Fimfic slowly bit the tempting red apple he just harvested, proving thusly that this have been a good year.
-You know? Ah’ could bake em’ in a tasty apple pie.- Said Applejack
-I’m not a fan of Apple pies, but I make a terrific Cherry pie myself.- responded Fimfic
-Really? Ah’d love to taste it
Fimfic was a man of his word, he rarely made a promise he wasn’t willing to fulfill. Besides that, it was a long time since he got to test his recipe with his newest groups of friends. Since Granny Smith, Big Mac and Applebloom were out to Appleloosa to visit all of their relatives, it was the duty of them both to upkeep the farm while they were away. Cooking for each other had become something common.
Applejack looked carefully the making of the cake. She found fascinating seeing someone of a different species cooking, doing it as good as Fimfic did was even better
In no time, a sweet temper invaded the room. The cake came straight out of the oven, ready to be consumed
-Applejack, would you do me the honors?
-Of course pard’ner.- And saying no more, Applejack got her teeth upon it. In just two or three bites the incredibly sweet taste of the bakery invaded the orange pony’s mouth. Applejack stopped the mouthful inside, feeling it melting deliciously on her palate, she felt that swallowing would be a waste, yet her reflexes forced her to do it.
-Perfect, just perfect. Ah’ didn’ knew you had it in you!
-I cooked this for my friends all the time. I used to put some ice cream on top of it.
Applejack put a new portion of pie in her mouth. A torrent of blood rushed through her face and filled her cheeks. This flavor was intoxicating, it provoked an exorbitant sensation. Applejack wondered what was she feeling about, since it was a sensation that, albeit she hadn’t felt before, she seemed to know perfectly; it was the unmistakable madness of love. Applejack questioned herself if this was caused by the pie, and it was not to be surprised about, since its flavor got her captivated immediately, but on the other side of the cake was Fimfic, who was responsible of cooking it. They say that the fastest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, and in this case, the same applied for this innocent and beautiful white-freckled pony.
Some of the cherries rested over the table, Fimfic took some and threw them in his mouth. Among them, he picked one that still had the stem.
-Hey Applejack, wanna see a trick?.- Fimfic moved the tongue inside of his mouth for a few seconds. Soon after, he opened his mouth and extended his tongue, in which tip was found the stem, tied in an almost perfect knot.
Applejack shuddered for a moment. Her rear legs stopped responding, she felt how coherence left her body. She started to feel her face each time hotter. She reminded how not long ago, the girls talked about how to know if a stallion was good using his tongue. Rarity affirmed that if a stallion could tie a knot to the stem of a cherry with his mouth alone, it meant he was a good kisser, among other things.
Applejack, who was an extremely reserved girl in regard of the opposite sex, could not help to wonder how true would all that turn to be. Only for a healthy curiosity, since back then, such things meant nothing to her still immaculate heart.
However, this time she felt naked for the very first time in her whole life, she felt her whole body, every inch, even the most discreet, had to be possessed entirely. The sensation of her own skin rubbing against itself was maddening.
-Applejack, are you alright?
-Beg ya’ pardon?
-Your face, it got red all of a sudden. Besides, judging by your expression, you seem a little sick. You shouldn’t work under the sun so much
-Huh? Oh yeah! the sun! It’s mighty strong this time o’ the year, isn’t it?
-Say no more, I’ll finish the Applebucking on the east side on my own. Stay here and rest for a while.
-No way Fim, I could never do that to you
-Don’t say that, I promised your brother I would take care of you these two weeks and I’m willing to carry it through. Besides, I’ve been slow lately, considering how good you’re at it.
Applejack started to laugh, yet she found herself incapable of stopping before looking like a dork.
-Stay calm, I’ll be right back.
Fimfic went out with a jolly stride toward the fields where dozens of red dots could be appreciated on the distance. Instinctively, she found herself stroking her own flank in a circular motion, unsure on what would she achieve with that. The sensation of her own hoof running through her skin was something completely exotic to her, it frightened her to find how accelerated her breathing had turned, whereas her nose would soon become insufficient for the task. Her heart could be felt in every fiber of her body, the founding of this new sensation felt like dying.
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What were AJ feelings for Fim? Thus pondered the pony who struggled to reflect about her emotions. To tell the truth, Applejack trusted him blindly, they both usually ended up having the same point of view on everything and they both ended up allying on each discussion in the farm. He made her laugh and every time he was around she had the uncontrollable urge to hug him.
She wished she had someone to tell about her feelings. The last thing she needed was making a mistake. She needed Granny Smith. Big Mac, well...he wasn’t the most indicated pony to tell him about her concerns. It was too awkward to think about talking this kind of stuff with him, not to mention he didn’t seem to understand her little sister was also a lady, or that it soon would be.
But no. For him, AJ was no less of a filly than Applebloom.
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After a cold water shower, Applejack felt the good sense coming back to her head. The rays of twilight had swept the beautiful Sweet Apple Acres, the sun was ready to submerge in the horizon. Applejack dried her fine golden locks and waited for the faithful breeze of the fields to do the rest, so she avoided to use her elastic band just yet. Just as promised, Fimfic on his own had left most of the trees on the east side of Sweet Apples cropped clean. Seeing him working at the distance with such energy and love for his own job resulted hypnotic. Applejack stood nearby to see him for half an hour before coming to talk to him.
-How are you feeling?
-Better, ah’ took a shower, that’s all ah’ needed to keep on going
-Great. I haven’t noticed before how long is your mane. It looks good
Applejack played with a strip of her own hair, tangling it up a bit by her ear.
-Thanks
Having recovered her strength (and sanity) Applejack joined back to the task of Applebucking. They weren’t left as many as early in the morning.
Fimfic soon found himself with an apple tree with a strong trunk which Applejack had named “Roundtree” ever since she saw him grow. Just as he did before, he shook the base of the tree to knock down the goods. It’s trunk, unlike the trunks of the other trees, was too hard and didn’t sway enough.
-That’s the good ol’ Roundtree, let me help ya’ Fim.
-Nah, I got it, I just have to do it in the right way.- Fim placed his legs against the base of the trunk, grasping one of the branches, he started to ram it with his hips. Incredibly, each shaking got to throw down three to five apples. Applejack stood still becoming slowly flabbergasted. It was impossible not to notice how tense had gotten the firm legs of Fimfic, with how much force he smashed his own body against the tree. Soon, all apples fell, and smoothly walking away from the tree, he went ahead to pick them.
Applejack never wished for a tree to have apples on its branches as she did in that moment. She felt an intense electric discharge running through her back and ending on the tip of her nose with a start. She felt minute and delicate like nothing else had made her feel before. Until that moment she had been the master of her own strength and autonomy, and still she feared and desired crazily that Ficfic took her, that with all her animal alien manhood he overcame her by the rear in a rush of pure instinct. Her whole self started to shudder with desire, she noticed the quick humectation that lubricated her private parts. Once again, the anxiety of rubbing her own plot became present, only this time, it became a necessity that had no plans to be ignored. She was about to suggest it, about to scream Fimfic in a tongue she didn’t know (but that was crazy about knowing it) to instruct her in the vices of carnal pleasure. Her entire body screamed, but the mouth of the poor pony refused to talk.
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During the rest of the afternoon, Applejack subsided her yearning doing what she knew to do best; Applebucking. Each kick that hit the target distracted her away from her previous thoughts. She couldn’t stop wondering what did Fim think of her. Over and over, she repeated the mental image of Fimfic making a compliment to her hair. It was something that seemed terribly beautiful to her. She thought so much that she completely forgot about any other sensation, this including an intense back pain obtained for kicking over four dozens of trees nonstop. When they were done, her walking had become erratic.
Fimfic noticed this quite concerned.
-Applejack, did you hurt your leg?
-Nope, just mah’ back, I’ll be good soon
She kept telling that to herself, yet every step she took unleashed a sharp burst of pain at the base of her thighs. She went overhead with her supposed distractions. A chill traveled all over the skin of the young mare as she felt the brushing of Fimfic fingers over her body. She wondered if she had imagined just that, if her whole self was so desperate for his touch that it just imagined a sensation.
-Where does it hurt?
-Oh...uhm...near my thighs, over my Cutie Mark
The expert limbs of Fimfic lightly massaged the point of pain. Applejack felt relief and pain simultaneously.
-You have your muscles made a mess, woman. Come, let’s fix you over
-Fix me?
-Yeah, let someone with fingers take care of you.-Fimfic moved his fingers back and forth intermittently.
Applejack wasn’t sure of wanting a massage, but she accepted shyly.
Rarity had spent a good part of her time trying to make Applejack enjoy the glamorous treatment of spas like she did. Applejack, who used her time in labors far more productive never found the time to take some likeness to be pampered that way.
Applejack laid face down over his bed, her face resting over a pillow.
With her eyes closed, Applejack felt where Fimfic was, she could feel him in the air, like there was some sort of connection between them both
-Relax.-ordered Fimfic.
From the base of her hips to where the back of the neck started, Fimfic massaged delicately the curve back of Applejack, moving her muscles subtly. Applejack had to open her eyes, letting out a slight groan of satisfaction.
-Am I going too hard?
-No, actually, it’s alright...- The good command of his hands was impressive. Fimfic seemed to know perfectly each part of Applejack, not only outside of her, but within her too, it was like he knew exactly what place she wanted to be touch and how. Applejack felt completely paralyzed in a numb state.
Some of her bones came back to their place with a perceptible snap
-Hnnn...
-You had so much tension in here
-Well, you know how’s all this Applebucking business, sugarcube.
Fim started to massage her lower back, soon he found himself massaging her Cutie Mark. The tone of applejack moanings started to change into a higher longer one. Fimfic noticed this, feeling confused. Very deep inside him lied a dark strange wish that had been buried until that moment. The whining of her faithful partner aroused him in a way hard to accept. A bulge started to form beneath his pants. His breathing became agitated and clumsy. He thought in stopping, this couldn’t be any good, Applejack had trusted him with her body and he felt he betrayed her with such lewd thoughts. Over his perspective, Applejack gained a form he never before have thought about; the form of a real female. It had been so long since he could feel the warm embrace of a real woman, and the escalating sound of her friend awakened a profound memory that resumed his desire for the opposite sex. This thought shook his shoulders off. Applejack was at the edge of consciousness, she finally understood the meaning of rubbing her Cutie Mark. She felt her crotch wet like never before, to the point she knew how bad she was staining Fimfic bed with her own juices
They both started to breath with difficulty, both heavily blushed.
-Does it feels good?
-...Yeah...-two discrete phrases, just two phrases were needed to unleash wave after wave of blood and heartbeats. They were at the limit of desire, their hot blooded nature attracted them to each other like a powerful magnet impossible to fight against. None said anything, both postergated their desires to the point were controlling their bodies was painful. As if a hidden sense awakened by need, Applejack perceived the heat coming from Fimfic crutch. She had to feel it, she had to know if Fimfic was just as wrong as she was.
-Do it up here
-W-what?
-In my neck...-Fim obeyed with no hesitations, at the moment his body leaned forward he found the fatal mistake of his actions; his member, which threatened to release himself on it’s own, rubbed with all of its voluptuosity Applejack’s swollen mons veneris. Clothes became moot in this erotic to-ing and fro-ing, as if their whole existence was just a big mistake. Fim without noticing was no longer massaging Applejack’s neck, he found himself panting above her, infinitely passionate. They were no longer the rational beings the societies try to construct, they were now two animals guided by a script written by the cycle of life. His movement now concentrated on his hips, which seemed to have life on their own.
-Do it.-whispered Applejack between sighs. Fimfic was burning inside, he tried to act based on reason, but reason itself have betrayed him reluctantly, finding that it was facing a force that they could not overcome.
Fimfic unbuttoned his pants, his genitals jumped forward, ready to fulfill their duty.His penis found with ease the marehood of the impatient pony, who soon found at first hoof what meant to be a woman. The sensation that both experienced was the very promise of eternal glory. FImfic exhaled a gust which no longer feared to express the pleasure it experienced, while Applejack found for the first time the fragility of her own sex and the pleasure the dominated feel in the act. Fimfic trusted his hip uncontrollably, he felt the delicate pleasure of the moist blazing inner sanctum of her lover dripping down his legs. Applejacks whole body started to blush as well. She feared to open her eyes, since vertigo assured her she was falling to a deep away spring. Their sex kissed insatiably, their bodies were one for the other. Fimfic would have been able to move two trees at once with the force he was humping the restless lady. He firmly grasped her hips, bringing her forth as his penis went deeper each time. Applejack felt the tip of Fimfic's penis bump the deepest part of her loins. Her muscles felt numb, her head was each time lighter and lighter. The moanings became screamings that pleaded mercy. Their climax saw the sunlight shining above. Just then, he felt the walls of her vagina grasping tightly the alien organ that invaded them, completely drunk with the pleasure it brought on them. Fimfic felt how an immense torrent of semen bursted out of his urethra, it had been so long ago, god, how long had it been. He felt his testicles had been emptied at last of all the time lost. It was so much that it overflew out of his lover’s pussy. Applejack died for a few seconds, and then came back to life like never before.
Fimfic fell on top of her partner, both gasping, both exhausted and satisfied of their misdemeanours. In that moment, there were no thoughts, there were no guilt nor reproches, there were only the silence of their ethereal souls.
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A train traveled back to Ponyville from Appleloosa. Granny Smith and Big Mac were exhausted after four hours of trip and a morning in which saying goodbye to each parent became a particularly hard task when there are so many of them. Applebloom had a blast over there, all that fun got her exhausted, she slept peacefully. Big Mac showed concern
-You alright ‘Macky? You seem upset, did you forgot somethin’?
-It’s not that Mah, ah’m just worried ‘bout Applejack
-She’s fine, she has Fimfic for all she needs
-That’s exactly what bothers me
Granny Smith gave a look to her grandson of deep surprise, with a loud cracking laughter typical of her weakened voice.
-Ah’ cain’t believe yer’ thinking Applejack and Fimfic would do ‘that’
Big Mac turned his eyes down feeling ashamed
-Don’t you worry. Applejack is just a brat, Ah’ assure you she doesn’t even know a stallion from the waist down, and Fimfic, well, he is a human, he ain’t interested in ponies like us.
