It was the most serene, safe place that would allow her safety for such a request. That she had even actually considered asking, after all these years of desperate imaginations and hoping for its like, was rather unbelievable. But still, here she stood: given a chance to finally see a dream be made into reality at last.
When Applejack had first approached Twilight about the idea, the concept seemed laughable in her mind. Find a way to spend time with her mother again? One long gone was unreachable, and no spell had ever been made that could resurrect the dead. To even ask seemed to have more in common with a fool’s errand. But still, she’d been caught at a weak moment; the two had been enjoying some an aged barrel of cider and the farmgirl had become rather tipsy, loose lips allowing the words to fly free and be given life.
Never had she expected an answer to be given- especially when it was a potential success! Twilight had mentioned she knew of an incantation that might grant the unhappy farmgirl her request, but could not remember where she’d encountered it. If, given a few days, she might have something. After a week had passed without word, Applejack wondered if her friend had merely been humoring her rather than giving an honest, unpleasant answer. Surely no spell could exist in all the world that would give her the reunion she so desperately craved. But then again…
She’d been summoned to arrive at the newly blossomed crystalline palace Sunday afternoon, Twilight typically less engrossed with research and study when the world was more at rest. When the doors locked behind her, Applejack found herself anxious; not only was she to be given an answer, but she was also to not be allowed escape.
“Twilight?” The mighty farmer called out, her voice echoing across the gleaming halls so pale and cold. “You there?”
“I’m in the library!” Twilight’s voice rang out across the spacious hall, magnified and made great thanks to whatever enchantment the magical princess had cast. “Come on up, I’m just getting everything set.”
Getting everything set. Though she dared not to hope that her dream would come true, Applejack strode up the stairs and began to believe that perhaps Twilight’s research had proven fruitful. When she turned the corner at the top of the stairs and entered the newly renovated quarters, she found Twilight amidst rows upon rows of books and standing next to a comfortable-looking armchair.
“Hello, Applejack!” Twilight greeted, giving her friend both smile and wave as the two locked eyes. “Come on in, I’m so glad I get to help you with this.”
So it would come to pass! Applejack ran forward as unconscious urge gave her strength. “You found it? No fooling?”
Twilight nodded. “No fooling. It won’t be a real thing –I’ll explain- but I’ll be able to help you speak to your mother again,” she said.
“Oh thank heaven!” Applejack gasped. Though not one with a predilection to emotion, the strong blonde found her eyes stinging as emotion threatened to spill over. “Twilight, I- I never thought I’d ever be able to see her again…”
“I’m glad I can help,” the cheerful princess replied, “but there is a small catch.”
“O- OK…”
Twilight allowed her smile to become something a little more half-hearted. “So, there’s one thing I need to mention first. Like I said earlier, it won’t actually be real. Wherever your mother is now, I can’t bring her here. It won’t be the mother you knew- at least not in the sense of it being a living person like you and me.”
She seemed to be speaking in contradictions, each statement nonsensical. “I don’t get it.”
“So this spell- it’s layered, difficult,” Twilight explained. “It requires tokens, items to make it come to life. And even then, it’s more like painting a picture than magic. I can give you a time and place to talk to a person, but the person will be bound to certain parameters. Does… that make sense?”
“A little,” Applejack mumbled, though she wondered just how much she’d actually managed to comprehend. “So it won’t really be my Mother, but it… will be? At the same time?”
“It’ll look like your mother, behave like your mother, but it’ll only be a figment of your imagination,” Twilight said. “This spell requires two things for the person to experience the vision: A token of the person, and an environment for them to be in. So that’s why I chose the library! You can use a book to help give you and your mother a place in which you can talk- a scene, I guess would be an easier way to put it. And you’ll need a picture, too! So the spell can print out a copy of the person for you to interact with- and then it’ll need you. All your memories of them, how they acted and behaved so they won’t just be an empty shell.”
It sounded both complicated and simple all at once, but Applejack felt like she had the general gist of it. “So you need me to have a picture of my Mom, and then I need to grab one of your books to make it work, and…”
“And then you need to be holding it when I place the spell on you. That’s why I have the chair, because you’ll sort of be unconscious once the enchantment takes effect,” Twilight said. “So… take your pick! I hope you have a photograph of your mother with you.”
The thought that she wouldn’t was laughable; Applejack always carried a picture of her beloved mother in her breast pocket, concealed in a protector so as to endure all trouble and trial that the world could hope to throw at it. It was a simple photograph, really; Pear Butter dressed in a simple button-up and jean shorts as she’d been caught tossing around hay in the barn stalls, a smile on her face and eyes alight with laughter. She’d been so young back then, just beginning the days of her marriage and enjoying this world of the Apple family that had been gifted to her. To Applejack, it was the most wonderful picture of anyone in the whole world. Now all she’d need is the setting…
“Find anything?” Twilight called.
Applejack froze in her search and wondered if that was suspicion she heard in Twilight’s voice. She was not going to choose merely any tawdry novel, not haphazardly. Try as the regal woman might to forget the early days of her arrival to this palace, Applejack had been there to help her bring this library to life and see it filled with books once more. And that also happened to include a small, clandestine shelf of material that Twilight likely wished to be forgotten…
“OK, so you’ve found something!” Twilight said happily, eyes on her friend as Applejack reappeared with a faded pocket novel in one hand and a worn photograph in the other. “So, just- put the picture in between the pages. Somewhere specific, so it can be used to bind you and the person to that specific scene…”
Applejack did her best to be subtle about its placement; if Twilight caught on to her intentions then the whole thing might fall apart. A quick, discrete search through the pages and she plunged the thin item in between the leaves. “Done.”
“OK, now take a seat…” Twilight raised her hand and summoned twin fingers for her bidding, digits beginning to glow and come alive with the might of her internal force. “This could be a while, OK? I don’t know how long the spell will last, but it’s going to be tied to what you desire to get from it. So when you come back your body might feel a bit beaten around.”
“I understand. Thank you, Twilight,” Applejack mumbled, trying her best to keep her friend’s gaze even if the embarrassment was keen on seeing it shaken. “Truly.”
“Of course! Who wouldn’t want to speak to their mother one last time? Now hold still.”
Applejack closed her eyes, bracing for the moment that would see her world transfigured. Would she feel a change? A warp, shifting from one place to the next? Twilight had said she would go unconscious, maybe it would be more akin to sleeping. Oh heavens, she could hardly stand the wait-
A sudden flash even through sealed lids and a cold so deep that she gasped; Applejack slumped over in her seat and promptly fell unconscious as light coursed across her body and everything in her grasp. Photo, book, and person all shuddered as power ran through them like a tremor, seeing them bound and inexorably woven into this new tapestry.
Twilight watched as she let her hand fall, intrigued herself as to how this spell would work. She’d never cast any of its like before; such a personal thing, and so very old. How desperate Applejack had to be to need such a moment thrown into her mind! It would be little more than imaginations, yet would at least feel like reality and be treated as memory. Or would it? She’d have to ask once the enchantment’s effects wore off. And come to think of it, what book had Applejack grabbed? The farmgirl had seemed awful keen on keeping the title hidden. Would she disturb the potency of the magic if she tried to peek?
Leaning down so as to see the spine, the words of the faded pocket novel screamed out in lettering that only one such genre in the world would dare to proclaim. The young royal’s eyes narrowed for a moment before flaring wide with disbelief; after the rumors, whispered words of others that had seeped through the world regarding so many- now it was in her own home? “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!”
She was standing on the edge of the porch, leaning against one of the beams that held aloft the ramshackle tin roof. On the precipice of her ancestral home, Applejack looked out into the farmyard she knew by heart and tried to bask in its simple glory. To those who might pass by and lay eyes upon the place, it would seem positively simple- if not rather grubby. The dirt tossed hither and thither by wheels or the feet of human and beast alike, wire mesh guarding a portion of the yard for the chickens to roam in safety, battered buildings of wood and stone that housed food, tools, and livestock. It was not much, nor had it ever been; even the first Apples who had ever staked their claim to this place gifted to them by the Princess so long ago had been on the knife’s edge of poverty. No Apple would ever be considered rich. But this was home, home to so many memories and treasured things that to the young woman who tended to its care, it could only be considered priceless.
Applejack enjoyed the view that lay sprawled before her, her one and only home sitting peacefully beneath the bright blue of a clear noonday sky. It should have been so easy. But then again, she wasn’t at all sure how she’d ended up here. It was as if she’d sprung up from the earth, come forth to life right at this very spot, no memory or thought as to how it had all come to pass. But surely that didn’t make any sense! She was a full-grown adult, not a child, people didn’t just spontaneously enter the world as is. What had happened? “Blast it all, what was I doing?” The farmgirl muttered to herself. “I wasn’t doing chores, I wasn’t waiting for anyone- was I? Come on, now, figure it out! Remember!”
From a great distance came the answers she sought, seeping into her mind slowly as though fed to her through a straw. No, she had not just appeared here out of nowhere. And despite its appearance, this wasn’t actually her home- yes, that’s right, it wasn’t. It was a memory, a recollection of a day she’d considered worth remembering. She’d given it… no, wait, she hadn’t. Something to do with Twilight, that was it. A spell- and a book! Applejack tried not to blush as she recalled the text she’d surreptitiously snuck into the enchantment’s casting. Don’t lose nerve now, not when she was so close to fulfilling her dream. She’d used that book and a picture of… of… “Oh my gosh.”
The pieces began to fall together, that muddied flow suddenly crashing down upon her and setting the farmgirl to a fever pitch. She’d come here to meet her mother! A photograph of her mother, all the memories she had of the wonderful woman and this place they’d both called home- that book! Applejack leapt off the porch and began to wildly look about, trying to catch sight of the one she was seeking. There was no activity anywhere she looked, not in house or yard or anywhere eyes looked. Even the sound of chickens clucking as they moseyed about their secured section of yard was absent; was this place made deliberately empty on her behalf? But her mother had to be here somewhere, it wasn’t just empty. Surely that wasn’t how it worked. “Mom?” Applejack called, though her voice hardly reached above a whisper. Some keen sense told her that she would have to seek out her mother rather than the other way around- heaven knew why.
Applejack’s first instinct was to return to the farmhouse and begin searching through the place. Her mother had been a homebody more often than not; she’d done everything she could to keep the place sparkling clean for her husband and children, meals ready and awaiting their consumption. Surely she had to be nearby, especially considering the circumstances! But a search of the kitchen, the bathroom, and even her old bedroom yielded nothing. Just where had she gotten to?
“She could be anywhere out here,” Applejack realized, the vastness of her family’s orchard beginning to settle upon her in a way it had not before. Finding her mother might be like seeking a needle in a haystack. Did this spell have a time limit? “I sure hope not. This could take a while…” Applejack, following whatever unknown sense guided her decisions, decided to walk out towards the orchards rather than sprint. Why she was so dedicated to conserving energy? Something about it made sense yet didn’t all at the same time. It was so strange. Yet still she obeyed, driven out and towards the open lands that she had tread so many times before-
Just before she could break through the perimeter of the farmyard, there came to her ears a sound so sweet and soft that it brought the blonde woman to an immediate halt. The melody was so familiar to her mind, hearkening back to younger days when she’d been hardly more than a toddler; a song of love in the prairies, a gentle thing that spoke of two hearts so deeply entwined that not even their last breaths could see them separated. How many times had she heard this voice sing, bring to life these words? As warm as the springtime sun, sweeter than honey, and brimming with affection. To hear it again after so, so long…
Pushing the door to the barn open and letting light filter in, Applejack peered into the dark and felt her breath catch when she caught sight of her elusive prize. Standing in the furthest corner stall, that petite form adorned with lush curls of ginger hair and busied with spreading a comfortable layer of hay across hardwood flooring; just to see her again, so vibrant and tangible and real…
Perhaps it was the change in the light that caught her attention. Perhaps instead it was the groaning creak of the door that had alerted her- or that small, muffled gasp that spoke to a human presence. Pear Butter turned from her work and peered into the light, trying to discern who now stood in this place with her. “Who is that?” She called, her voice so tranquil that it made her daughter’s heart ache. “If you’re here to lend a hand, I won’t say no.”
“Mom..?” Applejack had wanted to sound bolder but the power of this reunion was becoming too much for her to withstand. Dream or fantasy, whatever it really was- it felt and sounded so real that she was so easily convinced. “Is that you?”
There came the sound of a gasp and Pear Butter instantly dropped her pitchfork, stumbling out into the open floor of the barn so as to confirm her dearest suspicions. “Applejack? Sweetheart, is that you?”
Oh my god… “Mom!”
As soon as their eyes met, the gap between them was instantly shrunk. Mother ran to daughter, daughter crashing into mother and as each took the other in a tight, nigh-crushing embrace. Laughter and tears intertwined, the two kindred staggering and yet wheeling about as their delight brought them to the realm of silliness and fools. It was not real yet more real than anything her heart had ever known; just to feel her mother in her arms again was a joy she’d thought would be reserved for the halls of eternity, not in the early days of her adulthood.
“Oh my goodness, Applejack! Look at you, you’re all grown up!” Pear Butter cried, pausing in their embrace so that she might examine her child. “Ooh, you got your father’s build for sure, such a tall girl! I never thought I’d get to see you like this!”
“I never thought I’d see you again,” Applejack said. Her tears had yet to truly cease, the joy of the moment too great for her to overcome just yet. “Mom, I- I-”
“Shh, it’s alright! It’s alright, I’m right here, I really am,” Pear Butter said, trying to soothe her kin before the younger woman truly lost all composure. “Oh, this is so wonderful. How is everyone? How’s the farm? What have you been doing? Tell me everything!”
Applejack still knew throughout it all that this was little more than a figment of her imagination given life and form. Pear Butter somehow knew this was a visit between two souls long since separated, and how could she be aware of such a fact lest it be by her daughter’s mind? There was too much that could break the game- yet the pleasure of this reunion was too joyous to be defeated by any reality check. For so long the only true desire she’d ever held deep within her heart was to spend one last day with her mother again. Now, due to the kindness of another and probably more luck than she knew, that dream was being realized! A world had come to life and allowed her to spend it contentedly walking alongside Pear Butter wherever they wished.
There was so much to talk about, and the sweet matriarch was eager to hear it all. So many stories of her children to hear, of family and friends who still carried on without her. Every new tidbit of news seemed to be a delight to Pear Butter’s spirit; to hear of her son, her daughters, was a delight. To know that the home she’d come to love was still well-cared for and thriving, the village that had been happy to have her had become such a wondrous place.
“Tell me more about your friends!” Pear Butter all but demanded, her smile so bright that it would have been useless to resist. A stroll through the orchards allowed them the comfort of familiar sights perfectly suited for seclusion, the two women walking together beneath leaf and branch as the past was recalled. “How did you come to meet them all, do I know any of their parents? Surely they’re not all from somewhere else before they came here.”
“Would you believe me if I said that was mostly true?” Applejack replied. “Fluttershy and Rainbow are old friends from Cloudsdale that moved here, Pinkie’s from a rock-farming family, Twilight’s from Canterlot… only Rares and I grew up around here.”
“It certainly sounds like a unique bunch, you all,” Pear Butter remarked. “I don’t remember Rarity being a friend of yours when you were little. What brought you together?”
“Umm…” It wasn’t as though Applejack tired of speaking with her mother, but there was a difficulty in telling such a tale without coming off as arrogant. Considering the role she’d played in that crisis, how could she speak plainly and not stroke her own ego? Doing the best she could to leave the majority of the credit at the feet of her friends, the farmgirl spoke in length about the journey to that ancient castle as well as the nigh-countless stories that came after. There was just so much to say, so many stories and moments and memories to tell, their bittersweet flavor now a little bit lessened. Applejack had found herself sitting alone at nights so many times, awake and gazing out into the starlight as she wondered what her mother might say to the things she’d experienced. It had been a miserable thing to know that she would never be able to tell the tale, to see her mother react and hear her remarks on the matter- no matter how small. But now… now! Pear Butter was there at her side and behaving as the perfect audience with laughter and shouts and gasps at each new adventure. It couldn’t have possibly been better.
“Look at you,” Pear Butter breathed, pausing in their walk back to the homestead so as to fully regard her daughter. The freckled blonde had hardly been more than a scrawny, fiery young girl the last time they’d met, not even half her height and possessing just enough strength to lift an apple barrel above her head. Now at her side was a woman of remarkable beauty; not the graceful and gentle-hearted being that her mother was, but instead a thing of great strength and might. Her tall form radiated the power within, no fat along those bones to conceal the potent muscle. Yet still, within that heart beat an incredible kindness and devoted spirit. “My little girl’s all grown up and beautiful. And a hero, too. I couldn’t be more proud of you.”
To see those light-green eyes shining up at her, so full of admiration, was more than Applejack could stand to endure for long. A deep flush beneath those freckles and she continued to saunter on back to the farmhouse, continuous in her efforts to see her mother’s glowing reception shushed. As much as she wanted to hear praises in that sweet voice, modesty demanded she try to fight just a little. “I just what I’m supposed to,” she tried to say. “And there’s plenty of times I screwed up, too. Just ask anyone. If it weren’t for my friends, Granny, Big Mac and Apple Bloom- I know I’d have screwed up worse.”
“You can say any kind of protest you want, but I am still very, very glad you’re my daughter,” Pear Butter replied, her smile a cheeky thing. “I’m just surprised you haven’t married. Surely there’s suitors lining up outside the house waiting for you.”
What a thing to say! Considering what she’d come here for, such a remark seemed almost too on-the-nose. “I-” Applejack tried to regain her composure. “Well, not really. I just… I ain’t been all that interested, really. Too important to take care of Sweet Apple Acres, I guess.”
“Oh, so you’ve been hoping for someone in particular!” Pear Butter deduced, immediately rewarded with an answer in the form of a deep blush on her daughter’s face. “Well, I know they’ll be very lucky to have you. Who wouldn’t want to wake up next to a beautiful, strong farmgirl like you?”
It was deliberate mockery. Applejack hadn’t selected the wrong book, had she? If the thing had somehow hidden a degradation kink from her, then heaven knew how this was going to go! With little idea of what to say next, she merely kept on walking and made sure to look anywhere but at her beautiful mother’s smiling face. “Sun’s starting to get low,” she said.
“So it would seem,” Pear Butter assented. “Come, it’s been a long day. Mind taking your mother on home?” Her arm was soon taken in hand as her daughter guided her on back to the familiar homestead they cherished, their slow stroll through the lush orchards at last coming to an end.
Applejack felt her heart’s pace starting to quicken. The moment hadn’t arrived yet, but she knew it had to be soon. There were too many hints, and her own desires were starting to beg. How could she not notice such wondrous things about this beautiful woman who so contentedly clung to her? Pear Butter was still lush and full of life, slender form adorned in simple jean shorts and a rolled-up plaid shirt to help her endure exuded body heat. So fair and lovely, even if not possessing a sultry sensuality; Applejack had long ago decided this was the model woman, the epitome of beauty.
Pear Butter sighed. Taking in the sights of their simple, rustic abode had turned her joyous thoughts to someplace deeper, echoes of sorrow upon her face. “I’ve missed being here with you,” she murmured. “I miss your laughter, your smile… it’s been too long since we just- enjoyed spending time with one another.”
“I know.” Applejack felt a lump in her throat as she recalled that last embrace they’d shared, a bedtime hug that would be broken by a cold morning. “I’m… this has been nice.”
“It’s been perfect. Thank you so much for spending a day with your Mama again!” Pear Butter said, soon wrapping her daughter in her arms one more time.
Applejack fell into the comforting embrace of her mother’s gentle grasp, soon lost in the softness of the long hair that tickled against her face. It had been too long since she had felt so safe and secure in the arms of anyone, too long since that sweet hint of orchard fruit came upon her senses. It was a reminder of early days and early feelings, fully realized in the now as this resplendent countryside scene saw host to their long-awaited reunion. “I love you, Mom,” she said faintly, her often-strong voice made muffled by emotion and form.
“I love you, too, my sweet,” Pear Butter replied.
But now came the difficult part; instinctive response told her to be fearful, a tremble coming over the heartsick farmgirl. It had to be now, now or let this old flame die and never emerge again so long as she lived. “No, Mom, I don’t just...” Applejack forced herself to come away from her mother’s shoulders, there to meet that lovely gaze eye to eye. “I- I love you. And not just as a daughter, I know it’s different but-”
“Ssh... it’s alright, it’s alright,” Pear Butter said, her gentle voice cutting through the descending anxiety of her daughter and bringing babbled words to a halt. Yet even still she smiled, her eyes glowing with that tender sweetness that could so easily make one’s heart melt. “I know. I love you, too.”
Applejack knew what she saw before her was a fantasy; an imagined place made real and tangible through print ink and magic. But the fact that she had actually heard those words spoken, full of the same feeling that rattled about in her own heart, was an emotional crescendo. “Do- oh, do you really mean it?”
“Of course I do,” Pear Butter assured her, her words incredulous as though there could be no other reasonable conclusion. “Just look at you. You’ve grown up to be such a beautiful young woman, so strong and proud... I’d be silly not to love you.”
“Then- then would you kiss me, Mom?” Applejack whispered, a small tinge of worry that this daring request would break the spell that had brought this moment to pass; it was too close now for a shattering not to be devastating. “Please?”
Pear Butter’s smile deepened, her eyes shining with a brilliant warmth. “Only on one condition,” she said.
Anything...”
“After I’ve kissed you,” the lovely matriarch whispered as she leaned in close, “I’ll need you to kiss me back.”
Applejack felt tears spring in her eyes as she at last felt that long-awaited sensation; her mother’s lips upon her own, their wonderful softness pressed against her in perfect union. She had longed for this moment, dreamed of it, but never had she dared to believe that it would actually come true! By instinct she cradled her mother’s face in her hands, unable to keep the small coo of relief silent. This was the kiss for which she had longed, and Applejack loved every second of it. The smoothness of those soft lips upon her own, that slight hint of sweet flavor that came with her deepened press, the sweet smell of her hair now magnified all the more. She had been in love for so long, but never had even her most intimate daydreams found something this wonderful.
Too soon, Pear Butter came away from her sweetly kissed daughter, seemingly just as delighted in their sapphic union as the joyous farmgirl who stood before her. “Now... don’t keep your mother waiting,” she teased.
Applejack didn't hesitate, bringing herself to those glossed lips and kissing them with all the years of her fruitless passions behind them; fiercely, wonderfully, a weighted longing so heavy that even her awaiting partner could only swoon; mother and daughter sighed together as they enjoyed the presence and taste of one another, arms holding one another fast so as to enjoy the kiss in fullness.
“Mmm... Applejack,” Pear Butter moaned, happy voice left breathless as their kiss came to a slow, syrupy end. “Do you want to make love with your mother?”
“I need to...”
Pear Butter smiled. “Oh, my sweet, so do I.”
There were so many choices ahead of them. So many places to go, so many things to do; why even stop this union? Perhaps all they should do was stay right where they were and let their passions see them turned into little more than embers. But despite the desperate hunger that drove her, Applejack would not see a woman such as her mother be ravished right in the dirt like a common beast of the earth. She deserved a special place, private and unique so that they might forever remember their time bound together. Was the bedroom too much of a cliché to be used? The more she thought of its place for such love, the less she liked it; no, they were made for different scenery. Something comfortable and private, yes, but a court of pleasure meant for them alone. There was only one locale in the world that could offer them this, wasn’t there? Perhaps they reached the same conclusion together, for Applejack and Pear Butter ran to the barn in a stream of giggles. Hand in hand, excited for the moments that would come next, and eager to see them come to life; there were roles to play and they were glad to perform.
“Oh, not just on the straw, sweetheart,” Pear Butter kindly chided, a wagging finger as her daughter entered the spacious barn and leaned back against a bale. “Come on, now, treat your lady properly. We’ll need a blanket to get messy in!”
Inexperience? Possibly, but she was not one to complain. A small swish as the comfortable violet cloth was lain across the ground; spacious, soft to the touch, and perfectly made for two women to enjoy themselves. The moment the dust settled, Pear Butter was in her daughter’s strong arms and bearing a smile. Not hesitant in the slightest, delighted to be ravished- Applejack knew she’d never find an equal!
“Now,” Pear Butter said, eyeing her daughter longingly, “I think we need to have a little fun, don’t you agree? Why don’t we just… enjoy each other for a little bit?”
The first kiss came gently, and its successor just the same. Though she could feel her heart pounding madly and demanding a bloodied ravishing, Applejack found that her amorous affections were just as easily satisfied by these simple liplocks; she and her mother could be gentle and still possess a happy romanticism. They had all the time in the world to enjoy one another, to do nothing more than lean back and let kisses flow like water; why not make the most of that opportunity while it was available? Though they descended to their knees, their lips found no need to depart from one another for long; one press would always be swiftly followed by another, slight leaning of body so as to make room for the next. Oh, how Applejack had always dreamt of this moment~! To spend her time doing little else than kissing her mother was better than anything else she’d ever known in all her years in the world.
A slight pressure against her face as Pear Butter began her happy caresses; Applejack gave a small start when she felt the softly applied pressure upon her cheek- but why fear? It was only the gentle touch of her mother’s fingers, stroking along the contours of her face as the sweet woman delighted in their kisses. Should she follow suit? Reciprocate? Applejack wasn’t at all sure of what actually to do but complied anyways, copying her mother’s motions and finding herself enjoying the gesture. It was wonderful to love someone like this! Oh, why not get a little closer? To really feel body and heartbeat as each press of lips saw them magnified? The poor girl couldn’t resist scooting just a little bit closer every single time she felt her mother’s loving peck; it took little time for them to be fully entwined, legs bound and hands happily stroking through hair and across smooth skin to celebrate their endless union of lips.
Falling back against the covered bales, Applejack and Pear Butter were quickly becoming lost in the happy delirium that was their kisses, more focused on the satisfaction of the other than anything else that could hope to distract them. Hands gently stroked across face and fair form, body became more entwined, their contented passions strong enough to summon forth the sound of moans and coos from muffled mouths. What else did they need in life, beyond the loving touch of the other? What more could life have to offer that could even hope to match this union? Applejack adored her mother, and her mother craved her; there was nothing that would ever equal this woman to whom they were bound.
“Mmm… Oh, Applejack,” Pear Butter slowly pulled away from the tender touch of her daughter, so unwilling yet still a necessary task. To look in her beautiful beloved’s eyes and see that warmth, that longing all directed towards her was a strength for her spirit. “I don’t think I’ve ever known a better kisser than you.”
Of course she flushed. Applejack knew she wasn’t anywhere close to the most experienced of women in the world when it came to any aspect of romance, discrete practice with trusted souls the only opportunity she'd ever been afforded. No one would have ever believed that she’d practiced romance for the sake of romancing her mother; she wouldn’t have even believed herself, really. But now, having joyously explored the depths of Pear Butter’s lips, the praise that came from this beautiful woman was the highest compliment she could receive. “I- you deserve the best.”
“And you’ve delivered that in spades,” Pear Butter murmured, hands upon Applejack’s face as she leaned in and placed one last peck. “Would you mind- can your mother ask a little favor? Pretty please?”
“Of course!”
Pear Butter looked away- actual embarrassment as she considered her request! “Can we… well, would- mind opening your mouth a little? I just can’t get close enough to you like this.”
“Can I do a little better and take off your top, too?” Applejack replied.
Pear Butter’s eyes shown with delight at her words, the single button that held fabric in place loosened and allowed to fly; the inside of her cleavage suddenly was there for the eyes to feast upon, beckoning for further touch and taste. “Open wide, sweetheart…”
Eyes closed once more and open mouths found one another, the simple press of lips just the beginning as slithering, salivating tongue wove out from their place and sought out its mate; gently, lovingly, mother and daughter allowed their tongues to begin their loving dance. There was no need for great haste, no wild intensity in their romance; this love was a tender thing formed during years of painful absence. Each adored the other too greatly to want to overwhelm or ravish, not when love was glad to be made; better to just let kisses be made perfect in their softened harmony, to slowly drink of one another and allow tongues to twist together in glorious rhythm. The moans that came from muffled lips, the coos mother and daughter sang together were proof that this slow procession was perfect for them.
Pear Butter gave a giggle as her green-and-white button-up was pulled from across her chest to reveal sleek, petite mounds across her chest; nipples already hard from her devoted loving of her daughter now beckoned for further touch, one that Applejack was happy to provide. Hands came and gently kneaded across succulent flesh, fingers teasing tanned nipple- enough to provide excitement, but not so that their kisses would be seen as lacking. “Mmm…”
Applejack wanted to squeal when she felt something began to slither beneath her shirt; pushing beneath the buttons of her garment were two small, softened hands that wove their way across toned muscle of her abs before moving upwards and finding succulent breastflesh. Oh, she wanted her mother to see them and declare them lovely! That the freckles about the areola were like dashes of cinnamon sugar, sweet and enticing to both hands and mouth! She would need to know these words on her mother’s lips before night’s end, surely; thankfully, it would only be a matter of time.
“Mmm- Mom~!” Applejack had to pull herself away lest Pear Butter fully rob her of breath; thin filaments of viscous liquid grew taut and severed as their tongues parted from their dance and returned to their mistress. “Can I undress you, right now? I- I can’t keep waiting!”
“Ooh, neither can I!” Pear Butter proclaimed. Tossing her shirt aside and letting her slender body be all but bare, the sweet farmgirl undid the button of her denim shorts. “I’ll need to return the favor. If anyone’s going to see my daughter naked, it had better be me…”
It took only a short time for Pear Butter’s shorts to be cast aside into the corner, with lace panties not delayed in soon following after. To be laid bare and body fully allowed to breathe was a heavenly thing for both of them, mother delighted to be seen by daughter in such intimacy; to be looked upon by this strong, beautiful woman and seen with such desire was intoxicating. For Applejack, just looking upon her mother like this was more than a dream. She’d hoped for such a thing, prayed for it, dreamed it so many times that to count them would be impossible. Yet here she was, feeling Pear Butter’s smooth form beneath her hands as they flowed across bare flesh; there was so much to enjoy and to cherish, she had to know it all!
But then there came the symphonious reply to her work; the buttons on her shirt were coming undone, the naked body beneath starting to quiver as she felt her mother’s hunger directed upon her in force. To be undressed because desire could not resist, to watch those eyes come alive in happiness as the succulent beauty beneath was found to be a gift beyond imagining… Applejack knew she would forever hold that moment of her mother’s ecstasy in her heart. All directed at her, at her body, and watching that joy turn into a potent lust. “Oh, sweetheart- you are perfect!”
They fell upon one another as though it were the most natural thing in the world, lips and body becoming so entwined that it would have been difficult to distinguish one woman from the other. These were not the gentle unions of prior, tender in delivery and soft in touch; this was a desire now fully enflamed, given life and allowed to set afire all it touched. Applejack poured her affections into her mother, Pear Butter eager to meet it and see the union continue. Tongue could not be kept away from its pair, licking and lapping away together in harmony; body came together and meshed freely, legs tangled as slit was pressed against slit. If one could not wait for further, then neither could the other. Together they would see the gap close and made perfect with love.
The first rocking motion came at Applejack’s behest, a slow, deep grind against her mother’s folds because she simply could not wait any longer. Oh, how she needed to know her mother’s dripping caress and feel that wondrous flower! If she did not know the scent of that nectar and revel in it~! That initial strike made them both pause in their kisses and come to a gasp; it hadn’t just been delightful, not even a revelation, but an awakening of a joy so deep that nothing would ever be able to compare.
“Do that again, sweetie,” Pear Butter pleaded, hands upon her daughter’s face and forcing their eyes to lock. “And don’t stop. Please, please don’t stop…”
The order had been given and she would most certainly obey; Applejack began to repeat the rhythm, taking a few more strokes to regain the electric feeling that had ignited them; it was a timing, more akin to a dance or a song than anything carnal. But she had to repeat it, and when she did- oh, how did the two farmgirls connect! A unified gasp followed by a relieved moan, able to enjoy the dopamine rush that came with each new thrust. What could hope to reach this height? Applejack was making love with the only woman she’d ever wanted, without judgment or fear or shame at all. She could simply feel her mother against her body, the cool puff of air that came with each new gasp, the rush of heat within her own form as the event cascaded. There was no reason to slow down, no reason to escalate; just to enjoy this unifying joy with her mother was all she had ever asked for.
But would instinct allow it? Every thrust demanded a little more of her, more energy and need driving her actions; Applejack could see the very same reflected in Pear Butter’s eyes, a desire put into physical action when she felt the tickle of ginger hair against her face when her mother pulled her in for a kiss. The moan, now muffled, fell against her lips and made her heart weak. She was desperate for Applejack’s touch, to see this union intensify into a crescendo? Applejack wanted it to last forever, but the call was far too difficult to resist; she would have to go beyond and know this in all its fullness.
Another thrust, then another- deep grinds as slickened folds fell upon one another again and again. Trying her best to keep her breath from unwittingly escaping her lips was a fight in of itself, one capable of distracting her from holding fast and enduring the ecstasy she felt below. Try as she might, the poor farmgirl could only give her fullest against one and thus let fly the other, Applejack left struggling to decipher the best answer. Should she cry out like a young girl, sound ringing across the secluded barn and give voice to her joys? Or was now the time to fully revel in her mother’s touch and give in to the weight of her passions? Oh, to resist either for a little longer so that the pleasure might continue was needed, yet how desperately she wished to relent and let the ocean’s tide consume her! She was unable to make a decision, caught in the maelstrom-
Pear Butter could not have been unaware of her daughter’s struggles when she chose to act. A heady cry and she shuddered, holding back just enough so that she might lash out and suck on her daughter’s tongue so as to endure a little while longer. One long, slow pull was all it took for her to become fully incensed, leaping on Applejack’s lips and kissing so fiercely that all breath was robbed of them both.
She broke. How could she withstand the pressure and not fall into the depths of this passion? Applejack held nothing back, meeting her mother’s cries with songs of her own as their grinding were rewarded with fireworks. They reveled in the pleasure, drank deep of one another, unable to do anything but focus on one more motion and add to the rocking rhythm that would see them all the more tightly bound. Oh, to love one another and never, ever have to stop this magnificent, wondrous symphony of perfection~!
The wave crashed upon her with such force that surely the earth moved with her. Applejack’s head swam, body seized, aching sound put to silence in an instant as the cascading gush came and flowed from her form. The rush of orgasm was breathtaking to endure, almost painful so great was its magnificence. She felt it crash and soon begin to ebb away from her mind, allowing the fog to clear- but what was this? This new wetness was not her own, these sounds were not her own! Pear Butter had climaxed, just the same as she, clutching down into her daughter’s flesh so as to hold on against the tide. Mother and daughter held one another close and rode through the storm together, letting the ebb and flow enjoy its high and slowly fade away in weak breaths and the tiredness of form that fell upon them both. It had taken so much time, so much willingness to hold on and endure on for a little longer. But this sweet, wonderful union had been seen to and made perfect by each other…
Applejack and Pear Butter held one another fast as their breaths came in gasps; barely able to stay upright, legs still wrapped together and now dripping juices, there were so many choices as to what came next. They could simply keep going if they caught their breath, couldn’t they? Perhaps more kissing, a little fingering, even delicious bottomflesh that could be feasted upon. But rather than any of the numerous options available, exhaustion decided to have its way and see them fall to earth, hardly capable of doing anything more than finding one another’s hand and holding tight.
“Mom…” Applejack gazed into the wearied gaze of her wondrous mother and wondered if she could ever love anyone as much as she did now. She had bound herself to this woman’s flesh, dedicated her heart to- how could such a thing be rivaled? “Thank you…”
“The pleasure’s all mine,” Pear Butter cooed, reaching in so as to place a small, gentle peck on her daughter’s lips. “I’m so glad we could be together like this.”
For a time they merely rested together, barely awake and allowing bodies to cool as they cuddled. What else did they need to do when contentment allowed them this happiness? The passionate flames had been reduced to cinders and would offer no more strength; now was the time for comfort and reflection- and, though terrible it might be, one last goodbye.
“What am I going to do without you?” Applejack wondered aloud. She played with one lock of Pear Butter’s curled hair, recalling that even its youthful softness had never felt as good as this. “I’ve waited so long for this, and… and it’ll likely just be this one time.”
“It was worth waiting for,” Pear Butter replied. “I’ll always remember this moment. And hold it tight, until we meet again.”
“But you’ll- I’ll be gone for so long. And I’ll just have to wait for you until then,” the blonde farmer said. “How- how am I supposed to keep waiting like that?”
Pear Butter smiled, so wistful and warm in her affections. This moment was coming to an end, she knew, a reunion that offered so little time left for them to enjoy. If she were to say something meaningful, it had to be now. “I won’t ask you to wait for that day, sweetheart,” Pear Butter finally said. “Find another girl. Someone who’ll love you, help you not feel so lonely. I won’t be jealous.”
“But it won’t be you…”
“Then go marry a mom, if that’s what you need!” Pear Butter countered in a feast of giggles. “Oh, sweetheart, how I wish I could be there with you now. But goodness… I can hardly wait to see you again. You know I’ll be there to find you when the time comes.”
Applejack knew it to be true, even if this moment of parting was agony to endure. She felt her world soften and turn to cloud, light and surroundings turn colors of bright gold and white; everything she’d loved about this place was fading away before her eyes, soon to be no more than memory and happiness that would be her treasure alone. But never would she forget the feeling of her mother; the words, the tears, the laughter and happiness that had come to life in a world ready-made to see them both brought together one last time. All those many kisses, the feel of her mother’s touch, even her taste… all there for her, and no one else. What more could she ask for?
The world about her unblurred, slowly as colors beyond reckoning faded away became crystalline- or was it? Perhaps this was not color and mere rush of sound but things meant to be tangible, real-world there for her taking. Yet still she could feel her mother’s slickness, the sweetness of her lips; not quite as much a dream as she had begun to believe, but something far more wonderful.
Then Applejack felt the dampness of her soaked panties, jeans above them hardly any better- and the loud, exasperated scream of Twilight as the beautiful princess asked, “Are you serious? Why’d I have to get dragged into this?!”
Author's Note
I still feel like my sex scenes aren't really where they should be. I dunno.
Enjoy, I guess.
