Fly me high

by ForestRiver

Rating: mature
Tags: Romance, Sex, Slice of Life, Applejack, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin
Length: 2612

Finally getting some alone time, Soarin' and Applejack try something new.

Finding them selves alone for the night Applejack suggests that they try something new.

Been lurking for a while and decided to finally write a clopfic. First one, so I would appreciate any helpful suggestions.

Published 2013-01-01 01:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-01-01 01:30:01 UTC

Ah trust you.

Soarin’ flew over the rolling hills of Sweet Apple Acres, scanning row after row of trees for his wife. He smiled when he spotted the sight of her orange fur, a great contrast with the greenery around it, and came in for a landing. He waited a moment before greeting her and stopped to admire as she reared up and bucked an apple tree, causing a downpour of the fruit to fall into the surrounding baskets.

She noticed him standing there and broke the silence. “Howdy.”

“Hey,” he replied, coming closer and giving her a kiss. “How are you?”

“Good. Almost done with applebuck season. Ah might even finish early this year.”

Soarin’ chuckled. Ever since Granny Smith had passed away, most of the work of the farm had fallen to his wife to take care of. Big Macintosh and Apple Bloom stopped by to help when they could, but between their own families and careers, Applejack was still left with a lot to do. His salary as a Wonderbolt made sure that they would never want for anything and could hire help when they needed it, but his wife, in her stubbornness, still bore the brunt of the workload.

“Have you eaten yet?” he asked her.

“Nah. Ah was waiting for you to get home. C’mon, we can eat once we finish this row.”

The Wonderbolt unzipped and removed the hood of his uniform, giving his wife a mischievous smirk. Walking over to the nearest tree, he gave her a challenging wink that seemed to say, “wanna race?” She returned it with a subtle roll of her green eyes that said, “Wanna get beaten again?” He shifted his weight from hoof to hoof, taking a more ready stance as if to say, “Bring it!”

They both stood in front of their respective trees as if they were facing off in a duel at high noon. Suddenly, as if they were reading each others’ minds, they both shot their back hooves out, thunking against the trees and raining apples into the surrounding baskets. Before the fruit even hit the ground, they were off and bucking the next pair of trees.

Husband and wife were neck and neck as they kicked every tree in the row, bushel after bushel of the fruit falling as they raced. They soon reached the end of the row, both bucking the last two trees at the same time. The couple stood in silence, panting and staring at each other.

“Guess…it’s a tie, huh?” panted the blue pegasus.

“Eyup.”

There was another long silence until Applejack spoke up, getting another competitive twinkle in her eye.

“Fastest one to collect the baskets wins?”

Her husband’s cocky smirk returned. “Readysetgo!”

They finished their work quickly and made their way to the house for dinner.

“You go have a rest, I’ll cook dinner,” Soarin offered. “What do you want?”

“How about we just do sandwiches tonight?”

“You’re in luck,” he said, giving her his biggest grin. “That’s the only thing that I can cook.”

“Ah know,” she replied, giving him a playful nudge to the shoulder.

Dinner was started and Applejack went to lie down on the couch. Soon the food was ready and Applejack had her sandwich brought to her on a tray, along with a big glass of milk.

“You know we don’t allow food in the living room,” his wife scolded him.

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” he replied.

The couple sat down and began eating their sandwiches. When they were done, Applejack leaned against her husband and the two of them sat on the couch, just enjoying each others’ company.

“Where are the boys?” asked the Wonderbolt, referring to their twin sons, Apple Crisp and Cirrus.

“They’re spending the night at Twilight’s with Orion,” his wife replied.

“Really?” said Soarin, his mind putting together a new route for the evening to take.

“Yep,” said Applejack, downing the last of her milk and placing the glass on the tray.

“So, that means the house is completely empty.”

“Yep.”

“And we’re completely alone.”

“Yeah, Ah guess- oh.” Suddenly his wife caught his drift. “You’re right. We’re completely alone,” she said, her voice taking on a more seductive tone.

Soarin’ smiled and leaned in to kiss his wife. It started slow at first, but the flickering embers of passion soon ignited and the kiss became deeper. He moved his tongue forward to meet hers and the two pink organs moved together, swirling and dancing around each other. They broke the kiss, panting.

“Bedroom?”

“Bedroom.”

Needing no further encouragement, Soarin scooped his wife up bridal style in his forehooves. She gave a surprised squeak and her hat fell off as he began flapping his wings, taking them both up the stairs and through the door to their shared bedroom.

“Easy there, loverboy,” the orange mare playfully chided, wrapping her forelegs around his neck.

Carefully, he placed her on the bed and stood over her, leaning his head down and mashing their lips together right as his hooves touched the mattress. Their tongues swirled around each others’ mouths. Soarin’ inhaled through his nose, taking in his wife’s scent. He broke the kiss and began kissing and nipping at her neck, becoming more and more aroused as he breathed in lungfulls of her scent.

He always loved the way she smelled. If she had been baking all day, she smelled sweet like caramel and cinnamon. If she had been out in the fields, she smelled like sweat and wet grass. No matter what she smelled like, he couldn’t get enough of it.

Suddenly Applejack surprised the Wonderbolt by flipping him over on his back.

“Hold on there, loverboy,” she said as she began pulling at the fabric of his suit. “We’d better get you out of this before we do anything else.”

He reached up to start unzipping the tight outfit, but she swatted his hoof away. “Uh uh, that thing’s too much fun to take off for me to let you do it.”

She began kissing at his neck, going closer to the zipper each time and he tilted his head back to give her better access. Finally, her teeth reached the zipper and she began pulling it down his body, releasing him from his spandex prison. She was extra careful when she went past his stomach, careful to avoid injury to his rapidly growing stallionhood. Once the suit was unzipped, she beckoned him to sit up and he obeyed.

She went back up to his neck and began gently nibbling, teasing him. He panted and moaned, urging her to get on with it. With a playful giggle, she gripped the fabric of his suit in her teeth and began tugging, pulling it off his shoulder. Soon the suit was completely off and tossed aside to the bedroom floor, leaving Soarin naked and on full display for his wife.

Their kissing resumed in earnest and Applejack moved her hips down to meet his crotch. They both gasped and moaned as she began rubbing her lower lips against his stallionhood, her arousal making itself evident as her juices slickened his member.

Usually when they were intimate, they liked to do a little more foreplay, but Soarin’ had learned long ago to read when his wife was in need of release and she was broadcasting a signal to strong he might have needed ear plugs.

Soarin reciprocated her earlier surprise move, flipping them both back over while still keeping their mouths connected. He continued grinding against her, preparing to move on to the main event.

“Mmm, Soarin, wait,” Applejack whispered, breaking the kiss.

“What is it? Is something wrong?”

“No, sugarcube, nothing’s wrong,” she assured him, placing a hoof on his cheek. “Ah just thought that maybe we could try something new.”

“Oh?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Ah got the idea a while back and Ah’ve been meaning to ask you about it for a while now. We don’t gotta do it if you don’t want, but Ah’d really like to try it.”

“What is it?” the blue stallion asked, wanting nothing more than to make his wife happy.

“Could…could we do it in the air?”

“What?”

Her cheeks and ears burned bright red. “Can you fly and hold me up while we…you know?”

Soarin thought for a moment. He wanted nothing more than to make his wife happy. During their time alone in the bedroom, he always made sure that she was completely satisfied. But, the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt her and he didn’t know if he could hold her up that long.

“I don’t know, AJ. I’m not sure we’d be able to stay up for very long. What if I drop you?”

She grabbed his head in her hooves and kissed him. “You won’t. We can do it right over the bed to make sure, but Ah know you won’t. When you carried me up the stairs, Ah knew you wouldn’t drop me. Ah know you can do this and Ah have complete trust in you.”

Soarin smiled down at his wife. Hearing her say that she trusted him completely restored all his confidence. He felt like he could take on the world as long as she was by his side. He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her passionately.

“Alright,” he said, “tell you what. How about if I get us started for a little while and then we switch to in the air?”

His wife nodded and wrapped her hooves around his neck. He grinded against her a few more times then shifted himself into position, the head of his member pressing at her entrance. He paused, waiting for her to give him the go ahead. She squeezed him tighter, gasping as she pulled him closer, bringing his head past her lower lips. Taking control, Soarin’ slowly pushed himself deeper, his wife’s lips squeezing and clenching around him.

Soon he was completely to the hilt inside his wife. They sat there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being close to each other. They had talked about it once and they both agreed that they loved the feeling of that initial penetration. There was just something about it that was special to them. They felt closer and more intimate with each other during that first moment he was inside her than at any other moment in their relationship.

Applejack lifted her head and rubbed her cheek against his, then kissed him, pressing her tongue into his mouth again, urging him to continue. Soarin’ shifted his hips back, pulling out of her until just the head was left inside. Then he pushed in again and the process repeated, falling into a steady rhythm that they both knew well.

Soarin bent his head down and started nibbling at her neck. He smiled to himself as he heard her moan and felt her holding on to him. It felt good knowing that he was having this effect on her, that he could make her feel so good. His mouth moved around her neck and jaw, kissing and nibbling at every sensitive spot that he had found since their first time.

“Soarin’,” his wife moaned, “Ah think-ah!- Ah think Ah’m ready.”

The blue pegasus stopped his thrusting keeping, himself fully inside her. “Okay,” he panted. “Hold on to me.”

The orange mare obeyed, wrapping her forelegs tighter around his neck and her rear legs around his waist. She gave him a quick kiss to reassure him and locked her eyes with his. Soarin’ wrapped his hooves around her lower back and held her tight. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he started flapping his wings.

Slowly, husband and wife rose into the air above the bed. Soarin’ held his wife close to him, smiling as he realized that their current position brought them closer together then they had been. She was smaller than he was, so she wasn’t very hard to lift and his athletic lifestyle had built up the endurance he would need to keep them up. He began to thrust his hips, driving himself into his wife and eventually fining a rhythm that worked in tandem with the flapping of his wings.

All his life the Wonderbolt had loved flying. He loved the exhilaration, the wind whistling through his ears, the adrenaline. Sharing a little bit if that with his wife provided an extra thrill for him that he hadn’t felt before.

Applejack, too, found herself enjoying the new sensations that this position made her feel. She could feel her husband’s heart pounding in his chest and feel the muscles in his back flexing as he moved his wings. There was also a small element of danger. She knew that Soarin’ would never drop her, and even if he did, she’d fall on the bed, no harm done. But just the feeling of being in the air gave her an adrenaline rush that enhanced the pleasurable feelings soaring through her.

“Hey,” Soarin’ grunted, not faltering in his thrusting. “Gonna…move my hooves…hold on.”

Applejack obeyed, holding tighter to the blue stallion. Quickly, he let go of his hold on her back and moved his hooves to her hips. Her moans and gasps intensified as he gripped her cutie marks, squeezing and massaging them and using the leverage to rut her harder.

Soarin’ shoved his lips onto his wife’s, his tongue dancing with hers again as his thrusting became more desperate. But, they couldn’t keep the kiss going for long due to the greater amount of air that he needed to keep them up.

All too soon, the couple felt themselves coming closer to the edge. Applejack came first, biting her husband’s shoulder as she rode out her orgasm. That drove Soarin’ over the edge and with a loud whinny, he released, his hot seed rapidly filling his wife.

As they both came down from their orgasms, the Wonderbolt slowly brought them back down to the bed. Carefully, he placed Applejack on the sheets, then plopped down from exhaustion next to her. They lied together in silence, basking in the afterglow and gasping for air.

“Wow,” Soarin’ panted. “That…was amazing.”

“Ah know.” She snuggled close to him, listening to the sound of his heart pounding and his chest, slowing down until it was back to normal. “Thank you so much for that, Soarin’. It was wonderful.”

He wrapped a hoof around her and turned so they were face to face. “Anything for my girl.”

She smiled and kissed him softly, not using her tongue, but still putting passion into it. She rolled over so she was facing away from him, then wiggled backwards until they were in a spoons position. “Ah love you, sugarcube.”

He sat up for a moment to pull the covers over them, then slipped one hoof under her and put the other one over her, wrapping them around her stomach until they met in the middle. He softly kissed the nape of her neck and whispered, “Love you too, my perfect apple.”

It wasn’t quite late enough to go to sleep yet, so they just stayed like that, enjoying each others company.

“Applejack?”

“Hmm?”

“Didn’t you tell me Twilight knows a cloud walking spell?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And a spell to give a pony wings?”

“Yup.”

The blue stallion nibbled his wife’s ear and whispered. “I think I’ve got an idea for next time.”

Author's Note

Somewhat inspired by prompt 31 from the sexty minute ponies blog.
Please comment. I am shaking in my figurative boots as I post this and I really need to know what you think.