An Elusive Opportunity
He's at the boutique for one simple reason: to tell Elusive the new schedule for the group's big trip to Manehattan. But of course, it's Elusive, so 'simple' is out of the question.
"Applejack, you know very well why such an early train is unreasonable," huffs Elusive. "I believe in taking care of myself; that's why I eat a balanced diet, do a rigorous exercise routine, and have a very specific ritual for getting up in the mornings."
Applejack groans and rolls his eyes, but Elusive continues on, unperturbed. "The train is on Saturday. On Saturday, I wake up and put an ice pack on my face to reduce puffiness while doing stomach crunches – I can do a thousand now. After I remove the ice pack, I use a deep-pore cleanser lotion. In the shower I use a water-activated gel cleanser, then a honey-almond coat scrub, and on the face an exfoliating gel scrub. After that I apply an herb-mint facial masque, which I leave on for ten minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine: An after shave lotion with little or no alcohol, then moisturiser, then an anti-aging eye balm followed by a final moisturising protective lotion. You see, Applejack, there is an idea of an Elusive-"
“Oh landsakes, 'Lucy, it ain't gonna kill you to drop your fru-fru pretty-boy act for one day!” says Applejack, irritation clear in his voice. “I don't see why you do all that stuff anyhow. It seems kinda faggy to me...”
Elusive lifts a mug from the kitchen table, takes a sip of French roast coffee, and raises his eyebrows at his friend. “'Faggy,' Applejack?”
“Yeah. You know, like them queerosexuals.” Applejack shifts from hoof to hoof, looking slightly uncomfortable with the topic. “Always dressing all fancy like, and speaking like mares.”
“I see,” says Elusive, nodding slowly and taking another sip of coffee. “And you have a problem with, hmm, homosexuals, I take it?”
“Damn straight I do.” Applejack's nostrils flare and his voice is tinged with righteous indignation. “Bunch of unnatural perverts. It's sick!”
“Oh?”
“Sex should be between a mare and a stallion. It's for making foals, not for doing every deviant desire that pops into a ponies head. But the homos? They don't care, nah, they don't care about none of that! With them types, it's just twenty-four hour butt-fucking, sucking each other's cocks, balls slapping against curvy, coltish flanks; it makes me sick, it makes me just – just burn inside. With anger!”
Applejack snorts with frustration and starts pacing around Elusive's kitchen, then continues, “But you know what the worst thing is, 'Lucy? The way they push it on everypony else. It just ain't fair, us normal folk don't have a chance against them! All that queer sex is about pure pleasure, getting the most orgasms possible – us straights can't compete against that! It's disgusting, 'Lucy, it's depraved, it's filthy, it's-”
Applejack's rant is silenced as Elusive presses his soft lips to his mouth. When the farmer's lips part in shock, the white stallion slips his tongue between them. Elusive holds the kiss for a few seconds, eyes closed, pressed firmly against his friend, and then steps back. Applejack's eyes are wide open, and his face is twisted with rage and horror.
“You – you kissed me on the lips, like a homosexual! What the hay, 'Lucy, I ain't no queer!”
“I beg to differ, Applejack, for three reasons. One, your face was flushing and your pupils were dilating as you talked about homosexuality, and you were shifting from hoof to hoof. It's clearly something you find dirty yet stimulating. Two, you mentioned all the words describing gay ponies with disdain, but spoke the words describing sexual acts with a nervous, furtive tone. That's a sure sign that you've displaced your guilt over being intrigued by these acts into anger against ponies you see as responsible for your temptations. Three, you have a massive erection swinging between your legs.”
Applejack nearly falls over crossing his toned, muscular legs, and stammers excuses. “That – that – that don't mean nothing and you know it! It's cold in here, and, and I was thinking of real pretty mares, like Caramel and Gleaming Shield and Rainbow Blitz – I mean NOT Rainbow Blitz because you – you're just using your fancy book-learning to play mind tricks on me! I ain't gonna stand for this, Elusive, you're lucky I don't kick you right in the-”
Elusive kisses him again, rougher this time, putting a hoof around the farmer's muscular neck, mussing up his wild blond mane. He pulls back from Applejack, plants a tiny peck on his lips, and holds him close so that their noses are touching. “Now, if you're sure you hate this, you can back away and kick me in the face, though I'd rather you didn't, yes?”
“Uh-huh...”
“But if part of you – if only a tiny part of you wants to sample a little more...”
“Y-yeah?”
“Then lean forward just a little, and touch your lips to mine.”
Applejack swallows and lets his eyes drift shut. Slowly, anxiously, he inches his mouth closer to Elusive's. His rough lips graze Elusive's, then he melts into a soft, sensual kiss. Applejack's stomach churns and his heart beats a drumroll inside him, torn between the pleasure of the kiss and the self loathing for liking it. Even as his conscience screams 'no,' his cock throbs with arousal.
Elusive pushes Applejack backwards onto the table, nipping at the farmer's neck, nuzzling him, groping him, caressing him. With a smirk, he knocks Applejack's hat off. As Applejack opens his mouth to protest, Elusive yanks the farmer's tail hard with his magic. Applejack throws his head back, lets out a girlish squeal, and blushes redder than his big sister. He tries to speak, but can't find the words.
Elusive grins like a shark. “Oh.” It's a heavy, knowing 'oh' that drops like a stone into water, sending portentous ripples through the room. He pushes into Applejack, putting him on his back. “This is what excites you, isn't it? Being pushed around, letting another stallion have his way with you? Well,” he says, leaning up to Applejack's ear, “It's your lucky day, darling...”
He nips Applejack's ear, and trails a hoof down to the farmer's shaft. It's the lightest of grazes, but Applejack pushes his hips up and grunts with pleasure. “My, my, Applejack, you're rather hard for a straight stallion,” says the tailor, “You're twitching like a colt catching his first scent of a mare in heat.”
“That – that don't mean nothing,” says Applejack, a tell-tale scrunch of the mouth and flick of the eyes giving him away.
Elusive hops up onto the table, sitting on the edge, and gently pushes Applejack off of it. The flustered farmpony lands in a pile on the floor. He'd known that his image-obsessed friend spent a fair amount of time working out, but hadn't realised there was power behind his showy physique. A white hoof is stroking his mane. Elusive moves his legs apart, and Applejack finds himself staring right at his friend's member. It's jet black, and an average size, though maybe a little thinner than most. Sleek. A tasteful sort of penis.
Elusive's hoof grazes the farmer's cheek. “Kiss it.”
Applejack is torn between revulsion and burning, compelling lust. He inches forward, ever so slowly. Elusive his scrupulously clean, and his length smells only of moisturiser with a hint of aftershave. Applejack is less than an inch away, now. He can feel the heat radiating off his friend. Shuddering, he plants his lips on Elusive's flesh. Part of him wants to throw up, to punch his friend in the face and sprint to the farm, never looking back.
That part of him is no longer in control.
He closes his eyes as Elusive runs a hoof through his rough mane. “Don't stop, you talented little thing.” Applejack slowly, hesitantly kisses the hot shaft again. Then a third time. A fourth. Fifth. He opens his mouth and touches his warm, wet tongue to Elusive's length. There's the slightest hint of salt, and wonderful warmth. “Ohhh, that's divine. Lick me, Applejack. Be my sweet Apple mare.”
Something shifts inside Applejack, and he loses himself in his task. He closes his eyes and runs his tongue up and down Elusive's length, before opening his mouth and taking the tip between his lips. His lips and tongue are rougher than a mare's, providing Elusive with pleasant friction. The tailor begins to pump his length in and out of his friend's mouth, slowly at first, then at an indulgently swift pace. “Look up at me, darling.” Applejack groans with lust and stares up at Elusive. “You have the loveliest green eyes, Applejack. They're just – ohhh...”
Applejack silently obeys, sucking Elusive's cock, dragging his tongue over the tip and feeling it pulse and twitch in his mouth. The feelings of disgust and self-loathing are starting to fade but the driving lust is stronger than ever. He brings a hoof up to softly stroke the base of Elusive's member. The unicorn is breathing hard, strands of his neatly-combed mane falling across his face. “That – that's very good. Oh, Applejack...”
It's not quite heavenly. Applejack is inexperienced and his attentions are clumsy, but that doesn't matter. He's letting a great burden fall, throwing away that one lie about himself that dragged the honest pony down. He's shed his inhibitions and is willingly servicing Elusive. A whole battalion of whores couldn't turn Elusive on as much as that. He can't stand this any longer. He needs more.
Elusive places a hoof under his friend's chin and pulls him from his task. “Applejack, would you like... more? Of this?”
Applejack looks to the side, a heavy blush on his face. He looks back at his friend with the cutest, most innocent expression, and gives a tiny nod.
“Yeah. I think I would.”
“Follow me then, up to my bedroom. It wouldn't do to have Soprano walking in on us, after all...”
* * *
Elusive smacks Applejack cutie-mark sharply as they walk through his bedroom door. The farmer blushes, but laughs and shoves his friend back. With his magic, Elusive lifts a few pillows from his bed and piles them on the floor. He plants a soft kiss on Applejack's ear, and whispers, “Bow your face down on the pillows, and stick those darling flanks of yours up in the air.”
Applejack pauses for a second, then nuzzles Elusive before trotting over to the pillows. Soon his taut, muscular flanks are wiggling in the air, atop his powerful legs. Elusive melts at the sight and rushes over, kissing, groping and caressing the farmer's flanks, whispering sultry sounds and words of affection. His eyes roll back as he inhales his friend's musky, earthy scent, a far cry from Elusive's bouquet of aftershaves, soaps and moisturisers. With a depraved shudder, Elusive plants his face between Applejack's flanks and starts to lick.
Applejack gives a start as the warm, wet tongue slides against his flankhole. “Gck! Lucy – what the hay?” he says, as Elusive lovingly flicks his tongue around, pushing it gently into his lover. “That's completely – that's... that actually feels kinda good...” His face burns with shame and lust, and he coos softly as he enjoys the tailor's generous rimjob. Every gentle lick and lap from Elusive goes straight to Applejack's cock, which is strainingly, painfully hard, as if it would shatter like china if tapped too hard.
He feels cool air on his backside as Elusive backs off. He cranes his head, and sees his friend fetching a bottle of something from his bedside table, a small plastic bottle. Elusive pops the top off and levitates it over to Applejack's flanks, pouring cool liquid onto the farmer's flanks. Applejack shivers at the sensation of slick lubricant drizzling down his flanks and legs. A gentle scent of vanilla reaches the farmer's nose. “Just like 'Lucy,” he thinks, “Even his buttfucking oil smells fancy...”
Elusive places his toned, white forelegs on Applejack's back and slips his member between Applejack's slick, golden flanks, the tip poking the farmer's tail. He moves his erection around, spreading the drizzles of lube across his lover's luscious butt, letting Applejack feel the heat of his length. He lines his cock up with Applejack's flankhole, then leans forward to nuzzle his friend's rough mane, inhaling the smell of sweat, musk, and a hint of apple peel.
He stays there above his friend, not moving. Applejack pushes his flanks back into him, but Elusive teases the farmer, not quite penetrating, keeping the tip of his cock just out of reach. He nibbles Applejack's ear, and gets an irritated grunt in return. “Do you want it, Applejack?” he asks, “I want to hear you say it...”
Applejack rolls his eyes once more. “Really, 'Lucy?”
“Oh yes, darling.”
“...just shut up and rut me, already.”
Elusive grins, and plants a sultry kiss under Applejack's ear. “As you command.”
Neither say a word as Elusive pushes his shaft into Applejack's tight apple butt. Applejack lets out a soft groan when Elusive is completely inside him, and then rolls his flanks up into his friend. Elusive can feel Applejack's cock twitching through the farmer's prostate. Applejack's ass is tight and hot, gripping his shaft like a warm glove, radiating sinful heat.
“How does that feel, mon amour?”
“Mmhm. Good. Keep going...”
Their dance begins. They move with each other in a slow, sultry, easy rhythm, their hips rolling back and forth in perfect synchronicity. Elusive's weight is forward, aiming his cock directly downwards so it rubs against Applejack's prostate with every stroke. Applejack's eyes are tightly closed and his mane is plastered to his forehead. He's grunting in pleasure with every stroke. His little noises delight Elusive, who nuzzles and kisses Applejack's powerful neck in return.
The room fills with the low, satisfied sounds of their lovemaking, the grunts and tiny moans, the thump of Elusive's hips on Applejack's rump, the stupidly pleasurable little slaps of Applejack's rock-hard length against his own stomach. Applejack is stunned by how good it feels. Elusive is surprisingly strong for a fussy tailor; it seems all the vanity work on his physique paid dividends. He's wrapped around Applejack like a heavy blanket in winter. It's an odd sensation. It feels affectionate, intimate. Safe, even. Applejack turns his head so that Elusive can kiss him. A white muzzle presses against his own. It's a hungry, frantic kiss. Even as it ends they stay in place, their muzzles touching against each other, the pair connected at both ends.
Applejack starts to clench his flanks and ass as his friend withdraws and relaxing them as he thrusts in. Elusive moans at the sensation; each stroke sinks him into a depraved, hot marshmallow, and then squeezes and caresses his length as he pulls out. He looks down, and sees a delicious sight underneath his Applejack. The farmer's cock is drooling precum, trailing into a patch of clear, sticky liquid on the carpet. He kisses Applejack's mane, and whispers, “Look at you, you little slut. I haven't even touched your length, and you're about to finish. You're my mare, Jackie, my sweet apple mare, ready to come your brains out from penetration alone. Mhm, tell me, tell me what you are, Applejack, tell me what you want.”
“Mmhm – I'm yer lil' filly, an' I – ahh! I want you to fuck me, Lucy, I want you to rut me into the ground, like that, just like that!” Applejack lets out an embarrassingly feminine squeak and stutters out, “Ahhh, Ah'm gonna!”
Applejack shouts as he comes, spraying powerful jets of cum onto the carpet beneath him. It's so forceful he can barely breathe, his eyes uncrossing as he empties his balls. His flanks and tight hole clench spastically with his orgasm, sending Elusive over the edge a moment later. The tailor pulls out of his friend and glazes Applejack's apple cutie mark with his sticky cream. He comes so hard he loses balance, and falls onto his rump after painting his lover's flanks white.
Elusive brushes his sweaty mane from his forehead and takes a deep, sucking breath, before looking over at his friend. Applejack is already getting to his hooves, a testament to the stallion's stamina. The farmer walks over to Elusive and plants a restrained yet affectionate kiss on his lips.
“I wear you out already, pretty-boy?”
“I'm...” Elusive pauses to take another breath, then continues, “I was just going to sit on my bed. Just for a few moments, just, uh, to recompose myself. Do you – would you care to join me?”
Applejack chuckles. “Sure thing, sunshine.”
The pair clamber onto Elusive's divan and sit down, slouched against the padded headboard. They lean into one another, Elusive resting his head on his larger friend's shoulder. It feels as much friendly as it does intimate, and the pair sit there, enjoying their post-orgasmic high.
Elusive speaks up first. “Applejack?”
“Yeah?” There's a relaxed, easy smile on Applejack's face. His intense blush from earlier has faded, but he's still brighter looking than usual. Glowing, almost.
“You know I'm always trying to fit you for a nice suit, and you always tell me it's not your sort of thing?”
“Uh-huh.”
“...how about a nice dress instead?”