Author's Note

Chapter contains: Human/Humanized, Incest, Unrealistic Anatomy, Oral Sex (Cunnilingus, Blowjob)

Honesty

As Applejack weaved her way through the buildings of town, she tried to keep the storm of emotions raging within her under control, with minimal success. If anything, the feelings grew even more intense as she made her way towards Carousel Boutique. Several people she knew saw her on the way and tried to wave or call out to her, but she was too distracted to acknowledge them. She was single-mindedly focused on finding Rarity and Anon and assuring herself that all was well, desperately hoping that doing so would put her mind at ease.

It had been quite a while since she had dropped off Anon and he had left with Rarity on their movie date, so she figured that they had to be back at the boutique by that point. Sure enough, as Applejack rounded a building and saw her destination in the distance, she also saw the two of them walking towards it together, arm in arm. She stopped where she was and watched the two of them, trying to gauge how they were doing. Rarity looked as chipper as ever, smiling and gabbing as if she hadn’t a care in the world. Anon looked a bit uncomfortable and nervous, but that was the whole reason they had arranged the date for him in the first place.

On a conscious level, she recognized that everything was fine; the two of them looked like any other normal couple out enjoying an afternoon together. So then why, she wondered, did her heart start beating even faster as she laid eyes on them? Why did the fire burning inside her surge in strength as she saw Rarity hug Anon’s arm and lean her head on his shoulder? Why did she have the sudden urge to run somewhere far away, punch the nearest thing she could find, or scream at the top of her lungs?

As she watched, Anon and Rarity arrived at the front door of the boutique and stood face-to-face. She was too far away to hear what they were saying, but she figured that they must be saying their goodbyes. That, at least, was a small comfort to her; their date would soon be over, and she would be able to take Anon home and forget about the whole thing. She relaxed for a moment, but immediately perked up again as Rarity stepped closed to Anon and put her hands on his shoulders. She stood paralyzed as Rarity leaned her head in, bringing her lips within a few scant inches of Anon’s.

Even the romantically inexperienced Applejack could imagine what she was about to do. She unconsciously balled her hands into fists, her arms tensing visibly. Any hope of her turbulent emotions just going away on their own vanished in that moment. She didn’t know what she was going to do to vent herself, but whatever it was, she was going to do it very soon. Like a shaken can of soda, she was ready to explode, needing only a tiny push to get her to unleash her fury upon the world. That push came in the form of Rarity swiftly opening her front door and shoving Anon inside, slamming the door behind her as she followed him. Letting her emotions take control of her, she started stomping towards the boutique with a look on her face that could have soured the sweetest apple.

My shaky legs slowly carried me backwards, away from the advancing Rarity. My heart was pounding and my palms were drenched in sweat. My brain was screaming at me to turn and run, but I could not; I was hypnotized by Rarity’s intense gaze. “R-R-Rarity...w-what are you doing?” I managed to get out. Rarity said nothing, merely continuing to close the distance between us. Her hips swayed seductively and her high-heels clacked softly with each step she took. “R-Rarity, this is...just supposed to be practice, remember?” I said, chuckling nervously.

Suddenly, Rarity’s horn lit up again, and I was instantly afraid of what she might do with it. In my panic, I didn’t notice Rarity’s large red couch moving towards me until it ran into my legs, knocking me off my feet and sending me sprawling back onto it lengthwise. Within a second of my head hitting the plush cushions, Rarity had crossed the remaining distance between us and pounced on me, using her legs to pin my own to the couch while holding my arms down with an iron grip.

I looked up at her face, which was hovering less than a foot above mine. Her mouth hung open slightly, her heavy breaths flowing forth and caressing my skin. Her blue eyes burned with a fiery passion that I recognized as the look of unfiltered, unrestrained lust. “Anon...” she breathed, “I’m afraid I must apologize to you. My motivations for going out with you were not entirely selfless.” As she spoke, she slowly moved her face closer to mine.

“The truth is, I’ve had my eye on you for quite some time,” she said. “I’ve known you since you were a little boy, but I’ve watched you grow into a fine young man, and a very handsome young man at that. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to get my hands on you.”

“Me?” I said.

“Yes, you,” she cooed. “What, you thought I preferred fancier men? Oh, I got over that phase after the Grand Galloping Gala. I’ve come to realize it would be much better to have a strong, sturdy, dependable man instead. A man who’s not afraid to get his hands dirty. A man who can take everything I have to give him. A man like you. If only your sister hadn’t been so protective of you, then we could have been doing this a long time ago. Imagine my surprise when she shows up here one day and hands you to me on a silver platter. The opportunity was simply too...delicious to pass up.”

Rarity leaned in towards the side of my head and placed her tongue at the top of my neck, slowly drawing it up past my jaw to the spot behind my ear. As she did so, I became aware of her breasts squishing up against my chest. My eyes reflexively looked down; from the angle I was in, I could easily look down her dress and see the prominent cleavage of her pale breasts. Rarity noticed where I was looking as she pulled her head back above mine. “Don’t you know it’s rude to stare at a woman’s breasts?” she said in a teasing tone. “Don’t worry, I don’t mind.”

She reached a hand up and gently pulled down the top of her dress slightly, revealing another inch of cleavage. “There’s so much I can let you see,” she said. “There’s so much I can let you do. There’s so much you can let me do. All you have to do...is say yes. Say yes, and I can make you the happiest man in Equestria.” As she spoke, Rarity slowly leaned her head back in, aiming her lips towards mine.

There were quite a lot of things running through my head in that moment, but something she said rang out loudly and clearly to me, like a foghorn on a stormy night. Rarity said that she could make me happy, but the fact was, I already had a woman in my life who made me happy. I had a woman whose smile could banish my deepest sadness, and whose laughter could make me feel hope in an ocean of despair. I had a woman who I needed more than anything else in the world. I had a woman who I wanted more than anything else in the world.

The only problem was that she didn’t want me. She didn’t want me and she didn’t want to be with me. It had only ever been a fleeting hope that she would change her mind, and that hope had long since disappeared. I’d had my chance to win her heart, I’d had multiple chances in fact, but I had ultimately failed. With her own lips, she had told me that we could never be; she had told me to move on and find someone else to love. Lo and behold, the universe had given me the perfect opportunity to do so.

Rarity was everything a man could want in a woman. She was beautiful, intelligent, caring, and apparently, unafraid of intimacy. No sane man in my position would deny her. So then why, I wondered, did I hesitate? Why did I still feel an ache in my heart, even as I felt an ache in my pants? All I needed to do was say yes, and she would be mine. If I said yes, I could taste those plump, feminine lips hovering just an inch above my own. But as much as my head was telling me to do it, and as much as my other head was agreeing, my heart just wouldn’t let me.

My inner conflict was interrupted by a loud crash and the sound of splintering wood coming from the direction of the front door. Rarity and I reflexively turned our heads toward the sound, her seductive expression turning into one of shock. I saw the door of the boutique flying through the air towards us, crashing onto the ground with a loud thud just a few feet from the couch. Each one of the many door locks had either been horribly broken, or simply ripped off of the wood. The door frame itself was horribly mangled, the locks and hinges having taken a substantial amount of wood with them when they had been ripped off.

In the middle of the door frame, pointed out towards us in a kicking position, was a thick, muscular leg, covered in denim and a leather cowboy boot. The leg was attached to wide hips which, in turn, were connected to a flat stomach, a well-endowed chest, and a head covered in long, yellow hair and a cowboy hat. The face on the front of the head was red, although it was very clearly not the red of embarrassment. The eyes on the face burned like dragonfire, filling me with dread as they stared directly at me.

“A-Applejack?” said Rarity in a shocked tone. “W-What in Equestria are you doing?” Applejack lowered her foot to the floor and slowly walked towards us, never taking her eyes off of me. “What have you done to my door?” Rarity climbed off of me and stood next to the couch, her tone and expression shifting from shock to anger. “Do you realize how expensive it’s going to be to fix this? What are my customers going to think when they see my front door lying in the middle of my boutique? Oh, you’d better be prepared to—” Applejack stopped in place, her head whipping around to look straight at Rarity. When Rarity met her intense gaze, she froze mid-sentence, her mouth slowly closing and her eyes going wide with fear.

Applejack turned back to me, quickly crossing the remaining distance between us. In one swift motion, she leaned down, grabbed a hold of my shirt with both hands, and lifted me up off of the couch and onto my feet. Before I could even get my footing, Applejack released my shirt and reached down, grabbing one of my wrists in a vice-like grip. Without saying a word, she turned and walked right back towards the door, or rather, where the door should have been. As Applejack dragged me along, I turned my head and looked back at Rarity, who looked to be just as shocked and confused at the situation as I was.

Applejack and I left the boutique and walked directly towards Sweet Apple Acres, her looking straight ahead the entire time. It took me a moment after we left for my brain to finish processing what had happened, but when it did, I was able to react in an appropriate manner. “Applejack?” I said tentatively, but she did not respond. “Applejack!” Again, no answer. “Applejack, what the heck do you think you’re doin’? Y-You can’t just break down people’s doors like that! And you can’t just drag me around like a sack of apples either!” I tried to tug my hand out of her grasp, but I didn’t gain even an inch.

I went on like that while Applejack continued to drag me towards home. Luckily, Rarity lived near the outer edge of town, so very few people saw us as we went along. I’m not sure what they thought as they saw her pulling me along with me yelling at her, but I could imagine it wasn’t anything flattering. Her refusal to talk to me or even to look at me only made me more upset. I tried to wrest my arm free a few more times, but I was still not able to break her grip. I probably could have done so if I had put my full strength into it, but I wasn’t angry enough to risk hurting her.

When we reached the outskirts of town, far out of earshot of the closest buildings, I decided that enough was enough. I planted my feet firmly on the ground and stopped walking. “Applejack, I ain’t goin’ any further until you tell me what the heck is goin’ on!” I said loudly. She tried to fight me for a moment, seeing if she could continue pulling me along despite my resistance. She either thought that she was incapable of doing so, or she just gave up trying, as she soon stopped pulling and relaxed her grip on me. I took the opportunity to yank my hand free, her arm falling limply to her side.

We stood there for a moment, the only audible noise being the sound of our heavy breathing. I stared at her, trying to read her body language; she was visibly tense, but also seemed strangely vulnerable and defensive. When she finally turned around and faced me, I could see that her angry expression had softened, but only slightly. If I didn’t know any better, I could have sworn that I saw the beginnings of tears in her eyes.

“Why don’t you tell me what’s goin’ on?” she said loudly. “What in tarnation do you think you were doin’ back there? You’re lucky I showed up when I did, or Celestia knows what would have happened!”

I recognized the tone of her voice, as I had heard it many times before. I had heard it every time she had ever lectured me about being careful around girls. I had heard it every time she had swept in to chase off someone who she deemed unworthy of my attention. I found it annoying at the best of times, but after the emotional rollercoaster I had been on over the past few weeks, and that day in particular, I found it unbearable.

“What was I doin’?” I said. “What was I doin’? I was doin’ exactly what you told me to do, that’s what I was doin’! You’re the one who told me to find someone else to be with! Heck, you’re the one who set me up with Rarity in the first place! But, like always, you just had to swoop in and put a stop to it, didn’t you?”

“You two were only supposed to be practicin’!” she said. “You weren’t supposed to be doin’...that sorta stuff!” Her angry tone faltered for a moment as a noticeable twinge of embarrassment crept into it.

“Oh, you mean the sort of stuff we’ve been doin’?” I said. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business!” Deep down, I wasn’t even sure what would have ended up happening between Rarity and I if we had been left alone, but I wasn’t in the right mood to admit that to her.

Applejack shushed me, quickly glancing around to make sure nobody was nearby. “Keep your voice down!” she whispered angrily. “Someone’ll hear you!”

“I don’t care!” I shouted. “I’ve done everythin’ you’ve told me to do without complainin’, and you’re still not satisfied! I’ve done eveythin’ I have because I love you, and I wanted you to be happy. Well, guess what? I’m tired of it! I’m tired of this back-and-forth between us! I’m tired of you gettin’ my hopes up and then breakin’ my heart over and over and over again! This time, I’m gonna do what makes me happy!

“There’s a woman back there who actually wants to be with me!” I said, pointing behind me in the direction we had come from. “She wants me and she’s not afraid to admit it! Now, I’m goin’ back there right now, and when I get there, I’m gonna get on my knees and beg her to forgive me for all the grief we’ve caused her. And after I do that, I’m gonna take her in my arms and ask her to be my woman.”

“You can’t do that!” shouted Applejack.

“Oh, yeah?” I said. “And why not? Gimme one good reason why I shouldn’t!”

“Because I love you!” said Applejack.

If I had run head-first into a brick wall, it would have been less of a shock to my system than her words were. I stood there, dazed and confused, every thought in my head having vanished instantly. “You...” I said.

“I love you, Anon!” she shouted again. “I love you, and I can’t stand the thought of you bein’ with anyone else!” Her hard expression finally cracked, and the tears that she had been holding back for the entire conversation spewed forth. A sob escaped her lips, and she looked down. “I loved bein’ with you. I loved every minute of it. You made me feel so gosh-darn happy...but I wanted you to be happy too. I thought I could do the right thing. I thought I could handle lettin’ you be with someone else, someone better, but I couldn’t; I cant! I just can’t!”

Applejack sobbed openly and brought her hands up to cover her face. For a moment, I did nothing, my brain struggling to process everything she had said. Luckily, my body was able to run on auto-pilot, stepping forward and pulling my crying sister into a hug. Applejack reacted immediately, wrapping her arms around my chest and burying her face in my neck. I held her tight against me, nuzzling my face against her soft, warm hair.

I was surprised when I heard the first sob come from my own lips. The first was soon followed by another, and before long, I was crying almost as loudly as she was. I had no idea why I was doing it, but I didn’t care. Perhaps they were tears of joy brought on by hearing something I had dreamed of hearing for years. Perhaps I was sad after seeing the love of my life in such emotional pain. Or perhaps I was just releasing all of the anger and frustration I had been holding within myself in the easiest way possible.

She and I cried until our throats hurt and our noses ran. We cried until our limbs ached from holding each other so tightly for so long. We cried until we had no more tears left to cry, and then we cried a little bit more. My senses felt heightened in the afterglow of our cathartic moment, allowing me to feel things my anger had made me blind to. I felt the gentle kiss of the sun on our necks. I felt the gentle caress of the breeze on my skin. I smelled Applejack’s familiar scent emanating from her, making me feel oddly comforted.

“Anon?” whispered Applejack, barely loud enough to hear.

“Yes, AJ?” I whispered back.

“Don’t leave me,” she said. “Please. Please don’t leave me.”

“I won’t,” I said, kissing her neck. “I won’t leave you. I promise. But you have to promise me something too.” Applejack pulled back her head and looked at me, her face moist with tears. “You have to promise me that, from now on, we’ll be honest with each other. No more hiding, no more denial. From now on, we tell each other what we’re feeling, no matter what.” I raised a hand to her face and gently wiped away the tears from her cheek.

Applejack smiled at me; she closed her eyes and inclined her head slightly. “Okay,” she said, nodding her head weakly. “I promise.”

We were laying in the secluded clearing, the same one we had used to practice flirting the week before, although it felt like years had passed since then. I was sitting down on the soft grass, leaning back against a large tree. Applejack was laying on top of me, straddling my hips and wrapping her arms around my shoulders. My own arms were wrapped around her middle, my hands caressing her back and hips. Our lips were pressed together, our tongues sensually massaging each other.

After the episode we had had on the way home, neither of us had felt like getting back to work; the only thing we had had on our minds was each other. We had come here to destress and to enjoy our new, mutual love. We kissed as we never had before: completely free of fear, guilt, or shame. I poured every ounce of love I had for her into that kiss, and she received it gladly.

Getting particularly riled up, I grabbed her and rolled to the side, pressing her down against the soft grass and laying on top of her. Not to be outmaneuvered, she threw her weight against me and rolled us over again. We playfully wrestled with each other, rolling from beneath the shade of the trees out into the middle of the sunny clearing. Our lips parted as we rolled, both of us smiling, laughing, and playfully taunting one another. We finally came to rest with me laying on top of her, both of us breathing heavily. I lowered my head and gently pressed my forehead against hers, staring into her eyes. “I love you, AJ,” I whispered.

“I love you too, Anon,” she whispered back. I placed a soft, gentle kiss on her lips, which she returned. We laid there for a moment, just staring into each others’ eyes and smiling. Suddenly, Applejack looked away, and a troubled look appeared on her face. “You must think I’m so selfish.”

“Selfish?” I said. “Why would I think that?”

“Because I want to keep you for myself,” she said. “You were right; you did have a woman who wanted to be with you, and I kept you from her. I just wanted you so bad, I...didn’t even think about what you wanted.”

“AJ,” I said, stroking her cheek, “what I said back there...I didn’t mean it. I wasn’t really gonna go back to Rarity. I just said that ‘cause...I was mad at you. I don’t love her; I love you. You’re the one I want to be with.”

She looked back into my eyes. “Really?” she said.

“Really,” I said. “And even if that weren’t true, you’d still be the most selfless, carin’ person I know. You’ve spent your whole life takin’ care of me, our family, and everyone around you. You’re not a bad person just ‘cause you want to be with the one you love. You make so many people happy, but you gotta make yourself happy too. You gotta let other people make you happy.”

I leaned in and started kissing and licking her neck, eliciting soft moans from her. While I kissed her, my hand traveled down her body, feeling her curves, eventually reaching her belt. I gently tugged at it, trying to unbuckle it. Applejack’s hand went down and grabbed mine to stop me. “Anon, wait,” she said.

I stopped what I was doing and looked her in the eye again. “Still no?” I said, disappointed, but not angry. She looked at me for a moment, then looked away again. “I’ve seen how you get when you help me out. I hate seein’ you walk away all hot and bothered like that, but you’ve never let me pay you back. Why? You’ve done so much for me, why haven’t you ever let me do anythin’ for you?”

“Because...I was too ashamed,” she said. “After everythin’ I put you through, after eveythin’ I said to you, I couldn’t just turn around and give in. If I had told you that...I liked bein’ with you, then you woulda thought I was a big ol’ hypocrite.”

“AJ,” I said, “I’ll never think less of you for likin’ what you like, but I will think less of you for not bein’ honest. You promised me you wouldn’t hide your feelin’s from me anymore. Tell me the truth, do you want me to love you the way you’ve been lovin’ me?”

She looked back at me, a conflicted expression on her face. “Yes,” she said after a pause, “but...”

“But what?” I said.

“I’m still scared,” she said. “I’m scared that...you won’t like me. I’m scared you’ll think I’m not pretty enough to love.”

I was taken aback at her comment; after a moment of silence, I spoke again. “I love you,” I said resolutely. “I love you just the way you are, and I’ll love you no matter what. Don’t you believe me?”

She looked at me for a moment before her mouth stretched into a weak grin. “I do,” she said softly.

“So then let me see you,” I said. “Let me love you. Let me love all of you.”

She slowly nodded her head. “Okay,” she said, smiling wider.

I placed a trail of kisses on her starting from her lips, going across her cheek, down her neck, and ending at her collarbone. As I went along, my hands moved to her shirt and undid her buttons one by one. When the last button was undone, I gently grabbed both sides of her shirt and peeled them back, exposing her breasts. Even after everything we had been through, the sight of them still made me giddy. She leaned forward, allowing me to slide her shirt off her arms and reach behind her to unhook her bra. I pulled it off of her and threw it on top of her shirt laying nearby.

Unable to hold myself back from those beautiful teardrops, I dove right in, pressing her back against the ground and giving her breasts the tender loving care they deserved. I kissed them all over, licked them all over, sucked them all over. I suckled on her nipples until each one was standing tall and hard as a rock. I massaged them and nuzzled my face into the soft, warm flesh. I played her like a musical instrument, each subtle touch producing a gentle whimper, each firm squeeze followed by a loud moan.

When I felt that I had put her through enough, I continued my trail of kisses down her toned stomach to her belt. I leaned back, realizing that something else had to go before I could tackle her jeans. My hands lightly gripped her right leg, feeling their way down her thigh and calf to the brown boot at the bottom. I took hold of the boot and, with some difficulty, managed to wrest it off of her foot. I set the boot aside and gently laid her leg on the ground, before moving on to the next one. I slowly lifted her left leg into the air and removed the boot from that one, just as I had the first.

Her feet now shoeless, I leaned back in towards her belt, carefully unbuckling it. The buckle undone, I was able to slowly unbutton her jeans and slide the zipper down, giving me a glimpse of her panties. I looked back up at her face as I reached for the sides of her pants. She was blushing, but smiling weakly at me; she nodded at me in approval. I looked back down and slowly lowered her jeans, her lifting her hips up slightly to help me. First, her plain white panties came fully into view, followed by her thick thighs, her knees, her calves, before I pulled the jeans over her sock-covered feet.

I threw her jeans aside and leaned back in, putting my face down near her panties, which already had a large wet spot on them. The tight underwear showed the outline of her prominent womanhood underneath, the sight of which made my heart beat faster and my mouth water. Managing to restrain myself from burying my face in it, I instead kissed my way around her crotch to her inner thigh. I continued slowly kissing my way down her leg, raising it up as I went along. When I got to the top of her calf-length sock, I slowly peeled it off of her foot, revealing her tender sole and the five little piggies wriggling at the end of it.

I tossed her sock aside and carried on, kissing my way to her ankle, her heel, her arch, and the ball of her foot, finishing by placing a soft kiss on each one of her toes. When I got to the end, I turned around and went right on back, kissing my way back up her foot, her long leg, and back to her crotch. I jumped to her other leg and did the same thing for that one that I had done for the first, kissing all the way up and then back down, removing her other sock when I reached it. I had her panties in front of my face again, the wet spot noticeably bigger than it had been before. I looked back up at her and saw that she was blushing hard and shaking slightly. “We can still stop, AJ,” I said softly. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

She gulped and gave me a shaky smile. “It’s alright, Anon,” she said. “I want this; I really do. Please don’t stop.”

I gave her a comforting smile, then looked back between her legs. I reached to her sides and gently slid my fingers under the waistband of her panties. I took one last deep breath, then slowly pulled them down. I drew them over her hips and her butt. I pulled them across her thighs and calves, her legs coming together to allow them to pass. I pulled them over her feet and off of her body, depositing them on top of her jeans nearby. Her legs lowered back to the ground and I placed my hands on her knees, gently pushing them apart.

Looking down between her legs, I finally saw her womanhood in all its glory. The pale skin looked as if it had never seen even a second of sunlight. The entire area was smooth as silk, not a trace of hair visible anywhere. Her plump outer lips were sopping wet, liquid running down from them and dripping onto the grass beneath her. A strange feeling of euphoria came over me as I knelt there, looking down on her. She looked so vulnerable, every inch of her sexy body exposed to the world, and to me. I felt like a wild animal looming over its captured prey, poised ready to ravage it.

Fortunately, I was not a wild animal, and so was able to react to the situation in a somewhat civilized, albeit not particularly eloquent, manner. When I was finally able to peel my eyes away and look back up at her face, I saw that she was blushing hard. She still had a grin on her face, but her eyes looked afraid. She was afraid of me, I realized; or rather, she was afraid of what I might think, what I might say. I wanted to say something to comfort her, but I ended up awkwardly blurting out the first thing I thought of. “You’re so hot, AJ,” I said.

Applejack blushed even harder when I said that. She closed her eyes and turned her head away, but her smile widened, her lips trembling. I slowly crawled back up to her, leaning my head in towards hers. She opened her eyes and looked at me, and I saw that her eyes were moist. I gently grabbed her head and pulled it towards mine, leaning in and kissing her. It was a short, but passionate kiss; a single statement rather than a song, that statement of course being “I love you.”

We pulled back and looked each other in the eye again. Most of her anxiety had visibly melted away, but not quite all of it. “Would you...be more comfortable if...I took mine off too?” I said. She thought about it for a moment, then gently nodded her head. I pulled back and sat down on the grass beside her, swiftly removing my clothes and tossing them aside.

When I was as naked as she was, I gently lay on top of her, my stiff member squeezed between my stomach and hers. We embraced and kissed as we had before, but with a whole new sense of intimacy. Her breasts were squeezed up against my chest, her hard nipples pressing into my skin. Her smooth, feminine legs rubbed against my rougher, masculine legs, and we caressed each other’s feet with our own. One of my hands travelled down her body, rubbing her thighs and gently squeezing one of her butt cheeks, making her moan softly.

When we finally broke our kiss, I looked down at her and smiled. “Are you ready?” I said softly.

“I’m ready,” she said, smiling back at me.

I once again kissed my way down her body, heading straight for her womanhood without taking any detours. I laid on the grass between her legs, the warm blades tickling my stomach. I gazed at her moist lips, barely managing to keep myself from diving right in. Instead, I gently blew a stream of cool air onto her lips, as if I were trying to cool them off. Her body shivered slightly and a shaky breath escaped her lips. I planted a ring of kisses around her womanhood, each one drawing out a soft moan. We shared one final, intense look, before I placed my tongue at the bottom of her lips and slowly licked across their entire length.

The loud, stuttering moan that echoed throughout the clearing as I made contact was music to my ears. As I went further and further up, her breathing quickened and she let out a rapid series of short moans. When I reached the top, I withdrew my tongue from her skin and she visibly relaxed, returning to her slow, heavy breaths. I gave her a moment to recover before I moved back down and gave her another long lick just like the first. She was apparently more prepared the second time, as she managed to contain her moaning somewhat.

When I reached the top again, I slowly moved my tongue back down rather than remove it. I repeated this process, licking my way up and down her lips, each stroke slightly faster and slightly firmer than the last. As the intensity of my licks increased, so too did the intensity of her vocalizations. When I got up to a decent pace, her moans started to sound more like the howling of a wild beast. I kept at it, enjoying every last beautiful note as if I were listening to a symphony.

I kept on going like that for a while, but eventually decided to pause my ministrations, my tongue needing a short break. I lifted my tongue from her skin and looked up at her. She looked down at me with the expression of a child who had just had their favorite toy ripped from their hands. While seeing her with such a cute expression was undeniably arousing, I didn’t want to leave her hanging for too long. I turned my attention back to her womanhood, bringing in my hands for extra assistance. As gently as I could, I pressed my thumbs against her lips and slowly forced them apart, exposing the pink petals of her inner folds.

Again, I gently blew cool air onto the warm flesh, making her shudder and whimper. Leaning back in, I placed my tongue at the base of her entrance, licking all the way up to her little love button at the top. I took care to touch the sensitive area as softly and delicately as if I were touching a baby. Applejack’s reactions were even more intense than her previous ones, her muscles clenching and her hands seizing hold of the grass beside her. I licked her again and again, savoring the taste of the sweet nectar flowing from within her.

While I would have loved to have stayed there listening to her moans for hours, I wanted to hear her do much more than that. My lips and fingers were coated in her juices, which I took as a sign that she was more than ready for what was coming next. I moved my tongue back down to her entrance as if to lick it, but this time, I slowly pressed it inwards, forcing my way into the hot, wet crevice. As I penetrated her, she gasped loudly, and her hips reflexively thrust forward slightly. I pressed my mouth up against her lips so that I could reach as far in as possible. Her walls squeezed tightly together, making my efforts more difficult, but I was undeterred.

Every centimeter of ground I gained was a battle, both to take it and to hold it against her crushing grip. The struggle was enjoyable in a deep, primal sort of way, however. I loved watching her limbs quake, I loved listening to her squeal, and I loved seeing her face contort in pleasure. I had heard once that the tongue was the strongest muscle in the body; I figured that must be true, as I was eventually able to push my way in as far as I could manage to stretch. I stopped there and waited for a moment, giving her time to catch her breath and get used to the sensation.

When her breathing had returned to a somewhat normal intensity, I began my assault in earnest, slowly pulling my tongue out of her almost all the way, before forcefully ramming it back in as far as I could. The first thrust was met with a howl so loud that I worried we might actually be heard, despite being so far away from the house. Her subsequent exclamations were quieter, but only slightly. I slowly increased the frequency of my thrusts, working my way up to a rapid, but manageable pace. After I got up to speed, I began to vary the angle of my assaults, wanting to make sure that no corner of her inner sanctum was untouched. I went in and out, up and down, side to side, covering every square inch twice just to be sure.

My concentration was broken when I felt a hand placed on my head. My eyes glanced upwards as I continued working her, and I saw that she had reached down with one hand and was running her fingers through my hair. Her other hand was gripping one of her breasts, roughly kneading it and playing with its nipple. She raised her head and looked down at me through her cleavage. The look on her face was so precious that I immediately increased the speed of my thrusts just to see her bite her lip and her eyes roll back in her head.

Channeling every bit of strength and energy I had in me into my tongue, I thrust into her as quickly and as forcefully as I could. The effect was immediate, her moans graduating into loud wailing and her hips thrusting against my face. Something I had not anticipated, however, was the two strong thighs to the sides of my face squeezing together around my head. I felt her legs on my back, wrapped together to lock me in place. The pressure from those melon-crushing thighs was intense, but I was much too absorbed in what I was doing to be uncomfortable. Besides, it’s not like I would have wanted to leave the spot I was in even if I was able to.

I gripped her thick thighs in my hands for support and redoubled my efforts. I was done playing around; I was done teasing. I wanted to make her cum, and I wanted to make her cum hard. Mixed in with her moaning and wailing were barely intelligible words, which echoed throughout the clearing. “Oh, yes! Oh, yes!” I heard her shout to the heavens. “I’m gonna...I’m gonna...” A wordless scream pierced the air. “I’m gonna cum!”

Several things happened at once. Her inner walls clamped down around my tongue, squeezing it like a boa constrictor. Her strong legs squeezed my head just as hard; luckily, the soft flesh of her thighs cushioned the pressure. The hand on my head gripped my hair tightly, but not enough to cause me any serious pain. Her back arched up off of the ground and her body shook violently. A long, loud scream rushed from her mouth, which made my ears ring even with the large earmuffs I had covering them. A torrent of liquid spewed forth from her womanhood and filled my mouth, which I eagerly swallowed down.

I continued working her as she rode out her climax, trying to push her to even greater heights of ecstasy. Each wave was accompanied by another spasm, another spurt of sweet juices, and another incomprehensible exclamation to add to the cacophonous medley of squeaks, squeals, and other arousing noises coming from her mouth. I lost track of how long she lasted, but it felt like we were frozen in that one, intense moment for hours. But, eventually, the river flowing from her nethers ran dry and her tense body fell limp on the ground, her mouth letting out nothing but heavy breaths.

We laid there for a while, both of us tired and out of breath. I slowly pulled my tongue, which had long since stopped moving, out of her, eliciting a short, quiet moan. I pulled my head back and rested it against her thigh, drawing much-needed air into my lungs. A few last drops trickled out of her lower lips, and I quickly reached out my tongue and lapped them up. I was the first to recover, my tongue being the only part of my body that was severely exhausted.

Gathering my strength, I rose to my hands and knees and crawled forward. I laid down on my side next to her, reaching up and gently turning her head towards me. Her eyes had been closed, but opened about halfway and looked at me. Her mouth stretched into a weak smile, and I smiled back at her. “How was that?” I said softly.

She gulped and said, “That was...that was amazin’.” I leaned in and pressed my face against hers, and we exchanged a rapid series of short, weak kisses. We closed our eyes and nuzzled each other, rubbing our faces together and kissing each other’s noses, cheeks, and chins, in addition to our lips. “Thank you,” I heard her whisper. “Thank you for lovin’ me.”

I pulled back and opened my eyes; she opened hers and looked at me. “Thank you for lettin’ me love you,” I whispered back.

Applejack slowly pushed herself up off of her back, rolling onto her side, then throwing her weight against me, pushing me onto my back with her laying on me. She repositioned herself so that her body stretched out across mine and her face hovered just above my own. I looked into her tired eyes and saw a deep, loving passion in them. “I wanna make you feel good too,” she whispered. Before I could respond, she leaned in and kissed me, her tongue invading my mouth and caressing my much more tired one.

She pulled back and kissed her way down my body, just as I had done to her. She travelled down my neck, across my chest and stomach, before reaching her destination. She stopped and stared at my member intensely, which was stiff and aching for relief after everything that had happened over the past few minutes. Her face hovered a few inches above it, her warm breath caressing the sensitive skin. Looking down at her, I saw her gulp, her face reddening slightly. I realized that she had never observed me from that close before, and that she was probably feeling slightly nervous even after everything we had done together.

I reached a hand down and lightly stroked her cheek. She looked back up at me, and I tried to give her a comforting smile. It must have been effective, as she smiled back up at me, her expression softening noticeably. She lowered her gaze again as I continued stroking her face and her hair. As I watched, her face lowered towards me, moving painfully slowly. Part of me wanted to just grab hold of her and push her lips onto me, but I managed to hold myself back.

When she finally placed her warm, soft lips onto my shaft, a tingle went up my spine, and my member twitched. She placed a series of small, gentle kisses on me, working her way downward. Reaching the base, she lowered her lips and placed a long, deep kiss on each one of my balls. She looked back up at me, a gleam in her eye and a grin on her face. Keeping her gaze locked on me, she stuck out her tongue and placed it at the base of my shaft, slowly dragging it all the way up to my head. A short moan escaped my throat at the contact, my breathing growing quicker and more erratic as she went along. When she got to my head, she pulled back, giving me a moment to catch my breath.

Her fingers gently wrapped around my shaft, lifting it up off my stomach and holding it perpendicular to my body. She first planted a soft kiss on the very tip, before working her way around my head, kissing every inch of it. Compared to the kisses she had left on the rest of my body, even those on the other parts of my member, these kisses felt significantly more pleasurable, each one making me shudder. For her final kiss, she opened her mouth slightly, wrapping her lips around the tip. Hesitating only for an instant, she moved her head down, slowly forcing my member between her lips and into her mouth.

Her tongue caressed the underside of my member, gently pushing it up against the roof of her mouth. She continued onward, taking more and more of me into her, my tip slowly making its way towards her throat. The feeling of her mouth was unlike anything I had ever felt before. It felt like a warm, wet piece of silk was wrapped around me, although even that description fails to do justice to what I was experiencing. I tried to maintain my composure as she moved, but the odd moan came from my throat every so often. Considering that she had never done this before, she made it an impressive distance down before she finally ground to a halt.

She looked back up at me and smiled with her eyes, her mouth being busy at the moment. The tightness of her mouth suddenly increased tenfold as she started sucking, her soft skin wrapping around me tightly. I gasped reflexively at the surge in stimulation, almost finishing right then and there. However, I was determined to hold out longer, as my pride would not allow me to give in so quickly. I forced myself to take slow, steady breaths and braced myself for what I knew would be coming next.

Maintaining the suction, Applejack slowly lifted her head back up, stopping when her lips got to the bottom of my head. The combination of her tongue, lips, and the soft inner lining of her cheeks on my skin elicited a low, stuttering moan from me. When she slowed to a stop, she quickly reversed course and went right back down again, not stopping until my tip once again reached the back of her mouth. She repeated this process over and over, dragging me out of her before shoving me right back in, going slightly faster each time. Each stroke sent another wave of pleasure rippling through my body, making me shiver and coating my skin in goosebumps.

I rested my head on the soft ground, emptying my mind and savoring every second of her touch. The physical stimulation was incredible on its own, but it was even more arousing when I considered that it was being delivered by my big sister, and the love of my life, Applejack. I had spent years pining for her, wanting nothing more than for her to return my affections and love me as a man, not just a brother. In my head, I recalled the sound of her voice as she told me she loved me. In my ears echoed the soft, lewd noises of the carnal act she was performing, an act which I had spent many lonely nights imagining her doing to me.

As much as I was enjoying her touch, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it for much longer, considering how fast she was going. She had been gradually wearing me down, and the last shred of endurance I still had in me would soon be worn out completely. Mixed in with the constant stream of moans and grunts spewing forth from my mouth, I managed to get out a warning to alert her. “AJ...” I said, “AJ, I’m close.” The words had scarcely left my lips before Applejack suddenly increased her pace dramatically, sucking me as if her life depended on it.

I let out several less-than-flattering vocalizations and gently gripped her bobbing head with both hands. Every time she descended, I lightly pressed down, forcing her to go slightly faster and slightly deeper than she had on her own. The muffled moans and whimpers coming from her throat helped her quickly push me to the edge, and then push me right over. My hands froze just as she was reaching her apex, holding her head in place and preventing her from pulling back any further. My subconscious had seemingly decided on our behalf where I would be depositing my load.

The pressure building up inside of me finally broke free of its confines, exploding out of me in the only way it could. Every muscle in my body clenched at once, and I let out a loud, animalistic roar. My member tensed and began spewing shot after shot of my seed into the soft, warm mouth wrapped around its tip. For every burst that spewed forth, another wave of pleasure swept over me, each one building upon the last until I was drowning in my own ecstasy. I don’t know how many shots I pumped into her; after the eighth one, my brain was too fried to keep track.

My body fought to keep up with the physical demand of my climax, but alas, I was but a mere mortal. With one final clench for good measure, my body threw in the towel, collapsing limply onto the ground. My limbs felt like gelatin, and my head felt fuzzy. I laid there like a corpse, physically incapable of doing anything but listening to my heavy breaths and the pounding of my heart. I was reminded of Applejack’s presence when I felt her head rise up, my powerless hands sliding off of it and falling to my sides. I was too exhausted to raise my head and look at her, so I couldn’t know what she was doing. After a long, silent moment, I heard the sound of a single, large gulp, followed by the sound of heavy breathing.

My eyes fluttered open, staring upwards at the late-afternoon sky above me. I saw Applejack crawl up next to me in my peripheral vision and heard her lay down on the grass to my right. My right arm was gently lifted up and placed on the grass, perpendicular to my body; a head with soft hair and softer skin rested on it. An arm wrapped around me and gently pulled me up onto my right side, my head flopping over to follow it.

Applejack took my left arm and draped it over herself, then wrapped her own arms around me and pulled us both together. She embraced me tightly, her chest squishing up against mine and one of her legs squeezing in between mine. She pressed her lips, which looked as spotless as I had ever seen them, up against mine, giving me one last gentle kiss. She laid her head back down on my arm and slowly closed her eyes, a smile on her face. I allowed my heavy eyelids to close as well, and both of us soon drifted off into unconsciousness, our weary bodies cushioned by soft grass, warmed by the gentle sun, and caressed by a soft, apple-smelling breeze.