The Apple Offering

Here's a bonus: A pal's fic that was in the competition that didn't quite make it, but he wanted me to edit/co-author it and upload it.

Tap's Night Shelf somewhat proudly presents:

Sweetest Apple Juice

There was a knock at the door. Vinyl Scratch, epic DJ and master of wubs, pushed up her shades and looked up from her turntable she was working at to go investigate who her visitor was. When she opened her door, a smile crept onto her face.

It was the mare that ran the local apple farm, Applejack. They had met at a club Vinyl was doing a gig at one night, AJ’s friends having finally managed to talk her into getting out for a change, “letting her hair down” as they said. Later that night, during her break, the young DJ spotted the apple mare sitting at the bar by herself. She sat down and had started talking with her, one thing lead to another and the two clicked, much to their surprise.

Vinyl totally dug her for her more calm and simple nature, compared to the other rowdy ponies she hung out with. Applejack respected Vinyl’s dedication and passion in her work and liked her sense of humor, which wasn’t as immature as Pinkie Pie’s or Rainbow Dash’s, but not as bland as Twilight’s. It had been weeks since that night, and they had been seeing each other regularly since.

“So what brings you around here stranger?” Vinyl asked with a joking grin.

Applejack smiled and replied back, “Howdy, sugercube! Just wanted to drop by an’ see how you were doin’. And I just might’a wanted you to be the first to try out some of our new hard apple liquor we just brewed up,” she said with an almost devilish grin.

The young DJ’s own smile widened, “You know me AJ, I’m always up for drinks!”

A few hours later, and the pair had emptied both of the bottles Applejack had brought with her. They were now laying side by side on the love seat in Vinyl’s living room, checks flushed, swaying to the music that was playing from the record player.

Soon Applejack started to nuzzle into Vinyl’s neck, kissing it ever so softly. The unicorn responded by meeting Apple’s lips in a slow building kiss. When they broke apart for air, they went back again, this time deeper and harder. Both tongues pushed to enter each other’s mouths and once they gained access, the exploring started.

Vinyl took the lead and pushed Apple Jack onto the couch, reaching down and massaging her breasts. As her hooves delicately moved over her mounds, the apple mare could only gasp and moan softly, her mouth making a cute “O” shape.

Soon the kissing started again, and it was the farmer’s turn to please her mate. Her hoof moved its way down slowly, until stopping right above the DJ’s marehood. AJ’s first light stoke made Scratch shudder, breaking the kiss as her eyes locked with her lover, half lidded as she panted. She parted her lower lips, finding Vinyl’s sweet spot and eliciting a throaty moan as she got to work.

Apple Jack took her hoof away, now coated with Vinyl’s juices. The DJ, still on top, decided to take the initiative again, positioning her crotch over the farm girl’s. Applejack wrapped her hooves around the off-white unicorn’s neck, planting another kiss on her lips, as Scratch lowered herself. Their sexes met, the soft, wet flesh pressing together. Then she began to grind, ever so slowly.

AJ closed her eyes, letting the feeling of her lover’s actions take her. Vinyl quickened her pace as she rubbed faster and harder. The Apple mare was pushing back, their fluids mixing as they ground together. She chewed on a piece of her mane as her face dampened with moistness, her face and loins getting hotter.

Their slick slits slid over each other, rubbing in a constant rhythm, faster and faster. Vinyl's hips pumped furiously, the stimulation driving her and her lover to press against each other harder and harder. Applejack thrust up in time to meet Scratch's movements, her work weary body surrendering to her barer needs.

If either of them had been listening, the wet sounds of nether lips gliding over each other and smacking together would have met their ears. The blue maned DJ was panting hard, the action taking its toll on her, while the country mare was only taking in short, shallow breaths. It was apparent neither could hold on much longer.

Both of them reached their peak at once as they cried out together. Juices dripped from the point that they met below, the stain on the couch spreading wider and wider. The warmth and euphoria that had taken them washed over them, and Scratch collapsed on top of her orange marefriend, embracing her. They nuzzled each other as their eyes grew weary, and soon were sleeping off the sweet apple liquor. Smiles adorned both of their faces as the red evening sun blanketed them.