> Joyride
>  by SergeantBuck
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> Joyride
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Joyride





I'm so addicted to all the things you do
When you're going down on me in between the sheets
With all the sounds you make, with every breath you take
It's unlike anything when you're loving me
~"Addicted" - Saving Abel




The snarl of a V8 engine tore through the afternoon silence as Ratchet pulled out of his garage. It had been ages since he'd seen her, between school and helping his dad restore old cars. The 1970 Chevy Chevelle SS-454, a personal favorite of his, was the result of his latest restoration project. It was also a gift from the old man for his twenty-first birthday. He ran his hands along the steering wheel before shifting to first gear.
"I think I'll call you Stella," he said quietly.
He revved the engine a few more times before taking off through downtown, his car a vermillion streak down main street as he made his way to Sweet Apple Acres. She was there waiting for him, relaxing on the deck couch with her Stetson over her eyes. Ratchet leaned over and opened the lock on the passenger door. As he passed by, she sprang from the porch and ran to door, wrenching it open and sliding in beside him before closing it.
"Where's your brother?" he asked her.
"I'd be less worried about where he is and more worried about gettin' outta here!" Applejack said.
Ratchet took off in a cloud of dust back towards town, leaving the farm far behind them. Applejack leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Missed ya," she said.
"Missed you too, Jackie. Anything fun go down while I've been away?"
"Nah, not really. Pickin' apples, sellin' apples, makin' desserts with apples. Don't get me wrong, I ain't sayin' I hate bein' home, just that nothin' fun's come along lately. Twilight's out at college, Pinkie's off to culinary school, Rarity's out runnin' business for clients in Baltimare, and Dash and Fluttershy have been working weather all month. I just been spendin' mah days out in the sun."
"Yeah? Guess I haven't done as much as you."
Applejack smiled at him. "Aw c'mon! You gotta have done somethin' fun. Fixin' engines is what you do, so ain't you enjoyin' it?"
"Well yeah, but aside from restoring Stella here I haven't done much. Not besides thinking about you."
She leaned over and kissed him again. Ratchet started to count his blessings. He had a beautiful girl and a beautiful ride. What more could he ask for? As they drove around, he reached over and pulled the red ribbon from her hair. Her golden locks spilled over her shoulders like a shining waterfall.
"What'd ya do that fer?" she asked him. "You know I like wearin' mah hair in a ponytail."
"Yeah, I know. But you look so pretty with it down."
He noticed her giving him a sultry grin as she undid her seatbelt and placed her head on his shoulder.
"Lean back fer a minute, would ya?" Applejack said.
"Huh?" Without diverting his eyes from the road, Ratchet moved one hand down to the switch on the seat and reclined slightly. A sudden tingle reverberated through his body as he felt Applejack's hand between his legs.
"Jackie, what are you..." He stopped talking when she put a finger to his lips.
"Just relax, Ratch. Lean back and relax."
His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he felt Applejack rubbing him harder. He heard the fly being unzipped on his jeans and clenched the wheel tighter as he felt his member being engulfed in warm wetness.
Don't look down. That's all you gotta do is just not look down.
Ratchet felt Applejack's tongue pressing against him and clenched his teeth as he jerked into the opposite lane before correcting.
"Hey, uh, Jackie?"
She came up for air and kissed him again. "Yeah, Ratch?"
"Can ya save it for when we get there? I don't wanna crash."
Applejack huffed at him and leaned back in her seat. "Alright then."
It wasn't long before they reached their destination. Ratchet pulled the Chevelle up to the edge of the bluff overlooking town. They could see the town hall, Sugarcube Corner, the Library, almost everything from that spot. It was a lovely place to be to watch the sun begin to set.
"Aw," Applejack said. "Ain't that a mighty pretty sight?"
She leaned in to kiss him again and this time, his lips met hers. Sparks danced across their skin as Ratchet felt her tongue sliding over his, leading him in an exotic tango. Her kiss tasted tart, a green apple in a thin coat of cinnamon. He broke the kiss and buried his face in her golden hair, kissing her neck as he took in her sweet, red delicious scent. She let out a soft moan and reached up to undo the buttons on her dirtied flannel work shirt. Her hand slipped back into his pants and gripped at his member, gently rubbing the tip. Ratchet reclined the seat to the fullest extent and with in seconds Applejack was mounting him.
Her shirt was completely open now, her two round, perky breasts hovering before him. She leaned in close and brought her mouth close to his ear.
"I forgot to mention," she said. "I ain't wearin' nothin' beneath mah skirt."
Ratchet let out the breath he'd been holding in as watched Applejack lower herself onto him, feeling his member slide into her. How long had it been since they last did this? They certainly hadn't done it in a car before.
He watched her face blush as she began to move her hips up and down on him. The cab of the Chevelle left little room for her to sit up, but it seemed like she didn't care. It wasn't long before she started tossing her wild yellow hair about, beads of sweat beginning to slide down her breasts. She let out a long, sexy sigh and Ratchet felt his legs beginning to grow numb. 
"Come on!" Applejack cried. "Let it out! Give it to me! You know you wanna!"
Ratchet let go and felt Applejack fall slack as he pushed himself in as far as he could, releasing his load into her entrance. She lay across him, panting and smiling before kissing him on the cheek.
"Damn, Jackie...it's been forever."
"Sure has. Now I know what I've been missin'."
He reached over and switched on the radio, smiling as the first few bars of a familiar song drifted through the car.
"You remember this song, Jackie?"
"Yeah, it's the first song we did it to."
Ratchet's ears picked up on the low growl of an approaching vehicle beneath the guitar. It wasn't long before Applejack lifted her head, picking up on the rattle of the diesel engine.
"Oh, hell!" Applejack dismounted Ratchet and began furiously re-buttoning her top. "Zip up yer pants and kiss me!"
"Why? What's going on?"
"Only one guy in town drives a diesel truck, and that's mah brother!"
Ratchet hurriedly did as he was told and leaned in to meet Applejack's lips. He heard his heart pounding in his chest as the diesel truck pulled up beside his Chevelle. The door opened and slammed shut, and Ratchet waited for the approaching steel-toed footsteps to come to a stop. A knuckle rapped on the window and ratchet broke their fake kiss to stare into the eyes of Big Macintosh. Her brother's massive arms were at his sides, hands balled into tight fists as he glared at the gearhead. Ratchet cautiously opened the door.
"You ain't gettin' mah sister knocked up, are ya?" he asked. His low baritone voice had a hint of anger. They both knew that he didn't like Ratchet.
"For Celestia's sake, Mac!" Applejack shouted back, her eyes on the verge of tears. "Ya can't just let the two of us have a night out alone for once, can ya? He's been promisin' me a night out here with a sunset for forever, and now you had to come along and ruin it!"
Mac's expression melted from anger to sadness. "I...ah...I'm sorry sis. Just wanted to make sure he was treatin' ya right. I'll go."
Applejack folded her arms and stared at the floor in anger until Mac got back in his Ford and drove off. Once the diesel engine faded into the ambient noise, she looked back at Ratchet and dried her eyes.
"He hates to see me cry," she said. "Gets him every time."
"Thanks, I guess," Ratchet began. Before he could say anything, Applejack stole another kiss from him and climbed back onto his lap.
"Y'all wanna go fer another ride?"
Ratchet looked back up into Applejack's emerald green eyes.
I am definitely one lucky guy.