A Hot Summer Day
A Hot Summer Day
~~~ By Spinner of Tales ~~~
It was hot out. Without a single cloud in the sky, the summer sun beat down on the parched surface of Equestria. For most ponies, today was a day to be inside, sipping ice-cold lemonade and staying cool. Or, if one happened to be a unicorn, today was the day to be sitting in one’s home with one’s magically-powered air conditioner, sipping ice-cold lemonade with one’s windows shut tight.
That was what most ponies seemed to be doing today. But not Applejack.
See, for Applejack, hot summer days meant work days. “Trees need water just as ponies do, sugarcube." she’d said, “last thing we want’s a dead tree during harvest time.” Yep. For Applejack, today was a work day, and a long one at that. The farmpony had left the house just before sunrise, and hadn’t taken a single break since then. And for one individual, currently resting in the (thankfully) shaded and cool barn, sitting against a nice, tall hay bale and sipping on an ice cold cider, that thought didn’t sit well with her.
For Sarah, the lone human in Equestria, today was most definitely not a work day. And it wasn’t supposed to be one for Applejack, either. No, Applejack was supposed to spend the day inside with her girlfriend, snuggled up into her side as they sat in the cool farmhouse and enjoyed their precious day off together. Sarah wasn’t supposed to be here, waiting patiently in the barn, hoping that Applejack would decide to take a break sometime soon and come see her. And she knew how Applejack was with taking breaks.
Though... perhaps this would be her lucky day. A ghost of a smile pulled at the corners of Sarah’s mouth as she heard the telltale squeak of one of the wheels on Applejack’s cart.
“Whew!” She heard Applejack’s exclamation just moments before she stumbled into the barn, a massive cart full of water barrels in tow. “It must be hotter than an oven bakin’ apple fritters out there.” With a single, quick movement, the farmpony’s signature stetson fell from her head and onto a hoof, and was soon set down on a small wooden stool near the door. Applejack’s gaze met Sarah’s, and a happy, tired smile spread across her muzzle. “Hey, sugarcube! Fancy seein’ you out here. Thought you’d be inside, with the heat and all!”
Sarah shook her head. “No, no. I just thought I’d come out and see if I could convince you to take a little break. Maybe I could spend a little time with you today?"
“Well, I reckon I do have a few minutes,” Applejack gripped one of the straps securing her to her cart in her teeth and pulled, and the harness she was wearing fell to the ground. “Figure all the water I’ve been givin’ these trees, maybe I should have some, too. ‘Sides, this thing’s heavy, I could use a moment or two just to relax the old muscles.”
“Well, I’m always glad for the company.”
Applejack mmhmm’d as she pulled a small metal tin from one of the bags attatched to her cart and dipped it into one of her water barrels. She drank the contents down greedily, before filling the cup back to the brim and pouring it over her face, allowing the cold liquid to run down her cheeks and cleanse her sweat-matted fur. “Oh, that’s good,” she whispered. Once more, she filled the tin, and this time sipped it gingerly, savoring the chill spreading through her body. “That’s better,” she said, setting the cup back onto the cart. “How long have you been waitin’ out here, sugarcube?”
“Most of the morning,” Sarah thought. “Oh, just a few minutes. Guess I’ve got some pretty good timing, huh?” She gave her marefriend her best, most convincing smile. Telling little white lies to the element of honesty wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to do, but Sarah had found that with a little effort and no small amount of puppy-dog eyes, it was doable.
“Mmm,” Applejack smiled. “Well, I am glad to see you. I’m a mite sorry ‘bout skippin’ breakfast this morning. You know how long these days can be, I had to get straight to work. Don't worry, though, I ate. No shortage of daffodils down by the river.”
“It’s okay,” Sarah reached out and ran her hand through Applejack’s mane. It was matted with sweat, and still warm from the sun. “Why don’t you come sit down for a few minutes? Cool off, spend some time with your amazing girlfriend?”
Applejack’s happy laughter sent a little flutter through Sarah’s heart. “Sounds good, sugarcube.”
Sarah happily led the farmpony to the back end of the barn, where she had set up a small blanket up against a hay bale, blocking out most of the hot sun. The air was pleasantly cool back here, and judging by the involuntary happy moan Applejack gave as soon as she stepped into the darkness, it must have been at least a few degrees colder than even the rest of the structure.
“Isn’t this nice?” Sarah asked, sitting down against the hay bale and motioning for Applejack to join her. She couldn’t help but let out a faint “oomph” as the earth pony collapsed onto her lap. As cute and as light as ponies may have looked, Sarah sometimes forgot that they were still as heavy - if not heavier - than an average human. And with Applejack’s heavy, sweaty, muscular frame now pushing into her lap, Sarah was willing to say that Applejack probably had more than a few pounds on her. Not that she’d ever say that out loud, of course. Applejack was a farm pony, and Sarah had no desire to be on the receiving end of one of her marefriend’s signature apple bucks. If she could knock fruit from a tree with just one kick, Sarah shuddered to think about what a hoof straight to her fragile little ribcage could do.
One of Sarah’s hands began to run through Applejack’s mane. The smell of her marefriend’s sweat and previous exertion filled her lungs with a welcome, familiar scent. It wasn’t uncommon for Applejack to slip into bed with her without having taken a shower; thirteen hour harvest days can make even the most resolute pony dead tired. Even if, at first, Sarah had been repulsed by the strong scent of an exhausted, sweaty mare, she’d long since grown to enjoy it. It meant that Applejack had just gotten done with a long day, and if she wanted nothing more than to snuggle up to her girlfriend’s side and fall asleep, then what was there to argue about?
A lazy, contented smile spread across Applejack’s face as she sunk into her forelegs, reveling in the sensation of her lover’s fingers pressing into her fur, rubbing up and down her neck and teasing at her tense muscles. Her hind legs relaxed on instinct, and her tail started to flick of its own accord. “This is mighty fine, sugarcube…” she murmured. “You know I like massages.”
“Yeah,” Sarah breathed, her hand darting down to rub at her lover’s cutie mark, scratching at the skin under the fur. “You’re so tense, Applejack. You really should relax more. Maybe go to the spa and get a real massage.
“Hmph…” Applelack muttered with a faint chuckle, shaking her head. “I do relax, sugar; every time I’m with you. And your fingers are so much better than anythin’ those spa ponies could do with their hooves.”
“Mm-hmm,” Sarah’s acknowledgement arrived in the form of a light, teasing pressure against the base of Applejack’s tail, though it didn’t last for long. Upon hearing her girlfriend’s faint sigh, Applejack’s ears twitched and perked up. Sarah’s fingers stopped their rubbing, and her hand just rested idly on Applejack’s lower back. Her thumb ran in zigzag patterns through her fur. “Still,” Leaning in, Sarah rubbed her cheek against her marefriend's neck - a distinctly ponylike gesture that she knew Applejack adored. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t give for more time like this. Just you and me…” Soft lips and hot breath tickled Applejack’s fur, and the farmpony shivered at Sarah's gentle caress.
“M-Me neither, sugarcube. You know I love ya.”
For a few serene moments, the two merely sat in silence. Sarah met Applejack's gaze, and, staring into twin pools of emerald, she allowed herself to drown in her lover's presence. Eventually, however, the silence was broken when Applejack leaned in and pecked her girlfriend on the cheek, all while the most adorable smirk tugged at the corners of the farmpony's mouth. It made Sarah's heart soar. “You gonna get back to that massage now, or what?”
Sarah was more than happy to comply. Her fingers once again resumed their work, and soon Applejack’s muzzle was tucked back into her forelegs. An occasional happy, relaxed coo reached Sarah’s ears and drove her on. Skilled, dexterous digits kneaded at the tense flesh found under the farmpony’s cutie mark. Sometimes, they darted downward. deviating from their regular attentions to tease around her haunches, before brushing upward to the small of her back to find and rub at a tense muscle, earning Sarah a thankful moan. Each small bit of pressure sent Applejack’s ears into a frenzy of little, adorable, fascinating twitches, and it wasn’t long before Sarah noticed her marefriend’s eyes darting around under closed lids. Her breathing became shallower and calmer.
As adorable as it was, it just wouldn’t do. She couldn’t have Applejack falling asleep in her embrace, especially if she intended to get what she really, really wanted. “Time for the next step,” she smirked. This was going to be fun. It always was.
Gradually, Sarah's attentions began to slow. What was a series of rubs became a rub every few seconds, and eventually an errant rub here and there, before it stopped entirely, leaving the human's palm resting over the three apples stamped on her little pony’s flank. If Applejack noticed the sudden lack of ministration, or felt disappointed, or even cared at all, she didn’t show it, save for a small intake of breath and a small shift of her back as she wiggled a little bit to get more comfortable.
Sarah began her work. Her thumb ran over Applejack’s flank for a few moments, and her palm kneaded at the fur and flesh of her marefriend’s toned flank, stimulating well-worked muscles. And then it began to move. With the lightest amount of pressure possible, the tip of Sarah’s index finger teased at the edges of Applejack's cutie mark. She traced along the edges of her marefriend's three apples, before scratching in the middle of each, almost as if she were coloring them in.
This earned her a small moan and a flick of the earth pony’s long, blonde tail, and Sarah’s gaze darted to Applejack’s face. She didn’t want to disturb her; not yet, anyway. Thankfully, Applejack’s eyes remained closed, and her breaths were still shallow. It was okay to keep going.
As Sarah kept going lower and lower, her hand never departed from the furry texture of Applejack’s firm, warm body. And as she moved closer and closer to her marefriend’s tail, she swore that Applejack’s body was heating up. Or maybe… maybe that was her. Perhaps she was feeling a bit warmer at the thought of what she was about to do.
Her hand finally brushed against Applejack’s tail. Her fingers parted the rough strands of hair that covered the farmpony’s most intimate area, a region of Applejack’s body which only Sarah had ever had the pleasure of seeing and exploring. Smiling, the human’s hand wrapped around Applejack’s dock and tugged. It wasn’t hard enough to cause pain – she’d never do that - but it was enough to draw a gasp and a moan from a now-attentive farmpony.
“S-sugarcube?” Applejack asked, her head rising from its makeshift pillow. “What’re you… ohhhh…” her voice trailed off, and her ears flicked back as Sarah tugged once again at her dock. “Mmmm…” she bit her bottom lip, and her eyelids, once again, fluttered closed. “Was this your plan all along, sugarcube?” Sarah swore that Applejack’s tone was more seductive than normal.
“Mayyybe,” Sarah sang. Her hand traveled down and cupped against Applejack’s warm lower lips. Her middle finger spread Applejack's folds, exposing the succulent treat within. As she stimulated her lover’s pussy and sent small tingles of pleasure up the pony’s spine. Applejack cooed, and shivered in anticipation of what was to come.
It was at that point that Sarah noticed the brand new smell in the air. As Applejack’s tail flicked upward, the human noticed the distinct smell of her lover’s musk spreading through the barn, coating everything in a scent familiar to her. For the moment, it was still mild, but definitely there. “That must have been a good massage,” Sarah thought, smiling.
Leaning in, the human nibbled on Applejack’s sensitive, twitching ear, and one her fingers slid down and gave a teasing thrust into her lover’s marehood. Applejack gasped, and Sarah felt the pony’s hot, slick inner walls clench against the intruding digit. “You feel so good, Applejack. And you’re so wet, too…” Sarah released her lover’s ear just long enough to whisper into it. “Oh, and the smell. You smell amazing, Applejack.” She buried her nose into Applejack’s mane and inhaled. The scent of her marefriend’s fur and skin, damp with sweat, and combined with the heavy scent of Applejack's own arousal, sent a massive shudder coursing through Sarah’s body, and it tore a whimper from her throat. “Oh, God. Applejack…” she whispered hoarsely. Her teeth clamped onto her marefriend’s neck, and two of her fingers slid inside her lover's pussy.
Like a piston, Sarah soon found a rhythm. Thrusting in a slightly different direction every time, Sarah could use her fingers to pleasure Applejack like no pony could ever hope to. For the farmpony, it was beyond wonderful. With every thrust, Applejack’s slick and needy marecunt was becoming wetter and wetter with each of her lover’s thrusts, and and the musical sound of fingers slapping against wet skin and fur soon filled the barn. Applejack’s arousal covered Sarah's hand in a warm, sticky blanket. She loved every moment of it.
“Oh, my gosh…” Sarah pulled her hand away from Applejack’s dripping pussy just long enough to shove her fingers in her mouth to lick them clean. Almost on its own, her free hand began to travel downward, sliding easily between her and her lover, and she whimpered as she slipped underneath her clothing and began to play with herself. Her index finger slipped between her folds and teased at her clit, and she pulled her fingers from her mouth and returned to her marefriend’s winking pussy, getting back to work. The sounds of sex once again filled the room.
“F-fuck…” Sarah whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut. Every thrust through Applejack’s folds was accompanied by an electrifying rub against her clit. Every wet squelch was translated into a titillating mental image of her marefriend humping against her; sopping, dripping fur thrusting against bare skin in a needy frenzy. Every flick of Applejack’s tail and every desperate shake of her rump filled the air another heavy dose of hormones, clouding Sarah’s mind more and more. All of her thoughts were on the shivering, whimpering, horny mare in her lap. Applejack’s walls clenched around her fingers, drawing her further and further in. Her scent, her wetness, her wanton cries – all of it enveloped her; drew her into a world of pure pleasure as she made love to the pony she loved.
“Oh, my gosh!” Applejack cried out. Her tongue hung from the side of her mouth, and like her girlfriend, her eyes were squeezed shut. “Don’t stop, sugarcube! Please don’t stop!”
Sarah leaned in and nibbled on Applejack’s ear. Her thumb moved and began rapidly flicking against the farmpony’s winking clit, and her other hand rubbed furiously at her own pussy through her clothing. She wanted – she needed two things: she needed her marefriend to cum, and she needed to cum with her marefriend.
“Ah!” Applejack cried out; her hips humped in time with Sarah’s thrusts. “Oh, my gosh. I’m gonna – I’m gonna cum!” The farmpony’s pussy squeezed against her lover’s hand. “So close! Just a little more! Just a little…” The pony’s lustful pleas trailed off into a wanton moan as Sarah thrusted her fingers as far as they could go into her marefriend’s dripping, sopping, burning marecunt. “S – sugarcube! Sugar, I’m gonna cum, I’m – ahhhhh!”
Sarah gasped. She could feel it too – the familiar pressure building up deep inside of her. “Applejack!” she cried into the barn, her fingers furiously rubbing against her clit. “Oh, yes! Applejack!”
Both pony and human threw their heads back, and they screamed as they both hit their peaks. The muscles of Applejack’s pussy clenched around Sarah’s finger, and shuddering breaths wracked the farmpony’s body as hot bursts of fresh marecum coated Sarah’s hand. Waves of pleasure coursed through the human’s body, and just as Applejack’s wetness coated her own hand, she felt her own warm nectar splatter against her panties. She bit her lip and mewled as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her and shot through her entire body. She buried her face into Applejack’s neck and whimpered softly as she convulsed in one of the strongest orgasms she’d ever experienced.
Applejack was the first to recover. “Oh, my gosh…” Applejack sniffled, forcefully nuzzling against the human’s chest, tears staining her cheeks. “I – I love you, sugarcube.” She hoarsely whispered between ragged breaths, kissing just underneath Sarah’s breast. “I love you s-so, so much…”
“I love you, too,” the human whispered. Pulling her hand away from Applejack’s twitching marehood, she licked her fingers clean before bringing them back down to caress Applejack’s cheek, wiping away the happy tears falling from the corners of her lover’s eyes. “You’re so beautiful…” she smiled down into Applejack’s wide, quivering eyes.
“That was so…” Applejack was interrupted by another wave of pleasure as she shifted, forcing her hindlegs together. “That was… Oh, sugarcube...”
“Shh…” Sarah brought her lips down and pressed them against Applejack’s, giving her marefriend a tender, loving kiss. The farmpony couldn’t help it. She let out a happy sigh and melted into her lover’s arms. “There you go,” Sarah whispered, petting Applejack’s mane. “There you go.”
For the next several seconds, the two lovers sat in silence, giving each other small pecks as they recovered from their intense orgasms. But over time, those infrequent smooches became more and more common, and each one lasted just a little bit longer than the last. It wasn’t long before Sarah felt the pace of her marefriend’s breaths increase, and the farmpony’s curious tongue soon darted out and teased at the human’s lips; Sarah was more than happy to give it purchase.
Applejack moaned as her tongue delved into her girlfriend’s warm, cavernous mouth, and her forelegs, on instinct, began to run over Sarah’s sides, massaging the suntanned skin beneath her shirt. The two bodies began to move against each other; Sarah gasped at the pleasurable sensation.
“C’mon, sugarcube, let’s get these clothes off,” Applejack broke the kiss, pulling away from the panting human and rising onto shaky legs, motioning with a hoof for her to follow.
Sarah was quick to comply. As soon as the words left her marefriend’s mouth, her fingers were already hard at work unbuttoning her shirt. Her gaze darted up, and she reveled in every small pant Applejack gave, every flick of her tail. Piece by piece, Sarah discarded her clothing, and as she went on, and became more and more bare, she slowed down. She wanted to hear Applejack beg. She needed to hear Applejack’s whinnies and pleas. And when she got down to her underwear began to tease, with a single finger, at the large wet spot she found, she got her wish.
“C’mon, sucarcube. Don’t be a tease.” The farmpony’s tone may have been quiet, but Sarah could sense the desperation - the need - laced within it.
She wasn’t going to deny her marefriend any longer.
“Oh, my gosh...” Applejack whispered. With one final tug, the human’s panties loosened and fell to the ground, revealing the wet treasure underneath. Applejack took a step forward, and then another. Her eyes never left her prize. With every hoofstep, her tail flicked. With every breath, her nostrils flared, and Sarah’s scent flooded her lungs. “Sugarcube,” she whispered, leaning in. A hot exhale played at the human’s wet folds.
A small lick and a loving nuzzle forced a surprised gasp from Sarah’s mouth. One of her hands came up to stifle her cries, and the other shot down to fondle Applejack’s golden ears and rub her mane.
Applejack smiled as she lapped. Again and again, she ran her tongue over Sarah’s folds, occasionally allowing her tongue to flick over her lover’s clit. Moan after sweet, quiet, whimpering moan fell from the human’s mouth, and it wasn’t long before Sarah was sliding back down to the ground, her legs spreading wider with every inch. And still, Applejack’s tongue continued to lap at her.
With the farmpony’s musk sending her into a state of pure, blissful euphoria, Sarah almost didn’t notice her lover’s faint whimpers. Opening her eyes for the briefest of moments, however, revealed all she needed to see. Applejack’s tail flicked from side to side, and an orange hoof was stuffed between the farmpony’s slick, sweat-covered thighs, furiously grinding at her sopping, winking slit. Applejack’s tongue played feverishly at her clit, and Sarah could feel the little jolts of pleasure coming from her marefriend’s sharp exhalations and long, drawn out inhalations. Her lips wrapped around her clit and sucked. Sarah screamed.
“Applejack!” she hollered into the barn, her hips bucking up into her lover’s muzzle. “Yes! Oh, God, yes!”
With her eyes squeezed shut, Applejack doubled her efforts, delivering random licks and kisses all around Sarah’s pussy, going faster and faster with every pass. And all the while, her own hoof continued to pleasure her, her own hips grinding against the furry appendage, Applejack desperate to bring herself to another much-needed orgasm.
Sarah had an idea.
“Apple - Applejack… AJ, stop,” Sarah gasped, putting a hand atop the farmpony’s head and pushing her away from her dripping folds and still-thrusting hips. Taking a few short, shaky breaths, Sarah steadied herself. “Turn around. Lemme get you, an’ you can get me.”
It only took a moment for Applejack to realize what her girlfriend was suggesting. Panting, the farmpony grinned wildly, before spinning around and presenting her backside for her lover’s inspection.
Applejack’s marehood was wet. Very wet. A thick glistening sheen covered her protruding clit, and a strand of delicious nectar hung between her thighs, swaying with each shake of the farmpony's toned, muscular rump.
“Come on now, sugarcube,” Applejack nickered, her tail flicking wildly. “Just do it already!”
Sarah didn’t waste any time. In an instant, she had buried her face into Applejack’s folds, and had delved inside to scoop her hot, liquid treasure onto her tongue. Applejack’s scream was brief but loud, and was soon muffled as she planted her muzzle onto Sarah’s own, desperate pussy.
Once again, the barn became alive with the sounds and the scent of sex - wet slurps and and sloppy kisses, and the occasional, blissful moan. It wasn’t long before Sarah's tongue found a rhythm, pounding into her lover’s dripping, winking marehood like clockwork, drawing moans and squeaks and the most adorable coos from the shivering mare atop her.
“Don’t stop!” Applejack called out, her hips thrusting in time with her girlfriend’s tongue. “Don’t stop, I’m close! I’m close, I’m gonna cum, you’re -” She let out an incoherent shriek as Sarah wrapped her lips around her engorged clit and sucked. “I’m gonna cum sugarcube, I’m gonna - Ah! Sarah, I’m comin’! Keep goin’! Please keep goin'! Ah! Yes! Yes!”
And then, Applejack fell. She screamed into the barn, and her thighs clenched, and spurt after spurt of hot, sticky marecum spilled from her clenching, quivering marcunt, covering Sarah's face and spilling into her eager, waiting mouth. It coated her tongue, and coursed through her body as she swallowed it all down. It was so hot - so delicious - so warm and so good... Sarah couldn't --
The human's hips humped wildly against Applejack’s face as the first wave of her own orgasm hit. Electric pleasure jolted through her entire body, and she screamed into her marefriend's pussy. She quaked against the hard, hay-covered ground. Her toes curled, and her hands needily ground against Applejack’s haunches as she desperately sought any way to channel the orgasmic bliss threatening to consume her.
Eventually, however, her orgasm died down, and Sarah released the breath she had been holding as she floated down from her peak. She nuzzled into her lover’s cum-drenched rump, inhaling the musky scent and shuddering when Applejack delivered a tender, cautious lick between her sensitive folds.
“AJ,” Sarah breathed, rubbing slowly and lovingly at her marefriend’s cutie mark. “Here, get off. I wanna clean you,” she mumbled faintly, fingers pressing into Applejack’s side.
“You don’t gotta do that for me,” Applejack protested, even as she rolled to one side. “You’re fine, sugarcube. Just lay there for a while.”
“I may not have to...” Sarah grunted as she crawled atop her lover and gazed down into gorgeous, shining emerald eyes, “But I want to. I love you, Applejack.”
Leaning down, Sarah took the farmpony’s lips in a tender kiss. Applejack tasted of sweat and cum mixed with saliva, and Sarah loved it. When it came to Applejack, every taste was a sweet dessert, and every whiff was the sweetest perfume.
Sarah broke the kiss and pulled back. A small strand of saliva connected their lips, before it fell onto Applejack’s blushing muzzle. “I love you,” she whispered again, and leaned down to lick Applejack’s neck.
“You’re such a good pony.” her whisper had turned into a murmur, and soon Sarah’s tongue was replaced with the warm and pleasant pressure of her lips pressing against Applejack’s collarbone. Again and again, she delivered smooch after smooch to the farmpony’s orange fur, licking up all evidence of their previous activities.
Down and down she went. With each kiss, she took a small bit of chest fluff and sucked, drawing cute little moans from Applejack and leaving small cowlicks of raised fur in her wake. Sarah ventured down past her lover’s belly, nibbling at the tender flesh of Applejack’s stomach, gently rising and falling, and forcing an adorable little squeals from her. And then she arrived at her lover’s teats. Small nipples stuck out from the fur, no doubt stimulated by their owner’s recent exertions.
“Give them a lick,” Sarah’s mind commanded. It was a tempting perspective. She knew that Applejack’s teats were among her more sensitive areas; several nights of passionate sex had proven that. But… she was supposed to be cleaning her marefriend up, an intimate end to their fun for now. Applejack needed to get back to work, after all, and she had already given Sarah such a wonderful, generous amount of her time...
“Just a little lick, that’s all. Just a parting bit of fun, to keep you in her mind as she’s working the rest of the day. A couple licks, that’s all. And maybe just a little fun with her hooves...” Earth ponies tended to have quite sensitive hooves, and Applejack was no exception. A little enjoyable teasing to some of AJ’s favorite spots would be okay, wouldn’t it? It would keep Sarah in her thoughts, the way Applejack would be in hers throughout the day.
“Just her teats and her hooves, then,” Sarah decided. “Just to make her moan a couple times, and then I’ll be done.”
Tentatively, Sarah extended her tongue. Gently, to maintain her ruse of ‘cleaning’ Applejack, she licked along the mound of her marefriend’s left teat, reveling in just how warm it was. Applejack’s hips squirmed, and her right hind leg kicked, but she made no movement to back away. “Perfect,” Sarah thought as she smirked.
Sarah’s tongue played around the tip of Applejack’s nipple. Every teasing brush sent perceptible shivers coursing through the farmpony’s lower body, and it wasn’t long before the orange fur around the mare’s breast was damp with her lover’s saliva. “Mmph,” Applejack grunted. “Sweetie, what’re you doin’? Thought you were just gonna…. ohhhh…” The farmpony’s protest quickly devolved into a quiet whimper and moan as Sarah locked her lips around her teat and suckled. On instinct, her hindlegs began to spread, and soon, Sarah felt the thick, coarse fur of her marefriend’s tail begin to flick against her. She brought her right hand up and began to knead at the firm flesh of Applejack’s other breast.
“Mmm… oh, sugarcube,” Applejack’s forelegs curled up to her chest, and she gave a contented coo as her girlfriend fondled her. “Mmm, this is good. But sugarcube, we gotta stop. I still gotta - hah!” Sarah bit down on her lover’s nipple, and Applejack cried out. Her tail flicked wildly against Sarah’s chest, and the telltale scent of arousal was beginning to seep back into the barn. “Sugarcube,” Applejack exhaled into the cool air. “Keep goin’.”
Panting, Sarah released her lover’s nipple and gave it one final lick, before rising up onto her knees and taking Applejack’s left hind leg into her arm. Applejack’s questioning look soon turned into one of abject pleasure, and a strained whinny escaped her as Sarah’s hand massaged her haunch and her hot, wet breath played against the tip of her hoof. Sarah grinned playfully.
“Are your hooves feeling sensitive, Applejack?” The farmpony nodded vigorously. “Do you want me to lick your hoof?” Another vigorous nod.
“Please!” Applejack bit her bottom lip to stifle her pleasured begging. Sarah smirked. So much for just teasing her little pony, but this was a change of plans she could live with.
Leaning in, Sarah took the tip of her marefriend’s hoof into her mouth. She sucked on the soft fur, and nibbled along the hard ridge. Applejack cried out, and her leg extended, trying to push more and more of the furry appendage into the warm, wet confines of the human’s mouth.
Even as Sarah nuzzled and sucked and licked on her lover’s hoof, her right hand had embarked on a journey of its own. With her eyes squeezed shut, she didn’t even notice its path until it had already arrived, warm, slender fingers rubbing against her clit and spreading her lower lips.
And then… Sarah had an idea. Releasing Applejack’s hoof with a wet smack, she gave it one last nuzzle and brought it down to her own pussy. The moment the sopping fur made contact with her skin, she let out a shuddering moan. Oh, that felt good.
Slowly, she began to gyrate her hips against Applejack’s offered hoof. Glancing up, she met her lover’s gaze for a brief moment, before the farmpony threw her head back and moaned. One of Applejack’s forelegs rubbed furiously at her own slit, the other roughly massaging her teats as Sarah humped against one of her hindlegs.
Once more, the sweet, wet sound of sex flooded the barn. Applejack’s gasps mixed with Sarah’s quiet moans. The human’s right hand grasped her marefriend’s free hind leg and brought it up, peppering the hoof with wet, sloppy kisses even as her hips thrust along the other. Applejack lay completely on her back, her eyes rolled back into her head as she rubbed against her pulsing clit. Ecstatic, breathy moans filled the room, and neither human nor pony could determine their origin. It didn’t take long for Sarah to cry out.
“Applejack!” she gasped, grinding furiously against the farmpony’s hind leg. “I’m gonna cum! You’re making me cum!”
Applejack whinnied in response. “Me too!” her tail flicked wildly, and her forehooves rubbed frantically at her marehood and massaged her teats. "So - close; sugarcube, I'm..."
Sarah came first. She screamed into the barn as her orgasm hit, her wet cum splattering against her lover’s hind leg and onto the ground. And still, she thrusted, riding her orgasm the best she could. Her toes curled, flexing into the open air, and her legs squeezed against the farmpony’s leg and she fell, landing on top of her lover and burying her face into Applejack’s sweaty, athletic chest as every muscle in her lower body seemed to convulse at once. She breathed deeply, Applejack’s strong scent only fueling her shaking, wonderful orgasm.
Applejack came moments later. Witnessing Sarah’s orgasm, and feeling the pressure of having her girlfriend collapse on top of her, was just too much for the farmpony to bear. With a guttural gasp, she squeezed her eyes shut and allowed herself to be overtaken by the sensations of orgasm.
Her burning pussy clenched in ecstasy. A thick burst of white marecum splattered against her lover’s chest, and - not for the first time that evening - Applejack saw stars.
“Oh, Celestia…” The farmpony’s voice was little more than a hoarse whisper as she came down from her high. “I love you, Sarah…”
“I love you, too,” Sarah murmured, smiling as Applejack snuggled up to her, nuzzling underneath her chin and licking her neck. “God, I love you.” Leaning down, she kissed the top of love’s head. “More than anything.” Applejack sniffled, and Sarah pulled her head back. Her marefriend looked up at her, unshed tears in her eyes. Fingers ran through blonde mane. “You okay?” She asked tenderly. Concern laced her voice.
The farmpony bit her bottom lip, and smiled up at the human. “I’m more than okay, sugarcube,” once again, she nuzzled into the human’s neck. “Better than I’ve ever been, I reckon. ‘Cause I’m here with you.”
Sarah didn’t know how long they sat, utterly motionless, lost in the moment and in the warm, comforting presence of one another. It was like heaven to her, and she never, ever wanted to leave.
A crisp breeze tousled the human’s hair. Turning her head to look back toward the barn door, Sarah saw, in the distance, Equestria’s golden sun hanging low in the sky, filling the barn with the breathtaking glow of evening. She knew that Applejack would have to get up soon, especially if she wanted to get the rest of the apple trees watered by nightfall. And yet… she made no move to disturb the resting farmpony snuggled into her chest.
She couldn’t help but smile. Having her little pony here, like this, cuddled up to her in the most tender, heartwarming way was… it was just one of the most wonderful things she had ever experienced. And so she simply sat there. Unmoving. Content to watch the occasional twitch of Applejack’s tail, and to feel the firm rise and fall of her lover’s firm, athletic stomach.
Sarah knew she’d have to face the music for this at some point. With every minute that passed, Applejack would be able to water one less tree in the orchard. Even if she double-timed it, there was no way she would be able to get it all done before nightfall. Still, getting to share this rare, amazing moment with her marefriend… Sarah didn’t mind. And as Applejack’s forelegs curled around her chest, and her chin nuzzled against her breast, she knew that her marefriend didn’t really mind either.