It took Applejack a while to realize that she had what would be called a kinky sex life. It kind of snuck up on her a little at a time. First there was the rope, that was her idea which Rainbow Dash happily agreed to. She hadn't realized that Dash would enjoy it so much, or that a helpless, squirming pegasus would be such a turn on.
That opened the flood gates of Dash's imagination. And imagination was the key word. More then any activity, Dash loved costumes and role playing. It made sense, Dash loved everything larger then life, so when she had sex why wouldn't she want it to be with the Mysterious Mare Do Well, or a Wonderbolt, or some villain from a Daring Do book?
Applejack didn't mind so much. As long as it made Dash happy and nopony really got hurt there was no harm. She'd just never considered herself that kind of pony. She was never wild like Dash or Pinkie, or exotic like Rarity. For most of her life just the idea of sex was wild enough for her.
Except that it wasn't. She had a fantasy, one she'd never revealed to anypony, even Dash. Dash had asked her over and over if there was anything she wanted to do, and AJ's reply was always that she'd think about it. And she certainly was thinking about it a lot these days.
She just wasn't sure how to say it. Even here on their night in the barn, untying the ropes that had held Dash's legs spread for her to do all manner of things to the helpless pegasus, the thought felt too dirty to share. But she and Dash had promised each other that they wouldn't judge, and she owed Dash that trust. So once Dash was free and they were laying together in the hay, AJ nervously started the conversation.
“Ya' know how you're always askin' me if I got any ideas for stuff to do?”
Dash grinned and snuggled against her. “You have one? Awesome, you never have ideas.”
“Well, it's just an idea. . . I saw it in a magazine that Mac kept under his mattress when I was younger. . . “
“You touched that magazine?” Dash said, wrinkling her nose.
“Well I didn't reckon at the time what exactly it was for.” Applejack said, rolling her eyes. “But trust me, it's got nothin' to do with that.”
“Okay then, lay it on me.” Dash propped herself up on her side, using a wing for support.
“Well, see, there was this mare and she had- well, she kinda looked like- I mean to say I'm not-” Now that she tried to say it, Applejack found that there was no way to make the words come out in an order that didn't give the wrong idea.
“Come on, tell me already!” Dash whined.
“She didn't have a cutie mark!” AJ blurted out, blushing. She went on quickly, “She was a grown mare, she musta covered it over with make-up or somethin' to look like a filly, and she was lookin' round behind her all wide eyed and innocent but her tail was to the side, and I ain't into foals, and I'd kill anypony who looked at a foal like that, but. . .”
Applejack looked down and took a deep breath. “But that mare was real hot.”
Dash just stared at her a moment. Then she laughed. “AJ, calm down. I know you're not into foals. You're into mares pretending to be foals, that's a huge difference on the creepy meter.”
“It still feels dirty.” AJ said, peeking up a little.
“That's why it's hot.” Dash said with a grin. “So, you want me to do that?”
Applejack had only just been able to speak the fantasy. The idea of actually doing it, of having sex with a real pony pretending to be a foal, was both unbelievably exciting and really disturbing. “I dunno. I guess, maybe. I mean. . . not if you think it'd be weird.”
“What if I think it'd be really weird and kind of sexy?” Dash asked.
“Maybe we just oughta see.” Applejack answered. It was out there, and they could always come back to it sometime.
“Sure. We'll see.”
***
Saturday was Applejack's night in the barn. That is, her night when Big Mac promised to not notice any amount of light, noise, or ponies in or around the building after Granny and Apple Bloom were asleep. Friday was the night Applejack remained blissfully unaware of the same. When two grown ponies lived with their grandmother and little sister an arrangement like that was just common sense.
So the next Saturday Applejack was spreading out a bale of junk hay, unfit for eating but an easy to clean up bed for messy activities, on the barn floor when the door opened and Dash stuck her head in.
“AJ?”
“Over here, Dash. Come on in.”
Dash grinned and flew in, then closed the door behind her. Then she just stood there grinning.
Applejack smiled at her. “You comin' in, or do I gotta lasso you and drag ya' over here? I'm up for that if it's what ya' want.”
“Nah, I have a better idea.” Dash said with a wicked grin.
“Let's hear it.”
Dash gave her best wide eyed, innocent look. “Hey Miss Applejack, wanna help me get my cutie mark?” She turned to the side and stuck out her flank, all smooth cyan.
Applejack's mouth fell open, and she started to blush. Her head was telling her how dirty this was, but her body was approving of the sight every way she could think of. She briefly considered using the safe word. She wasn't sure if she could have fun feeling this confused.
Then Dash pouted and said, “Please?”
And Applejack's mind gave up and decided to let her body run things for the evening.
“Why 'course I will. I couldn't turn down a pretty little filly like you.” Applejack walked over to Dash and got a look at that flank up close. The make-up was a slightly different color than Dash's coat, but it was close enough for a fantasy. Dash had the muscular, shapely flank of a mare, an attractive one at that, but Applejack couldn't believe how sexy it looked with no cutie mark. She nuzzled the blank spot and felt the heat growing between her hind legs.
“Miss Applejack? What are you doing back there?” Dash asked with mock innocence.
“Just makin' sure you hadn't got your cutie mark while you weren't lookin'. Nothin' but a pretty blue flank, no cutie mark here.” Applejack couldn't take her eyes off it as she walked back around to face Dash.
“I know. I don't have one and I want it so bad, Miss Applejack.” Dash leaned in and whispered with a smirk. “I want it really, really bad.”
“I bet you do want it bad.” AJ whispered back. “And I think I know a way you might get it. How 'bout you try for a cutie mark in tastin' apples?”
“I like apples.” Dash said, licking her lips.
Applejack turned to the side and offered her own cutie mark “How 'bout ya' start with these apples here.”
Dash started right away, slowly tracing AJ's cutie mark with her tongue and sending shivers up AJ's spine. Applejack had a clear view of that sexy smooth flank.
“Ya want one of those, don't ya'?” AJ said as her breathing started to get heavy.
“Mm-hmm. .” Dash answered, her tongue never leaving AJ's apples.
“You lick that cutie mark good, little blank flank.” Applejack said, enjoying the feeling of the tender caress of Dash's tongue. Between the attention and the sight of that smooth cyan side, it wasn't long before she could feel her desire wet between her legs.
“Mmm. . . That ain't workin', sugarcube. Guess I'll haveta give ya' a different apple to taste.” Applejack pulled away from Dash and walked over to the hay. She laid down on her back, making herself comfortable. “Get on over here, little filly.”
Dash flew over to where AJ was laying.
AJ gave a seductive smile. “Now you try lickin' right there between my legs. That's a nice, juicey apple there.”
Dash crouched down and licked once, teasingly at AJ's exposed marehood.
“How's that taste, Dashie?”
Dash snickered. “It doesn't taste like apples.”
“Oh, it's an apple, believe me. Now you go on and lick it good, you're never gonna get that cutie mark doin' things half way.”
“Sure thing, Miss Applejack.” Dash plunged her tongue deep into AJ's sex, rolling it over her clit again and again until AJ's hips started to move.
By now AJ was panting. She was already on edge, and Dash knew just what she liked. Only one thing would make this hotter. “Oh my. . . stick your rear up there, little girl. I'll let ya' know when you got your cutie mark.”
Dash complied, raising her ass into the air and giving AJ a view of those blank flanks. The beautiful dirty sight combined with Dash's skillful tongue working between her legs sent a jolt through AJ's body, and every muscle tensed as she started to come.
AJ felt Dash's tongue move downward to the fresh wetness from her hole. Dash lapped it eagerly with sharp flicks of her tongue that caught the rim of AJ's entrance and made it twitch with excitement. She thrust her hips up, and Dash got the message, switching to a probing pressure on the sensitive spot.
Applejack moaned her approval, watching those blank flanks wiggle hypnotically above the rainbow mane hiding the talented pegasus using her tongue to keep AJ in orgasm for what seemed like eternity.
Finally, AJ slowed her hips and Dash responded by softening her actions, until they both stopped. Dash looked up and grinned. “Did I get my cutie mark?”
“Not yet, Dashie. Get on up here and give me a kiss.”
Dash pretended to pout, and flew over AJ, landing on top of her and planting her lips on the earth pony.
AJ licked her own wetness from Dash's lips and muzzle. “You're a messy little filly.”
“I like being messy.”
“You like bein' dirty, ya' mean.” Applejack teased.
“Maybe a little.” Dash said with a wicked little grin.
Applejack got a wicked grin to match. “You liked eatin' my apple there. . . you liked gettin' all messy. You're a dirty little filly. A dirty. . . bad little filly.”
“No way! I'm a good little filly.” Dash protested, trying not to laugh.
Applejack brought a hoof up to rub firmly at Dash's slit. The pegasus pressed back against her hoof, and AJ smirked. “You like it when I rub ya' there, huh?”
“Oh yeah.” Dash moaned.
Applejack pulled her hoof away suddenly. “Well now ya' gone and got my hoof all messy.”
Dash gave AJ a pout, and big innocent pretend filly eyes.
Applejack just smirked some more as she pressed her hoof, slick with Dash's juices, to the pouting lips. “You're gonna lick this hoof clean, then you're gettin' a spankin' for bein' a slutty dirty little filly who likes somepony rubbin' her back there.”
“You'd spank a helpless little filly?” Dash asked.
Applejack nodded. “And you better get to lickin' that hoof or I will wear out your flank.”
Dash's eyes really did go wide, and she started right away, slowly and carefully licking her own juices from AJ's hoof. When she finished, Applejack ordered her to her hooves and got to her own hooves.
She walked around behind Dash and reared up on her hind legs, then leaned against Dash like a stallion mounting the pegasus. It was the perfect position to land her hoof on that flank.
She rubbed the spot where the make-up covered Dash's cutie mark. “Mmm. . . that's a real nice empty spot there for me to spank.”
AJ listened for Dash's safe word, but all she heard was a tiny, squeaky whimper.
She slapped Dash's flank lightly, and got a louder whimper.
“Bad girl.” Applejack said, lifting her hoof again and bringing it down this time with a loud smack.
“Bad.” Smack. “Naughty.” Smack. “Slutty little filly.” Smack. Applejack was getting seriously turned on, both from the dirty names and the little grunt that Dash let out each time her hoof connected.
Applejack tenderly rubbed the flank she'd been hitting, feeling the heat coming off it. Dash moaned, and swept her tail to the side, letting AJ feel her soaking wet marehood against her belly.
“Did my slutty little blank flank like that one?” Applejack said with a chuckle as she dismounted.
“Yes ma'am.” Dash said, turning her head to look back.
Applejack nuzzled under Dash's tail.“You look like you got quite a mess back here, sugarcube. You want somepony to help ya' clean it up, don't ya?”
“Uh-huh.” Dash half-whimpered, squirming.
“I guess I can help a little filly out some. Now, if you're a good little filly I'm just gonna clean ya' up a bit down here. But if ya' tell me you're a bad filly, you're gonna get what bad fillies want.” Applejack said with a wink, and she leaned down and licked slowly up the outside of Dash's slit.
“Mmmm. I'm a bad filly?” Dash tried, raising an eyebrow.
Applejack's tongue parted Dash's rear lips, running over her clit and all the way up to her hole. “Ya' didn't sound all that sure there, missy.”
“I'm a bad filly!” Dash said eagerly. “I'm a bad, bad little filly. Do it again.”
AJ's tongue swirled over her clit, earning little gasps from the pegasus. Then she stopped. “Go on and tell me just how bad ya' are there, Dashie.”
“I'm a really naughty filly, Miss Applejack. Oooh!” Dash moaned as AJ resumed her attention to her clit. “Oh gosh, oh. . . I just want somepony to eat me like that all the time. Unh!”
Applejack's tongue slid down to flick at the entrance to Dash's hole. Dash thrust her hips, forcing the tongue to barely enter her. “I wanna come. I wanna get my cutie mark in coming like a dirty little filly. Make me come that hard, Miss Applejack!”
“Oh sweet Celestia.” Applejack moaned, rubbing her rear legs together to temper her own arousal as she buried her face in Dash's dripping slit. She thrust her tongue as deep inside of Dash as it would go and ground her muzzle against the tender edges. Dash let out a cry that was somewhere between a moan and a scream as her wings flared and her muscles tensed all over her body.
Applejack started pressing against the passage in a rhythm, and brought a hoof up to rub Dash's clit at the same time. AJ was determined to keep her pegasus in this state for as long as possible. Dash's voice cracked as she yelled out again and again, barely able to catch her breath. AJ just savored the sweet juices flowing across her tongue and coating her muzzle as she tried to stimulate every part of her lover's sex.
Twice Dash seemed to slow down and Applejack pulled back, gentling her attentions as if finishing up before grinding back into Dash's pussy hard and forcing her orgasm back to it's peak. Eventually Dash's screams turned to panting moans and she called out, “Stop. Stop, I can't take it.”
Applejack pulled away, but couldn't resist giving the glistening pussy one last lick.
“Ahh!” Dash cried out.
“Did I wear out my bad little filly?” Applejack asked as she walked around in front of Dash.
“Uh-huh.” Dash groaned.
“Good. Cause a dirty, slutty little filly with a worn out pussy is just what I need right now to help with a little problem I got.” Applejack swept her tail to the side to show Dash the state she was in. “How bout if you just lay back on that hay and let me take that muzzle for a ride. Who knows, maybe that's the way you'll get that cutie mark.”
“Well if I might get my cutie mark. . .” Dash said with a smirk, moving to lay back in the hay. “Maybe I just didn't get enough of that apple the first time.”
The game lasted late into the night. Every time one of them would slow down, another dirty whisper was all it would take to send her into a frenzy of lust. Eventually even the two most athletic bodies in Ponyville refused to cooperate with the ponies, and they laid in the hay, exhausted and panting in each others arms.
“Ohmygosh, AJ. That was so dirty and so incredibly hot.” Dash said, laying on top of AJ with her head on AJ's shoulder while the earth pony rubbed her tender flanks, sore from entirely enjoyable spanking.
“It sure was.” Applejack agreed, smiling. “I'm kinda glad I brought it up now.”
“We are totally playing this again.” Dash said with a smirk. “And I've got another surprise.”
“Yeah?”
“I picked up orange make-up at the same time. Next time you play the filly, and we'll see just how naughty you are, little Jackie.”
Applejack felt a pleasant shiver up her spine, and she grinned at Dash. “I'm a good little filly.”
“Oh, you'll be naughty by the time I'm done with you.”
Having a kinky sex life seemed to suit Applejack just fine.
