Fallow

by PlacidPinkie

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Twilight Sparkle, Applejack, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance
Length: 4533

Twilight wants to take her relationship with Applejack to the next level. Sexual tension abound

At first the gentle kisses and longing gazes were enough. But as the days turned to weeks, the desires within Twilight swelled. Now she wants to go all out and prove that their love is real and passionate.

If only she could make herself go through with these urges...

Published 2012-08-25 18:14:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-08-25 18:14:01 UTC

Chapter One

Fallow

A PlacidPinkie Fic

Chapter One

Up above Twilight Sparkle’s head, the moon waned. Normally, she would have saved the forthcoming events for a fuller moon, but even her organized mind couldn’t schedule love. It simply came and went as it pleased. It was the one thing she allowed to do such spastic, unorganized, villainous things.

Apple trees towered around her, casting spooky shadows that, on a normal night, would send her running. Not tonight, though. Tonight they made a chill run up her spine and beads of sweat form near her brow, not out of cold fear but out of exhilaration. With each step her heart beat a little faster and her knees began to shake ever so slightly. The cultivated soil was soft beneath her hooves. Just as soft as...

No! Bad mind! Don’t go there! She paused and stared at the hill before her.Not yet, at least.

She continued moving forward. The moon rose higher, the air grew brisker, and her body grew hotter. Her hooves touched fallow ground, and the excitement almost became too much to bear. Calm down, Twilight, she thought. Don’t want to release everything before you even begin. Remember what books said about waiting time between ejac— She cut the thought off, ashamed with herself for even thinking such crude things.

“You’re better than that,” one side of her brain scolded.

“Cut the ethical crap. Everypony needs to let loose every once in awhile,” protested the other.

Twilight tried her best to ignore them both, and kept moving her hooves forward. Still they reverberated—a faint cry of doubt, a distant moan of ecstasy.

Walking became more arduous as the hill steepened. There was an easier way up it, a winding dirt path that was as gentle on her hooves as a leisurely stroll through Canterlot Gardens. But she didn’t want to take the easy route. Nay, Twilight Sparkle wanted to crest the hill breathing heavily, mane plastered against her head and legs burning. That was the state she had been in during their first midnight rendezvous, and she wasn’t going to change it in the slightest.

”What if the reason she fell in love with me—the reason she still loves me—was because of the way I looked that night?” she would ask herself, usually on nights when the moon was hidden behind the clouds and a cold wind blew through the library. It was a silly thought, but she couldn’t help but wonder.

The tree’s shadow was falling over her. Not just any tree. The tree. It wasn’t the tallest or widest tree in Sweet Apple Acres, and according to Applejack it wasn’t the oldest either. Despite this, it was certainly the most memorable tree. It grew in isolation, alone atop the tallest peak in the orchard. Because of this it stuck out like blood on snow, and because of this whenever anypony was asked where Sweet Apple Acres was, they would respond, “Look for the apple tree on the hill.” They could answer “look for the apple trees” and get the point across just as well, but most ponies were used to the nearly endless orchards. They didn’t even register on a citizen of Ponyville’s mind. However, the hill was always remembered.

Especially by Twilight Sparkle.

She reached the top exactly as she had hoped, panting and perspiring. She leaned against the sturdy trunk of the apple tree to rest her weary legs and catch her breath. It didn’t take her long to cool down; a breeze was always blowing through the hill, no matter the season or time of day. For a second she asked herself about the anomaly—is it normal for such regular breezes to blow through here? Is Sweet Apple Acres situated directly in an air current? If so, could that be the secret behind their ability to cultivate such delectable apples?

She tossed the thought to the curb almost as soon as it had registered. Now wasn’t the time to hypothesize and question. Now was a time for love, pure and simple. Now was a time for Applejack.

Where is she anyway?

Twilight looked around the hill, the base of the tree, and even in the tree. There was no signs of Applejack anywhere. Twilight began to worry.

She did say ‘tonight’ right? She did, I remember, I took a note. Well, she did say twelve, but... she asked me that at ten this morning! Oh no, what if she meant twelve as in noon?! What if I missed her? What if I hurt her? Nonononono, she probably hates me now! Her eyes grew wide and wet. She might even want to break up with me...

“SURPRI—!”

Twilight’s screech drowned out the rest of the word. Something coiled around her neck, and she jerked away, blindly swatting at it with a hoof, screaming all the way. Then they pounced on her and wrapped around her neck once more, tighter and inescapable. Twilight wondered if this was how she would die. I didn’t even get to finish my research on the growth rate of algae in tap water versus pond water. The thought struck her as tragic for some reason.

She became aware of a noise in her ear, coupled with gentle, warm breaths. Twilight knew who it was before she had spoken a word.

“Geez, Twi’. ‘S only me,” Applejack chuckled. “Ain’t that scary, am I?”

Twilight lightly pushed out of Applejack’s hug. “When you sneak up on me, yell in my ear, and grab me, yes. Yes, you are,” she groused.

Applejack laughed and scooped up her trademark stetson from the ground nearby. Twilight both loathed and loved Applejack’s laugh. It was deep and boarded on ear grating, and was usually only truly heard after Twilight had done something to embarrass herself. But at the same time, it was the cutest, most genuine laughter Twilight had ever heard. Dare she say it was enthralling? It definitely ignited something, there was no doubt about that.

Twilight had lifted herself back into a normal sitting position by the time Applejack’s chortling ceased. She took a seat behind her, placed a foreleg on her shoulder, and looked her directly in the eyes.

“Look, I’m sorry, Twi.” Even in the dark of night, Twilight could see the earnestness in her emerald eyes, effulgent and entrancing. “I jus’ thought I’d have a little bit’a fun tonight, ya know?” Twilight’s hopes shot upward with the mention of ‘fun’ but quickly fell back to earth as Applejack continued, “Guess hangin’ ‘round RD an’ Pinkie has given me a bit of a prankster side myself.” She paused and for a few minutes the only sound was the ever-blowing breeze. “I’m sorry,” Applejack repeated.

Twilight looked at her and smiled. "It's all right, Applejack," she said. "I overreacted. I should have taken it better."

Applejack said nothing, choosing instead to kiss Twilight on the cheek. It was a gentle kiss—the kind a character in a foal's book receives from their grade school school crush after giving them a box of chocolate or cheesy card for Hearts and Hooves Day. It was little more than a peck, but it still sent a wave of heat up Twilight's face. Applejack gave a quick, soft laugh. Twilight guessed that, despite the opaque world around her, the blush was shining like a lit hearth.

"I brought somethin'," Applejack said after a moment's silence. She reached into a saddlebag leaning against the tree and pulled out a stout bottle. Twilight looked at it quizzically.

"Whisky?" she asked, not sounding at all pleased by the idea.

"Nah, silly. Ain't gettin' that out 'til winter. Really warms the bones."

So does a fireplace, and they aren't going to tarnish your liver, Twilight thought.

"No," Applejack continued, "this 'ere is cider." She paused to shake the bottle. It sloshed around, echoing across the serene hill. The sound rung in Twilight's ears like a chorus of angels and her mouth began to water. "First bottle of the season, too. And it's just for you an' me," Applejack finished. Twilight could see the moonlight reflecting off Applejack's broad grin.

"Are you sure this is all right?" Twilight asked. "I mean, you won't get in trouble for this, will you?"

Applejack scoffed. "Really, Twi? In trouble? I ain't a student at a university or nothin'. I didn't even empty the whole barrel and corked it up nice and good."

"And what will you tell Rainbow or any other pony when you don't have enough for everypony this year?"

"I'll tell 'em it went towards a better purpose," Applejack said, draping a foreleg over Twilight's back. "Now, whaddaya say? Let's crack the open."

"Let's," Twilight replied, trying to ignore the pressure building in her chest.

"Lemme tell ya, Twilight," Applejack said between sips. "There ain't notin' better than this."

"Better than what?" Twilight asked. She was pretty sure she knew what Applejack meant, but she always loved hearing Applejack explain things in her own Applejack way. Words just seemed realer when they were said with that accent. And then there were the sayings: "Quicker than a jackrabbit on a hot tin roof." "Happier than a dog in a tennis ball factory." "Madder than a bull in a vat of ketchup." The list went on and on, and Twilight could never get enough of them.

Applejack laughed. "All this." She lifted her forelegs out to the side, spilling some cider on Twilight's lap. Twilight didn't mind; she had already spilt quite a bit herself. "This scenery," Applejack continued, "these trees, this breeze, the smell of apples and leaves." She paused and turned to look Twilight directly in the eye. "You."

"Since when did you become so soft?" Twilight said. "Never thought I'd live to see the mighty Applejack turn into a greeting card."

"Pardon?"

"Just a metaphor, Applejack. A joke. I don't think you'd understand."

"You sayin' I'm dumb?" Applejack's tone was surprisingly light-hearted for such a question.

An idea sparked in Twilight's mind. A malevolent grin curled up her cheeks. "Yes," she said.

"Really now..." Applejack drifted off. "Can't argue with that." And that was the end of that...

... for Applejack at least. Twilight still wasn't satisfied. "Seriously?" she said flatly.

"What?" Applejack replied.

"I just called you dumb, and you didn't even get mad!"

"I knew you was just kiddin' 'round," Applejack said.

"That's true," Twilight stammered, "b-but what if I wasn't!"

"Then you'd be tellin' the truth."

"Oh, come on, AJ. I know you're smart." She paused. "Smarter than you let on, that's for sure."

"Whatever ya say, Twi," Applejack said before taking another swig of cider. They'd already downed half the bottle. It wasn't as hard as it was during the peak of cider season, but Twilight didn't mind. She hadn't come out here to get wasted on cider, she had come here for Applejack. To spend time together, away from everypony else, as friends and as lovers.

The silence had returned. Rather than trying to spark up a conversation, Twilight chose to use the time for more personal means. She leaned back against the tree, making sure her shoulder was just barely brushing Applejack's ponytailed mane, took a sip from the bottle, and thought. She tried to think of how it had all began—how they had fallen for each other, when it had happened—but the memory escaped her and seemed pointless. What did the past matter now? She was here, beside the mare she loved, as happy as she had ever been. Wasn't that enough?

No. No it wasn't

All at once the desires and heat came rushing back to her, like buzzards descending upon a carcass. She felt sweat starting to sneak out of her pores and down her brow. She wanted to fight it, but at the same time it was all she wanted. Her heart thumped against her chest like the needle of a sewing machine, stitching together thoughts, urges, and fantasies, combining them to form one gorgeous daydream. She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and let herself fall into the reverie.

It would go like this...

The bottle would be between them, sitting on the grass. They would reach for it at the same time. Their hooves would miss the bottle and land on each other. For a second, maybe a couple more, they would sit there. Frozen. Neither hoof moved towards or away.

Then, inch by inch, their heads would turn in perfect synchronization. Twilight's eyes would rest on Applejack's, half-lidded and aflame with a craving. She would know what she wanted. A heat would course through her, from hoof to mane. Her primal side would tear at the bars of its cage, and she would lick her lips; subtle but very hard to miss.

At first, Applejack would look surprised, maybe even pull her hoof back a few millimeters before Twilight jerked it back even closer. Then her lids would droop as well. Silence would fill the air and the breeze would grow still. The calm before the storm.

And suddenly, Applejack would be on top of Twilight, mouth shoved against hers. They would both open and let their respective tongues in. Maybe a brief peek, maybe a prolonged stay. Their tongues would dance in various ways, from a fast-paced tango to a slow waltz. Applejack would unsurprisingly taste like apples, and maybe a bit more. There would be the seasoning of a spring morning, hints of morning dew. There would be a strength to Applejack's tongue. She would poke and caress Twilight's, and Twilight would try to keep up, until both of their chests were tight and empty.

Applejack would lift her head and look down at Twilight. Both of them would be gasping and sweating heavily. The vapor trailing off their hot breaths would briefly appear, illuminated by the moonlight, before dissipating like spirits into the night sky.

Applejack's mane would have come untied at some point during their tussle, and blonde angelic strands would cover her shoulders, plastered against her face. Her stetson would be missing, knocked off during the throes of passion.

Twilight's mane would be a disheveled mess. Applejack would smile and brush it lightly with one hoof. Twilight would return the smile. They would both notice at once a strand of drool bridging the gap between their muzzles. They would flush in embarrassment, despite that fact that it was the least embarrassing thing about their far-too-brief makeout session. Applejack would be the one to reach up to wipe it away. That was when Twilight would make her move.

Before Applejack even knew what was happening, Twilight would thrust her muzzle into hers. She would shoot a quick burst of magic, coloring Applejack's shocked eyes violet for a split second, and the earth pony woud be on her back in an instant.

Twilight Sparkle would straddle her, their lips locking and tongues exploring each other's mouths once more. At this moment, Twilight's hooves would be firmly planted on the soil. Slowly, she would bring them up and start exploring her marefriend's body.

She would start with her chest, tracing circles in the orange fur. It wouldn't be anywhere near as enthralling as what was to come, but it would be an appropriate teaser. Applejack would giggle slightly, tongue still intwined with Twilight's. Twilight would giggle a bit herself. In all her years she would have never guessed that Applejack was ticklish. Then again, she never would have guessed she would be making out with Applejack in the shadow of an apple tree at any point in her life, yet here she was.

She would rub her hoof in a circular pattern around Applejack's chest a few more times. Maybe stopping briefly or lifting her hoof slightly. Maybe she would even pull her tongue back into her own mouth and move her head back a little. Anything to lure Applejack into a false sense of security.

Applejack would mumble something, and Twilight would feel an impish grin tug at her lips. A heat would radiate in her chest and loins. And then, like a leopard, she would strike, viciously and gracefully.

She would go low first, hooves shooting directly to Applejack's hind legs. Her snout would press harder against Applejack's, and Applejack would sputter and moan. However, her kisses would only become more and more prurient. Applejack would lift her forelegs and start rubbing Twilight's back. Though the unicorn would be in control, Applejack would still feel the same desires: the desires to touch and love and explore every inch of her lover's body.

Slowly, Twilight would move her hooves up Applejack's legs, feeling the strong muscles toned by years of labor around the farm. A desire for her head to be wedged between them, being squeezed like a lemon, and lapping up the juices would briefly enter her mind. It would strike her as peculiar and vulgar. But then she would remember that love made ponies want things that would normally be deemed insane. And she was a little bit crazy in her 'normal' state anyways.

She would trace every inch of Applejack's gorgeous legs, then her hooves would curve around to her taut haunches. Applejack's haunches would be even firmer than her legs, feeling like two furry boulders laying in Twilight's hooves. And Twilight would love the feeling more than even her most beloved tomes. By now, Applejack would be moaning constantly, her accent sneaking through with each deep exhale.

By now, both of them would be feeling a little bit tired. Maybe from the kissing, maybe from something else entirely. It wouldn't matter much in the end. All that Twilight would know was that it was the time to strike.

She would pull back from Applejack and look her in the eyes once more. No smile would grace either of their lips; they would be too busy gasping for air to worry about the shape of their mouths. But their eyes would speak volumes. Twinkling in a way that rivaled the brightest of stars. Majestic. At that point, Twilight might smile for a split second, or she might just leave it be and go straight for the payload. Either way, they would be cresting the hill.

Using strength she didn't know she possessed, Twilight would open Applejack's legs. Then her lips would separate from Applejack's and move to a far more foreign and far more alluring pair. Nestled between Applejack's legs would be a blossom more resplendent than the ones that filled the trees in the summer. Twilight would lean in close and breathe quick hot breaths. The blossom would twist in the breeze, wet and with a mysterious aura. Twilight would want nothing more than to enter. She would stay there for minutes, hours, taking in the scent and sight and beauty. And then, right when it seemed like she was about to chicken out, she would dive in.

Even in her dreams, Twilight would be awkward at this moment. She would go in too hard, her snout practically ramming into Applejack's nether region. Applejack would give a legitimate grunt, but there would still be that brief moan that told Twilight she hadn't royally screwed things up. A laugh might escape her throat or it might not.

Then she would go in as if it were an experiment. Slow and steady. She would lick the slit gingerly at first to get the idea. It would taste salty and wild and... for some reason there would be the faintest hint of apples in there, even though the books never mentioned such a flavor. Still, she wasn't going to complain. The mere taste of Applejack's tender lips would cause a wave of heat and moisture to build-up around her own marehood. Applejack would feel this heat as well, maybe feel a few drops of Twilight's essence dripping onto her hoof.

Whatever the trigger, Applejack would take back a little bit of control. She would slowly rotate her body. Twilight's lower body would lift as Applejack's muzzle pressed up against it. Applejack would kiss around Twilight's inner thigh, maybe licking or biting. Either way, Twilight would nearly explode right then and there, but she would stand her ground, licking and kissing harder and quicker. Applejack would whinny just slightly. Twilight would grow even hotter.

Soon Twilight would feel a warm wind against her own damp slit. Just the feeling would incite a moan from the unicorn and distract her from her own work. Applejack would laugh and start to kiss and lick. Applejack's tongue would be more relentless than Twilight's. It would move up and down the slit, pushing deeper into her lips, then slowly retreat.

Over and over, Applejack's tongue would trace Twilight's lips, and the pressure within Twilight would grow. Desperate to stay ahead, she would start to kiss Applejack's lips as erotically as she could. She would think back to the books. What had they said would be the best way to incite an orgasm? Were the kisses gentle or hard? Did she immediately go for the nub or play around, lightly brushing it on occasion, until just the right moment, when a single flick of her tongue would burst the dam? Amidst her questioning, Twilight would pull back just a bit.

And then, just like that, it would happen. Applejack's legs would squeeze together, trapping Twilight's head between her thighs. Then, Applejack's tongue would make one final trace, licking Twilight's slit but not prodding at it; she would merely run her tongue around the outer edges of her lips. Then, she would pause. Hot breaths would tickle Twilight's nub and the pressure valve would blink red. And then Applejack's tongue would touch Twilight's nub.

It would only take two licks.

Twilight would moan louder than thunder and release her passion en masse. She would pass out with a smile on her face. The last thing she would be aware of would be the sweet smell and desirable heat radiating off of Applejack.

That was how it would go because that was how Twilight wanted it to go.

That was what Twilight wanted.

Twilight's eyes shot open, then closed tight when the blinding sunlight hit them. She whined and rubbed them with her hooves, trying her best to ignore Applejack's distant guffaws. For a marefriend, Applejack certainly took pleasure in Twilight's misfortune. Fetish, perhaps? Twilight made a mental note to investigate it further.

She became aware that her haunches were no longer being tickled by grass, nor was her back against the rough bark of the apple tree. Hesitantly, she fluttered her eyes open. Instead of blue sky or green eyes, she came face to face with wooden boards. She slowly rose herself up into a sitting position, a tirade of squeaks ringing out with each movement. Well... this is interesting, she thought as her bearings returned to her.

She had been in Applejack's room two times before. Once right after their first kiss, and once during an impromptu sleepover with the girls. That had been an interesting night. They were all sleeping in the barn—the hayloft to be more specific. Sometime around midnight, Applejack had tapped Twilight on the shoulder and asked her to follow her. They had been dating for three weeks at that point. This being the case, Twilight had followed with a nervous smile on her face.

They'd snuck into her house and up the stairs. Once they had entered the bedroom, the heat had come full-blast. It was the first time Twilight had truly felt it; certainly not the last. However Applejack's reasons were far more simple and innocent. She asked Twilight to lay down beside her in bed. Twilight obliged, getting under the quilt and moving in close, their chests touching and their forelegs wrapped around each other's necks. Twilight asked Applejack why she had wanted to do this. Looking back, it was a silly question with an obvious answer, but at the time it had seemed relevant.

Applejack answered that she simply had wanted to be with Twilight that night—hold her close and fall asleep in her grasp. Then Applejack had hugged her close and kissed her on the snout, and they both fell into a deep slumber. They had awoken to the smell of pancakes.

Twilight sniffed the air. The smell of apples and dough drifted through the air. Deja vu...

Just then, Applejack appeared in the doorway. Her hat was on her head, but her mane hung loose. Twilight loved it when Applejack wore her mane down; she doubted Applejack realized just how attractive her mane was. Long and flowing, like the finest of silks. Twilight smiled and Applejack smiled back. Simple gestures with simple meanings, yet meaning the world to each.

"Ya fell asleep," Applejack said, answering Twilight's unasked question. "I carried ya back here. Want some pancakes?"

Twilight giggled. Straight to business as always. "Definitely. I'm famished."

"Well, ya better hurry up. Big Mac'll be awake any minute now, and once he gets hold of them pancakes..." Applejack drifted off, miming a pony eating a hundred pancakes at once.

"Message received," Twilight said, stretching her forelegs over her head. "I'll be down in a minute."

"Alrighty." Applejack turned and made her way towards the stairs.

Twilight watched Applejack walk away. Rather, she watched Applejack's haunches sway with each step, muscles tensing and loosening with each step, her hips swinging in a surprisingly feminine way. Twilight had a feeling that Applejack knew that this turned her on, and was walking in such an alluring way entirely on purpose. Heat coursed through Twilight's veins.

Groaning, Twilight fell back onto the pillow and placed her hooves against her temples, massaging them in hopes that it would clear her mind. She wanted Applejack. She wanted her mane, she wanted her lips, she wanted her chest, she wanted her legs, she wanted her tail, she wanted her haunches, she wanted her clit. She wanted every inch of the mare's amazing body. But most of all, more important than anything aesthetic, she wanted her love.

And she was a little bit confused about the whole love thing currently.

The desires were there, but she couldn't act on them. What if she pushed Applejack too far?

What if she pushed her away?

She couldn't risk that. What they had was special, and she didn't want it to end over something as silly as sexual urges.

But, still...

Her horn illuminated and the door shut quietly. Then, with the delicacy of an artist, she locked the latch.

She reached under the covers, her hoof making its way to her warm slit.

She closed her eyes and pictured Applejack bucking apple trees. Her muscles tensing and shining in the autumn sun. Those legs, strong yet shapely, stretched out behind her. Her haunches tensed. Apples rained down around her. She picked one up in her mouth, walked over to Twilight, and placed it in hers. They chewed and chewed, eyes locked. They chewed until it down to its core. Then, their mouths opened wide and locked together, the core of the apple tickling the back of each mare's throat.

Twilight began to rub.