50 Shades of Hay

Light fills the room, stirring me from my peaceful sleep. As I groggily awake, I stretch out and yawn. I open my eyes, sit up on my sore haunches, and gaze out of the wall high window at the head of Dashes bed. Through the gaps in the clouds, I can see the early morning sun basking Canterlot in its golden rays at my hooves. It’s an amazingly beautiful sight.

Glancing slowly around the room, I notice that Dash is nowhere to be seen. I dismiss that detail with a shake of my head and turn my attention down towards the unkempt bedding beneath my hooves. I can see several small, red smudges all over the sheets. Is that… no it can’t be… blood?!

I scurry off the bed quickly, like it was on fire, which probably wasn’t a good idea in hindsight. Pain slices through my rear, which almost causes me to keel over. Damn it, that hurts! I didn’t think Dash was going to be so rough with me. Glancing over my shoulder, I rub my aching behind in an attempt to quell the pain. I sigh as I feel my anxiety fade slowly, along with the pain. I really hope there aren’t any lasting side effects, and it doesn’t hinder my ability to applebuck, or sit down for that matter. Wait, sit down… why does that… it’s almost like…

“If you were mine, you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week.”

Argh! I didn’t think she meant literally! I face hoof, of course she did. Why am I still being surprised at this point? An unsettlingly dirty feeling washes over me as I spare one last look at the blood stained sheets, before I make my way out of Dashes bedroom. I stop at the small staircase outside her room as another sensation floods through me.

I really have to use the bathroom…

Trotting forward, I open the door directly across from Dashes bedroom, and to my pleasant surprise, it is in fact the bathroom. Her bathroom is bigger than my bedroom! There are two sinks along the left hoof counter, with a gigantic mirror to follow. Across from the door, taking up the entire length of the far wall, is a king size bathtub with a raised platform in the center of the wall, wide enough for two ponies the sit flank by flank. In the right hoof corner, closest to the door, is a shower cubicle that could probably fit four ponies comfortably… if they all stood on their hind legs. Between the shower and bathtub is the toilet, which I hastily rush up to and use.

Honestly, why does one mare need so much space? As I finish my business and wash my hooves, I can’t help but stare at myself in the ridiculously large mirror. Do I look different? I feel different… well, I feel sore. My mane is a shaggy mess, hmm, ‘just deflowered’ hair doesn’t really suit me. I run my still damp hooves through my mane in an attempt to work it into something presentable.

After thirty seconds, I realize that I don’t have the patience, and give up. I release a frustrated huff as I settle for allowing my untidy mane to fall loosely around my neck and shoulders.

Suddenly, I’m very aware of the fact that I’m starving. Exiting the bathroom, I head downstairs to the kitchen to find Dash sitting at one of the stools of the breakfast bar. Her mane is almost as untidy as mine, however, the look suits her. A white, long sleeve button up shirt is draped loosely around her torso.

She appears to be in the middle of filling out some paperwork. She glances up from her work, and gives me a small smile as I approach her.

“Good morning, Miss Jack. I trust you slept well last night?”

“Yeah, Ah did. What are ya workin’ on?”

She sighs. “Just proofreading a contract agreement.”

A weary look spreads across my face. “It’s not our contract, is it?”

She smiles. “No, just business stuff.”

“Oh, Ah see… have you eaten yet?”

She glances at me briefly, before returning to her paperwork. “No. Mrs. Jones usually prepares my meals.”

“And she’s not here?”

“No.”

“Hmmm.” I walk around into the kitchen and examine it briefly. It’s sleek and modern looking, and the cupboards don’t have handles. I’d wager that they’re those new fancy ones that you have to push to open. I open her fridge to find some eggs and leftover pancake batter.

“How do pancakes and eggs sound?” I ask with a grin.

She looks up at me with surprise and confusion. “Good…?”

I smile as I gather the ingredients and set them aside.

Fumbling my way around her kitchen. I finally find two frying pans, which I set down on the stove. It only takes a few seconds for the hot plates to heat up, which is a pleasant surprise. Back on the farm, you’d be looking at the better part of five minutes just to get one ready.

I pour the mix into the first pan, and my stomach rumbles uncomfortably as the batter sizzles upon contact. I ignore my unwelcome hunger pains and press on by cracking a few eggs into the second pan.

“Uh, Dash. How would you like your eggs?” I ask, not taking my eyes off the two pans.

“Thoroughly whisked and beaten,” she breathes on the back of my neck. I turn sharply with surprise, her face is mere inches from mine, and she holds a mischievous smile. I can’t help my own smile as I turn back to the task at hoof. Flipping the pancakes, I begin whisking the eggs.

Casting a sly glance over my shoulder, I see that Dash has set out some plates and cutlery, and is in the process of filling two cups of orange juice with her wings. I linger for a second longer than I should. I know it’s rude to stare, but I can’t help It! Seeing her use her wings for something other than flying is strangely fascinating to me.

Returning to the stove, I pour a small amount of milk into the egg mix and whisk thoroughly until they’re scrambled. Turning off the stove, I slide the now cooked food onto two plates. It only takes a few seconds before the stove is completely cold to the touch: I know this because I very briefly touched it when the hot plate died. What I would do to get cooking appliances like this back on the farm… I balance the plates on my back as I make my way over to the breakfast bar. I reach around and set down Dash’s plate first, before I set my own down and carefully take a seat. It’s not too uncomfortable or painful to sit, which means I should have no major issues applebucking.

Dash takes a single bite of her meal, then she places her fork down and stares casually at me with a concerned look etched on her face. I meet her gaze. Though I would prefer to not to, she can have an incredibly unsettling effect on ponies.

“How do you feel, Applejack?” she asks slowly.

I blink. “Beg pardon?”

She idly waves a hoof, as she appears to search for the right words. “I mean, after last night. How do you feel?”

I smile nervously. “Oh, Ah was worried ya didn’t like mah cooking fer a sec there.” I crane my neck left and right, then I roll my shoulders. “Ah feel like the day after a hard applebuck session.”

I glance back at her, to find that she’s failing to contain her smile. It takes me a second to realize why she’s snickering at me. I roll my eyes at her. “Oh, hush you.”

She laughs as she continues with her meal.

“Ya know, Ah’m still angry with you.”

She quirks an eyebrow and smiles. “Oh, still? I wasn’t aware I had done anything to justify your anger.”

“If you were mine, you wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week,” I recite in the best impersonation of her that I can pull off, which turns out to be horrible because her smile only widens. I glare at her.

She shrugs nonchalantly. “You can’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Ah- yo- Ugh!” I huff, and turn my attention back to my meal.

She grins at me, after a moment of silence. ”This is amazing, by the way.”

I pout. Then smile coyly as I bite my lip. “It’ll take more than a little flattery to win me over.”

Her grin remains strong as her eyes darken. “You should stop biting your lip, it’s very distracting, and I know you’re still sore from yesterday. But honestly, that just makes me want to fuck you more.”

My mouth falls open as I stare at her, dumbfounded. It was obviously the effect she was going for. She returns to her meal with a triumphant smile.

A few seconds pass as we eat in silence. “So… how was it for you?” I ask, leaning towards her with interest.

“It was… different, in a good way. I’ve never had vanilla sex before.”

I scrunch my face up at her. “Vanilla sex?”

She nods. “You know it’s… well, I suppose you wouldn’t.” She smirks briefly, and then continues, “Vanilla is a term used to describe something ordinary or conventional, if you will.”

“Oh. So, how did ya find mah ‘vanilla sex’?”

She smiles fondly at me. “Not as tasteless as I had originally preconceived. And how was it for you?”

“It was good, really good. A little rougher than Ah thought it would be, if Ah’m honest. But A-ah wouldn’t mind doin’ it again.”

She smiles at me as she returns to her food, I do the same and we fall into a content silence. As we finish our meals, I immediately began stacking the dishes and placing them in the kitchen sink for washing.

Dash helps me clear away the rest of the breakfast bar, but when I try to begin washing the dishes, she stops me.

“Mrs. Jones will take care of those. Besides, you need a bath.”

My focus shifts from the sink to the mare standing front of me several times before I sigh and reluctantly nod. She leads me back up the small staircase and into the bathroom.

The bathtub is crafted from white stone, and resembles an eggs shape. The raised platform in the center of the wall is actually part of the bath, and not the wall like I had originally thought.

Leaning over the tub, Dash loosens the tap and allows the bath to fill. She adds some fancy looking bath oils to the water and it foams almost instantly. It smells sweet, like jasmine. She turns and bids me to step into the tub. And I do so, I’m still not accustomed to being ordered around like this, but I guess I’ll get used to it.

This bathtub is actually not as deep as I thought it would be. I glance back at Dash over my shoulder and… whoa, that’s creepy. She’s taken a step back and is staring at me with a cocked head and an unreadable expression.

“Something the matter?” I ask slowly.

She shakes her head. “No. I was just admiring how beautiful you are.”

I smile as I feel a blush coming on. I shift around awkwardly, before I gently lower myself into the pleasantly scalding water. Ooh, I wince as it stings me unexpectedly, but as the pain ebbs away, I slump my shoulders.

Slicking back my mane with wet hooves, I smile at Dash. “Why don’t you join me?”

“I was planning to,” she replies quickly as she throws off her shirt and steps into the tub with me. There is more than enough room for either of us to lie down comfortably, but it would appear Dash has no concept of ‘personal space.’

“Turn around,” she commands. I do so, and face away from her. I yelp as her hooves slip around my stomach and pull me into her chest. My head falls back and rests on her left shoulder, and I look up at her with bewilderment. She leans down and plants a quick kiss on my lips, but that doesn’t mean that it affects me any less, and I soon melt in her embrace. Breaking the kiss, she buries half of her face in my mane.

“You smell so good,” she whispers.

I giggle like a school filly. “Why, Miss Dash, you sure do know how ta make a girl feel pretty.”

She smiles. “I’m about to.” Keeping her left hoof wrapped around me, she extends her right wing and grabs a bottle of body wash off of the raised center platform. Again, I find myself staring at the sight, I wonder idly what else her wings could be used for… pouring the liquid onto her free hoof, she begins lathering the soap into my neck and shoulders. She slides her other hoof up my body and further massages me. I groan as I close my eyes.

“You like that?” she coos.

“Hmm.”

She trails down my arms and underarms, then down under to my ribs and chest, washing them gently as she goes. Her hooves wrap around me again as she trails down my chest and stomach. My breathing hitches as she comes to a stop just above my nethers. She reaches for a washcloth, squirting more soap onto it.

Dash leans forward and presses it firmly between my legs. She starts slowly at first, tracing the cloth up and down on me, but as my hips begin to move at their own rhythm, she presses harder against me. I toss my head back as my eyes slip close and I groan again, the pressure is building slowly inside me.

“Feel it,” Dash whispers, nipping gently at my ear. “Feel it for me.”

“Dash…” I whisper. My legs stiffen, and my breathing is erratic.

“…There, I think you’re clean enough,” she murmurs, then stops.

My eyes fly open. What?! But, but, I’m not even… I was… that’s not fair!

“W-why are you stopping?” I gasp, breathlessly.

“There will be time enough for that later.” She smiles, then plants a quick kiss on my forehead.

“But, Ah don’t wanna wait till later,” I whine at her.

“I know, but first…” she replies flatly, releasing me from her grip. She then makes her way over to the center raised platform and pulls herself up on it, turning her body to me as she positions herself in a sitting position with her legs spread.

“… I want you to please me.”

I stare blankly between her legs, I feel myself blush again. Meeting her eyes quickly, my mouth falls open. “P-please you?”

She nods silently.

I shuffle closer towards her, so I’m sitting directly in front of her. “And, how do Ah do that?”

“With your hoof.”

“Mah…” I raise my hoof and stare at it intensely with an uncertain look. Glancing up Dash, I find her watching me intently. I take a deep breath, I can do this! Scooting as close to Dash as I possibly can, I rest my left hoof on her right hip, and gently apply my right hoof to her crotch.

She feels warm underneath my touch. Slowly, I rub my hoof against her in small circular motions. Dash leans against the wall at her back and breaths a slow, long sigh. As I continue to my slow circular motions against her, her wings very gradually extend to their full length, although I’m not sure why they do that. It must be a Pegasus thing…

As I pleasure her, her wetness builds and soaks my hoof in her warm juices. I curve my hoof around and press the tip of it as far into her as I can, she moans loudly as I do this. I then trace my hoof up and down the length of her lips, like she did for me last night…

Last night.

I feel heat building between my haunches as the fresh memories flood back to me. I bite my lip as I increase my speed, her hips slowly begin thrusting to meet my rhythm. I didn’t know that clopping another pony could be such a turn on!

My hoof is now almost completely soaked by her wetness. And suddenly, I can hear her voice in the back of my mind as clear as day.

“See how good you taste.”

Cautioning a glance up at Dash, I find that her head is arched back and her eyes are closed. Returning my gaze to her moist haunches, I lick my lips as I steel myself. I can do this! Taking a final deep breath, I quickly remove my now saturated hoof and rest it on her other hip. Wasting no time, I press my muzzle deeply into her welcoming dock.

“Whoa, AJ!” she cries, and stares down at me, eyes wide and mouth agape from her harsh breathing. I meet her gaze and thrust my tongue deep into her. She moans loudly as she tosses her head back again. Instead of pushing me away, she places her hoofs atop my head and holds me in place. This isn’t at all like I expected it to be, her wet lips feel hot against mine, and there is a very mild taste of something that I can’t quite put my hoof on. Regardless, I don’t stop or quell my attack. I trace my tongue up and down the length of her lips, earning quivers and moans from her as I do so.

“Oh… Applejack… That feels good,” she murmurs.

Tracing my tongue up the length of her lips again, I come to a stop when I reach the top, and very gently clasp my lips around her clitoris. Taking my right hoof from her hip, I place it underneath the base of her sex, and slowly pull it back and forth in a sawing motion as I suckle her clit. She thrusts deeply against my mouth and moans loudly as I do this, so I increase my intensity, sawing faster and suckling harder.

“Applejack,” she breathes harshly. “I’m going to, ah, come in your mouth, i-if you don’t want me to, ah, stop now.” She thrusts her hips again. Her eyes are wide, wary and filled with anticipation.

Releasing her from my grasp, I open my mouth as wide as I can over her lips, and thrust my tongue inside her one last time. It’s enough to push her over the edge. Her wings flutter and flay uncontrollably as she screams, and holds my head in place as she thrusts again and again. Hot liquid explodes into my mouth, almost causing me to gag. As she stills, her wings fall limply beside her. I swallow my mouth full and suck in a fresh breath of air. Her ejaculation tastes fruity, with a tangy aftertaste, kinda like skittles…

I love skittles.

Wiping a small trickle of liquid from the corner of my mouth, I sit up fully and admire the sight before me.

Dash’s eyes are still closed and she huffs heavily for air. An adorable little blush adorns her cheeks, and her wings are still splayed out beside her. Her breathing finally begins to slow as she peeks down at me with high brows. Her face carries a look of, admiration… or respect? I don’t know, have I mentioned how hard it is to read her?

“Have you done that before?” she asks in a hushed voice.

I shake my head. “Eenope!” A proud smile spreads across my face.

“Damn, you never cease to amaze me.” She leans down and plants a deep kiss on my lips. Then slides off the raised platform and steps out of the tub. “Come on,” she beckons as she grabs a towel and begins wiping herself down.

“Where are we going?” I ask as I step out of bath. She hoofs me a towel, and I too, begin to dry myself.

She doesn’t answer my question, instead, she simply smiles coyly and waits for me to finish. Once we’re both dry, Dash leads me across the way and into her bedroom. Shutting the door as we enter, we come to a halt at the foot of Dashes bed. She takes a second to observe the stains, and then turns to me with a devious grin.

“I’m sure that’ll give Mrs Jones something to think about.” I shift uncomfortably and blush as Dash quickly ducks into her walk in wardrobe. She emerges a few seconds later with a red tie draped over her shoulder.

With a sultry, half-lidded look, she saunters up to me, making sure to sway her hips very deliberately. I feel my heart rate accelerate through the roof as she stops just in front of me.

“Applejack, do you trust me?” Her voice is low and sweetly seductive. My legs suddenly feel very weak.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Good.” She gently pushes me backwards, so my haunches sink onto her bed. “Give me your hooves,” she demands.

I obey, and outstretch both of my hoofs for her. She takes the tie that was previously around her shoulders and binds my fetlocks together with a firm knot. She tugs at the binding to ensure that it’s secure. Her eyes are bright with excitement as she takes my bound wrists and pulls them over my head. The gesture is so alien and awkward, it causes me to fall back onto the bed. Dash falls with me, and lands on me to the side.

“Keep your hooves up here and don’t move them, understand?” Her eyes burn into mine.

I nod quickly, and silently.

“Good girl.” She traces her free hoof down my left cheek, then leans in and kisses the side of my throat.

I gasp. She continues trailing her way down my body. I want to touch her, so badly… I tuck my bound hooves behind my head, propping me up so I can look at her. To my surprise, Dash is staring up at me with intense eyes as she moves slowly towards my haunches. I squirm at the feeling of her hot breath against my coat.

When she reaches my burning nethers, she plants a single kiss just above my lips, then breaths a slow, moist breath directly onto my sex. I writhe against the sheets as I moan loudly. Spreading my legs even further, she nips at the inside of my left thigh.

“Please…” I beg.

“I like it when you beg to me.” She sighs against my sex again, and I groan loudly.

Placing her hooves on my thighs to hold them apart, she thrusts her tongue deep inside me. I cry out. Her tongue is so warm. While still fully inside me, she traces the length of my lips a few times, before she removes it. As she withdraws, she does so in an upwards licking fashion, gently brushing my clit as she does so. I cry out again.

She grasps one of my lips between her teeth and gently tugs on it, I groan loudly and she releases it almost immediately. She repeats this action several times, alternating as she goes. I can feel the pressure inside wanting a release. I think I’m close now…

She pulls back for a few seconds and allows me a brief respite. My rest doesn’t last long, and she soon clamps her entire mouth over my clitoris.

“Argh!” I cry out. She circles her tongue over the area around my clitoris, and I cry out and thrust upwards as she does so. Satisfied with the result, she changes tactics and tugs my sensitive area with her teeth while she flays her tongue left and right rapidly. That’s it, I can’t take it anymore. I thrust my hips as high into the air as I can as I come gloriously.

I fall back onto the bed in a panting, sweat soaked heap. I feel light headed and… amazing.

Dash climbs up onto the bed next to me. Facing towards me, she holds herself up on her left elbow. She licks the remaining fluids from her lips and smiles down at me.

“You are so sweet, Applejack,” she whispers.

“Ah could say the same about you, Miss Dash.”

Pulling my hooves from behind my head, I lie on my back fully and smile up at her. Returning my gaze, she smiles fondly back at me.

“Say yes.”

I frown at her. “Ta what?”

“To our agreement. To be mine, please.”

“A-ah don’t-“

“Applejack.” She gently places her hoof on my cheek and holds me in place so I can’t look away. “If you give yourself to me, it will be so much better. I can take you to places you didn’t even know existed.”

I gape at her. That does sound extraordinary... But do I want to do this? I mean, do I really want to become her glorified sex slave? Because that’s basically all I’ll be. I just don’t if it’ll be worth it. I just don’t know what to do!

I open my mouth to voice my concerns, I stop myself, however, as I hear the increasing sound of two ponies talking.

“But if she’s still in bed she must be sick! She never sleeps in.”

“Mrs. Dash, please.”

“Soarin, out of my way! You can’t keep me from my daughter.”

Judging from the clarity of the voices, I’d say that they were just on the other side of Dashes bedroom door.

“Mrs. Dash! She’s not alone.”

“What do you mean she’s not alone?”

“She has somepony with her!”

“ I- Oh…” The disbelief in her voice is abundantly apparent.

I look up at Dash with a look somewhere between horror and concern. She sighs and shakes her head. “Shit…” She looks down at me with an amused smile. “…It’s my mother.”