Author's Note

Chapter contains: Human/Humanized, Incest, Unrealistic Anatomy, (Nursing) Handjob, Boobjob/Titfuck

Practice

“Seriously, Anon?” said Applejack in an annoyed tone. “Again?” She walked over to the back wall of the barn, where there were several barrels of apples lined up and ready for loading.

“C’mon, Applejack. Please?” I said as I followed her. “I’ll be quick, I swear!” The two of us grabbed hold of the next barrel and gently tipped it on its side.

“It’s the middle of the day!” she said. “Someone’ll see us!” Together, she and I rolled the barrel toward the cart sitting in the middle of the barn.

“Mom’s in town shoppin’, Granny’s takin’ her afternoon nap, and Apple Bloom’s way out in the south field,” I said. “No one will notice.” We got the barrel to the cart and took up positions on either end of it. She and I took hold and lifted it up off the ground and placed it in the back of the cart, pushing it back against the others we had already loaded.

Applejack stepped back and sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “Alright, fine,” she said after a moment. “But we gotta get right back to it afterwards, you hear?”

“I know, I know,” I said.

Applejack looked away and cleared her throat. “Let’s, um...” she began, “let’s at least go up to the loft. That way, no one will see us if they come lookin’.” I followed Applejack as she led the way over to the ladder that led up to the barn’s hayloft. She started up the ladder first, allowing me to get a good look at her muscular butt as I followed behind her.

When we got up to the loft, Applejack walked over to a line of hay bales arranged against the wall, forming a sort of low bench. She sat down on the bales as I approached her. She was still looking away from me, blushing slightly. “Are you gonna wanna...touch them again?” she said.

“If you don’t mind,” I said.

Applejack sighed. “If it helps you get it done quicker,” she said, lifting her hands up to her shirt. As I sat down on her right, she undid the buttons of her shirt, one by one. I kept my eyes on her while my own hands moved to my belt and unbuckled it. When she finished unbuttoning her shirt, she slowly removed it and set it aside. She then reached behind her and unhooked her bra, sliding it off of herself but covering her breasts with her hands.

I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans before rotating in my seat, putting my legs up on the hay bales pointing away from her and slowly leaning back onto her thighs. I hooked my thumbs under both my jeans and underwear, pulling them down to my thighs and revealing my rock-hard member. I reached my right arm around her waist so it wouldn’t get in the way. I looked up at her expectantly, gazing past her large breasts to her blushing face.

Applejack sighed again and slowly removed her hands from her breasts, allowing them to hang loosely. I lifted my head up as she moved her left arm underneath it, supporting me in the crook of her elbow. With her right hand, she reached down to my crotch and began stroking my shaft. As the familiar pleasure began to flow through me, I lifted my head up and took the nipple of the breast my face was resting against in my mouth, licking and sucking on it. I pulled myself closer to her with my right arm, while I lifted my left arm up to her other breast and gently played with it.

As Applejack transitioned from the soft caress she had opened with into her normal pumping speed, I moaned into the soft flesh of her breast. Despite her obvious attempts to hide them, I could hear soft whimpers and moans come from her throat whenever I pinched or sucked her nipples with enough force. I buried my face fully into her breast, her strong arm keeping my neck from getting tired. I felt her nipples harden under the touch of my fingers and my tongue, making sure to give them both equal attention.

“I can’t believe you still wanna do this with me,” she said after a while. “I know I said I’d help you scratch your itch, but I thought you would’ve gotten over this by now. What is this, the tenth time?” Honestly, I had lost track myself. At first, it had only been every couple of days, which she had begrudgingly gone along with when I continued to pop boners in her presence. Eventually, it became once a day, where it had stayed until that moment. For some reason, Anon Jr. had been more energetic than usual that day.

“Not only that, but now you’re wantin’ to touch my breasts to boot,” she said. “I swear, I don’t know why you like them so much.” I had only asked her about bringing her breasts into the equation that morning, as she had relieved me in a secluded part of the orchard. She had been hesitant initially, but gave in when I pointed out that it wasn’t anything we hadn’t done before. I was starting to figure out just what to do to them to get her to respond in certain ways. For example, I had figured out that lightly blowing onto her wet nipple would make her shiver and moan, which I took the opportunity to do right then.

“You better be keepin’ up your end of the bargain,” she said when she recovered. “Have you found anyone you like yet?”

I paused my ministrations for a moment and pulled my face off of her breast. “Well...sort of,” I said. “It’s just...I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to approach them. I don’t have any experience with this sort of thing.”

“Anon, girls aren’t that complicated,” she said, looking down at me. “You just gotta be nice and respectful and tell ‘em your honest feelin’s.”

“Easier said than done,” I said.

She sighed. “Tell you what,” she said, “I’ll help you out.”

“How?” I said.

“Well, I am a girl, you know,” she said. “I could help you...practice; help you get better at talkin’ to girls. What do you say?”

I didn’t really want to do it. Deep down, I liked the way our relationship had changed over the past couple of weeks, and I would have kept it that way if I could. On the other hand, I had made a promise to her, and I was a man of my word. “Alright,” I said halfheartedly.

She smiled and nodded at me. “Now, let’s finish on up here,” she said. Her pumping, which had slowed a bit while we talked, suddenly picked back up dramatically. The sudden increase in stimulation made me moan reflexively, and I buried my face back into her breast. While Applejack was still a novice when it came to handling my package, she was a fast learner, and was beginning to figure out just how to touch me to get me to finish quickly.

I was helped along by the sound of the little squeaks and moans she made as I touched her in return. I redoubled my efforts, some primal part of me wanting to make her squeal as loudly as possible. On a more civilized level, I also wanted to make her feel good as thanks for all she was doing for me. I had considered asking her flat-out if she would want me to do for her what she was doing for me, but I realized that that conversation would probably have a ninety-nine percent chance of ending badly.

Applejack’s vigorous touch and the sexy noises coming out of her soon pushed my to the edge. “I’m close,” I breathed, pulling back from her nipple for a moment.

“C’mon, sugarcube,” she said in between heavy breaths. “Hurry up and finish. Hurry up and cum.” She began her final sprint, her pumping accelerating to maximum speed. I latched back onto her nipple and buried my face in the mountain of soft flesh. I squeezed her tight with my right arm, while I roughly massaged her other breast with my left hand. A few seconds later, I erupted onto the hay bales before me, moaning and grunting loudly into her breast as I did. She continued to pump as I came, milking out every drop I had to offer. I rode out the waves of ecstasy while clinging to her strong, but soft body.

When I had finished, and the euphoria had begun to die down, I pulled my head back to catch my breath. Applejack looked down at me with a comforting smile on her face while she gently caressed my sensitive member. “Feel better now?” she said.

“Yeah,” I said weakly, smiling back at her. I don’t know if it was the lingering hormones pumping through me or what, but staring up at her beautiful, kind, caring face filled me with an uncontrollable urge for something more. I removed my right hand from her hip and placed it on the hay bale to brace myself. I pushed myself up, placing my left hand on her face and leaning in to kiss her.

Before I could react, she quickly moved her right hand up and pressed her fingers against my lips. “Anon!” she said in a firm tone. The exclamation brought me back to reality, and I looked at her face once again, just a few inches in front of my own. Her warm expression had changed into one that was stern, but sympathetic. “We talked about this,” she said quietly.

We had indeed spoken about such things as kissing in a similar situation. Applejack had made it clear that, while she was willing to help me “scratch my itch”, she did not want to encourage my feelings for her. She was willing to help get me off, she was even willing to play pretend while she did it, but she had drawn the line when it came to engaging in such romantic acts as kissing. I slowly pulled my face back from hers, feeling disappointed, despite my foreknowledge of her unwillingness. “Sorry,” I said, looking away from her.

“It’s alright,” she said in a much friendlier tone. “As long as you understand.”

“Yeah,” I said, “I understand.”

I pulled my right arm back around her and leaned back up into a sitting position. I put my feet back on the ground and grabbed my jeans and underwear, pulling them back up as I stood. As I re-dressed, Applejack grabbed her bra and shirt that were laying nearby and put them back on again. Soon, we were back in our normal states, and ready to get back to work.

Applejack walked up behind me and gently placed her hand on my shoulder. “How about, when we’re done for the day, we head someplace private and we work on your sweet talkin’?” she said, a reassuring smile on her face.

“Sounds like a plan,” I said, trying to sound at least a little enthusiastic about it.

Applejack and I walked side by side through the trees, the late-afternoon sun shining down on us. We were headed for a secluded spot of the orchard, where we knew nobody would stumble on us unintentionally. Despite agreeing to come out here, I was still not in the best of spirits. While I enjoyed spending my free time with my sister whenever I got the chance, the circumstances of this particular outing filled me with melancholy. I had managed to skirt by so far with minimal progress on finding another love interest, but now I was being forced to make good on my promise.

We didn’t speak to each other as we walked; I knew why I was silent, but not her. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. Her eyes were downcast, and her expression seemed thoughtful, yet a bit trepidatious. She walked casually, yet slowly, as if she were in no hurry to get where we were going. I couldn’t help myself from glancing down at her chest as well, but even the sight of her jiggling breasts didn’t do much to cheer me up.

Eventually, we reached our destination: a small clearing nestled between a few short hills, which was an excellent spot to go to when one didn’t want to be seen or heard. She and I sat down in the shade of an old tree, facing one another. I was looking down at the ground, feeling too awkward to look her in the eye; she apparently felt the same way. We sat in silence for a minute, neither of us sure how to proceed. I started picking at the grass in front of me absentmindedly.

“So...” Applejack said eventually, “you said there were some women you were takin’ a fancy to?”

“Sort of,” I said. “I mean...there are lots of nice women in town. There’s lots of women that...could probably make a guy happy.”

“Were you...thinkin’ of anyone in particular?” she said.

“Well...one of the ones I was thinking about was that blonde girl who works at the post office,” I said.

“You mean Derpy? I know her,” she said happily, but unenthusiastically. “She’s a nice girl. Not the quickest whip at the rodeo, but she’s got a good heart in her. Lots of folks think she’s cute; I’m not surprised she caught your eye. Have you tried talkin’ to her?”

“No, not yet,” I said. “I don’t really know her that well. I’ve seen her around town a bunch, but I don’t think we’ve ever officially met.”

“Well, what’s stoppin’ you?” she said.

“I don’t know,” I said, shaking my head. “I saw her at the market the other day, and I considered goin’ up and talkin’ to her, but I didn’t know what to say.”

“You’re not normally a shy guy,” she said. “I’ve never seen you have trouble talkin’ to people before.”

“It’s not the same thing,” I said. “It’s different when you’re...when you’re tryin’ to make a good impression.”

“Well, let’s practice,” she said. “Pretend I’m some girl you think is cute. Well...some other girl, that is. What would you say?”

I looked up at her and saw her looking back at me, her cheeks slightly red. I thought for a moment, before taking a deep breath and making an attempt. “Hi, my name’s Anon,” I said, trying to sound cool and collected.

“Hello, Anon. My name’s Derpy,” she said, smiling at me. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” I said, smiling back at her. “So...I know this is a bit forward, but...I think you’re very cute. If you don’t mind, I’d like to take you out on a date. What do you say?”

Applejack blushed harder and looked away from me. “Well...you seem like a nice guy, Anon,” she said. “I...I guess I wouldn’t mind goin’ out with you.”

“How about tonight?” I said. “We could go get dinner together.”

“That sounds lovely,” she said. “I...I guess I’ll see you tonight then.”

“I’ll see you tonight,” I said. “Goodbye, Derpy.”

“Goodbye, Anon,” she said.

A moment of silence passed between us when we had finished. “Applejack, I don’t think this is gonna work,” I said flatly.

“W-What do you mean?” she said, looking back at me. “That went perfectly!”

“Exactly,” I said. “No one in history has ever gotten a date that easily.”

“Well, how would you know?” she said. “You haven’t even tried yet.”

“I may not have much experience with this sort of thing,” I said, “but I have met women before; I know what they’re like. Most women aren’t nearly as...straightforward as you are. Most women aren’t as honest about their feelin’s as you, Applejack.”

Applejack looked away again. “Well...maybe that’s...a little bit true,” she said. “But I’m not that different from other women.”

“But you are though,” I said. “You’re different from every other person I’ve ever met. There’s nobody I can talk to the way I can talk to you. When you’re around, I just feel...safe. I don’t have to worry about treadin’ on eggshells around you. I know that, no matter what I say, not matter what I do, you’ll still be there afterwards. You might get mad at me for a little while, but you always forgive me in the end. You’re the only person I can be completely honest around.”

As I spoke, she blushed intensely. “You...you’re exaggeratin’,” she said. “I’m not that special.”

“AJ,” I said, “I’m never goin’ to find another woman like you, not if I spend a thousand years lookin’. You’re the most noble, most trustworthy, and most caring person in the world. No one else even comes close.”

Applejack slowly pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around them, resting her chin on her knees. “You don’t want a woman like me,” she said quietly. “You’re a good guy; you deserve better. You deserve a woman you can be proud of.”

“I’d be the proudest man in Equestria if you and I were together,” I said. “I’d be even prouder than if I had Princess Celestia for a girlfriend.”

Applejack pulled her head in, resting her forehead on her knees and letting her wide hat hide her face. “Anon,” she said after a pause, “you’re right; this isn’t workin’ out. We’ll...have to try somethin’ else, ‘cause I can’t do this with you.”

I looked away from her. “Alright,” I said somberly. “Thanks for tryin’.”

“Why don’t you...head on back?” she said. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

“Okay,” I said, slowly rising to my feet. I walked around her and headed towards the path leading back home. I stopped when I had gotten a few steps away from her and turned around. “I’m sorry to put you through all this, AJ,” I said. “I really am.” When I got no response, I turned and resumed walking away. For a second, as I was leaving the clearing, I thought I could detect the faint sound of sobbing, before the wind picked up and drowned it out.

I closed the front door of the house behind me as I left and walked toward the fence surrounding the farm, where Applejack was waiting. She was leaning against the archway that opened out into the orchard, facing away from me. While I couldn’t see her face, her body language suggested that she was not in the best of spirits. When I got close, she noticed me approaching and turned her head slightly. “Ready to go?” she said, not even looking at me.

“Yep,” I said.

“Let’s get a move on then,” she said, standing up and walking away. I fell into place beside her, and together, we walked down the path that led to the road into town. We walked slowly, enjoying the bright, sunny day that Princess Celestia had blessed us with. An occasional breeze would blow through the orchard, not too warm, and not too cold. I could even hear birds chirping in the trees, filling the air with their sweet music. I suppose I couldn’t have asked for a better day to go on a practice date with my sister.

“So...” I said casually, “where are we headed?”

“I thought we’d start small,” said Applejack. “We’ll go get lunch at that little cafe by the hairdresser’s, and we’ll see how it goes from there. That’s probably the sort of thing you’ll be doin’ for the real thing, anyway.”

“Sounds good to me,” I said. By mutual agreement, she and I had put an end to the flirting practice. However, she had offered to help prepare me for what would come after the flirting, assuming I was actually successful in getting a date. We had chosen to wait until a day when we both got our chores done early to go on our first outing together. Luckily, such an opportunity had come around within just a few days.

We walked in silence, eventually reaching the road and turning towards town. I glanced over at Applejack beside me. She seemed fairly nonchalant, although I found her uncharacteristic quiet noteworthy. “Should we...hold hands?” I said to break the ice.

Applejack turned her head to look at me. “Hold hands?” she said, reacting as if I had suggested something unspeakable.

“Yeah,” I said. “That’s somethin’ people do on dates, isn’t it?”

“Well, yeah, but...” she said, blushing slightly, “w-we can’t go around holdin’ hands in public! Think of what folks would say!”

“We used to hold hands all the time,” I said.

She sighed and looked forward again. “We’re not kids anymore, Anon,” she said. “We can’t, even if it is just pretend. You should save that sort of stuff for someone you really like.”

“I really like you,” I said matter-of-factly.

“You know what I mean,” she said.

I dropped the issue and we continued walking in silence. Just a few short minutes later, we rounded a curve in the road and saw the town of Ponyville through the trees. As we went further along, the trees around us grew sparser and sparser, before finally disappearing altogether. The simple wooden houses and businesses of town sprawled out before us, immediately filling me with a sense of nostalgic comfort. Even from where we were, I could see that the town was busy, as one would expect on a weekday afternoon.

We continued walking, crossing the outskirts of town and soon finding ourselves amongst the buildings and people of the town itself. Ponyville may have been a small town, but compared to the peace and tranquility of Sweet Apple Acres, it was a flurry of noise and activity. People walked about on their daily business, doing chores, meeting with their friends, or just enjoying the beautiful day. In the distance, I could see the tall point of town hall sticking up above the skyline. I could even see the lush foliage of the Golden Oak Library peeking out as well, the place having become much more familiar to me over the past couple of years.

Applejack and I occasionally saw friends of ours, or they saw us, and we would smile and exchange quick acknowledgements before moving on. Nobody seemed to see anything odd with us walking through town alone together. Granted, none of them could possibly have known the context of our outing; I can only imagine the reactions we would have gotten if they knew we were out on a date, even if it wasn’t a real one. In any case, we reached our destination without incident, either self-inflicted or otherwise.

The place in question was a comfy little cafe that Applejack and her friends frequented. Despite it being around lunchtime, the cafe was not overly-crowded, and we were able to find a nice table outside. As Applejack went to sit down, I swiftly stepped ahead of her, took hold of her chair, and pulled it out for her. She was seemingly surprised by the gesture, but recovered quickly. “Oh, er...thanks,” she said, blushing slightly and sitting down. I helped her scoot her chair up to the table again before taking my own seat.

We each took one of the menus from the menu holder near the napkin dispenser and looked it over. I was perusing the various entrees listed when I got distracted and looked back up at Applejack. She must have noticed me, as she looked up from her menu as well. I gave her a small grin, which she returned. “You know,” I said, “I never got to thank you for doin’ this for me.”

“Oh, don’t mention it, Anon,” she said. “That’s what big sisters are for.”

“Well, I’m sure lucky to have you for a big sister,” I said.

She chuckled nervously. “Well, I’m...I’m glad you’re my little brother too,” she said.

We turned out attention back to our menus, and I tried to decide whether to order the BLT or the tuna melt. As I was busy thinking, I noticed somebody approach our table out of the corner of my eye. “Hiya!” said a bubbly voice that sounded very familiar. “Have you two decided which yummy sandwiches you’d like to try today?”

“Mmm...not quite yet,” said Applejack. “Say, what can you tell me about the...” She looked up at the waitress and froze, her eyes going wide. “P-Pinkie? W-What in tarnation are you doin’ here?” Her comment interrupted my deep thinking and I looked up at the waitress as well. As expected, Applejack was not lying; the waitress standing at our table was indeed the ever-energetic Pinkie Pie.

Of all of Applejack’s friends, Pinkie was probably the only one that could rival her in terms of body mass. The main difference between their physiques was that Applejack’s was largely made up of muscle, whereas Pinkie’s was almost entirely composed of soft, jiggly fat. Pinkie’s thick thighs were squeezed into a pair of thigh-high socks with blue and yellow horizontal stripes. Her wide hips were covered in a pink, frilly skirt that reached to her mid-thigh. Her chubby stomach and large breasts were squeezed into a white tank top decorated with the image of balloons. Her cheery face was surrounded by a mountain of curly pink hair that flowed down her back.

“What am I doing here?” said Pinkie. “Well, I’m taking your order, silly! That’s what waitresses do!” Pinkie spoke with complete sincerity, clearly not understanding the question.

“Er, no, I mean...what are you doin’ here at the cafe?” said Applejack. “You don’t work here!”

“Correctamundo! I don’t work here!” said Pinkie. “Well, not officially, at least. You see, one of the waitresses here came down with a bad case of the feather flu this morning and couldn’t come in to work. So, what did she do? She came to her good friend Pinkie Pie for help! Luckily, today’s my day off from working at Sugar Cube Corner, so I was more than happy to lend a hand. I took her home, tucked her into bed, made sure she had plenty of orange juice to drink, and then I came straight over here. The manager’s super nice, and when he heard what happened, he was happy to let me fill in for her! Although, I never expected to see you two here today; quite a coinky-dink, ain’t it?”

“Uh, yeah...I-I guess it is,” said Applejack, smiling nervously.

“You know, now that I think about it,” said Pinkie, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you two out having lunch just by yourselves before. What’s the occasion? Oh, no, wait! Lemme guess! Is it...your birthday? No, wait, it can’t be that; neither of you have birthdays coming up soon. Is it...the harvest? You guys had a super-duper good harvest year this year and you came into town to celebrate! Hang on, it can’t be that either; you guys are still in the middle of harvesting season, after all.” Pinkie tilted her head and stroked her chin, clearly not about to drop the issue.

“Well, Pinkie,” I said, trying to sound casual, “there’s not really not any special reas—”

“Hey! I’ve got it!” said Pinkie loudly, pointing a finger at my face. “You two are on a date together!”

I froze, neither my body not mind knowing how to respond to the comment. I couldn’t see myself, of course, but I could feel the heat as my cheeks reddened. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Applejack staring up at Pinkie, blushing similarly with her jaw hanging low. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Applejack and I sat there under the eye of the one who had somehow managed to figure out our secret. “P-P-Pinkie...” I said.

All of a sudden, Pinkie pulled back her hand and slapped it against her forehead. “Oh, wait, I’m sorry! What am I saying?” she said. “You two can’t be on a date together! That would just be silly!”

I let out the breath I had been holding unintentionally as the weight of the moment was lifted off my shoulders. “Uh, yeah,” I chuckled, “that, uh...that would be silly. Right, Applejack?”

Applejack visibly relaxed as well. “Yeah, that would, um...” she said, clearing her throat, “that would be silly, alright.”

“Well, whatever the reason, I’m still super happy to see you guys!” said Pinkie, oblivious to the intense awkwardness that she had caused. “Gimme a holler when you’re ready to order, okay?”

“Will do, Pinkie,” said Applejack.

Pinkie gave us a smile before turning and bounding away, her bodacious backside bouncing wildly with every step.

Applejack sighed loudly. “That girl. I swear...” she said, looking down and shaking her head.

“Don’t worry about her, AJ,” I said in a comforting tone. “Let’s just enjoy our lunch.”

She looked back up at me and a small grin returned to her face. “Yeah,” she said. “You’re right.”

The two of us went back to our menus and soon made our selections. We braced ourselves and summoned Pinkie Pie back to our table, who arrived shortly after. Luckily, Pinkie made no more worrying comments as she took our orders on the small notepad she had with her. She made plenty of other strange comments, but considering that they were coming from her, we payed them little mind. Pinkie ran off to the kitchen when we had finished, and just a short while later, brought back our lunches.

Applejack did not ignore me as we ate, but she did not attempt to strike up a conversation either. I don’t know why she was so silent, but as for me, I was merely unsure of what we should be talking about. She was the one who was supposed to be showing me the ropes, so I tried to follow her lead at first. Eventually, however, I realized that we would probably be done with our lunches soon before either of us had said anything. “So...what do people normally talk about at times like this?” I said.

Applejack finished chewing and swallowed. “Well...when you’re out with someone, you can always try talkin’ about them,” she said. “You could talk about the things they like and the things they like to do.”

“Okay, so let’s pretend I don’t already know everythin’ you like,” I said. I cleared my throat and began again. “So, Applejack, I’ve heard you and your family run that big apple orchard at the edge of town.”

“Yep, that’s us,” she said, smiling proudly. “Sweet Apple Acres, home of the finest apples this side of Canterlot. We grow over two dozen kinds, includin’ the famous zap apple. We also make the best apple cider in town, judgin’ by how many people line up to get it every year.”

“Wow, that’s amazin’!” I said in mock-awe. “I can’t believe a woman like you is able to do all that! You must be the most hard-workin’ person in town.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” she said, blushing slightly. “I mean, I’m not afraid of good, old-fashioned hard work, but it’s not just me out there. I got my whole family supportin’ me too.”

“What are they like?” I said.

“Well, first, there’s my mama; the sweetest woman you’ll ever meet,” she said. “Then there’s my granny; that tough old lady’s been growin' apples since before most of us were born, and it shows. I got a little sister too; she can be a bit of a pain sometimes, but she’s smart, and deep down, I know she’s got a good heart.”

“Just the four of you?” I said.

“Well, no,” she said, smiling at me. “I’ve got a little brother too.”

“And what’s he like?” I said.

“Oh, he’s just the worst,” she said in an obviously joking tone. “He’s always standin’ around daydreamin’, he never gets his chores done on time, and he’s always makin’ trouble for me.”

“Sounds like a real pain in the butt,” I said.

“He is, but...” she said, shifting into a much more serious tone, “he’s also thoughtful, and sweet, and carin’. He makes mistakes sometimes, but he always pulls through when I need him most. He’s...he’s a good guy. He’s a good man. I don’t think I tell him that enough.” She looked me in the eye and gave me a heartfelt smile.

“Sounds like you really love him,” I said, smiling back at her.

“I...” she began, looking down and forming her words carefully. “He’s my brother; of course I love him. I always will, no matter what.”

“I bet he loves you too,” I said, looking her in the eye.

She looked back up and our eyes met. A moment of silence passed as I stared into her big, beautiful, green eyes, which were looking moist around the edges. “I know he does,” she said softly, smiling. “And I hope he’ll always will.”

“I don’t think you need to worry about that,” I said. “You’re a woman worth lovin’.”

Applejack blushed intensely and averted her gaze. “Anon,” she said, “I don’t think you need as much help at this as we thought you did.”

“What do you mean?” I said.

“I mean...” she said, “I think you’ll do fine when the time comes. I think, as long as you say what’s in your heart, you could get any woman you wanted.”

“Any woman?” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“Well,” she chuckled, “almost any woman.” She smiled at me again.

“Thanks, AJ,” I said, smiling back at her. “Thanks for everythin’.”

“You’re welcome,” she said.

Applejack and I went back to our lunches before they got cold. A few minutes later, we had finished, and were ready to leave. Applejack wanted to pay for her own meal, but I insisted on paying for both of us, which she eventually accepted. I left the money on the table and we stood to leave. Pinkie Pie waved us goodbye as we walked away, and we returned the gesture.

We walked back the direction we came, neither of us having any better ideas of what to do. We had almost reached the edge of town when I looked to the side and saw the park in the distance, giving me an idea. “Hey,” I said, tuning back to Applejack, “why don’t we take a stroll though the park?”

Applejack looked over at me, then over towards the park, then back to me. “Uh, sure,” she said. “That sounds nice.”

We quickly changed course and headed towards the park at the edge of town. Soon enough, we were walking amongst its short green hills and shady trees. Lots of other people were there as well, enjoying the day in their own ways. I saw children running about playing tag and other games. A couple of old men sat at a table playing a game of checkers, visibly concentrating pretty hard. I even saw a few couples walking together, presumably out on real dates.

Something that caught my eye was a small cart set up by the side of the path, and the woman standing behind it. She had shoulder-length red hair and wore an apron over jeans and a t-shirt. Her name was Rose; she was a florist who I had met a few times in the market. Her cart displayed a beautiful selection of flowers of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Looking it over, I was suddenly hit with a flash of inspiration. “Hey, come with me for a minute,” I said to Applejack. She looked confused, but did not object as I led her over to Rose’s cart.

“Hey! Applejack, Anon! I haven’t seen you two in a while,” said Rose cheerfully.

“Hey, Rose. How’s it goin’?” I said.

“Oh, you know, same old, same old,” said Rose. “How about you? Anything new going on with you guys?”

“Well, now that you mention it, there is something that’s happened to me recently,” I said. “In fact, that’s why I’m here.”

“Oh?” said Rose, clearly interested. “Do tell.”

“You see, Rose, I need your help,” I said. “I’d like to buy a flower for someone, but I’m not sure what I should give them. And I want to make sure I make the right choice, because this person is...very important to me. I want to give them somethin’ that shows how much I care about them.”

“Oh, I see,” said Rose in a tone that indicated that she got my meaning.

“Anon, what are you doin’?” whispered Applejack in my ear; I ignored her for the moment.

“So, who is it?” said Rose. “Is it someone I know?”

“Mmm...yeah, I think you’d know them,” I said, pretending to give the matter some thought, “but I don’t want to jinx it by saying who it is.”

“Well, if you give her one of my flowers, you’ll have nothing to worry about!” said Rose. “Can you at least tell me what she’s like? If you want to give a flower to your special somebody, it should be one that complements her.”

“Fair enough,” I said. “The woman I’m talkin’ about is someone I’ve had my eye on for a long time, but I never had the courage to tell her what I really felt about her. I don’t know how she does it, but just bein’ around her makes me happy. She’s strong, carin’, and full of life, not to mention beautiful. I don’t think I’d be exaggeratin’ if I said that she’s the most wonderful woman I’ve ever met. I wanna give her somethin’ that’ll let her know that I love her, and that I always will, no matter what happens.”

“Wow,” said Rose in genuinely awe. “She really is special to you, isn’t she?”

“Yep,” I said.

“Alright,” said Rose, putting on a determined smile, “I think I can work with that.” Rose looked down at the vast array of flowers spread out before her. “Let’s see, let’s see. Strong, but beautiful. Full of life. Makes you happy every time you see her.” Her eyes darted about, seemingly assessing every single flower she had. “Oh, I know!” She reached out and gently lifted up a large, yellow sunflower from its receptacle. “Give her this. I guarantee she’ll fall head over heels for you!”

“Sunflower, eh?” I said. “Y’know, I think you’re right. I think she would like that. I’ll take it.”

I payed Rose for the flower and gently took it from her. “Thanks a bunch, Rose,” I said. I looked over at Applejack, who was looking down at the ground, her face apple-red. “Well, let’s get goin’, Applejack.”

“Have a nice day, you two,” said Rose as we walked away. “And let me know how it goes with that girl!”

“Bye, Rose!” I said over my shoulder.

Applejack and I walked down the path that led to the center of the park. Right around the time we had gotten out of eyeshot of Rose, I felt a sharp pain in my side as a blunt object impacted it at tremendous speed. I recoiled and let out a pained exclamation, but was otherwise unaffected. When I had gotten over the shock, I realized that the cause of my pain had been my sister’s fist, which had been unceremoniously thrust against my skin with enough force to crack a two-by-four. “What in tarnation was that all about?” Applejack whispered angrily through gritted teeth.

I straightened up and turned to look at her. “What was what all about?” I said in feigned ignorance.

Applejack grabbed my shirt and pulled me close, leaning in within a few inches of my face. “Don’t play games with me, mister!” she said in the same tone as before.

“Oh, you mean that,” I said quietly, giving her a cheeky grin. “Well, I was just buyin’ a flower for my date. What’s wrong with that?”

“Not that!” she said, releasing me. “All that stuff you were sayin’ back there. What were you thinkin’? It’s one thing to say stuff like that when we’re alone, but to say it in public?”

“I didn’t tell her it was for you,” I said.

“Yeah, well...” she said, visibly struggling to think of an ending to her sentence. Seemingly giving up, she let out an angry exclamation and quickly stormed off down the path away from me.

“Applejack, wait!” I said, trying to catch up to her. She quickly got away from me, however, and I fell back into a walk rather than try to chase down someone who clearly didn’t want to be caught. I watched her round a bend in the path and disappear from my sight, heading who-knows-where. I sighed, cursing myself for teasing her so much. I looked down at the sunflower that I held in my hand, its bright yellow petals reinvigorating me. I looked back up at the path before me, setting off at a brisk walk.

A minute or so later, I came to the center of the park, which was dominated by a large stone fountain sitting in the middle of a clearing. I saw Applejack standing at the fountain with her back to me, looking down into the water. I slowed down and approached her at a strolling pace. She didn’t react as I walked up and stood beside her. Her arms were crossed over her chest and her head was hanging down, her eyes closed.

I waited a moment to see if she would do anything, but when she didn’t, I ventured to speak. “AJ,” I said softly, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you so much. I just...couldn’t help myself.”

Another moment of silence passed before Applejack finally spoke. “All that stuff you said back there...” she said quietly, opening her eyes, “was it true?”

“Every word,” I said.

Applejack sighed and shook her head. “Why’d it have to be me?” she said. “Out of all the women in Equestria, you just had to go and choose me.” I said nothing, not knowing how to respond to her comment. She turned her head and looked down at the flower in my hand. “Can I see that?” she said.

“Sure,” I said, handing it to her gently.

She took the flower in her hands, handling it as delicately as if it were a baby. She held it in front of her, gently stroking its petals. “It is pretty,” she said, a small smile appearing on her lips.

“Like the woman I got it for,” I said

Another silent pause, then she spoke again. “What are we doin’, Anon?” she said. “All this...lovey dovey stuff.”

“You’re helpin’ me practice for the real thing,” I said.

“I think we both know this stopped bein’ just ‘practice’ a while ago,” she said.

I didn’t try to argue, because I realized that it was true. Instead, I walked in front of her, putting myself between her and the fountain and turning to face her. “You know, the person I bought this from told me that, if I gave it to the woman I loved, then she would love me back.” I raised my hands and gently placed them on her smaller ones that were grasping the flower’s stem. “I wonder if they were tellin’ the truth.”

Applejack slowly lifted her head and looked me in the eye. As I looked back at her, I saw something in her eyes. I saw in them the same thing I had seen in them when I had first kissed her: fear, happiness, but above all, desire. Letting go of all my sense, all of my inhibitions, and letting myself be guided purely by my feelings, I slowly leaned my head in. As our lips inched closer together, I saw her eyes droop, gradually closing altogether. I could feel her warm breath caressing my skin as she exhaled. I could smell her distinctive feminine scent, which I had become much more familiar with after all our private time together.

My lips were less than an inch from hers when, suddenly, I saw her eyes snap open, a look of panic in them. “No!” she said loudly. Before I even realized what was happening, her hands shot forward and pushed against my chest with enough force to knock me back. My legs caught against the edge of the fountain and I was knocked off balance. As I fell backwards, my arms reflexively flailed about and grabbed onto the first thing they could find in a desperate attempt to save me. Unfortunately, the only thing I managed to grab a hold of was one of Applejack’s outstretched arms. She was unable to react quickly enough to save either me or herself, and together, she and I plunged into the cold water of the fountain.

Applejack and I trudged though the orchard, my shoes squishing loudly with every step I took. The afternoon sun had largely dried my clothes, but they were still a bit damp and cold. I looked over at Applejack walking beside me, whose clothes were in similar condition. In one hand, she held her hat, having removed it to let her wet hair dry out. In her other hand, she held the flower I had given her; the waterlogged plant hung limply in her grasp, with a large number of its petals missing. She was looking down at the ground, an absolutely miserable expression on her face.

I had been feeling bad about embarrassing her even before our impromptu swim, but after forcing her to haul her wet self out of the fountain in full view of the townspeople, I was about ready to crawl into a hole and die. Thankfully, neither of us had gotten hurt; at least, not physically. Suffice it to say, our outing had ended after our little accident, both of us wordlessly agreeing to head home. We had decided to cut through the orchard so that nobody would see us on the road, despite us already having been seen by dozens of people.

We had spoken very little on the way back, and not at all about the incident or the events preceding it. I didn’t know what Applejack was feeling, whether it was anger, shame, or something else entirely. I wanted to say something to her, something that would make up for what I did, but I was scared of upsetting her further. But as much as I hated the thought of her being mad at me, I hated seeing her in such an unhappy state even more, so I decided to risk it. “AJ,” I said quietly, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everythin’. I’m sorry for embarrassin’ you. I’m sorry for ruinin’ your day. I’m sorry for...tryin’ to kiss you. If you’re mad at me, then I don’t blame you.”

We walked for a few more steps after I had finished talking, then Applejack abruptly stopped. When I noticed, I stopped walking as well and turned to face her. A moment of silence passed before she finally spoke. “Anon...” she said quietly, “it’s me who should be sorry.” She raised her head and looked at me, and I saw that she had tears in her eyes. “I’m the one who ruined everythin’, not you.”

“AJ...” I began, but she wasn’t done yet.

“I haven’t been honest with you,” she said. “I told you I could help you. I told you I could teach you what to do and what to say, but the truth is...I can’t. I made you think I knew what I was doin’, but I don’t; I don’t know what I’m doin’! I don’t know the first thing about datin’, or romance, or...bein’ someone’s girl. I can’t even take a complement like a woman! The only thing I do know is how to run this...blasted farm!” She punctuated her remark by kicking the ground.

“But that’s not true,” I said, steeping closer to her and gently placing my hands on her shoulders. “Even if you were way out of your league, you still tried to help me. You could’ve turned your back on me; you could have left me to fend for myself, but you didn’t. You were there for me when I needed you; you tried to help me when I had no one else to turn to. Don’t you see? You know how to treat the people you care about, the people you love; that’s more important than anything else.”

As her tears started to flow in earnest, she lunged forward and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, burying her face in my neck. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly as she sobbed. I reached a hand up and petted her head, feeling her damp hair between my fingers. I don’t know how long we stood like that; it must have been at least a few minutes before she finally calmed down.

When her crying had diminished into sporadic sobs and heavy breathing, I spoke again. “AJ, I know I made you a promise,” I said softly, “but I don’t know what the future’s got in store for me. Maybe I will find someone else. Maybe I’ll fall in love with her, and we’ll live happily ever after. But there’s one thing I do know: I’ll never stop lovin’ you, not till the day I die. That’s a promise I’m gonna have to break.”

Applejack pulled back her head and looked me in the eye. “Then break it,” she whispered; she leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. The kiss took me by surprise, but my instincts soon took over and guided me. I leaned into the kiss as we tightened our holds on each other, both of us wanting to get as close to the other as possible. She showed no restraint this time; her lips moved wildly and passionately as I tried to keep up.

In her excitement, her lips parted, and she ended up touching my lips with her tongue. I tentatively opened my own mouth and gave her a quick lick across her lips in return. She did not recoil from the gesture, quite the opposite in fact. Seemingly inspired, she opened her mouth wide and pressed her tongue against my lips. My lips parted to make way for the welcome visitor, and my own tongue moved out to greet it.

We pressed our open mouths together, giving our tongues free rein to do as they wished. They moved slowly and carefully at first, like two inexperienced lovers exploring each other’s bodies for the first time. They lightly prodded and stroked each other, feeling the texture of the other’s soft, wet skin. As we grew more confident, our tongues shifted from a gentle caress into a passionate embrace. They pushed and pulled, playfully wrestling with each other to get a feel for their own strength, as well as that of their partner.

I quickly lost track of time as we went at it, the seconds stretching into minutes. The only breaks we took were when one of us would pull back to take in a few deep breaths, before plunging back in and starting again. I sent deep, masculine moans echoing from my mouth into hers; she replied with her higher, feminine ones. As we explored each other’s mouths with our tongues, so too did we explore each other’s bodies with our hands. Her soft fingers moved across my shoulders, my neck, and my chest, feeling the muscles underneath the skin. Similarly, I felt out her strong back, her feminine waist and hips, and her toned stomach.

I was so absorbed in the moment that I didn’t notice that my hand had crept up and grabbed her breast until I heard her let out a loud, surprised moan. I released my hold, waiting to see how she would react to the act. She did not push me away or break the kiss, however; in fact, she kissed me even more energetically than before. Encouraged by this, I once again touched her breast, this time paying attention to make sure I was not too rough. Even with her shirt and bra in the way, I could feel her nipple standing tall and erect in its center.

Applejack moaned even more intensely as I massaged her chest. Inspired by my forwardness, one of her hands moved down my body, across my chest and stomach, arriving at my groin. She gently pressed her hand against the area, caressing my stiff member through my pants. Her touch sent a shiver up my spine, and I moaned loudly. She broke the kiss and opened her eyes, looking at me as we nuzzled each other. “Again?” she said in a mock-chastising tone. She chuckled lightly and smiled at me. “You’re sure lucky your big sister’s here to take care of you.”

“I sure am,” I said, smiling back at her.

She looked off to the side for a moment, before looking back at me. “Sit down over there,” she said softly, nodding her head in the direction she had been looking. I turned my head and looked where she had indicated; I saw a large tree stump jutting out of the ground several yards away. I looked back at her and gave her a grin, before I slowly let go of her and pulled back from our embrace. When our hands finally left each other’s bodies, I turned and walked over to the stump, sitting on it and facing her.

Applejack had stood still as I had walked away, but slowly approached me after I had sat down. She kept her eyes locked on mine as she came close and knelt in front of me. She leaned her head in towards mine and we kissed again as her hands moved to my waistline. She deftly unbuckled my belt, undid my button and zipper, and slipped her fingers underneath my jeans and boxers. I pushed myself up off of the stump as she pulled them down, taking them all the way to my ankles. Placing her hands on my knees, she gently forced my legs apart, giving her unobstructed access to my most private area.

She broke our kiss and pulled back, letting her gaze drop down. She reached out and grabbed hold of my stiff shaft with the strong, but gentle grip I had become so familiar with. I felt a subtle, but powerful wave of pleasure flow through me, like stepping into a warm bathtub on a cold day. I let out a long, low moan, and my breathing sped up.

“You know,” said Applejack softly, looking back up at me, “you did so well today on our date. I think you deserve a little reward.” Her gaze dropped again, and her face reddened slightly. “I’ve heard that...men like it when women...use their breasts to do this sorta thing.” She lifted her hand that was resting on my leg and placed it on her chest. “I figured since...you like mine so much...you might like that too. Do you...want me to do that?” She looked back up at me, but I wasn’t sure if it was nervousness or hopefulness I saw in her eyes.

My heartbeat went into overdrive upon hearing her offer to carry out another one of my fantasies. Even if I hadn’t been so caught up in the moment, the look on her face and her innocent tone would have made it impossible to turn her down. A stupid grin spread across my face and I nodded awkwardly. “Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, I do.”

She smiled sweetly at me, and I saw her expression relax a bit. She looked down at her shirt as she brought her hands up and undid its buttons, one at a time. Despite what Applejack had hoped, I had not grown tired of the sight of her amazing breasts emerging from beneath their fabric prison in the slightest. When the final button had been undone, she slowly pulled the shirt from her body, thrusting her chest forward while she did so. With her shirt lying on the grass, she reached behind her to unhook her bra. With a simple snap and a shrug of her shoulders, her breasts were unveiled to the world.

I could tell that she was fighting the urge to cover herself, even after all we had been through. To her credit, she looked me in the eye and gave me a small smile, although her red cheeks showed that she was still a bit embarrassed. Me staring at her with my mouth hanging open slightly, drinking in the sight of her beautiful self, probably wasn’t helping. “I don’t care if you don’t believe me, AJ,” I said softly. “You’re gorgeous.”

I expected her to openly disagree; I expected her to make yet another disparaging comment about herself. To my surprise, she merely closed her eyes for a moment, smiling wider as she opened them again. She brought her hands up and took hold of her breasts, pulling them apart slightly. She slowly leaned in, placing her breasts on my upper thighs, my member resting on her sternum in between. As she looked at me with her big, beautiful eyes, she gently pushed her breasts together, enveloping me.

The feeling that hit me was incomparable to anything I had ever felt before. The feel of her warm, incredibly soft flesh squeezing every inch of me at once sent a shockwave shooting through me, reaching all the way out to my fingers and toes. If I had had to describe how it made me feel, the word I probably would have used was “safe”. A profound feeling of peace and comfort came over me, as if she were warmly embracing my entire body, not just one part of it. The fact that that one part also happened to be my most private and vulnerable part made the act all the more intimate.

I sat there for a moment, breathing heavily with my eyes closed, acclimatizing to the sensation. When my breaths returned to a somewhat normal intensity, I slowly opened my eyes again. Applejack was still looking up at me and smiling. Overwhelmed by the surge of emotion that had just swept through me, I leaned forward, gently grabbed her head, and pulled her into another deep kiss.

As our tongues resumed wrestling, she began to move her breasts. She pressed them down against my groin, letting my head pop up out of her cleavage. Then, she slowly dragged them back up, raising them until my head was firmly nestled right in the middle of them. As she stroked me, a shiver ran up my spine and I moaned into her mouth. She repeated her up-and-down motion, getting a steady rhythm going.

Her sensual touch invigorated me, filling my whole body with energy. I tried to harness that energy and channel it back into her through our kiss. She matched my aggressiveness, and our tongues began wrestling in earnest, both of them seeking to lovingly dominate the other. My hands were affected as well, my fingers getting a strong urge to grab onto something soft. They slowly moved down from her head, across her neck and shoulders, down to her breasts. I placed them on the large sections of her breasts that her hands did not cover, and helped her with her pushing and pulling.

With my strong hands aiding her slightly-less-strong hands, her breasts quickly increased in speed. The increasingly intense pumps sent correspondingly intense waves of pleasure flowing through me. The tidal waves of euphoria crashed against the rapidly crumbling walls of my endurance. While my resistance had improved somewhat due to the frequent exercise I had been receiving, Applejack’s new method more than made up the difference. I was rapidly approaching the finish line, and I had no intention of pacing myself.

My hands wandered from the exposed mountains of flesh they had been massaging to the rock-hard nipples further down. I drew circles around them with my thumbs to tease her, before pinching them gently. I could tell by the loud moans that escaped her throat that my touch had had the desired effect. Spurred on by my touch, she sped up her pumping into final sprint mode, and my moans mixed with hers in perfect harmony. Each of us increased the strength, speed, and passion of our touches, trying to see who could make the other squeal the loudest.

Out lips parted, as we both very much needed the extra air flowing into our lungs at that moment. Our faces stayed pressed together, my forehead and nose rubbing against hers. We looked into each other’s eyes, and I saw in hers a burning fire, the intensity of which was so great that it scared my slightly. Her gaze was filled with wild, animalistic passion, any trepidation having long since vanished and been replaced with pure, unadulterated lust. She must have liked what she saw on my face, as her lips stretched into a sultry smile.

“Almost there, sugarcube?” she panted.

“Yeah,” I said in between breaths.

“Go ahead,” she said. “Go ahead and finish. Gimme everythin’ you got. Give it to me. Give it to me right now!”

Her words pushed me over the edge, and I reached my explosive climax. My eyes snapped shut as I felt the first surge of pleasure hit me. My whole body clenched, my knees squeezing into her sides and my fingers sinking deeply into her breasts. She squeezed herself tightly around me as I let out shot after shot, milking me of every drop I had to give. Each wave was accompanied by a deep, throaty exclamation from my mouth.

“Come on!” she said. “Keep goin’!”

I drew on every reserve of strength I had in me in order to sustain myself. I quickly lost count of my eruptions, the individual waves blending together in my overloaded brain into one, continuous surge of ecstasy that seemed to go on forever. Of course, it didn’t go on forever in reality. Soon enough, I had reached my limit, my last bit of stamina spent. My tired muscles gave out and I limply leaned forward onto her. Her pumping slowed to a crawl, before finally grinding to a halt. I breathed heavily as I enjoyed the last fleeting bits of euphoria lingering in my mind.

When I had come back down from my high, I slowly opened my eyes. Applejack was looking back at me, smiling sweetly, but sensually. My gaze drifted downward, and I saw that the base of her neck, her collarbone, and her sternum had been painted white by my seed. The distinctive liquid was slowly dripping downward, eventually flowing onto the tops of her breasts and into her cleavage. I raised my shaky hands and gently placed them on either side of her face. She reciprocated, and we pulled each other in for another kiss.

This time, our kissing was slow, having lost the energy, but not the passion, from earlier. We caressed each other with our tongues and hands; Applejack stroked my cheeks and ran her fingers through my hair. Our deep tongue kisses gradually diminished into more chaste closed-mouth ones, ending with us planting little pecks on the other’s lips. We finally pulled back again and looked at each other, both of us smiling lovingly at the other.

“How did that feel?” she said softly.

“That felt amazin’,” I said. “Absolutely amazin’.”

Applejack blushed slightly. “I guess I...must be a bit better at this than I thought,” she said.

I chuckled softly. “I’ll say,” I said.

She moved her hands down and placed them on my shoulders, before glancing down at her chest. “You sure made a mess, didn’t you?” she said.

My common sense having returned to me, I realized that she probably would not have preferred that I had finished on her. “I’m sorry,” I said.

“It’s alright, Anon,” she said, smiling at me. “Not like it’ll leave a stain or anythin’. Although, I will need somethin’ to clean this up.”

“Right,” I said, slightly embarrassed. “Why don’t I...run and get you a towel?”

“That’d be a big help,” she said.

I placed my hands on the stump and pushed myself up onto my shaky legs, Applejack backing up to make way. I gave her a hand and helped her pull herself back onto her feet. I quickly pulled my underwear and pants back up and refastened them. “I’ll be right back,” I said, giving her one last look before turning towards home.

“I’ll be waitin’,” she said, smiling at me as I ran off.

Applejack watched as Anon galloped off through the trees, quickly vanishing from her sight. She let out a contented sigh and shook her head, still smiling. She walked over to the stump and sat down on it, stretching out her legs. Despite the fact that it was Anon who had just gotten off, she too had a strange peace of mind, as if she too had just had a cathartic moment. All the anxiety, all the fear, all the pent-up desire that had been clouding her mind all day had vanished, leaving her feeling better than she had felt in weeks.

As she sat there, enjoying the feel of a cool breeze blowing across her exposed skin, a familiar smell made its way to her nose. Her eyes opened wider as she recognized it, and realized that her chest was still covered in her brother’s seed. She looked down, and saw that it had run down a good bit of her breasts, almost reaching her nipples. She tentatively lifted a hand up and scraped a glob of the stuff off of her skin, staring down at her hand afterwards.

Throughout their more private moments together, she had been careful to get as little of the stuff on her as possible. It had, therefore, been a while since she had gotten the chance to observe it up close. She raised her hand closer to her face, slowly breathing in and filling her lungs with its scent. It was just as pungent as she remembered, perhaps even more so due to the quantity of it.

She thought about the last time she had been in a situation similar to this one. The last time, she had been able to fight off the urge to go any further. This time, however, she wasn’t sure where things would go. She knew she should feel disgusted by the lewd liquid, but for some reason, she didn’t. She didn’t know whether it was because she had simply grown used to it, or if she was simply in a very good mood, or whether it was something else entirely. Not only did she not feel aversion to it, but she almost felt a strange sort of attraction to it.

She hadn’t spent much time thinking about just what it was she was milking out of her brother on a regular basis. She knew how it worked, of course; she wasn’t that innocent. She knew that, if Anon had deposited his load in a certain other place, the two of them would have a lot more to worry about before too long. She unconsciously moved her other hand down to her stomach, bellow her belly button, and gently rubbed the area. While it was flat and toned at the moment, she imagined what it might be like if her belly were a lot bigger and a lot rounder.

Like every other young woman in the world, the thought had crossed her mind before. In the past, she had tried to shove such thoughts out of her mind as soon as they appeared, reminding herself that it was difficult to do farm work while carrying an extra passenger. This time, however, she allowed her mind to wander, imagining how her life would be different if she decided to take that tremendous step. She wasn’t against the idea altogether, she had just always told herself that such a life, if it were to come, would have to come later on, when her family could do without her and she could find a good man who loved her.

And yet, she already had a good man who loved her, she realized. She had a man in her life who she knew and trusted more than any other in the world. And she had heard from his own lips that he felt the same way about her. He had thrown away his honor, his happiness, and his desires, all for her sake. He had given her the most precious thing his mind had to offer, his love, and he had given her the most precious thing his body had to offer, the substance slowly oozing down her fingers. All she had to do was allow his love into her heart and allow his seed into her body, and they would become as close as a man and a woman could be.

All this was running through her mind as she slowly moved her hand towards her lips. She teetered on the edge for a moment, her sense of reason and decency struggling against her primal urges and curiosity. She quickly looked around the orchard to ensure nobody was around to see her, then looked back. A moment of weakness, or one of strength, depending on how one looked at it, hit her, and she opened her mouth, inserting her fingers inside.

Her tongue gently lapped at her fingers, cleaning them of the distinctively tasting substance. She was thorough, making sure to get every last drop there was to be had. She gathered it up into one large glob, which she rolled around and played with using her tongue. She let its taste absorb into her taste buds, saturating them. When she had gotten everything she could out of it, she moved it to the back of her throat and swallowed, letting it flow down her throat and into her stomach. She removed her saliva-covered fingers from her mouth, looking at them as if she expected them to have changed in some way.

It was in that moment that Applejack came to a realization. She realized that she was happy, more happy than she had been in a long time; she also realized that it was her brother who was responsible for that happiness. No other man had ever made her feel the way she did then, and she didn’t think any other man in Equestria could. She was a proud and honorable woman, but she was also an honest woman. As she sat there with her brother’s seed in her belly, all the excuses and all the denial faded before the truth burning brightly in her heart. She knew what she wanted, and it was him.

But as much as she was a woman, she was also a big sister. She was a big sister with a little brother who had depended on her to look out for him since the day he was born. She had always aspired to do good for her family, even at her own expense; she realized that she must do so again. Anon was honest, faithful, caring, sweet, and admittedly, handsome; she had no doubt in her mind that he could find a good woman out there to be his. A woman, she thought, who would give him an infinitely better life than the one she could give him. She loved her brother, and it was because of that love that she had to let him go.