A Bad Day at the Spa

"There. Finished."

Applejack took a step back and admired the desk. Sure, it wasn't a hoof-made, hundred-year-old family heirloom, but it was a desk, and a decently sturdy one.

"It looks great, Applejack," smiled Apple Bloom. "Now we just have ta take it ta the treehouse."

"Eeyup," nodded Big Macintosh, hoisting it onto his shoulders.

"Ah tell ya, there's nothin' quite like puttin' together a piece of pressboard furniture," smirked Applejack. "It's like a jigsaw puzzle for adults."

"But Ah can still put together the next one, right?"

Applejack smiled and nodded at Apple Bloom's question. As much as she loved putting things together, she still wanted to know that Apple Bloom was smart enough and capable enough to handle it on her own. There was very little that was more rewarding than knowing that she'd taught her sister right.

As Apple Bloom rushed off to follow Big Mac, Thunderlane came walking up the path. He looked taller. Granted, he should, as Applejack had said she wanted him taller and with more muscle tone. "Applejack," he smiled, coming right up to her. "I missed you."

"The nerve a' you," sneered Applejack, "showin' yer face around here after breakin' my heart!"

"I know," sighed Thunderlane. "I feel terrible about it. I wasn't thinking right. You're way more important than my career."

"Ah don't believe you."

"Then let my prove it." He placed his hoof on her shoulder. "You know that thing you always wanted me to do?"

"Propose?"

"No, you wouldn't accept my proposal without knowing that I've really changed. I mean the other thing."

Applejack looked around. Granny was out with Aunt Brown Betty buying supplies, and Apple Bloom would keep Big Mac busy for at least an hour. "Alright, cowboy. You know where the window is."

As Applejack walked upstairs, Thunderlane flew up to the window and waited. She wanted to watch him climb in. Secret affairs were always more fun, so long as nopony was hurt by them.

When Applejack walked into her bedroom and flopped down on the bed, she heard a tapping on the window. With a wave, she invited Thunderlane in, and he entered. "Hey. Long day?"

"The longest."

"Well, I'm here now, and it's time for me to perform my duties as a coltfriend." Without another word, he dropped down between her knees and put his lips to hers, kissing and licking her slit.

Applejack moaned and spread her legs. Thunderlane, in reality, had never gone down on her. He'd done so for Rarity once, and was reportedly bad at it, and that tracked, as he had always told Applejack that it was disgusting to put his mouth between her legs. At the same time, he'd wanted the same thing from her, and she'd opted in a few times, just to try to convince him to return the favour, to no avail.

With his tongue digging deep into her, even deeper than a tongue had any business being, Applejack looked over his body. He was taller, but it was more than that. All of his proportions were the same as they had been, meaning he was wider, longer, and girthier, and she was looking forward to that.

"I love you," he moaned between breaths. "So much..."

"Prove it," huffed Applejack.

As if challenged, Thunderlane jumped up on top of Applejack. He was already flared and ready to go. He pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance and, with a nod from Applejack, pushed his way in.

He was much better now than he had ever been. He managed to hilt her in one thrust, as she was sopping wet. Not just from her own arousal, but from the saliva he had left all over her insides.

He sat there for a moment, lowering his chest to hers to wrap his hooves around her shoulders, and his wings around her thighs. He dug his tongue into her mouth and down her throat. He tasted like honeycrisp apples and caramel sauce. He didn't even taste like her, a tidbit she only knew from a few other coltfriends. It was just like a soft, juicy honeycrisp that had been dipped in caramel sauce.

After growing accustomed to his size, he began to move, thrusting in, and then pulling out. His hips seemed to follow a circular motion; in, up, out and down. His balls slapped hart against her arsehole, which were thankfully the only things that would be touching her arsehole today.

The sound of wet clapping could be heard echoing off the walls of the room, which was quite a feat, considering the thick bedding and comfortable armchair that sat in the room, muffling the sound. But Applejack didn't care, because she was having good sex. Good, consensual sex.

That went on for quite a while. Applejack preferred that it stay simple and easy, without all of the crazy contortions and flying around the room. It wasn't about showing flexibility, nor was it about trying new things. Sex, being an extension of a relationship, was about enjoying the time spent with the other party. It was about enjoying each others' company. That was something she could not share with Thunderlane in reality, as he was always looking for better, more exciting things, and Applejack was wanting to enjoy what she already had, saving the better and more exciting for Apple Bloom, so she could spend even more time enjoying what she had when she was grown up. It was something only the dream version of Thunderlane could give her.

Finally, he stopped, pushed deep, and filled her with his seed before breaking the kiss. "We are now forever bound," he panted. "That's how committed I am to this. I want to have a kid with you. It only makes sense that I'd want to marry you, too." He pulled out a ring, the same one Applejack's father had given to her mother. "Applejack?"

She leaned up and kissed his neck. "Maybe. We'll have to see if this relationship has any stayin' power, first."

"That's all I ask." Thunderlane climbed up into the bed and wrapped himself around Applejack. She had always loved how warm he was in bed. It was great, because she never needed a blanket with him around.

"Ruff, ruff!"

Applejack patted the bed beside her. "Come on up, Winona."

As the dog jumped up onto the mattress and snuggled into Applejack's hooves, she thought to herself, "This is the life."