Apple Hospitality

For several minutes you just sit there and try to process the emotional rollercoaster of the past half hour. The last thing she said echoes through your mind and you're a bit surprised at how hard it is to answer her question.

It's just all so sudden. A week ago you couldn't even imagine yourself in a relationship with a human, and now... what, maybe you'll date a pony? Hell, a week ago you hadn't even thought a pony could be attractive at all, much less as beautiful as--

You struggle to cut off that chain of thought, trying not to imagine her kneeling between your legs, her wet mane accenting the curve of her neck and shoulder--

You grimace and struggle to your feet, hoping some movement will distract you. You're pleasantly surprised at how little it hurts to move around and you are even able to towel yourself off without much trouble. She may have simply been scrubbing you clean, but it was almost as effective as a massage for your sore legs. You can still see her eager face as she sits between your legs and slowly reaches down with a hoof--

Dammit!

You shake your head and hurry into your bedroom, finding it empty and the door closed. For a moment you wonder if Applejack simply left, but then you hear some clinks from the living room. She must be putting away your new tea set or something, bless her.

You pull out some fresh underwear, a plain black shirt, and your favorite flannel pajama pants, then slowly walk out into the living room--your legs may be feeling better, but they're still very stiff and a little sore.

You're surprised to see your tea set still sitting on the counter and you look into the kitchen to find Applejack standing over a pan on your stove, her back to you. As you watch, she takes one wide step to the side and your eyes are drawn downward as her tail flicks to the side. You hurriedly wrench your eyes back up and watch her deftly chop some mushrooms on a cutting board.

Wait... how the hell does she hold and use a knife with one hoof?

She finishes chopping before you can figure it out and grabs the board in her teeth, tilting the contents into the pan. Then, without even looking, her hoof whips out to the counter beside her and flicks a clove of garlic up into the air. She catches it between both hooves and smashes it in one smooth movement, examining her hoof and picking the papery skin out with her teeth. Then she drops the clove into the pan and takes another wide step the side with another alluring swing of her tail.

A bit amazed by her display of dexterity, you look down without thinking this time and catch a glimpse of--

Your breath catches and her head whips around at the sound. You pray to the twin sisters that you jerked your eyes up in time to meet hers.

She gives you a huge friendly smile, but her mischievous eyes still make you nervous. "Well howdy, Anon! Enjoyin' the show?"

"W-What?"

She just giggles and continues, "Y'ain't got so much in your pantry, but I oughta be able to whip up somethin' decent anyhow."

"You didn't have to--"

"Quiet, you. I know that, I just wanted to."

She grabs a nearby bowl and dumps its contents into the pan. You slowly walk up beside her and she grins sidelong at you.

"So how're ya feelin'?"

"Well I'm walking on my own, aren't I?"

"Bit o' hard scrubbin' is near as good as a massage, huh?"

"Y-Yeah... thanks."

Her ears droop slightly from your uncomfortable tone and she eyes you nervously, asking, "Hey now, somethin' wrong?"

"Huh? Oh, no, just..." You sigh and lean back against the counter to give your legs a bit of a rest, "What now?"

She tilts her head questioningly and you clarify, "I mean, what... uh, just, us I guess. What's next for us?"

She shrugs her shoulders and stirs the pan idly as she says, "Reckon that's up to you, partner. Least, 'til my cycle's over."

You just stand there and watch as she tosses some spices you didn't even know you had into the pan.

"...And then?"

She continues cooking in silence for a moment before shrugging her shoulders again, "I dunno, Anon. It's real hard for me to tell when I'm thinkin' straight an' when my cycle is messin' with my head."

She glances at the pan then steps back, apparently content to let it simmer for now. You haven't eaten since the Hayburger and the smell is making your stomach growl.

"I know I kept sayin' I was thinkin' straight, but... well, obviously I wasn't an' I just couldn't tell."

"What are you getting at, AJ?"

She sighs and sits on her rump, "Point is, I just plain don't know how much o' this is real. I like you, Anon. Hay, I like you a lot. But a week from now, Celestia knows what my feelings'll really be."

You smile grimly and spread your hands, "That's exactly why I said we should wait."

Her ears turn back and she looks away. She's almost painfully cute when she's all awkward like this.

"That ain't what I'm sayin', Anon. Yeah, maybe this ain't real an' when my cycle's over we'll only be friends or even just coworkers..." She blushes and shuffles her hooves, "But that don't mean we can't have a little fun in the meantime, right?"

You're having a hard time concentrating with her being this damn adorable.

"What if, uh... what if I'm right and we end up... like, super awkward and nervous afterwards?"

She looks up and meets your eye, "An' if I promised you I really don't mind an' won't treat ya different afterwards?"

You grimace and shrug, trying to ignore her plaintive stare, "That won't help if I still feel that way."

"But Anon, why's it gotta be such a big deal, anyhow? Even if we're a mite awkward for a time, it ain't like we won't still be friends! We'd be back to normal 'fore long, right?"

You sigh and slowly lower yourself to the floor, your legs stretched out before you.

"Alright, look Applejack... When I was talking about bacon earlier and you got all uncomfortable, you know what I thought? I immediately assumed I'd just horrified or terrified you and maybe ruined our friendship." She starts to reassure you but you interrupt her with a hand, "I know, I know... turns out your actually like it, I get that now. My point is in that moment... I thought I'd just lost you."

You sigh and rub your chin, feeling awkward, "I thought that losing you would be bad enough--you are my closest friend, after all--but it's not just that... damn near every pony I've befriended here I only know because of you." You tilt your head back and rest it against the counter, closing your eyes as you continue, "In that terrible moment, I realized that if I did something that pushed you away, it'd probably mean losing the rest of your family, the crusaders, your best friends... I mean maybe I could still be friends with Rarity, Dash, and Twilight, but if it comes down to it, of course they'd side with you over me!"

She tries to interrupt you, but you just keep talking over her, "And as if that's not bad enough, you are absolutely adored in Ponyville, yet I'm still having a hell of a time convincing everypony I'm friendly even with you and Twilight helping. Now who the hell would think I'm nice if I alienated everypony's favorite pony AND the fucking Princess of Friendship herself? Shit, I'd probably get ran out of town, maybe even exiled from Equestria!"

You take a deep, shuddering breath to continue your rant, but suddenly Applejack thuds into your chest. She squeezes you in a tight hug, the side of her muzzle pressed hard against your neck.

She doesn't say anything, just... holds you. You slowly wrap your arms around her and rest your head against hers. You let out a long sigh and realize just how tense and pent up you had become during your rant. With her soft, warm body and her sweet, faintly spicy scent, you slowly relax again.

After a quiet moment, she murmurs softly in your ear, "I know you're scared of losin' your friends, Anon. I remember how lonely ya were 'fore ya came to the farm." She pulls back and gives you a warm smile, "But ya gotta understand... y'all made most o' those friends yourself. Oh shore maybe ya met 'em in the first place 'cause of me, but you're the one who got Apple Bloom to adore you, got Big Mac to open up, got Granny carin' for ya like family, an' got Rarity to think so highly of you."

Her hoof presses lightly into your cheek, "There's no tellin' what'd actually happen if we had a real fight or somethin', but I reckon you'd have more ponies on your side than ya think."

You smile and absently stroke the side of her neck, "Thanks AJ. Maybe you're right... but still, I don't want to make our friends choose sides between us. I'd hate to upset anypony."

She stares at you for a moment, then slowly gets up to check on the stove, saying, "Y'know, you're so caught up in what everypony else wants, I think sometimes ya forget to think about what you want. You deserve to be happy too, Anon. Y'ain't gotta sacrifice your own happiness for other's sake!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She huffs softly, "I'm sayin' if ya don't wanna go any further, that's fine, I won't push... but if ya actually do wanna go further, an' you're just sayin' ya don't 'cause you're afraid of upsetting somepony... well, buck what they want and do what YOU want."

You sigh and your chin drops to your chest, "Sounds like you're just trying to convince me to go through with it even though I already said I wanna wait."

"Naw, it's fine if ya do wanna wait, honest." You hear her hooves clop on the floor, "I'm just pretty sure ya actually don't an' I reckon you're just sayin' ya do 'cause you riled yourself up with anxious thoughts 'bout what might happen next."

You grimace and keep staring at your lap, even as she sits directly in front of you.

"So long as ya actually want this, I honestly think there ain't nothin' to worry about."

You look up and jump when you see her face only inches from yours and she leans in for a quick kiss, then steps back and giggles at your surprised expression.

"You're cute when ya worry, though."

"Well, I've no idea where you found most of that food, but damn it was delicious."

Applejack smiles and hops up from the couch to fetch your bowl, "Oh, it was nothin' really. I just remember what ya said 'bout pony food bein' bland an' added somethin' like twice as much seasoning as usual."

You lean back and arch your back, groaning as you stretch, then say, "Still, I appreciate it. I didn't realize how hungry I was 'til I smelled your cooking."

She smirks as she heads into your kitchen, "Think y'all can handle doin' yer own dishes in the morning?"

You chuckle and shrug, "Dunno, might be awfully sore in the morning..."

"Aw c'mon, y'all don't need another massage, do ya?"

You press on your thigh and wince, "Actually I'd love one to be honest."

"What? Ain't it only been like an hour?"

"That didn't count, it wasn't a real one!"

She rolls her eyes as she walks back over and you groan loudly as you lean forward and struggle to your feet. Then you stumble and nearly fall flat on your face as Applejack catches you with a hoof on your chest.

"C'mon, you, let's get you to bed."

You lean on her and mutter, "What time is it, anyway?"

"Not too late, really. We only got here 'bout two hours ago."

You yawn as the two of you slowly waddle through the house and into your bedroom, "Man... this was a long day."

"Yeah, who'd a guessed takin' a day off in town would be harder'n a day on the farm?"

You chuckle and plop heavily onto your bed, slip your shirt off, catch Applejack staring, and pause as you grab your pajama pants."

"I guess it'd be silly to be shy about this now, huh?"

She turns away, a light blush playing about her muzzle, "I 'spose..."

You hesitate a moment more, then slowly drop your pants and toss them on top of your dresser. Then you scoot back and lift your legs onto the bed. You notice Applejack sneaks a quick peek, then seems to relax.

"Oh, y'all don't sleep naked?"

You chuckle awkwardly as you slowly stretch out your legs, "Nah, just in this."

Applejack hesitates, seeming nervous, then she rears and puts her forehooves on the edge of your bed.

You ask, "I don't suppose you were seriously offering another massage?"

"Naw, you'll be fine after ya sleep an' let your legs heal overnight."

You shrug, then a thought strikes you, "Hang on... the other night was the first time you'd ever given a massage, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, we never been too keen on massages on the farm. Generally we don't need 'em unless we buck up an' hurt ourselves."

"Like I did?"

She nods, "Mmhmm. Big Mac did somethin' similar once tryin' to impress a mare. Granny gave 'im what she called a 'deep tissue massage' that looked more like pain than anything' else. Guessin' she wanted to make sure he didn't do anythin' stupid like that again."

"Did it work?"

"Oh, buck yeah, it worked for all three of us! Mac was limpin' for days an' me an' little Bloom were terrified of gettin' the same 'massage' treatment."

"No, you? Terrified?"

"Hey now, y'all ain't seen Granny when she's actually angry."

"She must be a force to be reckoned with."

"Yeah, just imagine a mare that can massage buckin' Big Mac into submission."

You decide not to even try, "Well, anyway... the reason I asked is I figure that means you've probably never had a real massage yourself either, have you?"

She furrows her brows, "Well... no, 'cause I ain't never needed one. Granny used Mac as an example to teach us never to work ourselves to the bone like y'all did the other day."

"Maybe you never needed one, but they still feel good." You give her a wide smile and her ears fold back, "How about you hop up here and let me return the favor, show you how good a massage is supposed to feel when not given by a vengeful grandma trying to teach a lesson."

She narrows her eyes suspiciously, "Ain't'cha too sore an' tired for somethin' like that?"

"Eh, only my legs are sore. I think pinning you on the couch without breaking a sweat proves my arms are just fine."

Her ears fold down even more and her blush returns in force. "H-Hey, y'all just got lucky! I weren't expectin' anythin' but some lazy tired arm wavin'!"

You scoff, "Yeah, sure. Get up here, girl."

She bristles at your tone and hops onto the bed, then yelps as you immediately grab both her forelegs and pull them toward you. Her hind legs are still halfway over the edge of the bed and her chest plops down onto the soft blanket. She begins scrambling her hind legs to lift herself, but you just lazily lean sideways and rest your torso on top of her, pinning her shoulders under one arm, your other arm resting casually on her hip. Her fur is soft and warm against your bare chest, and she shoots you a disbelieving glare over her shoulder.

Then she whinnies and wiggles her good foreleg under her and presses hard into the mattress. But honestly, with nearly all your weight on her shoulders and only one good foreleg, there's no way she can...

Oh holy fuck, she's strong!

In a bit of a panic, you change plans and wrap your free arm around her neck and roll backwards, making her yelp as you lift and twist her to the side and onto your chest. Her head now rests in the crook of your arm near your chest and you tilt your head to mutter right into her ear.

"C'mon, you can do better'n that, right?"

She gasps softly, her ears fold down, and she seems to freeze up for an instant. Then she hooks your right arm with her foreleg and, with a jerk, manages to jam a hind hoof between her belly and your left arm around her waist. With a great heave and an adorable little grunt, she wrenches your arms away from her body and twists around to get her other two legs under her. She immediately pins your right arm with her cast and bucks, kicking her hips up and over your head to thud down behind you so her body rests across your right side.

Her cast is rough but it's too limiting to stop you from wiggling your arm around underneath it. Instead, she swings her good foreleg around to get a better hold on your arm under her cast, but you interrupt her, grabbing that foreleg with your other hand. You twist onto your back and jerk your arm, wrenching it out from under the rough cast in one smooth--if painful--movement. Her hind leg tries to catch your right arm, but you lift it high in the air and her hind hoof thumps uselessly into the mattress.

She tries to twist around but can't move much while you hold her good foreleg like that, so you swing your arm back down and wrap it around her rump, causing her to help slightly and flick her tail. You grab her hind leg on the far side and pull it back up and around, trying to twist her onto her back. Unfortunately her other two legs are well placed and she is able to resist being spun around. That means all you really do is spread her legs wide until they won't go any further.

She whinnies and shoots you a nasty glare that does nothing to hide her deep blush running all the way down her neck. She jerks her hoof and you are surprised to find it slick with sweat as it easily slips from your grasp. She slams her hoof down just left of your hip, her foreleg suddenly slips free of your left hand and her cast slams down on your left forearm, and suddenly your right forearm is pinned under her good foreleg.

Applejack is now straddling you, both of your arms held down beside your head by her forehooves. She stares down at you for a second, panting and blushing furiously.

She forces a laugh and tries to give you a wicked grin of her own, but it comes out more like a nervous grimace, "Ha! G-Got you--"

With a guttural roar, you twist your torso and heave with all your might, lifting your left arm and raising her into the air. She may be strong, but she's still just a little lightweight pony, and she has no leverage to hold your arm down except her own weight. She neighs wildly as you toss her to the side and she slams down on her back beside you.

You grab the hoof that had your right hand pinned only a few seconds ago and keep twisting your body around, lifting your torso until you're on hands and knees above her, grabbing both forelegs and barely even noticing the stiffness in your legs in your determination to pin her.

You grunt as her hind legs scrabble against your side and belly, then you jerk your knees up to press into her sides. Finally you swing your elbows down and pin her hind legs between your elbows and thighs.

Your whole body tenses, expecting her to kick and thrash wildly, but instead she goes completely still, her wide eyes staring into yours and her flush now spreading all the way down to her shoulders.

"A-A-Anon!?"

Her voice is faint and breathless, but that's not what matters. What matters is how it is practically dripping with desire. Her tiny, gasping voice carried more hope and burning passion than you thought it possible to contain in one word.

You hesitate and take stock of your position.

You are looming over Applejack as she lays on her back, you're holding both forelegs in your hands up to her chest, your elbows are pressed down into her hind legs, squeezing them into your thighs. You're on your knees, your thighs press into her rimp, and your knees are slid way up her side.

This effectively means your crotch is pressed right up against hers... and you are hard as fucking diamond.

You gasp and let go of her forelegs, pressing your palms into the mattress on other side of her to lift yourself up.

"N-No, wait!"

You hesitate and she just stares at you for a few seconds, then her foreleg wraps around your neck and she half pulls you down, half lifts herself up to you. Her warm chest presses against your bare skin and her brilliant green eyes fill your vision, a sharp contrast to her intense pink blush.

"Anon... I-I don't have much experience with all this, but..." She takes a deep breath to steady herself, then her hot breath fills your nostrils as she growls in a low voice, "By Tartarus, if you can't look me in the eyes an' tell me ya don't want this... I need y'all to rut me right now."

You stare into her eyes for what feels like ages.

Then you drop onto one elbow and press your body close, hungrily jamming your lips against hers. She shudders and lets out tiny little moans of delight as you wiggle against her, working your arm down to pull off your underwear. You manage to get it down to your knees and kick it off, then finally break the kiss and watch her face as you position yourself.

Suddenly her expression turns anxious, "I... Anon, I've never..." She averts her gaze and you realize what she means.

"Oh..." You hesitate, then smile warmly, "You're sure, though?"

She looks back to you sheepishly, then hooks a hoof behind your neck and gives you a tiny nod.

"I... please. I need it."

You gently prod her with the tip and a shiver runs up her body. Resting on your elbow, you slide your hand behind her head to loosely grab her mane, then bring your other hand up to stroke her cheek.

"Just tell me if it hurts, okay?"

She smiles faintly and whimpers, "P-Please..."

You grin and grab her hoof, pressing it into the mattress, causing her to gasp and squeak.

Then, achingly slow, you press into her.

Her eyes go wide, your mischievous grin vanishes, and you gasp, immediately overwhelmed with the feeling of her. She moans softly, biting her lip and her eyes roll up into her head. Your hips press up against her and you just stay there for a moment, buried deep inside her.

You stare into each other's eyes and Applejack whispers, "Sweet Celestia... it's so buckin' good."

You feel something twitch inside her and she shudders, her neck arching as her head rolls back. You lean down and gently bite her on the side of the neck. Her whole body tenses and she gasps with a high squeak. Then you growl right into her ear.

"I'm just getting started..."

Her only response is a whimper as you slowly pull out, then thrust back in with a little more force.

"O-Oh, buck! Anon..."

Again, you slowly pull out, then you start a slow and steady rhythm. One hand still pins her hoof to the mattress, the other is curled in a tight first in her mane, her head pressed against your neck. You try to suppress your own grunting, delighting in her every whinny and squeak.

Suddenly she presses her head back against the pillow and looks at you with wide eyes, "Anon... d-don't stop! Ohhh, b-buck... Anon!"

Her breathing halts as her entire body tenses up, then with one more thrust she lets out a long, high groan as her whole body shudders. Her musky scent envelops you as she gasps and whines and moans and convulses beneath you. The feeling of her pressed against you and all around you is just incredible. You just hold her and wait patiently for the orgasm to finish.

After all, it's only been a minute or so.

As her tremors begin to peter out, you gently grind against her, earning you yet another strained moan. She looks up at you weakly, panting heavily.

"That was... so good, Anon."

You give her a little kiss, "You're amazing AJ." She's already slick with sweat but you lean down and whisper in her ear, "But I hope you don't think we're already done."

She turns her head and looks at you, confused, then her eyes widen and she gasps, "In the shower! Y-You said..."

You just grin in response.

She closes her eyes and shivers, "Luna have mercy..."

You kiss the tip of her snoot and wiggle your hips a little bit, "Don't worry, it'll be fun..."

She shudders again as you extend your arm and lift your torso up, releasing your grip on her hoof. You grab a hind leg and twist her onto her side without pulling out and she obediently stretches her other leg out between your legs. She looks a bit apprehensive but still eager for more.

She sighs as you slowly pull out and slide in again, the new angle pressing in all sorts of new places. You stop for a second and brush her cheek with a thumb.

"Seriously though, let me know if it's too much and I'll stop."

She bats your hand away and touches her hoof to your lips, "Shut up and rut me."

You grin and kiss the sensitive frog of her hoof, making her whinny and jerk her hoof away, then you slam into her before she can do anything else.

She can barely contain her squeaks and moans and her hoof presses into your chest, rubbing all over as you move. Occasionally she is overwhelmed with sensation and closes her eyes with a sharp intake of breath. Mostly she just stares at you, rarely breaking eye contact.

It isn't long before she tenses up and another orgasm racks her body. This time you don't even slow down, even as she slumps back against the pillow. She turns to stare at you, her eyes filled with wonder and raw lust--you've never seen anything so beautiful in your life.

You grab her tail and pull it tight, pressing your hand into the small of her back, holding it up and out of the way... that seems to excite her more than anything else so far. With your other hand you grab her hind leg and raise it high, spreading her legs wide. When you thrust again, she gasps and squeaks as you go just a bit deeper than before. Still, she twists her head around to look you right in the eye.

You're panting now and you can see how she keeps glancing down at your mouth--at your teeth. You release her leg to bend over her and give her a long kiss as you pound deep inside of her. Her whimpering leaks out around the kiss, the vibrations tickling your nose and lips.

When you break the kiss, you grab her mane again and pull, growling lightly. She gasps and her head begins to tilt to ease the pressure, then she bites her lip and fights it, keeping her gaze on you. A long whine escapes her throat as yet another orgasm wracks her body. This time when the tremors stop, she's somehow managed to twist around so you're between her legs again.

She shivers and moans quietly, "This is... oh, Celestia..."

You're getting close now--you can both feel it. You thrust faster, almost desperately. She wraps her hoof around your neck and pulls you close, staring deep into your eyes.

"Anon..." She gasps, "Oh... I want it..."

"Applejack, I..."

"Anon, please."

"Oh f-fuck..."

She whimpers.

You slow for just a second and moan.

Then with one last violent thrust, you jam yourself against her, your whole body convulsing and you can feel her throbbing right alongside you. You collapse to your elbows but she grabs your head with both hooves, forcing you to stare into her eyes. You gasp and groan deep in your throat as you shudder inside her. You press your whole body against her, trying to bring her even closer to you. She jams her mouth against yours and holds you close as the tremors slowly fade.

Eventually your body falls still and she releases the kiss. You both just stare at each other.

Her coat is lathered with her frothy sweat, her mane is wild and tangled, her scent is overwhelmed with musky scent... her eyes are just as beautiful as ever.

"Applejack..."

"...Yeah?"

"I think I love you."

She gasps and one more little tremor runs up her torso. She smiles, her eyes glistening in the warm light of your bedroom.

"I... I love you too, Anon."