The Apple In My Apple

by LilSlipsy

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Applejack, Apple Bloom, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Porn, Random
Length: 2057

Apple Bloom, Applejack, and a magic apple tree. Apples ensue.

When looking for her sister, Apple Bloom finds out what Applejack was doing under the shade of an apple tree in the special section of the farm. Apples ensue.

Tags: Apples, Apple Mare on Apple Filly, Apple Foalcon, Apple Incest, Apple Tentacles, Apples

This apple fic was written for Shake's Birthday Not-A-Contest

Published 2023-08-25 23:30:00 UTC
Last updated 2023-08-25 23:30:00 UTC

An Apple Everyday

"Applejack!" Apple Bloom called out as she trotted through the apple trees. She had gotten out of school early so was eager to meet up with her sister, who was supposed to be working out somewhere in the apple orchard, but was nowhere to be found.

"Where has that apple gone to?" Apple Bloom muttered aloud, before calling the apple mare's name out again.

But something caught her eye from atop a hill in the shade of one of the larger apple trees. This tree was in one of the special sections of the farm, one where she wasn't allowed to work yet because her 'applebucking legs' weren't strong enough for those trees... or whatever excuse Applejack tried to come up with at the time. She could have helped in other ways, like picking up apples, if they just asked!

"Applejack!" Apple Bloom hollered again, but the mare didn't stir. "She must have apple sauce in her ears or something."

Or Applejack was asleep.

Apple Bloom smirked, as she started getting closer, expecting the mare to be snoozing like a sack of apples after a hard day's work. Her signature hat was down, but she certainly wasn't sleeping, especially with her hoof moving faster than Rainbow looking for a drink of apple cider.

"Applejack?" Apple Bloom asked anxiously.

Applejack's eyes opened wide, jumping almost as if she had been applebucked with words. "A-ahh! Huh... d-don't sneak up on me there, Apple Bloom!"

"I didn't! I called you plenty of times. Applejack! Applejack! Applejack! And nothing but you scratching between your legs!" The hoof in question was looking wetter than drops on a cold glass of apple juice on a hot summer's day. "And why do you look redder than an apple?"

"Darn it, Apple Bloom!" Applejack said breathlessly, almost like she had been running around this entire apple orchard for an hour, instead of laying here... and... exercising? "Well... heh, can't believe you caught me, tendin' to the apple harvest."

There was a moment of pause between the two apple sisters, before Applejack finally spoke up with a quick clear of her throat. "You know... polishin' the apple? Corin' yourself? Rubbin' the apple seed? Juicin' the apple? Makin' apple sauce? Tendin' to the harvest?"

Apple Bloom only looked on in confusion; there weren't any apples around to tend to... well maybe the ones in the large apple tree she was laying behind, but Applejack wasn't bucking the tree yet.

"Hoofin' for apples? Doin' your chores behind the apple tree? Uh... Apple jacking? No?" Applejack finished and the pause continued.

"They uh... let us out early from school so I came out in the apple orchard looking for you. I just didn't expect you to be doing... whatever you're doing here under the apple tree," Apple Bloom said as she looked around. "What do you even do here in the special section?" The apple trees were bigger here, but that appeared to be the only thing she noticed.

"Ah, I thought I'd be able to wait an apple stem longer to talk to you about this, but I guess since you got your cutie mark, you're old enough to have the apple talk. This here," Applejack said with a few taps on the apple tree, "this is a magic apple tree."

"It's been in the Apple family for many generations, and what makes it so special is that..." Applejack looked up at the apples above with a smirk. "Why don't I just show you instead, Apple Bloom."

The apple filly looked up but shrugged before plopping herself down against the tree. If it was about apples, then everything should be as fine as a crisp morning apple. "What are we going to do under the apple tree, Applejack?"

"That's the spirit, Apple Bloom! But how about you scoot your little apple bottom a bit closer for this," Applejack said as she reached a hoof and pulled the filly closer.

The soaked hoof kind of reminded her of spilled apple juice on her fur: wet, if not a little bit sticky. Which Apple Bloom didn't mind in the slightest. What did make her blush as apple red as her sister had been, was when the hoof went lower and spread her legs open wide.

"You know, with your brother out of town a girl's gotta deal with her dewy apple somehow."

Apple Bloom tilted her head a little, eyes moving back and forth between Applejack's and the hoof that was trailing in circles down her fur. "What does Big Mac have to do with... polishin' your apple?"

"Hehe, I think that'll be another apple talk when he's back to help us... bake an apple pie."

Somehow Apple Bloom didn't think she was talking about making an actual apple pie, but that thought was quickly set aside as her sister's hoof flicked against her teats.

"It all starts with rubbin' your little apple seed here."

Applejack's hoof drifted low enough to press against the split of Apple Bloom's apple. Her whole body tensed up for a moment at the touch, but slowly relaxed into the gentle rubbing Applejack gave. It was enough that her breathing started to slow, becoming shallower than a new sprout of an apple sapling after a heavy rain storm.

"Now, see here... the trick with this here magic apple tree is that it needs a little bit of apple juice for the magic to work." Applejack lifted her hoof and there was a trail of dampness connecting it and the apple seed below. "Your brother and I found this out around your age too, while making some creamy apples, just with one little secret: the fresher the apple, the easier it is to encourage the apple tree."

The leaves on the apple tree suddenly shook and like there was a sudden gust of wind blowing through this one tree on this calm summer's day, the apples above bobbed and swayed around.

She could feel the juice of her apple had been running down into her tail and was soaking into the roots below. The hoof moving was making this feel almost as good as Apple Fritter's secret apple fritter recipe. How it was making the tree above move, she had no idea, but it was starting to make sense why Applejack had been doing this.

A shiver of delight started to come through Apple Bloom, as she threw her arms around Applejack and hugged on tight. But Applejack pushed back until Apple Bloom was laying in the grass with her sis on top.

"Now, Apple Bloom, how about we get a taste of your pink lady?"

Apple Bloom was about to ask, but the orange mare was already spinning around until a pair of hind legs were on either side of her head, and a tail flagged high above her face. More importantly, the split of her sister's apple was parted open and as bright as a pink pearl.

A lick down below sent Apple Bloom squirming around from side to side, but with being stuck between those strong apple thighs and her crotch pushing back, it was almost impossible to move for long. Taking her sister's lead, the filly tried licking back all that she could, tasting the honeycrisp flavour from the growing amount of juice coming out quicker than a squeezed apple during cider season.

Peering through Applejack's tail, she saw that the branches of the tree were much lower to the ground, but even stranger was how the apple tree branches were more like apple vines; bright green in colour, and half as thick as the apples they were connected to. They all floated around like a magic wind was controlling them, brushing the apple tips against their fur, like the apples themselves were trying to get polished all on their own.

The warmth growing between her legs from the lapping her sister was doing was only enhanced by the apples above caressing her legs. Soon the brushing turned into wrapping around their legs and bellies, right until the tree plucked the two apple sisters into the air.

The wet kisses and licking only lasted for so long, but Apple Bloom tried craning her neck as far as it could go before the apple tree finally separated them. With how they were hanging high above the ground, nestled below the leaves of the apple tree, this must have been what it felt like to be an apple.

Apple Bloom couldn't help but giggle at that thought and the warm feeling that grew inside her. But those giggles soon were cut short as an apple moved right where she needed it most. It was smaller than her sister's hoof, but it still sent the same tingles flowing through her as it rubbed against her apple seed.

"Ah, Applejack~" Apple Bloom called out, with a soft moan coming right after.

"Now we're partyin' at the gala!" Applejack cheered. A much larger apple, worthy of being a strong entry in any competition, was already between the mare's legs, pressing in until half of it disappeared with one final push.

Apple Bloom's eyes widened, watching the smaller apple starting to prod her in the same way. Her apple juice made it a little slipperier than an apple stuck in the mud on a rainy spring day. With push after push, the apple spread her apart more and more until it sunk right down into her core.

"Oh, apples!" Apple Bloom cursed out loud with the mix of pleasure and pain that sent shooting through her body. The apple inside moved back and forth, rubbing her like nothing she ever felt before. It was like eating a hundred apple snacks at once; a treat that could only compare to the last apple family reunion. This could have been even better than some fresh zap apple jam!

Each time the apple pulled back it was enough to swing her far in the air. Even if it was small it still felt huge inside, pressing against her tunnel as tight as the skin on the apple itself.

"A-Applejack..." Apple Bloom breathlessly let out as she felt something inside building up more and more. Grappled in the vines, she couldn't do anything even if she wanted to, but her high pitched voice started to rise, "Applejack! Applejack! Applejack!"

Soon, with the satisfaction of a thousand apple harvests, the coring she got was too much to handle and a gush of apple juice started to spray out. The apple filly was tightening and squirming around in her binds, squealing her sister's name an octave higher than before, "Applejack!"

Like she had just gotten bonked by an apple from above, it took a few moments to realise where she was again, but luckily it looked like the vines had lowered both of them down to the ground.

With a flop, Apple Bloom fell back into her sister, staring up at her with a tired, but satisfied smile. "Well... you did always say that life's like a cart of apples."

Both of them couldn't help but look into each other's eyes with a knowing smile at Applejack's words of wisdom passed down along many apple generations. Their stare held right until the two moved and the lips of the apple sisters met. Apple Bloom could taste the distinct flavour of ambrosia, and with it mixing in with the taste of honeycrisp that was already on her lips, it sent her higher than any trees in the apple orchard.

With the exhaustion rising and the sweet melody of two distinct apples lulling her mind away, it was more than she could handle. "I feel as tired as a sack of apples..." Apple Bloom managed to whisper out and felt Applejack nuzzle into her mane in return. The new found appreciation for these kinds of apples was something that she'd remember forever.

Author's Note

An apple a day keeps the doctor away, so you should now be good for the year. Or if you were a doctor, hopefully you didn't go into applephylactic shock. Anyways, if you had any feeling about this story in any way whatsoever, please like and leave a comment with an apple or two inside of it.

This apple fic was written for Shake's Birthday Not-A-Contest