You Will Never Share an Intimate Moment With...

You will never get the chance to join her on a cold winter's night, cuddling beside the warm fire crackling a symphony of tiny hot sparks from the burning wood. You'd spend most of your time massaging her strong shoulders, tired from bucking apple trees all day. She'd sigh in contentment as she feels your hands pushing away an entire afternoon of stress and fatigue. She offers small talk suggesting how good with your hands you are, making you smile sheepishly.

After relieving her of her pains, Applejack turns to you and licks your cheek in appreciation. You tell her that she's such an amazing pony, to which she scoffs and shakes her head, humble as she is. You press on to say how serious you are, that she's affected you more than any pony you've met during your stay in Ponyville. You've only known her for a few weeks, but they've been the most wonderful weeks of your life. You reach into your knapsack and pull out a gift for her: a rare apple that doesn't grow on Sweet Apple Acres. She hasn't seen this brand of apple since she was a small filly, before she even left for Manehattan. It reminds her of a time when she still had her entire family with her. A tear runs down her cheek, and right when you think you've done something wrong, she smiles and thanks you for this wonderful gift. Instead of taking it from you directly, she instead leans over and eats it out of your hand, gently gnawing on it with her strong teeth, careful not to chew your fingers. Afterwards, she licks out of the palm of your hand the juice that seeped out of each bite. Feeling her warm pony tongue makes your heart beat at an increased rate. She gazes up to you with her head bowed, her eyes full of desire. Neither of you speak a word as you look into each others eyes.

Simultaneously, you both move in and kiss each other on the lips tenderly. At first it begins timid and sweet, gingerly feeling each others mouth upon the other. You back up slightly to look at each other again, before diving in and kissing with more intensity, twisting each others tongues about in an exotic dance you never knew they were capable of. The whole while, you've moved in on Applejack, holding her in your arms, pushing her against the floor, stroking her beautiful blonde mane with tender loving care. You break contact with her lips and move down to her neck, pecking her fur a few times. She lets out a sudden gasp, startling you. You ask her what's wrong. She says nothing. She seems as if she wants to ask you something, but can't quite get the words out. You're puzzled until you notice her hind legs squeezed together, fidgeting slightly. Now you've put the pieces together, and your manhood begins to swell with anticipation. She takes notice as her eyes turn wide, and her cheeks blush a deep red. You tell her that it's her decision, that you wouldn't want to pressure her into anything. She beams instantly at how much of a gentleman you are, and kisses your lips in appreciation.

Applejack stands up and about faces you, dipping her head forward to the ground, lifting her haunches up, and moving her tail to the side, presenting her beautiful orange marehood. You voice your admiration of the sight before you, and she chuckles in glee. You begin to take position over her rump, but just as you begin to go to work on her, she exclaims "If you can take this bull by the horns, you better be ready for a ride!"

Applejack immediately begins to drive her rear back into you, knocking you off balance, and then moves forward violently just as fast. You suddenly realize she's trying to buck you off. You're wondering if she changed her mind, but she stares back at you with a wink and a grin, letting you know this is all just a part of the game. With a new sense of adventure, you find yourself lifting your hand in the air, ready to ride her for as long as you can. She begins to thrust around violently, periodically belting out a "Yeehaw!" or "Ride 'em, cowpony!" while you attempt to stay on her for dear life. Untold minutes pass by as you struggle to keep a good rhythm going on, but the combination of feeling of her warm wet insides and the force of her romping around becomes too much for you to handle. You feel a sense of relief wash over you as her movements begin to settle down, and she replaces her whooping and hollering with passionate moans and sighs of an oncoming orgasm. Now you begin to take control for the only time in this entire ordeal, trying your best to give her a good finish. Moving your hips back and snapping forward swiftly seems to be doing the trick, as each push forward brings a scream from her, higher in key each time, until you both hit that special moment at the same time, her wetness spurting forth over your manhood, while your rod acts as a volcano of fluids erupting into her womb.

As you're catching your breath, she leans forward and with one swift motion, bucks you out of her and off of her, knocking you on your back and onto the floor. In a daze, you shake your head and look up at her, while she dusts her hat off, and adjusts it back onto her head. You ask if she was holding back the entire time on your account. She nervously laughs, and then admits that she was. You feel slightly ashamed, until she taps her hoof onto your cheek, reminding you that you're still the record holder for staying mounted the longest. You roll your eyes, but smile at her kind words. She lays down next you you, placing her head on your chest, as you both doze off to sleep, feeling each others warm bodies exchange heat between each other.