//------------------------------// // Teenage Hanky Panky // Story: Me and My Siren // by Rune Soldier Dan //------------------------------// No mounds of laundry, blaring music, or crusty dishes piled indefinitely “to soak.” No sticky residues on the light switches. Food available besides microwave instants and ice cream. Applejack’s house was heaven. More than usual tonight, for every star had aligned in Adagio’s favor. The annoying sister was out with her friends, and the other two housemates were on an overnight delivery. And contrary to every redneck stereotype in the world, Granny Smith told Adagio the O-word with enough obvious winks to make her approval clear. Not that anything scandalous would occur. Barring the whole Band Battle thing, the largest hump between Adagio and Applejack was their (let us say) “sexual adventurousness.” Adagio’s predatory education taught her to take whatever she wanted, and conversion to humanity brought no desire to deny what felt good. Meanwhile, Applejack had lived in self-denial for years – sleepovers and beach trips with six straight hotties she never found the courage to approach. Doubtless abetting the trait were inevitable branches of her family tree who would shame her deviance. An obnoxious quirk of humanity. After a few awkward talks and a night where Adagio almost pushed too far, they settled on a happy medium. Adagio would flirt, tease, and seduce to her wicked heart’s content, and AJ would yield whatever ground she liked. Always letting Adagio get a little closer, a little more intimate than the time before. Still too slow for the siren’s tastes, but the game itself was fun. Like now – alone, full from a delicious supper (which AJ cooked and did the dishes for), they cuddled on the sofa. Nothing too crazy, just sweet togetherness with one arm around each other’s back. Nice. Peaceful. Adagio wanted more. “What do you like most about me?” Applejack looked over to find her girlfriend smiling lazily – either a predator with a baited trap, or a cat demanding affection. “Your personality,” Applejack said. That drew a pout. “No, like what part of me do you find really sexy? Also, pet me.” She drew her legs up to lie down on the couch, depositing her head into Applejack’s lap. Definitely a cat. Applejack dutifully began stroking the demanding, claw-armed creature she let into her life. “Girl, you got the sexiest personality I know.” “Yeah, yeah, you’re a lovely person who feels she should answer in a way that isn’t shallow. I get it. But I want shallow. Tell me I’m beautiful. Tell me exactly what makes me beautiful, and feed me one of those gum drops.” One hand kept petting Adagio’s head while the other pulled an offering from the candy bowl. “No, give me a green one.” Applejack popped the refused gum drop into her mouth, then one of the correct color into Adagio’s. The siren purred as she chewed it down, but would not be distracted. “Well?” Applejack scratched a cheek with her free hand. “Your eyes.” “Not making me feel good about my body, AJ.” “Everything about you?” The purring took a dangerous edge as Adagio shuffled, fixing magenta eyes upwards to her host. “Better, now be specific. What gets you going? What puts that lovely, doofy grin on your face when we’re together?” Applejack smirked with one side of her mouth. “I don’t know… cuddle me and I’ll remember.” Rare as it was for Applejack to seek contact, Adagio needed no second bid. She rolled and rose, forsaking her lounge to straddle AJ’s bony leg and lean into an embrace. She chuckled evilly – AJ asked for a cuddle and got pillowy breasts pressed against hers, advanced by deep, telling breaths. Such was the game they played. There it came – that big, blushing, doofy smile. Not sexy per se, but very cute, and a needed reminder to Adagio that I still got it. “Remember yet?” she asked, grinning. A cruel grin that apparently drove farm girls wild. “Ooh, yeah.” Miracles stacked As AJ took things even further, giving a telltale squeeze of a yellow rump. “Something you got, you know that? Something no one else has.” The frisky hand kept kneading, and Adagio rewarded its owner with a kiss on the lips. She pulled away, taking the bait with a husky growl. “What’s that?” “You’re squishy.” The motions ceased. Even Adagio’s heavy cuddling stopped as confusion (and a little indignation) halted everything. “What?” “You’re squishy.” Applejack punctuated the word by giving Adagio’s butt an extra ‘squish.’ “You’re soft ‘n warm. It feels real nice to lean into you and go to sleep, and when you’re on my lap like this I want to just hug you close like a teddy bear.” One eyebrow up as high as it could go, Adagio asked, “I’m sexy too, right?” “Of course you are,” Applejack said. But it was an afterthought, behind her passion. Adagio studied Applejack’s face. The farm girl was more clever than most would guess, and wasn’t above pulling the ‘innocent hayseed’ routine to poke fun. The tells were there. A twisting smirk won out through her over-sized grin. Applejack could bluff, but she wasn’t good at it. “Don’t tease!” Adagio screeched, but she laughed as well. “And you got nice boobs, too.” The concession made, Applejack leaned forward and gave a kiss of her own. Then more, between each listed word. “And butt… legs… hair… feet ‘n hips ‘n cheeks ‘n everything. Ain’t that what I said before?” She moved with the kisses, pressing Adagio from her perch to lie flat atop the couch, with Applejack leaning above. She gave her best effort at a predatory look, which to Adagio’s mind proved an adorable best effort. “Your turn. What’s great about me?” Adagio was ready. “How manly you are.” “Tease,” Applejack grunted. “You learned from the best,” Adagio replied. “But it wasn’t a joke.” She ran a light touch down Applejack’s arm, eliciting a shiver. “I’ve spent a lot of time on Earth learning to appreciate both genders. Now you? You’re shy, cute, and thin. But you’re also a jeans-wearing muscular farmer, who kills spiders and skips the lipstick. You’re tough, reliable, pretty, and squeaky.” “Squeak-EEE!?” Applejack squealed and jerked upwards as the yellow fingers poked down to her ribs. “So wait, me not being girly is a good thing?” Adagio abandoned her attack, folding her hands behind her head. “Pretty much, yeah. Me and my sisters are text-addicted fashion-chasing idiots with more makeup than sense. If I wanted that, I could have found it. And if I wanted a football-head jock… well look at me, I could have my pick.” “And you picked me, huh?” “Football heads can’t cook,” Adagio said, bending her arms up even higher. “And fashion-brats don’t hold me and make me feel safe. Now come on – I just tickled you, and am exposing my armpits. Don’t you want revenge?” Foreplay, of course, and Applejack skipped the middle. She leaned in, giving a second effort at a seductive grin. “Nah, sugar, love ain’t just give and take.” More kisses. Now with an open mouth, and Oh God yes Applejack pushed her arms beneath Adagio and squeezed close, merging their bodies into a disordered tangle. Adagio began grinding upwards, one hand finally pushing Applejack’s head down between her breasts and– A door slammed open across the house, accompanied by a pre-teen voice. “Big sis, I’m home!”