It was a bad idea. Everypony said so. But Applejack didn’t listen. She thought it was just a little rain. She can handle it. It was not just a little rain.
The world exploded as a flash of lightning blinded the poor cowpony. The tree above her cracked and shattered due to the intense heat. She felt the bark pelt her flanks and heard it strike the cart she dragged.
She was just trying to make an apple delivery. It was in the small town of Dragon’s Stream. Applejack had convinced herself they desperately needed their apples. When she got there she found most of the apples from her last visit still fresh.
Applejack was about to chastise herself further when the tree in front of her exploded in a shower of splinters. She veered the cart around it as the thunder shook her head. Another flash blinded her completely.
Her world was a mess of blacked dots and shadows. She knew she couldn’t stay there so she continued to run.
Her luck held out as her hooves found a road. The darkness started to clear only to reform into a giant caravan. The cloaked pony pulling it let out a “wha” as the galloping Applejack collided head first into it. Stars and darkness followed with the sound of splintering wood.
***
Applejack’s eyes fluttered open. She couldn’t see much and what she saw didn’t make a lick of sense. The world was a sea of purples and yellows. And boxes. A lot of boxes.
“What the hay?” Applejack said to the stack of odd balls and...fireworks? Her vision started to clear and the interior of a caravan formed from the mosh of color it had once been. Suddenly she knew where she was. This was Trixie’s caravan. This was the last place she wanted to be.
Applejack felt like everywhere she turned lately Trixie was there. Not that she minded Trixie of course. Just the opposite actually. Every time she saw the little unicorn her heart leap, and her legs were shaky. The worst was the heat and wetness. For whatever reason whenever she saw the magician she got excited. Not in the I-can’t-wait-to-see-you way. But in that way. The way that Granny Smith said only married ponies should think about each other.
When she started to think those thoughts she began to get worked up. She would feel heat fill her loins and with it her own apple juice. But it didn’t smell like the juice she was used to. It wasn’t the type that ponies from all over Ponyville lined up at Sweet Apple Acres for. It was a smell that meant she was thinking those thoughts and was a dirty mare. She would normally hide until she calmed down.
There was no place to hide from Trixie in here. She just hoped that she could keep it together and escape as soon as possible. She didn’t want Trixie to notice those feelings. She tried to think of any excuse she could use to leave. Maybe she could sneak out without being noticed.
“Applejack? Are you ok?”
Horse apples!
“Trixie,” she said. She could feel the embarrassment of being caught start to rise. It made her ornery. “What in the sam hill are ya doin’ out here? Why am Ah in yer wagon?”
“Calm down Applejack, calm down,” Trixie pleaded with a panicked voice. “We crashed into one another. You passed out. Lucky for you Trixie is knowledgeable about wounds and injury. I bandaged you and dried you off.”
“Bandaged?! Where was Ah..” Applejack’s question was cut off as the farm pony tried to get up. Bandage after bandage was wrapped around her body. She couldn’t even move. In her wiggling she noticed it was starting again. That heat that felt too warm. The heart beating faster. That juice started to flow.
“See? Perfectly bandaged. You should be grateful,” Trixie said with a self-satisfied look on her face.
“Grateful? Ah can’t move. Consarn it! And the only part of me not bandaged is ma head which is the part that hurts.”
That’s right, Applejack keep her distracted. Maybe she won’t see the way yer closing your legs. Maybe she won’t notice how hard yer breathing. Keep her thinking yer mad. That throws most ponies off.
“See, the bandages took care of all your other wounds.”
“What other wounds?”
Trixie placed a hoof to her chin. “Well Trixie didn’t actually see any but it was dark and rainy. So Trixie thought it best to be safe. I ran out of bandages before I got to your head.”
“Well can you let me out of this here mess?” the farm pony insisted as she wrestled with the cloth.
“Ok ok, sheesh, but first Trixie has to make sure you're really fine.Ok? She doesn’t want you to be hurt by yours truly,” the magician now doctor instructed. “Now I just have to find that kit for cuts.”
The frantic unicorn spun around and began rummaging through various boxes on the far side of the caravan. Applejack watched as each box was carefully opened and items were inspected and tossed back in. Then she noticed that from her spot in the ground she could see right behind Trixie’s tail. Her breath quickened and that warmth filled her and leaked out once more.
Each time Trixie would switch boxes she would bend down and show more and more of that magical spot behind her curtain. Applejack tried to look away. Anywhere but there. But her eyes were transfixed. She wondered what it would feel like to touch. To taste it.
What in the hay was she thinking? This wasn’t the way she was raised. She shouldn’t lose her head over some small cute little blue unicorn’s gleaming...gleaming? Was Trixie excited too? Don’t think about it, Applejack. These bandages can only absorb so much.
Trixie turned around and Applejack felt some of the heat relent. She carried a little red box and a latern with her magic.
“Ok, Trixie found it,” the unicorn happily said as she returned. “Now I’m just going to gently press on parts of your body with my hooves.”
“What?! Ya don’t need ta do that!” Applejack’s voice was filled with panic.
“Calm down. Trixie’s not going to hurt you. Just try to lay still and let me know if anything hurts.” Trixie’s voice had taken a softer tone. The farm pony had never imagined she could sound like that. Despite knowing what would happen Applejack laid still.
The soft hooves of the unicorn began to lightly touch Applejack’s back hooves first. There was barely any pressure in them at all. She wasn’t going to find any wounds that way but it felt so good to be touched by her. The light pats continued their way up the leg and pressed gently on the”‘patient’s” flank. There was a few harder squeezes to the flank than Applejack thought was necessary. Was that on purpose?
Before the downed pony could ask, Trixie moved on. Her nimble hooves traced along the back of the bandaged spine. Applejack could feel the heat returning with a vengeance. The light touches sent shivers through her body. Luckily they went unnoticed under the layers of cloth. The magician moved up to Applejack’s shoulders. Her face was so close. Applejack could feel her gentle breath against her neck. Was Trixie winded by just pressing on a body?
Trixie found her way to the earth pony’s neck. She looked down into her patient’s eyes. “Well, uh, any pain?”
All Applejack could do is stare into those violet eyes and lose herself in them. She could feel her body demanding to kiss those powerful blue lips. It was something she thought of much too often. She should just do it. Trixie might like it. It would finally allow her to calm down. Her head lifted and got her face closer. Those blue lips were inches away. All she had to do was just reach out and touch them. Just a few inches..
“No!”
“Well fine! You don’t have to shout at me!” Trixie huffed. Her tone softened again. “But Trixie is glad you’re not hurt. Now I just need to get you out of those bandages.”
“Sorry Trixie,” Applejack sighed. “Thanks fer checkin’ me out.”
“Trixie will have you out of those bandages in a jiffy.”
To Applejack’s surprise the unicorn laid down and began to tug on her restraints with her teeth. The farm pony could feel the entire bundle jerk as Trixie fumbled with her own knot.
“Uh Trixie?” the mummified pony asked. “Why in the Sam Hill are ya using yer teeth? Why don’t ya just use yer magic?”
“Trixie needs the lantern to see. My magic isn’t strong enough to do both.”
The tugs resumed then finally the bandages went slack. “Ha! Stupid knot! I mean, Trixie was so good at tying knots that not even Trixie could undo it.”
“Do you really mean that?” Applejack asked, trying to dissuade her mind from the unicorn’s breath as it warmed her back hooves.
“Mean what?”
“Yer always so boastful. As if ya can do no wrong. It can be a little tiring is all. But Ah often wondered if ya truly believed the stuff that ya say.”
“Oh,” Trixie said with a slight blush that the farm pony could just make out from her position. “Well to be honest, Trixie doesn’t really believe those things about herself. It’s part of the act. It helps sell the Great and Powerful Trixie. It wouldn’t work if it was the klutzy and annoying Trixie.”
“Well if ya were yer self Ah wouldn’t find ya even half annoying,” Applejack admitted as she felt something like relief spread over her.
“Trixie will remember that,” the stage pony declared.
Then the klutzy and annoying unicorn filled her mouth with bandage. Applejack felt the slight touch of her lips on the back hoof. Before the farm pony could question it, Trixie tossed the bandage aside and grabbed the next one higher up. Again the warm feeling of breath and soft peck of lips touched Applejack’s leg.
Is she kissing me on purpose? The injured mare’s body didn’t care about the intent. It knew what those feelings were and began to rev up to accommodate them. Each light touch flooded the mare’s brain with a million different tingles and sensations. The little kisses up her flank made her scream for more. Each removed bandage built anticipation for the next and the way the unicorn was traveling she would get to the soaked ones soon enough.
“Uhh uhh, Ah might need a break,” Applejack breathlessly wheezed out. She needed it to stop. For a little bit. She had to find a way to relax before she tore these bandages off and grabbed Trixie and..
“A break?” the confused unicorn said. She seemed to be out of breath as well. Was it really that hard for her? “I’m the one doing all the work. You just have to lay there and enjoy.”
“What?”
“Trixie means you have to lay there and wait.”
“It sounded like ya said enjoy.”
“Well?” Trixie said sitting up so Applejack could see those bright violet eyes. “Do you enjoy it?”
She had been had! Trixie knew what she was doing all along. It had been a trick the whole time.
Applejack’s mouth curled up in a pucker and she was about to shout at the little unicorn. But a part of her put the brakes on. She was the mare of truth. The element of honesty. How could she lie to this pony now? Especially when the evidence was seeping through the bandages after all the kisses.
“Ah ..Ah..”
“Well?”
“Ah do.”
“Good,” said the excited unicorn. “Trixie will do more. There are plenty of bandages and we’re getting to the interesting ones soon.”
“Wait! What exactly are ya trying to do? Torture me?”
“Kinda. I’m just having a little fun. You said you’re enjoying it right?”
“Just cause it feels good don’t make it right.”
“I don’t know. It isn’t really hurting you is it?” Trixie objected. “Do you want me to stop? I’ll stop.”
“No! Yes! Ah don’t know! Consarn it! Ah just want ta sort this all out. There is more than just a ‘good time’ going on here. Ah don’t do that sort of thing. Not just on a whim like some ponies.”
“Uh, I’ll have you know that Trixie chooses her partners very carefully. Not every pony is worthy of Trixie’s attention,” the unicorn spat placing her normal defense on.
“Uh huh, it’s not just because Ah just happened ta be tied up in front of you?”
“No! You started it. Trixie could tell how excited you are. She noticed it right away,” the astute and observational Trixie proclaimed. “Trixie saw you staring at her secret. Do you know how many boxes I had to pretend to look through so you got a good show? I thought you would want a little more Trixie is all. But if you think I’m that kind of mare then you don’t know Trixie.”
“Ah’m sorry, Trixie. I didn’t mean ta snap at ya,” Applejack said and sighed. She had avoided this too long. It was time to fess up. “Truth is this happens everytime Ah’m around ya. You’re just so perky and up beat it makes me think..things. Not ta mention how cute ya are.”
“You think Trixie is cute?”
“Well yeah,” Applejack admitted. It took a load off to finally get her thoughts out in the open.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Trixie said in a strange whisper. She seemed upset for some reason.
“Cause Ah’m the element of honesty. And yer ..well let’s say yer act was very convincing. Ah thought ya believed yer bluster,” Applejack looked at the floorboards of the wagon. She didn’t want to see the pain she caused in those pleading eyes.
“Applejack...I’m not the pony you think I am. If you want to know the real Trixie. I will show her to you. You and only you,” Trixie whispered. “If you still want Trixie in ...that way you can have her. You’re still very wet. And I’m having trouble ignoring it. Do-do you want to have sex with Trixie?”
Applejack began to sweat and her face turned red. The heat from her face matched the heat in between her thighs. Her eyes tried to look anywhere but Trixie’s. She hoped that her inner hunger wouldn’t show through. A” no” tried to immediately jump out of her mouth but that wasn’t her way. Honesty. She needed to be honest.
“You’re really thinking about this?” Trixie said, suddenly shifting her tone.
Applejack returned her gaze. Trixie sat inches from
her. There was a pleading hopeful look on the unicorn’s face.
“You-you want to?” Trixie’s voice lilted up at the end. She reached her hoof out and lightly touched Applejack thigh.
Applejack’s body reacted before she could catch it. A small moan escaped her and she felt her lower lips quiver.
“Ah,” Applejack gasped. “Ah uhh, look Trixie, if we do this, it won’t be with a mare Ah’m not dating.”
“I know. If you want Trixie then she..I am yours.”
Applejack looked the unicorn over. She looked so much smaller. But genuine. The true Trixie in front her made her heart beat and wetness increase. Applejack worried that she didn’t have enough water in her body to keep it up.
Don’t lie. “Ah do. Ah’m not sure what will happen but Ah have ta follow ma heart.”
“Well, Applejack, you have me. But you must promise me something in return.”
“What?” Applejack asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
“You must swear. Swear to be completely faithful to Trixie.” Trixie slid her hoof dangerously close to Applejack’s blooming blossom.
“Ah will,” the cow pony said through gritted teeth as she fought off another moan.
“Swear.” The magician pleaded inching her hoof even closer.
“Ah swear ta be completely faithful ta Trixie. Now please finish what ya start.”
“And I swear to be faithful to you,” the giddy pony vowed. “Now just let Trixie fill your desire.”
The magican’s hoof hit home and Applejack’s body leaped in pleasure. The cowpony felt the pressure in her increase as Trixie’s tender hoof rocked back and forth in her soft orange friend.
“Oh Celestia’s mane, that feels good.”
“No!” shouted Trixie and removed her now soggy hoof. “There is no Celestia when we have sex! There is only Trixie!”
“Oh Ah’m sorry. It was just an expression.” Applejack stated.
“Another mare’s name is not something Trixie wants to hear out of you.”
“Yer right, Ah can see how that would spoil the mood. Please continue.”
Trixie threw up her hooves. “You’re not getting this at all. When it’s me and you together it’s Trixie’s way, ok?”
Applejack squinted her eye at the frustrated mare. “Just for tonight at least.”
“Fine,” Applejack relented. The heat of her loins was starting to bother her and she really hoped she would get some release. “But one thing more.”
“Aaaugh Applejack! Trixie’s in charge! Fine! What is it? Do I have to marry you now?”
“Well..no. Ah just want a kiss.”
“A kiss?” Trixie shook her head as if the words had jumbled coming through her mane somehow. “We’re about to have sex and you just want a kiss?”
“It’s the way it’s done. Kissing first then uhh this.”
“Well if you want a kiss you have to come up and get it,” Trixie said with a cat-like smile.
“Now how am Ah supposed to do thaaat,” Applejack shouted as her whole body lifted off the floor in a tingling glow. She felt the bandages unravel in places and attach themselves to hooks on the wall. Her legs spread wide on their own and the bandages covering her special area fell neatly to the floor. They were a wet mess.
Trixie sauntered up, her eyes alight with excitement and lust. She looked the unnerved earth pony in the eyes then quickly placed her lips on her new girlfriend’s. They connected and Applejack felt like the lightning outside had struck instead.
Trixie’s tongue wasted no time and began exploring the cowpony’s mouth. The zealous magician forced the apprehensive counterpart to move just as fast. She found a renewed surge of excitement and it was emphasized with another fresh offering from her blossom.
Trixie’s lips slowly slid away leaving a thin connecting strand of saliva between them. Trixie’s face held a warm glow about it that Applejack had never seen on her before. Maybe true pride? But this was Trixie, the most prideful pony in Ponyville.
“Mmm,” Trixie hummed and looked a little shaken. “That was wonderful. We’re going to have to do that a lot. But now Trixie has to check her subject.”
The unicorn’s head dipped down towards the juicy fruit between AJ’s lower legs. She felt something warm and soft begin to explore a part of her that no pony ever had before.
“Huh, uh,” the cowpony began to moan.
“Yup,” Trixie said, bringing her head back into view while licking her lips. “That’s the smell I was looking for. And from your taste I think you’re ripe for plucking.” Trixie said with a smirk.
Trixie turned around and began to look through her various boxes again until she pulled out some long smooth rods of varying sizes. One of them was attached to a strange harness. Trixie seemed to look at each one and dismiss it.
“Ahh that’s right I used it last night,” the magician muttered to herself and frantically looked in a single hanging hammock near the window. The rain still obscured the outside. A watery curtain protected Applejack from having her first time shown on a stage for everypony to see.
“Trixie found it,” Trixie declared and walked awkwardly towards her captive.”You are in for a real treat. I have the most comfortable and smooth dildo. It feels so good inside. And as my great and powerful sex slave you will feel it’s power too. Right after Trixie plays with it just a little bit more.”
The show pony turned with a practiced tail flash that Applejack had seen in one of her shows. This time the flash was more exaggerated and exposed the soft fleshy puckered ring of Trixie’s sphincter. Under that Applejack could see the soft blue lips of Trixie’s prestige. The magician backed up to her captive and swished her tail again, filling the caravan with pheromones. Applejack noticed between those doughy blue lips was a pink cigar. It slid in and out with each tail swish.
“Oh yeah,” Trixie said, arching her back a bit to allow the rod to slide in further. “You’re going to like this AJ.”
“We’re ta AJ now?”
“Oooo do you want to come up with pet names now? Aaaaah, but first you have to try this,” Trixie said, removing the long rod from her magic box. It hovered towards Applejack dripping from Trixie’s excitement.
Applejack could feel her loins scream in anticipation and fear at the same time. The rod shifted upward and stopped by her mouth.
“Come on AJ,” the sing song voice demanded. “Trixie got to taste you. Now you get to taste her. She got it all nice and wet for you with her most powerful magic. Now say ‘ahh’.
Trixie was expecting the cowpony to put that in her mouth? After it was just where it was? It was true that Trixie had licked her there but she didn’t even know how often Trixie used this thing or when it was last cleaned.
“Trixie Ah ain’t sure..” The protest was cut off as the rod inserted itself into Applejack’s mouth.
“You are Trixie’s tonight. Right?”
“Uhh huh,” assured the bandaged captive. The Trixie smell and flavor was all over the rod. It wasn’t necessarily something bad but it sure wasn’t apples. Still Applejack sucked the juices off the rod and watched as Trixie's face filled with excitement and need. The magician clearly was getting aroused by the act. That thought aroused Applejack further. A cascade of heat and moisture rushed to her risen pie.
“Ooh,” Trixie said as she got closer between Applejack’s legs. Another soft gentle lick and the unicorn excited declared, ”You’re ready.”
Applejack felt the pink rod slide from her mouth and descend onto her open cart. It gently brushed her outer wheels then ever so softly touched her steering column.
“Nah,” forced its way through the earth pony’s vocal cords.
The rod traced the edges of her cart then slowly wiggled its way into the bed. Applejack wiggled fruitlessly against her restraints. She could feel the flush return to her face and all the world disappeared. Until the dang thing got stuck.
“What the?” Trixie said as the dildo came to a stop with only the tip finding its home. “AJ you have to relax. It’s not going to hurt that much. If you let it in it will feel real good I promise.”
The earth pony stared at her lover with fire in her eyes and gritted teeth. “Ah’m tryin’ but the dern thing ain’t listenin’ ta me.”
“Are you really just that tight?” gasped the magician. “How big a rod or stick or, whatever farm ponies use, can you get in normally?”
“Ah don’t stick nothing inside there! Ah’m fine with just the outside.”
“Really? Oooh we’re going to have to have fun with that. But it’s your first time so we’ll save that for later. Tomorrow maybe, my cute little Juicy Apple.”
Trixie looked at the rest of the rods she had displayed out and sighed. She looked back at Applejack with her eyelids half closed and her mouth contorted in thought. Then it brightened as the sly smirk returned.
“I know what to do. I think you’ll like this and Trixie will like it too. She’s never got a chance to try it out. She built it herself.”
Trixie excitedly lifted up the rod attached to a harness. It floated towards the trapped mare and slid around her hunches. A middle strap slithered between her legs and alighted on her blossom’s pistol. It secured itself with the other two ends behind her. Applejack looked down at the rod’s placement and felt dumb for having been confused about what this thing was.
“Ahh, Trix?”
“Hmm?”
“Ya know Ah don’t really know how ta thrust right? Ah never gave before. Or received fer that matter.”
“Ohh,” Trixie said playfully. “It’s just like bucking. Only the other direction. Can you move your hips ok? Do I need to loosen the bandages?”
Applejack gave a testing wiggle and watched the dildo move forward and back in response. She also felt a soft furry spot on the inside of the lower strap brush against her pistol. Each practice thrust slid the soft strip past it. Applejack could feel the fire returning. The need to keep thrusting propelled her strong body into motion.
“Hold on, lover,” Trixie cautioned. “Don’t you want me to have fun too?”
“Yeah, Ah do. Just feels really good,” the farm pony admitted. She stopped with great trepidation. The large rod ceased its gyrations.
Trixie happily turned around. Applejack watched with lustful eyes as the magician lifted her tail exposing fully her magician’s secret. The soft spot on the strap began to collect moisture while Applejack watched the unicorn place the rod into that soft open box. As any good magician Trixie slowly made the object disappear with the magic words “uuuuuhhh.”
“Ok-ok, Applejack” Trixie said with a gasping breath. “Do me!”
The farm pony removed her mental brakes and started thrusting into that soft blue flank. Each thrust was rewarded by the soft brush stimulating her barnstaple. Trixie gave her a “huh huh huh,” as the wand did a disappearing reappearing act into those blue lips.
Applejack’s excitement increased. With each pass of the soft brush she wanted it to return faster and faster. “Hey! Uhh! Hey!” her lover cried. She suddenly refocused. “You’re lifting my flanks off the ground! Not that Trixie isn’t enjoying it but it’s starting to hurt.”
“Oh, uh, Ah just got excited.”
“Well of course you did. You’re having sex with the great and powerful Trixie,” Trixie said with a playful sound to her voice. “Now slow it down and it’ll be fun for both of us. Trixie says so.” She added that last sentence with a little wink then prepared for the rhythm to resume again.
Applejack tried moving a lot slower. The rod advanced and inched its way into Trixie’s excited box. The slowness allowed Applejack to really feel the experience. The little brush wasn’t the only thing going on. There was the urge the grab Trixie with her hooves and kiss and nuzzle herself into the unicorn’s soft blue fur. But she couldn’t. She could barely move her fore legs at all. She could feel the heat and moisture from Trixie’s flanks with each thrust. And then there was that blessed soft brush. She could feel it make its way along her body and each time it came close to her peak of joy she would slow down further.
The movement of the brush became a point of excitement all its own. She learned if she slowed down just as it reached her favorite spot the anticipation of it actually touching her made the point of contact more sensitive. She shivered and moaned louder as its fine strains lightly caressed the bulging mound of warmth and pleasure.
Trixie was enjoying the slower movement as well. It looked like the same anticipation was also affecting her. She communicated her excitement to her lover by rearing her flank up with each draw and extending forward with each advance. Her moans extended with each disappearance of the shaft.
“Aaaaaaaa,” Trixie would squeal, raising an octave higher at its zenith.
Applejack could feel the pressure in her warm barn rising. Soon the hay would explode in a loud shout. Applejack thought it best to warn her magician so she didn’t startle her. It was only polite.
“Trixie,” huff, huff, “Ah’m about ta cum.”
“What?!” shouted Trixie, panting equally as heard as her partner. “No,” huff,”not yet!”
The belt undid itself and the rod remained in Trixie as she ran forward. The little blessed soft tuft was gone. Applejack felt like a fool. Was this Trixie’s plan? Get to the point of exploding then run off.
“What in the hay?!” Applejack shouted as her lower lips screamed for more brush.
“We have to do this together,” Trixie pleaded. “It’s our first time. I want to be looking into your eyes when I get there.”
“Really?”
“Of course. And I want you to see Trixie as you cum too.”
Applejack was stunned. And sore. But mostly stunned. Though the soreness was a might pressing. She looked at her unicorn lover who shifted from hoof to hoof. The rod fell out of Trixie and landed on the wooden floor with a thud.
“Alright,”huff,” Ah reckon we can do that,” she finally relented with a genuine smile for her lover. Trixie’s idea made the act sound less need fulfilling and more romantic. The farm pony liked the sound of that.
“Ok,” Trixie heaved. “Trixie will do this right!”
Applejack looked at her in wonder when the unicorn whose face took on an entirely different look. The haughty smirking smile was gone. In its place was a small, meek, doe-eyed unicorn that seemed to scream to be loved. Not worshiped, just loved. She moved tentatively towards the captive pony as if she would startle the restrained it into bolting.
“Trixie?”
“Shhh,” Trixie’s voice took on a meek quality. It lost its bolster as the mare reared up and threw her forehooves around her love.
Applejack felt her mane straighten as the tie she normally wore slid off. Her mane curled over her face as a few crooked strains poked out in odd angles. Trixie brushed it along the side of her head with her hoof. The unicorn hadn’t stopped looking into her eyes. The bandages that held her aloft untied themselves and she found herself floating in a violet glow. Her eyes couldn’t peel away from Trixie’s pleading stare. Applejack stared into those star-filled eyes as the background blurred until she was staring up at the soft mare.
Trixie was on top of her. Her forelegs and hind legs were free. Even her mane and tail were free. The only thing restraining the cowpony now was the weight of her mare and those wide hope-filled eyes. The inner restrain in her broke down and she wrapped the delicate unicorn in her forehooves. Trixie was showered kisses and little licks around her face and neck. Each one was balanced by a connection to the mare’s lips. Each connection brought an electric charge that sped up the whole dance.
“Ooh, ahh, mmm,” Trixie’s remarks brought more haste to Applejack’s actions. She spread the impassioned earth mare’s hind legs with her own until Applejack felt a soft, warm and wet kiss on her lower lips. Somehow Trixie had aligned herself so that her swollen flower bulb touched her mare’s bulging apple.
Applejack felt that! The world became passion filled blur. Her entire body was filled with heat and moisture. Her hooves desperately sought Trixie’s flank and added more pressure to the mash they were making. Her hips thrusted once more but didn’t buck the unicorn off thanks to her well placed hooves. The mash’s juices flowed as the grinding intensified.
“Trixie, uhhh, Ah can’t hold out no more,”the farm mare breathlessly screamed.
“Trixie’s, aaa, so close.”
Applejack felt the mash explode with juice as her core burst. She wanted to collapse but her partner was still pressing her flanks into the floorboards. The heat between their legs increased and Trixie stared right into Applejack’s face.
“I..I ... love you.. uuuuhh..”
Applejack’s blossom was rained on as the unicorn collapsed onto her chest. She lay very still listening to both of them pant. Trixie’s head was turned away and the strains of the unicorn’s mane made her realize what the soft brush had been made of. She felt tingling all over her body and a sensation from the back of her spine wanted her to jump up and yell,“yeeeehaw!”
Soon Trixie’s words finally made it past the intense pleasure centers of the earth pony’s brain. It was processed and filtered and categorized. It caused Applejack to finally say,” what the hay?”
“Mmm?”
“You-you love me?”
Trixie didn’t look up. It took a lot of long breaths for her to finally speak. “Yes. Trixie..er...I loved you for a long time now. Everytime I came close you would disappear.”
Those times where Applejack’s excitement around Trixie came to mind.
“I didn’t think you felt the same. I tried to forget my feelings for you. To move on. But when I heard you were out in that storm I couldn’t. I needed to find you. I couldn’t let you get hurt. Of course it was kind of Trixie’s fault you did. I may have..panicked with the bandages a bit. But I got you in the cavarn and pulled in next to some nearby barn. Then Trixie waited barely breathing hoping you would wake up. I was so glad when you did. But I never imagined this would happen. Sex, your girlfriend? Those were dreams I had tried to stop myself from thinking about but couldn’t help it.”
“Sugarcube?”
Trixie finally looked at the orange mare of her dreams. Her face was full of worry and fear. Her eyes searched for any indication that this was a dream.
“Ah don’t take sex lightly. Heck, Ah don’t have sex at all. Ah also don’t ask out other ponies unless Ah mean it. And ya know it’s true because Ah said it.”
The eyes stopped searching for a reason not to believe and filled with wonder and excitement. Then they closed as Trixie covered the farm pony’s mouth with her own.
Which would have ended the beautiful story but Applejack’s mind suddenly alighted upon a fact. The orange lips popped off of her lover’s.
“Did ya say barn?”
“Yes? Some barn nearby.”
Applejack glanced out the window and noted the sheet of rain had fallen into a mere drizzle. She could clearly see the bright red barn sitting outside. The barn she had placed up herself when Rainbow Dash had crashed into it.
“That’s MA barn!”
“Oh”
“We’ve been sitting outside my farm the entire time?!”
“Maaaybe,” Trixie said, trying to shrink into the farm pony more.
“This ain’t good! Ma family could have heard the entire thing!”
“Yer dern right we did!” shouted the all to familiar voice of Granny Smith. “You two naughty fillies better get inside and git yerselves warm! If ya want ta keep up them shenanigans go over to the west feild! Ya won’t keep us up there!”
“Yes Granny,” Applejack said with a sigh. It was too late to hide anything now.
“And ya gotta give yer sister a talkin’ to,” the voice shouted. “She’s mighty confused about yer actions right now.”
Applejack tried to shrink into her girlfriend. “We best go inside,” she whispered.
“Are you sure? The west field could be fun.”
