Apple Bucking with a Beauty
“Apple Bucking with a Beauty”
Written by
JaydexTheShadowKnight
Fate has finally smiled on you. After waiting and all that hard work, you now have a job helping buck trees at Sweet Apple Acres. It’s something you’ve always wanted, and so far your first few weeks have been great. In fact you even got to spend some time with your major crush, Applejack. Life is good.
After meeting Applejack and getting to spend some time with her, she’s even more amazing than you originally thought. You’ve found her to be smart, funny, and even very caring. Naturally, you try to look away whenever she catches you staring at her, but you can’t help it, because she’s positively beautiful. While she is a very strong and hard working pony, your eyes can’t help but see the softer more feminine side to her. She has those heavenly green eyes, the cute freckles on her cheeks, that flowing blonde mane and of course her delightful cutie marks – consisting of three red apples. Roll all those features into her light orange fur and you have one heavenly pony. Despite the fact she may act all tough and tomboyish on the outside, you just know there’s a sweet mare somewhere inside longing to be loved. Of course what are the odds you’ll ever get a chance to find out? Someone as incredible as Applejack must have plenty of stallions hitting on her all the time.
Despite the odds, you feel there is at least a remote chance for you. Getting this job on her family’s orchard is a huge step forward. And it’s a good thing you spent all that time training and practicing your apple bucking. When Big Macintosh saw you buck for the first time, he was actually impressed. It was the first time you heard him say more than just “Eeyup.” Let’s face it, you know he’s a stallion of few words.
Today starts like most days on the orchard, but with one major difference. You find out you are going to be bucking apples, alone, with Applejack in the south orchard. At first you think your ears are lying to you. You stand there for a moment with a half-dumbfounded expression. Then you hear a proud voice say, “Come on now, what are ya standing around for?” Shaking your head you realize the words belong to Big Macintosh. The red stallion is looking you square in the eye. “You okay?”
Nodding your head you reply, “Yes Big Mac, I’m fine. Sorry, I was just getting mentally geared up for all the apple bucking I’ll be doing.” You hope he buys your story, but you know Big Mac is no dummy.
He grins at you and replies, “All right then. I’ll trust you to stay focused. Now get over to the south orchard and give my sis a hand. You should feel lucky today. She requested you help her personally. Applejack normally prefers to work alone.”
You try to hide your enthusiasm, but it’s not working so well. At least your mouth didn’t drop open. Standing firm, you give your fellow stallion a nod. “I’m on my way,” you declare.
Big Macintosh chuckles at you. “Then run along.”
Giving him one final nod, you turn toward the south orchard and take off at a firm trot. The fact that you are going to be working with Applejack sinks in. Your gait quickly turns into a full gallop as your hooves tear into the dirt trails, kicking up a small cloud of dust behind you. In a few minutes you arrive at your destination. There you see the heavy concentration of apple trees. Surrounding the bases of each tree are several carefully placed baskets. And just a few feet from you, there sits a two wheel wooden cart. It’s propped up and on a pair of wooden shims. The bed is fairly deep and can easily hold several dozen apples. At the front of the wagon is a large water jug. A small metal tap allows access to it, and you spy a pair of cups along its top. It’s a good thing somepony thought to bring water. After all, apple bucking can seriously be hard work.
Your eyes begin wandering around looking for Applejack, but there doesn’t seem to be any sign of her. Figuring you’ll meet up with her later – you eye up a nearby tree and decide to start with it. Just as you go to take your first step, you hear a rustling. Turning your head, your eyes meet Applejack. She emerged from a nearby group of trees. There is a smile on her face as her eyes move to greet you. “There you are Bucky,” you hear her say. Yes, she called you “Bucky”. It is the nickname she gave you about a week ago. After seeing how you buck trees so enthusiastically, Applejack started calling you that. At first you didn’t care for it, but since she was the one calling you “Bucky”, it actually began to grow on you.
“I’m sure happy you made it. This part of the orchard has more apples to buck than I originally thought,” Applejack remarks.
You smile back at her. Again you look around at all the carefully placed baskets. “Applejack, did you set up all these baskets and that cart over there?” you ask pointing a hoof at the card.
She tips back her hat and lightly nods her head. “I sure did. I got up right when the rooster crowed this morning,” she replies.
“Wow, you sure are one hard worker,” you remark.
She waves a hoof at you. “Aww shucks it’s nothing much. I just live by the same motto the Apple family does: Early to bed and early to rise, makes a pony healthy, wealthy and wise,” Applejack explains. She takes a few steps toward the cart. Then she looks back at you. “You know something, living by that expression has helped my family. We aren’t making too bad a living here in Ponyville.”
Again you smile. “Your family is very impressive. Everyone of you works so hard, it’s quite inspiring,” you declare, hoping you aren’t going overboard.
Her cheeks blush ever so slightly from your kind words. You hear a soft chuckle escape her mouth. Applejack then says, “That’s very kind of you to say. We all do our best around here. And heck, you’ve been a big help to us these past few weeks. It’s been quite a while since we’ve had an extra hoof that can buck apples half as good as you do.”
A compliment from Applejack! At first you think you’re hearing things, but the words quickly resound in your mind. You know your next response will be crucial, especially if you want to make a good impression on her. Feeling a tad embarrassed you turn your head away. “Aww, I’m not that special. Besides, I’m just doing my best to help you all out,” you respond modestly.
Her smile grows as she turns to fully face you. “Quite the modest one ain’t ya? You know I like that quality in a stallion,” she reveals, leaving you temporarily frozen in your tracks. You want to say something, but you seem to have developed a sudden case of lockjaw. Applejack just complimented you and said you possess a quality she likes. Thank goodness you have four sturdy hooves to stand on. Otherwise you’d have likely collapsed from the shear thrill of her words.
Shaking your head you focus on the task at hand. “I guess we should get started. Like you said, there are a lot of trees to buck,” you note – taking a long look at the massive group of trees sprawling out before you.
She walks over to the water jug and fills one of the cups with water. Glancing your way, she holds it up and says, “You want some? This sure can be tiring work? Best to take in plenty of fluids.”
There is that clever side of Applejack you love. A new smile forms on your face as you walk over to her. “I’d love some water,” you reply. Offering you the cup, you reach a hoof for it. As you take hold of it, your hoof lightly brushes against her hoof. For a split second you were in direct physically contact with her. It may not have been much, but it certainly was exhilarating. You realize you really do have it bad for her. “Thank you,” you add drawing back your drink.
“Don’t mention it,” she says. Then she fills her mug and begins downing the somewhat cool water within. Applejack had filled the big jug with water from the well, so it was naturally cool. It was still early morning and the shade of the trees shielded the container from direct sunlight, so the water should stay fairly cold, at least for several hours anyway.
You slowly begin drinking your water. Taking a moment to look up from your cup, you see Applejack refill her cup and quickly down the contents. After drinking a third cup, she finally places her mug down. “Boy howdy, I sure was thirsty. Well I don’t know about you, but I think it’s time we got bucking!” she declares.
“Right,” you agree, quickly chugging the rest of your water.
After replacing your cup, she eyes up the trees and forms a game plan. “Okay now. I’m gonna head over this way and start bucking the trees along there,” she explains pointing her hoof off to the right. “Now why don’t you start with the trees along here. If all goes well, we’ll meet up somewhere in the middle. And don’t worry, I ain’t no slave driver. We’ll take a break in a few hours and then of course we can also break for lunch around noon. Sound good to you?”
Nodding your head you reply, “Sounds great.”
She smiles at you and states, “If you need anything, just give me a yell. Well, happy bucking!” With her last words said, she moves off to start her work.
Taking one last long look at her as she walks out of sight, you finally get started. You return to that first tree you eyed. Turning around, you line yourself up and get into position. Looking back you mark the tree with an invisible ‘X’, using your left rear hoof. Taking a deep breath, you pull in your hind legs and give a mighty kick. Your hooves slam into the tree, shaking it with an incredible force. In moments you hear the sound of apples falling into the baskets below. Well that’s one tree down. Looking around, you see there are at least two hundred more to go. Each one is brimming with bright red apples. You chuckle softly; at least you enjoy this type of work. And having your crush only a few hundred yards away only sweetens the deal.
A few hours had pass, and you no longer are aware of the time. You continue focusing on your task. Dozens of trees stood waiting for you to buck them. It is certainly a good thing you aren’t a scrawny earth pony stallion. Though there is one surprising difference between you and Big Macintosh, other than the fact that he is a bit bigger and considerably stronger. Your hooves aren’t like his. The fur doesn’t recede around the solid part of your hooves like Big Mac’s does. Nevertheless you can still buck trees with the best of them.
You begin looking around notice the trees you had bucked. At least you could see a new pattern emerging. Stopping for a moment you began to wonder where Applejack is. You were fairly good at telling time, even without a clock, but you aren’t quite sure how long it has been since the two of your began. You also recall her mentioning taking a break in a few hours. In all honesty, you aren’t too exhausted at the moment, but you decide to look for Applejack anyway. If nothing else you can meet up with her and you two can check on each other’s progress. Besides, you relish having an excuse to go see her.
A grin forms on your face as you began searching the myriad trees of the south orchard for her. For a moment you begin to feel that this is just like searching for a needle in a haystack. A few minutes pass and you consider calling out her name. After all she said if you need anything to just give her a yell. Instead you figure it would be best to just keep poking around the trees. She couldn’t be too far…could she?
A few more minutes pass and you approach an area of trees joined by some bushes. Continuing to look around, your ears catch the sound of what sounds like talking. Giving it a sharper listen, it sounds like Applejack. Moving closer, you are finally able to make out some of the words. “Thank goodness this orchard is somewhat secluded. And it’s a good thing we are working on opposite parts of this section,” you hear Applejack speak. This confirms your suspicions it is her, but you have no idea, what she is talking about. Moving a little closer, you hear her voice coming from behind the bush you’re standing in front of. This time you hear her say, “Looks like I drank a bit more water than I realized. Well thankfully this won’t take too long. Oh and I guess I should go see how he’s doing then.”
Just what is Applejack going on about? Your curiosity continues to grow, as you cautiously poke your head out from between the bush and an adjacent tree. There you spy her backing up to a nearby tree. However her stance and alignment are incorrect for her to be bucking it. You quickly notice her tail moves to the side and she lightly spreads her hind legs. Then you make the connection to her mentioning all the water she drank. But there is no way she is about to do what you think she’s going to do.
You hear Applejack sigh and softly say, “Oh my, I didn’t realize I was holding this so long.” Following her words, your eyes widen as you see a pale yellow stream of urine squirt out from her crescent. It quickly forms a strong torrent, and the sound of it splashing against the roots of the tree behind her reaches your ears. The ground quickly begins to dampen as a small puddle begins to form. You can hardly believe this is happening. Your crush is emptying her bladder only a matter of feet from you. And oddly enough you find the sight of her peeing rather alluring. Strangely enough you have always been curious about seeing a mare pee. After all, their anatomy is considerably different from yours.
You continue to take in this enticing site, and don’t realize you let out a rather loud lustful sigh. Quickly you pull back your head as Applejack turns in your direction. Then as you back up, you step on a noisy twig. “Rats,” you whisper.
“Is somepony over there?” You hear Applejack ask. “If there is, y’all might as well come on out. If you want to see the show, you might as well do it honestly.”
You hear her remark and again think your ears are deceiving you. Once you step out there you just know she’s going to say you’re a creep for spying on her and that you are fired. Well there goes your dream job and any hopes of getting together with this wonderful mare. Oh well, this isn’t the first time you messed something like this up. Well if you went out there, at least you could be a stallion and own up to what you’ve done.
Letting out a heavy sigh, you emerge from the bushes. There you see Applejack, standing there still unleashing a surprisingly forceful jet of urine. You wonder just how much water she had drank. She looks at you and to your surprise Applejack doesn’t seem to be mad. “Oh Bucky, it’s just you. I wasn’t sure who it was at first,” she remarks letting out a sigh of relief. “So are you enjoying my little show?” she asks.
Part of you wants to look away from the sight of her peeing, yet the curious colt inside cannot turn away. Unable to speak at first, you just nod a few times.
She giggles at you and says, “I guess mares and stallions are all a little curious about how they pee at some time in their lives.”
You nod again and finally are able to speak, “Yeah. I’m sorry Applejack. I was looking for you, but didn’t expect to find you…uh…doing this. And I hope you’re not too mad that I was staring at you.” You give her a sincerely apologetic expression.
Her stream beings to sputter as her bladder has finally started to empty. Her face softens and she smiles at you. “Don’t fret none Bucky,” she begins. “I can’t blame you for being curious, besides you ain’t the first stallion to catch me doing this. Though you are the first…that I didn’t mind having watch me.”
You feel a rush of adrenaline accompany her words. Did she really mean it? She didn’t mind having you watch her pee? “Applejack,” you utter softly, “ Do you mean it?”
Her stream comes to an end and a few straggling spurts squirt out. “Of course I do,” she replies, doing her best to shake dry.
Looking around you find a few clean fallen tree leaves. You pick them up and walk over to her. “Here,” you say offering her the leaves to dry off with.
She blushes and smiles warmly at your thoughtful gesture. “That’s real nice of you Bucky. Uh, do you mind?” Applejack asks pointing to her flank.
Your mouth drops open. “You want me to wipe you dry?” you ask feeling quite dumbfounded.
She nods at you a couple times. “I do. Come on, Bucky I trust you. In the time you’ve been here, I’ve come to realize you’re an honest pony,” Applejack remarks.
By this point, you figure this is now just some crazy dream. Maybe if you go with the flow, you will wake up and discover you simply fell asleep from all the apple bucking you had been doing. In all seriousness this day just seems to be going more and more in your favor and that just doesn’t jive.
Rejecting all your hesitation, you secure the leaves in your hoof and walk up to Applejack’s backside. You still can’t believe she asked you to do this. Of course if she were to dry herself, she would need to get in a rather compromising position, so maybe she likes this idea better. Slowly you began running the leaves against her. They were all that stood between your hoof and her amazing marehood. Naturally you took a good look at it while she was peeing and while you were tending to it. This was really making you feel a strong sense of arousal. It was all you could to do fight the urge to become physically aroused. Removing the leaves you studied her folds carefully and then you ask, “How do you feel? It looks dry back here.”
“Right as rain,” she replies. “Thanks a bunch for doing that. I could have done that myself, but it means getting in that really awkward position.”
Tossing the leaves by the dampened tree, you say, “No problem. Well I guess we should, uh get back to work.” At this point you hardly know what to say or do. Work seems to be the best alternative.
Applejack walks up to you. You have no idea what’s on her mind and for some reason that leaves you feeling quite unnerved. She looks at you for a moment, then you see her gaze shift away form your face. “Hey now, what do ya have going on back there?” she asks.
Your eyes widen in horror as you realize she staring at your stallionhood, and worst of all, you failed to ward off all that arousal and have now become erect. The embarrassment makes you blush deeply. You hope she isn’t upset by this development. You are starting to wonder how you would make it out of this day alive now. “Um,” is all you can mutter to her.
Applejack giggles at you. “Are you getting all shy on me, because of that? Come on now, it’s a perfectly natural response…to the right kind of stimuli,” she remarks, once again flexing her intelligence for you. Then you notice a somewhat sly expression on her face. “Say Bucky, I was wondering something? They say turnabout is fair play…so would you do me a favor…” she begins. You close your eyes and brace your ears for what you suspect she is going to ask. “Could I watch you pee…that is if you need to relieve yourself.”
In actuality the question doesn’t sound as bad as it did in you mind. In fact you aren’t even sure what state your bladder is in. You had been so wrapped up in your apple bucking you didn’t even pay it any heed. Plus you are ignoring it just now, because of all the bells and whistles going off in your head. Clearing your mind, you take a moment to focus on your nether region. You notice a distinct tingling in your bladder. Apparently you do need to relieve yourself. “I guess you’re right Applejack. I saw you go…it’s only fair,” you utter. But why is Applejack letting all of this happen? Is she going somewhere with this…or could it be that against all hope…she actually likes you too? Well there was one way to find out.
“Okay then. Of course don’t feel pressured to do this for me, if y’all don’t really want to,” she speaks wanting you to know she respects your feelings.
Applejack really is quite a mare. Now she is being respectful to you. She must be going somewhere with all of this. At least you hope so. At any rate, you figure you can do this for her. Besides she did it for you…and you didn’t even have to ask. “No, Applejack, it’s fine,” you respond. You walk over to the same tree she had just used. Oddly enough you like the idea of peeing where she has just gone. Taking a deep breath you take up position near the dampened ground. You lightly spread your back legs, ensuring that she can get a decent view of you. Focusing for a moment, you discover you are relaxed enough around her to go. Slowly you being firing a few shots of light yellow urine at the ground, gradually releasing to a full stream. You immediately notice the smell of her pee and yours start to combine. It’s a little unpleasant, but you’ve smelled far worse.
Applejack begins watching you like a curious little filly. You find it odd that she is acting like she hasn’t seen a stallion pee before. After mentioning being caught by other stallions, you figure she must have seen her brother or somepony else do the same at some point. Regardless you stand there putting on your own little show for her. It’s a little embarrassing and you feel your face become flush because of it. “So…what do you think?” you dare to ask her.
She watches you noticing just how rapid a pace you urine is racing out of you. Applejack’s happy expression shifts to one of notable concern. “Bucky,” she begins, “Why didn’t you come find me sooner? If ya had to pee this bad, I would have given you a break for sure.”
You smile from her caring words and say, “Oh, it’s okay Applejack. In all honesty, I didn’t even realize I had to go till just a little bit ago.”
She continues to watch you with due interest. Applejack marvels at the volume of urine you appear to be putting out. “Whoa Nelly, you must have drank quite a bit too,” she declares.
You snicker at her. “Yeah, I think I did. Well the first few dozen trees or so weren’t that far from the water jug. And you were right. Apple bucking is tiring work. So I made sure to keep my fluid levels up,” you respond partially grinning.
She didn’t say anything, rather she keeps watching as your stream weakens and comes to a halt. You flex your hips and shake dry as best you can. This whole chain of events just seems hard to believe. But so far you like where this seems to be heading.
“Well, that sure was nice. Oh and do I detect an ulterior motive to the spot you chose to pee?” Applejack inquires curiously.
You blush and figure there’s no point in trying to concoct a lie. She is known for her honesty. “Yeah there is, but it probably would sound foolish to you,” you reply.
Applejack walks up to you. Here beautiful green eyes are only inches from your face. “Is that a fact?” she asks you. “Come on Bucky, there’s no need to keep playing these coy games. You’ve got a thing for me, don’t ya?
Her eyes seem to pierce right through yours and into your very being. There seems to be a glimmer of hope in her eyes. At this point you have little to lose, by throwing down your cards. You might as well come clean. After sighing you profess, “Yes Applejack…I’m crazy about you. Working here on Sweet Apple Acres with you has been a dream come true. And I only hope my actions today haven’t ruined things for me.”
You turn your head to the side and uneasily await her reply. For a moment there is only silence. Then you feel a hoof caress your right cheek. Turning your head back, you see an expression of shear joy on Applejack’s face. “I’m glad you finally told me,” she confesses. “I suspected you were keen on me since you first started working here. I admit, I didn’t know what to think of you at first, but as the days went on,” she pauses a moment to look into your eyes. Then collecting her thoughts, she continues, “You have been so kind to me and the other members of the Apple family. You’re always polite to Apple Bloom, my little sister, and you’re always ready to help out around the farm and orchard. Not to mention you are quite the handsome stallion too.” Following her words, Applejack continues to run her hoof along the soft fur of your cheek.
You blink at her partly in disbelief. This is a great start to what you’ve been hoping for. “Applejack,” you speak quietly.
She continues to smile at you. “I’ll tell you something Bucky,” she starts. “I’m finding myself becoming more than a little crazy for you.” Her words are heavenly. She has begun revealing that truly feminine side you always suspected she had, and so far you love it.
“So that’s why you said, you didn’t mind me watching you pee,” you remark in realization.
She nods. “Yeah, but you gotta know, it’s not like I planned on letting you watch me or nothing. Shoot, I had no idea if we’d ever bury the hatchet on this matter,” Applejack reveals.
You quickly think back to Big Mac’s words this morning. He told you that Applejack normally works alone, but her reason for asking for your help seemed genuine. “Wait a second Applejack. Did you ask for my help today…hoping we could have a talk like this?” you inquire suspecting you are putting all the pieces of the puzzle together.
She tries not to grin. “Yeah. I was hoping my reason for asking for your help would throw you off, but I ain’t the best liar,” she confesses.
“I know. And it’s okay, but wow…you really like me?” you question.
Her eyes shift around and as she suspected, there is no pony nearby. Applejack leans up and kisses you gently on the lips. For a moment your body freezes to take in this amazing sensation. Her kiss is incredible. It’s strong, yet its yielding, it’s bold but passionate. Her kiss is better than you hoped it would be.
Pulling back, Applejack looks intently at you. “Does that answer your question?” she replies.
Reaching out a hoof to touch one of her lovely cheeks, you respond, “It does Applejack.”
She moves close to you and leans her head on your shoulder. You hear a content sigh escape her mouth. It fills you with a calming serenity and a growing anticipation of wonders to come. But sadly the harshness of reality sets in. You two are still technically on the job. There is work to do, and you couldn’t shirk your responsibilities. Besides, now that the feelings are in the open, you two could always hook up after work. Not that it does much for your current dilemma. Strongly disliking yourself, you say, “I hate to spoil the mood, but we probably should get back to work and finish this later.”
“Darn you Bucky,” she sighs. “There you go being all responsible. That’s another trait I like in a stallion.” Applejack pulls back and gazes into your eyes again. “You just keep making me want you more and more,” she remarks.
“Applejack…I,” she cuts you off, placing her hoof over your mouth.
“Don’t say anything. Your eyes say more than words ever could. And don’t worry about the apple bucking right now. We’ve more than earned a little break. Besides, I can’t have you working like that,” she admits pointing to your backside.
That’s when you remember, you arousal still hasn’t gone away. In fact her words and gestures have only added to your desire. “Then what are you going to do about it?” you ask her, giving her a sly look.
She places her hooves on your shoulders and smiles at you. “Well…I think I’ll express my feelings for you physically,” she declares with a suggestive wink. Then her smile grows. “You know, you aren’t the only pony who’s in need right now.” Your eyes widen as she turns around. Applejack moves her tail to the side and points a hoof toward her backside. “If you take a close look, you’ll see what I’m talking about.”
This is epic! She is actually allowing you to get a close look at her private area. You slowly move closer to scope her inviting crescent. At first you don’t notice anything out of the ordinary. Then taking a closer look at her labia, you discover a distinct dampness along her slit. Your curiosity is begging you to take a look inside and see if there are further signs of her arousal. You swallow hard and then manage to ask, “Applejack…do you mind if I take a closer look.”
She turns her head back at you and winks. “Go ahead…I’m fine with it.”
Taking a deep breath you slowly reach out your hooves. Gently you place one on either side of her folds. Slowly you part the way. You notice Applejack sigh pleasantly from your touch. Focusing, you examine her parted petals. The moisture is more prevalent inside and reminds you of a similar sight you once saw with one of the few mares you had gotten this far with. It is quite an entrancing sight. Afraid of lingering, you retract your hooves and back away from her. “I see what you mean,” you utter nervously.
She turns around to get a proper look at you. The smile remains on her face. “You should feel quite flattered,” she admits.
“Oh?” you question.
“Yeah. I don’t normally get like that, unless I’m tending to myself,” she answers.
Your mind begins to wander, creating a mental image of Applejack pleasing herself. But then you come to a halt. You wonder why she would need to tend to her own needs. Surely somepony as amazing at her would have her pick of the stallions. At least that’s what you think.
“Applejack, what do you mean you tend to yourself? Don’t you have stallions asking you out all the time?” you inquire.
She lightly kicks her front hoof along the dirt. “Aww shucks. I’m flattered you think so high of me Bucky, but I’m not as popular with the stallions as you might think,” she answers.
“Really?” you respond, unable to believe her words.
“It’s true. In fact it’s been a quite while since I last had the pleasure of a nice stallion,” she replies. Then her head and ears droop a little. “Well there were a few nice ones, but nice would be pushing it a bit for the last one.”
Her explanation whets your interest. The tone of her voice indicates a note of sorrow. “What happened…if you don’t mind my asking?”
Applejack places a hoof behind her head. “You really wanna know?” she asks, seeking clarity from you. You simply nod. “Okay then.” She pauses to collect her thoughts. Her body language suggests that this is clearly something she doesn’t share with just anypony. You immediately feel quite privileged when you make that connection. After casting out a sigh, Applejack explains, “Well things were going fine between us. We both seemed to really be getting along well, or so I thought. Then came the time he and I decided to take our relationship to the next level…you know we were going to have some real fun. I guess I got a little excited, and something about the way I talked seemed to sour his mood.” She grows eerily silent for a moment. There was a strong sense of regret and sadness in her last sentence. Applejack brings her eyes to look at you and she concludes, “Next thing I knew, he was going off on me, and said a bunch of really mean and hurtful things. He told me the way I talked meant that I was a poorly educated and a stupid pony. There was no way he wanted to go any further with a pony like me. Then he said the most hurtful thing of all. He said no stallion would want to be with somepony like me. After that he stormed out.” Applejack pauses again to complete her recollection. By this point you notice her voice has started breaking and you see her body is clearly trembling from the harrowing emotions these memories have dredged up. Part of you longs to reach out and comfort her, but would you be out of place to do so?
As you stand there silently listening, she finally says, “After he departed, I stood there for a while. I couldn’t believe how fast things went south. Shoot, I had no idea my mannerisms offended him so much. When we first started seeing each other, I had no idea my way of speaking bothered him. I guess he hid his true feelings from me. But since him, I’ve not really been with anypony special. There have been a few stallions, but they are either too shy, or are taken, or are like him and as soon as I talk…they lose interest.” You continue to hang on her every word, offering up your full attention. You strongly wish you could say something to comfort her, but the right words just seem to escape you. Applejack walks up to you again. You see tears slowly forming in her eyes. The shear sight of her in tears makes your heart sink and ache. She places a hoof on your shoulder. “I’m so sorry Bucky. Look at me. I’m a stronger pony than this…and now I’m crying and most likely killing the mood,” she sighs as the tears begin trailing down her cheeks.
At that point you finally lose control of your restraint. You reach out your hooves and embrace her close to you. The words finally come and you tell her, “Applejack, it’s all right. You are a strong pony! By letting out your emotions, you show great character. And don’t worry about the mood. How can I worry about myself, when you are in tears? I can’t be happy, if you’re not happy.” Your hooves tighten around her as you hope to comfort her and share your deep-rooted feelings for her.
She pulls back to look at you through glassy eyes. A hopeful smile forms on her face as she hugs you back. “Thank you. Thank you Bucky. You are one of the nicest stallions I’ve ever met. You know, this is a side, I only share with ponies I feel really comfortable with,” she confesses.
A warm feeling encompasses your heart, as the two of you remain embraced. You begin running a your left hoof across her back, continuing to comfort her. “Applejack, I can’t believe the nerve of that guy. Don’t you ever give his words a second thought! He’s a complete jerk. Any stallion would be more than lucky to have you as his mare! I know I would,” you profess unafraid of the remote chance of her rejecting you.
You hear Applejack sigh form your kind words. Adjusting her head along your shoulder, she moves to nuzzle her cheek to yours. Her tear dampened fur rubs softly along your cheek. You sigh contently enjoying the touch of her cheek to yours. It fills you with a subtle joy. “Applejack,” you utter softly.
She lets go of you and moves ever so slightly back. Her green eyes stare deep into yours once again. You notice a few lingering tears in her eyes. Thoughtfully you reach out your hoof and very gingerly whisk them away for her. Applejack’s smile grows. The sorrow fades from her eyes and a new very promising and joyful expression takes its place. “So you would consider yourself lucky to have me, huh?” she questions you with a slick smile.
You nod and reply, “Of course.”
“Then come here,” she beckons to you. You move closer to her. There is an intent look of passion in her eyes. She places her hooves around you and softy whispers your name and tenderly says, “I want you…right now.”
You place your hooves around her. A big smile forms on your face, while you gaze deep into her green orbs. “Applejack…I want you too,” you confess. Though the look in her eyes tells you, she already knows that.
Applejack moves her mouth right up to yours. You can feel her warm breath fall against your face. Without saying another word, she presses her lips firmly against yours. You feel a rush of exhilaration surge throughout your body. This kiss is even better than the last one. Her passion has seemed to increase tenfold in a very short amount of time. She moans softly as your kiss continues. Her lips remain locked against yours, you can tell this won’t be a short kiss. Losing yourself in the sensation you hear a series of soft muffled moans emerge from your own mouth. Then you notice her lips part and realize she wants this to evolve into an open mouth kiss. Happy to oblige, you part your lips. Your tongues meet for an enticing union. At first you both are a little hesitant, but then the fires of passion fuel your resolve. In moments you find the two of you are really enjoying this. You feel her hooves pull you closer to her and you respond in kind. After a few moments more your mouths separate. Your eyes meet with hers and you smile at each other. “Land sakes, that was wonderful,” she expresses.
“I know,” you quickly agree. All you have done is deeply kiss Applejack and already your body feels wonderful. There is a pleasant warming sensation tingling throughout your body. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest. The feeling is only augmented when you take another look into her eyes.
She smiles at you and points her head in the direction of a nearby tree. There is a large patch of soft grass along its submerged roots. Giving her a silent nod, you both make your way over there. Upon arriving, she directs you to have a seat. You lower yourself onto your rump and carefully drape your tail along side the grass. Then you part your hind legs in a ‘v’ position. Naturally Applejack can now see your excited masculinity, but her eyes only seem to grow more excited because of it.
She moves closer to you; there is a sweet expression on her face. Applejack reaches her hooves up and removes her trademark cowpony hat. Smiling at you, she gently crowns you with it. Then she remarks, “That looks good on you.”
“But why did you?” you ask giving her a quizzical face.
She giggles at you. “Well I needed to take that off, so I could do this,” she replies, now using her hooves to loosen her hair tie. She lets it drop gracefully to the ground. Then giving her head a gentle shake, her long blonde mane flows freely in the breeze created by her movements. Your eyes widen as you take in the look of her with her hair no longer confined. Somehow this simple change has increased her beauty and made her look softer and more feminine. But it appears that she’s not done yet. Applejack curls her tail over and then she unties the ribbon holding it in place. It too drops to the ground, allowing her beautiful tail to flutter freely back to her flank. Your mouth drops open as she positions herself above you gingerly sitting in your lap. “What is it sugar cube? Oh…I get it, you like what you see, don’t you?” she asks flaunting her mane at you.
“Oh my goodness, yes. Applejack…you’re so beautiful,” you declare in a loving voice.
She blushes at your flattering words. “Aww shucks, that’s mighty sweet of you Bucky,” she replies.
You smile at her, and then a thought crosses your mind. “Applejack. I just realized I’ve never seen you with your hair down. Even before I came to work on your orchard, the few times I saw you, you always had your mane and tail tied,” you note. Then you gasp taking a solid look at her. “Did you do this for me?”
She nods and smiles. “Of course I did it for you silly. I don’t let my hair down for just anypony. Nor do I let them wear my hat either,” she states boldly. A smile forms on your face in gratitude.
You reach out your hooves and draw her in for another kiss. You’re letting her know you’ve had enough talk and are ready if she is. Her hooves move around you and she adds to your deepening kiss. Then you reach out your right hoof and run it gently along her surprisingly soft mane. Despite her being a very active pony, her hair does seem to be rather well kept. The texture feels amazing against your furry appendage. Your eyes open wide as you begin to feel her move a hoof across your chest. Slowly she begins to run it down across your belly, slowly approaching your raging stallionhood. You sit in total awe as your kiss ends. Your anticipation grows until you feel a shocking jolt up your back. Her hoof has made contact. You always wondered what her touch would feel like. Shivers of pleasure race across your body as she moves her hoof to your smooth and sensitive underside. There she has begun tenderly caressing you. Each stroke makes you gasp softly.
Not wanting this wonderful mare to feel left out – you move your left hoof down to her waiting loins. Gently you begin tracing her curves. Her body reacts lightly and you hear Applejack sigh contently. You move your hoof along her crease and notice her moistness has grown considerably. A rush of excitement rolls over you, but as much as you want this to happen, a nagging feeling comes to mind.
You detest yourself for breaking the moment, but you look up at Applejack and ask, “Do you really want to do this? I mean…go all the way?”
She stops her hoof and looks up at you with a thoughtful smile. “Of course I do. I thought you knew that…unless…is something bothering you?” Applejack remarks.
“Well yes and no. It’s just…do you want to risk getting pregnant?” you ask her.
She chuckles at you for a moment. “Is that what you’re worried about?” You nod thrice. She places her free hoof on your shoulder. “Relax Bucky. I’m on the safe end of my cycle. There’s no need to fret,” she explains.
You feel a sense of relief from her words. Once again she is displaying that intelligence of hers. And to think her last stallion friend had the nerve to call her stupid and uneducated. Only a truly clever mare could learn to understand her own body. You smile at her. “Applejack, you are as smart as you are beautiful,” you profess running your right hoof along her soft mane.
Applejack lightly utters your name and then resumes lightly stroking you. Waves of pleasure begin surging through you. Sighing heavenly, you continue caressing her sensitive area. Your hoof bumps into a little nub at the top of her mound. Tenderly you begin massaging it. Applejack’s hoof stops and you hear her release a series of rhythmic moans as her body begins to twitch under your touch. You continue to rub her sensitive tip adding just a little more speed. Her breathing begins to deepen as you hear gasp after gasp leave her now open mouth.
Suddenly you feel her hoof begin to caress your stallionhood again. Looking at the expression on her face, you can see she wants to make you feel just as good as you’re making her feel. She leans in to give you another tender kiss on the lips. Your right hoof continues to touch her mane as your lips share the fiery passion burning within both of you. After your lips part, you notice your left hoof has become quite damp. Glancing down you can see she should be ready. And it’s a good thing too – you aren’t sure how much more of her stroking you can stand. Your member feels incredibly pleasant and warm, but even you have your limits. Thankfully you have plenty of stamina left for the main event.
You look up into her gorgeous eyes one more time. She looks back at you, still smiling. “I’m ready,” she announces.
Those words are music to your ears. You are going to do the one thing you’ve only dared to dream about with Applejack. Placing your hooves along her cutie marks, you help lift her up and bring her closer to your hungering loins. You feel her dampened crescent brush against the underside of your towering masculinity as she moves into position. The feeling is amazing and only adds to your increasing desire for her. Keeping your eyes focused on hers, you can see that she both yearns and hungers for you as well. If this is a dream, you pray you never awaken from it.
Her marehood comes to rest at the top of your spire. Applejack’s eyes are still glued to your face. A tender expression forms on her face and she says, “Please Bucky, I need you.”
“Of course Applejack,” you reply softly. Carefully the tip of your shaft parts her delicate petals and begins to enter. She can feel you sliding slowly up inside of her. Thunderous waves of blissful pleasure rip across your body as you feel the wonderful sensation of entering her sacred place. This feeling is greatly augmented when you hear the pleasured sighs and quiet moans of her reaction to your entry.
The hooves of her hind legs rest along the ground hanging over your back legs. She begins to move on you, first pulling up and then softly falling back down. Not wanting her to do all the work alone, you keep your upper hooves on her cutie marks and guide her movements adding the strength of your lift along with her motion.
Applejack continues moving on you. You lean your head forward and begin planting a series of kisses along her neck and chest. Then you move to kiss her cheeks and finally lock your lips with her. Your kiss quickly deeps. The movement continues between you as your mouths join your merged loins in a major exchange of raging passion. You can only hope, she feels as amazing as you do. Your senses seem to be working to the point of overload. Never can you recall feeling so much pleasure. Your lips part following your deep kiss. Taking at look at this beautiful mare, you notice her eyes close and her head tilts backward. You can feel her body twitch and tremble as a serious of moans and sighs begin to escape her mouth.
You join her in closing your eyes and allowing your head to drift upward. You can feel the excitement mount around the point of your heavenly union. Your muscles begin to feel weak, and you both fall back against the trunk of the sturdy apple tree. Even as her speed increases you can hardly believe how tender the union between your bodies feels. It would seem she doesn’t like it overly rough, which is just fine with you.
Applejack embraces you with her hooves and lightly taps you on the shoulder. You lower your head and manage to force your eyes open as your heart rate and breathing continue to rise. She stares deep into the windows of your soul. Even with gasps and moans of pleasure fleeing her mouth, she still manages to give you a calming expression. Then you both feel a strong sensation begin to build within your bodies. Your eyes widen as you look at her. She nods her head and then her movement begins to really pick up. Her moans become a bit louder and her breath continues to grow shallower. Your hooves continue to move in time with her bucking hips, aiding her motions. Your body begins to feel like it’s going to melt as you begin to struggle for breath.
A few moments more pass and then finally you feel her body contort and twitch forcefully. Applejack lets out a very loud moan of pleasure and you feel a powerful dampness release along your spire. The sounds and feelings generated by her take you over the top and you join her in the wild throws of bliss. You feel a powerful warmth explode from within you and burst out into her. You each let out a series of pleasured moans almost trying to out do one another. Time almost seems to freeze, as you both become lost in the blissful serenity of that culminated moment.
The two of you struggle to regain your breath as you slowly come down form that unbelievable release that occurred between you. Even as you both gasp for air, your eyes still manage to meet. You both share a series of short kisses as the embers of passion still burn within you. Slowly your hearts begin to beat slower and your breath returns. She topples to the grassy carpet of the orchard bringing you with her. At some point your bodies separate. Now you are both laying beside each other.
Applejack moves closer to you as you both remain there on the ground. She looks at you with a loving smile and you do your best to return her gaze. She whispers your name. “That was wonderful!” she expresses still lightly panting for breath.
You run a hoof along her golden mane. “I know. You were wonderful Applejack,” you profess affectionately. A strong warmth still burns within your heart as you gaze upon her.
She leans closer and kisses you again. “Boy howdy, I think you’ll make one fine lover,” Applejack remarks.
Your eyes widen with joy as you look intently at her. “Applejack, do you mean it?” you ask eagerly.
She giggles at you softly. “Of course I do,” she replies running a hoof through the portion of your mane sticking out from under her hat.
While you were bonded to her, you had almost forgotten you had her hat on your head. It was an honor to wear it, but all you really cared about was being so deeply intimate with the mare of your dreams. Then you quickly recall the events of the day leading up to this moment. “Gee, to think this all started when I caught you peeing,” you remark.
“Yeah, I’ll bet you never thought your day would turn out quite like this,” she admits.
You place your hooves around her and pull her close. “I’m just glad I got to spend such a wonderful time with you Applejack,” you speak fondly to her.
“Aww Bucky…you’re sweet,” she remarks with a giggle.
You grin lightly at her as you let out a yawn. She quickly does the same. While that was incredibly fun, you feel rather exhausted now. “Oh my…I could go for a quick nap,” you speak.
“I know what you mean. Well, why not. How about we take a quick nap. Then we can go grab some lunch and this after…we’ll give these trees the bucking of their lives!” she avows boldly.
“Sounds like a plan to me. Say…do you mind if we work closer together this time?"
“Of course. I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she responds giving you a wink.
Then you wonder about something. “Oh but won’t the others look for us?” you ask.
“Naw, Big Mac and the others know they can depend on me to get my work done. And they know you’re with me. Besides they’re busy in the other parts of the orchard,” she explains.
That helps put your mind at ease. “That’s good to know. Say Applejack, would you like to cuddle until we fall asleep?” you propose.
“Sure, that’d be mighty swell. After all that caressing you did to my mane, I was hoping it meant you’d be up for some cuddling,” she expresses happily.
The two of you closely embrace and begin to nuzzle and gently caress each other. This was almost more than you could have ever hoped for. There you are cuddling with Applejack. You hope your heart won’t suddenly burst from an overload of happiness. Then as you feel that tingling in your heart, you feel compelled to speak. “Uh Applejack. There’s something my heart is begging me to say to you…but I’m not sure if it’s too soon to say.”
“Go ahead anyway darling,” she urges you, and she suspects she knows what you’re about to say.
“Applejack…I love you.”
She rubs her cheek along yours and speaks your name and says, “You make me very happy. I love you too.”
“Applejack,” you utter softly.
She whispers your name. Then the two of you lay your heads along the soft grass, still cuddled close. A few minutes pass and you both drift off to sleep. Even as you rest, you look forward to the time you’ll spend with Applejack, once you both awaken.
