Saucy Adventures (2nd person POV)

The Equestrian summer Sun was at its highest point in the sky, baking alive those individuals that happened to be outside during these blistering hours.

You were undergoing your daily duties as a form of apple-kicking 'deckhand'. Well, to put it bluntly, most of your day was spend wheeling around carts filled to the brim with a mountain of freshly bucked apples.

Your coat was soaked to the point where a passer-by would have mistaken you for a swamp beast. Cloudy droplets of labour-sweat trickled down your forehead and invaded each eye, causing you to groan and brush across your face with a hoof.

The Apple family's barn house where the apple shipping barrels were came into vision, just over the next hill. Thank Celestia the end of the journey was close or you would have passed out and fallen muzzle-first into the dusty path.

As you were about to begin another struggled climb over the next apple tree hill, a familiar voice rings through the thick, soupy air.

"Wooo-ee! It sure is a hot one today!"

"Her? Again?" You think to yourself.

That voice was unmistakeable. Her signature southern accent could be distinguished from miles away. Applejack.

She is the one sibling out of an extraordinarily large family - all with apple related names and cutie marks. This one, Applejack, has her particular eye on you ever since you applied for the job. Even in the interview she was shyer than her normal self. You chalk it up to respect more than anything. After all, she was never a pony that was interested in colts. "A simple mare with simple pleasures", she always used to proudly affirm.

"Ya need any help with that cart?" She says in as soft tone as possible. Her eyes quiver slightly as they glaze over your sweaty form.

"Um, no. No, I'm good thanks. I need to get these apples to the barn and then... and then pick up something from Sugarcube cor-"

Applejack takes a step towards you.
"Um. Yeah, and then I have to go home and see what - "

"Are ya sure ya can't spend a while at my place? I think Granny Smith has some cold cider brewing."

There was something about the way she put that sentence, but you brush it off.

"I, uh... well what about this huge shipment of apples I'm supposed to carry back to the barn?" You protest.

"Well, it's on the way, ain't it? C'mon sugar, I never heard of anypony who would turn down a an ice-cold glass of apple cider!"

Before you could say a word more, Applejack had already slid up next to you, and fastened a rope around herself to the cart.

"Might as well give you a hand. Its the least I can do." she broadly smiles as both of you begin marching side by side back to the house.

"Applejack, really, this isn't necessary. Besides, I heard Big Mac wanted some help with bucking down by South Water River." You pluck excuses out of the air nervously.

Applejack shoots you a glare. "Nonsense, partner! I'll be back in no time, let's just worry 'bout us gettin' some rehydration first. I'm sure Big Mac can handle it himself." she straightens up her hat and presents you with a toothy smile.

As you both heave the enormous cart up the hill, you notice that Applejack stares at you occasionally, but you keep your eyes facing forward, or down to the ground. The grunts and panting from both of you send your mind drifting, and you desperately hold back a violent blush by looking the other direction.

Applejack was the first to break into conversation.

"So... Are you, y'now... Like involved with anypony?"

You quickly look to her and meet her eyes, taken back by her change in character. Applejack was never one to be shy or hesitant - if she had something to say, she said it. This question in particular must have humbled her quite a bit.

"Well, no. That is... I'm not... dating anypony, if that's what you were asking. Well I did... But that was ages ago, and... Yeah, no, no I'm not involved at the moment." you feel yourself going bright red at how badly that came out.

Applejack just looks forward again and grins, satisfied with whatever you said.

Just at that moment, a trainee on the farm was bucking an apple tree right off the side of the path. He was about to fill his last bucket, when he bucked it with a tad too much force, causing it to snap at the base.

Your eyes casually glance up.

"OH SHIT!" you yell, startling the mare next to you.

The tree was on course to land right where the orange mare was standing.
Without thinking twice, your back legs shoot out and backwards in a buck, connecting with the cart directly behind you.

"Wha-!? OOF!" You here to the side of you. The cart pivoted around you and knocked your partner off her hooves and out of line of the falling tree.

A wave a relief washes over you as you see that Applejack is safe, but a sudden realisation seizes you. The tree was right in line to hit the huge shipment of apples!

In a flurry you grab the end of the rope that was connected to Applejack and untie the tight knot as fast as you could. The tree was almost about to collide with the apple cart, which would have launched you and her into the air.

Thankfully, you can pull on the knot with your teeth with enough strength that it slips and the rope falls off the end of the cart, leaving you staring up at the large, unforgiving, oncoming tree.

Fate has given you just enough time that you can start to undo yourself.
Unfortunately, dexterity fails you, and the last thing you remember is being hurled into the air with Applejack shouting something behind you.

* * *

A sizzling noise jolts you awake, and you open your eyes slowly. The first thing that strikes you is how comfortable you were. So much so, that you had trouble keeping yourself from drifting back off to sleep again.

“Where am I...?” You think out loud to yourself.

As you pan across the room with your eyes, it becomes clear that you have definitely not been here before. Even more apparently, this room had clearly been made up for you.

The bed you were lying on was exceptional, and the flickering light of a fireplace in the corner of the room gave a lovely atmosphere to the room.

“Hello?” You call out, as you prop yourself up against the headboard.

There is a short pause before you here that same familiar voice echo through the room from outside.

“Oh! You’re awake?”

You here soft hoofsteps draw closer to the entrance of the room in the far corner. Standing in the doorway at the end of the room was an absolutely stunning tangerine mare.

Her hair was in a slightly different style, allowing it to flow down her shoulders in a beautiful fashion. Much to your surprise her trademark hat was absent.

She wore the most passionate look as she trotted over to your bedside, with you watching in awe.

"How d'ya feel?" she asks, her delicate voice kissing your ears.

"I, uh, my head kind of hurts. What happened?"

She smirks slightly and her eyes refuse to break contact with yours.

"Well, I reckon ya shoved me and cut me loose from that cart before I got flattened."

You both laugh quietly and you nervously look down.

"Well, y'all should try to rest for now. Same goes for me, too."

You smile at her and slide down under the duvet, grinning like a foal while you shut your eyes. That is, until the mare whispers something to you.

"Scootch over will ya?"

You pause.

"Wha... What?"

"What, ya think I'm gonna sleep on the floor or somethin'? C'mon you big wuss."
She chuckles heartily.

You scoot over uneasily, allowing plenty of room for you and the orange earth pony. You pretend not to notice that she completely ignores the space you've given her and she slides up right against you.

"How's yer head?" she says, barely above a whisper.

You put a hoof to it and wince slightly as a sharp pain shoots through around your head.

"Here. Lemme see."

Applejack sits up and leans over you, drawing her face in towards yours to closer inspect your forehead. You try your hardest to block out how her warm breath rolls over your lips when she breathes out, or how her apple and cinnamon scented hair falls freely on your neck. Naturally, you're failing quite miserably.

You slowly open your tightly shut eyes and find Applejack, no longer assessing your head injuries, but rather just staring straight into your half shut eyes, lightly blushing.

"Hey, Applejack?"

"Yes, sugarcube?"

"I have to ask you." you swallow your nervousness and summon up all your courage. "How come you always act different around me than the other workers? I mean, what I'm asking is, do you - mmMm"

Before you could finish your sentence, Applejack had already drawn her mouth up to yours and extended her smooth and wet tongue between your lips, and into your mouth. Her lips lock with yours and she squeezes as much taste out of you as she can. Her hoof rubs the back of your head and runs through your mane, while your hoof runs down the length of her back.

She was now full-on on top of you, her forelegs pressed down against yours, undulating her hips against your private region.

She breaks the kiss and turns her attention to your right ear. A small kiss graces your cheek on the journey there.

"Did that answer yer question?" her wonderful accent soothing you.

This time it was your turn to speak. You place a hoof to her neck as gently as you can and bring your lips to hers, tasting her sweet tongue once more. She blushes intensely, and so do you, as your tongues are shared happily in each others' mouths.

Your tongue moves around to her neck and you suck at her, moving all around to leave no patch without attention. She gasps at every move, and you delight in the fact that you can give your boss such a feeling of ecstasy.

Both of your hands travel other places inadvertently while you share such a moment. Both of you are panting heavily and starting to break a sweat. Applejack whispers your name in the most sensual way possible.

"D'you... wanna..."

You grin. "Only if you do."

"Oh I do."

With that you roll over onto Applejack and hold yourself up with your forelegs. Your crotch is right on hers, and she bites her lip, without breaking eye contact.

That was the only prompt you needed, and you plant your lips on hers, reaching around her back and pulling the full length of her body up against yours. A few moans escape her mouth as you have your way, and you do your best to make it as enjoyable for her as possible.

Her hooves run down your sides, and she feels up your already sweating body as she revels in pleasure underneath you.

"Are you ready?"

"I'm yours."

* * *

"Applejack...*uhng*...I can't hold it.. *huh*"

"Don't! I'm almost.. I'm.. *ah~*"

You feel Applejack's thighs tense and her grip on you tightens. She closes her eyes and your foreheads touch.

Without hesitation both of you climax together. Your hard gasps of pleasure exchange between you and she quickly touches her soft lips to yours before sitting up to catch her breath. You feel the full weight of her luscious body against your midsection as she pants heavily for a short while.

"That was.. *huh*..."

"Yeah I... I know." You return, casting a stray hoof to her thigh.

"I reckon I'm tired more than ever." She sighs.

Applejack then lays back on you and brings you into a tight embrace, and you both just lay there - enjoying each others' company before the fatigue of pulling and bucking apple carts overwhelms you.

You fall into a deep, wonderful sleep in the arms of Applejack.

Authors Note: I don't really like this one as much as the others for a number of reasons. I felt that the story moved WAY too fast and the saucy bit was kind of lame, and the protagonist was shallow and cliche. I'm still kind of getting back into writing after not doing anything for ages. So any feedback is good feedback at this point. Stay grooovy.