Strung Up Apples

“H-hello? Is anypony there?”

Applejack waited for a few moments before sighing. Must’ve been the wind. Again.

She stared up again and strained once more to pull the rope around her forehooves down, but with her strung up the way she was, she had absolutely no leverage to give it a good yank off the branch the top part of the rope had gotten lashed on.

In truth, Applejack dreaded the moment somepony came to find her. She wasn’t sure she could take the embarrassment. Worse if it was her friend Rainbow Dash or Pinkie Pie. They might not let her live it down. Especially considering the vulnerable position this left her in.

At this point though, she was slowly starting to wish that just about anypony would show up. She’d already been strung up something close to an hour, and her hooves and body were sore having been stretched in this awkward position for so long…

Another crunch of leaves had her ears and head swivel as she awkwardly turned on the tips of her toes. There! That just had to be somepony right? She dreaded being found, but she didn’t think she could take much more of this!

“Hello!? Please, is anypony there!? I need help!” she called out desperately.

She waited a beat. Then two. She was just about to give it up as being yet another trick of the wind, when she heard it again, a rustle in the bushes and a voice call out.

“Hello? Is there someone hurt?” a voice called out. A young male voice.

Applejack’s face lit aflame at the thought of a stallion finding her like this, but at this point she was desperate.

“Over here! I need help! Please! I’m stuck!”

The rustling got closer and Applejack sagged slightly in relief even as her heart pounded in dread. She continued to call out and the sound of a pony’s hurried hoofsteps got closer and closer until a pale yellow Pegasus burst into the clearing beneath the tree she was stuck under.

Her eyes quickly took in his appearance as his own took in hers and his eyes widened in shocked surprise. He wasn’t bad looking for a stallion, part of her decided. Coat much paler yellow than her friend Fluttershy’s, with brick red tousled mane, with a lighter red bang jutting out, and an oddly long tail. His size was decently larger than her’s another part of her noted, made even more so from his surprisingly large wings flared wide to go with his shocked surprise, which had given way to a rosy hue as he abruptly turned away.

“W-wait!” she called out, panicked at his reaction. Was he leaving? “I know what this looks like, but I swear I didn’t do this on purpose! I was trying to lasso a varmint outta the tree an’ didn’t notice it had a friend that struck me from behind at the same time. Next thing I know my rope hit a branch and my arms were entangled and I’ve been stuck here since! Please, you gotta help me down!”

Her would be rescuer glanced at her out of the corner of his eye during her explanation, blushed, and looked away again. She felt crestfallen as he seemingly continued to ignore her.

“Please…” she said, throwing her pride to the wind and begging quietly.

The stallion seemingly shook his head and called out loudly, still refusing to look her way, “You don’t have to worry. I’ll help you down. I just… I just need a moment.”

Relief warred with confusion. Applejack regarded the Pegasus curiously and asked, “Why? What’s wrong?”

A visible shiver went up the stallion’s back as he responded. “Nothing!” he answered quickly, “That is…” he amended, “…I wasn’t exactly expecting to find you like this, Applejack. It came as a bit of a shock. I just need a moment to… get a hold of myself.”

It took her a moment and the sight of him visibly straining to bring his wings back under control before she got it and she blushed even more. “Oh…” she said quietly. She couldn’t help but note the way he was sitting now hid a certain part of him from view, which was likely rather intentional now that she thought about it.

She was now very aware of the fact that an aroused male was sitting not but a few feet away and just how… helpless her position made her. Her mind was in turmoil at this point as she appreciated the fact that he hadn’t just leapt at the opportunity presented, while a traitorous part of her rather resented the fact that he hadn’t. She desperately tried to make that part of her shut up.

Eventually, the stallion was able to bring his wings in, but he still didn’t move. What was he waiting for? She couldn’t do anything but wait, but she really wanted him to do something and was getting impatient!

“Look,” she eventually said, “I appreciate what you’re tryin to do, uh…” she trailed off, realizing she didn’t know his name.

“Angel,” he said, “Visiting from out of town, looking for a place to settle, and been looking around for about a week or two thinking this might be it.” He replied, to which she nodded, remembering him and the welcome party Pinkie threw for him now. “Look, just… I’m going to get you down now. Just… don’t take this the wrong way ok? I tried to bring myself back under control, but it’s not working.”

The stallion, Angel, slowly stood up and stiffly turned around. While his wings were riggedly tucked against his side and quivered from the effort, Applejack’s eyes couldn’t help but be drawn down to the girth jutting her way and bobbing in greeting. She gulped.

“Please don’t take this the wrong way,” he said, his eyes and voice practically begging her. “I’m not going to do anything. I’m just going to get you down. I can’t get it under any more control than it is. I won’t do anything to you. I’m just trying to get you down, ok?”

Applejack looked into his eyes and nodded. She believed him. While his shaft did speak one story, his eyes said another. She could appreciate that and the greater part of her relaxed as he approached, even if she couldn’t stop the blush from embarrassment at the situation in general…

He came to a stop a few feet in front of her, his eyes pointed determinedly upwards at the knot of rope holding her forehooves off the ground. He frowned as a crease formed between his eyebrows, obviously deep in thought as he muttered, “How should I… Maybe if…” his eyes darted over her form for just a moment before refocusing on the rope again, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of his face.

Angel then looked intensely into her eyes, which caused her heart to pound slightly even as she recognized the effort he was going through not to look down at the rest of her. “I need to reach the knot. So I’m going to have to stand up. I’ll try to get at it from the side, because… well… you know.” He trailed off as his eyes went to the side awkwardly as she nodded. Yes, she did know. She knew exactly what position that would put them in and the mere thought of it made her heart pound, though in fear or excitement even she wasn’t sure anymore at this point.

Seemingly taking her nod for her assent, Angel stepped closer to her and she held still as he shuffled to her side then stood up on his hind legs and approached closer.

Applejack’s heart nearly stopped and restarted several times as she was suddenly aware of the stallion practically looming over her, his presence surrounding her and enveloping her even as his eyes and forehooves were pointed up to stretch towards the knot.

He took a further step forward, to reach it…

They both jerked slightly as his length poked her cutie mark, him back, and her in surprise as his maleness and its closeness were brought into sharp, stark focus.

“S-sorry,” he said hurriedly.

Applejack shook her head. “It’s ok,” she replied quietly, though just what she meant by how it was ok even she didn’t know at this point.

Angel strained to reach with his hooves, groaning from the effort and trying not to overbalance and fall into her. Finally he stopped with a grunt. “I-I’m sorry. I have to get… closer.” She could hear him gulp as he said that.

She took a moment to try and calm her pounding heart and nodded. “Go ahead.”

With another shuffled step forward, Angel reached the knot… and his staff jabbed and pulsed against her side. She closed her eyes and gulped, sweat beading on her brow.

Angel took a moment to steady himself, and tried to get at the knot. He quickly realized though that with the knot positioned the way it was directly in front of her hooves, that he could only reach it with the one hoof, and it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t get any leverage on it that way.

With a gulp and a growing feeling of dismay, he quickly realized what he would have to do.

“I-I can’t get it from here,” he told her, “The knot is between your hooves and the way they’re pressed together means I can only get at them from the front, and I need both hooves, so I…”

“You have to move in front of me,” Applejack finished for him, closing her eyes and trying once again to will her heart to go down. “I understand.” She said, nodding again.

Angel took a deep breath while leaning back slightly, which took his cock off her cutie mark, which she could almost swear felt hot from the contact. He then shuffled from her side to in front of her, then stepped forward to once again reach the knot.

“Eep!” she squeaked, a noise she never thought she’d ever hear out of her own mouth, ever, when this abruptly brought his cock to rest against her, the tip just below her waist, and his length just below that against the top of her mound. Her sensitive flesh quivered as she felt every throb and pulse as blood flowed through his cock to the pulse of his heartbeat. She bit her lip as she closed her eyes, trying and failing to keep herself under control even as the feel of him against her was driving her mad…

Angel for his part desperately tried to keep himself under control and focus on the problem at hand, namely the knot in between his forehooves. As he struggled with it, he grunted in frustration as it refused to yield to his touch. It felt like it was almost impossibly tight, like it’d been getting tugged at for the past hour, which upon reflection, it likely had. With his forelimbs stretched out like this he couldn’t get much leverage, even with his height giving him a bit of extra reach.

Still, he tried to get it loose as best he could, straining, before giving up with a grunt and sigh. If only he had more height so he could get more leverage!

Backing away, he looked around, casting for something to help him, while unbeknownst to him, Applejack’s eyes were crossed and she was just barely recovering from the grinding he’d accidently put her through.

Eventually his eyes settled upon a rock that might do the trick. Not overly large but hopefully it would give him the height he needed to get some leverage. “I’m going to try and use this rock so I can get some height so I can reach the knot better,” he explained to the tied up mare, who followed his path with her eyes, slightly out of it.

Giving the rock a shove, Angel managed to get it rolling towards Applejack. After a couple of grunts and effort, during which Applejack couldn’t help but admire the way his muscles rolled under his back and flexed in his limbs, he got the rock settled near her and shifted it back and forth to settle it into the ground.

“There we go,” he muttered. He then looked up at her, and noted her somewhat blank staring.

“Applejack? Are you ok?” he asked, concerned.

Applejack blinked, noted what she was doing, and looked away with a blush. “Y-yeah. I’m ok…”

Angel studied her for a moment more, then nodded. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you down soon.”

The Pegasus then climbed up onto the rock. It only gave him about a foot or more of height, so he still had to stand up, but this way he didn’t have to strain to reach the knot and could manipulate it a little easier.

Applejack however, had frozen, her eyes wide and mouth partly fallen open as her eyes followed the gentle bobbing and swaying of the length of stallion cock now roughly even with her muzzle. Her eyes were blown wide and almost entranced as she unconsciously leaned closer… and closer… She was barely cognizant of her actions as her nose flared, inhaling the intoxicating scent of fresh hunky stallion in front of her, her eyes blown wide as her mouth fell partly open, her lips closing around the mesmerizing flesh…

“Ah!” Angel jerked back at the sudden feel of soft lips and tongue out of nowhere shocked him, and he stared down as for a moment Applejack whined and followed the retreating cock, acting as if a delectable treat had been snatched from her, before she came to her senses and jerked back with a gasp, her eyes wide and her pupils shrunk to pinpricks as she started to panic at what she’d just done and what he must think of her now.

Angel remained frozen above her, unsure what he’d just seen or what to think or anything, a million questions floating around in his head.

“I’m sorry!” Applejack cried, turning her head away, her face flushed in shame.

At her response, Angel settled back a bit, looking searchingly at Applejack.

“Why did you do that?” he asked, quietly, unsure what to think.

“I’m sorry…” she said again. “I just… This isn’t easy for me… I… I didn’t want to mention it, but this isn’t easy for me either… I’ve been tied up like this for somethin close to an hour or so, an’… an’ to tell the honest truth, this has been pressin on one of my kinks something fierce the whole time… I’ve been simultaneously dreadin’ when someone found me and… and… consarnit, I been excited too! But just cause I’m inta bein’ tied up and helpless doesn’t mean I just wanna do it with any ol’ stallion, and I don’t wan’ my friends spreadin’ this around either… I’d never be able to show my face in town again if they heard about this…”

Applejack looked down, ashamed and equal parts terrified, her heart pounding in her chest. She’d just laid out all her cards on the table before this stallion to try and explain… what would he do now…?

“Applejack…”

At the sound of her name, she looked up to meet his gaze. He looked to be thinking about what she said.

“Tell me honestly,” he said, looking her square in the eye, “did you get yourself tied up like this on purpose?”

Applejack’s eyes widened and she shook her head back and forth vigorously. “No! No no no! I swear, honest truth, I didn’t do this on purpose! I was tryin to catch some varmints who tried to filch some o’ my family’s apples and they turned the tables on me! That’s the truth! I’m the Element of Honesty! I don’ lie!”

Angel studied her for a few moments, then nodded. “I believe you.”

Applejack sagged in her bonds, relief pouring through her. “I promise, I just want to get down… but I won’t lie and say this situation ain’t hittin’ my kink somethin’ fierce… And it don’t help none that you’re a mighty fine hunk of horse meat either...”

Angel, for his part, blushed at her rather forthright compliment.

“Well, uh… thank you.” He stammered slightly. “I’m sure you noticed by now this situation isn’t helping me much either. Finding a gorgeous mare like you trussed up like this is like something straight out of a play magazine and it’s a bit hard to focus.

Applejack blushed and looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes, feeling a bit bashful. “…Yall really think I’m gorgeous?”

Angel nodded vigorously. “Yes! Very much so. You can’t honestly tell me you’ve never realized how beautiful you are? You literally look like a model pulled straight from the cover of Appleloosa’s Saddles and Rodeos!”

Applejack’s eyes widened and she tried to look anywhere else, even as Angel looked at her in thought. “Actually, I think I recall seeing you in an issue from last year, modeling some of last years’-“

“Yes! Yes! It was me!” Applejack yelled, desperately trying to get him to shut up, “Please don’t talk about that out loud! No one here knows about it and I aim to keep it that way!”

“Ok ok,” Angel said placatingly to the desperate mare, “but you get my point? You can’t not know how pretty you are to have gotten in that.”

Applejack sighed and looked away. “Truth is, I didn’t exactly choose to be in that rag,” she admitted. “Last year I got involved in some bettin’ cause o’ some stupid no good yella bellied-“ Applejack stopped and took a deep breath. “Anyway, the short of it was that I lost, and it was all my fault. Got so angry I told him I would get all first place ribbons to show him and his posse up, and he threw in that if I lost I’d model in that magazine of their’s. Well I got ribbons in all the rodeos. Only thing is, none of them were first place, and now he’s got it in print if I ever participate in any rodeos again, if I don’t place first in all events, I have to do a shoot in his magazine again. But the worst part…”

Applejack trembled as she looked down. “The worst part is that I wanted to lose…” she admitted quietly.

Angel blinked in surprise at the admission. “You did? Then why?-“

“Cause it plays right into my kink,” Applejack said bitterly. “I like bein’ trussed up. I like bein’ forced. I like bein’ made to do things I wouldn’t normally do that give power to somepony else over me. I do stupid things when I’m vulnerable like this and I hate it! …but it doesn’t mean I don’t want it either…”

Angel seemed to be considering what she was saying, and a look of dawning realization seemed to come across his face. “And you’re telling me all this…”

“When I probably really shouldn’t be…” Applejack finished with a sigh, looking down.

Angel gulped, realizing the magnitude of the situation before him. It was a bit telling that his hard on had yet to sheathe itself. Still, he shook his head. He knew what he had to do.

“Applejack.” He said clearly to get her attention, which caused her to look up.

He met her eyes and held them. “I appreciate you telling me this. I won’t betray your trust. Your secret is safe with me, and I will get you down, ok?”

Applejack searched his gaze for a few moments, then seemed to relax, as a gaze of honest appreciation stole across her face, along with a small smile. “Thank you.”

Angel nodded, then looked back up at the knot and stood back up and tried to work at it and get it untied.

Applejack, for her part, tried to keep her gaze away, but inevitably couldn’t help but find her gaze drawn to his hard stallionhood. Once again her heart pounded and she found herself mesmerized by the sight, and the feeling of gratitude that he would keep her secret safe made her feel like she could trust him…

Angel stiffened and looked down with a sigh, an eyebrow raised as Applejack looked up and took her mouth off his cock sheepishly. “Sorry…”

Angel, for his part, couldn’t help but study the mare beneath him. He wasn’t really sure what to do at this point. It was getting a little hard to think and he could feel his eyebrow rise a little higher as Applejack’s gaze fell from his and pulled away, only to fall on his hard on once again.

He held still and watched as Applejack seemed to go into a trance and her mouth once more gravitated towards his cock. As soon as her lips found their way around the crown of his shaft once again, her eyes glanced up to catch his, her pupils blown wide.

With no negative response on his end, Applejack slowly began to bob her head back and forth on his length, slow and short at first as her eyes slowly fell back down to his cock and she began sucking and pulling her head back and forth along its length in earnest.

Angel let out a sigh as he tried to control himself. It was hard to concentrate, but if she truly couldn’t help it… He refocused on the knot at hand, trying to keep his focus even as the irresistible movements of the mare beneath him steadily wore away at his self control.

Desperately he tried to hold off the inevitable as he tried to concentrate on the knot in his hooves, but part of him knew he should just give it up as a bad job. The knot was too tight and too awkwardly placed in the groove made between her two hooves, making it practically impossible to get at it properly anyway.

Then Applejack suddenly took him all the way down her throat and he found himself hanging on the rope for dear life as his eyes rolled back and he tried desperately not to lose control and accidently suffocate the helpless mare.

Once, twice, thrice, she took him down her throat, swallowing and tightening reflexively around him, until…

*CRACK!*

Applejack and Angel both froze as there was a sudden lurch in the line holding Applejack and him up.

*CRASH!*

Abruptly the branch the rope was tangled around snapped, tumbling down and sending the two ponies with it.

Angel slowly opened his eyes only for them to fly wide open as he partially came face to face with the side of Applejack’s muzzle, having wrapped himself partly around her to try and cushion her from the crash, and now found himself awkwardly wrapped around and on top of her… and her front hooves were still tied.

Both Angel and Applejack had glanced down to see this at roughly the same time, then back at each other. Angel’s length lay between them pressed against her cutie mark again.

“Want to finish properly partner?” Applejack asked a little breathlessly, her eyes filled with anticipation and hope.

Angel gave a small start at the question, and he adjusted, lifting himself off her, and for a split second she felt crestfallen, thinking she’d misjudged…

“Far be it for me to leave a lady unsatisfied,” he answered, grinning, causing her heart to soar as she immediately shuffled about to get her back lined up properly in position.

As soon as the two had lined up properly, with minute shifts here and there to adjust for aim, Angel pistoned his hips forward, sinking into Applejack’s depths with a groan as Applejack moaned happily.

There was little fanfare or waiting as both were already rather pent up and Applejack was too impatient to go slow. She squeezed and met Angel thrust for thrust, attempting to get all of him into her and move faster, desperate to feel him bottom out and empty himself deep inside.

Over and over he slid in and out, the pleasure intensifying as Angel groaned softly and Applejack’s moans graduated to cries of pleasure as they moved faster and faster.

They were both getting close. Closer. Angel panted as Applejack moaned and cried out over and over, utterly lost to the world.

Angel then latched onto the juncture of Applejack’s neck with his teeth as he stiffened, bottoming out inside of Applejack as his flare spread wide and he shot rope after rope of hot white seed deep within her flower.

Applejack stiffened and cried out soundlessly as the pleasure rolled over her in waves, crescendoing and peaking with each shot of heat Angel put into her.

An endless eternity later that was still far too short, the spurts receded and the both of them slowly came back down from the high they were on, Applejack practically boneless as Angel struggled to sit up, jerking slightly as his cock was still half buried inside of her, though steadily and slowly softening.

“Are you alright?” Angel asked softly.

Applejack’s one visible eye turned to look at him, feeling warm and fuzzy as she slowly answered, “…I’m more than alright, sugarcube.”

Angel sighed in relief and settled back down slightly, wrapping a hoof around her and pulling her to himself. He idly stroked her with his free hoof as they basked in the afterglow.

Eventually Angel’s hoof met the rope around Applejack’s wrists and he followed it to tug a bit at the knot still stubbornly holding her hooves tied together.

“Jus’ leave it,” Applejack said, relaxed and unworried, “Now that the branch is down I can drag it home and use the tools in the barn to cut myself free.”

Angel nodded, before frowning slightly, “How will you get home though? You’re a bit hobbled like that, you know.”

Applejack hemmed and hawed a little, not having thought that far, still feeling rather out of it. “I’m sure I’ll figure something out.”

Angel snorted a laugh and nodded. After a few moments rest, he eventually got up, slipping out of Applejack and slipping the rest of the way back into his sheathe while Applejack let out a small unhappy whine at the absence.

Still more than a bit out of it, Applejack simply lay there and watched as Angel slowly stepped over to the branch and coils of fallen rope. He studied it for a moment, then started tugging here and there until the branch was then free. He then started coiling it up and set it in front of Applejack, who watched curiously as he gave a stretch and then wrapped his hooves around her and lifted her up onto his back.

“Woah nelly!” she whinnied, startled but unable to do much but try and balance herself between the wings keeping her steady as her front hooves prevented her from resisting, a fact which did more to keep her still than anything else.

Angel then carefully reached out and grabbed the coils of rope and set them on top of Applejack. He then started off at a trot.

“Where are you goin?” Applejack eventually asked.

“I’m takin you back to Sweet Apple Acres,” Angel responded matter o’ factly.

“Oh,” Applejack responded, now realizing that he was indeed heading the way to her family’s farm, though he was avoiding the paths where another pony might spot them, much to her relief and gratitude.

Speaking of… “When we get to the farm, hang a right. If we go straight to the family barn, Big Mac, Applebloom, or heaven forbid Granny Smith might see us. There’s an older second barn a ways from the house with the tools that doesn’t see much use unless we’re workin on that acre of the farm, and we won’t be doin that till next season.”

Angel nodded and, following her directions, wound his way through the trees that eventually gave way to the uniformly even rows of apple trees, until the two reached a barn similar to the one next to the Apple Family’s house.

With a creak, Angel pushed the door open after releasing the catch as Applejack directed. Stepping inside he set her down so she could find some tools and he set about lighting a lamp he found.

Once he had the light lit, Angel heard an odd sound, like something being thrown through the air.

Turning around, his eyes widened at the sight of the rope around Applejack’s hooves in the process of sliding down over the rafters above their head, which the mare had just finished tossing up and over. She held her hooves above her head watching the rope settle and said, “Oh no, it seems I’ve gone and trussed myself up again, whatever will I do?”

Her eyes travelled down and settled on Angel, a small smirk on her face and eyes doing their best come hither stare that the stallion had ever seen.

“…And this time on purpose,” Applejack said, her voice as deliberately alluring as she could make it.

Angel stared at her before shaking his head and grinning. He then leapt off the ground and flew up to the rafters and grabbed the rope, pulling and tightening it so that Applejack ended up on the tip of her hooves just as before, then finished it off with a knot that he could actually take down but that Applejack wouldn’t be able to tug loose. He then landed near the door and dropped the bar over it, sealing them inside.

“I do fear you’ve gotten yourself into a bit of a situation,” Angel told her, smirking.

A visible tremble went up Applejack’s body at that.

“Will you help me, good sir?” she asked, blinking her eyelashes coquettishly at him.

Angel stalked over and leaned in, giving Applejack a searing kiss that took her breath away. Eventually he leaned back, Applejack panting in both need and desire.

“Far be it for me to leave a lady unsatisfied,” Angel responded softly, and met her lips back in a kiss, before mounting her for the first of many times that night.

The lamp would burn low, unheeded, for a very long time.

The End