Author's Note

Chapter contains: Human/Humanized, Incest, Unrealistic Anatomy, Tickling, Fingering, Sixty-Nine Position

Trust

Applejack stood outside the front door of Carousel Boutique, the morning sun shining down on her. Although, it might be more accurate to say that she was standing in front of the large hole in the building where the front door once stood. The sides of the doorframe looked just as they had the day before: broken and mangled. A white sheet hung from the doorframe at the top, covering the hole and wavering slightly in the wind. Attached to the wall nearby was a small sign that read “Yes, We’re Open”.

Under normal circumstances, Applejack would have no qualms whatsoever about entering the building in front of her. On that particular day, however, she would much rather have strolled into the Everfree Forest than into Rarity’s boutique. She recalled how strong and aggressive she had been the last time she had been there, but this time, she felt as small and meek as the tiniest mouse. A sickening fear and shame gripped her heart and squeezed her tightly. It had taken all of her willpower just to force her legs to carry her to the spot she now stood in, but she still had further to go. She considered turning around and leaving, coming back the next day and trying again, but she knew deep down that it would only be more difficult the longer she waited. Using the love she still felt for her oldest friend as motivation, she forced herself to walk forward, push aside the sheet, and walk inside.

The interior of the boutique looked as it normally did, the front door having been removed from the floor and presumably placed somewhere else. Applejack tentatively walked further in, seeing and hearing no sign of life anywhere. She took a deep breath to calm herself, then opened her mouth to speak. “Rarity? Are...are you here?” she called out tentatively.

Applejack heard Rarity’s voice emanate from the kitchen at the back of the building. “Oh, yes! Yes, I’m here!” Rarity called out frantically. Applejack heard the sound of a scraping chair followed by swift footsteps. “Please forgive the mess, we had a little bit of a...” Rarity stepped out of the kitchen and into the main showroom, falling silent when she saw who she was addressing. She was wearing tight, black jeans and a snug, white t-shirt. Dark smudges on her face suggested that her mascara had been running, but that it had been hastily wiped away. Her eyes looked sad, but she wore a clearly forced smile on her lips.

Rarity froze in place when her eyes fell upon Applejack. Her smile quickly faded and her eyes narrowed, her expression changing to a scowl. She slowly crossed her arms and straightened up to her full height. “Hello, Applejack,” she said in a tone as cold as a windigo’s breath.

Applejack blushed and averted her gaze. “H-Howdy, Rarity,” she said sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck. The feel of her hand on her cutie mark did little to comfort her as Rarity glared daggers at her.

“I’m afraid we’re not open at the moment,” said Rarity. “If you’d like to buy something, you’ll have to come back later.”

“Well, no, I uh...” said Applejack.

“Or perhaps you’re here to kick down my back door as well,” said Rarity in a sarcastic tone, gesturing behind her. “After all, I already have to pay to have the front door fixed, I might as well take care of the back one at the same time.”

Applejack blushed harder, feeling like she’d been slapped in the face. “Rarity, please,” she said. “I just came to...”

Rarity closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. “Applejack, I am really not in the mood for this right now,” said Rarity. “Would you please say whatever it is you came to say and then kindly leave?”

Applejack felt lower than dirt at that moment, but figured she had come too far to give up. “Rarity...” she said, “I came to tell you that...I’m sorry.” Rarity re-crossed her arms and looked back at her, but her expression didn’t change. “I’m sorry for what I did to you. I shouldn’t have barged in on you like I did, and I definitely shouldn’t have busted down your door.” Rarity continued to stare at her silently.

“I know you’re probably mad at me; I deserve it after what I did,” said Applejack. “But, please, don’t be mad at Anon. Don’t be mad at him for what I did; he didn’t have anythin’ to do with it. He’s...he’s a good man. Please don’t think less of him because of this. If you have to take it out on someone, take it out on me, not him. Please.”

Rarity closed her eyes and hung her head slightly, pursing her lips. After a moment of silence, she spoke again. “Do you really mean all that?” she said in a much softer tone.

“I do,” said Applejack. “Every word.”

Rarity chuckled softly and shook her head. “Of course you do,” she said. “You’re you.” She raised her head and opened her eyes; her lips were quivering. “Oh, Applejack, I’m the one who should be sorry.” She uncrossed her arms and quickly walked towards Applejack. “You entrusted me to look after your dear, sweet brother, and what did I do? I let my passions run away with me and almost had my way with him!”

Rarity reached Applejack and took her hands in her own, holding them in front of her. “I know it’s no excuse,” she said, “but after being alone for so long, I just couldn’t bear to let a man like him just walk away from me. I couldn’t bear the thought of him going off to be with some other woman, without me even getting the chance to tell him how I felt about him. You couldn’t possibly know what that’s like.”

“Um...yeah, I, uh...I guess I wouldn’t know what that’s like,” said Applejack, trying to keep a straight face.

Rarity looked into Applejack’s eyes, tears streaming down her face. “Oh, Applejack, my dearest friend,” said Rarity, “can you ever forgive me?”

Applejack was stunned at the display she was witnessing. When she had walked into the boutique, she had expected Rarity to yell and berate her for her foolishness. Having the tables turned so suddenly made her remember that she was speaking with her best friend, one of the most caring and selfless people she knew. The fear she had felt in her heart evaporated, replaced with a profound sense of pity and compassion. “Rarity, of course I forgive you,” she said softly. “I never shoulda been mad at you in the first place.”

Rarity gave Applejack a shaky smile. “I forgive you as well,” she said. “I can’t rightfully stay mad at a woman for being so protective of...someone she cares about.” Rarity wrapped her arms around Applejack and pulled her into a hug. “Friends?”

Applejack returned the embrace and smiled. “Friends,” she said. The two of them stood there silently for a while, each enjoying the tender moment. “So...about your door.”

Rarity pulled back and looked Applejack in the eye. “Oh, it’s...it’s quite alright, darling,” she said in a tone that made clear that she was trying to be polite. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It is a big deal,” said Applejack, “and I want to make it up to you. Why don’t you let me fix it up for you?”

“I appreciate the offer,” said Rarity, “but you really don’t need to go through all that trouble.”

“I want to, though,” said Applejack. “C’mon, Rarity. I can have it fixed up in two shakes of a lamb’s tail. It’s the least I can do.”

Rarity considered Applejack’s offer for a moment. “Well...I would prefer to have it repaired sooner rather than later,” she said. Rarity finally looked Applejack in the eye and smiled. “Alright, Applejack, you can have a go at it, but on one condition.”

“What is it?” said Applejack.

“You have to let me do something for you too,” said Rarity. “It doesn’t have to be right now, but the next time you need help with something, come to me and I’ll do whatever I can. Promise?”

Applejack chuckled softly and smiled back at her. “Okay, I promise,” she said.

“Oh, please,” I said dismissively, “I could totally take you on.” I emptied the bucket of slop in my hands into the trough on the other side of the fence. The pigs quickly detected the smell of their lunch and hurried over, greedily gobbling up the disgusting mixture.

“Anon,” said Applejack, “I could whup your hide faster than you could say ‘Appaloosa’. You got straw for brains if you think otherwise.” She reached into the bag of feed she was carrying and pulled out a handful, scattering it across the ground in front of her. The chickens milling about took note of the food and walked over to gobble it up.

I set down the empty bucket on the ground and casually strolled over towards the fenced-in chicken coop. “I don’t know what to tell you,” I said with a cheeky grin on my face. “I’m bigger than you, I’m stronger than you, and I’m just plain better at brawlin’ than you.” I leaned against the fence, watching her as she worked.

Applejack scoffed at me. “Bigger? I’ll give you that,” she said, scattering another handful of feed on the ground. “Stronger? Maybe. But there’s a heck of a lot more to fighin’ than just bein’ bigger and stronger. You need your wits too, and a whole lotta guts. Frankly, I don’t think you got it in you to beat me.” She looked over her shoulder at me and gave me a teasing grin.

“Care to put your apples where your mouth is?” I said.

She turned around and faced me, a look of playful curiosity on her face. “What do you mean by that?”

“I say you and I have ourselves a little wrestlin’ match later,” I said. “If you’re really so much better than me, then you should be able to beat me without even breakin’ a sweat.”

Applejack set the bag of feed down on the ground and slowly walked over to me. “You really wanna do that, little brother?” she said with a grin. “You ‘member what happened the last time you and I went at it.”

“That was a long time ago, big sis,” I said confidently. “I’m stronger now than I ever have been. Besides, I know your weaknesses now.”

Applejack reached the fence in front of me and leaned on it, bringing her face within a few inches of mine. “Do you now?” she said, giving me a playfully fierce look.

“I do,” giving her a similar look. “What do you say, AJ? You game?”

We stared into each others’ eyes for a moment before she finally spoke. “Alright, big boy, you’re on,” she said. She quickly leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the lips before standing up again. “Hurry up and finish your chores; we’ll see how much fight you got in you after that.”

One long day of chores later, Applejack and I were standing in the clearing that was quickly becoming our favorite hang-out spot. We had come down here at least once a day for over a week, spending almost every free hour we had in each other’s arms. It was during a particularly rough session of play-wrestling that I had started to wonder which one of us was genuinely the better fighter. After all the time we had spent together, I felt I had gotten a pretty good idea of just how strong she was. While she was definitely one of the strongest people I knew, I didn’t think she was necessarily stronger than I was.

I bent down to untie my heavy work boots, while she worked on pulling her feet out of her worn, cowboy boots. We also removed our socks and threw them aside so that they wouldn’t get dirty. Next came our belts, the heavy metal buckles safely lain far away from where we would be going at it. Applejack removed her hat and placed it in the pile with the rest of our apparel. As I watched her stretch and twist in preparation for our match, a particularly invigorating idea came to my mind. “Hey,” I said. “How about you and I make this a bit more interestin’?”

Applejack looked over at me as she stretched out her thick legs. “I don’t know,” she said. “I think wrestlin’ you to the ground’ll be interestin’ enough, but what were you thinkin’ about?”

“How about...” I began, “every time one of us pins the other, they have to take off a piece of clothes.”

“Really?” she said in an amused tone.

“Yeah, really,” I said. “First one to get naked loses. And the loser...has to do whatever the winner wants.”

Applejack chuckled and shook her head. “Boy, when you play, you play for keeps, don’tcha?” she said, smiling. She took a moment to consider my proposal before speaking again. “Alright, Anon,” she said, “you got yourself a deal.” She brought her hand up to her face and loudly spit into it, holding it out towards me afterwards.

Recognizing the gesture, I quickly gave my own hand a similar treatment and took hold of hers, giving it a firm shake. A silent exchange occurred between us as we finished, and we both pulled each other in close. We leaned in and sealed our deal with a deep, passionate smooch in addition to our handshake. “You better get that tongue of yours ready though,” she said as we pulled apart. “I’m gonna put it through one heck of a workout after I win.”

The die cast, the two of us stepped back and took our places in the middle of the clearing. We kneeled down on the soft grass facing each other, our hands poised and ready to grapple. I stared intensely into her eyes, and she started back, a grin on her face. “It isn’t too late to back out, you know,” she said. “If you give up, I won’t make you do anythin’ too embarassin’.”

“You wish,” I said defiantly.

Applejack chuckled, then her smile faded. “Three,” she said.

“Two,” I said.

“One,” she said.

“Go!” we said together.

We flew at each other like wild animals, colliding violently and grabbing hold of one another. We pushed and pulled, but both of us managed to hold our ground for a while. It didn’t take long, however, for both of us to end up laying on the ground, our limbs entangled. Every time I tried to make a move, she was there to counter it. Every time I thought I had gotten an edge over her, she reversed it before I even saw it coming.

I began losing ground, soon realizing that my overconfidence was holding me back. Forcing myself to think of Applejack as a competitor, and not as a woman who I had made squeal on multiple occasions, I summoned all my strength and redoubled my assault. I managed to take her by surprise and knock her off-balance through sheer force, sending her sprawling back on the grass. I was on her in an instant, using my greater body weight to pin her down and count her out.

When she realized she had lost the round, she stopped struggling, looking up at me and breathing heavily. “I was goin’ easy on you,” she said as I climbed off of her.

“I’m sure,” I said sarcastically.

Sitting up, she sighed heavily, and slowly reached for her shirt. She undid the buttons one at a time, peeling the garment off and tossing it aside when she was done. She blushed slightly as I looked at white bra and the large breasts it contained, despite me having seen her in such a state many times before. She looked back at me and her expression grew intense once again. “You better get ready,” she said, “‘cause that’s the only win you’re gettin’ today.”

We took up our starting positions again and commenced a new bout. This time, Applejack was noticeably more ferocious than she had been the first time. She fought with greater speed and strength than before, quickly gaining an edge over me. When I did manage to get her in a spot where I could use my full strength against her, I was able to gain a slight advantage. The problem was, she would often be able to slip away and avoid me before I could get a hold of her properly. I quickly realized that her lesser size was not as great of a detriment as I had thought it would be.

After a particularly poor decision on my part, she was able to take advantage of an opening and get me on my back, sitting on top of me and holding me down. I continued to struggle until she had finished counting me out, then collapsed back on the ground. “Lucky,” I said in between heavy breaths.

“Luck ain’t got anythin’ to do with it,” she said, grinning down at me. She climbed off of me and let me up, and I begrudgingly reached for my own buttons.

When my shirt had joined the growing pile of clothing nearby, we took our positions and started again. The round went similarly to the one before it: Applejack using her superior speed and dexterity to quickly gain an advantage. As we struggled, I also realized that my own strength was waning, while hers was almost as great as it had been when we had first started. I hadn’t thought that her occasional runs with Rainbow Dash would be that much of a boon to her stamina, but I was turning out to be wrong about a great many things that day. After a relatively short round, Applejack once again pinned me and counted me out.

“Don’t feel bad, Anon,” she said teasingly. “There’s no shame in losin’ to a girl.” I tried to keep a straight face as I removed my pants, throwing them onto the pile with the rest of our clothes.

I was starting to worry slightly as we took up our positions once again. The cool breeze blowing through the clearing made it painfully obvious just how far behind I was. Applejack only needed one more win, whereas I needed three to come out on top. I was beginning to think that I might have been a bit hasty in making the deal I had made with her. I made a mental note to never let the head on my neck collaborate with the head below my waist on important decisions ever again.

When we started again, I went all-out, using every trick I knew in a desperate attempt to come out on top. I ducked, I weaved, I floated like a butterfly and stung like a flash bee, but in the end, the result was the same. My muscles were simply too tired to move me quickly enough to keep up with her. Once again, I ended up on my back, with her straddling my chest and holding my legs in the air. I tried to wrest myself from her grip, but she just wouldn’t let me go.

Applejack looked over shoulder and grinned. “One,” she said slowly. I tried to grab her and push her off of me, but she was too firmly planted. “Two.” Her smile grew even wider. I was really thrashing at that point, trying to find any opening, any weakness that I could exploit, but it was in vain. Suddenly, into my panicked mind popped an idea, one which I was in no position to ignore.

“Thr—” she began, but was cut off as my hands flew to her exposed armpits and dug into the smooth, tender flesh, immediately eliciting a loud squeal. I tickled her relentlessly, diverting every last bit of energy I had in me to my fingers. Applejack erupted in a flood of laughter and reflexively loosened her grip on me. Seizing the opportunity, I managed to free my legs and plant my feet firmly on the ground. I quickly wrapped my arms around her middle and, kicking forcefully, managed to haul her off of me and roll onto my side.

She quickly recovered from my unorthodox technique and refocused, but she was a split second too late. I was on her before she could react, throwing my weight against her and rolling her onto her back. I bore down upon her, not willing to let the opportunity pass me up. I pinned her back and arms to the ground while quickly counting her out. She lay there breathing heavily, looking up at me with an unhappy look on her face. “You cheated!” she said.

“Did I?” I said, letting her up. “I don’t recall us makin’ any rules about ticklin’.”

“W-Well, yeah, but it’s...it’s just common sense!” she said. “This is a wrestlin’ match, not a tickle fight!”

“You can call it whatever you like,” I said, “but I still won, and you still gotta lose those pants.” She glared at me for a moment, before grumbling and reaching for her zipper. Her jeans were soon tossed on the pile, her long, thick legs exposed to the world.

“Those dirty tricks of yours ain’t gonna work twice,” she said, getting into her starting position.

“We’ll see,” I said, trying to sound confident.

We started again and, as expected, things went about as well as the last time. Unlike the last time, however, I was able to keep myself out of any serious trouble by sending my fingers to her underarms at critical moments. As she was consumed by laughter, I repositioned myself and came at her again from different angles. By employing this method, I was able to gain the upper hand once again, eventually forcing her to the ground and pinning her. She said nothing as she got up and removed her bra, letting her large breasts dangle feely.

Her face was bright red as we prepared for the last round, although I couldn’t tell if it was from shame or anger. Applejack flew at me with an animalistic fury that might have been arousing if it hadn’t been so terrifying. She moved with such strength and speed that I would easily have been overwhelmed if I didn’t resort to tickling her. I ended up having to keep my fingers dancing across her skin almost the entire time, and even then, I barely managed to defeat her. I ended up on top of her, our faces inches apart from each other. I forced her thighs back against her with my own, her calves and feet flailing in a desperate attempt to escape. Her large breasts were pressed up against my chest, and I held her arms agains the ground above her head.

She stopped struggling before I had even finished counting her out, realizing that she had been beaten. We laid there for a moment staring into each other’s eyes, our hot, sweaty bodies pressed together. Her face was still red, but she didn’t look angry anymore. She looked away from me and closed her eyes. “Alright,” she said softly, “you win.” I got off of her and crawled backwards, kneeling between her legs. Reaching down to her hips, I grabbed her panties and gently pulled them down her legs and off of her, throwing them onto the pile.

As I looked down at her beautiful womanhood, I was quick to notice that her lips were sopping wet. I found this curious, as I had not made any effort to get her worked up. Granted, I was a bit excited as well just from all the physical contact we had made, but I was not nearly as aroused as she evidently was. Applejack pushed herself up into a sitting position, crossing her arms over her erect nipples and looking away, a pouty expression on her face. I crawled around her and sat down with her between my legs, wrapping my arms around her stomach and gently pulling her back against me. “Hey,” I said softly, leaning in and giving her a peck on the cheek, “I love you.”

She turned her head and looked at glared at me for a moment, before she closed her eyes and sighed. The unhappy look on her face melted away and her lips stretched into a small smile. Her big green eyes opened again and looked into mine. “I love you too,” she said, leaning in and giving me a long, gentle kiss. When she finally pulled back, she added, “Even if you are a cheat.”

“You know what they say: all’s fair in love and war,” I said, “or something like that.”

Applejack smirked at me for a moment, then her grin faded and she looked down. “So, um...what do you...want me to do?” she said.

“First,” I said, “I want you tell me why you’re so wet.”

Applejack squeezed her thighs together to hide her slick nethers and turned her head away, blushing slightly. “I...I don’t know what you mean,” she said.

“AJ,” I said in a stern, but gentle tone, like that of a parent lecturing a young child who had committed some wrong.

She sighed loudly, then took a deep breath. “Alright, you got me,” she said. “I am feelin’ mighty...worked up right now.”

“Why were you tryin’ to hide from me, though?” I said softly. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you like this before.”

“It’s different,” she said. “It’s one thing to feel like this when we’re...you know...doin’ stuff. It’s somethin’ else to start feelin’ like this when you weren’t even touchin’ me down there.”

“I don’t get it,” I said. “What exactly got you all hot and bothered like this?”

“I don’t know,” she said.

“Was it when we were wrestlin’?” I said. “Did you like that?”

“I suppose,” she said tentatively.

“Did you like it when I pinned you?” I said. “When I held you down underneath me?”

“I...” she said.

“Did you...like it when I tickled you?” I said. Applejack blushed intensely and turned her head away from me, keeping me from seeing her face. “Tell me, AJ. Please.” A pause, then she gently nodded her head. “Why are you so ashamed of that?”

“Because it’s weird!” she blurted out. “Normal girls...don’t like that sorta thing. I didn’t wanna tell you what I was feelin’ ‘cause...I didn’t want you to think I was weird.”

I was a bit taken aback by her admission, not immediately knowing how to respond. After a moment had passed, I ventured to try and comfort her. “AJ, I didn’t fall in love with you because you were normal,” I said. “I fell in love with you because you’re the most amazin’, extraordinary woman I know. I don’t want you to be normal, and I don’t want you to think you have to be normal for me to love you. I’ll love you no matter what; you gotta believe that.” I planted a gentle kiss on the back of her neck, right on her cutie mark.

Applejack said nothing, merely continuing to stare off away from me. A moment later, I heard her sniffle, and she slowly turned her head back around to look at me. Her eyes were moist, and her lips were trembling. She leaned in and nuzzled her face against mine, still sniffling occasionally. I felt her body begin to shake, and I tightened my embrace, holding her against my steady chest.

After a minute had passed and Applejack had calmed down, I spoke again. “You know what I want you to do, AJ?” I said. She looked into my eyes expectantly. “I want you tell me the truth. I want you to tell me exactly want you want me to do to you. And then, I want you to let me do it.”

Applejack’s gaze dropped, and she looked to be thinking about what I had said. “You promise you won’t think I’m...weird if I do?” she said.

“I promise,” I said, giving her a comforting smile.

She looked back up at me and smiled weakly. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll do it.” I waited patiently while Applejack collected her thoughts. “So...when we’re out here, rollin’ around like we do...I always like it when you lay on top of me. I love feelin’ your weight on me, and I love wrappin’ myself around you and holdin’ you tight. I love the feel of havin’ the earth below me and you above me. It just makes me feel so...safe. It makes me feel like nothin’ can get to me while you’re there.”

“Go on,” I said softly.

“And...when we were tusslin’...I liked it then too,” she said. “Don’t get me wrong, kickin’ your butt was pretty fun.” She flashed me a teasing look. “But when you beat me...when you pinned me to the ground and held me there...I liked that too, for some reason. I felt so weak and helpless, but I still enjoyed it somehow. I don’t know how to say it, but it just felt so...comfortin’, if that makes a lick of sense.”

“And when I tickled you?” I said.

“Well, I was surprised at first, surprised how easily you were able to turn the tables on me,” she said. “I was beatin’ you; I was beatin’ you bad, but you still came out on top. I was givin’ it everythin’ I had at the end, but you took me down like it was nothin’. You were layin’ on top of me, holdin’ me down so I couldn’t move an inch. You just seemed so big and strong that I...” Applejack looked right at me, a burning passion in her eyes. “I wanted you so bad right then. I wanted you to just...hold me down and have your way with me, right then and there.” When she realized what she had said, her eyes widened, her cheeks reddened, and she looked away.

“Do you still want that?” I said. “Do you want me to be the strong one? Do you want me to hold you down and...do what I want to do with you?”

Applejack looked into my eyes; after a moment, she opened her mouth to speak. “Yes,” she said softly. “I want that.”

We slowly moved out faces together, and out lips met in a slow, gentle kiss. Our lips gently rubbed together, and our tongues met between us and gently caressed each other. As we kissed, I moved my hands down from her stomach to her legs, placing them in between her thighs. Applejack assisted me as I gently pried her legs apart, exposing her womanhood to the cool air. When her legs were suitably spread, I raised my own legs up and placed them over hers, pressing down on them firmly, but gently, to keep them from moving. I gently took her arms and placed them at her sides, wrapping my own arms around them to keep her from raising them.

Keeping her arms pinned, I reached up to her breasts, cupping them and lightly squeezing them. I massaged the soft flesh, making her moan softly into my mouth. When I worked my way up to her nipples, I lightly stroked the hard nubs with my thumbs, rolling them around and eliciting more intense moans. Feeling them expand to their full length and hardness, I took them in my fingers and gently squeezed them. Our kiss broke as she gasped, breathing heavily and shivering slightly. Moving away from her lips, I licked and kissed her neck while holding her tightly with all of my limbs.

I teased her for another minute or so before I moved on to the next phase of my plan. Releasing her breasts, I crossed my arms over her chest, holding her arms in place while moving my hands towards her armpits. Still dazed from pleasure, Applejack did not seem to notice what I was doing until it was too late to stop me. Slipping my fingers under her arms, I pressed my fingers into the soft, smooth flesh of her armpits, tickling them gently. Immediately, she began to giggle and squirm reflexively.

After a few moments of light tickling, I preemptively squeezed her tightly and then dug my fingers into her skin, tickling her rapidly and intensely. Her light giggles turned to roaring laughter, and she wriggled and shook in my grasp. I could tell that she was not trying to break free of me in earnest, but even if she had been, I still probably could have kept hold of her. While my hands worked on her armpits, my tongue dug into the base of her neck, tickling her there as well. I kept up my multi-front assault for a while, then suddenly reverting back to my lighter touch, letting her catch her breath in between her soft giggling.

When I felt she was ready for another round, I ramped back up again, tickling her even more intensely than I had before. Applejack threw back her head and screamed to the heavens, her limbs struggling fruitlessly to escape me. I alternated between my lighter and harder tickling, being careful to make sure she never got too out of breath. In addition to working her underarms, I also let a hands drift down and tickle the sides of her stomach, making her squirm in a noticeably different manner. Several minutes passed like this before I finally pulled my hands away from her ticklish spots, giving her a long rest.

Her once-strong body felt weak and tired in my arms, and her head leaned limply back against mine. I gently kissed her cheek and her neck, paying extra attention to her cutie mark. While I did this, one of my hands slowly drifted down between her legs to her sopping-wet lips. I lightly stroked her, making her buck her hips reflexively and let out a stuttering moan. I went up and down slowly, petting her with just enough force to make her moan. My fingers were soon coated in her juices, the lubrication letting them slide across her skin with almost no resistance.

When her moans reached a suitable intensity, I gently pressed a finger between her lips and up against her entrance, stroking her soft inner folds. She gasped and squealed as I kept going, slowly pushing my finger inside of her almost all the way to the knuckle. Her walls squeezed me tightly, vainly trying to impede the invader working its way inside of her. When I got deep enough, I reversed course and started pulling back out, stopping before I withdrew completely. I rhythmically thrust my finger into her, gradually increasing speed over time. Applejack was soon moaning and wailing loudly, her noises sounding like sweet music to my ears.

When I got up to a decent speed, and I felt that she was suitably warmed up, I decided to enact the next phase of my plan. I pulled my finger all the way out, her walls squeezing me to try and prevent my departure. She turned her head and gave me a desperate, needy look; I gave her a comforting smile in return. While I had fingered her before, I had only ever used one finger at a time to do so; that was about to change. Her eyes went wide and she gasped as I placed the tips of two of my fingers against her entrance, gently pushing them into her.

The going was even more difficult than before, as the intruder forcing its way into her was now twice as large as it had been before. On the plus side, I was able to stroke twice as much of her tender flesh, which had the unintended bonus of making her moan twice as loud. This time, I kept going until I had forced myself in all the way to my knuckles. After giving her a short moment to get used to the feeling of being filled so much, I resumed my thrusting, starting slow and working my way back up to my previous speed. I made sure to vary the angle of my thrusts, caressing every inch of her that I could reach.

Applejack’s body twitched and spasmed as I tended to her, her hips bucking, her toes curling, and her shoulders shaking. I tightened my embrace, minimizing her squirming and pressing us together even more tightly. Due to us having spent many long hours in each other’s arms by that point, I could tell by the sound of her vocalizations when she was nearing her climax. Seeing that she was not far off, I enacted the final phase of my plan. While I continued to thrust into her with one hand, my other hand made its way back up to one of her armpits. Too distracted by her pleasure, she didn’t notice what I was doing until she felt my fingers once again dive into the soft flesh under her arm.

The sweet moaning emanating from her lips was immediately joined by a torrent of intense laughter as I tickled her mercilessly. The two very distinct noises mixed in her throat, combining to form a sound that I found difficult to put a name to, but was also undeniably arousing. Her strange wailing echoed throughout the clearing, letting every blade of grass, every tree, and every apple on those trees know exactly how she was feeling. Her body shook violently, no doubt overwhelmed by the dual assault of two very different physical sensations, each of which would have been staggering on their own. Thanks to my mighty bear hug, however, she was unable to do anything to escape my touch, although I doubted that she even wanted to.

I thrust into her as quickly as I could, willing her to finish. When I heard her strange, undulating moaning flow into a loud scream that made my ears ring, I knew I had completed my self-appointed mission. Her walls clamped down around my fingers, and I felt a tidal wave of warm fluid coat my hand. Her hips bucked wildly and her legs shook, almost breaking free of my hold. I felt her body tense in my arms and saw her chest heave. Her face contorted in an intense expression of pleasure, her mouth struggling to let air in and let her moans out at the same time. I kept up my thrusting and my tickling while she rode out her orgasm, not stopping until I felt her body fall limp like a rag doll in my arms.

My tired fingers finally came to a rest, the ones in her armpit withdrawing immediately. Applejack leaned back against me, her head weakly resting against mine. I couldn’t detect a single movement from any of her muscles, save for the rise and fall of her chest. Her breathing was so heavy that I was almost a bit concerned that I had pushed her too far. Eventually though, her breathing returned to a somewhat normal intensity. I slowly withdrew my fingers from her, a slight twitch of her inner walls and a staggered breath being the only indications that she even noticed.

I released my grip on her, freeing her arms and legs, not that she was in any state to use them. I scooted backward slightly, letting her head rest on my chest. While she recovered, I gently rubbed her head with one hand and nuzzled her hair, planting soft kisses on her forehead. I moved my other hand to her stomach, lightly caressing her skin with the tips of my fingers. After a minute or two of us lying there like that, I saw her eyelids flutter open. She looked up at me and gave me a weak smile.

“Hey,” I said softly, smiling back at her.

“Hey,” she said just as softly.

“Are you alright?” I said. “Was that too much?”

Applejack gulped, then opened her mouth to talk. “That was...the best...the best I’ve...I’ve ever had,” she said, her words coasting on her weak exhalations.

“Glad to hear it,” I said.

Applejack’s eyes dropped a moment later, and her smile faded slightly. “I feel...a bit guilty, though,” she said.

“Why?” I said.

“I was supposed to be doin’...somethin’ for you,” she said. “But you ended up doin’ what I wanted anyway.”

“I wanted to do it too,” I said.

“I know, but still...” said Applejack, looking back up at me. “You went along with somethin’ I wanted; let me do the same for you. There has to be somethin’ you want to do with me.”

“Well...yeah,” I said. “But are you okay to go again?”

“Don’t you worry about me,” she said, smiling. “This gal ain’t outta the rodeo yet.”

“Alright, if you think you’re up for it,” I said, smiling, “there is...one thing I’ve been wantin’ to try with you.”

“Tell me,” she said.

“Well...do you know what a sixty-nine is?” I said.

“No,” she said, a hint of confusion clouding her loving expression. “What is that?”

“It just means that we do what we normally do to each other, but...at the same time,” I said.

“At the same time?” she said, her confused expression intensifying. “But...how does that work?”

“I can show you...if you want to try it, that is,” I said.

“Okay,” she said, sounding puzzled, but not hesitant.

I placed my hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her up off of me. Applejack sat up and watched as I moved and laid down next to her, resting my head on the grass. “Alright,” I said, looking back up at her, “now you get on top of me.”

Applejack seemingly realized what I meant, as she crawled over on her hands and knees and positioned herself above me. Her knees were next to my shoulders and her feet were positioned on either side of my face. Hanging above me was her big, beautiful butt and her still-wet womanhood, the combined sight of which was almost overwhelming. “Um...I’m gonna have to...sit on your face to do this, aren’t I?” she said. “You sure you want to do this?”

“Absolutely,” I said without hesitation.

“Okay,” she said hesitantly, “here I come.” I watched with eager anticipation as Applejack slowly lowered herself down onto me. While the journey probably only took a few seconds at most, in my mind, it felt as if whole minutes went by. It took all of my willpower not to grab her by her hips and bury my face in her flesh immediately. Eventually, however, my patience was rewarded when her glorious posterior came to rest on my face, her ample cheeks smothering almost every square inch.

The feeling of her soft, warm skin on mine was too heavenly to describe with words. Her lower lips rested on my mouth, a small dribble of her juices leaking out and falling between my lips. The aroma that made its way into my nose was a combination of sweat, earth, and her familiar feminine scent. I could tell that she was being careful, as she did not put her full weight on me. I laid there for a moment, enjoying the sensations and the thrill of doing something I had fantasized about doing for many years.

When the euphoria started to wear off, I got to work, opening my mouth and letting my tongue slip out. I gently lapped at her lips, licking up every remaining drop of liquid still on them. I made sure to be careful with her sensitive womanhood after the harsh treatment I had given it a few minutes before. Applejack responded immediately, letting out a stream of soft whimpers and moans. After a few moments of enjoying my touch, she leaned down in preparation to return the favor.

The first thing I felt was her heavy breasts coming to rest on my stomach, smooshing against me as she moved into position. I felt her hot, heavy breaths on my skin as her face hovered above my stiff member, which was aching for relief after everything we had done that afternoon. I felt her grasp it gently and angle it upwards, preparing it for its journey into her hot, wet hole. A soft kiss was planted on my tip, followed by the strong, but gentle touch of her tongue on my head. She drew circles around it, ensuring it would be sufficiently lubricated for what it was about to do.

When she felt I was ready, Applejack wrapped her lips around me and slowly lowered her head, slowly taking me into her mouth. The sensation was as pleasurable as ever, even more so after all of the practice she had had over the past couple of weeks. She had learned fairly quickly how to lick and suck me to produce the greatest effect, and she was not shy about using each and every trick she had up her sleeve. I had even noticed that she had been working on taking me deeper every time we had one of our private meetings. While she still couldn’t take my entire length into her, she was able to go at least another inch down compared to her first time.

A surge of pleasure coursed through me as Applejack began bobbing her head, quickly sending me into a state of sexual bliss. Her touch inspired me to step up my own game, and I quickly redoubled my own efforts. I raised my arms up and wrapped them around her middle, squeezing her tightly and pulling her down onto me even more. My tongue gently worked its way past her outer lips to her inner folds and then through her tight entrance. I slowly pushed my way inside, again taking care not to be too rough with her. I heard her muffled moans as I wormed my way between her tight walls as far as I could go. When I was ready, I began slowly thrusting in and out of her, eliciting even more moaning.

After all the time we had spent together, we had both become very familiar with each other’s bodies. I had come to learn which spots to touch and how to touch them to make her squeal the loudest. While the angle I was in presented an interesting challenge, I was soon able to orient myself correctly and go at her with my usual fervor. Both of us soon got into our respective rhythms, and a sort of unspoken competition was started. While I thought that she wouldn’t be able to last long, given how soon it had been since her last orgasm, I realized that I might not be far away myself, due to how pent-up I was.

We soon spiraled into a positive feedback loop of pleasure, each of us taking the other’s passion into ourselves and putting it right back into our own ministrations. I felt her mouth, wrapped tightly around my shaft, vibrate slightly as she moaned. I, too, was letting out my fair share of vocalizations, which were muffled by the puffy lips pressed against my own. My hands wandered down her body to her butt, taking hold of her cheeks and kneading them roughly. In response, Applejack wrapped her arms around my thighs, lifting them up and holding them in a tight grip.

It did not take us very long to reach our respective climaxes. We worked quickly and intensely, each of us wanting to make the other finish first. Applejack began to grind herself on my face, trying to force me even deeper into her. At the same time, my hips began bucking upwards reflexively in response to the pleasure she was giving me. I sent my tongue to her most sensitive spots, enjoying the idea of defeating her a second time that day. Not one to give up easily, Applejack took me as deeply as she possibly could, her mouth squeezing me as tightly as a vacuum.

In the end, our petty competition proved to be pointless, as we each fell over the edge at the exact same moment. As my will finally crumbled, I gripped her tightly and let out a loud grunt straight into her lips. Down below, I erupted into her mouth, pumping burst after burst of my seed into her, which she quickly gulped down. She reciprocated by moaning loudly and letting loose a flood of her own delicious juices into my mouth, which I swallowed greedily. I felt her body clench and spasm against me, as I was sure that she felt mine do similarly. We rode out the waves of pleasure together, made even more intense by the knowledge that we were sharing it together.

All good things must come to an end, unfortunately, as we both had learned many times before. Our already-weary bodies eventually gave in, and we both fell limp, utterly exhausted by our ordeal. We laid there for a while enjoying the afterglow, weakly caressing each other with our weary tongues. I swallowed down the small trickle of juices that flowed into my mouth; I imagined that Applejack was doing something similar on her end. I slowly pulled my tongue back out of her, freeing my mouth and allowing me to take much-needed air into my lungs. I felt her slowly lift her head and pull me out of her, letting my member flop back down onto my stomach. I felt her rest her head on my thigh, her heavy breaths caressing my sensitive skin.

When my mind began to clear and my breathing returned to normal, I raised a hand and lightly tapped her on her back. Taking the hint, Applejack summoned her remaining strength and managed to roll herself off of me, lying stretched out on the grass beside me. Gathering my own strength, I rolled onto my belly and crawled over her, collapsing down onto her with our heads next to each other. I felt her lift her arms and weakly wrap them around me; I followed her lead and embraced her as well as I could. We nuzzled each other’s necks, kissing and licking each other gently.

“I love you,” she whispered in my ear.

“I love you too,” I whispered back.