Summer day on the farm

A/N: Aged CMC’s, Humanised.
All characters in this work of fiction are aged 18 or older.

“Applebloom, you gonna get up or not?” Applejacks voice carried over from the doorway as I struggled to snuggle further into my bed sheets. We had just finished with the apple harvest and I wanted to get a few more minutes of sleep when I could.

“Applebloom, move your caboose,” Granny Smith’s voice quickly followed Applejack’s and I knew that I was going to have to abandon my plans of not getting up today.

“Ain’t nothin’ ta do today. Why do I gotta get up?” I muttered, trying in vain to convince them to let me stay in. As it always was with these matters, my bed was at its most comfortable right at that second, caressing me with its soft touch and whispering sweet nothings about the dream I could be having right now.

“Because ya got Sweetie Belle coming over in about 15 minutes, and ah ain’t havin’ ya still in bed when she turns up,” Applejack replied.

That got a response from me. I had totally forgotten that Sweetie was meant to be coming over today. We were meant to be going to the swimming hole so we could work on our tans. Giving my pillow one last hug, I got my frizzy red haired head out of bed and staggered over towards the door to my bedroom, grabbing my hair bow as I went.

I passed Applejack out in the hallway, giving her a bleary eyed look as I marched down towards the shower. She in return gave me a smile that was far too chipper for the time of day. No doubt she had been up since the dawn and was already on her third cup of coffee for the day.

As I approached the bathroom, I could hear the sounds of Big Macintosh gargling water, and sure enough as I went to open the door, he emerged wiping the remains of some toothpaste from his lips. Big Mac was a very tall and powerfully built man, and like every morning he had neglected to put a shirt on over his broad muscled chest. Rock hard abs and pectorals that looked like they could crush stone greeted me as I pushed up against the side of the wall while he passed through, pausing a moment to give my already tousled hair a quick rub. I squirmed under his hand, but I liked it. It showed that he cared about me.

Finally I was able to reach the bathroom and locked the door behind me. While much of the house was fairly rustic in its design – wooden floors and walls, an old style oven and refrigerator; the bathroom was a noticeably modern fixture. White slate marbles lined the floor here, a very large bathtub that was also outfitted with a few spa jets, though only I ever seemed to use them, and most important, a shower that could fit two people in a pinch.

With the door locked behind me, I quickly disrobed and prepared to take my morning shower. As I went towards the shower, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror hanging over the sink. Having been born into a life of manual labour on a farm, my body was very toned; not to the same degree as Big Mac’s or Applejacks, but I had a respectable layer of muscle around my abs, certainly no flabby gut to be seen.

The main feature that I looked at however were my breasts. In the last couple of years, ever since I had turned 16, my body had been filling out significantly. For a long time I had been left behind my friends in that I still had a pair of tiny mosquito bite breasts, almost not worth putting on a bra in the morning for. Sweetie Belle had followed in her sister’s footsteps in that she had filled out very quickly, a fact that was not lost on the boys in our school classes. At 18, going on 19, she now filled a D-cup bra, and often had little issue in showing off a little bit of cleavage now and then. Scootaloo on the other hand had retained a very small body, and generally appeared to be quite flat chested. She said that was good, as she needed to retain a very slim physique for her job as an acrobat.

My own breasts fell a bit shorter than Sweetie’s, a solid C-cup size. Enough for me to grab a handful of each one when I wanted to. Each mound of flesh was firm to my touch and I knew that my nipples would poke out hard if I got them aroused enough.

Cupping my breasts between my hands, I leaned forwards and gave one of them a quick lick, the motion leaving a tingling feeling as my tongue dragged its way across my nipples for a moment. I closed my eyes and imagined that it was really some handsome boy doing that. He would lick and caress my body with his tongue, then he would tease me before going lower and part my legs before burying his tongue deep into my snatch. He would pleasure me until I came, squirting my juices all over his tongue and face. And then he would wait until I was ready again. Only then would he ask if he could penetrate me. I could imagine him laying me down on my bed, his thick meat pressing up against us both as he began to slide himself inside of me, taking me to reaches of pleasure that I had never experienced before.

Almost without noticing, one of my hands began to stroke myself, a damp spot beginning to form between my legs as I pleasured myself to my fantasy.

Gently my hand made its way lower and one of my fingers extended itself and began to probe forward, inserting itself inside my cleft up to the second knuckle. I hissed slightly as I felt my pussy begin to clamp down around my digit, milking it as I pumped it in and out, spreading my wetness down my fingers and dripping onto the tiled floor of the bathroom.

While one of my hands went to town on my pussy, my other one was slithering over my naked body, teasing my nipples into a hard and erect state, pinching my round mounds or rubbing my firm and toned chest.

A loud knock broke my concentration and brought me back to the real world. I turned to the door and made sure that I had locked it, which I had done.

“Applebloom, get a move on. Sweetie Belle is going to be here any moment now. Ah don’t hear no showerin' going on in there.” Applejack’s stern voice came through the door, muffled slightly. Ever since our parents had died when I was just an infant, Applejack had taken over the role of mother to me and acted as the primary manager for our farm. Big Mac was a strong worker and a loving brother, but he wasn’t a very smart when it came to business matters.

“Alright already. Hold ya horses for a minute,” I yelled back as I stepped into the shower. Twisting the taps on, I was quickly engulfed in a cascade of lukewarm water and had to jump out again until the water had heated up enough for me to comfortable under it again.

Once the water had heated up I got back in and lathered up my body with the soaps we kept on hand. Each of us had our own soaps, and mine was treated to keep my skin soft for as long as I could. I know that when I have to start work on the farm full time, I’m going to have to develop some calluses but I can dream right?

The warm water came down in a steady stream and it quickly managed to run between my thighs and stimulated my clit again. I wanted to continue where I had left off before getting in, but Applejack was hounding me. I would just have to wait until I could find some time along tonight. At least Sweetie would be able to distract me for a while.

I scrubbed all over until I felt that I was clean, or at least as clean as I was going to get with Applejack knocking on the door every few seconds. Finally I couldn’t take it any more and got out. Shutting off the shower, I wrapped myself in a large towel and opened the door to find Applejack waiting for me.

“’Bout time. Now hurry on and get dressed. Sweetie will be here any moment and I gotta get to work on the barn already,” she said, pushing past me and entering the bathroom before shutting the door in my face.

I huffed at Applejack but got moving to my room. Closing the door behind me I picked out my favourite sun bathing suit. It was a very revealing red bikini that Applejack hated, but it covered up just enough for modesty. Slipping it on, I had to jiggle the top over my breasts until it sat comfortably enough. It pressed tightly enough that my still slightly hardened nipples were poking out. To cover that, I shoved on some old shapeless shirt that covered me from the navel up.

Distantly, I could hear the sound of humming, and looking out the window I could see Sweetie Belle walking down the dirt path through the orchard towards the house. I could make out that she had a small tote bag over her shoulder. She always did like to bring her own tanning butters and oils with her.

Packing up a towel and my own lotions for tanning, I finished up getting ready, dragging a comb through my hair to try to get the tangles under control before picking up my red hair bow and clipping it in. By the time I was done, Sweetie had made it all the way up the path and was knocking on the door.

“Hey AB, you in there?” she called out.

“I’m ah commin’, sheesh,” I called back and made my way downstairs and towards the front door. Applejack was already nearing the door, somehow having managed to have her shower, dress herself and get all the way downstairs in the time it took me to throw on a set of clothes and brush my hair. Maybe there was some truth to the rumour that I was becoming more like Sweetie and Rarity; all fussy and prim.

Applejack opened the door to reveal a broadly smiling Sweetie Belle. She was dressed in a tightly fitting tee-shirt and skin tight shorts that showed off her trim figure. Applejack gave her a once over, but didn’t say anything. If her parents had allowed her out looking like this, then it wasn’t really her place to comment. That didn’t mean she had to approve of it.

“Gosh, you look great Sweetie,” I said. I actually meant it. Seeing her like this, I understood why all the boys in school had been chasing after her lately.

Sweetie blushed slightly and put a hand up to stifle a slight giggle. “Thanks Applebloom, you look good too.”

Applejack gave me a quick tousle of my hair, messing it up again from the quick brush I have given it earlier. “Well you two have fun, whatever it is you are doing. I gotta get started on that there barn, it ain’t gonna fix itself. Seeya at lunch Sugarcube.”

Applejack picked up her dusty and battered Stetson and went outside to meet Mac. He already had a tool chest and a ladder under one arm. They both walked off towards the hay barn where we kept most of our fodder. It had taken a beating during the last set of storms, and Applejack and Big Mac had put time aside to fix it up today.

Fortunately, I wasn’t needed for that job, and Sweetie Belle and I were going over to the pond to go sunbathing. “Well, let’s get going already,” Sweetie pouted. She was not a patient person when it came to her relaxation time.

“Jus’ give me a second,” I said, turning to grab my towel and lotions.

As I grabbed my stuff, Sweetie practically dragged me out of the house, clamping down on my wrist with her hands a pulling me along with all her strength. I managed to free my hand as we passed by the barn; Applejack and Big Mac were already taking mallets to some of the more rotten beams. Sweetie set a quick march through the orchards, and we made very good time towards the clubhouse.

We weren’t headed for the clubhouse itself, but to the swimming pond that was located nearby. There we would be able to soak up the rays of Celestia’s sun and take a quick dip if it got too hot. It was also a perfectly secluded section of the farm, well away from any prying eyes. Aside from our clubhouse, there was nothing of interest on this section of the farm and Applejack and Big Mac had both promised to stay out unless they asked me first.

Sweetie and I walked through the now barren orchards and past the line of Zap Apple trees. It would be several months before the next season for them came around, and the trunks were totally bare of any signs of life. Sweetie looked at one of the trees and shuddered, most likely remembering the time that she tried to harvest the apples a little bit early. She wound up with a very nasty electrical shock when she tried that; made her hair stand on end for days. Scootaloo had had a good laugh out of that one.

Getting past the Zap Apple grove, we reached the clearing where the clubhouse was. The actual house itself was looking a bit run down again; we hadn’t actually used it for anything serious for several years. Now it was mostly used for storage of all our old ideas and half baked inventions, and as Scootaloo's private shrine to all things Rainbow Dash

Sweetie didn’t seem to notice it however, as her eyes were focused on the lush looking grass right next to the waters edge. It was a perfect spot – no trees to block the sun, right next to the water if you wanted to dip your feet in, and the clubhouse was just a moment away if it became too hot to stay out. On the other side of the pond there was a rope swing with a tyre attached to it. We had used that swing a lot in our younger days. Now it just hung there as a silent testament to our youth.

Sweetie rushed ahead of me and quickly pulled out her towel and put it on the grass. Where my towel was just the first one I could find that was clean – it was a red and orange one with some green polka-dots; Sweetie’s was a work or art. An intricate design of a rising dragon had been woven into the face and it looked like it would be very soft to lie on.

I whipped out my own towel and put it on the ground next to Sweetie’s. Next to hers, it did look like an old towel that was missing a few threads, but it was still a perfectly good towel so I didn’t care about it too much.

Rather than settle down onto her towel and get ready to start baking, Sweetie kept on searching through her bag, clearly looking for something.

“Hey Applebloom, can you keep a secret?” Sweetie asked once she apparently found what it was that she was looking for. She darted her eyes around, as if trying to make sure that we were alone.

I shrugged at her. “Sure ah guess. What is it?”

Sweetie dug around in her bag for a moment before pulling something out. She showed me a very small lime green micro kini, the entire garment nothing more than a few inches of cloth held together by strands of string so thin it looked like it would bust open the moment anyone actually tried to put in on.

“What do you think Applebloom? Do you like it?” Sweetie Belle asked me, showing off the bikini from every angle. Not that there was much to see. My hair ribbon likely had more material in it than the entire thing.

That said I did kinda like it. It matched her eyes well and would certainly show off her well endowed form.

“Wow Sweetie Belle. How did you convince your parents to buy that for you?”

Sweetie blushed a little, her milky skin glowing a rosy red. “They don’t know. I’ve been saving up for it for months. You won’t tell them, will you?”

“Don’t worry, Ah won’t tell them. Now are we sunbathing or what?”

Sweetie nodded to me and we both began to strip out of our clothing. I had put on my bikini under my shapeless shirt, so I could just rip it off and be ready to go. I began to remove my top layer before grabbing my bottle of tanning lotion and settling back on my towel.

Sweetie Belle however stripped off her shirt and shorts, revealing that she had nothing on under her clothing. This was not the first time I had ever seen Sweetie nude, but it was the first time since we had finished filling out. Freed from any kind of restraint, her breasts jiggled as she moved, each one a good size larger than my own, which were modestly covered under my red bikini top. I also noticed that she had shaven her pubic hair, leaving her entire body a perfectly smooth shade of light pink.

She seemed to notice me staring at her and smirked a bit, wiggling her hips a little. “See anything you like?” she said before lying down next to me on her own towel.

“Wait a second. Ain’t you gonna put that bikini on?” I asked as Sweetie began to rub tanning butter into her skin, the lotion giving her skin a golden sheen.

“Why? No one is around to see us, and I hate tan lines. You uncomfortable with me being in the buff or something?”

“Ah guess not. Just seemed a little odd is all,” I replied, settling back down on my towel. From the corner of my eye I could still catch a glimpse of Sweetie’s naked body and just the sight of it triggered the memory of my unfulfilled orgasm while in the shower this morning.

That’s crazy. I’ve never been attracted to girls before. But Sweetie Belle is a cutie. I thought, my head turning slightly to garner a better angle.

Sweetie either didn’t or pretended not to notice my ogling of her body as she just closed her eyes and settled in, allowing the sun to soak into her skin. I eventually decided to follow suit and also just lay back on my towel, eager to pick up a few rays.

We must have stayed like that for about 20 minutes, until Sweetie spoke up in a slightly coy voice.

“Hey, why don’t you try nude bathing Applebloom? It’s really fun and feels great,” Sweetie’s voice cut through my thoughts.

I wasn’t entirely sure about it. Applejack would flay the skin from my bones if she ever found out. “Ah don’t know Sweetie. If Applejack catches me, Ah will never hear the end of it.”

Sweetie rose up on one side, turning to face me and giving me an eyeful of her body again. Without thinking I started to stare at her uncovered chest. Sweetie saw me looking and squeezed her arms together, accentuating her already impressive bust.

Smiling broadly at me she wiggled her body, her jugs drawing me in with an almost hypnotic movement. “Go on Applebloom, give it a try. We’re both girls here, and no one else will come down here now. I dare you.”

Sweetie knew I couldn’t resist a dare and she slowly leaned forward and inserted one finger into the space between my covered tits, hooking her finger around the material and pulling it away. The feeling of her finger on my bare skin was electric; it left a tingle all along my skin wherever it touched as she removed my bikini top and exposed my chest to the outside world for the first time in a long time.

The feel of the breeze on my breasts and the undeniable sexiness of Sweetie’s body was almost more that I could take. I was doubly glad that I was still wearing my bikini bottoms as they were the only thing that was hiding the glistening wetness now beginning to flow from my reawakened sex. The urge to shove a hand down there and begin clopping myself was almost irresistible, but I managed to do so as Sweetie finished untying my top and pulled it away from my body, fully exposing my top form to her wandering eyes.

Instinctively I tried to cover myself with my hands, but after a moment I realised that would be pointless. I didn’t have anything that Sweetie hadn’t seen already and I lowered my hands away from my chest, allowing her an unobstructed view of my body. Somewhere in the back of my mind, there was a voyeuristic thrill in allowing her to watch me.

Sweetie ran her hands down my chest, just skimming past my breasts as she did so, her fingers zeroing in on my remaining panties and going for the string knots that held it all together. Before she could begin to undo them, I caught her hands in my own and stopped her. “NO,” I cried out, “Leave them on please. Ah-ah’m not ready for that now.”

It was a feeble excuse that I had conjured up to try to hide my bodies increasingly aroused state. I didn’t want Sweetie to know just how much her naked body had turned me on; what it she thought I was a pervert and it ruined our friendship? It didn’t help matters that my nipples had reacted to Sweetie’s touch the only way they knew how and had hardened significantly. Sweetie looked over my body and saw what had happened, but said nothing. Shrugging she just lay back down next to me.

“I’m sorry if I upset you AB,” Sweetie finally said as she rubbed a bit more lotion into her skin, paying extra attention to her curves and breasts. “It’s just that you have a really nice body and I got carried away.”

This was a first; Sweetie Belle complimenting me for my body. Normally it was the other way around. “Uh, Thanks?” I said, a little bit bashful.

“Can I ask you something AB?” Sweetie’s said, drawing my attention back to her goddess like body. By now, she had begun to develop a golden tan, changing her pale skin to a healthy looking light brown. The oils gave her skin a reflective sheen and it looked so tantalisingly soft. Part of me wanted to simply reach over and fondle her body, but I knew that I couldn’t do that.

“Sure ah suppose. What is it?” I replied, drinking in her sensuous body with unabashed interest. Sweetie Belle seemed not to mind showing off her flesh to me, even if I wasn’t as comfortable in doing the same back to her.

“Have you ever been with another girl?”

My eyes grew wide at the question. “No ah haven’t. What makes you think that?”

Sweetie smiled as she indicated her own body. “Just the way you have been staring at me since we arrived here. Plus I can smell your pussy juices from here. I’m surprised that you have managed to hold off as long as you have. It’s alright Applebloom. You can go ahead.”

As if to accentuate her permission, Sweetie sat up fully and spread her legs open, revealing that her treasure was almost as wet as mine was. Gently she slipped a finger inside her hole and began pumping in and out. Her other hand began stroking over her body, tweaking her breasts to hardness.

I couldn’t look away from her erotic display as she masturbated herself directly in front of me; it was like a train wreck, you fear to look and yet cannot turn away. I wanted to join in, but I just couldn’t quite work up the nerve to do so. My pussy throbbed for attention with every beat of my heart.

Sweetie’s pace increased as she lost herself in her own pleasure, and she quickly hit her peak, hips bucking and she arched her back, shoving her ample bosom in my face as she let out a high pitched yip. She jammed her fingers deeply inside herself and held them there as she twitched and spasmed all over her towel. Eventually she withdrew her fingers from her body, the digits now totally covered in her orgasm.

Sweetie lifted her fingers to her mouth and licked off all her juices, smiling to me as she did so.

A quick gust of wind brought me back to my senses and I realised that I had been staring at Sweetie for quite a while, my eyes locked on her glistening body and leaking pussy. I was sure that she could make out the saturation between my legs, but part of me no longer cared.

Aw, screw it I thought and I lifted up my legs, allowing me to slide my panties off of my body. Sweetie’s gaze dropped to my clam as it came into view. As I had expected, it was just as wet as Sweetie’s and it had totally soaked through my bikini to leave a damp spot on my towel.

Sweetie’s smile leaked desire as she looked over my now totally naked body. From the way she looked, I just had to know the answer to the question she had asked earlier.

From the look on her face, Sweetie was also clearly hoping that I would ask the question back at her. “What about you?” I obliged her, “Have you ever been with a girl before?”

“Once,” she admitted, blushing slightly under her tanning butter. “Ruby and I were hanging out last year and she managed to swipe some of her mothers booze. We kinda got carried away but it was one of the best experiences of my life, and I would do it again if the right girl was to show up.”

It didn’t need to be said that she was hoping that I was going to be that girl.

“Hey, lets go for a dip,” Sweetie said suddenly, kinda breaking the mood and pulling us both back to reality.

I quickly agreed to her idea and reached to put on my bikini again. Sweetie slapped it out of my hand.

“Why bother to put that on again? Why not just go skinny dipping?” she asked before pushing me into the water.

I stumbled into the shallow water before tripping over and went head over heels into the water, landing with a slight thump on my butt, causing my legs to splay out slightly and splashing water all over me. The chill water caused my nipples to harden even more than they had been and I realised that from this angle, Sweetie had a perfect view of between my legs and the slight peach fuzz that covered it.

Sweetie Belle grinned as she looked at my vagina and I didn’t bother to close my legs. By now we had both seen enough that it was no longer embarrassing to look at each others naked bodies anymore, not that Sweetie had ever been embarrassed to begin with.

Instead she joined me in the water for a moment before jumping into one of the deeper sections of the pool, vanishing under the surface for a moment before coming back up and resting on her back. In her new position the only thing that was above the surface was her head and the tips of her tits which almost appeared to float on their own.

“Waters great, you coming?” she asked as I just watched from my sitting position for a moment.

I got up and adjusted my bow, making sure that it was secure before diving in myself, the cold water embracing my lithe body from every side. Even though it was just a thin piece of cloth, the lack of a bikini or any type of clothing made everything feel so much sharper than if I had been wearing something. I already knew that it would be a cold day in hell before I wore clothes to go swimming here again.

I emerged from the water and had to wipe my hair out of my eyes to find Sweetie treading water before me. The water had distorted her form slightly, but it was still easy to make out almost every detail of her gorgeous form and I was sure that she could see the same for mine.

Just as I was able to clear out my vision, Sweetie dove under the surface again and a moment later I felt her hands begin to tickle all over my body. They were relentless, catching almost every part of my exposed skin and even rubbing over my breasts a few times, though these never lasted for more than a few seconds at a time. I was laughing all the while as she teased and tortured me mercilessly.

Not to be outdone, I had to return the favour, easily reaching all over her back and even managing to slap her upended ass once. I could see air bubbles emerge from Sweetie’s mouth as she laughed underwater.

Sweetie burst up from under the water, gasping for air before quickly wrapping her arms around me as she began to tickle my back. In her haste, Sweetie’s breasts pressed up against mine, her erect nipples digging into my skin. The feeling of her soft mounds pressing up against my own was electric and I eagerly returned the favour, my hands continuing to tickle and stroke against her back and butt.

From the expression on her face, Sweetie was enjoying this just as much as I was and for a moment our eyes met. That moment was all it took for all of her long suppressed desires to be etched into her expression, a lustful grin parting her mouth as the culmination of all of the days teasing. As I gazed into her deep green eyes, my own desires came out. I realised that I had been looking at Sweetie as more than a friend for years now, but I had never had the courage to admit it to myself until now.

My hands made their way lower and grasped Sweetie’s firm ass, the globes of muscle soft under my touch. Sweetie’s hands matched my movements and out breasts mashed even harder together. Sweetie’s head closed in on mine and she closed her eyes just as our lips met.

Her tongue forced its way into my mouth, exploring my depths as my own did the same. Sweetie pushed me towards the edge of the swimming hole as out tongues duelled inside my mouth, Sweetie’s appendage eager to explore every nook and crevice.

As we hit the edge of the hole, Sweetie separated her lips from mine and pushed me down until I was laying flat in the shallow water. Sweetie stood over me, showering my face and neck with sloppy kisses before she moved down and began to lick her way across my breasts. Gently she took each nipple into her mouth, suckling on them as if she was a new born babe.

I shrieked as she sucked on my tits, her teeth lightly scraping against my skin and her tongue swirling over my rock hard nipples. My hands left her butt and began to slide over her body, exploring her supple flesh with a passion that surprised even me. My pussy ached for attention but I was enjoying Sweetie’s tender licks over my sensitive breasts far too much to actually do anything about it.

Almost as if she could read my mind, Sweetie moved one of her hands down my body, gently tracing a path along my skin until she pressed up against my clam. I savoured the feeling as one of her fingers pushed up and parted my lips, penetrating my body. I gasped as she pressed a second finger into my body and I quickly copied her motion, two of my fingers nestling deep inside her jewel. The warmth of her treasure was a beautiful contrast to the coolness of the water.

My vaginal muscles quickly began to clamp down over her invading fingers and she slowly started to slide inside me, and I felt her cunt do the same to mine. My fingers were caught in a velvety vice, the rippling of her walls clear to me as I pushed as deep as my two fingers could go.

Sweetie increased the pace of her finger fucking, her digits plunging into my body smoothly and each one brought me closer to the orgasm that had been eluding me all day. Almost as if she could tell just how pent up I was, Sweetie kept on pumping her hand into my pussy while suckling deeply on my tits.

We were working up a froth in the water, but we didn’t care; lost as we were to the pleasure. With once final push inside me, Sweetie’s fingers grazed against my G-Spot and that was all I could take. I let out a long scream as my body tensed and arched under her delicate touch and my pussy spasmed around her questing fingers, expelling my pent up juices over her hand and into the water. Throughout it all, Sweetie didn’t stop her thrusting, jamming her fingers as deeply as she could and feeling my pussy clench around them.

My fingers slipped from her slit as I rode out my high and both my hands gripped the back of Sweetie’s head, forcing her to bite down harder on my tits. From the way that she kept swirling her tongue around my sensitive nipples and pumped her fingers inside my snatch, Sweetie didn’t mind.

Soon I was spent and I fell back into the shallow water panting, bringing one hand up to try to fan my face. Sweetie detached from by breasts and fell down along side me, one of her hands now gently stroking my clit rather than plunging inside. She brought her other hand, the one covered with my juices up to her mouth and she slowly inserted each finger into her mouth, sucking off my cum with clear pleasure. It was so sexy watching her lick her hands clean of my juice, to know that part of me was now inside her.

“Oh, Sweet Celestia. That was just incredible. You were so good,” I said breathlessly, my eyes still glazed over from the afterglow of my orgasm.

Sweetie got up and let her body rub up against mine, our breasts mashing up against each other again. “It gets better you know,” She said before snuggling her face up against my neck. “You willing to try something else?”

I nodded that I was and Sweetie got up to her feel and pulled me from the water. Looking at her naked body dripping with water would have made be cum if I hadn’t just done so a moment before.

Sweetie led me over to out towels and sat me down on my towel. As I sat down she leaned forwards and planted another passionate kiss on my lips. It was just as intense as the first one she had shared, but it only lasted a moment before Sweetie broke it off and trailed her way down my body again. As she reached my navel, she pushed my legs open and I realised just what she had in plan for me.

There was a sudden flash of pleasure as Sweetie’s tongue made its first pass over my cunt. A deep moan escaped my lips as I felt her press in and begin to lovingly lick her way around my clit, teasing me and lapping up every drip of my cum that she could get. Her licks sped up and she pushed two of her fingers back into me as I spread my legs out wider, allowing her more access to my slit.

Quickly a familiar feeling began to well up inside me and I realised that I was about to cum again. Sweetie could feel it to and just before I was able to get over, she shifted her tongue to the right and began licking up my thighs, denying me the release that I was begging for.

When she felt that I had calmed down enough, Sweetie pulled her fingers out of me and rose up to present them to me. I eagerly took the glistening digits into my mouth, tasting my sex for the first time. It was sweet with a hint of apples. Not really surprising given how many of the things I tend to eat.

Distracted my the taste of my own juice, I didn’t notice Sweetie drop back below until I felt her tongue push its way into my snatch, my lips parting and allowing her unrestricted access to my tunnel. Both her hands rose up and began to fondle and tweak my breasts, stroking my supple flesh and kneading the round orbs like dough.

The unexpected pleasure of her dexterous tongue penetrating my body sent me over the edge and my pussy contracted around her muscle. My lube squirted over her face, dousing her hair in a new layer of wetness. Sweetie didn’t pull back from my cascade, instead latching onto my clit and sucking as hard as she could, her tongue flicking my button as quickly as she could.

I almost blacked out from the pleasure, seeing stars appear in the blue sky. My legs contracted together and trapped Sweetie’s head between them and my hands were running over every exposed piece of flesh I could find as wave after wave of intense pleasure racked my body. Shrieks of ecstasy escaped my lips as my orgasm drove right to the very core of my being, satisfying me in ways that I had never experienced before.

Sweetie Belle slowly let go of my sizzling snatch, pulling her tongue back to lick off all my sticky goo from her face. I was just resting there, my eyes open but unseeing as I basked in the glow of my second orgasm for the day. Lacking the strength to get up, I could just lie there and watch as Sweetie crawled up my body and planted her lips on mine, her tongue pushing its way into my mouth and eagerly mingling with my own. Her mouth and tongue still carried the taste of my scent and it was intoxicating to me.

Eagerly I licked all of my juices from her mouth and face, washing her clean of the exertions of the day.

Soon she was clean and I felt strength begin to return to my body, enabling me to lift myself off of my back and move over to caress Sweetie’s form. For the first time I took one of Sweetie’s impressive melons into my mouth, my teeth closing around her nipple and sucking for all I was worth, my tongue flicking over every inch of skin I could find.

Sweetie gasped as she felt me suck on her bare flesh and she pulled my head in closer, squishing my face between her impressive assets. My hands had taken on a life of their own, caressing and stroking whatever they could find. Every little yip or mewling sound that Sweetie made increased my confidence and soon I was motorboating between her tits, my face a constant source of activity.

Sweetie was writhing on the ground, but she pushed me away from her for a second. I was terrified that I may have done something wrong.

Rather than try to push me away further, Sweetie lay back on her towel and spread her legs wide, giving me an unhindered view of her dripping sex. Using both her hands she opened her lips while gently flicker her engorged clit. “Please AB, I want you. Eat me. Eat me out now.” Her voice was breathy and low, filled with sexual desire.

It was easily the sexiest view I had ever seen and I dove right in, forgetting my earlier hesitation and pushing my tongue right up into her snatch as deep as I could.

Sweetie’s taste burst forth onto my tongue as I lapped from her velvety font, her glorious nectar hot a sticky but also smooth and sweet. Sweetie Belle writhed and squirmed under my touch and I felt her hands grab hold of the back of my head and push me even harder against her body.

Her slit dribbled its precious juices over my mouth and face, and I eagerly swallowed every drop that I could. Dimly I wondered why I had waited so long to try this with another girl

Sweetie was in heaven, judging by the wide variety of noises that she was making, most of them adorable. She was twitching under the touch of my tongue and bucking her hips like there was no tomorrow.

“Oh Applebloom, I’ve wanted to do this for years. Fuck me please, fuck me hard,” she pleaded. I hardly needed anymore convincing and redoubled my efforts on her snatch, shoving a finger in for good measure and feeling her walls open and stretch out to accommodate the new visitor.

I kept licking and sucking on her slit, trying to coax out every drip of her fragrant wine that she could produce. Her clit was puffed up and an easy prey for my tongue. I even gently scraped my teeth over her fleshy bulb, which elicited a new round of moans and yips from her.

Shortly I noticed that Sweetie’s breath was becoming ragged and she was tensing up. I could guess was what about to happen and I dove in hard, eager to bring her to the same levels of pleasure that she had bestowed on me.

Sweetie’s dam burst forth like a raging torrent of water and she let out a guttural scream; a shout of pure basal pleasure. Liquids squirted out from her twitching cleft, splattering my face and tongue with her sacred wine. Each twitch left a new gust of juice dribbling its way down my chin and it was all I could do to swallow and try to keep up with her flow.

Just when it seemed that I was to drown in her cum, Sweetie’s orgasm subsided and she stopped squirting liquid. Her body ceased its spasming and she lay back on her drenched towel exhausted. I knew just how she must be feeling right now, but I wasn’t done yet. There was still one more thing that I wanted to try.

Giving Sweetie’s pussy one more lick, I lifted her bottom off of the ground and positioned her so that her opening pointed to the sky and I climbed on top of her.

I shifted my body and sat back down on Sweetie so that our pussies met in a scissoring motion, each of out clits mashed together. Each time our bodies came together, our clits rubbed and we could feel the tingle of electric pleasure coursing through out bodies. We rapidly increased the friction and force of our meetings, bringing us to new heights of pleasure. The combined thrusting and sliding was a new level of bliss; I couldn’t think of anything else that could have brought me more pleasure that what we were doing right now. As we both neared our climaxes our actions became more frenzied and our shouts became more primal.

Sweetie Belle came first, her body shuddering hard under mine and her eyes rolling back into her head as she cried out in a wordless scream of pleasure. I followed quickly; the convulsions of Sweetie’s nethers triggering my own release. Our cunts released our cum which mingled into a single mass and ran down our legs to soak into the fabric of our towels again, drenching the fibres and staining the colours with orgasmic runoff.

Sweetie collapsed onto the ground first, and I followed suit, using her ample rack as a pillow. One of Sweetie’s hands began to gently stroke my hair as we lay there, and I felt a sense of peace and love rivalled only by when I had spent time out with my family. Slowly, I reached up and locked lips with her and we both relaxed into it, a deep sensual kiss that lacked the frenzied passion of our earlier lovemaking but it seemed to go so much further.

Sweetie and I lay there for I don’t know how long, our arms wrapped around each other and our mouths joined at the lips, staring into each others eyes. It could have been a few moments, it could have been hours. It was only when we felt a shadow draw over us that we broke apart and returned to the world around us.

For a second, I was afraid that Applejack had found us, but we quickly realised that it was just the sun going behind a cloud. Judging from its position, it was about noon so we had to be getting back for lunch.

I got up first and dropped a hand to help Sweetie up. She looked totally dishevelled, her body flustered and covered in sweat and our combined cum. Her normally beautiful hair was a tangled mess, matted together and sticking out in every direction. I was willing to bet that I looked almost the same as her. Still, I thought that she looked amazing splattered in the remains of our passion, but we had to clean off before we returned home.

We both jumped back into the cool water of the pond and began to scrub ourselves clean. Sweetie quickly came over and started to clean my skin for me, and I didn’t resist. She rinsed my body, paying extra attention to my breasts and even touching my pussy once or twice, but it wasn’t the set up for another round, it was just a quick tease.

Soon I was clean, and I returned the favour to Sweetie. I washed her hair and cleaned off her body. By the time we were done, her nubile form was as sparkling as the moment she had arrived.

Reluctantly we got out of the pond and made our way back to our clothes, which had lain there undisturbed since we had thrown them off. Sweetie wiggled her way back into her tight top and pants, while I slipped back on my bikini top and bottoms before throwing on the old shirt that I had brought.

I was sad to watch Sweetie cover herself, but she came up and wrapped her arms around me again, giving me a lasting kiss once again. When she broke it, she looked deep into my eyes.

“I had a really great time today Applebloom. Can we do this again?”

I nodded without hesitation at her suggestion. ‘I’d like that, but can we keep this a secret for now? My family wouldn’t understand.”

Sweetie nodded in sympathy. She knew exactly what I meant. Granny Smith, while a kind and loving grandmother, wasn’t exactly the most progressive thinker.

“Don’t worry AB, I won’t tell if you won’t. We can be secret girlfriends.”

That brought me up short. Sweetie really considered me to be her girlfriend? I thought about that for a moment before deciding that I liked the sound of that. Applebloom, Sweetie’s girlfriend. Yea that sounded nice.

We finished packing up our things and trudged off towards the homestead. As the house came into view, we both caught the smells of a delicious, mouth watering stew wafting through the air. Our stomachs gave a loud gurgle and we both realised just how hungry we were.

“I guess we did burn off a lot of calories today,” Sweetie chuckled as we reached the door to the house.

Sitting inside were Applejack and Big Mac, both looking sweaty and slightly worn out. They looked like they had just done a full mornings worth of hard work, which they had.

Applejack looked delighted to see us though. “The barn’s commin’ along great. You two have a nice time out there at tha pond?”

We both nodded at her instantly.

If only she knew just how nice a time we had had…

Author's Note

If this story rates well, I will follow up with some more chapters based on other images from LunaIsMaiWaifu