Apple Hospitality

Stunned, you immediately fall limp, her foreleg slips free, and her head falls away. She stares up at you from your lap, your arm still resting across her chest and neck. She licks her lip and shoves her foreleg under your armpit, hooking the back of your shoulder to lift herself back up.

You don't even try to stop her as your lips meet again, the soft fuzz around her muzzle brushing your cheeks. Almost without thinking, you press your hand against her cheek, digging your fingers into her fluff. She responds with a soft moan that you feel as much as hear.

A moment later, she gently breaks the kiss and pulls back to look up at you, lips curled in a slight smile. You just stare at her, your mind totally blank and your expression slowly matching her small smile.

She pulls herself up again and nuzzles your cheek, pressing herself into you. She whispers into your ear.

"You need a wash."

"...Oh."

She pulls back again with a smirk and you watch her dumbly as she rolls away, dropping nimbly to the floor. She grabs your hand and pulls you to your feet and the next few moments are a dull blur as you lose yourself in your thoughts; shock, exhaustion, and concern battling for dominance in your mind.

You can't quite believe what just happened and you feel both surprised and confused that you didn't--no, couldn't resist. You weren't even thinking of her like that. She's just a friend!

Except...

You remember warm bed, examining her hoof, stroking her fur, feeling the muscles down her core... and how she practically pounced on you when she caught you.

Then you remember you both agreed to wait until her cycle passed to avoid any regrets. That's pretty important, right? At least, assuming you didn't fall asleep on the couch and are just dreaming all of this. You have to stop her from going any further before it's too late.

You jerk back to awareness as Applejack starts fumbling with your shirt. Apparently you'd just mindlessly followed her as she led you into your bedroom and sat you on the edge of your bed. She brought you to your bedroom and now she's trying to undress you? You have to tell her she needs to stop and wait, that this is a mistake, that she isn't thinking clearly.

"Applejack, you--"

She immediately gives you a cute little glare and says, "Shush."

You start to protest but she just covers your mouth with her own and for several seconds her tongue is the only thing you can think about. Finally, she pulls back and strokes your cheek.

"Anon... not another word now, y'hear?"

You nod dumbly, your jaw still hanging limp. She lowers herself to your chest and begins yanking impatiently at your shirt buttons. You hastily reach up and start unbuttoning it, so instead she moves lower and fumbles with your pants.

The kiss was exciting enough, but her face in your lap quickly brings you to full attention as her teeth yank on the fabric around the button at your waist. You finish unbuttoning your shirt just as she manages to release her button and she immediately yanks on the zipper with her teeth.

Wait a minute. What are you doing? This has gone far enough.

"AJ, really, we can't--"

She looks up from your lap and growls--actually growls!

"But you said!"

"The hay are you so nervous about? I'm just gonna help ya wash."

You freeze, "O-Oh."

"What'd ya think I was doin'?"

You cheeks start to burn, "Uh, w-well, with the... the kissing and your... y'know, your cycle..."

She snorts derisively. Stupid! Of course she didn't want to... well, do that. Obviously!

"Ya look like y'all wrestled a pig an' lost, Anon. You didn't think I was gonna let ya dirty up your bed now, did ya?"

"N-No, of... of course not. Thanks."

She shoves your shirt off one shoulder with a hoof and your shrug it the rest of the way off, then she bites your pants and hooks a hoof around the other side, dragging you halfway off the bed in her attempt to remove them. You lift yourself somewhat awkwardly to let them slide down your legs, then sit again and kick off your shoes as she drags your pants down and off, tossing them aside with a lazy twitch of her muzzle.

She comes back up to reach for your underwear, then looks at you when you hastily cover yourself with your hands.

"Don't tell me ya wear these even in the shower?"

"Well, n-no, but--"

"Well c'mon! I ain't got all night."

"Applejack, no... I can't."

She straightens up and looks you in the eye.

"Look, Anon. Maybe humans wearin' clothes makes ya feel weird bein' naked around anypony, but in case ya didn't notice, ponies are naked pretty much always."

"It's not the same!"

She sighs, "Okay, maybe not, but unless ya wanna get them inner clothes wet, they'd better come off quick. I ain't lettin' ya sleep all filthy like that, so you're gettin' in that shower whether ya take 'em off or not.

You hesitate. You're still obviously 'excited' from earlier and you might just die of embarrassment if she realizes what she did to you. You seriously consider just wearing your underwear in the shower, but unfortunately you learned the hard way that whatever fabric Rarity used for them chafes like hell when it gets wet.

Applejack, getting impatient, rolls her eyes and grabs your hand, saying, "Alright, in ya get."

"W-Wait! ...Alright, I'll take them off."

"See, that weren't so hard."

"Just..." You look away awkwardly, "Applejack, you need to understand. Humans are almost never naked around others unless they're being... well, intimate."

She tilts her head in thought for a moment, then her eyes widen and her ears twitch, "So... hang on, you mean to say bein' naked makes ya think you're bein' intimate whether ya want to or not?"

"Yeah."

She hesitates, then glaces down at the lump in your underwear and her eyes hurriedly snap up to yours, a blush starting to form across her cheeks. "I guess that, uh... does make it a mite awkward, 'specially with my cycle an' all." She looks up at you for a few seconds, then sighs. "Well, still, I said I'd help ya wash. If you wanna wear them inner clothes, I won't complain."

Now it's your turn to sigh, "No... these things chafe like hell when they're wet." She shuffles her hooves awkwardly and you rub your neck before saying, "Uh... can you, like, turn away or something while I take them off?"

"What difference would that make? I'm gonna have to look once you're in the wash."

Damn, she's absolutely right.

"I-I mean, I'll probably be fine just by myself..."

You don't even sound confident to yourself and she just rolls her eyes, "C'mon Anon, I just watched ya try an' walk a moment ago. You can't hardly stand, nevermind bendin' around to clean yourself an' all."

You grimace and try to think of another excuse, but she groans, "Anon, please, I know it's weird an' all--I feel the same way, honest--but yer gettin' in that shower whether you're wearin' them or not, an' ya just said ya can't wear 'em, so we might as well quit wastin' time and get on with it."

You sigh in resignation and slowly slide your underwear down your legs. Despite saying it wouldn't matter, you notice Applejack still turns her head away, looking uncomfortable. When she looks back at you, she seems to be carefully keeping her eyes up high and her expression neutral.

"Well. C'mon then."

She grabs your hand and pulls you upright, pointedly ignoring your dangling member as she supports you while you walk. She leads you into the bathroom and activates the magically heated showerhead--now that's something you really love about this world: since the water is heated by a magical talisman built into the shower, adjusting the temperature is nearly instantaneous.

Applejack checks the temperature and nods, then turns to help you. Still feeling deeply embarrassed, you take great pains--literally, due to the aching in your legs--to avoid sticking any body part in Applejack's face as you step into the flow of water.

You turn your back to the water and the heat and massaging pressure instantly clears your mind of all thoughts or worries. You heave a great sigh of contentment and hear Applejack giggle quietly, but you don't mind. You drop heavily to your butt and rest your forearms on your knees. With the showerhead beating down on your back from on high, you relax utterly and completely, your head drooping sleepily.

There's a faint rustling sound but you don't bother looking up. A moment later, something soft but firm begins rubbing small circles into your hair at the base of your neck, slowly moving around and up onto your skull. You're dully aware of the scent of your shampoo but the soothing massage on your head makes it hard to focus on anything.

Eventually, a hoof presses into your forehead and your head is pulled back into the flow of water, then gently set back down again, water dribbling around your ears and dripping off your chin.

The water pounding on your back suddenly stops and you crack an eye open, turning your head to see the water now pouring down the wall beside you. Just as you open your mouth to ask, a hoof rubs into your shoulder and releases a tiny bit more tension you weren't even aware you still had, causing your head to droop again immediately.

You hear another soft giggle as you realize she's lathering you with her hoof rather than using your soft brush--the closest thing you could find to the loofahs you used back on earth. Focusing is hard with how relaxed you are, but you try to pay attention so you can understand what she's doing. It feels like she lathers with the soft frogs of her hoof first, then angles her hoof and scrubs with the hard hoof wall.

Her hoof digs into a particularly sore spot and you groan involuntarily, your focus shattering. She scrubs the back of your neck and your shoulders, then slowly moves down your back, both massaging and lathering as she goes, frequently drawing more grunts and moans from you.

The scrubbing finally ceases and a moment later you feel her hoof press into your chest and Applejack quiet voice rings out as if from a great distance, "Scoot back, Anon."

With a slow and painful heave, you stretch out your legs and slide your butt backwards along the tub, your arms resting limply by your side. A second later the wonderful hot water pours down your back at a sharp angle.

In the short quiet that follows you almost begin to dose off, but then you hear a faint rustle in front of you and feel something wedge between your calves, pushing your feet to the sides of the tub. You briefly consider the momentous effort of lifting your head to look, but quickly deem the task impossible.

The magical hoof begins its work again and, barely conscious, you're distantly aware of your arms being massaged, followed by your chest and a light scrubbing of your belly and sides. You almost stir in fear of the pain when the pressure suddenly jumps down to your thigh, but the hoof of wonders knows exactly how much pressure to apply to your aching legs.

You rapidly sink back into oblivion as it slowly proceeds down your thigh, hardly even noticing when it jumps to the other leg. You'd have dozed off ages ago if not for the way the massage stimulates your bloodflow, but even so, you're barely conscious.

You thought you felt as good as possible, but somehow the feeling radiating through your body abruptly intensifies, and a particularly sudden jolt of pleasure makes you shudder and gasp.

"O-Oh..."

Something in her quiet voice immediately snaps your mind back to the present and you open your eyes to find you are absolutely rock hard and she is slowly stroking the underside of your member with the frog of her hoof.

You gasp and jerk your head up.

She gasps and jerks her hoof back.

Both of you stare at each other in shock.

"I... I was j-just latherin' it up!"

"You were stoking it!"

Her blush rapidly darkens around her muzzle, "I... I just..."

"What, Applejack? What were you doing?"

She turns her head and closes her eyes, blush intensifying further, "I'm sorry, Anon. I swear I was just gonna lather it up..."

"What'd you think was gonna happen?"

She shoots you a little glare, "I ain't a filly, Anon. I figured that was gonna happen."

You should probably be more upset, but you're way too relaxed to really get angry.

"Well why'd you keep going, then?"

"'Cause it's just so..." She closes her eyes and shudders, practically moaning the last word, "...hard."

You twitch.

You try not to think about that twitch.

"Wait, what?"

She takes a deep breath and mumbles, "Ah figured you'd get an erection... be stupid not to, so I weren't surprised when you did... but I dunno, I guess my cycle really does mess with my head, 'cause I... I couldn't stop myself." She clenches her eyes tight and whispers, barely audible over the flowing water, "It just kept gettin' harder an' harder... just... so hard."

"Uh... don't stallions get hard, too?"

She gives you a tiny shake of her head, her voice still quiet, her cheeks still bright red, "Not like that... they get big, but... it's still pretty soft an' flexible." She finally looks at you again, "But you... it's so hard it's like a bone or a claw. Like... like it's a buckin' weapon."

She looks down at you almost fearfully, "How long does it stay like that?"

You shrug, feeling oddly calm--that massage was fantastic.

"Until I'm not aroused anymore or until I... well, finish." She just stares at you expectantly so you continue, "I mean, it lasts at least a few minutes an can--"

She squeaks, her eyes wide and her ears flattening, "A... A few... At least a few minutes?"

"...Yeah, why?"

She stares at you in stunned silence for a moment before finally mumbling, "Anon, a stallion with very high endurance might go for two whole minutes if he's lucky."

Your own eyes go wide and you laugh incredulously, "No way, really?"

Bemused, you shake your head as she nods slowly, eyes still very wide, "So, uh... what's a long time for humans, then?"

"I dunno, like thirty minutes?"

Her hooves fly to her muzzle, then she just blurts out around them anyway, "THIRTY!?"

"Maybe more if I'm careful."

She just shakes her head, giving you an odd look, both fearful and eager. Staring directly into your eyes, she slowly lowers a hoof and touches your tip. You gasp and twitch, and she smiles faintly. She slowly strokes down the underside of your shaft and a tingle rapidly builds and shoots up your spine. Your eyes close, your back arches slightly, you try to suppress a moan but still let out a short, strained grunt as a shudder explodes up your back, rattling your entire torso.

You grab her hoof and stare into her hungry smile, "AJ... you promised." Her face turns to confusion, "This morning when I woke up in your bed." Now her face twists into a scowl.

"I told ya, Anon, I can still think just fine."

"You promised."

She gives you such a pout you nearly break right then and there, "Anon... why're you so against this?"

"We can't, AJ. Not until after your cycle."

"But why? Why does it matter so much?"

"Because I... I can't lose you." She just tilts her head, looking confused again, "Look, AJ, if we do... that... and it is just because of your cycle, then when your cycle is done, we'd... it'd just be weird. We'd both be awkward and uncomfortable around each other. We couldn't be friends anymore... and AJ I can not let that happen."

She gives you a long, thoughtful stare. It goes on so long you start to get a little fidgety under it. Then abruptly, she shrugs, "Alright well, all that's left are your lower legs, then you can go to sleep."

Your mouth opens, confused by the abrupt change, but she stands and twirls around before you even get a word out. Her back now facing you, she sits directly between your thighs and her water-laden tail settles directly across your groin. She immediately begins scrubbing your calves and her body rocks gently with the motion, causing her tail to wiggle in your crotch, rubbing you in all sorts of sensitive places. You hurriedly grab her tail and lift it away from you.

Her head instantly snaps up and stares straight forward, her ears turned back toward you.

"Uh... Anon? What're ya doin'?"

"J-Just holding your tail away so it doesn't--"

You freeze mid sentence, suddenly revealing exactly what you're doing... and what you're exposing. You drop her tail and it quickly tucks down between her legs and twitches nervously.

She turns back to look at you out of the corner of her eye, "I'm gonna chalk that up to you not knowing pony ways; that lifting a mare's tail is about as blunt a way possible for a stallion to say they want some flank." She smirks over her shoulder at you, "'Cause otherwise you're givin' me some awfully mixed signals here."

You stammer and feel your ears burning, then finally find your voice, "You're the one who was rubbing me with your tail?"

"Aw, shucks, was I really? I swear that thing has a mind of its own." Still smirking, she wiggles her rump and flicks her tail so it brushes against you again.

You suppress another violent shudder and cross your arms, frowning at her.

"If you're gonna send mixed signals too, we may as well both cut the shit and just be honest with each other."

"Well I'm always up for bein' honest."

She sets a hoof on your thigh and twists around so she can stare right at you.

"So y'all wanna do this or what?"

You furrow your brow, "Huh? Do what?"

Her ear twitches nervously, "Uh... well hay, how blunt do I gotta be?"

You shrug your shoulders and she just rolls her eye with a little grin. She shuffles and turns even more, now sitting more or less sideways in your lap. She sets a hoof on your cheek and leans close to stare into your eyes.

"Anon, d'you wanna rut me?"

"Do I..."

Your eyes widen.

"...W-What?"

She giggles as you stammer, "B-But you... I just s-said..."

She taps your cheek and smiles warmly, "Calm down, sugarcube. It's just a yes or no question."

You take a slow, deep breath. "We shouldn't."

Her head tilts as she clicks her tongue, "That ain't what I asked."

You just stare at her dumbly. Her smile slowly fades to a more serious stare. Eventually she starts to look a bit worried, but finally you manage a faint whisper.

"Yes."

Her eyes widen with a little gasp and she breaks into a smile. She leans forward and presses her chest against you as her lips touch yours, her hoof pressing against the back of your head as she moans softly.

Then she breaks the kiss and stares into your eyes, whispering breathlessly, "Me too, Anon."

Then she slowly turns around and returns to scrubbing your calves.

...Wait, what? She's just gonna stop? She isn't even teasing you with her tail anymore.

"Uh... Applejack?"

One ear swivels back to you but she continues scrubbing.

"What are you doing?"

"Finishin' what I started, 'course."

"Are... are we not...?"

She snorts a little laugh and just swivels her ear forward again.

Did you do something wrong? You just sit there feeling awkward and worried while she finishes scrubbing your calves and feet.

Finally, she turns around and rinses her hoof behind your head, her wet mane brushing your cheek and filling your mind with her scent--apples, of course, but there's a definite musk about her too... and a faint spice, like cinnamon.

She leans back and raises an eyebrow when she sees your concerned face, "Somethin' wrong?"

"Well... I was gonna ask you the same thing."

"Why might somethin' be wrong with me?"

"I just... it seemed like you wanted--"

She presses her hoof to your lips and smiles, "I do, Anon... but you're right. We shouldn't." She leans forward until her face is only inches from yours, "I'm real glad ya said yes, though." She leans in to give you a quick kiss, then turns to climb out of the tub. "Like ya said, I promised."

As she walks away, she looks over her shoulder and flicks her tail.

"You do wanna wait 'til after my cycle, right?"