Vision was fixated on the ground upon which she walked, doing everything she could to ignore anyone that passed her by lest they catch sight of the color on her face and inquire as to why. They wouldn’t be doing anything wrong, perhaps excessively friendly and inquisitive, but nothing terrible. But it wasn’t like Applejack wanted to bother with giving an explanation as to what she was doing. Especially when she wasn’t even sure that she wanted to be doing any of this at all.

But heaven help her, she had to get Rainbow Dash to shut the hell up!

The competition was not going in her favor, and her favor was that someone beat out Rainbow in body count. That was all that she was asking for, something to get that gloating cow to quit her bragging. But goodness, look who she was had as teammates! Fluttershy hardly seemed interested in trying at all, Pinkie’s head was constantly in the clouds, Rarity’s more sober mind declared herself to be above it all. And Twilight? God, what were the chances she would even know what sex was if it weren’t for biology textbooks? This whole contest almost seemed doomed from the start, and the idea that Rainbow was probably going to win…

It had taken Rainbow almost no time at all to put Posey Shy’s name on her board, gloating all the while. Said that getting into Posey’s panties was the easiest lay she’d ever had, made sure to let Applejack know all about how fat and soft her titties were- and that, of course, Applejack didn’t stand a chance in scoring sloppy seconds. The conversation had been infuriating, but the apple farmer had managed to keep her cool. That stupid brat didn’t have the power to will her emotions in any which way.

And then came another name to the list. And another. Then Granny Smith’s name had shown up on Rainbow’s board the very next day; fighting words, through and through. Applejack hadn’t been able to see anything but red and her furious mind had promptly declared she was to get revenge, in the only way she knew how. But now that meant actually going through with it, and it also meant it was going to be someone she knew rather well.

The skies above Cloudsdale were clouded and grey, as if nature knew the blonde woman’s ill temper and had decided to mock her for it. It had only been a few hours since she’d seen the leaderboards set up in Twilight’s kitchen, back when the fury in her blood had nearly seen her collapse. Not long… but long enough for some echo of sensibility to begin to filter in, and make her have the gall to lose her nerve!

Each step was closer to her intended destination, one she knew perfectly well without needing much thought to guide her to the doorstep. Good thing, too, because she could hardly force herself to look up at anything about her in the world. Gods, this was so stupid! All because that fat-mouthed, pompous windbag of an idiot called Rainbow Dash couldn’t keep her damned mouth shut, and now look at what she was doing! Two-timing! Adultery, cheating, infidelity- was it even infidelity when she wasn’t married? It was bad enough. She was to be the Jodie-Boy today, whether it was what she desired or not. Anything to get Rainbow Dash to actually shut up.

“All that talk about having a lead,” the farmgirl muttered under her breath, venom dripping from every word she spoke. “‘I’ll have my own harem once I win. Wanna bet I can bag Celestia, too?’ Cocky little ass.” Well, Rainbow did have more names attached to her ledger than anyone else right now, but the competition had only begun; it was time to try and cut the legs out from under the beast, and Applejack had a pretty shrewd suspicion as to what might do the job best.

Is it really entirely her fault, though? Applejack asked of herself. A calmer, more controlled voice was worming its way out from beneath the blanket of displeased emotions that had come to weigh upon her mind, trying to add its cooler words to the argument. You know what’s got her so upset. You even know how to fix it.

A bitter scowl, one the blonde hoped went unnoticed. It was a half-truth- sort of. She knew full well what had propelled Rainbow into being such a relentless instigator lately, but she didn’t know how to solve any of it. At least, not without being wildly dishonest.

And you’re not being dishonest about that? You know what might help. It’s worth a try.

Maybe it was. Maybe it would be the fix, but that would have to be for another time. For so preoccupied with her inner musings that Applejack almost walked face-first into the glass door that was of Rainbow Dash’s parents’ house. Gods, what if both of them were home? Windy’s name was something that could be added to the list, but Bo-

“Not thinking about it,” Applejack commanded of herself, steeling what nerves hadn’t already been frayed and trying to do something about the wretched excess of color on her face that wouldn’t go away. She was going to do this rather than try and make peace, at least for now. Because if she made Rainbow eat a little humble pie, then maybe that blithering moron might be willing to hear her out rather than pout like the spoiled child she was. All because she didn’t get her way for once in her life-!

A shadowed figure standing on the other side of the door, obscured only for a moment before the twin doors opened and revealed Windy Whistles there on the other side, that usual bright smile on her face Applejack had always known her to possess. She appeared to be as much of the same person she’d been since the two had first met: a shorter cut of pale-orange hair that seemed to fit her livelier demeanor just perfectly, contrasted by the calming cerise of her lit eyes. The flat chest Rainbow possessed had been an inherited trait, though the thicc hips and sizeable bottom had not carried on down the line, gifting Windy the appearance of an energized woman with just a hint of motherly sweetness, all of it adorned in a simple pale-blue shirt and mom jeans.

“Well, look who showed up!” Windy declared, in her voice a genial tone that revealed her daughter had said nothing just yet. “Come on in, it’s good to see you again! Is- is Rainbow not with you?”

Of course she would ask. Their only child, and about as obsessed as any parent could be when their only child was an athletic progeny. “N- nah, not this time,” Applejack stammered. Darn you, don’t lose your nerve now! You haven’t even gotten started! “Just- you know, dropping in for a bit. A social call.”

“Well, that doesn’t bother me. Rainbow’s best friend might as well be family!”

It was going to be the weirdest sort of interaction she’d ever had well before it was over, if Applejack had to take a guess. She’d only met Windy a spare few times, and the excess of enthusiasm when her own daughter was involved bordered something on obsession. It was never unfriendly, of course, never cruel; but how does one’s whole adult life become so focused on the wellbeing of your child even after they’ve flown the nest? They kept track of every record she had, followed every step of her progress with the Wonderbolts- hell, they even had a spreadsheet across the hallway wall tracking all her weather activity throughout the year. Forget being a prize prospect, every athlete should try to garner the same sort of enthusiasm Rainbow earned from her parents simply by being!

Though she tried to ignore the long sheet of paper that was held pinned against the wall, Applejack’s eye couldn’t help but catch sight of the list of achievements, one in particular catching her interest as it read, ‘New 100m Record- Men AND Women’s!’

“I didn’t know it was a Men’s record, too,” Applejack remarked, a flash of guilt as she even said so. It wasn’t as if she’d tried to pay attention to the whole thing, was it? No, too heavily burdened by the weight of discomfort and anxiety as she’d mused upon how to end it before things actually got out of hand- not realizing she’d let it get out of hand from the very beginning. Perhaps if she’d actually had a lick of sense-

“Yeah! The best on record still, by about point-four seconds,” Windy answered, reappearing from the kitchen with a pair of coffee mugs in hand and handing one to her guest. “Why, did she tell you about it?”

“I was- I was there, actually,” Applejack admitted. Eyes glanced away just in case; this was Rainbow’s mother, there was a good chance she was walking on thin ice and just didn’t know it yet. But was Windy deceitful? One good at playing off another? It was difficult to tell. “Got invited to go with her.”

“Hey, that’s great! I’m so glad someone could be there to celebrate with her!” Windy exclaimed, and she gave the strong blonde’s shoulder a delighted shake. “Bow and I were sick as dogs and couldn’t make it, just tore us up. But really, we didn’t worry at all; who else was going to take the gold but her, right?”

“Right.” Applejack tried to take a sip of black brew and found it distasteful; not because it was bad, mind you, the stuff was clearly top-notch- another gift from Rainbow to her parents? But the curdling of her stomach was getting worse the longer this feigned familiarity went on and turned her honest self against current action. This was cruel, this wasn’t her. Gods above, she and Rainbow weren’t ever going to be the same but damn it all if this was how she dealt with things. Fucking her mom? The fact that it was going to be infidelity caused by her intentional actions was heinous enough. What was she supposed to do to keep that prismatic idiot quiet and not make her own soul curdle?

“So it’s good to see you again,” Windy said. Slowly, carefully giving her cup a whirl, she sent the darkened contents into a spin that was almost enough to cascade past the rim of her mug and scald fingertips; perhaps she and Rainbow had a common interest in a little risk throughout daily life. “It’s been a while, too! When was it last, a few months ago? You and Rainbow were here to watch some local races together, right?”

“Y- yeah.” Applejack wasn’t so sure how she should continue, considering what she’d come here for and what she considered now. “Thanks for letting me stay the night that night, by the way. I really appreciated it, I just… didn’t get to say thank you.”

“Aww, no problem! Anything for one of Rainbow’s friends,” Windy replied. “She sure thinks a lot of you, you know. She always said you’re the closest friend she’s got. And that means a lot when she hardly ever says something that meaningful about anyone! She’s a great friend, super loyal and all that, but hardly has a word to say about anyone else, does she?”

This was getting to be such a mistake. She was here, she was going to have to go through with it or confess as to why she’d come here at all. Gods above, which was worse? “I- I don’t know if I’m great as all that-”

Windy’s bright expression suddenly became something clouded, a fretful worry that only mothers could possess appearing upon her lips. “Hey, can- can you tell me something? Honestly?” Windy asked.

She already knew. She’d suckered Applejack in with friendliness and now was going to be the falling of the trap. Oh gods help her, this was how it was going to go; she hadn’t anticipated Rainbow actually telling anyone, especially after she’d specifically asked for the whole thing to be kept quiet until it was good and ready. And she couldn’t even do that? That little assbag, she deserves to find out I fucked her mom if that’s the case!

“Rainbow’s been kind of…” the morose woman became even moreso, staring down the contents of her mug as silence filled the gaps where her warmth had been. The eternal torment of a mothers was the endless pain that came with their role; no matter the age, the distance kept between, the struggles of their child would always reverberate and come to strike their own heart eventually. It was infallible fact that could only be felt and never truly understood. “She’s not been talking much to me lately.”

Applejack bit her lip. OK, so it wasn’t her worst nightmare, but certainly wasn’t good. This was going to get sticky real quick if she didn’t try to steer it away from dangerous waters. “So, umm-”

“I know we were kind of overbearing for the longest time, but she’s- that’s my little girl,” Windy murmured. “I just want her to be happy, but anything she’s sent me over the past few months just makes me think she’s not. And now it just seems like she’s all anxious about something, but won’t say what happened to get her that way.” The bright-faced woman regarded her companion. “You’re her closest friend. Can you help her Mama out and tell me what’s got her all in a funk?”

Fuck me up the ass with a rusty iron poker. Applejack had a million good reasons to say why she knew the truth, and not a single damned one of them was something she wanted to admit out loud. If Rainbow’s poor attitude had reached her mother already, then maybe there was reason to fret. What was she supposed to say that would alleviate the worry, make things better? There wasn’t much available for her to offer; Windy was only being a good mother, and Applejack’s only truthful answer was something she wouldn’t forgive. Gods, what was she supposed to say? With drink in hand, contents sloshing about the glass, the petrified farmgirl felt the beginnings of pressure against the forefront of her skull. This had been a mistake, it was such a mistake-

“Umm…” Applejack was struggling to find her voice, to find a way to say what needed to be said. Honesty and dishonesty were fighting it out within her and the devious anger that had brought her here was violently losing. Curse her fib-hating self, she was about to get herself killed! “So- Rainbow and I-”

The older woman’s ears perked up on that. “You and Rainbow?” She echoed. “This has something to do with you? Oh goodness, no wonder you’re here. This isn’t really just a social call.”

Did she dare smile? Likely not, it just might see her teeth get punched loose. Applejack was now fully zeroed in on, Windy’s mind working so swiftly that she could practically hear the gears whirring within. All it was going to take was putting two and two together! “I came, to- to…”

“Oh my god. I figured it out!” Windy’s gasp was a sound so palpable that Applejack gave an almighty leap from her seat as if she’d been stuck with a pin. The bright-faced woman had hands to her lips, eyes fixated upon her youthful guest and filled with the brightness of disbelief. “You want to start dating my Rainbow Dash! I can’t believe you waited so long, it’s about time!”

This- is this better, right? Or is it worse? Applejack’s frazzled mind couldn’t quite figure out which at the moment, too busy wondering what she was supposed to do next than to figure out any sort of emotional reaction to it all. “Uh-”

“And you came to ask my permission. Applejack, that is so quaint of you, I love it” Windy gave the stuttering woman a back-breaking hug, pushing ligaments to their limit; she had nothing on Applejack when it came to physical strength, but the enthusiasm made her feel like a vice grip! “No wonder Rainbow’s been so frustrated, she hates all that prim and proper crap, you’ve been making her feel like she’s going to have to wait forever! Oh, I always wondered if you two would ever get together. I’d kind of just hope you’d just start sleeping together and be done with it! Oh, this is such a relief to hear! I just wish I could say yes just like that.”

And to think she’d almost begun to believe she could get out of this unscathed. “Beg pardon?”

“Well,” Windy said sweetly, “if you’re here to ask for my Rainbow’s hand, I can’t just- give it away. That’s my awesome girl. My permission is something you have to earn. Surely you understand that, right?”

Considering that the alternative option was not leaving this house alive, Applejack wasn’t sure there was an option better than agreeing. Which also meant lying. “Of- of course,” she stammered. She felt her left eye twitch, something in her soul turn black as tar. She was a horrible liar, hated ever speaking one, and now needed to lie just to survive to the next second. “What do- is there anything I can do to make you happy?”

“A few things,” Windy declared, a little more coyly than before. Leaning forward in her seat, the hand that wrapped about Applejack’s fingers were not unpleasant even if the grip she maintained was ironshod. Back down to her seat did the farmgirl go, kept across from the still-smiling mother as she regarded her youthful companion. “After all, Rainbow deserves the very best. Don’t you think?”

She’d come here with the intent of infuriating her colorful once-friend, had tried to find a way out of it and, if her suspicions weren’t wrong, was about to be railroaded right into her original plan after all. The trapped blonde swallowed. “Uh.” She won’t take no for an answer, you jackass! “Yeah,” she managed weakly. “Definitely.”

“Good! So you’ll understand if put you through your paces for a little while, right? Just a few things to earn my approval.”

“Like..?” She knew she was trembling, but thank heaven that Windy wouldn’t know why.

“Oh…” Windy put a finger to her lips, eyes remaining on the farmgirl; up and down did she go, a few places given primary focus for a time, a pondering upon the abs that caused a strengthening of her smile. And the eyes to be wide and wild. “I think we’ll have to do a little kissing first.”

That… is a little more manageable than I expected. Not great, not terrible. Applejack’s conscience just might let her survive locking lips with a married woman. “OK, that’s-”

“Just a little, of course,” Windy emphasized, perhaps taking the blonde’s lighter disposition for excitement. “My Rainbow doesn’t like that sort of thing very much, you understand.”

The record scratch hurt her ears. “Say what now?”

“Then you’ll have to eat me out –simple, I know, but it’s Rainbow’s favorite- then…” Windy was speaking as if she knew the list by heart. “Well, you’ll have to take me for a ride, see how you handle some spanking, and how long you can last when I eat your ass. Rainbow has such stamina, you know, she can’t be with someone who wears out after just a few good licks. Surely you agree!”

Applejack gawked. There were many reactions she wanted to have from simple to complex, but the one that burned most brightly in her mind was probably why Windy knew any of this about her daughter at all.

On second thought, never ask.

Windy stared at her young companion, a tapping of her fingers as her arms had become folded. She sat there waiting for a response, for this stunned woman to come to life and have an assenting opinion. But damn it all, she’d been overwhelmed! This was the girl her Rainbow wanted to date? “Well? You agree, don’t you?”

“What? Oh crap- yes, ma’am!” Applejack cried, sitting up straight so quickly that she felt a crick form in her back. “I-”

“There we go. Goodness, you had me worried for a second!” Windy said, her smile coming back to life on her features. “Don’t be wilting on me, now! Bow and I were hoping Rainbow would choose you, you know. Someone who can keep the pace with our girl a little, just the kind of woman she needs in her life!”

“Bow- your husband knows about this?” Applejack gasped.

“Well, duh,” Windy said so matter-of-factly. “We discussed this years ago, he knows anyone my Rainbow wants to date has to be approved by me. He even thinks it’s the right idea.” Her eyes turned to slits, the smile now something sultry and eager. “Now get over here, sweetie. And pucker up!”

Faced with keeping up a ruse that felt akin to conning a widow out of her fortune or being dragged into the hellish fires of oblivion, a very petrified Applejack couldn’t decide which result would be worse. One wouldn’t let her live with herself, and the other wouldn’t let her live; how was she supposed to choose? “Oh man.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” Windy cried, finally pushed to frustration and taking matters into her own hands; about that freckled face did she clasp her hands, pulling Applejack in for a kiss so ferocious that any hopes of holding breath was lost in an instant. So passionate, so powerful, so absolutely relentless that the world’s focal point became the unity of their lips, tightening into a singular space that was the meeting place of heightened nerves and softened flesh- at last relinquished so that they might resuscitate and breathe the free air. “Come on, cowgirl, don’t you wanna make me proud? Kiss me like you mean it, sweetheart!”

No choice, no way out that wouldn’t involve shame or a violent death. Applejack acted only upon instinct now and kissed Windy back, doing whatever she could to match the woman’s absolutely wild ferocity. Unhinged, maddened, unrestrained acts of sapphic pleasure were all that she could bring. Windy didn’t want a simple peck on the lips- she wanted to be kissed, a thorough drenching of her lips, fanatical wrestling of tongues until their slobber spattered their faces, pulls of lip so fierce that Applejack was sure she was going to come away from this encounter bruised. And every time she thought she’d found the peak of this united madness, Windy seemed to want more.

If this is how she kisses, Applejack found herself thinking in the midst of the deilirium, what’s it like when she fucks?!

“Now that’s more like it, sweetheart!” Windy said, pulling away from Applejack’s mouth and letting a particularly thick ream of saliva splat across her chin, breaths coming in rapid and hot- but eyes remaining wild and full of excitement. “You’re not so bad at this, I guess. But can you suck me dry? Come on, show me what you’ve got!”

There was little else to do but go along with it, the farmgirl’s mind in such a fervor that she could only act and obey. Firmly into Windy’s lap did she plant herself, taking the woman in a vicegrip and plucking out her tongue with a swiftness, practically devouring that pink, succulent delight and giving it the most thorough suck of her life. A fierce, fast drag that pulled spittle from atop the tongue, the flavor of Windy pouring deep down her throat; a trio of swift sucks before she slowed and allowed the feeling to deepen. Every inch of her must feel this, overwhelm the nerves within-

“Mmm. Mmph! Ooh, hold on a second!” Windy actually forced her partner away, a hand pushing back Applejack from her place atop her. The gingered woman seemed to need a moment, almost as if left dazed by the gesture. “Now that wasn’t what I meant!”

“Uh-”

“Ooh, that was-” Windy gave herself another shake, a strange sort of smile on her features. “Well, I know Rainbow doesn’t care for that sort of thing. A pity, that felt good, I’d rather want more-”

“What- how do you know-”

“I meant eat my pussy, Applejack,” Windy said, and so she spread her legs so as to emphasize the matter. “I actually bet you feel amazing, knowing how you sucked my tongue. Can you prove it to me?”

“I- I can.” Applejack was sure the last few sentences spoken into the world might have broken her mind somewhere along the way, but she didn’t have much of the capacity to think about it just now. Sliding out of Windy’s lap, she watched as the motherly woman unzipped her jeans and quickly cast them aside, leaving her folds concealed only by a simple pair of cream panties, a brush of hair leading just beyond the edge of fabric.

“I’m a bit old-school,” Windy said, perhaps taking note of the younger woman’s ongoing physical assessment. “Know what I mean? Hope you know how to work your way through the bush!”

Not really something she spent much time thinking about, but Applejack slid down those panties from where they rested and forced Windy back down into her seat, positively ensnaring her there as she held those legs fast in her grasp. Down on her knees in between those fine thighs, the part of Applejack’s mind that hadn’t fully succumbed to the wildness of this moment considered what lay before her. A rather pleasant-looking slit, a tinge of wetness there even after all the ferocity of their wild makeout session; more labia protruding outwards than what her own possessed, but a soft coloring to it- and a rather magnificent bush about it, well-groomed and clearly cared for.

She hadn’t meant to let instinct push into this at all, she was only meant to operate for the necessity of survival. But try as she might to be the rational one about the house, Applejack couldn’t help but feel a heat somewhere in the back of her mind; creeping forward, filling her eyes with humid mist and making her mouth drool. By no means did she intend for it, but she liked what she saw- and needed to make a meal of it.

“Oh, yeah! I knew that mouth of yours was good!” Windy moaned, leaning over and reveling in this rare sapphic pleasure. “You probably could even make Rainbow start moaning if you keep this up!” A lick deep within, then a good pull on her lower lips as the farmgirl thoroughly explored her meal in detail; the older woman felt nothing but bliss. “Yes, just like that! Ooh, you have to keep going!”

Applejack wasn’t really all sure she had much of a choice in the matter, but complying didn’t seem to be the worst idea in the world. Especially when Windy’s hands came about her skull and positively forced her further in where not even the slightest puff of air could find her. The feel of this thick curtains upon her face, as well as their lush trimmings, elicited a twitch somewhere in her brain, the need to delve even further. Perhaps a coating of tongue deep in the recesses of this glistening feast? Or once more into the breach where the greatest pleasures seemed to elicit the steamiest sighs? There was so much to choose from. Perhaps what was best was just pleasant, contented latherings of affection as mouth fell upon its lower mate, seeing to its pleasure with a stream of kisses. Or maybe some tugs, Applejack falling upon thin layer of moist flesh and giving it gentle nibbles, plucking at the labia and suckling on it like the candy it was. She could truly soak in the flavors there, drenched in flavor and becoming coated with more the longer the farmgirl kept up her ministrations.

A small pause; tension in the muscles of the body upon which she lathered, indication of a struggle to keep oneself in check. “Oh, that’s the sort of stuff, girlie!” Windy sighed, enjoying herself and eager to have more time with her current partner. “You’re doing pretty good, almost like you know just what Rainbow likes! Keep it up and leave me drenched!”

There were about five thousand different things Applejack wanted to find discomforting in that one statement, but beginning with any of them was sure to cause trouble. To save her skin from being flayed, Applejack merely dove right back into the sweet, soaking core of her cougar commander and ate like she was a woman who’d been left to starve. Pulling and sucking on everything she could find, from labia to clit and any external wonder she could put her lips to. The blonde beauty was delighted that Windy’s vaginal juices were doing wonders at making a mess of her face, because the deep red she probably wore burned worse than fire; she knew exactly how to make this woman cry out, and pushing her to the limit would only take a little longer.

For reasons I can never, ever say.

In due time, Windy gave the silken cry of a woman at the peak, whole body tightening in reflex as the waves came crashing down, she pouring out her happiness onto Applejack’s awaiting face. She took the blow, drinking in the flavor and finding it pleasant on the tongue. She was probably left a mess, judging by how much Windy had managed to gush, but there were worse ways to be. She could be honest right now.

“Well… Applejack, you’ve got quite the mouth on you!” Windy managed, whole body heaving from the ecstasy that had just coursed through her frame. She looked down at her crawling companion with a delight that spoke of motherly pride, in a place so absolutely out of place for such a thing. “I certainly do think you know how to make my Rainbow go wild! That’s quite a feat!”

Applejack forced herself to look away in case emotions revealed her; this was not the time for Windy to know what had actually gone down. God forbid the truth ever came out!

“Now… how about we kick things up a notch, huh?” Windy said. In an instant all of her exhaustion was lost, she leaping to her feet and looking down at the helpless Applejack as though she were a piece of meat. “You’ve definitely got the skills- but do you have the endurance? I mean, have you seen what my Rainbow can do?”

“Uh, have you?”

“Of course I know what my baby girl’s capable of! Goodness, what sort of question to ask. Now-” In an instant, before Applejack could even realize what was about to happen, Windy leapt over her and put her down on all fours like an animal, centered upon her back and giving her plush ass a good spank.

The yelp was instinctive. “Hey, what the hell-!”

“Don’t let me down now, you wild thing!” Windy said, giving the blonde’s buttocks another swift slap and pretending to ride her like an animal. “Show me what rough stuff you can take, and make it fun!”

Even Applejack’s experience had not prepared her for this level of strange, and her bedroom knowledge on this subject matter was uncomfortably thorough. ‘Take me for a ride’ had registered in her brain as a strap-on, not whatever the hell this was, she being strutted around the house and beckoned to behave like a wild bronco. Windy seemed to relish the opportunity, pushing Applejack ‘through her paces’ and seeing her bottom more thoroughly slapped than a mess of biscuit batter at the hands of an angry baker. All across the house did Windy parade her prize, Applejack demanded to play along and be the unwilling steed to her elder at command. Windy would spur her, jostle in the ‘saddle’ or nearly fall over, continuing what was the strangest roleplay Applejack had ever known. When she was at last given the authority to be ‘taken back to the stables’ by Windy’s energized order, the younger woman wondered if even her great mental fortitude would be enough to see to the healing of this incredible scarring. Truly, all ranching work had been ruined forever. God forbid she ever had to put horseshoes on something ever again.

“Now, let me examine my beautiful mare,” Windy said in a facsimile drawl, gripping Applejack’s luscious buttocks and giving them a good squeeze- enough to hurt as her fingers dug in. “Ooh, she’s dripping… maybe she needs to mate!”

“Oh my god I’m in Hell.”

“Aww, it’s just teasing, sweetheart! Don’t worry much about it!” Windy’s hand fell upon the raw part of her ass with another slap, this one positively scorching with pain. “Don’t worry, you’ve been great the whole time! I’m gonna reward you. You’ll just need to… hold on for a while. Be a good lover for my Rainbow and be able to last, won’t you? You definitely seem like the perfect match.”

“So what’re- OH!” Whatever confusion she’d had was gone in an instant as Windy’s tongue began its methodical rimming. Buttcheeks spread open, the older woman had begun to dig deep into her meal and was eating voraciously, an incredibly long tongue poking deep into the depths of the farmgirl’s buttocks.

“Agh- fuck… ing hell.” Applejack was not one to lose control easily, but the measures Windy was performing upon her were brutal; worked up from a long session of sensuous foreplay, giving, roleplay- and now this! Her body was already tense and eager for relief, and the demand that she hold fast was one that she was afraid to fail. Applejack would simply have to grin and bear it, not falter as this crazy mother performed her tonguework upon her sphincter.

“Mmm… you taste delicious, Applejack!” Windy declared, kissing the younger woman’s bottom right atop the red, slapped skin. “Ooh, no wonder you wear jeans all the time, they definitely make your ass look even fatter! I bet my Rainbow loves that about you!” Without another word, Windy dove deep into the plush interior of the apple farmer’s cheeks and ate hungrily.

“Gah!” Applejack cried out, lowering herself onto the floor and reaching out for something to hold onto. This wasn’t fair, it positively wasn’t! She’d gotten herself into an unbelievable mess that she hardly had a clue how to get out of and the worst part was just how damn good this felt! Windy’s tongue was a dripping-wet snake, finding crevices of her ass that even she didn’t know existed. Gripping in hard, she could feel the mature woman’s fingers squeezing and kneading the beautifully crafted muscle and fat beneath, occasionally marked by the occasional spank as though Windy wished to hear her prey give a little cry. In fact, every yelp the blonde gave seemed to elicit a deeper dive, more vigorous eating of the meal. Beautifully, wonderfully torturous.

“Oh come on…” Applejack’s moan came by need of a simple plea, sweaty hands dragging along the floor. Her buttocks were held captive by her partner and she hardly had the capability of even moving. It was a miracle her upper half could even squirm-!

Slap! Windy couldn’t resist hearing that glorious sound once more and the cry of pain that came with it. Applejack was barely hanging on by a thread and she knew it, her deep mining of this freckled bottom seeing the younger woman writhe. Oh, she could almost feel the adorable freckles that marked the skin, this fabulous, muscular body contorting and writhing beneath her skilled lapping. Applejack was in rapturous agony and still refused to give in, quite the testament as far as this colorful matriarch was concerned. So perhaps it was time to reward such perseverance..!

Applejack’s first inclination had been to cry out. To make noise, moan aloud, even sigh from a purely primal delight and let the struggle within lessen a bit. But Windy’s sudden voraciousness was too overpowering, enough to make her lose all capability of endurance. All she could do was go tense and ride this brilliant, crashing wave that consumed all of her senses. Applejack felt orgasm crush her body and render the whole world a beauteous white. Overpowering pleasure consumed everything she knew, rending herself from the world as this painful, masterful satisfaction overcame her. Folds gushed from the pleasure of it, thickened liquid spattering down onto the once-clean floor beneath her, the pressure lessening just enough so that Applejack could give a weakened mewl of happiness before falling to the floor. The grip on her butt disappeared, but she noticed not just yet. She managed to find the floor and lay there, panting from the exertion that had pushed through her with the force of a train. Applejack’s mind was clouded with contentment, the chemicals pouring through her; the world was peaceful and happy, and for now that was all she needed to know.

Time passed, but she knew not how long or how little. A hand fell down below her face for her to hold on to, and when the wherewithal returned, the farmgirl knew to grab it. Up onto her feet did she rise, Windy there before her and sporting a grin of brilliant satisfaction.

“Well, aren’t you the trooper! Goodness, I put you through your paces and you did brilliantly! I just know you’ll be the perfect partner for Rainbow!” As if unable to resist one last little doting of affection, she leaned in and placed a dirty kiss on Applejack’s lips.

Not the best flavor I could taste right now, Applejack surmised.

“I knew it. I just knew that you’d be the one who’d have the guts to go the distance with my Rainbow Dash!” The bright-faced woman declared, shining brilliantly even though the whole of her was a disheveled, stained mess. “I can’t wait to hear how you two do. I bet you and Rainbow would be wild enough to tear down a barn!”

Gasping, still struggling to truly gain control of herself, Applejack stared at her companion in a haze of confusion. But slowly, surely, the droplets of reality began to seep through the miasma and reawaken her to the troubles of her current scenario, seeing to it that her current tranquility wouldn’t last. She had come here for a completely dishonest act, tried to find a way to back out of it, and then had been forced into heinous infidelity for the sake of saving her skin from the wrath of the most demented mother in the world. What pleasure she’d felt before evaporated more quickly than the morning dew, replaced by an indelible shame.

I am… a terrible person.

Windy brought her armpit up for inspection and took a wiff, nose wrinkling at the results found. “Whew! Looks like Mama needs a shower. You certainly put me through a workout, Applejack,” she said. “Here, why don’t you use the guest shower while I clean up? My treat for being such a good sport about everything.” The short-haired woman looked upon her younger partner and gave a beaming smile. “You have my blessing to be with Rainbow Dash. Gosh, I just know you two will be the most perfect couple. I can’t wait to hear how the first date goes!”

She’d shriveled to something two inches tall by the time Windy had walked upstairs to the master bathroom, Applejack too ashamed to take up the offer and be made clean before departing. All she could do was put on her clothes and walk out, the shame of her prior actions far worse than what embarrassment could arise from her sapphic pong. She’d come here to be vengeful and her conscience hated her for it. The revenge had been bad enough, but now she’d somehow managed to get Windy to sin right alongside her. Promise-breaker was what she had made the woman be now. Unfaithful.

Applejack dipped the brim of her Stetson low and kept her head down, ignoring any and every stare that came her way. Whatever world was away from her farmland was one she didn’t want to be a part of.

Author's Note

Holy gods, I thought I'd never get this stupid thing done. You know when I first started working on this chapter? Seven months ago. I swear, whatever illness I picked up from HI just absolutely destroyed my desire to write. Combined with a million other different things (I've barely been home the past two months), I'm amazed I even sat down to get this done. About time I returned to this series; the first of many I need to resurrect.

Enjoy, and let me know what you think. Sorry for the insane delay.