Apple Pie a la Mode

Soarin hadn't visited the Appleloosa countryside all that much mainly because of the ever present heat surrounding the territory. Anytime he flew on over the small town, it was always much too hot for him to stand. The only reason he was putting up with it this time around was because of Braeburn, and those apple pies that he makes.

"Today's the day," Soarin said, giving himself a pep talk. "It's finally cool enough, too! This is wonderful!"

He took in a deep breath of that western air after taking off his uniform's hood, and smelled scents of hay, and then something else. Without a doubt, it was the apple pie of his dreams.

"Ever since the gala, I've wanted to try all the Apple Family pies! I never knew about the sheer amount of effort they put into each of their recipes, so one taste, and I was done!"

He walked along, and extended his wings to catch the cool breeze that blew against his uniform. "Then, I find out that the one pony that makes the absolute best apple pie in the whole wide world... lives here of all places. In scorching Appleloosa, where somepony could easily die of heat stroke at any moment! I just got lucky today, that's all. It's usually unbearable the closer you get to the desert..."

He wandered in the direction of where the smell was coming from, and said, "I think I'm getting close...!"

Finally, Soarin came up to a quaint looking farm whose owner at the time was nowhere to be seen. "Hello?" Soarin asked curiously at first. He quickly stopped talking aloud, however, once he saw what was sitting delicately on the wooden fence.

It was a pie, and at first, Soarin tried to fight the urge he was feeling, but he just had to have it. Soarin needed that apple pie badly.

"Ohhhh," Soarin moaned while leaning against a rock.

The plate sat next to him, but the pie was all gone.

"I'm a bad pony..."

He looked at his reflection in a nearby stream of water, and saw remnants of the dessert he had just engulfed on his muzzle. "I'm a bad, sticky pony..."

Getting up after a quick wash off, he felt like there were butterflies inside of his stomach, and he commented, "I can't seriously just steal a pie and not at least say sorry for doing it! Can I? That was really rotten of me to do. What was I thinking?! Plus, I'm already late for practice thanks to stopping by here anyways." Soarin weighed his options, and naturally decided to go back to the farm.

"Huh," Soarin sighed after locating the pony who had baked the pie, finally. "Surprisingly, he doesn't look very familiar. I don't think I've ever even seen him at one of my shows." He gulped, and sighed once again before saying, "Here goes nothin'..."

Braeburn caught sight of the pegasus approaching from the other side of the fence, and asked, "Hey, over there! you!"

"Uhh," Soarin said nervously. "S-sorry for intruding, I-"

"Name's Braeburn. Nice to meet you! Have you seen my apple pie?"

Soarin could only divert his gaze. "I, umm..."

"It's gone missin', and I remember leaving it right over there. Right on that fence you're standin' in front of. Know anything at all, mister?"

Soarin gulped yet again, this time even harder, still tasting those sweet apple chunks on the back of his tongue. "Y-yeah, actually... I'm... sorry, but I happened to come on by earlier, and I might've... stolen it."

Braeburn gave Soarin his best, scolding stare. "You stole it? You?"

Soarin nodded with guilt. "It just smelled so delicious. I couldn't resist! Is there anything that I can do to make it up to you? I can pay!"

"Hehe," Braeburn chuckled. "Nah, I don't want your money. Somethin' like that? A pony like yourself needs the right punishment. Mind, it was mighty fine of you to come on up to me and honestly apologize, but payment just isn't gonna cut it." He took off his hat, and forwardly asked, "Do you even know how much time, and effort really goes into my pies?"

Soarin pointed out, "About as much as the other Pie family members, only just a little bit more? I've pretty much tasted everypony else's recipe except yours. Up until today that is."

Braeburn continued to scold Soarin. "Wrong, mister know-it-all. It's a lot more. My pie was better than the rest, right?"

Soarin nodded, and said, "It's Soarin, by the way... and, I've hardly ever stollen anything in my life, but that time... I just couldn't resist." As he said that last part, Soarin's lips began to water.

Braeburn smiled, and said, "Exactly, my fine feathered friend. Luckily for you, I've got a back up in the house. Now, c'mere..."

Soarin did as he was told, and asked along the way, "A... back up apple pie?"

Braeburn ignored Soarin, and trotted on over to his barn. In front of it sat unused brushes along with full canisters of red paint, and although Soarin hadn't noticed it at first, he could definitely agree that the barn needing a new coat. "I don't know what might've gotten into you, but it leaves you owing me a mighty favor. Hate to break it to you, but I'd rather not have to put up with... this."

Soarin looked from the paint to the overly chipped wall in front of him, and said, "Oh, jeez..." He then gave Braeburn a pair of puppy-dog eyes. "I've gotta paint the barn? You've gotta be kidding me!"

Braeburn exhaled, annoyed by Soarin's resistance. "I most certainly am not, Mister Soarin."

"It..." Soarin started to say, but he soon started backing away from Braeburn with a blush, and a bead of sweat coming down his forehead. The heat was getting to him, and he continued, "It's just Soarin. Not that I'm complaining, but there's nothing else I can do? Maybe something closer to a shadier spot, perhaps?"

Braeburn watched closely as Soarin yanked hold of his neck collar to cool himself off. "Heh...! Well, listen here, Soarin. If you weren't so caught up in being all stylish underneath that get-up you've got goin' on, and what not, you'd be half-way finished by now. Instead, you're complainin', which in case you haven't noticed.... isn't helping at all."

Soarin sighed in defeat, and asked, "You think it's that easy? I can never get this thing off without some assistance from somepony. The zipper always gets caught by my hooves for some reason!"

"What?" Braeburn asked with an arched eyebrow. "You're pullin' my hoof."

Soarin shook his head. "I'm not, actually. I wish I were."

"Would you just take off the stupid uniform already?"

Soarin grumbled, and argued, "I would love to, but I just can't. Also, it's not stupid! It's aerodynamic."

"Take it off, Soarin!"

"Watch," Soarin finally choked up with an attitude. "I'll prove it to you!"

Starting with a single hoof, he pulled, and yanked, and tugged, and yearned to be released. Despite his struggle, it just wasn't coming loose. Then, he started using both of his front hooves, and finally, his teeth. By the time he was finally told to stop, Soarin would be flipped upside down on his back, the top piece of his zipper caught between his strained maw.

"Ugh, enough already! I get it! You've made your point. Come on, now, and get yourself up and off of the ground."

Soarin did so, and asked with a huff, "So, I guess we'll just have to find something else for me to do. Right, Braeburn?"

"Wrong," the cowpony said while coming up face to face with Soarin. "Hold still..."

Soarin felt his breathing quicken suddenly as Braeburn reached down for his torso, and asked, "Huh? Wait, what???"

Braeburn looked back up momentarily to smile at Soarin sweetly. "I've got you on this. I'll just get the zipper for you, alright? Nothin' to it."

Soarin's lip quivered as Braeburn grabbed hold rather easily. "Uhh, the stallions back at the Wonderbolts training don't generally offer to do this sort of thing for each other. I usually have to get one of the girls to do it for me, like Spitfire."

Braeburn easily managed to bring the zipper sliding downwards slowly, and once done, he looked back up at Soarin. "Good to know," he teased.

He then gave Soarin some space, and kindly waited for him to finish undressing. As he stripped, Soarin couldn't help but notice Braeburn leisurely watching him, a smile returning to that bright, and welcoming face of his. Soarin asked after a moment of silence, "Do I really have to?"

"Look, you're not on the training grounds right now, and I don't really care if you are a Wonderbolt. I don't tend to go to their performances." He looked at Soarin sternly, and said, "I suppose I'll go ahead and clean up this outfit of yours while you take care of painting the barn. After all, it's all dirty with the last pie that I had made. Can't believe I hadn't noticed the crumbs before you confessed."

Soarin looked down at the brushes, and then back at Braeburn walking away, and said, "Well, there's got to be a better way out of this instead of me painting this barn all day." Just before Braeburn opened the door leading into the house, Soarin caught up with him to say, "Brae, wait up."

Braeburn scoffed, "Really? What is it now, Soarin?"

"Look," the pegasus said, trying his best to level with his host. "Is there's anything else around here that I could do? I mean, I totally understand that I'm a pegasus, so flying on up there to paint sounds like the perfect plan to you. I just... I don't want to, alright? Is there some other chore that you could maybe come up with that doesn't involve me roasting in the hot sun for the rest of the day?"

Braeburn rubbed his chin in thought, and even made a humming noise to signify that he was really, and truthfully thinking hard about this. "Hmm..."

"I'm all ears," Soarin said with a smile.

Braeburn, however, didn't seem all that confident. "You know what? Nah, forget it. You probably wouldn't be interested one bit."

Braeburn once again turned around, but stopped with Soarin pleading, "Oh, come on! At least tell me what it is you have in mind!"

Braeburn breathed in deeply before looking back at Soarin. Bravely, he said, "I don't mean to scare you off none, but... if you really, really want to help me out in any other way other than painting the barn, then you might as well hop up onto that wooden fence just yonder, and present your backside for me."

Soarin just stared at Braeburn with wide eyes. "E-excuse me?"

Braeburn blushed just as much as the pony in front of him did. "Well, y-you keep going on and on about doin' somethin' else for me! Unless that's it, I suggest you get to painting!"

Soarin looked away momentarily. For some odd reason, he still didn't go for the paint brushes like Braeburn had expected of him, and instead, glanced back at Braeburn to say, "Actually, since you're offering, I think I prefer the second option over the first if you don't mind! Before rutting me by that fence over there, though... you wouldn't first want a blow job?"