First Times Series | Book One: Intro and Applejack

Applejack groaned, already winded after she only planted the third row of vegetable plants today. She’d been feeling a bit more tired than usual since this morning, her thoughts foggy, as though her brain thought there was something far more important for her to be focusing on than whatever she was doing then. Under her tail was burning and ached to be touched, but she’d quickly found out through experimentation that her own hoof never felt…quite right; like that’s not what her body wanted, not at all. She’d heard estrus being mentioned before by fillies at school - how mares went ‘in heat’ during the breeding seasons and got all slick and needy and itchy in her mare-parts. Something about mares in heat wanting a stallion, and wanting to make a foal with them. How to make a foal, though, they didn’t mention, so she had no clue, beyond her needing a stallion and her mare-parts to do so.

Panting from the heat of the relatively-mild sun and her abdominal muscles slightly aching already, though decidedly neither were from the light labor she’d done, Applejack figured now would be a good time to take a break. She headed into the farmhouse and poured herself a nice cool glass of water, guzzling it like she’d not drank anything all day, then having a second. She relaxed for a moment, but couldn’t seem to get her tense muscles to relax, especially as her hind legs kept locking up randomly, as though her body was getting ready for…something. Ready for…mating? she wondered, though she didn’t even really know what that meant. Another mystery word from the fillies at school.

“Y’alright?”

Applejack jumped, then turned to the sudden sound of a familiar voice, seeing her cousin Braeburn looking over at her with a concerned look on his face. She saw that, as always, he was a fairly strong-looking colt, his coat a vivid yellow and his mane a mid-brown. As she looked down to his stifle, seeing it adorned with a single red apple, she remembered that he had just recently gotten his cutie mark too during his visit here, which had been a time of great excitement for him. They'd even thrown him a little party for getting it.

“Yeah, Ah’m good…” Applejack said, still finding it pretty easy to casually lie, especially about something as embarrassing as having the physical endurance of a young foal right then. She was an earth pony for peat’s sake, famed for their vitality and ability to work day and night until a job was done! “...jus’ got thirsty is all.” She waved her spindly adolescent foreleg at him, as if trying to wave away his concern, though she couldn’t hide that her cheeks were flushed, and she was quite sweaty.

“We’ve only been out here about half an hour, an’ you’ve worked up that kinda sweat? Geez, ya must’ve been workin’ real hard!” Braeburn said, though his expression didn’t look convinced of her half-truth, before waving to her, “Alright, well, Ah’ve gotta get back to my own work!”

With that, Braeburn turned and headed back to the door, going outside to where he and Big Mac were tilling the fields she’d be seeding the next day. While he headed away from her, Applejack found herself admiring his fine asscheeks, the firm muscles shifting as he walked. When his tail flicked errantly, her breath caught in her throat. She saw his large balls there in their yellow-coated sack, hanging low from the warm weather, and while it wasn’t an unusual sight - whereas nopony ever really wore clothing outside of special occasions, certain social groups, or for warmth - she felt her legs tremble this time at the sight, and her tail flagged up high on reflex.

Applejack heard a steady drip drip drip coming from behind her and a weird sensation, like her filly parts were rapidly moving, the same sensation she got as she squeezed down while getting the last few drops of urine from her bladder whenever she used the outhouse, but this time all on their own. As she looked between her forelegs behind her and saw a small wet spot in the soil between her hind legs, she almost wondered if she’d just peed right there and then on the path…but that sensation in her bladder of having to go was certainly still there. She groaned softly to herself while she found somewhere to relieve herself for the umpteenth time since she’d woken up.

Finding a tree a good distance from the young stallions working the fields with her, she squatted and let loose her stream. Well, more like a trickle oddly. Just like this morning, she could barely get any pee out. Her nose crinkled up as she could smell the powerful scent emanating from it; it smelled like urine for sure, while smelling like her too obviously, but…she could smell something more too. Something musky and earthy and…kinda sweet? It made her head feel funny, so, after moving her filly parts to get the last bit out, she headed back to work.

The rest of the workday was a struggle for Applejack, having to stop for a drink and get out of the sun several more times. It felt like it was a scorching summer day instead of the mild spring one she knew it was, almost working herself into a lather despite seed planting being very light work. She hadn’t noticed as her tail flagged when she asked the colts working the fields some questions, unconsciously exposing herself to her brother and her cousin. She felt the overwhelming - and wholly unknown to her before then - feminine urge to show off to the colts like that, feeling her filly parts squirming and moving under her tail when she flagged it, though thankfully facing away from them when it had happened.

Finally, the last of the rows in the tilled field Applejack was working in were filled, just as Big Mac and Braeburn were heading in too, looking just as tuckered out as she was from taking turns pulling the plow. She couldn’t wait to get inside and sit down, though with as moist as her fillyhood constantly felt, she wasn’t sure she would be able to sit without putting a towel beneath herself. She didn’t know what it was, but she had felt that slickness pretty much since she’d woken up, as well as noticing she’d emanated this odd sweet, earthy, musky smell too.

“Right, how does a lunch of some veggie sandwiches and some soda, alongside a few hands of poker, sound?” Braeburn asked, getting a loud “eeyup” from Big Mac.

“Ah dunno…Ah never seem t’ have a chance against you two,” Applejack said. As of yet, with her still learning the rules and tricks of poker, she’d never won a single hand against neither Big Mac nor Braeburn.

“Aw, c’mon. Ya can never learn if ya don’t try sis. Maybe, one day, you’ll even be as good as me in poker!” Big Mac boasted, getting a roll of the eyes from his little sister.

“Gee, what an inspiration ya are, bro.” Applejack replied dryly, before sighing.

“Well, it’s not like we’re playing for real bits anyways. You don’t really even have anything to lose…” Braeburn said, before giving a teasing smile, “...that is, unless you want to make things more interesting.”

Applejack, never one to turn down a challenge, snorted. “What’d ya have in mind?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

“It’s easy. The loser has to do anything the winners say, within reason. Winners are the ones with the most chips after five games. Mac an’ Ah will even play with a disadvantage. Sounds good?”

“Yer on!” Applejack said, though she almost immediately regretted it. She’d never won before, and doubted she would now, but her competitive spirit wouldn’t let her turn the challenge down.

“Alright, have a seat around the dining table. Ah’ll go make the food and drinks. Mac, get the cards and chips set up.” Braeburn said, heading to the kitchen.

That left Applejack and Big Mac alone. AJ could see her brother’s nostrils flared, could hear him sniffing the air as he shuffled the cards and distributed the chips, and she felt self-conscious all of a sudden. Was he…smelling her weird new scent? It was awkward, but thankfully it only took Braeburn a few minutes to get the sandwiches done and pass them around, along with some potato chips and soda.

“Right, so, we’re playing five card draw, jacks or better. So, first, five cards are dealt face down to all players. After the first round of betting, you can choose to trade back up to three cards to get that many new ones from the deck. Same winning card ranks as the last poker we played, except jacks are the lowest high card you can have. Pair beats high card, full house beats two pair, an’ so on. So, after betting again with a 'call' - or you can not add to the pot with a check, or outright give up with a fold - everypony who didn’t fold will show their cards, an’ the pony with the best card combination wins. I’ll deal the first round, then Mac, then you. Remember, the ones with the most chips at the end win.” Braeburn explained, starting to deal the cards.

“Sounds simple. What’s mah advantage?” Applejack asked.

“Ya can exchange all five cards instead of jus’ three, an’ we’ll play all of our cards but the first one face-up, like in stud poker.”

The word ‘stud’ made a shiver go down the young filly’s spine, though she couldn’t remember why. “Right, sounds fair.” Applejack said, before looking at her cards.

As she did, Applejack realized she could smell the colts. Sure, she smelled them all the time, but now, it was all she could focus on. That musky scent of a hard day’s work, their masculine musk wrapping around her brain like never before. She could see their lips moving as she stared blankly at them, a dumb grin on her face as her mind was elsewhere. Then she realized Braeburn was talking to her. “H-huh?” Applejack asked, softly shaking her head to try to lessen the foggy feeling in it. It didn’t help.

“Ah said, ‘put yer big blind bet in’. It's 10 chips,” Braeburn repeated with a slightly irritated tone, indicating the stack of chips next to Applejack.

"Alright, first round of betting." Braeburn announced, adding a five-bit chip to the pot.

“Oh, right,” Applejack said, doing so, then looking at her cards: an ace, two queens, a five, and a three. She threw in her bet. "Call."

Applejack absentmindedly added chips to the pile…but not quite the ones the colts were expecting.

“Um…AJ…the betting chips, not your lunch.”

Applejack looked at the pile and, indeed, saw she had added a hoofful of her chips from her plate into the betting pile. “Ah, right. Ah don’t know where mah brains’ve been t’day,” Applejack said, shaking her head softly, before removing the food from the table and adding the correct chips to the pile, her cheeks flushing slightly at the light chuckles from her brother and cousin.

“Ooo, confident. Call.” Big Mac said, getting back into the game and matching Applejack's bet.

“Call.” Braeburn did too.

“Right, what did you want to exchange?”

Applejack slid her first two cards, the number cards, in. She got back another ace and a two.

“Right, second bets,” Braeburn called, AJ tossing in more chips, Brae matching, while Big Mac folded.

“Now show ‘em!” Braeburn said, putting his own card on the table.

AJ put her own down confidently. Two aces, two queens.

She then looked at Braeburn’s: three jacks.

“Three of a kind trumps two pair,” Braeburn said, then collecting his winnings.

Applejack huffed, before giving in her cards.

Each round AJ lost, both because she got bad cards and didn't even bother looking at her opponents' exposed cards, but also because she was starting to focus less and less on the game, and more on her fellow players. The masculine scent of them, the squareness of their jaws, their musculature earned from a lifetime of farmwork; all things she’d never really noticed before, but now being all she could think of. How attractive her cousin and brother looked to her, how much her pussy was drooling, soaking the chair cushion, and winking as she looked at them. How much she wanted to get closer to them, even if she wasn’t entirely sure why. She was just betting blindly, calling and sliding whatever chips she grabbed randomly into the pot, as if she just wanted to get this over with and get on with something her brain deemed more important. Something with these stallions. Before she knew it, when she reached for more chips, there were none to grab.

“Well, looks like AJ’s outta chips, an’ lost.” Big Mac said, giving a smirk, before folding his cards. Looking over at the huge stack of chips in front of Braeburn, it was obvious who the top winner was.

“Right, so, since Ah have the most chips, Ah get to give her first command,” Braeburn said, giving a smirk as Applejack simply stared at him with a dreamy expression, clearly spacing out. Braeburn knew exactly why she was spacing out, able to smell the intensity of her estrous scent, and headed over to the living room. He grabbed out a small paper shopping bag, before reaching his muzzle into it and pulling out…a pair of panties. White, lacy panties, complete with a pair of equally lacy, stifle-high socks he soon pulled from the bag as well. “And that’s for AJ to wear these, then turn around with her rump towards us and her tail flagged up.”

Applejack blanched as she saw the girly clothing she was meant to wear, looking at Braeburn in disbelief. “Ya bought those cuz ya knew Ah’d accept yer challenge, then lose…” AJ said incredulously, simply getting a shrug from Braeburn.

“Well ya still agreed,” Brae said, before nodding towards the clothes. At Applejack’s obvious reticence, though, his expression softened, “but ya don’t gotta if you don’t want to.”

Sighing, Applejack shook her head. Even if she didn’t care so much about lying, she didn’t want to be seen as a weasel. “Alright…” she said, grabbing the clothes in her mouth. Both males watched with interest as she slipped on all four socks, pulling them up, their eyes following the movements of her muzzle from her hooves, up her cannon, and her tight, muscular stifle for the back two socks. They then watched, utterly engrossed, as she slid the panties up her back legs, before watching as they slid under her tail and covered her crotch, then were fastened around her tail dock. They could still see the cameltoe of her pouting, swollen marehood through the thin fabric as she flagged her tail aside, and that was almost more sexy than seeing her mid-orange pussy, which was only a few shades darker than her coat, bare. They could see as the fabric soon grew soaked with her breeding fluids, making the thin fabric almost invisible, though with just enough opacity to be unable to see perfectly and tease them.

“There, now what Braeburn?” Applejack asked her ‘master’, though found herself enjoying this more than she thought she would. Being told to do stuff like this by him made her feel…strange. Made her somehow enjoy being told what to do by Braeburn, to put on these marely clothes, and look sexy for the colts. She felt her filly parts doing that ‘moving’ thing again, whimpering at the tingle of pleasure that her sensitive nub rubbing against the silken panties caused.

Applejack felt the colt’s eyes drinking in the sight of her dressed so salaciously, her tail flagged aside, all just for them. For some reason she wanted them to look. She could also see her showing her pantied pussy off was having quite the effect, too. As she looked beneath the young colts’ barrels, she could see their colthoods dropping from their sheathes. Braeburn’s was a mid-brown, while Big Mac’s was so dark red it was practically black. She felt something deep within her psyche stirring at the sight, her clit winking rapidly, and her tail flagged up just as high as she could get it. She wanted to…do things to them. With them. She wanted those cocks to…do something to her. Something…she didn’t know what it was, but knew she needed it so badly it hurt, rather literally. She felt the burning in her belly increasing at the sight of her relatives’ limply-hanging dicks, and somehow instinctively knew that they were the cure to all of her ailments. If only she knew how.

“Uh…” Braeburn said dumbly, his eyes still locked on her just-hidden pussy, his lustful brain unable to form words, what with as much of his blood that was flowing to other places instead of it. “...how ‘bout ya do a little dance fer us? If ya do that, an’ one other thing, Ah promise Ah can help ya out with yer…condition. Maybe Big Mac will want to help, too.”

There it was. The answer Applejack had lacked. The solution to her problems, right there in reach. And all she had to do was dance for them. “Ahlright, um…” AJ said, before considering what to do. Still facing away from them, the filly started to sway her hips at the two males, pushing her juicy rear towards them as she rhythmically moved nearer to them, tail still high, exposing herself to them as her clit started to wink rapidly. It seemed to come naturally to her, and it felt good to be showing herself off to these males like this. Her whole body started to get involved as she spread her hind legs more, swaying her whole self and looking back at the just-stallions with an, unknown to her, absolutely smoldering gaze. Her body was positively crying out for the males' attention, even if she didn't know it.

Those limply-hanging cocks were rock-hard now, both colts gawking at the sexy display from one's sister, and the other's first-cousin. Eventually, Applejack ended the dance with her upper half on the floor, resting her cheek on the flat of her forehoof and her elbow on the floor, looking back at the two colts with the same smoldering gaze as before as she left her ass and tail high up in the air, her clit still bulging rapidly against the thin fabric. The colts’ jaws hung as low as their dicks did, before Braeburn recovered enough brainpower to speak. “That was, uh…wow…” Braeburn stammered, his whole body feeling hot after that utterly entrancing display, feeling quite the heavy weight between his stifles. It was the perfect time, he thought, to ask for ‘that other thing’.

As Braeburn walked over to her presenting form from behind, Applejack watched as his dick stiffly swung with each step. Instinctively she tensed up, her back legs going stiff again like earlier, locking her into place for her colt and to bear some of his weight, and it felt so good for her to do so. It felt right to her, too, as she kept doing that thing with her slit, feeling a tingle of pleasure each time her nub came out and rubbed against the fabric. Felt so right as she offered the colt behind her to breed her, without even knowing she was doing so.

Instead of mounting her from behind, though, despite his temptation to, Braeburn walked in front of Applejack, and as he stepped over her, she quickly found his dick inches from her muzzle. She was quickly overwhelmed by the sheer musk permeating from his crotch at such a close proximity, especially since he’d not showered after working, her mind numbing as his pheromones dug their hooks into her brain and yanked her breeding instincts to the forefront of her thoughts. She could see his stallionhood was at least seven inches long and pretty big around too, and rose herself to its level, looking head-on at the one-eyed python, her nostrils flaring out at the scent wafting off it, and her eyes widening at the sight of the most attractive thing in the world to her at the moment.

“Right, now how ‘bout you AH—!” Braeburn started, before being interrupted as Applejack closed those final few inches, and took his flare into her mouth. She didn’t know why she had, but something inside her had told her to do it, and she’d obeyed. As she felt Braeburn’s hardness flex in her mouth, she moaned, in turn causing Braeburn to hump his hips forward, driving another couple inches into her muzzle at the added stimulation. “—h-holy buck…”

Braeburn went silent as Applejack fellated the first few inches of his dick, overwhelmed by the first sexual experience he’d ever had before. Sure, he often looked at dirty magazines with Big Mac, his favorite cousin, and, sure, had hoofed himself off before, both solo and alongside Mac as they looked at said magazines, but this - this mare in heat going down on him with all the gusto of a racing Wonderbolt - was so far beyond his hoof that it wasn’t even comparable. The inside of her mouth was nearly hot, like he’d just dipped his dick in warm bathwater, if the bathwater was solid, silky, and slick too. He felt her lips and the walls of her muzzle sliding smoothly over his dick, feeling the light suction of her suckling on his upper shaft and flare, and the sensation of her stimulating him like that was completely indescribable.

“H-aaaah…sensitive…watch yer teeth…” Braeburn wispily groaned as Applejack’s front teeth gently grazed along his colthood, which she quickly corrected, folding her lips over her teeth, before she continued to blow both his mind and his dick at the same time. She gagged as he humped hard once on reflex to the sensations, his flare punching the back of her throat, and partially slid down it, with her quickly pulling her head back some. “S-sorry cuz, feels so good Ah can’t help mahself.” Braeburn said, getting an annoyed look from Applejack.

After she rearranged herself, not wanting that to happen again, his hips were humping impotently into her mouth, as she bobbed along the first half of his length. She got a little deeper with each bob, making Braeburn’s thrusts get more aggressive the deeper she got, though they were rendered fruitless by Applejack’s angle, and kept his flare safely away from the back of her throat.

Applejack, meanwhile, never thought a dick could taste so good. It felt slightly rubbery, was slightly fleshy tasting, a tiny bit salty, and…something else. The only way she could describe it to herself was that it tasted like male. Like dick. It was like nothing she’d experienced before, the finest delicacy in her needy state, enjoying the slightly-salty precum Braeburn's cock squirted with abandon into her mouth with each throb it made. It didn’t taste like much, but the stallion hormones in it made her crotch feel like it was ablaze with want, even if she still didn’t know what it wanted. She was feeling lightheaded, panting for breath through her nose, with each one only bringing more of Braeburn’s crotch-smell into her muzzle.

As Applejack looked to her side at Big Mac, she could see him sitting there and rubbing his own cock between the frog of his right hoof and his belly as he watched her giving Braeburn his first blowjob. Getting an idea, she waved him over, and he obeyed, getting close enough to stand right beside Applejack, his dick dangling heavily beneath him right beside her. Mac’s colthood looked even bigger than Braeburn’s, about nine inches long, and it was even bigger around than that of the other teenage colt. Reaching over with a hoof, balancing on her other forehoof and haunches, AJ wrapped her hoof around Big Mac’s length the same way she’d seen him do it, letting the hard flesh rest in the crook of her fetlock, before starting to move it up and down.

Big Mac stiffened up as he felt that first stroke, before he humped forward as she moved her hoof back, then pulled his hips back as she went forward, quickly getting into a natural rhythm of breeding. Soon, curious if his colthood would taste as good to her as Breaburn’s did, AJ pulled off of Braeburn, then brought her mouth to her brother’s flare and took it inside. She enjoyed his flavor more, with his cock somehow tasting more…musky, more male than Braeburn’s did, as well as how he stretched her jaw just a bit more. Applejack was only too happy to give his flare little licks and suckles, being rewarded by Mac’s pleasured moans and a taste of his precum as he throbbed in her hoof, taking a few bobs partially down his length, before returning right back to Braeburn’s needing shaft and leaving Mac with just her hoof again.

“S-stop, stop AJ…” Braeburn stammered after enjoying a couple minutes of the heated efforts of his cousin. Even if it was an extremely sloppy blowjob, with Applejack barely using her tongue at all, and only moving her head back and forth, it was still the best - if only - blowjob Braeburn had ever experienced. Not to mention the best thing he’d ever experienced. So much so that he’d started to flare in her muzzle faster than he ever had with his own hoof, feeling the pressure welling up in his pelvis that would end this interaction far sooner than he wanted it to. After all, he had somewhere else he wanted to put his member now.

Thankfully, Applejack heard his demand and, though reluctantly, heeded it. She’d been immensely enjoying what she was doing: the flavor and scent of Braeburn’s stiffness, the spurts of his precum, the feeling of each pulse it made in her mouth, the slick sliding feeling of it going in and out, the feeling of its tip swelling up thick in her mouth. Somehow, that last part had seemed…really important, and stayed with her as she looked at the thickly-swollen tip even now. She wanted to taste him more, but abided by Braeburn’s words.

“Whoo, wow...that muzzle of yers feels somethin’ special,” Braeburn said, flopping onto his haunches and letting himself catch his breath for a moment, letting his swirling mind settle down some.

“Eeyup. Her hoof ain’t bad neither,” Mac added, getting a little, prideful smile from Applejack.

“Now that ya did that fer me, Ah think it’s about time that Ah help ya with yer problem now, right?” Braeburn offered, getting rapid, eager nods from AJ.

Applejack felt more desirous than ever before, her need for that unknown thing now at an all-time high. “W-what do ya need me to do? It…it's so bad down there…” AJ whimpered needily, feeling her slit moving more, the panties so soaked through that it was as though they weren’t even there anymore, her fluids drooling down her hind legs.

“Now, Ah ain’t ever helped a mare in heat like this before, but it don’t seem too hard to do,” Braeburn said, before standing up, “Stand up, an’ leave yer hind legs open like when ya were dancin’, an’ keep yer tail aside. Lock yer hind legs too, like ya would if yer bracin’ against high winds. Ah’ll take care of the rest.”

Doing as she was told, Applejack released her brother’s dick from her grasp - to his disappointment, and with his own hoof quickly taking over the job - stood, then spread and locked her hind legs, her slit doing that movement again as she presented herself to her mate. Braeburn was taken aback by the sight, and approached her again, before carefully removing her panties, biting the strap and slowly dragging it down her asscheek, before repeating the process with the other. The panties slid off her and landed on the floor with a wet splop, with her then kicking them aside.

If Braeburn had thought her scent was intense before, now it was like he was getting bucked in the muzzle by it. Applejack needed a stallion, and badly, her body working overtime to get the virile colt to mount her and rut a foal into her womb. Luckily for her, Braeburn was just what she needed. She felt a slight pain in her lower belly, like a pinprick, and unknown to her, one of her ovaries had just released an egg. She’d just ovulated for her stud, her extremely hormonal state demanding that the colt rut her to his completion, so that his sperm could reach her egg and fertilize it, her body so ready to nourish the foal it so needed from him. Needing to be bred by him.

Following his instincts as he saw Applejack's slit wink at him again, exposing its dark-pink insides and her clit to him invitingly, Braeburn reared up, dropping part of his weight on his younger cousin’s back, and getting a short, surprised whinny from her as she was so suddenly mounted for the first time in her life.