Lunch Break

by JujubeLand

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Applejack, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin, Romance
Length: 2295

It's midday, time for Applejack to relax...and spend some quality time with her lover.

Applejack and Soarin, though married, are able to spend very little time together because of their busy schedules. Both the apple farmer and the Wonderbolt, however, are determined to change that, and today, they've scheduled a little rendezvous for lunch...

Yet another Sexty Minute Ponies prompt that turned out all right, so I thought I'd share it with you all. This isn't exactly a follow-up to Where Earth and Sky Meet, but this story does make a brief reference to that one. Please enjoy, and be sure to comment!

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Published 2012-07-31 04:54:03 UTC
Last updated 2012-07-31 04:54:03 UTC

The Story

It was always a comforting sight to see trees, formerly laden with succulent red and green fruits, now bare of their crop, thanks to the hard work of the mare who was sprawled out on the ground on her back, breathing heavy as she took a rest from the relentless apple-bucking. Her body, glistening with sweat, was sore all over, especially in her legs and hips, but she was happy, a pleasant smile gracing her freckled face. Applejack's joy, however, was not only because of her sense of accomplishment as she surveyed the literal fruits of her labor; her eyes were also scanning the treetops, waiting for a familiar blue blur to streak by overhead. A warm, fresh apple pie, baked using Granny Smith's favorite recipe, lay beside her, its sweet scent drifting through the midday air and filling the orange mare's nostrils with its intoxicating aroma.

At last, her eyes caught sight of a blue body drifting between the thick leaves, and her grin widened as the winged pony drifted down through the canopy of apple trees above her and settled onto the grass beside her. She looked up lazily at the newcomer, her eyes narrowing in a saucy stare. “Well, it's about time ya got here, hon. I was afraid yer lunch was gonna get cold.”

The other pony, a lean, lithe stallion with an unkempt, spiky blue mane and a cheeky grin, sat on his haunches beside the apple farmer. “You know I could never resist a sweet apple pie, especially made by you.” He leaned his head down and nuzzled her.

She hummed quietly as he gave her affection, but then pushed his head away with her front hoof. “Alright, now, Soarin, Ah don't have a lotta time now. Gotta get the rest o' these trees bucked by the end o' the week.” She gave him a wink. “So we best git down t' business, don'tcha think?”

The Wonderbolt smiled in response. “It would be my pleasure.” He leaned back down, this time bringing his muzzle to hers. She eagerly pushed back against him, their mouths locking in a fierce kiss. Her tongue wasted no time, flicking against his sealed lips repeatedly until he succumbed, granting her access to his mouth. She licked any surface she could reach, around his gums and teeth and even against his own tongue, which seemed content to remain relatively still. His taste started to swirl through her head; she'd always imagined that if lightning could be bottled and sold, it would have a flavor much like that of her lover. It certainly sent sparks through her brain every time his essence graced her mouth.

Theirs was a union much different from any of their friends. Most of her companions had settled down with their special someponies (or in Rarity's case, special somedragon) and led lives that would be considered “normal” for a married couple. Whether it was Big Mac and Fluttershy living at her cottage, taking care of her animals while running a small orchard of their own, or Twilight Sparkle and the mysterious earth pony Time Turner gallivanting all across Equestria having all manner of adventures, her friends seemed to be together with their spouses on a regular basis.

Soarin, on the other hoof, was a Wonderbolt, a stunt flier, and as such, he had to travel and train seemingly all the time, while AJ, having inherited Sweet Apple Acres after Granny Smith's passing and Big Mac's marriage and departure, was far busier than she ever had been before. Even when they were dating, Applejack and Soarin had to adhere to rigorous schedules for some alone time. Their structured time together, however, had not dampened their spirits any; in fact, the old adage “Absence makes the heart grow fonder” defined their relationship perfectly. While he was away practicing and performing with his team, she faithfully maintained the farm, but their respective employments were so exhausting that by the time the two ponies arrived at Sweet Apple Acres at night, they were often too tired to do anything but fall asleep, wrapped in one another's forelegs.

That simply would not do, and after some deliberation, the husband and wife had agreed on a planned schedule, hearkening back to their dating days. The idea had been a rousing success, and AJ felt closer to her mate than she ever had been before.

This lunchtime tryst was one of those planned meetings, but even with it set in stone, Applejack had still managed to bring a little spice, literally, in the form of her husband's favorite tasty treat. She knew that it wasn't just because he enjoyed the taste of apple pies; it was because of the pastry that they had first met, albeit briefly, but enough of an impression had been left that their relationship had only been a matter of time. As they engaged in their extended kiss, AJ flashed back to the first time the two of them had given themselves over fully to each other. Making love on a cloud was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, but she was quite glad to have any amount of intimate time with Soarin, even if it was on the grass of the Acres, shaded by the expansive apple trees around them.

Their kiss finally broke, their mouths still joined by a thin string of saliva that snapped in two when Soarin whispered, “I've missed you, AJ.”

“Me too, Soarin,” she whispered back, then leaned up to peck the end of his muzzle. She settled her head back onto the soft grass, her trademark hat slipping off her head and allowing her hair to pool beneath her. Her husband's wide eyes and eager smile let her know that he definitely approved of the look, and she gave him a steamy look. “Y'all ready?”

“I should ask you that,” the pegasus countered with a sly grin, and AJ felt her cheeks flush as he took position over her, his front hooves resting just above her shoulders. No more words were exchanged between the couple; she simply stared deep into his emerald eyes, and he into hers as he began to lower his body slowly, their breathing heavy as each pony awaited the first moment of bliss.

He was already hard; she could tell the instant the head of his stallionhood made contact with her entrance, which had been moist with anticipation for much of the morning. She let out a sharp gasp, as did the stallion above her, and she moaned as she felt him press on further, his member delving into her passage. Oh, Ah've needed this, she thought as the flood of euphoric sensations began, each moment of glorious friction causing a ripple of pleasure to pulse through her eager body. A low, pleasant heat built in her core, rising as he filled her up more and more, their gasps the only sounds to accompany the slow, steady penetration.

Before long, blue hips made contact with orange, and both ponies breathed heavily, reveling in the sensation of their connection. No matter how often they made love, it was always a rush for AJ, and she was sure that Soarin was feeling it as well, judging by the look he was giving her. Just the sight of his face, a simultaneous picture of strain and immense joy, was enough to push her a little closer to bursting. She traced a hoof along the side of his body, running it up his shoulder and across his cheek. He planted a gentle kiss on the exploring hoof, and in a soft voice, he said, “Oh, Celestia, AJ, I love you so much.”

“And Ah love you, flyboy,” AJ said with a coy smile, her inner walls still twitching and clutching at his member buried deep inside her. “Now let's get down to it.”

He needed no further motivation, his hips pulling back and sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her body at the feeling of his stallionhood rubbing against her sensitive flesh the opposite way. The instant Soarin reached his apex, without so much as a pause, he was back inside her, filling her up completely. She could do little but cry out in ecstasy as he settled into a rhythm, pumping steadily in and out of her twitching passage.

Their moans and cries of pleasure echoed through the orchard, uncaring if the sounds of their lovemaking fell upon curious ears. AJ wasn't even aware of her surroundings aside from the stallion who was rutting her, as her mind lost itself in the joy of the moment, her hooves flailing and twitching as pleasure ripped through her body with incredible force. Each plunge and retraction sent a new wave of bliss through her entirety, punctuated by shouts of elation from her as Soarin's hips seemed to let instinct guide them, his body practically a piston as he pounded into her and pulled back out, second after glorious second pushing the ponies closer and closer to the edge.

The pressure had been mounting ever since his initial descent into her marehood, and Applejack found it almost impossible to hold back as Soarin didn't slow down, his pace increasing steadily along with the volume of his grunts and groans. She managed to open her eyes and gaze up at him, his own eyes shut tight and his teeth clenched from the effort of giving her a very memorable ride, and she smiled softly before jerking her head back with a cry of joy as he struck a deep part of her, sending a tidal wave of pleasure through her body. The end was nigh, and she wrapped her forelegs around his withers as he leaned in closer to her prone form, his hips jerking back and forth rapidly. They did, after all, only have a limited time.

She came first; she often did. With a scream that she barely heard, her body gave one final spasm before her orgasm was unleashed, all the pleasure of their short but incredible lovemaking culminating in one final burst of ecstasy that overwhelmed her senses and flooded her mind with euphoria. He gave his own cry as her surge of fluids from down below sent him over the edge as well, and he dipped his head down beside hers as he released, his warm seed only fueling her inner fire. With a few final pumps, he let himself go completely, each shot of semen into her waiting passage adding to the heat in Applejack's barrel. She simply lay back and enjoyed every second, every sensation of Soarin's stallionhood as he unloaded into her.

Finally, fully spent, Soarin rolled off to his wife's side, separating from her with a soft, wet pop. For a while, neither pony did anything but breathe, riding the afterglow of their intimacy under the shade of Sweet Apple Acres' trees. A cool breeze blew across the field where they lay, sending a slight shiver through AJ's body as she slowly came down from her high, her hoof drifting over to Soarin and rubbing against his shoulder. He placed his own hoof atop hers, turning to smile at her gently, and she gave her own grin in response, glad to be there next to the stallion she loved.

At last, Applejack's senses returned in full, and she rolled away from her husband to retrieve their lunch. She gripped the pie pan in her teeth and skillfully rolled back over, bringing the still-hot pastry with her and sitting up on her haunches. Soarin's eyes lit up as he beheld the baked good, and with the silly grin that she'd come to know and love, he said, “That smells delicious, AJ.”

“Ah'm mighty glad ya like it, sugarcube,” Applejack said with a smile. Without another word, she set the treat down between them, then took a bite from the aromatic apple pie, its sweetness permeating her taste buds and mixing with the lingering traces of Soarin's essence to create a most unique and pleasurable taste. Her husband joined in soon after, rising to his hooves and munching hungrily on the pastry alongside his wife.

Soon, all that remained were a few crumbs in the pan, and AJ licked her lips in satisfaction. “Just like Granny used to make,” she said with an air of pride and sadness at the memory of her relative.

“Nah,” Soarin said, punching her lightly on the shoulder. “I think they're better.” He leaned over the pan and met his wife in another kiss, this one soft and quick, before pulling back and flaring his wings. “I gotta get going, AJ.”

She looked at him longingly. “Ah know ya do, sugarcube. See ya tonight?”

“You know it,” he said with a flash of his winning smile. He turned to take off, but swiveled his head around to look back at his wife. “Oh, and AJ? Same time tomorrow?”

“Ya know it,” she said, imitating his voice and his smile.

He chuckled at her playful mockery of him, then said, “I think tomorrow, I'd like to eat an apple pie.”

“Not a problem,” she said. “But are ya sure y'all want one after havin' one today too?”

He smirked. “I wasn't talking about that kind of apple pie. Love ya!” Applejack felt her cheeks flush red as he winked at her and took off into the sky, clearing the canopy of the surrounding trees and disappearing into the sky, his wife giving a wave of her hoof before turning to survey her remaining work. Her mind, however, was already looking forward to the next day, when she would be able to share herself with the pegasus once again. Ah love ya too, Soarin. Can't wait ta see ya again.