Twilight loved Pinkie Pie for as long as she could think of. Granted, it did cause some confusion inside of her for the most part. A quiet reserved bookworm falling for a hyperactive party pony? That seemed like something out of those bad romance novels that Twilight borrowed from Rarity.
But it was the truth. The unicorn remembered the day she first revealed her feeling for Pinkie during Spike 17th birthday party; she remembered how happy she felt when the happy pink pony told her she loved her as well. At first, Twilight was afraid of the rejection she would have to face from their other friends, a fear that was thankfully rendered moot by the words of congratulations coming from the other Elements.
There were many things about Pinkie’s behavior that confused Twilight. However, she paid no heed to these mannerisms, instead only focusing on loving Pinkie as she loved her.
Tonight, on the other hoof, was something else entirely.
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“Ya know Twilight, I’ve been thinking,” said Pinkie as she continued nibbling on Twilight’s ear. The lilac unicorn tried her hardest to stifle a moan that rose from her throat.
“What…what were you thinking about?” squeaked Twilight as her lover began making her way down her neck.
Immediately, Pinkie stopped her playful nips, much to the disappointment of Twilight. “Well,” she began, “how about we play a game?”
“A game?”
Pinkie nodded quickly; “Yep! It’s a fun game!” she exclaimed, and then added in a low tone of voice, almost sultry, “We both take turns licking each other and whoever screams the highest is the winner.” She accentuated this by placing a long, wet kiss on Twilight’s lips.
In different circumstances, Twilight would have most certainly refused such a vulgar game. However, the heat building up between her hind legs said otherwise. Pinkie smiled as Twilight nodded and gently pushed her marefriend until she was lying on her back.
“I go first.” The party pony began to leave a trail of kisses down the unicorn’s body, sucking gently on the flesh. She finally reached her center which had already become wet with excitement. Pinkie began licking around her marehood, teasing the poor bookworm.
“PInkie, please,” pleaded Twilight, unable to withstand such torture. Pinkie obliged her and stuck her tongue into the mare’s slit, eliciting a loud moan from Twilight. She began to move her tongue up and down, indulging in her love’s sweet juices. The pink mare pushed her nose upwards towards Twilight’s clit, causing her to squeal in pleasure. As she licked, Pinkie moved a hoof down towards her own wet marehood and began rubbing herself.
“Pinkie…yes, right there,” gasped the unicorn, already feeling her climax approaching. Pinkie continued licking her, feeling the contours of Twilight’s insides. Eventually, Twilight’s pussy clamped down on Pinkie’s tongue as she screamed her climax. Pinkie hungrily lapped up her juices and crawled over to Twilight’s side.
“Wow,” she giggled, “that was pretty loud. You’re pretty good at this game.”
Twilight couldn’t form any words, her strength slowly returning. Eventually, she pushed Pinkie on her back, straddling her tummy.
She smiled and planted a kiss on the pink filly lips. “My turn.”
Caramel smiled as he examined his good work in the barn. All the hay bales he was supposed to organize were all stacked in nice columns; symmetrical and nary a loose piece in sight. And to think, it only took me the better part of six hours, he thought to himself. With his hoof, he wiped off the beads of sweat that were accumulating on his brow. Despite how difficult working around Sweet Apple Acre was for him, he never once complained. He loved his charge, and always worked with a smile on his face. Granted, he wasn’t as big and strong as Big Macintosh, and he always tended to mess up in almost every one of his tasks. But, he always picked himself up and continued braving the elements in order to accomplish what he would be told to accomplish.
“Boy, I need a shower,” Caramel conceded. He took a few good whiffs of his coat, immediately pulling back in disgust; “I smell like a dirty goblin.” Being from Manehattan, he was always told that a real colt would always do his best to look and smell clean. If his parents had seen him now, they would disown him at an instant.
“Whoowee, now there’s a purty sight,” a voice called out behind him. The tan colt smiled at hearing the sound; he knew exactly to whom it belonged to. He turned towards the source, and came face to face with an orange mare, her Stetson hat slightly tilted as she examined the hay bales. The mare in question was none other than Applejack, one of the owners of the farm; his friend, his love. For five months, they had been together, much to the glee of her family and friends.
He turned back towards his stacks. “Took me a long while, but I think they turned out great,” Caramel said.
“Ah hear that,” Applejack acknowledged, “couldn’t do it better myself.”
The stallion blushed lightly at the compliment. “Come on, AJ, you and I both know you can get this done in under twenty minutes.”
“Shucks Caramel, Ah’m bein’ serious!” she reassured. She approached Caramel and began nuzzling his cheek. He smiled and began to return the gesture; relishing in the softness of her coat against his. He placed a kiss on her forehead, soft and nearly unnoticeable.
“If you’ll excuse honey, I got to take a shower and get this stink off of me.”
He was about to leave the barn before he felt a strong pair of teeth tug onto his tail. Caramel turned his head back, a confused look on his face. He noticed that Applejack was wearing a rather sly look on her face. “Now hold on there, sugarcube,” she said, her voice dropping to an uncharacteristic seductive today, “ain’t you forgetting something?”
The colt looked around the barn, trying to see if he had missed anything. Looking about, he could not find anything out of place. “I don’t think so,” he confessed, “what am I supposed to be forgetting.”
Still smiling, Applejack approached him until their faces were literally inches away from each other. He could feel her hot breath hitting his face until finally; she captured his lips with hers. His eyes widened in surprise, but soon closed as he allowed himself to relax. Her lips always tasted of apples and cider, a taste he could never get enough of. Caramel soon felt her tongue slide along his lips, causing him to allow her entrance to his mouth. He felt the muscle probe every single inch; exploring every nook and cranny. His own tongue rose up to meet hers, beginning a sort of dance between the two.
Eventually, the need for oxygen forced the lovers to separate. They looked at each other through half lidded eyes.
“Don’t you still have some work to do around the farm?” he asked.
“Ah got an hour ta spare. Besides, a quick roll in the hay don’t hurt nopony.”
He smiled and nodded; “I don’t normally do quickies, but for you, I’ll do it.”
Applejack chuckled at his comment and began to push him gently towards the hard soil. She began to leave a trail of kissed down the length of his body. As she kissed, Caramel began to feel a certain “special” part of his body become harder. This did not go unnoticed by the farmer pony; “Well, ain’t we excited today?” She licked his slowly hardening member, causing him to let out a series of gasps. Her tongue licked towards the lip, lapping up the juices that were creeping out of him. Eventually, she took his entire length in her mouth, eliciting a long, pleasured moan. Her head began bobbing up and down, his stallionhood becoming slick with her saliva.
As she continued to pleasure him, Caramel began to feel a pressure build up in his nether regions. “AJ…honey…I’m almost there,” he managed to gasp out. Much to his disappointment, she stopped before his release, but he knew what was coming next. Applejack positioned herself carefully over his cock and lowered herself onto him, her gasps filling the air. As soon as she set herself on him, she began to move her hips against his member. Caramel responded by bucking his own hips upwards in time with her.
The pleasure Caramel was feeling at that moment was near indescribable. The walls of her marehood hugged his dick as he continued to buck upwards. He loved hearing her moan, he loved to make her feel good as she made him feel good. By the look on the mare’s face, she was enjoying every single moment of it. The air inside the barn was filled with the sounds of their passionate lovemaking.
Eventually, the pressure he had felt building up during her oral “servicing” returned, this time stronger than ever. He knew what was about to happen; “AJ, it’s back again.”
“Ah know, sugarcube. Ah’m getting’ there too.”
She began moving her hips faster, the pleasure increasing ten-fold. Eventually, the pressure in Caramel exploded, and he released himself inside her. At the same time, Applejack reached her own climax; their juices mixing and spilling out of her pussy.
She collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily and covered in sweat. They remained that way for a while, exhausted by their mutual exertion.
“See? Didn’t hurt anypony, now did it?” she asked, finally breaking the silence. Caramel responded by placing a long kiss on her lips.
This particular speedfic was not actually a submission to SMPS. In fact, it was a submission for an Equestria After Dark speefic prompt similar to the other blog. I've decided to include the speedfics I write for EQAD in this particular collection so as to not have to create a whole new story.
Thank you, and please enjoy the garbage
Tonight was going to be a special night for Rarity.
All her orders for the week had finally been finished, Sweetie Belle went back home to her parents, and little darling Opal had fallen asleep on her little bed.
Rarity felt her insides churn in excitement; it had been a long while since she had some time to herself. She thought about the different things she could do tonight. Should she read a romance novel? No, she had already read every single book in her collection at least four times. Should she relax by the fireplace with a piping hot cup of hot chocolate at her side? No, she did that last night.
Eventually, she finally came to a decision. All the stress from the past week had begun to build up inside of her. Rarity felt that it wouldn’t hurt to partake in a bout of “stress relief.”
She made sure everything in her room was up to shape before her nighttime “activity.” She made sure that all the curtains were closed, so as to keep her privacy. The room was lined with aromatic candles of various sizes, filling her quarters with the smell of lavender. The phonograph was currently churning music from Octavia Allegreza’s newest record.
“Perfect, absolutely perfect,” she mused as she looked over her hoofiwork.
She trotted over to her four poster bed and laid down on the comfortable silken sheets. She breathed a sigh of satisfaction as she felt the fabric tickle her coat.
It was time to begin....
She began to gently drag her hooves around her body, breathing deeply as did so. The unicorn was trying to conjure a scenario to play in her head so as to make tonight even more interesting. Having read many romantic novels throughout her life, some more “steamy” than others, her imagination was much more active. Sometimes, she would fantasize that she were a mare in distress and she would be saved by a knight in shining armor. Then, she would give her savior free reign to explore every inch of her body.
Her hooves were now approaching a more sensitive part of her body and she let out a gasp as they made contact with her slit.
Maybe she could dream about being a soldier’s wife and having one last night with him before he went off to war.
However, no matter what scenario played in her head, her partner was always the same. In Rarity’s opinion, he was the most special mate that she could have ever known. Ever since he came to age, they had shared each other’s feelings for months now.
That male was none other than the town’s resident drake, Spike; an unlikely couple in every sense of the word. But, she didn’t care, he meant everything for her. For years, she had fantasized about marrying somepony of higher status than her. She dreamed of getting everything she desired, being as big as the most famous of nobleponies. But, she realized that none of them were like Spike; her knight in shining armor. Her dragon.
He was always there for her during her darkest of days. He was always eager to help her, even when fatigue started to creep in. He always treated her like royalty, always at her side when she needed something. When he came of age, she started to feel an attraction to the humble dragon. Now, they were near inseparable.
“Oh Spike....,” she moaned as she began to rub her marehood. She had begun to imagine a particularly fun scenario involving her and Spike at the beach. The fashionista could feel his imaginary lips upon hers and his imaginary claws rubbing her flanks. Rarity began to rub her clit with much more fervor than before. She imagined his long tongue sliding up and down her pussy as she squirmed in pleasure.
Her rubbing became more furious as the dream became dirtier. Rarity could feel him entering her, filling her with his length. Her moans became squeals as she felt her orgasm approach. She rubbed her clitoris hard, praying silently for her release. Eventually, dream Spike released inside of her, driving her over the edge.
“SPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE!!!” she screamed as she climaxed. Suddenly, the door burst open revealing a scared Spike.
“Rarity!” he cried out, looking around the room for signs of danger, “I heard screaming and......” He was cut off by the sight of his marefriend with her hooves between her hind legs. She immediately tried to cover herself but he had already seen her.
It took him a few minutes to process what he was seeing, and he immediately slapped a claw over his eyes. “Oh Rarity, I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have burst in like that!”
“What are you doing here at this hour?” she shouted in an irritated voice.
“I was dropping off some gems like you asked me too when I heard you screaming. i thought you were in danger.”
Rarity mentally facehoofed; how could she have forgotten something like that? “How much did you see?” she asked.
“I didn’t see anything, honest. I’m so sorry, Rarity, I’ll leave right now.” He turned to leave, only to have the door magically slam in his face.
“And just where do you think you’re going?” she inquired in a sultry voice.
Spike rubbed his claws nervously; “Um, back home?” he answered.
A smile began to form on her face; a sly, seductive smile. An idea had begun to form inside her head. Why should she fantasize about having sex with him when the real thing was right in front of her? “Are you really going to leave without giving me a good-night kiss?”
“I, um, well I..” Spike began to stutter. Was Rarity really asking that even after he caught her during a private moment? He was immediately silenced by the strong smell of equine arousal coming from the unicorn. She spread legs, exposing herself while still smiling; poor Spike could not resist such temptation. He slowly approached her and climbed on top of her; his member already poking out from between his scales. Over the past few years, he had grown considerably, a far cry from the small, wadling baby he was when they met.
Neither of them were in the mood for foreplay; there was time for that later. Slowly, he inserted his dragon hood into her slit. Rarity moaned in pleasure as he settled inside of her. She never got tired of this feeling, despite having done it multiple times already. Spike pulled out of her and thrust again, this time a bit harder than before. And again. And again. And again.
Rarity began to feel pressure once again build up in her lower regions. By the sound of it, Spike was close as well. She wrapped her forelegs around his neck and pulled him down for a passionate kiss. Soon, her inner walls clamped down on his member and she felt her juices release. She squealed as the climax washed over her, sweat matting down her fur. Soon after, Spike let out a grunt as he released his love into her and he collapsed beside her.
As the heat of their bodies began to die down, they stared into each other’s eyes silently and lovingly.
“How was that, m’lady” Spike asked.
Rarity brought her hoof up to his face and began to rub it softly.
It was a warm summer day when Twilight Sparkle found herself standing in front of Sugarcube Corner, Ponyville’s largest (and only) depository for sweets and confections. Normally, a mare like Twilight would stay indoors reading over her collection of spell books and ancient tomes, but here she was; outside her natural environment.
She looked at the small slip of paper that she had levitated alongside her during the trip to this particular spot. The handwriting was quick and sloppy, but Twilight did not mind it one single bit; she knew who wrote it.
Dear Twilie,
The unicorn couldn’t help but smile at Pinkie’s little pet name for her. Twilight made a note never to tell her brother that her marefriend had stolen his idea.
Come by Sugarcube Corner at around four o’clock. I got something to share with you and I think you’re gonna love it.
Love and Kisses,
Pinkie, your little pastry chef
“I wonder what she has to show me,” she asked out loud, “only one way to find out.” She approached the door to the confectionary and gave it a single pronounced knock. Before she could knock a second time, the door flew open and she was dragged inside. Before she could protest, she felt a pair of sweet, cupcake flavored lips connect with her own.
She knew who these lips belonged to . The two mares remained in that position for a few minutes before they parted. Pinkie Pie began bouncing up and down in utter joy. “OH TWILIGHT, YOU’RE HERE,” she cried in an elated voice, “YOU’RE HEREYOUREHEREYOUREHERE!!”
“Calm down Pinkie,” said Twilight; Pinkie stopped bouncing but she started to shake excitedly. “Now, what did you want me to see?”
“Oh right! You got my letter! Did you read it? Huh? Huh? Huh?”
The unicorn rolled her eyes; her angel could be such an airhead sometimes. “Yes, Pinkie,” she answered, “If I hadn’t read it, I wouldn’t be here right now.”
“Oops, of course, silly Pinkie!” the pink mare said.
“Now, I reiterate, what did you want to show me?”
The party pony placed a hoof to her chin in thought; it took her a moment to remember, but when she did, a large grin formed on her face. “Well, I was thinking; do you remember that little game we played a week ago?”
Twilight’s face burned at the mention of their little nighttime “activity”. “Um, yeah, I remember. You won, if I recall.”
“I did, didn’t I? But, you did pretty good also, for a beginner.”
The scholarly mare rubbed her leg in a mixture of pride and embarrassment. Are we really discussing this right now? she thought to herself. “Thank you, I guess, but that doesn’t explain why you told me to come over.”
Immediately, Pinkie approached Twilight with a seductive look in her eyes and stopped near her face. She shuddered as she felt her lover’s breath hit her ear. “I was thinking: maybe we should play that game again,” Pinkie whispered softly.
Twilight felt her whole face go red at the proposition. “I don’t know Pinkie, what if someone hears us?”
The look on the pink pony’s face went from sultry to pleading in no time. “Aw please Twilie? It’ll be fun, I promise!”
“Pinkie…” Twilight tried to protest, but stopped as Pinkie began her dreaded “puppy dog eyes” technique. “Oh no, that’s not going to work this time.”
Then came the lip quivering and whimpering.
The unicorn felt all of her resolve melt away at that instant. “Fine, I’ll do it, but only because I love you," she groaned.
“HURRAY!” cried Pinkie as she resumed her happy bouncing, “Let’s go upstairs, we’ll be safe there.” And with that, she began bouncing towards and up the wooden steps that led to her bedroom. Twilight followed suit, glancing at her mare’s large round flanks that she enjoyed rubbing.
When they reached the bedroom, Twilight pounced on top of Pinkie; a move that shocked even the normally reserved librarian. She took Pinkie’s lips with her own, her tongue diving into her mouth. Even her breath tastes like cake, she mused as her tongue probed every inch of the party mare’s oral cavity. Pinkie’s own muscle rose up to meet hers, the two curving on top of one another.
Eventually, the need for live giving oxygen forced the two to begrudgingly separate. The two mares stared into each other’s eyes with lust, and a bit of love. Twilight soon began to leave a trail of kisses down Pinkie’s body, starting from her neck. Her lower lips moistened at the thought of making her little pastry chef cry out in pleasure, but her dreams were soon halted by two hooves stopping her.
She let out a small whine at being denied her prize, but Pinkie’s lips on hers softened the blow. “I’m sorry Twilie,” said Pinkie, combing Twilight’s mane with her hoof, “I just want to try something out with you. Turn around, and lift your rump up.”
The unicorn did as she was told and she laid down on her forelegs, lifting her rump in front of Pinkie’s face. For good measure, she moved her tail to the side, exposing her glistening sex to her lover. Twilight waited in anticipation for Pinkie to dive right into her, but that never came. For a while, she thought the party lover was teasing her, but that soon was dashed out of her mind as she felt Pinkie’s own luscious rump connect with hers.
Pleasure shot through Twilight’s body as their sexes rubbed against each other. The earth pony began to move her hips in a circle, causing their two nether lips to kiss more and more. Twilight repeated her gestures, causing her to moan in absolute bliss.
This was unlike anything she had ever felt before. This was nothing like Pinkie’s tongue inside of her, nor was it like those nights when she pleasured herself with her hoof. This, this was better, much better!
“Oh Goddess Pinkie!” moaned Twilight, “that feels so good!”
Pinkie said nothing as she began to move faster, her tongue rolling out of her mouth. Twilight’s gasps and moans were now replaced with squeals as she felt her release approach.
“Pinkie.. I’m ...I’m gonna,” Twilight managed to gasp out. At hearing the unicorn’s words, Pinkie began to bump her rump against Twilight’s.
That was the final straw. Both mares screamed as they climaxed in unison, their juices spilling down their slits and onto a small puddle on the hardwood floor. Pinkie continued bumping against Twilight, making sure their nectars mixed. Twilight, exhausted by her orgasm, collapsed onto the floor, her breaths coming out as quick gasps.
For a moment, they remained silent; the only sound being that of Pinkie crawling over to Twilight and nuzzling her neck.
“So, who do you think won that time?” asked Twilight, breaking the silence.
Pinkie smiled and gave Twilight a loving kiss on the lips.
She shouldn’t be doing this, that much was certain for Luna. Every single inch of her conscience told her to desist, to forget about it and pretend this never happened.
But she didn’t stop.
As she laid on her bed, she observed the object in front of her. It was round; perfectly sculpted crystal with nary a blemish in sight. To a normal pony of the populace, it seemed like nothing more than an oversized piece of jewelry.
But Luna knew the truth behind the ball before her.
The Eye of Equestria, that was what Tia called it. An heirloom passed down through generations of the Royal Family. It was said that it could allow one of powerful magic to be able to view any location inside Equestria. Just a bit of concentration, and the land would no longer hold secrets from her.
And now, it was in her hooves.
Celestia had told her that such a device was not to be taken lightly, that it should only be used in matters of extreme importance. “It is not a toy,” she said, “it is dangerous.” The princess of the night could not believe that such a harmless looking sphere could potentially be of danger r magic and concentrated.to herself or the Kingdom.
Curiosity, that was her flaw.
Being trapped in that barren wasteland for over a millennia, she was confused by all the changes that had occurred in her absence. Did the ponies still shy away from her glorious night? Do they still ignore her artistry? She had to know.
And so, without any further hesitation, she enveloped the Eye with he
Immediately, her mind was assaulted by images of different areas of Equestria. She breathed deeply and the rush of images soon died down until it stopped.
It was incredible! She could see the entire expanse of her and Tia’s realm, from the highest mountain, to the modest hills. She took another deep breath and began to form an image in her head. The Eye soon set its sights on the Royal palace, specifically, her sister’s bedchambers. Judging from the gentle rise and fall of the sheets on the bed, Luna deduced that Celly was still fast asleep.
That meant that she would not be interrupted tonight.
The dark blue alicorn’s mind raced at the possibilities that confronted her. What should she look for? Who could she observe? What wonders could she be witness to?
But, one name did cross her mind. A pony who she considered to be a valuable confidant and friend.
Twilight Sparkle.
The pony who saved her from Nightmare Moon’s cold embrace. The pony who did not flee from her in fear. The pony who helped her be accepted in Ponyville.
It wouldn’t hurt to just check up on her and see if she was well.
Luna concentrated once more and conjured up the image of Twilight’s humble abode, The Eye complying with her wishes.
The library look dead without any of the lights on. Perhaps she was already asleep, but Luna decided to look further. The Eye, seemingly reading her thoughts, showed her the interior of the house.
Nothing, not even a mouse stirring. Every fiber of her brain told her to just stop right there and leave it at that. But Luna just wanted to see more, so she silently pleaded the sphere to show her the bedroom. The Eye complied, and what she saw took her by surprise.
It appeared that she wasn’t asleep.
But, what caught her off guard was the fact that twilight was not alone. In the dark of the room, Luna could barely make out a figure below her. Seemingly out of it’s own volition, The Eye lit up, allowing Luna a better view of the stranger.
The figure was a stallion, a big one at that, with a dark red coat and an orange mane. Luna gasped as she noticed that the two ponies were kissing, their legs wrapped around each other.
This was wrong, so very wrong. Luna could not just violate their moment of privacy, it was unethical and completely against all sorts of moral standards.
But, she didn’t pull away. Something inside her would not allow her to tear her gaze away from the act occurring in front of her. It was as if some sort of force was beckoning her to watch. For a while, she just laid there on her bed, watching as the couple’s lovemaking soon escalated. The stallion, with a softness that completely clashed with his appearance, pushed Twilight to the side and onto her back. Luna blushed as the stranger began to leave a trail of kisses down the length of the unicorn’s body. As he reached Twilight’s slit, Luna felt her hoof guiding itself along her stomach.
Oh Goddess, not only was she going to spy on them, but she was going to pleasure herself while they made love?
But, Luna paid no heed to the voice in her head. She was already at the point of no return.
She guided her hoof between her legs and began rubbing herself gently as the stallion began to lick Twilight’s marehood. She could not hear what was happening, but judging from the expression on the librarian’s face, she was enjoying it immensely. Luna rubbed a bit harder, gasping as she brush a particularly sensitive spot.
It had been a long, long while since she partook in some “relief.”
Luna was rubbing herself furiously as the stallion entered Twilight. The poor scholar’s face contorted in pain, a sign that this was definitely her first time, causing Luna to feel a bit of remorse for her sister’s pupil. But, her expression changed to one of pure pleasure, signaling her partner to continue.
He continued thrusting into her, over and over, with Twilight wrapping her back legs around his waist, pulling him inside again and again. Luna continued pleasuring her marehood, he face flushed and her tongue rolling slightly out of her mouth.
The irony of the situation amused her. Luna, a princess that could have anypony that she desired, was aroused by the sight of others having intercourse.
She had no time to muse on that as she felt pressure build up in her nethers. She was getting close to release. By the look of the lovers’ faces, so were they. Quickly, Luna levitated a pillow and brought it towards her.
The floodgates opened, and she screamed her orgasm into the pillow, not wanting to wake all of Canterlot with her pleasure. She felt a wetness rushing out of her cave and onto her silken sheets. At the same time, Twilight and her stallion finished their little “fun”, and promptly collapsed on the bed.
As she recovered from her climax, Luna noted that the Eye had gone inert once more. She gently took it in her hooves and placed it under her bed. She had more plans for the wonderful device.
Perhaps this wasn’t such a bad idea, she thought as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
South of Equestria, far away from the lush forests and rolling hills, sits a single, solitary town: Appleloosa. A sort of “oasis” in the vast rugged wastes of the desert, it sits alone in the face of the harsh elements. In the eyes of most ponies, this backwater town is nothing special, inhabited mostly by the ponies of the earth.
However, there is one thing that sets this town apart from its surroundings. Just near the outskirts sits a veritable forest of apple trees, the largest in this part of Equestria. This orchard, planted in just a year, grew to be the town’s lifeline. But, it has almost brought the town to ruin, its locating angering the neighboring buffalo tribes whose stampeding grounds were covered by the trees. Thankfully, thanks due in part to the deliciousness of apple pies, the two sides came to a truce, and the town continued to prosper.
But, our story is not about the orchard, it being merely the setting. No, our story concerns the lonely soul that trudged through the path in the cold desert night. He walked silently, taking care in not making a sound. He was a medium sized pony, bright coat and orange mane. He wore a leather vest and a brown cowpony hat sat upon his head. His flanks were marked with the image of a bright red apple, a symbol of his talent and profession.
Braeburned continued glancing behind him, making sure he wasn’t being followed. He knew that what he was about to do was not entirely accepted by everypony in his town. A small part of his mind pleaded with him to come to his senses and turn back, to return to his comfortable bed and forget this all happened. But that small part was drowned out by the larger, less sensible chunk of his brain. At this point, he didn’t rightly care what could have happened.
“You’re late.” A voice called out from the trees, stopping Braeburn in his tracks. He turned to the direction the soft, feminine sound came from and saw what he had come all this way for. She was a small thing, barely reaching the farmer’s height, with a brown coat and an amber mane. Her head was adorned with a bird feather, a symbol of fertility in her tribe. She was a buffalo, and by all intents and purposes, she shouldn’t have been there.
“Ah was, ah was getting us some food,” he answered, gesturing towards the saddlebags hanging from his sides. He lifted the flaps, exposing some plump, freshly picked Red Gala apples. He gave her a small, apologetic smile, which seemed to ease the buffalo.
She returned the smile and gestured towards the trees, beckoning the stallion to follow her. He complied, and they made their way through the mass of branches and roots. After what seemed like a few minutes, they finally reached a small clearing near the edge of the orchard. In the middle, a small fire was burning, warming the otherwise cold night. A large silk blanket was laid out on the ground, far enough from the crackling embers of the fire.
Braeburned stared at the site in amusment. “Ya sure outdid yerself, Strongheart,” he said, “where’d ya get the fire wood?” Little Strongheart pawed at the ground nervously. “I, um, peeled some of the bark off the trees,” she conceded, “sorry.” The farmer couldn’t really be mad at her, especially considering the effort she put in setting up this spot. “Ah’ll tell the others that it was termites,” he reassured her. He laid down of the blanket, patting the spot next to him. The buffalo understood the message and lied down next to him, nuzzling his coat softly.
They laid there for a while, merely enjoying each other’s company. “Ah, ah missed you, ya know?” the farmer said, breaking the silence. He accentuated this by placing a small kiss on the native’s head.
Strongheart blushed deeply and responded with a kiss as well, this time on his lips. Braeburned did not object to her boldness, and he closed his eyes, kissing her back with much fervor. When they separated, they looked into lovingly into each other’s eyes.
“Ah love you, darling. The folks back home don’t really like it, but Ah don’t care,” He whispered into her ear. She smiled and pecked his lips. “Ayoo aniinish'ni,” she returned in her native language, “my tribe may be at peace with yours, but they wouldn’t approve of this.”
Their lips connected again, this time stronger than before. Their mouths opened and their tongues began a lover’s dance. Braeburned felt his stallionhood stand to as they kissed. Judging from the smell of arousal, he could tell she was excited as well.
They missed this, they wanted this, they needed this.
When the need for air forced them to separate, he found himself on top of her, poised at her entrance. He stared at her face, looking for some sort of confirmation before beginning the act. She craned her head up and licked his muzzle; that was all the confirmation he needed.
He entered her, eliciting a gasp from both of them. Weeks of meeting like this have bestowed them a fair amount of experience with sex. They moved like clockwork, him thrusting gently into her, and her moving her hips up to meet his. Every time they did this, they felt more alive than usual; their love for each other fueling their act with more passion than the love poems of old.
Eventually, the farmer felt the pressure build up in his loins, signaling the end of their fun. He slammed his hips into her and felt himself tense up as he released his seed into her. At the same time, her inner walls clenched as she climaxed, her juices mixing with his.
Fatigue hit him like a stone block and he collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. He opened his eyes and smiled as he saw her sleeping lightly.
Looks like those apples are gonna have to wait till tomorrow, he thought to himself. He closed his eyes, and fell asleep, next to the buffalo that he loved.
