Ever since Soarin had fallen for Applejack, he'd been completely open and honest with her, just as she was with him. He'd told her many of his deepest secrets and most embarrassing and incriminating stories because he knew he could trust her completely, and he wanted their relationship to flourish based on that trust. Their marriage had a strong foundation because of their openness, and he wouldn't give it up for all the apple pies in the world.
There was one secret, however, that he'd never confessed to the love of his life. One secret lingered in the back of his mind, nearly forgotten until tonight. Now, it was out there in the open, revealed by a careless blurt from the pegasus, and as he lay back on the bed and looked up at Applejack standing over him, he found himself truly terrified by his wife for the first time.
“Soarin? Y'all are...ticklish?”
Her hoof had not left the spot on his side that had elicited such an unexpected response from the Wonderbolt. As if conducting an experiment, Applejack dug her hoof into him, and his body betrayed him yet again. The surprised squeal was far from tough or macho. The way he convulsed under her pressure was not conduct befitting a tough, toned stunt flier. And the high-pitched giggle that escaped his lips sounded more like a giddy schoolfilly than a proud stallion. His lips quavered somewhere between a smile and a look of utter horror. Her eyes narrowed, and her mouth turned up in a grin that made his blood run cold.
It had started as a fairly standard night. Two tired ponies, exhausted from a day's work, found strength in each other. Discussions of current events over dinner (and an apple pie for dessert, of course) had soon turned into naughty suggestions and a mutual desire to close the day with one final round of exercise. The meal concluded and the dishes put away, husband and wife had wandered up the stairs, giving each other playful nudges and winks as they psyched themselves up for a romp in the bedroom. After her hat and his flight suit had been hastily discarded, they had collapsed atop the bed and become entangled in one another's hooves, each partner's appendages eagerly wandering over every familiar inch of the pony they held most dear.
Soarin didn't know how AJ hadn't found this spot earlier. Tonight, however, she'd hit it at just the right angle and with just the right amount of pressure to make him arch his back and squeak. He actually squeaked. It was just the first step on a road to certain doom. Now he was underneath an earth pony who looked less like his loving wife and more like the proprietor of a dungeon where Soarin was about to undergo some manner of hideous torture for her amusement, and no amount of begging or pleading was going to stop her.
His heart beat twice more before she began her assault.
The laughter wouldn't stop; it couldn't stop. Her hoof pushed into him and wiggled just right, sending him into absolute conniptions. His body curled into the fetal position in an attempt to shield himself from the brutal onslaught of tickles, but all that accomplished was trapping AJ's hoof exactly where it needed to be to grind against that damned spot over and over again. He couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain ripping through his body with each firm press of her hoof into his side; all he knew was that his lungs felt as though they were about to burst. “AJ!” he managed to get out between guffaws. “Can't – can't breathe!”
At last, she gave him a reprieve, yanking her hoof out of the curled-up pile of Wonderbolt. Soarin gasped in a few breaths, glad to be functioning normally again. He looked up at his wife, who gave him her snarky grin. She was adorable, there was no denying, but at the moment, he didn't exactly have entirely good feelings toward her. His side still ached a little bit from where she'd dug her strong hoof into him. He kept his gaze on her as his breathing slowed to its usual pace, and slowly, the animosity began to fade. Applejack broke the silence. “Y'all doin' okay, sugarcube?”
“Yeah,” Soarin exhaled. “Yeah, I'm good.”
“Sorry 'bout all that, Soarin, but once Ah found out y'all were ticklish...well, Ah guess Ah couldn't stop mahself.”
“It's fine, AJ,” he said. One front hoof found its way up and around the back of her neck. “I probably would've done the same thing in your horseshoes.”
“Can't blame ya, sugarcube,” she said. He applied gentle pressure with his hoof, and she allowed her head to start lowering towards his. Before their lips met, she whispered, “'Sides, ya know how cute ya are when Ah get ya all riled up.”
“I think I'd like to be riled in a different way,” Soarin replied. Applejack never got a chance to respond before Soarin's lips pushed up into hers, and the couple shared a kiss that started slow and tender, but soon turned into a full-on wrestling match of hungry mouths and tongues. Soarin found himself breathless once again, and he pulled his head away from AJ's to pant and gulp down large lungfuls of air. Above him, Applejack's eyes glowed with the sort of fuzziness that only came from making out with the pony she loved; he thought it was a good look for her. His head darted back up, but this time, instead of her lips, he grazed along her nose and to her left cheek. She sighed happily as he left a little trail of wet smooches along the freckles on that side of her face.
Soarin grinned wickedly. Yes, he loved to kiss Applejack absolutely everywhere, but this time, he had a specific destination in mind. She'd discovered his weak point this night, and now it was time to exploit hers. He pulled her head a little lower, and she nibbled lightly at his shoulder as his mouth continued its trek. Before long, he reached her left ear and kissed at its base; she shivered a little under the gentle brush of his lips. He didn't know if she was expecting his next move, so he made it quick. Like a snake darting out to strike at its prey, he tilted his head up and clamped his teeth down around the tip of Applejack's ear.
She hadn't been expecting it. A shudder seized her entire body, and she let out a squeak startlingly similar to the one that he'd made only a few minutes prior. He bit down a little harder, and her legs turned to jelly. Her knees buckled, and with a thump, the farm pony collapsed atop the Wonderbolt. “Oof!” he blurted, realizing the truth of the statement that love could leave you breathless.
The orange mare on top of Soarin breathed very slowly and heavily, and he stroked her back as she came down from the initial shock. When she did, her eyes were fierce but her smile was genuine. “That ain't fair, sugarcube.”
“Just consider it a little payback, AJ,” Soarin said with a smirk. “Now, where were we?”
“Ah think right about here,” the farm pony said before lunging her muzzle forward into his again. As their heads carried on their usual dance, the lower halves of both mare and stallion started to stir, eager to play their parts in completing the night of passion. Soarin was free of his sheath; he could feel heat and moisture on his shaft from where AJ's body came into contact with his. This whole exercise had obviously gotten AJ's motor running, and he was more than ready himself. As the kiss went on, Applejack rose to her hooves again, allowing Soarin's member to rise higher. She bit his lower lip gently before pulling her head back and looking down between her hind legs. “Y'all ready?”
“I was born ready,” Soarin said back, tensing himself for the ride.
A brief chuckle and a sharp hiss from AJ were all the warning he received before he was completely buried inside the mare he loved. His head flopped back onto the pillows, a cry of satisfaction bursting out of him to join AJ's own expression of joy. She didn't waste any time in putting her strong hind legs to work, and soon, his entire length was slamming into her hot, wet depths at a dizzying pace. The bed squeaked with each downward thrust of her hips, accompanied by gasps and moans from the pegasus and the earth pony making love atop it.
They didn't last long at that speed, but neither of them seemed to mind. AJ came first as she often did, sitting down hard onto Soarin and taking his entirety into herself one last time before she tossed her head from side to side and let loose a scream of utter delight, clenching down hard around Soarin's cock as her juices poured out of her. The added tightness and the sudden flood from within Applejack proved to be too much for Soarin, and he gripped his wife's flanks as he unloaded a torrent of seed into her, gasping and grunting with each burst of cum from his throbbing stallionhood.
Soarin wrapped his hooves around AJ as she lowered herself onto him, much gentler this time. He softly stroked her back, and she nuzzled against his shoulder. There was no need for words as they rode out their highs, and the pegasus was content to feel Applejack's heart beating hard and strong inside her chest as they lay intertwined. At last, in a tired, breathy voice, AJ said, “Have a good time there, sugarcube?”
Soarin gently kissed the top of her head. “Always do with you, AJ,” he responded. A smirk grew on his face. “Even if you did torture me.”
She raised her head to meet his gaze. Her smile was playful, and her eyes sparkled with mischief. Soarin was suddenly very afraid again. “Well shucks, Ah can't help it if Ah like ta see ya get a lil' excited every now 'n' then.” He felt her hoof start to drift back to that troublesome spot. “Know what Ah mean?”
Two could play at that game. He leaned his head towards her left ear and blew softly against it; the ear twitched, and her hoof stopped a few inches from its destination. She looked up at him with wide eyes. “I know what you mean, AJ.”
That same old sly look that he loved so very much spread across the earth pony's features. “Y'know, Soarin, now we know how to really push each other's buttons.” She lifted her hind leg and looked down. Soarin had softened and slipped out of her, and both stallionhood and marehood glistened with fresh love juices. “An' Ah don't know 'bout you, but Ah think Ah'm good t' go fer another round.” She planted a soft kiss on his neck, just below his jaw. “So if yer up for it, whaddya say we make this round a real good one?”
Soarin didn't even have time to ask what she meant before her hoof flew to his ticklish spot and pressed into him again. He convulsed, feeling that odd sensational surge of both pain and pleasure. He met AJ's eyes again. A smile slowly spread across his lips. “Oh, I'm definitely up for it, AJ.” He bent his head down and nipped the tip of her left ear. She writhed atop him, and his grin widened. “And I'm definitely ready to push some buttons.”
