Chapters Apples were the family trade. Apples were the cash crop that kept the town going. Apples were the tribute paid to the Buffalo every year so that they could run through the orchard and not destroy Appleoosa. Apples everywhere a pony could look. Sometimes though a pony wanted something more than an apple. Sometimes a pony wanted to try his luck at a banana or perhaps a peach. Harvest had come and gone, the pies were baked and the apples stored away for the winter. There wasn’t anything left to do but sit and drink cider for the next three months.
Setting his affairs in order Braeburn decided to leave Appleloosa for a time. A vacation of sorts to get away from the orchard and the apples and head towards something different. The first stop was the farm filled with apples. He could have gone to Manehattan and the Oranges but they left a bad taste in his mouth. Even though they were family he couldn’t stomach being around them for very long. Throwing on his hat and saddlebags he boarded the train for an unannounced visit.
The journey took a day and a night leaving him time to contemplate. More than anything he really needed time away from his friend Little Strongheart. Over the past year they’d become close spending nearly every moment they could with each other. As things progressed he started to feel something deep within his heart that he’d locked away years ago when the last pony he’d been in love with had rejected him. She had her legitimate reasons for not wanting to be with him. The fact that they were family was primary on that list. She’d been gracious in turning him down. She’d even been kind but they had already rolled in the hay a few times growing up. Where Braeburn wanted to take it to the next level she backed off and went her own way.
Little Strongheart had unsealed that well of emotion for him and he tried as best as he could to express it. Unfamiliar territory with a Buffalo caused him to blunder a few times. In the end he was about to just straight up tell her how he felt. Even though they were two different species he thought he could make it work. He opened his mouth one morning to tell her three little words and instead found her nuzzling up to another Buffalo. Not being the jealous type he waited and let her explain later on when they were alone together. She’d started dating him a week before when he asked her to go for a run through the cactus under a full moon.
His heart sank that day and the next he loaded up his gear and left Appleloosa. First port of call was Ponyville and from there he’d tour Equestria until he felt that his heart had stopped bleeding enough to go back home. As he departed the train he breathed deeply in the autumn air and shivered slightly at the crisp cold bite. Appleloosa was mostly in the desert and wouldn’t get this type of weather for another month or two. Ponyville looked and felt alive. The fall colors everywhere and the running of the leaves still a couple days away. He trotted down the platform and into the town ready to head off to Sweet Apple Acres.
The journey was short and his hooves brought him to the front gate. All of the trees were harvested except one. A small pony was testing her bucking abilities against the tree. It shook slightly with each kick but the apples failed to fall. He unlatched the gate and headed through closing it behind him. Sneaking up behind the filly he waited until she sat down on her haunches.
She smiled and pushed the hat back a second time. Once more it fell over her eyes and she set it back on Braeburn’s head. With him serving as a hoof stool and her bucking her back legs they were able to get most of the lower apples off the tree. A couple times Applebloom bucked herself right off his back and he dusted her off then put her in position again. After they couldn’t reach any more of the apples she jumped down and together they picked them up and put them in a basket. The work had taken an hour of laughing and talking. An hour in which he’d forgotten why he had come here in the first place. The sun had started to set behind the mountains and the sky grew to a bright orange.
Granny Smith was out visiting relatives in Trottingham with Big Mac and it was up to Braeburn to make supper. He fixed a special of Appleloosa, apple fritter cakes fried up in a pan. They both ate greedily and cleaned up. While they were washing the dishes Applebloom’s sister came home. She was covered in dust and a bit tousled but to Braeburn she was still one of the prettiest ponies this side of Bad Wolf Bay. She took one look at him then broke into a gallop and gave him a mighty hug with her front legs. He offered a smile and grunted as she crushed him.
As they headed out of the kitchen he heard Applebloom say something about adult stuff. He did not want to include her in his problems. She was still just too young to really understand what he felt. Applejack on the other hand could understand his problems. They’d been close since they were babes and that had developed into something more for a short while. They weren’t that closely related but still being cousins wasn’t looked too kindly upon by some ponies. There had been complications with their relationship and a couple years later the call went out for settlers to head into the desert. He went with them and helped to found Appleloosa.
He merely shrugged his shoulders and they continued to head back in silence. She showed him to the room and he settled in for the night. Slipping off his vest and hat he hung them from pegs and settled onto the bed. There was nothing left to do but sleep and see what the morning brought yet his mind refused to shut down. The last time he’d stayed in this bed had been nearly five years ago. That was the last time he’d been to the farm and seen the family on their own turf. Every summer growing up his parents would let him stay at Sweet Apple Acres until it was time to go back to school. He’d run around in the dirt and mud with Applejack and Big Macintosh. They’d explore the forest and listen to Granny Smith’s stories.
Life had been great back then and when he started noticing that Applejack was a girl instead of just a cousin things had been awkward at first. They eventually settled into fooling around and full out sex. The relationship lasted only a few weeks until she broke away and he had not been back here since. She’d visited him in Appleloosa with her pack of friends and brought Bloomberg. The Orchard had plenty of trees but this one was special. They’d planted it together back on the day they first made love. She brought it as a way to ease things between them but he saw it instead as a way of closing that door forever. She brought him the tree and he planted it but refused to eat an apple that came from it. Bloomberg was proof that they’d once loved each other physically and emotionally.
He hadn’t heard the door open or close. His mind was so deep in thought that at first when somepony climbed onto the bed he hadn’t registered it. It wasn’t until Applejack full on kissed him that he suddenly shifted his attention away from thoughts of the past. He was on his back and she was kneeling over him with her lips against his. She pulled back from the kiss and licked the tip of his nose.
She placed her hoof over his mouth and he laid his head back on the pillow. Turning around she started to lick down his belly towards his member. It needed little coaxing before it fully came out. She played around the spotted shaft with her tongue before taking him completely inside her mouth. With a groan he flexed and she nipped him lightly. He winced and she drew him out of her mouth. Looking back over her shoulder she shook her mane.
“Ya gotta be quiet. Applebloom is sleeping two rooms over.” She folded her lips around him again and he stifled another groan as her mouth worked up and down his shaft. This was pure heaven and he wanted to flip her over and ram himself deep until he came. He wanted to use the reckless abandoned they had years ago. He wanted everything he could take from her. Restraining himself though he gave in to her dominance and let her suck him off. She could work her tongue like a carnival cook worked a funnel cake. Every which way constantly spiraling and bringing him closer and closer to feeling that familiar build up start to make its way through his body. He couldn’t help but groan and she pulled away much to his lament. Turning quickly she slammed down both of her front hooves on either side of his head and stared him right in the eye. He was wet and twitching up against her belly.
“I dun told ya to be quiet. Looks like I’m gonna have ta do this the hard way.” She forced her lips down hard on his to keep him quiet. Her tongue started pushing and spiraling against his. The two of them explored each other’s mouths while she lowered herself down on top of him. He was pressed up against her belly and she started rocking back and forth. He’d never quite felt anything like this before. He was harder than he ever had been and she was getting him off with her belly. The base was rubbing up against her other lips and when she would come down towards his balls she’d moan a bit as they touched her sex. He groaned again and she shut him up with an even harder kiss.
The sensation was too much and he felt himself near the brink. Quickly he tensed and came hard and fast. She wrapped her front legs behind his head and pulled him as close as possible while he expelled himself between them. His body shuttered and his head went numb. Long after he was spent he kept pulsing against her. After what could have been an hour or just a few minutes she broke the deep kiss and pushed herself up from the bed. His seed was dripping from both of their chests and she started licking it off his coat. Long luxurious strokes cleaned his chest and belly then she focused upon his semi hard member. Sucking it clean she finally kissed him once more and licked the tip of his nose. He could taste himself in that last kiss. It was tangy and sweet like cider that had sat too long in the barrel and started fermenting. He’d never before tasted anyone’s come let alone his own.
She bent down and whispered in his ear. “That’s the last time for us. Get some sleep Braeburn. In the morning we’ll go find ya a pony.” She licked the fold of his ear then hopped off the bed and headed out of the room. The door closed behind her and he laid there on his back looking up at the ceiling. It’d just happened… he’d just had sex with his cousin again. This time though it was something completely different than he’d ever experienced. It was… better.
There had been three great loves of Braeburn’s life. The first had been a puppy that he’d raised when he was just a young colt. The two of them had gone everywhere until the dog had eventually died from old age. The second had been Applejack and his reconnection with her last night had left him feeling happy in the morning. His chest was matted where his seed and her saliva had dried. A bath washed away the evidence of their sexual encounter. Breakfast was a decent and simple matter with Applebloom trying her hand at cooking. She had not burned anything and it was tasty. She wanted to make apple pancakes and they ended up as mushy and sticky dough balls. Both Applejack and Braeburn at them without complaint.
The third love of his life had been the desert. He was by no means a city pony and in the vast openness of the desert he found himself at peace. There were stretches where the nearest pony or creature lay miles away. There had been a cache out in the middle of the desert that held the most brilliant gems. He’d found it exploring one morning and kept their location a secret. The gems were perfectly cut and had such an intense fire when sunlight struck them that everything around them became dimmer. He’d brought one of the gems with him and it resided in his saddle bag. Last night he would have given it to Applejack. This morning however she acted as if nothing had happened and was friendly but distant. The two of them were about to go into town when Rainbow Dash showed up looking wet and ragged. There was a quick explanation about some errant raincloud terrorizing part of the town. Applejack tossed Braeburn a small package and asked if he’d deliver it to Rarity’s Boutique. The two of them ran towards lightning strikes in the distance after AJ grabbed her lasso. She had apologized before leaving him alone at Sweet Apple Acres. Applebloom had already run off with her friends and Braeburn headed towards the town.
There’d been a time he had worked on the Pony Express as a mail pony. Riding hard between towns before the train had come through and made his job obsolete. After that he turned into a settler pony. He’d be an express pony one last time and galloping as hard as he could he ran into the town drawing looks from nearly every pony he passed. The wind felt great against his face and drum of his hooves echoed the beats of his heart as he exerted himself to get to the Boutique as quickly as possible. He burst into the front doors of the Boutique and skidded to a halt in front of Rarity. She shrieked and everything she had been working on suddenly crashed to the floor. Her magic had disappeared and a dress mannequin fell on top of Braeburn’s back. It knocked off his saddle bags and pinned him to the floor.
He’d never before seen a pony’s eyes become quite that large. Rarity was staring with intense purpose at something just in front of Braeburn’s hooves. A thin ray of sunlight had come through a high window and illuminated the object. He looked down as saw the gem. It seemed to drink in the light and glow brightly. It was clear and shined like the beacon of a lighthouse in the middle of the night. He sat down the package and picked up the gem with his teeth. Out of the sunlight it was simply a clear cut chunk of rock. He slipped it back into his saddle bags and just before he closed the flap a hoof was set on top of his. He looked up seeing Rarity bat her eye lashes at him.
For a moment he thought she might kick him out and demand that he never come back. He’d never really acted this way before and he’d probably jumped over the line with her. He was curious as to what the two of them got up to. He was even more curious as to how it worked between two mares. Of course he’d heard stories of mares shacking up and living together but he just thought they were stories told by overeager colts around a camp fire. She took her time debating and finally she leaned in and kissed him. It was light as a feather and barely brushing against his lips.
She gulped and he took a bit of pleasure in her reaction. She steadied herself then full on kissed him. Her lips were pressed hard against his and her tongue licked his teeth. He closed his eyes imagining that it was Applejack kissing him. The two tasted completely different. Rarity was more like marshmallow and cream. She was intoxicatingly sweet and when she broke the kiss he found himself wanting more.
She pounced and pushed him onto his back. His hat fell off on the way down and bounced across the hard floor. He was about to retrieve it when he felt her tongue. His green eyes quickly moved towards her face as she licked around the base of him. He had expected more kissing and perhaps some cuddling. Instead she was going all out and his erection couldn’t be contained. The moment he slipped free she took him into her mouth and started rolling her tongue on his shaft. AJ had gone around but Rarity was going up and down. The muscles of her tongue undulated like a snake working his length. He gasped and drummed a hoof on the floor. She released him with a wet smack and licked her lips.
“You’ll understand that Applejack simply does not have one of these. Now be a dear and kindly return the favor.” She shifted so that her rear was towards his face and she straddled his chest. Her mouth went back to encompassing him and he pulsed hard inside of her throat. Rarity hummed and flicked her tail brushing it against his nose. She was presenting herself and he raised his head up. She was so pink around the pure white of her coat. Her opening glistened wetly and he brought his tongue around the edge as if licking the powdered sugar off a donut before entering the hole. She protested and groaned against his muzzle. Her body opened inviting him inside and he darted his tongue against her clitoris. She shivered and took him deep into her mouth.
Where her kiss had tasted like marshmallow, the inside of her body tasted of strawberries and cream. He couldn’t help but lap up every drop she was producing. It was entirely different from an apple. Sweet and tart in the same moment with her milk flowing over his tongue and down his throat. He would have gladly drunk from her for the rest of the day if possible. She bucked her hips against him and he was met with a welcome splash of her tangy cream. Her tail fell over his face and he closed his eyes enjoying the sensation of her hair against his. He explored deeper into her drinking more and more. After a minute she bucked again and her legs couldn’t support her. She fell against him but refused to stop working his shaft. She was fierce in her efforts now and determined to make him come. For every stroke she gave he mirrored her. The two were interlocked and breathing with one breath.
It was not long until he couldn’t contain himself any longer. The buildup rushed quickly through him like a damn bursting and he flooded her mouth with his semen. She gulped mouthful after mouthful while bucking again. He drank her new rush of cream as she came a third time. Even after they were spent and there was no more left to give neither would break the hold. Braeburn kept his tongue inside tasting her every moment as she kept her lips locked around him. Their breathing was slow and their hearts beat in the same rhythm. Rarity was so hot and comforting on top of him.
They wouldn’t have moved if not for a light knock on the door. Quickly she released him with a loud slurp and she stood on shaky legs. He rolled to his belly and pushed up trying to get himself to go back inside. It refused and the knock sounded again. He looked around and snatched up his saddlebags and hat then quickly dashed into the dressing room and pressed himself against the wall. There was a scuffle as Rarity cleared up the evidence of their session then finally after a third knock she opened the door.
He looked down seeing that the door had come open a bit and he was completely exposed. He quickly jumped away from the door and fell over in the dressing room. He scrambled to get back to his feet and hide his embarrassment but he did not dare look over the door again. Fluttershy hadn’t left yet and he’d just stay in the dressing room for the time being. A bit of cloth floated over the door and he wrapped it around his waist. Rarity had levitated it to him and he silently thanked her from his hidden postion.
The door opened and he trotted out with the sheet still around him. A promise was a promise and he opened the saddle bag and pulled out the gem with his teeth. He placed it in front of Rarity and shrugged his shoulders. She bent down and levitated it towards a sunbeam coming in from the window. The moment it struck the light it caused her to gasp and Braeburn twitched under the sheet. It had been one of the same sounds she made when she was around him. She slowly turned the gem in the sunlight with a large grin.
Noon had come and with it the promise of something delicious for lunch. He’d bid Rarity a farewell with a kiss and slipped away from her establishment. If he could he’d end up going back for a bit more fun. She was completely different than any other pony he’d known. Refined and cultured but not unwilling to go wild. She really was strong willed and he liked that in a mare. He still had the taste of her on his lips. It was definitely something he wanted again.
In just a short time life had gone from unbearable to pleasant. He had hardly thought of Little Strongheart lately. He really belonged around his own kind anyways. She had her herd to run with and he had his… carrots. Braeburn stopped in the middle of the town and turned around. He’d just seen a pony with a bunch of carrots as a cutie mark. He’d not seen that mark in five years and he ran hard after it. Turning around several buildings in his search he couldn’t find the owner anywhere. He was sure he had seen the mark.
He was about to give up hope after ten minutes of searching until he found her sitting outside of the local restaurant by herself. She was sitting in front of a table looking over a menu. He approached but halted half way there suddenly not knowing what he should say. It had never been a problem with her before but he had suddenly disappeared years ago and she might still be angry at him over it. They had been somewhat dating back then before he started going with Applejack. She still looked beautiful and the sun lit her orange mane. While he debated his next action she looked up from the menu and their eyes met. It took her a second to fully recognize him and when she did the menu dropped. There was nothing left to do but trot over to her. She pushed herself up and closed the distance as he approached. He opened his mouth to greet her and was met with a hug.
He shook his head and they sat down at the table. Her birth name was Golden Harvest but she disliked it and went by the nickname Braeburn had given her back when she was a filly. Carrot Top had been one of his good friends all through his adolescence and they’d even fooled around a bit during their older years. He had not remembered that she lived in Ponyville. His mind had been so focused upon Applejack that Carrot Top had slipped from it. Their lunch had come and gone entirely too quickly for him. The two hours that they had talked were over in a blink of an eye. He would have stayed longer but she had errands that needed doing. There was an apology he had to make to a certain Pegasus as well. She gave him another crushing hug before they parted ways with the promise that he would see her in the next day or two.
Turning away from the table he headed off towards Fluttershy’s cottage. Since she had seen him earlier fully erect and ran away he felt he should apologize for it. It wouldn’t do to have one of AJ’s friends think of him as a perverted pony. She was cute and that had been something he’d noticed when she first came to Appleloosa. He liked the stronger willed ponies but there was something to be said for a demure mare. Shaking such thoughts from his head he took the longer way to give himself time to think. What should he say in the apology? I’m sorry Fluttershy that ya saw me… I’m sorry that I scared ya… If ya hadn't knocked right after Rarity and I… Did she even know about that? Rarity did a good job hiding it but the place had smelled like sex. Would she even know what that scent was? Was she a virgin mare? What would sex with a Pegasus be like?
Stamping his hoof he put the thoughts out of his head again. Someone laughed and he looked up seeing the tree line. There was a splash and another burst of laughter from behind the trees. The cottage was still a good fifteen minutes away and whoever was behind the tree line sounded like they were having a good time. He looked towards the path then the trees and back before finally deciding to go into the woods. He’d just take a quick peek and see what was going on before heading back towards Fluttershy.
A hundred yards inside the tree line was the edge of a watering hole. There was nothing really fancy about it except it was secluded from the outside world. A small creek ran into it and the water looked clear as crystal. It was not the watering hole that held his attention though. Inside the water Applejack had her tongue licking the hind flanks of Rainbow Dash. He crouched low watching as the Pegasus tickled the edge of AJ’s nose with the tip of her wing. The tongue bath went on for a couple minutes before it turned into all out entry. Rainbow Dash dropped her front legs and lifted her rear then started breathing heavy when his cousin entered deeply with her tongue.
Not only had AJ been with Rarity but she was now giving service to Rainbow Dash. It was entirely too much for him and he found himself extended once more. Turning to slink back towards the path he tripped over a root and tumbled into a tree. Upside down with his second head nearly touching his nose he saw Applejack suddenly look up and narrow her eyes. Her friend immediately stood and spread her wings to their full length then when she saw Braeburn she started laughing.
The two mares exchanged a look then they slowly approached. Sure that his cousin had something devious planned for him, he stepped away cautiously. Before he could blink Rainbow Dash had zipped over to him and he jumped back. Her speed had taken him completely by surprise and that’s when Applejack struck. She pinned him down against the wet grass and he yelped. She stifled him with a kiss the way she had the night before. She suddenly pulled back and licked her lips then looked over her shoulder to RD.
The two of them were quietly discussing something and he focused upon the feeling of Rainbow Dash kissing him. He wouldn’t exactly call the feeling electric but there was something tingling when they touched. Like the energy before a thunderstorm. He’d not felt that with any other pony and idly wondered if it had to do with her cutie mark being a rainbow lightning bolt coming from a cloud.
They had only taken a moment to decide and move into action. Applejack lay on her back and Rainbow stood over her. The two of them began a deep luxurious kiss that made Braeburn thump against his belly. He swallowed and circled around the two mares. Both of their sexes were glowing pink and glistening wet. RD opened her eyes and watched him as the she and AJ made out. She was waiting for him to do… what? She wiggled her hips and flexed her wings again but still he did not quite understand. The Pegasus rolled her eyes and returned her attention back on his cousin.
At last he finally got the implied message and he headed towards their hind quarters. He could slip himself into one then the other but there would be a moment when only one was getting any pleasure from him. The solution was obvious and simple. He put his front legs over Rainbow Dash’s wings and slid himself between both of them. Their juices coated his long curved shaft and the pressure of their bodies encompassed him. As he pushed his full length up their bellies they broke the passionate kissing and gasped. The wings of Dash encircled him and she flung her head back urging him for more. He slid his member out then pressed in again and she arched her back even further. Applejack nipped her throat lightly and Braeburn took a mouthful of her mane and pulled hard using her as leverage while he thrust between them. RD bellowed and her body shook. She stopped breathing for a second as the sensation overtook her. Every time he bottomed she would flap her wings and when he drew back she would pant. His cousin was squirming as the bottom and when the nob of his shaft pressed into her she cried out in pure pleasure.
He gave in to the moment and bucked harder and harder building to wild abandon. Feeling that all too familiar buildup he released the prismatic mane and lowered his head as he continued to thrust as hard as he could without hurting either of the mares. His breathing became shallow and his muscles tightened. Suddenly Dash pushed up and threw him off of her. He fell onto his back and his wet staff pointed straight at the clouds. It pulsed and he whimpered as the stimulation had been broken. Rainbow Dash jumped over him and started licking his length. Her body was positioned over his and her pink lips were exposed to his muzzle. Applejack joined her saying that it was not fair if she got all of it. Both of them coaxed him to coming and he threw his head forward sliding his tongue into Rainbow Dash.
Streams of white spurted from him and he tossed his head back feeling as if his mouth were burning. Each pump of his seed coated the mares from mane to neck and they continued to milk him for all he was worth. His mouth ached with the fire running down his tongue and he couldn’t stop expelling himself. For over a minute solid he came until there was nothing left. Exhausted he lay there as they licked his seed off each other. With hoof, wing and tongue they both got off on top of him and even though he remained hard there was nothing left to coat them with. After they had several minutes to rest the three of them washed up and the fire on his tongue had disappeared. He sunk beneath the water still hard and feeling amazingly tired.
