What Happens in Applejack
"Mail's here!" Applebloom cheerfully announced.
Applejack jumped up and stretched her tired legs. She had been hard at work the past few days preparing for the next applebuck season. Hard at work was a phrase she too often attached to anything she did around the farmhouse. Hard at work applebuckin', hard at work cleanin up round the house, hard at work makin' dinner for the family...
Applejack needed a release, desperately. She drearily trotted downstairs to see if she'd gotten anything in today's mail. Applebloom was quick to bring her over a decently large package.
"Here ya go Sis! Looks like you got a present. It ain't yer birthday though... is it?" The cute little earthpony looked up at her sister with shame in her eyes.
"No, it sure ain't. That's for, uh, sure." Applejack stumbled over her words as she read the package and spoke at the same time.
There was a note attached to the box. A gift: We both know you need some time to yourself now and then. Don't we?
It was obviously from Rarity. "Thanks kiddo, now go tend to your chores ya hear?" Applejack said as she quickly took the package upstairs, immediately suspecting filly-inappropriate contents within.
She unraveled the purple ribbons holding the box closed and took the top off. Inside was a large purple shaft decorated with random grooves and bumps. Applejack blushed and looked down at the object, it was transparent and seemingly made from a solid gel. She quickly glanced around her room and grabbed the dong between her hooves. She must have accidentally pressed a button when she gripped it, as it started vibrating loudly and swaying back and forth.
Applejack's eyes widened as she imagined what it must feel like when it's inside. She deactivated it and leaned back, tentatively lifting her back hooves into the air. Her recent experiences with Rarity had opened her mind to a new and exciting world of sexual experimentation. Only a week ago she'd have returned the gift and scolded Rarity for even thinking she might be the type of pony who'd use this. However, those thoughts were absent, Applejack only had one thing on her mind. She wanted release.
She pressed the cool soft shaft between her warm thighs and closed her eyes. The relaxing sensation sent chills up her back as it buzzed against her body. After warming it up, she inched it closer to her eager lips. With a gentle prod, it easily began to slip in. The relaxed orange mare began stroking her own body with her hoof and imagined a certain white unicorn was in the room with her. Just as the silicone shaft slipped all the way in, Applebloom came bursting through the door.
"AJ, come quick!"
"Well that was the plan before you showed up!" Applejack tightly closed her legs to conceal her toy.
"Wait, what?" Applebloom placed her hoof on her chin.
"Will you just get out of here!"
"No I can't, Granny Smith needs ya right away! Come on!" Applebloom wasn't taking no for an answer. She climbed on the bed and began trying to push her big sister down with her head.
Applejack blushed and closed her legs tighter, the toy was still running and buzzing inside her body. Forced to keep it hidden from her little sister's young, impressionable eyes, she decided to leave it in and go see what all the fuss was about.
The two sisters trotted downstairs, Applejack much more slowly.
"Hurry up sis!"
"I'm comin!'" Applejack shouted, but hoped to Celestia those words weren't true.
She finally made her way downstairs and saw Granny Smith partially asleep in her rocking chair. "Well? Why am I down here?"
"Eh, say wah now?" Granny Smith popped her eyes open and looked around.
"Oh yes, I need ya t'give me yer famous Applejack-Back-Crack. These old back bones o' mine are givin' me a might of trouble and I can't get no dang sleep with em a botherin me all afternoon." Granny Smith climbed off her chair and laid on her stomach while waiting for Applejack to begin.
The orange mare gulped. This exercise required her to place a rear hoof on the pony's back while keeping the other on the floor and wrapping her front hooves around the pony's chest to lift up. "Uh, Granny, I'm not so sure I'm really feelin' up to it right now."
"You got to. If'n I don't get my back popped I won't be gettin any sleep, and if'n I don't get no sleep, I'll be mighty cranky come dinner time." Granny continued laying face down on the hardwood floor.
Applejack paused for a few moments, then decided she didn't really have a choice. Sure, revealing she had a toy lodged inside her body to her little sister and grandmother would be bad, but as Applejack thought about it, Granny Smith missing her nap was a whole 'nother bucket a beehives.
"Alright, I'll do it. But you best be a little more appreciative this time." Applejack steeled her nerves and tightly tucked her tail between her legs to hold the rapidly vibrating dildo inside.
As she stretched her leg over Granny Smith's back, she felt a tight tension inside herself, causing her to experience an unexpected burst of pleasure. Applejack let out an involuntary moan which startled her little sister.
"Y'alright sis?"
"Uh! Yeah! I'm okay!" Applejack blushed and continued the process of cracking the old mare's back.
"Eh? What's that buzzin' noise? We got skeeters in the house again?!" Granny attempted to swat around the air in front of her face.
"It ain't nothin', don't you worry about it."
Okay, nice and easy, you can do this. Applejack attempted to keep herself calm. She lifted her leg up and wrapped her hooves around Granny's torso. As she pulled up to complete the back cracking process, her tail forced the rubbery shaft deeper inside, bringing her to a gasping orgasm that she'd been fighting for quite some time now.
Applejack closed her eyes and bit down on her tongue as she realized she just had an orgasm while straddling her grandmother.
Just then, Big Macintosh and Braeburn walked through front door. "Hey cuz, we thought you could use an extra set of hooves this applebuck season!"
The three ponies were all painfully quiet.
"What in the name of all things applebuckin' is goin' on here?" Braeburn asked, his shocked expression speaking for itself.
Applejack was the first to respond with a flushed face. "Just uh, doin the old back crackin thing. Nothing, uh, nothing weird goin on!"
As Applejack proved to be the worst liar in all of Equestria, the shaft slipped out and fell onto Granny's lower back, still rapidly vibrating and flailing.
"Ew! What's that!" Applebloom covered her mouth with her hooves, shrieking.
Braeburn began laughing hysterically and fell over on the floor.
"Is it skeeters?! I told ya we had skeeters!" Granny Smith began trying to roll over and swat at the air.
Big Mac stood stoic, his eye twitching. Applejack took a few steps back and desperately searched for the words to make this all blow over like nothing had happened, nothing came to mind. ... Curse you Rarity...
Granny managed to roll over on her back and grab the buzzing object. Applejack quickly took a couple steps forward to try and take it, but stopped, not sure how to properly handle the situation.
"Well I'll be darned if this ain't the biggest skeeter I've ever seen!"
"Granny, that ain't no skeeter..." Applejack spoke up,
"It ain't? Well what is it then?" Granny held the shaft up to her nose and sniffed it.
Braeburn, still lying on the floor took this opportunity to speak up. "It's a blueberry banana! Why don't ya try a bite?"
"No! Granny don't!..." Applejack shouted, but it was too late.
The oblivious old mare took a big bite off the tip of the dong using her false teeth to easily sever the lightweight material.
As she chewed it up, Braeburn became even more hysterical. "No way! That's just nasty Gram Gram!"
Applejack's face was as red as Big Mac's, she stepped back again, fighting the urge to run away. "App... Applebloom, go to yer room, sugarcube."
The excitable little filly would have normally protested, but she sensed something was off in this strange situation and welcomed an escape from her confusion.
The old earthpony wobbled to her hooves and and swished the rubbery chunk around in her mouth before spitting across the room. "Hmm, tastes like... sweat n' plastic..."
Granny Smith sat back down in her chair, tightly clutching onto Applejack's gift as the spat-out piece bounced dangerously close to Braeburn's face, who quickly scurried away. In a matter of seconds, Granny was asleep in her chair. Applejack placed a hoof on her face as the embarrassment began to fully sink in. She knew there was no way she'd ever live this down.
Big Mac lowered his head, torn between the shame of his sister's inappropriate actions and the hilarity of the whole situation. "I know I don't need to tell you this AJ, but what you do in the privacy of your room is your own business. This is what happens when you let your antics venture out into the open, don't let it happen again. Granny coulda choked on that."
Applejack lowered her head and accepted her lecture even if it was a bit unorthodox.
Braeburn, still in love with the moment, threw his share into the conversation. "What a way to go, could you imagine? Here lies Granny Smith. She was a good granny, the best Smith. Met an untimely end, however, it was a suiting end for a mare with more foals than she could count. Surprising? Yes. No one would have guessed she'd die choking on a dil..."
"Enough Brae!" Applejack cut her disrespectful cousin off.
The small earth pony shot her a mischievous glance. "...do."
