TimeBomb's "Sexty Minute Ponies" Collection

Prompt #6: "Applejack only has time for a quickie."

The barn door creaked open ever-so-slightly as a lone figure made her way inside. Giving a quick glance to make sure that nopony was inside, she shut and locked the door behind her, ensuring her privacy.

Applejack quickly made her way into their normal barn. Unlike the one used to hold parties, shindigs, and other gatherings, this barn was used for more conventional farmwork. Hay bales, tools, watering troughs, and whatnot were scattered about. Applejack let out a sigh of relief; she was quite positive that, barring any surprises from a certain friend or two, she would be all alone for as long as she needed.

Ducking behind a pile of hay bales, Applejack turned her back to the door and plopped down on her haunches. She leaned back into the stack and let her hindlegs spread from each other. As she stared at the spot between her legs, she reminded herself that she was on the clock. No time for lollygagging, this had to be quick and dirty.

As big as she was on being a strong pillar and able to take care of herself, she was still not above certain things. Namely, her independent will wasn’t entirely without certain needs. Being stuck in a house with three relatives including a child and thin walls when she wasn’t working around the clock would normally prevent her from tending to such needs, forcing her to keep her chin up and her tail between her flanks.

It worked okay for most days, but today was not like most days. Applejack normally didn’t awaken after being in a rather steamy dream that left lasting effects on her body. These feelings in her persisted all throughout the early morning and her shift on the barn, no matter how many trees she bucked or animals she fed. It was all she could do to not plant her bottom on the ground and tend to herself right then and there, but fear of being caught along with her stubborn will kept her going. At least, it did until she realized it was time for her first break of the day, the one before lunch.

Wasting no time, Applejack quickly rubbed a hoof along her side to get any unwanted debris off, then gave a quick test stroke at herself. In an instant, her breath caught in her throat and her back arched just a little bit. “Oh my stars…” she muttered. She was ready, no doubt about it.

At once, Applejack began her session for real. She rubbed up and down the line of pink breaking through her orange coat at a moderate pace. Her breathing turned into gasps as she played with herself, and her brow, already damp from working all day in the sun, started to become saturated with her sweat. Increasing the pace, Applejack shut her eyes, drowning out the senses she didn’t need at the moment.

That’s when she came into her mind’s eye. A vivid image appeared before Applejack, one of a very particular pony staring right back at her. The pony’s one visible eye peeked at her while the other hid behind a long pink mane. A red blush highlighted her buttermilk-yellow face. She knew what Applejack was doing and wanted to do with her. Her response to this knowledge was nothing but a welcoming smile.

A groan came loose from Applejack’s throat as her hoof moved faster of its own accord. In addition to an up and down motion, it also started drawing small circles around a very specific and very sensitive nub between her flanks.

Applejack stared down at Fluttershy in her imagination. The pegasus’ face was now planted between her hooves as she laid in a bed of some nonspecific room. She smiled up at her friend, who was about to make them more than just friends.

“Um, Applejack?” she whispered.

“Y-yes…” replied Applejack in both fantasy and reality.

“Please… be gentle with me…”

“I… I will.”

Applejack’s hoof raced up and down her sweet spot as fast as it could. Her other hoof had joined in on the fun as well, rubbing circles around another pink nub, this one located above her marehood and beneath her belly. Moans from deep within her throat left at a regular pace, the pitch growing higher and higher.

Fluttershy leaned up towards Applejack. Applejack leaned down towards Fluttershy. Their heads both tilted to their right, and their eyelids slowly drew shut.

“Applejack…”

“Fluttershy…”

“I… I… love you.”

“YES!”

The image vanished in an instant. All thought necessary to continue the fantasy had been obliterated as Applejack reached her peak. Every muscle in her body cried out in approval of Applejack’s decision to finally give herself some proper “me time.” Her back arched high enough to give even the most flexible pegasus (or a certain pink earth pony) a run for their money, and her hoof and tail became drenched in a very personal liquid.

Applejack laid there for a few minutes, her body covered in sweat and her breathing labored. Time was a foreign concept to her in her endorphin-addled brain.

Once coherent thought became possible for her, her thoughts trailed back to one specific pony.

Just what was it that kept getting Applejack all worked up over her friend? Maybe it had something to do with both of their love for the outdoors, she thought. They did have different jobs, true, but they both required extensive working with, and an appreciation of, the very earth itself. Perhaps it also had something to do with Fluttershy being… girly. Not too much girly like the frilly Rarity, not too androgynous like the brainy Twilight, not too… Pinkie, and not too much like a boy in a girl’s body like Rainbow Dash. Maybe it was her yellow coat.

As far as Applejack was concerned, any of these could have been the reason why Fluttershy was always the one to appear in her head whenever she had one of these rare sessions. That said, she couldn’t deny that she was reflecting fondly upon the time she had spent in the pegasus’ company more and more in the past few weeks. Maybe if she tried arranging a get-together with her at one of those frou-frou spas that she goes to with Rarity all the time…

Applejack shook her head. Those thoughts would have to come at another time. For now, her break time was nearing its end, and she had more important issues to worry about.

“Now how in the hay am I gonna get myself cleaned up before I gotta get back t’ work?”