The Chapter Where AJ Uses her Tongue
You know, it’s funny. Despite being the Element of Honesty, or perhaps because of it, Applejack can be remarkably gullible if you go about pranking her right. She always seems to trust the people she considers friends or family, no matter how many times they’ve pulled one over on her before. For example, just last week I swapped the cinnamon for cayenne powder at breakfast and she still believed me when I told her that our mutual friend Twilight had invited her over for lunch that day. Poor AJ spent fifteen minutes walking to Twilight’s castle only to find that Twilight was in Canterlot for the weekend! To be fair though, I’m not a complete jerk. I’d already checked with Spike and he agreed to make a decent lunch for her if I bought him a new Power Ponies comic he’d been wanting.
It was a small price to pay for the adorable deathglare AJ gave me when she got back to the farm.
But now it was a fine summer afternoon. AJ and I were sitting together in the eastern orchards, enjoying the fresh air and the nice cool breeze. Two half empty bottles of cider sat between us with a few completely empty ones lying beside. She sat facing me just a few feet away, watching my hands intently.
“Is… this your card?” I asked, showing her the three of hearts with a neat little flourish. Her big green eyes went wide and her jaw dropped.
“Now how in tarnation did you do that?!” she shouted, jumping to her hooves. She started pacing around me, prodding my leg where I’d pretended to hide the card earlier. It was the cutest thing; she was like a dog that couldn’t figure out where her favorite bone had gone.
“It’s magic!” I said, chuckling to myself as I returned the card to the deck and shuffled it up once again.
“Don’t give me that! I know you cain’t do magic anymore’n I can! How’dja really do it?”
“A magician never reveals his secrets!” I said smugly. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t keep the smile off my face and it seemed to only drive AJ more insane. She kept prowling around, looking me up and down and muttering to herself words I couldn’t hear but I’m sure weren’t very nice.
I patted the space in front of me, catching her attention. “Here, I’ll show you one more. This is easily my best trick, alright? C’mon, c’mon, you gotta sit down.”
She reluctantly agreed, and came to plop down on her hindquarters in front of me. Moving our cider bottles aside, I gestured her forward. “No, closer. We have to be real close for this one.”
She frowned suspiciously but still did as I asked until her forehooves were almost between my knees. I made a grand show of shuffling the cards, which always seemed to impress her. Such a small feat of dexterity probably looked like a lot to someone without opposable thumbs, I guess.
“Now, this trick is really special, alright?” I said impressively. I fanned out the cards and presented them to her. “Alright, pick one.”
She quirked an eyebrow like she was asking if I was really serious but rolled her eyes and pointed at one anyway. I pulled it out and made a show of sliding it away from us, face down on the ground. “Okay, that one goes over there. Now another.”
The next one she pointed out I slid up the sleeve of my shirt, making sure she saw as I did that I didn’t have any other cards up there. One final card I slid into the band on top of her hat like a feather.
“Is this trick gonna do something anytime soon?” AJ asked, growing obviously bored. I decided I needed to wrap it up soon or I’d lose her.
“Yeah, there’s just two more things you gotta do, then you’ll really be surprised!” I said, shuffling the deck again. I didn’t really need to, but it made for a nice distraction. “First, close your eyes.”
“Really?” AJ asked, completely deadpan. “Ain’t no magic if ya can’t watch it happen!”
“Would you just trust me? It’ll be so worth it.”
AJ sighed and for a minute looked like she was going to refuse. But finally she rolled her eyes again and closed them.
“Okay, and the last thing… stick out your tongue.”
“This had better be one darn good trick, Anon, or so help me…” she groused. Falling silent, she did stick out her tongue. It cut an adorable picture, AJ with her freckles and sun-dappled orange fur, sticking her pink little tongue out about an inch and a half. Her eyes were scrunched tight like she was really fighting to keep them closed. She probably felt pretty stupid, sitting there like that.
She was about to feel a lot stupider.
I sat the deck of cards down on the ground as silently as I could than sat up so that I was only kneeling on my knees. Being utterly careful to not bump into AJ’s face now that we were only inches apart, I quietly pulled down the waistband of my sweatpants and underwear, letting my dick pop out into the cool air.
Already somewhat aroused just by the notion of what I planned to do, it only took a few quick strokes to get at half-mast. I drew closer to her face and could feel the breath coming out of her nose against my skin. It only served to make me harder. By the time I was ready to move, I was almost fully erect.
“Anon?” AJ asked thickly around her tongue. “Summin’ smeths weerd…”
Not wasting another second, I brought my head down onto her tongue, bumping the tip against her upper lip. Immediately my skin was alight was the warmth and wetness of her saliva. I knew I had to act fast before she could react, but even so I couldn’t help but relish the feeling of her tongue’s every bump and ridge as I dragged my dick down its length.
AJ reeled back almost like I’d struck her as I collapsed back onto my ass. Her eyes flew open, wide and afire with ¬confusion and –probably well-deserved– righteous indignation.
“What the hay was–? Are you kiddin’ me?! Was that yer–?” she sputtered, hardly able to get a word out around how surprised she was. She jumped upright, gagging and trying to scrape her tongue off with a forehoof.
I was laughing too hard at the look on her face or the way she was hopping around like a squirrel on a hot tin roof to pull my pants back up or realize that she was winding up to punch me. The blow struck me hard in the gut, knocking the wind out of me and pushing me backwards onto the ground. I lay there gasping for breath, seeing stars burst in front of my eyes for what could have been either a few minutes or several hours before I came to again.
As my sight swam back into focus and a coughing fit subsided, I managed to realize that the orange blur in front of me was AJ’s face. Her expression was set into the meanest scowl I’d ever seen on her and I swear I could see steam billowing from her ears.
“Yer one disgustin’ pervert, ya hear me?!” she barked in my face. “What you did ain’t right! Y’all should at least have the decency t’ask a mare first if she wants yer southern parts pressed up against her poor taste buds!”
“AJ?” I asked. My voice came out as little more than a croak and I thumped my chest to try and right it. “Would you like my… heh, ‘southern parts’ pressed up against your poor taste buds?”
A twitch in the corner of her eye was the first crack in her mean mask. The next was the sudden forced nature of her frown, like she was trying really, really hard not to smile. Finally her lips began to purse like she was sucking on a sour candy and she burst out into a noise that was somewhere between a guffaw and a sigh.
“Consarnit, Anon, you jus’ don’t know when to give up, do you?”
For just a second, she started to back up from her position hovering over me, but then she stopped like an idea just occurred to her. I started to get worried when a devilish smirk appeared on her face, and it wasn’t helped when she swept her treasured hat off her head and dropped it to the ground. The same hoof that removed her hat fell to my chest where it began rubbing in small, sensual circles.
“Well, I guess if that’s what ya really want…”
I watched in stunned silence as she turned away from me, and I realized in that moment that the front of my pants was still pulled down. I became even more aware of this fact when AJ ducked her head down towards my lap.
She chuckled to herself, blasting my skin with her hot breath. “Awww, look’it that! You humans got yerselves cute li’l peckers, don’tcha? Here I was thinkin’ a big ol’ thing like yerself’d be packin’ down below.”
“Yeah well they don’t say ‘hung like a horse’ for nothing,” I grumbled.
“Now, don’t whine. You sound like Apple Bloom when she don’t get seconds on desserts.”
I wanted to make a comeback that would surely prove that I wasn’t comparable to a little filly, but AJ beat me to the punch by running the tip of her tongue along the entire length of my dick. Though getting punched in the gut and nearly blacking out for a minute had dulled my arousal, the instant her slick, strong tongue met my flesh I was hard as diamond again.
A second later, her plush, pillowy lips locked around my tip. I groaned in ecstasy as her hot tongue slathered against my crown. When she tried to chuckle, her entire mouth vibrated, sending shivers throughout my body.
AJ wasted no time in pulling the rest of my length into her wet, welcoming maw. Her lips embraced, her tongue caressed; every single inch of my member of oved and pleasured in a carnal oral dance, the likes of which AJ seemed to be a seasoned master.
It was too much. Too many months of no action, coupled with her expert technique threw me over the edge before I really even had the chance to enjoy it. The familiar pull welled up deep in my groin, and my hands shot up of their own accord to grip her body, if only just to have something to hold on to. To my surprise, at the last minute before I came, AJ pulled completely off of me, letting my dick slap against my stomach. Not to leave it unattended, however, she placed one more long lick from tip to base.
That was when it happened.
I came, hard. I splattered rope after rope of sticky white seed all over the both of us. My stomach, her chin, neck and chest. It felt like I emptied the entirety of my balls all in those few moments. And the whole time, AJ was there, kissing and licking and suckling; laughing all the while. Each throaty rumble vibrated my length, almost sending me on another orgasm right then and there.
My senses went dark again, though after a minute I realized it was because I’d closed my eyes. I opened them again about the time that AJ was pulling herself off of me. I was thinking up something witty to say when something heavy dropped directly onto my chest. For the second time that day, I had the wind knocked out of me.
“Well shoot, pardner, yer kinda pent up down there! How often you sow some seeds?” AJ asked from her perch atop me. She was making herself comfortable, tucking her forelegs under herself atop my chest. She was utterly covered in spunk, to the point her fur looked more white than orange. A particularly large strand was hanging precariously off of her nose, though she didn’t seem to either notice or care and she smirked down at me.
“Sow some seeds…?”
“Sure, sugarcube!” AJ said, happy as a lark. “Plowing the field, pollinating the blossoms, bein’ a stud! You know, gettin’ laid!”
“Not nearly as often as I’d like…” I groused, the balloon in my chest popping rather spectacularly.
AJ grinned again, and ear-to-ear thing that made her whole face light up, though that might have just been the sun reflecting off of all the jizz. To my immense disgust, she bowed down to kiss me, smearing a load of saliva and spunk all over me as well. Though then again, for the chance to kiss her maybe it was a small price to pay.
When she pulled away, she stared deep into my eyes as she brushed my hair with a hoof. “Well, how’d ya like to do this again then sometime?”
I reached up to return the gesture, running my fingers through her silky cornfield of a mane. “I’d quite like that.”
I almost took back the sentiment when she sighed and cuddled against me, smooshing loads of sperm into my shirt such that I felt the wetness on my chest. Regardless, we were both already a mess, so I figured to hell with it and held her tight against me.
We lay there for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow, until I saw AJ’s ears perk up. A second later, the sound of small hooves pattering close came from behind us. I didn’t have the time to blink, let alone try to pull my pants up, before a tiny red-maned filly skidded to a halt a few feet from us.
“AJ, Anon, its dinner time! C’mon!” she squealed with all the exuberance that a growing young filly could manage, though a second later her expression turned curious. “Anon, why’s yer wiener out? And Applejack, what’s that gunk all o’er yer face?”
“Uh…” AJ and I said simultaneously. We looked at each other uneasily, though AJ was the first to recover. She smiled comfortingly to Apple Bloom and said, "Well I already ate, sugarcube, but I guess I got room for another round."