Rocking the Barn

by justanothername

Rating: mature
Tags: Comedy, Romance
Length: 1443

Soarin and AJ, Mac and Twilight in the same barn. What happens?

Soarin and Applejack are in the barn having some 'private time'. Only Twilight and Big Macintosh had the same idea. Both couples catch each other in the act, awkwardness ensues.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-02-23 23:30:24 UTC

Chapter 1

A/N: This is an anthro fic

Sonnet 43 belongs to Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sweating and panting, Soarin collapsed onto the hay pile and smiled tiredly at the blonde, orange mare lying next to him.  She smiled back, just as tired.  He loved his vacation days; it let him come down to the farm of Sweet Apple Acres for its plethora of apple flavored treats and its owner, Applejack who was saucier than zap apple jam and hotter than the Equestrian sun.  Ever since that fateful Grand Galloping Gala when he bought that delicious pie from that drop-dead gorgeous mare, he came down to the farm for Sweet Apple goodies and Sweet Apple loving.  It was hard to tell which was better since AJ was as good a lover as she was a cook, good enough to give an experienced Wonderbolt like him a run for his money whenever they snuck off to the barn for a ‘romp in the hay’ as Applejack put it.

“Whoo-ee, Ah’m gonna be feelin’ that for a good while.”  Applejack said as she ran her fingers through Soarin’s dark blue mane.

“Ditto.  I hope I recover, though.  Spitfire doesn’t accept ‘sex-related injuries’ as an excuse to miss practice.”  Soarin said, wrapping his arm around her, his hand nonchalantly playing with her breast.  Applejack began to moan softly.

“Y’all hankerin’ fer another round, flyboy?”

“Sorry, AJ, but after four rounds, I think he’s tuckered out.”  Soarin replied, his eyes drifting southward.

Applejack chuckled.  “Ah think Ah can fix that.”

She reached into the pile of their discarded clothes and pulled out a yellow bra with an apple pattern and placed on of the cups over Soarin’s muzzle like a surgical mask.  Soarin’s eyes widened as he took in the scent of Applejack’s breasts.  His wings popped out and he began vibrating like a tuning fork.

“Oh geez…oh, geez…”  He panted as he began snorting the intoxicating scent.

Applejack watched in amusement as she held her bra over his muzzle.  Once she saw that his Wonderbolt had risen to the occasion, she removed the bra, waited for him to stop shaking, and climbed back on top of him.

“Oh, and if Ah catch ya rootin’ through mah underwear drawer and snortin’ em like they was Lily’s flowers after this, Ah’m gonna rip all yer feathers outta yer wings.”  Applejack said sweetly before she laid one of her trademark apple flavored kisses on him.

“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of everyday's

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with a passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.”

Big Macintosh, lying on the ground naked with his hands behind his head, nodded as Twilight, kneeling beside him, shut the book.

“That’s one of mah favorites.”  He told her.

“Mine too.”  Twilight said, naked also save for the reading glasses perched on her nose.  “Filliam Shakespeare’s eighteenth sonnet is just as good, though.  And Dover Beach, that’s a good one as well.”

“Eeyup.”  Mac said, gently taking Twilight’s arm and pulling her close.  Twilight smiled warmly, set the book down, and kissed him.

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t surprised when she discovered Big Mac’s love of classic literature.  But then again, she should’ve also known there was more to a pony than what met the eye.  When going through checkout records one day, Twilight was amazed to see that among Macintosh’s checkouts were the works of Filliam Shakespeare, Edgar Allan Pony, and others among of such status.  When he’d been at the library, she’d stopped him and inquired him on his tastes.  What followed was a two-hour long discussion of said authors, in which stallion and mare discovered much about their love of literature and even a bit about their personal lives.

After several more discussions, the two began dating, and Twilight grew to love every bit of it.  Macintosh was quite the learned, intelligent stallion, and it didn’t hurt that he was drop-dead gorgeous.  Practically every single mare in town had a crush on him, and Twilight couldn’t blame them; a beautiful moderate crimson coat, dreamy soul-filled sap-green eyes, long light gamboge mane, rippling muscles that were so powerful yet so gentle, and not to mention being very well-endowed.  She had even developed a guilty pleasure of enjoying the mares who turned green with envy when they saw her with him.

As for Big Macintosh, his late father had often told him to make sure he landed a mare that wasn’t just good-looking, but also had a brain in her head.  Twilight had a gorgeous flowing mane of moderate sapphire blue with moderate violet and brilliant rose streaks, beautiful violet eyes, a fine mulberry coat, and the cutest backside he’d ever seen, but was sharp as a tack and smart as a whip.  She knew more than probably anyone in town and saw that there was more to him than just a pretty boy farmer; that there was a brain that went with the muscles.

What was also appealing was her innocence; after she gave him her virginity, she’d found a book buried away deep in the archives that gave descriptions of several different styles of lovemaking.  They’d made the mistake of starting with anal-Twilight quickly discovered she did not like it, almost immediately screaming for Big Mac to pull out when he had just put it in.  It had taken a while for him to calm her down, and she decided to be a bit more careful about what they did.  After looking at some that made her cry in disgust, Twilight decided on oral and found she liked it, both on the receiving and giving end (likewise for him).  But what they mostly liked was the traditional way, with either Twilight crushed by him lying on top of her or lying on top of his thick warm body.  They weren’t sure how they’d developed the habit of reading to each other after sex, probably due to how the books had helped bring them together.

Twilight got up and stretched, getting all the kinks out of her spine.  Mac grinned, feasting his eyes on her cute, curvy little rump.  Finally, he sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist.  Twilight squealed as Macintosh pulled her back down.  Effortlessly, he flipped her over and the two began kissing like mad.  Without stopping, Twilight reached to remove her glasses.

“No,” Mac gasped between kisses.  “Leave ‘em on.”

“Come on, AJ, you call that riding?”  Soarin grunted through gritted teeth.  “You’ve done better.”

“Don’t mouth off, flyboy, Ah gotta concentrate!”  Applejack grunted back as she thrust furiously from her spot atop Soarin.

With each powerful thrust Applejack Sent Soarin further back into the hay, neither noticing, only caring about making this last round.

Big Mac and Twilight had switched positions now; Mac was on top and Twilight was underneath, moaning at the feeling of Mac’s weight crushing.

“Body like a god’s…”  Twilight moaned in her ecstasy.

“Thanks.”  Macintosh grunted, thrusting back and forth, intent on pleasing the mare.  He put his all into one thrust, sending his head into the hay…

Applejack gave one big thrust, sending Soarin’s head into the hay…

…and the two stallion’s heads collided with a terrific crack.

“Son of a cockatrice!”  Soarin yelled, abruptly sitting up, which threw Applejack off him, and holding his throbbing head.

“What happened?”  Applejack asked, crawling over.

“I hit my head on something!  Sweet feathers of Celestia, what do you keep in your hay piles?”

“Lemme see.”  Applejack sifted through Soarin’s mane and found a growing lump.  “Yeesh, yer gonna have one heck of a lump there, Soarin, but it ain’t bleedin’, at least.”

“Whoopty-do.”  Soarin grumbled, rubbing his head.

“Ah don’t what hit ya, but Ah’ll take a look.”  Applejack told him as she began clearing away the hay.

“Mac, what was that noise?”  Twilight asked.

“Mah head hit something.”  Mac replied, getting to his knees and rubbing his forehead.

“Oh!  Should I look?”  Twilight asked, voice full of worry.

“Naw, its fine.”  Mac reassured her.  “But Ah’m gonna see what Ah hit.”

Big Macintosh began clearing away the hay…

…and the two Apple siblings came face-to-face with each other.

“MAC?”  Applejack yelled.

“AJ?”  Macintosh yelled.

The two scurried out of the hay, ran around, and faced each other, with Soarin and Twilight coming up behind them.

“Well…” Soarin began.

“This is awkward.”  Twilight finished.