I spread my wings and flapped hard as I felt myself rising in the atmosphere and the cool night air washed over me. I continued flapping, feeling my wings pushing against the air currents as I sped higher into the sky. After gaining so much altitude the bass from the party was a distant humming and the city was no longer visible through the clouds. I searched for a few seconds until I found one that was just the right size and glided to it, landing softly. I heaved a sigh and plopped into the fluffy nimbus cloud. Damn it! I did it again! I just sat there and let it happen! I hate her! UGH! Who am I kidding?! I don’t hate her…..why the hell does she do this to me?! She knows I like colts! Not mares! But why didn’t I run at the first sight of her? And her eyes…as soon as I looked her…No! I shook my head, trying to dismiss the thought to no avail. I rested my head in my hooves and sat in silence for many seconds before it hit me. My eyelids flew open! What if someone saw?! After all, it was one of Pinkie’s parties; there couldn’t have been less than a hundred ponies! I shuddered as I recounted the event in my mind. I didn’t remember seeing anypony looking…except her. I was a little relieved at this notion, but I couldn’t be sure that no one else saw. Okay, I’ll just keep calm until something comes up. I remembered the faint smell of alcohol in the room full of ponies. The punch! Pinkie must have decided to get a little wild and spiked it! Yes! If anypony decided to confront me about it, I could brush them off and tell them they must have been intoxicated. Intoxicated….that word made her mind race back to the first memory of what had happened with Applejack.
“Thank ya fer your help today sugarcube! Ah couldn’t have done it without ya!” Applejack sighed as she sank into a fluffy pile of hay in the corner of the barn.
“Aw! It’s no problem really! That was a lot of fun! Did you see when I bucked BOTH of those apple trees at once?! It was pretty awesome!” I boasted while reenacting the scene once more for her.
Applejack rolled her eyes and smiled as I bucked two empty barrels over and flitted upward with pride. After hovering there for a minute I realized just how exhausted I was and drifted down to rest beside her. I lay on my stomach and inhaled deeply as I felt a small burning sensation in my shoulders and legs. Must have been all that apple bucking! I bet it takes a while for a pony to get used to that kind of work!
I groaned as I rolled onto my side and Applejack asked “What’s wrong sugarcube? All that buckin’ got ya tuckered out?” she smirked.
I realized her play on words, laughed weakly and admitted that I was indeed exhausted.
“Roll on over, Dash, Ah’ll fix ya right up” she smiled and gently prodded my side, inciting me to roll onto my stomach.
I hesitated for a second before receiving a genuine smile from Applejack and following her instructions.
I felt myself relax as her hooves massaged my aching muscles and she straddled my body. It was complete silence as she worked my body with her hooves, it seemed a little strange to have a mare straddling me, but it felt amazing, so I didn’t complain. My eyes slid shut and I had almost drifted off to sleep as I felt her breath on my neck and her lips press against my fur. It must be a dream I thought, but I felt my body react as it never had in any dream I had experienced. For some reason I wasn’t alarmed or appalled. I rolled over to meet her gaze, searching for what her intention was. Her legs no longer straddled my flanks, but now rested on my pelvis.
“Applejack, I don’t think-‘’ my sentence was cut short by her mouth meeting mine as our lips locked together. The sensation that over took me could only be described as “intoxicating”.