Thunderlane's Applebucking
Putting the "Bum" in "Bumper Crop"
"I need money, Dash. Pronto."
Rainbow Dash zipped her bag closed and shut her locker before responding to Thunderlane. "What's the matter, Blunder-lane, somepony slap you with a paternity suit?"
"Har-har-har. No, Dash. Rumble is back in school, and I need cash to pay for his books and stuff."
"And you need cash so urgently that you had to ask me in the mare's locker room?"
Thunderlane shrugged, "Had to make sure I caught you before you went back to Ponyville for vacation."
Technically that was only half of the reason. Thunderlane needed to ask Rainbow before she went home, certainly. They had the next week off while Spitfire ran the new recruits' Fall Flight Trials. The other reason he was asking her in the locker room was that he was hoping to sneak a peek of some mares changing out of their flight gear. After all, he was a healthy, red-blooded stallion.
However, practice had been over for a while, so the room was practically deserted except for him, Dash, and a few mares packing up their gear, getting ready for the week off. Still, he stealthily let his eyes drift to High Winds's toned butt as she walked by in a pair of yoga pants, her tail swishing in time with her stride.
"Eyes forward, soldier," Dash laughed, grabbing Thunderlane's chin and turning his head to face her. Evidently, Thunderlane wasn't as stealthy as he thought. "Why not just ask Spitfire for an advance in your pay if you need the money now?"
He shook his head. "No-can-do, Dash. I tried that last year and it took me months of saving up to make up for it." It wasn't a happy memory. He had eaten practically nothing but instant noodles until he paid back that debt.
Thunderlane and Dash left the locker room, making their way to the edge of the camp. "The way I see it, we have nine days off for the Fall Flight Trials, if you count the weekends, so I figured that I could make a bunch of money then doing some kind of temp job since I wouldn't be doing anything otherwise."
Rainbow scratched the back of her head while she thought about it. Then, she perked up and beamed at him. "Dude, I have the perfect job for you! Come on, follow me." They glided towards Ponyville off the edge of the flight camp's cloud.
"For real? Thanks, Dash," Thunderlane said as he followed her.
"No worries. Just do me one favor?"
"Yeah?"
"Stop staring at my butt while we're gliding."
Damn. He had hoped she wouldn't notice.
Rainbow Dash and Thunderlane landed in Sweet Apple Acres as the sun was sinking low over the treetops, bathing the whole orchard in a fiery glow of beautiful autumn colors. Most of the trees had been picked clean of fruit throughout the fall season, but Thunderlane noticed a fair share still had apples on them.
"That's a lot of apples still on their trees," Thunderlane noted. "Winter starts next Sunday...Don't they all need to be picked before the running of the leaves?"
Rainbow grinned, pointing at the apples. "Those apples are why we're here. Big Mac is with Sugar Belle visiting her relatives, so Applejack needs an extra pony to help with the late-season apples this year. There was a time when she would've turned down the extra help, but we already went through that mess in the first season --"
Rainbow coughed, "Sorry, had to clear my throat. I mean the first season that Big Mac was out of commission. You remember that year, with the bunny stampede in town?" Of course he remembered - it wasn't every year that a stampede of bunnies swept over Ponyville.
"Anyway, somepony has to help her out, and she'd totally be willing to shell out some bits for a good farmhand. Or orchard-hand, or whatever," Rainbow explained as they made their way to the house.
They came up to the farmhouse and Rainbow knocked on the door. "Hey, Applejack! Your favorite pony's here to see you!"
They heard a reply from inside the house, "Well, that just can't be. Apple Bloom's upstairs doin' her homework."
Rainbow rolled her eyes. "I mean your favorite pony other than your sister."
"Shucks, is Big Mac back from his trip already?"
"Your favorite mare, A.J."
Applejack was quiet for a moment before she guessed, "...Pinkie Pie?"
Thunderlane cracked a smile when he saw how riled up Rainbow Dash was getting. Just when Dash looked like steam would start shooting from her ears, Applejack opened the door. "Simmer down, Rainbow. I'm just havin' some fun with you." Applejack looked over at Thunderlane and asked, "Who's yer friend?"
Rainbow gestured to Thunderlane with an elaborate flourish. "This strapping young stallion is Thunderlane. He was hoping to make a little extra cash over the next week, so I told him he should help you out with the apple harvest."
Applejack's look grew serious, sizing Thunderlane up. "Oh, did you now? Listen here, Thunderlane, this here's some real serious work. You think you can keep up with me fer a whole week?"
Rainbow Dash answered before Thunderlane could reply, "Oh, please. Thunderlane here is a Wonderbolt, Applejack. Anypony tough enough to be on my squad can totally handle picking some apples."
Applejack snorted, "Well, I don't see how fancy flyin' and loop-de-loops getcha ready fer Applebuck Season, but I'll give it a try. Show up tomorrow after breakfast and I'll show you the ropes." Applejack spit into her palm and extended her arm to Thunderlane. Without missing a beat, he spit into his own palm and shook on the deal.
A smile came to Applejack's freckled face. "Firm grip you got there!" She clapped Thunderlane's shoulder with her other hand. "That's a good sign. 'A deal's only as good as the handshake that seals it,' that's what Granny Smith says."
"Somepony say my name?" Granny Smith hobbled over to the door from her rocking chair. "Ooh, now who's this tall drink of water?" Granny squinted at Thunderlane.
"That's Thunderlane, Granny. He's --"
"Applejack, why didn't you tell me you were havin' a gentlecolt caller?" Applejack stammered for a reply, but Dash laughed over her response. Granny bowled on through, "And such a strappin' young stallion too! Now, what are yer intentions with my granddaughter, mister?" Now it was Thunderlane's turn to stammer.
Applejack rubbed her forehead with her fingertips, explaining, "Granny, Thunderlane's gonna be helpin' us with the harvest this week."
Granny blinked, the situation slowly dawning on her. She snorted a laugh, "You sure you ain't plannin' on mixin' a little business and pleasure, sugar-cube? He looks about yer type!" Applejack blushed crimson and hurried to close the door. As it swung shut, Granny waved, adding, "See you tomorrow, mister hunky-hunk!"
Sweating with effort in the crisp autumn air, Thunderlane hauled another bucket of apples into the back of the wagon. He had been working since he got to the orchard that morning, right after Applejack had finished her breakfast.
He realized Applejack had been working for hours before she even stopped for breakfast, getting up at the crack of dawn. She assured him he didn't need to be there for those chores; She was paying him to help with the apple harvest, nothing more.
He wasn't surprised to learn she was just as fun to work with as Rainbow Dash; It would have been weird if one of the bearers of the elements of harmony was rude to her farmhands. They talked and joked with each other all morning as they worked.
Thunderlane leaned on the side of the wagon, taking a breather. His shirt was getting damp with sweat, sticking to the contours of his muscles. Applejack lifted a bucket of apples into the wagon and joined him, stretching out her arms and legs.
Applejack asked, "If you don't mind my askin', what are you plannin' on spendin' yer pay on? You savin' up fer some souped-up hot-rod or somethin'?" She lifted her hat and wiped a sheen of sweat from her forehead with the sleeve of her red checkered shirt.
"Actually, I was gonna spend it buying school supplies for my little bro," answered Thunderlane. Applejack looked at him, clearly not expecting such a serious answer. "He's a smart kid, and money's been tight, so it made sense to pick up a job during my week off."
Applejack gave a thoughtful smile. "Well, that's mighty good of you, providin' fer yer kin." She put her hat back on and walked over to another bucket full of apples. "And here I was, thinkin' all y'all in the Wonderbolts were a buncha' pegasi with yer heads in the clouds."
Clearly, Applejack was impressed that Thunderlane was such a responsible stallion. Of course, he did still have an immature streak. Case in point, as Applejack went back to work, his eyes locked on to her butt.
Thunderlane had ogled his fair share of butts in his day. Flat butts, fat butts, fit butts, thick butts -- Thunderlane was a firm believer that true beauty was in the booty, and Applejack's butt might be in contention for his favorite butt yet. A lifetime of lifting using her legs to lift combined with a generous diet of apple pies, apple dumplings, apple fritters, and such had resulted in the perfect balance of muscle and fat.
Applejack bent to lift the bucket, her thighs and glutes flexing as she lifted it off the ground. Butts were great for staring at; The way they moved, the pleasant shape, the fantasy of holding onto those cheeks as he drilled a mare -- even now he fantasized about bending her over, fucking her against the wagon.
Thunderlane repeated in his head, Stop eye-fucking Applejack, stop eye-fucking Applejack, stop eye-fucking Applejack. Popping a boner right now would make work uncomfortable, especially in the jeans he was wearing. Not to mention it would be incredibly embarrassing. Thunderlane had been caught ogling mares in the past, and they always gave him a hard time over it. Why couldn't they just take it as a compliment?
Don't think about her butt. Don't think about getting a handful in each palm and kneading it like dough. Don't think about sinking your cock in between those cheeks and making her moan your name...
Despite his efforts, Thunderlane could feel his jeans feel tighter and tighter as he got hard. Think un-sexy thoughts, he told himself. Cold showers...bad breath...Granny Smith in a bathing suit...That did it. More flaccid than ever, he got back to work.
The sun was starting to set by the time they brought the wagon back to the barn. "That's a good start," Applejack remarked as they unloaded the filled buckets. "You took to this better than I expected. I've been meanin' to ask you, you plannin' on comin' to the end of season party?"
Thunderlane perked up. "What's that?"
Applejack explained, "Next Sunday afternoon is the Runnin' of the Leaves, so Saturday next week's the last full day of the season. The Apple family always throws a lil' shindig to celebrate the end of apple harvestin' season. Yer more than welcome to come, seein' as how yer workin' here."
Thunderlane shrugged noncommittally, "Maybe, I'll let you know later."
Applejack laughed, "Oh, I suppose an important Wonderbolt like yerself needs to find space in between all the fancy flyin' in his schedule?" She waved him off, "Well, just let me know when you make up yer mind."
A few days later, Thunderlane touched down at the farmhouse in the morning. He and Applejack had taken care of a good chunk of the apples by now, and he had gotten used to the routine. He realized he was running early today; Normally Applejack was waiting to meet him outside the farmhouse when he arrived, ready to head off to the orchard with the wagon.
He knocked on the front door. Moments later, he heard footsteps pattering to the entrance, and it swung open.
Applejack's little sister stood in the doorway, looking up at him. He remembered her from when Rumble went to camp with the Cutie Mark Crusaders.
"Hi there Apple Bloom, remember me?"
Apple Bloom grinned, "Of course I do, Thunderlane! Yer Rumble's big brother!"
Thunderlane reached down and ruffled her hair. "Attagirl. Is your sister ready to head out?" Apple Bloom shook her head.
"Who's that at the door?" he heard Applejack yell from the kitchen.
"It's Thunderlane," Apple Bloom answered, yelling over her shoulder.
Applejack yelled back, "Well, tell him to come on in. I'm fixin' up some flapjacks, and there's plenty to share."
Thunderlane walked in, joining Applejack in the kitchen. She was wearing just jeans and an undershirt with an apron, her checkered work shirt draped over a chair, dirty and sweaty from the chores she had been doing since dawn. Without looking away from the pan she called out, "Take a seat by the table, this next batch of flapjacks is just about done."
Thunderlane took a seat at a cleared place at the table, and Applejack brought over a piping hot plate of flapjacks. Thunderlane dug in. They tasted great, but he saw he had earned a disapproving look from Applejack. Had he done something wrong?
"You better not be thinkin' about eatin' those flapjacks plain." She rummaged on the shelves for a jar of apple butter. "Now this is what makes 'em Apple-family flapjacks," she explained as she spread a dollop of the homemade topping on a flapjack before cutting off a piece. Spearing it on a fork, she brought it up to Thunderlane's mouth.
Thunderlane took the bite-sized morsel into his mouth, and just like that, he was in apple heaven. There was more than just apple; There was cinnamon, allspice, a hint of nutmeg, brown sugar...he could have sworn he tasted pear mixed in with the apple.
Applejack looked at him expectantly. "Well, ain't that the best darn flapjack y'ever ate?"
"Mm-hmm," Thunderlane replied, nodding with the fork still in his mouth. Applejack chuckled. For a moment they held one another's gaze in awkward silence as he chewed. Then, there was a knocking at the door, followed by the guest barging in before Applejack could answer.
"Yo, Applejack! What's up -- Oh, hey Thunderlane!" Rainbow Dash walked into the kitchen like she owned the place and plopped down onto a chair, not waiting for any invitation. Not that she needed one; She and Applejack were as close as friends could be. She snapped her fingers at Applejack, "Waitress? A plate of your finest flapjacks, on the double."
Applejack snorted at the brazen request. "I got half a mind to smack some manners into that head of yer's," she threatened, brandishing the pan.
Rainbow batted her eyes in response, putting her hands together and begging, "Pleeeease?" Applejack relented and set to pouring more batter into the pan, making a fresh stack of flapjacks for the newest arrival.
Thunderlane and Rainbow Dash talked shop, commenting on the incoming weather, which recruits looked promising for next year, and upcoming Wonderbolt shows. It was the kind of conversation he could have without really paying attention, and he took the opportunity to let his eyes wander.
Thunderlane's eyes kept drifting to Applejack's derriere. Applejack's hips moved ever so slightly as she whistled out a tune, tending the pan over the stovetop. He mentally undressed her, imagining her wearing nothing but the apron, her bare back and buttocks exposed to the kitchen.
Thunderlane tore his eyes away from Applejack and looked back to Rainbow Dash...who had been watching him the whole time he had been ogling Applejack. Rainbow grinned at him like a cat that had cornered a mouse. Shit, I'm busted, he cursed himself. He half expected Dash to call him out then and there for ogling her best friend's backside.
But she had other plans.
"Hey, A.J.? Mind putting some chocolate chips in my flapjacks?" Rainbow asked Applejack, not breaking eye contact with Thunderlane.
"Sure, Rainbow. That is if I can find them..." She gave the shelves a quick look.
"Oh, I think they were on the bottom shelf." Rainbow Dash nudged Thunderlane and pointed at Applejack. He turned to follow her pointing, wondering what Rainbow Dash was trying to pull.
Applejack bent over, rummaging deep into the bottom shelf of the pantry. Her butt moved side to side as she moved jars and cans out of the way, Thunderlane's eyes following her heinie hypnotically.
He was nearly drooling by the time she came up, holding the jar of chocolate chips. "There they are, dang things," Applejack remarked as she added them to the flapjacks in the pan.
The three of them ate their flapjacks, Thunderlane desperately trying not to fantasize about Applejack's ass. He had an image in his head of bending her over the table and yanking her jeans down right there in the kitchen, regardless of Rainbow Dash being there.
When Applejack finished her plate, she stood up. "Well Rainbow, I'd love to stay and jaw all day but Thunderlane and I got work to do. I'm gonna just grab a fresh shirt, then we can get to the orchard." Applejack tromped up the stairs to her room.
Once she was out of earshot, Rainbow Dash turned to Thunderlane, and said in a mocking impression of his voice, "Duh, like, Applejack, can I but my wiener in your butt?" Shifting to an impression of Applejack, she answered herself, "Well butter my biscuit and diddle my cornhole, you can plow my back field any day!"
Rainbow roared with laughter, "Dude, you've got to learn to be more stealthy." Thunderlane groaned, putting his head in his hands. "I mean, everypony on the team already knows you're an ass-fanatic," Dash continued, "Blaze said if she catches you checking out her butt again she's gonna throw you into a hurricane."
Thunderlane resignedly thumped his forehead onto the table. Rainbow Dash was never going to let him live this down. He begged, "Please don't rat me out?"
Rainbow smiled sanctimoniously, "Why shouldn't I? After all, it's like Applejack always says, 'Honesty is important and apples and family and blah blah blah.'"
He groaned, "I don't want her to think I'm some pervy sleazebag. She's a nice mare, you know? I mean, I wanna go animal on that ass, but I don't want her to get creeped out. I just want her to think I'm, you know, cool." Rainbow's smile went from mischievous to nefarious as she schemed in her head.
Before Rainbow could answer one way or another, Applejack walked into the kitchen wearing a fresh shirt, commenting "Rainbow, you better not be messin' with my farmhand."
"Oh, I'm just having some harmless fun with Blunder-lane," Dash responded. She excused herself from the table, "Well, time for me to hurry my butt out of here," exaggerating the sway of her hips as she walked past Thunderlane, laughing to herself.
Applejack shook her head, baffled. "I can't reckon what that filly thinks is such a hoot," she wondered aloud.
Later, as she and Thunderlane stocked the wagon with empty buckets, she remarked, "So, have you made up yer mind about the party? I was hopin' you'd be there." In a pitiable attempt to play it cool, she added, "Or don't, y'know, whatever fits yer schedule."
That mare can't hold a poker face to save her life, Thunderlane noted. "I'll be there, don't worry."
Applejack slapped his back. "That's what I like to hear! C'mon, we got an orchard to harvest."
As promised, that Saturday evening Thunderlane showed up to the party. Pinkie Pie and Applejack had put up lights in and around the barn, set up speakers playing music, and brought jugs of Granny Smith's best cider up from the cellar. All things considered, it was shaping up to be a pretty good party.
Thunderlane was surprised how many creatures were at the party; The Apples were there, including Big Mac and Sugar Belle, who had just got back from their trip that afternoon. The other bearers of the Elements of Harmony had shown up, as had Starlight Glimmer, Spike, the Cutie Mark Crusaders, Granny Smith's pals, and even some of Big Mac's friends -- Thunderlane fought down a worried grimace as he noticed Discord somehow drinking a solid apple and eating a glass of cider. There were dozens of ponies that Thunderlane had seen around Ponyville but never caught the names of, though he was pretty sure the gray pony with a purple mane was Pinkie Pie's sister.
A while later, Thunderlane found himself thoroughly enjoying the evening. He met a lot of new ponies; It turned out the gray pony, Maud, was Pinkie's sister. She was also very enthusiastic about geology. Thankfully Starlight Glimmer had joined the conversation before Maud dove too deep into a lecture about the chemical makeup of Ponyville's bedrock.
The food and drink were good -- actually, the cider was really, really good. Thunderlane was a big guy, so he could pack away quite a bit of cider before it really affected him. Everypony was enjoying the cider, but since the Crusaders were there, everypony kept an eye on how much they drank.
Well, almost everypony.
Thunderlane nearly dropped his cup as somepony goosed his rear. Turning around, he saw Rainbow Dash giggling, holding an empty cup of cider. Dash was a fiend for Apple family cider and had been drinking it like water all night. Discord made sure to top off her cup whenever she approached the drink table, eagerly anticipating any chaos she would cause in her inebriated state.
"Well well welllll...if it isn't Blunder-lane," Rainbow dash slurred, barely keeping her balance. "We've only got one day left in the break, and I plan to spend that day sleeping off this cider," Rainbow Dash said, bringing her empty cup to her lips. She looked in it confusedly, as if surprised to find she had already finished it off.
Thunderlane looked around for Applejack. Somepony should tell her to cut Dash off for the night. "If you're looking for our little cowpony, she's not here," Rainbow Dash said.
"What, she went back to the house?"
Rainbow shook her head, "No, she took a jar of cider and headed off for the shed, the one by the carrot patch." For some reason, Dash found this hilarious, as she barely contained a fit of giggles.
"Why'd she do that?" Thunderlane asked. That shed was far away from the party, on top of the hill on the far side of the property.
Rainbow answered, "Well, she might have asked me to tell you to meet her there. Alone." She waggled her eyebrows at him, grinning like an idiot.
Thunderlane didn't need a map to see where this was going. Applejack wanted to meet him alone in a secluded part of the farm after dark while everypony else was at the party. The most reasonable explanation was that she was wanted to say or do something with him in private, and Thunderlane was no dummy
It wasn't unbelievable that Applejack wanted some kind of romantic hook-up. After all, he was tall, muscular, and likable; It wasn't crazy to reason that after a week of hanging out and watching him lift heavy loads of apples that she wanted a roll in the hay.
Thunderlane was pulled from his thoughts as Rainbow barked a laugh, "Come on, lover-boy! Don't keep your lady waiting!" Rainbow drove her point home by circling around Thunderlane and giving his rear a hard smack.
"Giddy up, Blunder-lane! Ha ha ha!" Thunderlane rolled his eyes, and slipped out of the barn.
Thunderlane knocked on the shed door before opening it.
"Howdy, Thunderlane," Applejack greeted him. She stood alone by the back wall, a jar of hard apple cider in her hand. Her party clothes and work clothes weren't much different; She had on the same hat, jeans, boots, and red checkered shirt.
"Care fer a taste?" Applejack asked, offering up the jar of cider. Thunderlane accepted, taking a pull from the jar. It was good cider, stronger than what the ponies at the party were drinking. Combined with its sweetness, it spread a comforting warmth through his body from his head to his fingertips.
Applejack clapped his shoulder. "Good, right? That jar's from my special reserve. You earned it." She took the jar back and drank from it herself, adding, "You did good, keepin' up with me fer a whole week. Rainbow was right about you bein' able to handle yerself out there."
Applejack nervously played with her drink. "Anyway... you likin' the shindig so far?"
"Yeah." Thunderlane was pretty sure he knew why Applejack had asked him here, but he had to be careful. If he was too direct she would think he was just some booty-hound. Admittedly, that wasn't far from the truth, but he didn't want to spoil his chances.
Applejack, however, ended up being more direct than he could have ever hoped to be.
"So, Rainbow says you've been eyein' my keister all week."
Thunderlane coughed. Aw, fuck, he thought, She didn't ask me here to screw her, she just wanted to corner me and chew me out for ogling her ass. Thunderlane briefly considered denying the accusation before realizing lying to the element of honesty was probably a bad idea.
"That, uh, sounds about right," he confessed.
Applejack whooped out a laugh. "Well, shoot. At least yer honest about it. Ain't like I mind none." Thunderlane breathed a sigh of relief. Knowing that Applejack was the kind of mare that didn't get mad about stallions checking them out took a load off his mind, not to mention it made him feel less guilty about all leering he had done over the past week.
She moseyed over to him, tracing a line down his chest with her fingertips before adding, "I 'specially don't mind when the stallion checkin' me out's been my eye candy fer the past week."
That caught him off guard. "Wait, you've been checking me out all week?"
Blushing, Applejack nodded, "Yup. Apple Bloom and Granny have been teasin' me non-stop 'bout it too. Seems to me that everypony's caught on to us except each other." Applejack chuckled and took another drink of cider. "I can be a mite blind to that sorta thing."
The two of them laughed awkwardly, eyeing each other up and down. Applejack shifted nervously. "Y'know, I've been havin' a real good time tonight, and I reckon you deserve some kinda 'thank you' fer yer work, and an apology fer all the oglin' I've done this past week." She donned her trademark terrible poker face came as she added, "I might even let you get away with doin' more than just lookin'." To drive her point home, she placed her drink on a shelf and ran her hand over his pecs. "So? Y'all got any requests?"
Thunderlane answered, "For a start, you could let me do this --"
Thunderlane wrapped his arms around Applejack's waist, grabbing her ass. As she gasped, he leaned over her shoulder to admire her ass, giving it a few appreciative pats. The was wearing jeans rather than tights or a skirt, so there wasn't the satisfying bounce he would have liked. Making the best of it, he palmed her ass, getting a feel for the weight of it.
Not one to take a passive role, Applejack ran her hands over Thunderlane's chest. Lifting his shirt up, she gave herself access to his bare abs, rubbing them with her hands admiringly. Tickling one finger just above the hem of his pants, she leaned in towards his ear, whispering, "You know, I caught you poppin' a boner while we were workin'."
Which time does she mean? he asked himself. Thunderlane must have gotten hard while ogling her a dozen times that week. Even now, just thinking about them, he felt his member grow out from his sheath.
"I figured that you must've been thinkin' about some mare you knew," Applejack explained, "but you were thinkin' about me, weren't you?"
Thunderlane chuckled, "Guilty," as he squeezed her rump again.
"Well," Applejack purred as she unbuckled his belt and loosened his fly, "consider this a fee fer lookin'." Grabbing his hair and moving his head in front of hers, she leaned in to kiss him, her tongue slipping into his mouth as her hand slipped under the hem of his pants and boxers.
Thunderlane melted into the kiss as she felt up his cock, her cider-scented breath flooding his mouth. She traced her thumb down the thick vein that ran down the length of his shaft, and he repaid her in kind, groping her ass.
Applejack broke the kiss, following it up with a peck on the tip of Thunderlane's nose, like a playful echo of the more passionate kiss. "This big guy's been achin' fer this fer a while, huh?" Applejack asked, her hand still massaging Thunderlane's cock beneath his boxers.
Thunderlane nodded, groaning as he tried to hold himself back. Now that he had Applejack where he wanted her, it would be a waste to bust his nut in her hand before his cock ever left his pants. He grabbed her wrist, stopping the massage before it turned into a handjob.
"Applejack, if you don't turn around and show me your ass right now, I'm gonna rip those jeans off with my freaking teeth."
Applejack laughed, "And chip them pearly whites? Can't have that now." With a smirk, Applejack began to strip, unbuckling her belt. She turned to face the wall, pulling the belt off, letting it drop to the ground, the heavy buckle making a dull thump. Giving Thunderlane what he'd wanted all week, she hitched her thumbs on the waist of her jeans and panties and shimmied them down to her thighs. For the final touch, she hiked up her tail, giving him a perfect view of her ass.
It was perfect. Curvy, cute, and unblemished, this was by far the prettiest ass he'd seen up close. Moving closer, he grabbed her buttocks, feeling their weight in his hands. They felt amazing, pleasantly filling his palms.
"Havin' fun back there' lover-boy?" Applejack asked as he played with her, squeezing and kneading her butt in his hands. He tugged on it, spreading her cheeks to give him a clear view of her cute asshole. He poked against it with his thumb, drawing a surprised squeak from Applejack.
Thunderlane hesitated. He knew what he wanted to do next, but he wanted to make sure she was okay with it. He opened his mouth to ask, but she beat him to it.
"You gonna eat it, or just look at it?" she blurted out.
Thunderlane chuckled, asking, "That okay with you?"
"I -- I guess." Blushing, she muttered, "Do what you want. I, uh, got it ready fer ya."
Thunderlane asked, "Oh, did you now?" A goofy smile spread over his face. It was cute to see Applejack, usually so in-charge, blushing like a filly. It's a little late in the game for her to be getting shy like this, he thought to himself.
"Well, Rainbow said you like my keister, so I figured if we hooked up tonight, I should get it ready," she mumbled into the wall. She leaned forward, bracing herself with her hands. "It's safe, sugar-cube. Now, get to it."
Thunderlane wasn't going to make her wait. Dropping to his knees, he took one buttock in each hand, letting her tail drape over the back of his head. Spreading her cheeks, he pressed his muzzle into her, nosing her dock as he ran his tongue over her asshole.
"OH!" she yelped as his tongue made contact, licking her passage. Pulling his face out, he asked her, "first time doing this sort of thing?"
She nodded, "Yep. I've played with myself there, but ain't never had a stallion rim me before." He dove back in, and she continued, "It's -- oh! -- it's nicer than I thought it'd be. Sorta -- oh, fuck -- sorta relaxin'." Her breaths came in husky moans as he showered her hole with affection.
"Keep going, hon," Applejack purred, wiggling her hips into Thunderlane's face. He pushed his muzzle harder into her, lathering her asshole with his tongue. Moving to the next step of his rimjob, he pushed his tongue into her, spreading her hole around its spit-soaked tip.
Taking his hands off her ass, he grabbed her thighs, giving himself leverage to push deeper into her hole. Applejack yelped, "Whoa, Nelly!" her legs wobbling as he tongued her.
Doubling the fun, Thunderlane snaked one hand to her pussy, exploring her pubic mound with his fingers, running them through her pubes. She's ticklish down there, he noted as she giggled, his fingertips stroking her. Deciding it was time to get serious about making her cum, he moved his fingers to her pussy, sinking one of them into her wet hole.
Her voice broke, "That's...Oh yeah, more! More!" He obliged, adding another finger. Leaning against the wall, she crooned louder, "Mooore!" Thunderlane added another digit, pumping three fingers into her.
It didn't take long after that for Applejack to cum. Reaching back, she grabbed his head and shoved it against her ass, roaring, "Oh, fuck, FUCK!" as she came, every muscle in her body going taught. She leaned back, practically cramming his muzzle into her ass. Clenching her buttocks and asshole, Thunderlane's muzzle and tongue felt like they were trapped in a vise.
Applejack stomped a foot on the ground spasmodically, her thigh muscles twitching as she came from the double-team of fingering and ass-eating. Eventually, Applejack released Thunderlane's head, both of them panting and sweating.
Shucking her pants off the rest of the way, she sank to her knees next to Thunderlane. "Ain't never had anypony eat my ass before, but I can see myself gettin' used to it." She dabbed some sweat from her brow with her collar. "One good turn deserves another. Sit down and let me take care of that," she offered, gesturing at the growing tent in his pants.
Thunderlane sat down as Applejack clambered over to him. "I've been told I give great head, so y'all are in fer a treat," she happily explained as she took off his shirt. Once his chest was bare, she ran her hands over his chest, admiring his muscles.
"Whew," she whistled, "I'm gonna eat you up." Honest about her intentions as ever, Applejack worked his pants down his legs and tugged down the waistband on his boxers.
Freed from its confines, Thunderlane's cock swung up, nearly knocking off Applejack's hat. Angling his shaft towards her mouth, Thunderlane guided her head closer. Planting her hands on the ground on either side of his body, Applejack wrapped her lips around his cockhead and bobbed forward, taking his shaft to the halfway point. Tilting her head side to side, she swabbed the back of her mouth with his meat before pulling back so just the head was in her mouth, running her tongue along the underside of his shaft. When his tip was at the front of her mouth, she teased his cumslit with her tongue, flicking her tongue up before taking his cock back into her mouth.
Applejack repeated the move, Thunderlane's hand resting on her head the whole time. As she bobbed up from his shaft, she found her movement halted as the hand held her head in place.
"Applejack," Thunderlane grunted, "D-deeper?" Applejack nodded as well as she could in her current predicament, angling her jaw and throat to better take the incoming plunge.
Thunderlane lifted his hips towards Applejack's muzzle as he pushed her down his cock, groaning as his medial ring slipped through her pretty lips. Her throat bulged as she took his cock, her eyes screwing shut from the effort. He pushed in more...more...until he was all the way in.
Thunderlane moaned as he bottomed out in her throat, his cock gushing precum straight down her gullet. He stroked her hair, moaning, "Fucking Tartarus, A.J., your throat is so warm." Applejack answered by looking up at him, giving him a wink as she rubbed her nose into his pubes, flooding her sinuses with his scent.
Unable to hold any longer, Applejack pulled back, a frothy mix of spit and pre slicking Thunderlane's rod. As his cock cleared her lips, she coughed and gasped, catching her breath. "Told you I gave great head, didn't I?" She winked as she bent down to kiss his thigh before getting right back to bobbing her head up and down his member.
Thunderlane was getting close to cumming. As much as he wanted to paint Applejack's face with his jizz, he had a better idea as he watched Applejack's butt from over her shoulders as she blew him. Pulling her up off of his cock, he looked into her eyes. He asked, "A.J., can I finish in your ass?"
Applejack paused. "Ain't never had a cock back there," she considered. "At least, not one that wasn't plastic." She mulled it over for a few seconds before looking off to the side, mumbling, "Just...be gentle, 'kay?"
Thunderlane beamed, exclaiming, "Really? Awesome!" Applejack couldn't help but chuckle, her nervousness broken by his boyish enthusiasm. When he tried to get up, however, she pushed him back down.
"Whoa! Not so fast there, big boy. If I'm takin' you fer a rodeo ride, I'm on top." She turned around, swinging a leg over him so she was straddling him. Her knees bent, her ass was positioned tantalizingly over his hips. She lowered herself a few inches so that his cock, glossy with spit and pre, rested between her buns, her tail lightly brushing his abs.
Reaching one hand behind her, Applejack tried to align his cock with her asshole. Fumbling and nervous about her first anal fuck, she tried and failed to put him inside her, merely smearing her hole with his pre. "Dang thing -- this is tougher than it looks in pornos," she cursed.
"Here, let me," Thunderlane said as he held his prick, prodding it against Applejack's asshole. With a slow, gentle push, he popped the blunt tip past her tight ring, forcing a high whine from the back of her throat. "It's okay, I've got you," he soothed her, stroking the small of her back as she steadied herself, taking deep breaths.
Applejack tried moving her hips, grunting whenever she sank down an inch, gasping when she rose and his member tugged at her asshole as it withdrew. Thunderlane loved every moment; He had been fantasizing about this all week long. It was a dream come true, watching Applejack, one of the hottest mares in Ponyville -- an Element of Harmony, for pony's sake -- bounce on his cock.
Thunderlane gave a playful smack to her rear, watching the cheek shake and rebound from his blow. Applejack snorted, teasing him, "You call...unh...that a...mmh...spankin'?"
Swatting harder on the other cheek, Thundelane felt her asshole tighten reflexively as she grunted. That oughtta get her going, he thought.
Instead, Applejack halted her pace, calling over her shoulder, "You gonna keep givin' me those little love taps, or are you gonna give me a real spankin'?"
A smile curled on Thunderlane's lips. Oh, it's ON. If she wanted a spanking, he'd show her what a Wonderbolt was capable of. He wound one hand back and, with a crack like a thunderclap, spanked her.
Applejack squealed from the impact of the mach-speed blow, her clenching tunnel milking Thunderlane's cock. The imprint of his hand was clear on her rump, an apple-red mark on her buttock. Worried, he asked, "Um, A.J., you doing okay?"
She turned around, smiling. "You kiddin'? When yer done with me, I'm gonna be walkin' bow-legged fer a week." Reaching down, she gave his balls an appreciative fondle. She took him down to his medial ring, pulled back up until his tip was barely inside her, and plunged back down. "Best dickin' I've had in years! Now, buck those hips!"
Thunderlane complied, bucking his hips up as she swung her ass down. When his ring mashed against her anal entrance he sat up and seized her hips. Panting in heavy breaths, Applejack groaned, "Ooh..." as he pressed harder against her pucker. With a gentle tug down on her hips, he slid the ring inside of her. Applejack's whine jumped an octave or two, shifting to a debauched squeal, "Ooh-EEK!" Whipping her hat off and waving it over her head, she whooped, "Hoo-wee! Ride 'em, cow-pony! Buck me!"
Thunderlane knew he was close. Burying his face in her hair, he hilted himself in Applejack's rear. Her cheeks clapping against his lap, he felt himself fly over the edge into his climax, his balls practically lurching as they pumped cum up through his shaft.
As ropes of cum flooded her guts, Applejack laughed with delight, "Oh...oh, sugar! Oh, it's so warm! Fill me up, babe," grinding her hips into his lap. Thunderlane was more than happy to oblige, wrapping his arms around her waist, hugging her as he filled her with his creamy load. His hips jumped up every few seconds as a spurt of seed pumped into her.
Once his cock settled down, Thunderlane pulled his already softening member from Applejack's hole. The anal pounding she had endured left her butt just a little bit loose, a thin trail of alabaster jizz leaking from the hole. Besides that, her ass was now covered with sweat, pre, and his own spit.
Thunderlane helped Applejack clean the sticky mess with a rag from the shelf after moistening it under the spigot. Rinsing the rag again, he wiped the sweat, spit, and cum from his own groin, and they both tugged their clothes back on.
Applejack planted her hat back onto her head as she stood. There was a wobble to her step. She'd probably be sore for a while. It was damn lucky they had waited until the harvest was over; He did not relish the thought of having to explain to Granny Smith that he had ass-fucked her granddaughter out of commission. Applejack asked him, "So, sugar-cube, was that everythin' you reckoned it would be?"
"It was better than I could've hoped," he replied. It really had been. The daydreams about plowing Applejack's rear had been a nice fantasy, but knowing that she had been sizing him up all the while too made the whole experience strangely comforting. Now that their time working together was over, he didn't want to let her go just yet.
"I should hustle my buns back to the house before anypony gets back from the shindig," Applejack explained. "I don't want to have to explained why I'm all spunked up." It was a good call. Wiped down or not, anypony who saw either of them would know they had been fucking. They were sweaty, out of breath, and most damning, they reeked of sex. She started to excuse herself.
"Uh, before you go..."
"Yeah?" Applejack turned back to Thunderlane, waiting for his request.
"Can I see your tits?"
"What?" Applejack chuckled good-naturedly. "You wanna see my girls?"
"I mean," Thunderlane explained, "We did all that stuff, but you never took your shirt off. Like, I'm a butts-over-boobs guy any day of the week. Nothing trumps the rump -- that's a given -- but you've also got a nice set of tits...and...um," he shrugged, "Can I see them?" Smooth move, Blunder-lane, he thought to himself. You're acting like a total dork. What in Tartarus is going on with you?
Applejack smiled proudly. "Of course you can look at 'em!" Walking back over to Thunderlane, she lifted her shirt and bra up to her shoulders, letting her tits drop free. "You can touch 'em too if you want," she offered, bouncing her chest to drive the point home.
He wasn't going to say no to that. He handled her modest breasts with gusto, exploring them thoroughly. He had never played with a mare's tits after busting in her ass; It was like he had messed the order up, putting sex before foreplay. It still felt great, though.
"You about done with my girls, Thunderlane?" Applejack asked as he palmed her tits. Thunderlane kept grabbing. "Just a bit more..." Leaning down, he rested his head on her chest. He could hear her heartbeat quicken.
"Um...Thunderlane?" He looked up, seeing that Applejack wore a nervous expression. "I...I had a real good time with you. Not just tonight, I mean. All week. If you want to help out next season," she blushed, "I might have a spot for you."
Thunderlane rose back up. "Y-yeah! That'd be great!" Without thinking, he added, "Can I see you before then?"
Applejack's eyes widened. "You mean, like a date?"
Thunderlane gulped. "I guess...yeah. Like a date."
A smile beamed on Applejack's freckled face, "I've got a busy day tomorrow gettin' ready to sell all the apples we just picked. If you want, you can come over fer breakfast and then tag along while I run errands in town."
"Alright, bronco, you've had enough excitement fer one night." Thunderlane realized he was still squeezing Applejack's tits. He drew his hands back as she tucked them back into her bra and pulled her shirt back down. "I really gotta get back to the house now." She dashed out of the shed before turning around and blowing a kiss. "See you tomorrow!"
As Thunderlane flew home, he noticed Rainbow Dash resting on a cloud above the orchard. Dipping down, he lowered his altitude level to her, landing next to her. She was snoring loudly, one hand scratching her belly as she slept.
"Dash?" Thunderlane asked, nudging her shoulder. "Dash? You can't spend all night out here, you'll get sick."
Rainbow Dash snorted, rousing from her sleep. "Wha...Thunderlane? What...what are you doing in my..." Rainbow Dash groggily looked around, "Aw crap, I fell asleep outside again, didn't I?" Dash got up and fluttered off the cloud. "It's the cloud's fault; These things are way too comfy."
Rainbow Dash nudged Thunderlane in the ribs. "So, did you and A.J., you know...?" She trailed off, but her question was clear as she poked her index finger in and out of a hole she formed with her other hand.
Thunderlane rolled his eyes. "I don't kiss and tell. Let's just say I'm very glad that you ended up betraying my secret."
Rainbow Dash beamed. "That's me! Element of Loyalty - I ratted on you, but it ended up helping you and A.J., so it balances out to being a good friend...I think. I dunno, friendship-algebra is more of Twilight's thing."
Rainbow zipped in front of Thunderlane as they flew, gaining altitude. After a few seconds of silence, she looked over her shoulder, "Huh, that's weird..."
Thunderlane perked up. "What's weird?"
"For once, you're flying behind me and not staring at my ass!"
Thunderlane shook his head. "No ma'am, from now on there's only one ass for me. These eyes are for Applejack's ass only. And, uh, for Applejack too."
Rainbow responded, "Aww, that's kind of sweet."
"Thanks. You know, I--"
"Or it would be if you weren't talking about butts."
Author's Note
Dear god, this was supposed to be SHORTER than my last clop-fic. Still, I'm happy with how it turned out, and hope y'all do to. Got another story in the pipeline already. Happy clopping!
