her neck and finally, as she turns, he kisses her face.

Lips against lips. She accepts his kiss and turns it very sloppy and very long, taking a few seconds every now and then to moan against his face. He buries his member deep within her and runs his hand up her stomach. Staying it on her chest, he whispers into her ear.

"Get up on all fours, sugar."

She answers him with another kiss, then moves. He follows along, hand on her chest to hold her steady and manhood still inside of her. She spreads her fingers out over the bed-covers and crooks her back for to present her behind as much as possible. He towers behind her and slowly drags a hand down the curve of her back. He pulls back, only to sink his cock back into her. He goes even deeper than before. She cries out, a loud, long moan mixed with a few words.

"Ah, fuck! Applejack...!"

She cannot manage much more than that. She is speared so deep on his member that her mind is running all over the place. In that very moment, It is almost like Applejack reads her chaotic mind. She is already in some kind of ecstasy, might aswell make it more intense. He leans in and caresses her member again before grabbing it for a stroking. She pants and moans, twitches and presses herself against him the best she can while he works up a fair rhythm taking her from behind.

"Applejack... If you do that... I'm gonna... I'm..."

She finishes the almost-sentence with a breathy exhale ending in a whimper. Her entire being tenses up, then shudders. Her cock erupts with a shot of hot spray. She mixes her moans with incomprehensible words yet again and her arms begin to buckle. Applejack slows down with both touching and penetrating her. Her chest heaves and her body shivers. She just had the most powerful orgasm in a long, long time.

She gazes up over her shoulder, panting. Slicks strands of hair stuck to her face. He leans down to topple her over. She pretty much falls handlessly with his motion. He wraps her in him and pulls out of her, making her feel empty for the first time in a while. He grinds his slippery manhood up between her buttocks while yet again nibbling on her neck.

Aria tires to catch her breath but seems like she cannot. She twitches again, his strong arms steadying her. She pants out words but cannot seem to find her voice.

"You... I..."

She gives up attempting to speak and falls into a girlish giggle for a few seconds. She has just about a million things and lies to voice but as of right now, she is as empty in the head as Sonata. Applejack just squeezes her and says nothing as well. Aria wiggles against him. She got at least a good few degrees of satisfaction. Although she wishes she could have annoyed Adagio more. Then again, Applejack is still hard. She turns around and snuggles up against him.

"Now, how shall I make you cum, hm?"

Applejack locks eyes with her for a while. His lips slowly curl into a subtle smile. There is mischief in his eyes but as he speaks, he says something pretty much opposite of what she had expected.

"Y'all've already tamed that pony once today, how 'bout we snuggle up an' work it out in the mornin'?"

She is a bit disappointed by his still disgustingly gentleman-like behaviour. On a related note, it is nice knowing he followed her command without fail. She would love to fuck the gentleman out of him. All the dirty thoughts swimming in her mind run rampant with a maddening mix of emotions and physical feelings. Her concluding thought is simple enough; she wouldn't want to leave his embrace for anything in the world right now. The cherry on top will be waking Adagio with loud morning-sex.

"You can stop playing the gentleman now..."

She runs her fingers down his chest for a few seconds, stopping as he speaks.

"Sugar, I haven't been playin' anythin' in particular."

He kisses the top of her head.

"My game's cleaner than y'all's. I jus' haven't figured ya out yet."

Aria looks up to him, eyes wide for a second. He what? He is just jammering on now, right? He didn't just act all lovely for hours only to drop some bomb on her in a moment like this? No, that cannot be. He must be referring to her hasty approach. She goes from feeling shot down to having another small celebration in her head.

"Oh, cowboy, you'll see I'm full of more surprises."

Author's Note

This is only the beginning.
Or something like that.