Chapter 1
“Now you wait right there; I‘ll be back in two shakes of a dogs tail.”
Sitting under cool shade of an apple tree, you lean back and think of Equestria.
It was hot. Stupidly hot for anypony to be out in, but when Applejack wanted something done not even hells fury its self could stop her, so what hope did you have?
You still remember the first time you met Applejack like it was yesterday. Standing by her cute little stall, selling apple related products to the masses; she was bubbly, warm and charming to everypony around. She was the nicest, most genuine pony you had ever met … too bad you couldn’t flirt to save your own life though; only managing to mumble a few words before rushing back into the crowd without so much as a goodbye. It was a disaster by any one's standards, and any chance you thought you might have had with her where destroyed in an instant.
But, for reasons you’ll never understand, it didn’t scare her off. Every time you went back she welcomed you with a warm smile and a juicy apple-pie, as charming as ever. As the weeks passed you started to spend your afternoons at the stall, listening to her talk about everything from apples to how her pet dog, Winona, gave fleas to her little sister. Heck, you where pretty sure no-one else was meant to know about that, but Applejack seemed to trust you just as must as you trust her. It was almost like you where in tune with each other, being able talk about anything and everything with her without being judged. If only she knew how you felt about her though, but then again there was no way a country girl could fall for someone like you…
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Sitting on the under the cool shade of the apple tree, a drop of sweat rolls down your nose and on to the grass below as you sit there, waiting nervously for an answer. It was a question you wanted to ask for a while now, and even though you and Applejack has grown close over the last few months, you where still anxious of her answer.
“Any other boys in ma life? Come on Sugarcube, ya’ know there are only two good uses for stallions: mowing the lawn and serving a ladies ‘special’ needs, and lets just say no random colts going to be stealing this treasure anytime soon…”
Giggling nervously under your breath, you quickly look away in embarrassment. Ever since you where a foal the mere mention of a mares ‘special’ place made you crease up uncontrollably, and boy did Applejack know how to play that to her fullest advantage.
“Oh I‘m just kidding with ya‘, you’re the only guy I need. It just seems like every other stallion wants to, you know, do ‘it‘. But you? Well … they just don’t make them like you anymore Honeybun, that’s for sure.”
Placing her hoof on top of yours, she looks back at you with a loving smile.
“Hey, umm, can ya’ do me a big favour? Ya’ see, spending all day bucking, well it kinda wears out ya’ legs and I was kinda just wondering if maybe you’ll like, rub them or something? Nothing fancy like, just something to make the pain go away...”
Inconspicuously stretching out, Applejack spreads her leg over the top of your thigh and smiles sweetly at you, as if to get you to massage her leg. You didn’t need another signal though; your body was doing all the work for you. Your heart is beating wildly against your chest, you gently put you hoof on her leg, careful not to go anywhere too private. It is firm and muscular, evidence of the countless hours of hard work she puts out around the farm, but they also show the signs of neglect by the orange mare.
“Thanks, I owe you one. Can ya’ be careful though, I’ve… well I’ve kinda never done anything like this before…”
Grinning from ear to ear, as if to try and hide her nerves, Applejack lies back as you start to slowly massage her tender leg. Starting of slow and making sure to treat every square inch of her leg with equal love and affection, you delicately rub your hoof up the side of leg, resulting in Applejack letting out a small sigh as she finally begins to relax.
Moving high and higher, Applejack lets out a slight shiver as you work your way onto her cutie mark, before gradually making your way back down to the base of her leg again. You can feel tension being lifted from her legs now, as you slowly rub in the opposite direction, this time with more pressure.
Pushing your hoofs deeper as you rub, Applejacks breathing becomes heavier and heavier until the pleasure becomes simply too much.
Letting out a slight kick, you look up to see Applejack biting the bottom of her lip out, still panting from the pleasure before. Leaning up and smiling sweetly at you with flustered cheeks, she holds out her hoof midair for you.
“Oh nelly, you’re good at this. Well, now that I think about it, ma’ hoof is kinda hurting as well…”
You need no second invitation. Slowly drawing a straight line from the tip of her hoof right down to the base, you can feel Applejacks whole body tensing up under the pleasure as you carefully draw circles around the soft base of it. Suddenly, without warning, a tingling sensation shoots throughout your arm as Applejack singly handedly rubs your hoof back.
The feeling is bliss, a thousand times better than you imagined, as the tingling sensation rushes up your arm and races throughout your body. It wasn’t just the soft touch of her hoof though that brought you this ecstasy though; it was everything. The fact felt like you felt like you could do anything without her judging you, the fact she wanted to share the intimacy with you..
As she moves down to the hard edge of your hoof, the heat of the moment takes over. Rolling over on top of her, Applejack offers little resistance as you lean over and start to carefully nibble at the tip of her hoof.
A quiet moan signals her approval as you tenderly kiss her hoof. Moving up her ankle to her shin, you slowly kiss your way onto her thigh, until without realizing, you reach her…
Quickly pulling away, you look up, half expecting to be shouted at; but all that’s there is flustered Applejack smiling lovingly at you. Lying back down next to her, side by side, you stare deep into her emerald green eyes. She’s powerful, strong, hardworking, honest, caring and loving. Just watching her lie there makes your heart beat like mad.
Everything about her was perfect. The way her freckles glimmered in the sunlight; the way her cute southern accent was almost impossible to understand when she went on a rant.
Slowly moving in closer and closer, you close your eyes as your snouts meet in the middle, sparking a passion you thought would never happen. This wasn’t just a kiss; it was a sign of love. Speaking exactly at the same time, you both utter the same words.
“I love you”
Running your hand through her still warm mane, she reluctantly pulls away to look at you wide eyed. There was little you could do though. Lying there: hot, breathless and tired on the floor, you barely had any energy to move. There was no way that you would be able to walk home in this condition…
“Now then, your turn...”
Oh boy.