No Crushin' At All
Applejack sighed in relief.
Winter Wrap-Up had only been a few weeks ago but she still felt the various aches and pains from the single day of hard, manual labor. Although she was glad that Spring had finally begun and she could get back to her routine applebucking instead of the various maintenance jobs, budgeting and crop rotation planning that occupied the Winter season, even though Granny Smith and Big Macintosh usually handled the logistics of running the farm.
But since the apples where still ripening and the crops had yet to grow, Applejack's days had become a lot shorter and a lot less busy. Which meant a lot of time alone with her individual thoughts. Applejack knew how dangerous a lone mind could be to a person so occupied her time visiting her friends, helping the townsfolk or entertaining herself. She was currently spending the late afternoon seated in the Apple Family Homestead's living room, her legs resting on a cushioned footrest while her fingers flicked the pages of a book. A short read about a pair of Earth-Blood gypsy thieves that had barely had Applejack from the monotony of boredom.
Despite the looming sense of tedium that overlooked Applejack's actions, she managed to keep at the book for a few hours until she held onto the few final pages. As she began a fresh page, the door to the living room creaked open and the head of Applebloom poked out, smiling a large and oddly forced smile.
"Howdy Bloom." Applejack greeted, squinting her eyes in skepticism to her sister's awkward facial expression.
"Uhh, hey Applejack..." Applebloom smiled, turning her head back to look behind the door at... Something. "How are... How are ya?" She asked, turning her eyes back to her big sister.
"Fine..." Applejack spoke in a slightly confused tone. She angled her head to the side and moved it to the left, trying to peek behind the door at what Applebloom was concerned about but was countered when she simply drew the door closer to it's frame, blocking Applejack's vision. "Applebloom... What are you hiding?" Applejack asked, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. It wasn't that she didn't trust her sister, but if she was thinking of bringing something mysterious under her roof, she wanted to know.
"Hiding? Wha- I don't know what you're talki-"
"Applebloom..." Applejack scolded in a tone only an older sister could replicate. Applejack's natural affinity for honesty also gave her a very good eye for when someone was lying. Applebloom sighed in defeat, knowing she couldn't lie to her sister she bowed her head and pushed the door open slowly, revealing a teenaged Pegasus-Blood standing behind it, awkwardly twiddling his fingers, fluttering his light grey feathers and doing anything to avoid Applejack's gaze.
"This is... This is Rumble. From school." Applebloom admitted under her sister's heavy gaze.
"Where are you two going?" The older of the two siblings continued her interrogation, putting her book down and rising to her feet. She walked over to the pair of teens and crossed her arms. Applebloom and Rumble both shifted uncomfortably on their feet as Applejack's penetrating gaze.
"We were gonna uhh, study. For our umm, test... Tomorrow." Applebloom answered, her lips pursed and her eyes darting from side to side in an obvious tell not dissimilar to Applejack's.
"Tomorrow's Saturday." Applejack said matter-of-factly. Both the teens shared an embarrassed and defeated look at each other briefly before turning back to the women looking down at them. "Listen... Just... Whatever you two are gonna do, be quiet about it. You do not want Granny findin' out about... This." Applejack moving her finger between her sister and the boy she had brought home with her. "Now git." Applejack ordered, moving out of the way of the two teens.
They both briskly walked past the women who still had her arms crossed and traveled halfway up the stairs before they were stopped by Applejack's voice.
"And Bloom..." Applejack added, looking at the awkward teen. "Be safe." She said, sincerely but still having a hint or authority. Applebloom only nodded before continuing upstairs.
"Sorry Miss Applejack." Rumble blurted out before following Applebloom up the stairs and to her room. Applejack sighed again and returned to her seat, picking up her book and continuing to read.
However, as she continued to read she found the words printed on the page harder and harder to concentrate on. As much as she wanted to, all she could focus on was the situation had just occurred.
She began reminiscing about being Applebloom's age and the risk but enjoyment of bringing boys home when she was eighteen, much like her sister had done today. She remembered her first boyfriend, an Earth-Blood by the name of Bargain Hunt, son of Trader Joe who used to work a market stall in town. Applejack used to help Granny Smith with the market stall every weekend next to his and she would often shoot sideways glances at the traders son whenever he helped out at the store.
They began to talk during school recess, talking led to hand-holding, hand-holding led to kissing behind the barn and kissing behind the barn eventually led them inside the barn and into the hayloft where they shared their virginity's with one another. It was an awkward affair but you can never forget the first time, the way the moonlight bounced off the sweat of his brow, the hilarious awkward noises they both made, how warm she felt on the inside.
They had 'rolled in the hay' a few times after that, he even brought her to orgasm once or twice but, after they both graduated, Bargain Hunt's father decided to expand their market by moving to Manehatten, with his son. They had said their subdued goodbyes to each other before he left but Applejack always felt that they could have... She didn't know what they could have done together but she knew she missed something. Probably just to enjoy each others company for a little longer. That was five years ago now, but seemed decades longer to the farm girl.
She had a few boyfriends after him. Goldengrape was nice but turned out to be a little too controlling in their relationship so Applejack decided to cut it off, she was her own woman after all. Burnt Oak seemed to be fine at first but he turned out to be a bit of a rotten apple only after Applejack as a 'farmer's daughter' type for his shallow list of stereotypes he had slept with, needless to say Applejack was not a fan of him now. Her last boyfriend was Caramel, although now that she thought back on it he was probably only trying to get glimpses of her brother doing farm work since he came out of the closet not long after they broke up. And then there was...
That was it. Four boyfriends. None of them a long-term relationship. Only had sex about four times with each. Hell, she didn't even have sex with Caramel.
Celestia, I can't be thinking about this. Applejack though as she flopped her head backwards and sighed for what felt like the thousandth time that evening. The numbers spun in her head as she stared at the wooden planks of the ceiling, thinking about... Just thinking. Relationships were always an afterthought for her, her job, friends and family where her life and she didn't have room for much more.
Applejack placed her book down on the table and sat up straight, bringing her thumb and index finger to her nose and pinching the bridge. It was too late and Applejack was too tired to think about this. She kicked her shoes off and headed upstairs to her room, stripping down to her bare skin. Before she put on her nightwear she caught a glimpse of her nude body in the warming, orange light of her bedside lamp.
It isn't... Applejack thought, eyeing up her own naked body. She wasn't necessarily conventionally attractive, not like the Rarity's expertly crafted allure or Pinkie's purely provocative curves but she was definitely desirable. She had a certain country girl quality that she knew boys loved. Her breasts where a bit smaller than average but she considered them perky enough. All her farm work had gifted her a very well-defined and lean set of muscles, especially on her long legs which were sculpted and thick over years of applebucking. And her extensive farm work combined with hearty Earth-Blood meals helped her develop a particularly large and round behind and wide hips common among Apple Family girls. Yep she definitely thought herself a fine looking gal... It was just a shame that sh-
Nope. I'm just goin' to bed. Applejack though, breaking her vision from the mirror and continuing to prepare for her slumber, all while staving off any kind of thought on relationships or sex. Eventually she was in her sleeping gear, a simple grey tank top and pair of white briefs.
With a few last minute arrangements, Applejack climbed into bed and switched her lamp off, a smile evident on her face as her head landed on the familiar softness of her pillow. She got comfortable underneath her blanket and closed her eyes, letting the embrace of sleep take her.
Or not...
What seemed like hours passed and Applejack found it near impossible to fall asleep. She tossed and turned under the covers, trying to find the most comfortable position to lie in but only discovered another spot that felt coarse again her skin and put unnecessary pressure on her already worn muscles. The blanket radiated an unbearable heat on her so she threw it away to be greeted by freezing cold. She brought the blanket back up and stuck an arm and a leg out, creating a blend of insufferable warmth and frigid chills.
While her body squirmed and writhed uncomfortably underneath the sheets, her mind spun with the exact things she wanted to forget.
Four boyfriends.
All of them gone.
No chance.
"Ugh. Dammit." Applejack groaned, throwing a pillow down to the bed in frustration. She ignored her inner monologue but the heat of her bed was unavoidable. She groaned again and slipped her fingers under the hem of her tank top, pulling it off her surprisingly sweat-free skin and letting her breasts free to the open air. She repeated the same action with her underwear, sliding them down her legs and kicking them to the side. She flopped back down on the bed and closed her eyes, trying to sleep against the warmth and cold on her naked body.
But she couldn't.
"Ugrrrrh." Applejack growled, giving her spring mattress a hard thumb in growing anger. She breathed deeply, trying to relax and coax herself into a calm slumber. That's all I need to do. Relax. Applejack thought, relaxing her taut muscles and draping her arms over her stomach. The course skin of her arms grazed against her accentuated abs, tickling her and causing a small smile to grace her face. She repeated the calming feeling again, her muscles becoming more slack with each tickle. Her rough hands began to move over her torso, her relaxation increasing with every caress of her abs to her sides, down to her hips and eventually towards her crotch.
Applejack sighed as she unwound on her mattress, her hands reaching a place she had not given the necessary attention to in months, ever since her and Caramel broke up. She never did have time to attend to her desires under all her work and socializing but now seemed like the perfect time to start. There was a thin tangle of rough, blonde pubic hair present above her warm slit since she hadn't shaved since she was last touched there, she never felt the need to since she was the only one who was going down there. Her hand snaked down further, reaching the top of her lips, a fleshy bump greeting her.
"Mmmohfuck..." Applejack cursed as she touched her neglected clit, her body wriggling with pleasure as waves of warmth rushed through her body. Applejack smiled as she felt her body unwind thanks too her rough fingertips, the pleasure making her melt onto the mattress. "Why haven't I done this... In so long?" Applejack asked herself in a hushed tone.
She placed another light touch to her clit, making her hips jump upwards from the bed slightly, but this time she moved down further and used two fingers to part her pink lips, letting her inner softness breath for the first time in a while. Another finger found it's way to touch her soft, pink entrance, a shudder running through Applejack's spine as she did. Her opening was already slick with her juices, beckoning for her to continue. While one hand played with her warm folds, her other slid its self over her stomach and up to her breast to clutch on her soft and sensitive flesh.
While her hands traversed her neglected body, her mind drifted to an imaginative state. She was lying on her back, fully nude while a faceless man knelt over her in preparation. Her surroundings where not important, nor was the situation, nor was the man really, she just needed to be filled by something, a feeling of warmth and affection. The unidentifiable man bent down over Applejack's naked body, both his arms landing beside her, pinning her underneath him in a way that conveyed admiration and need rather than control. His head dipped to her neck, planting rough kisses and nips onto her freckled skin, warming Applejack's chest.
Applejack flashed back and forth from reality where Applejack stared at the wooden ceiling while her hands fiddled with her slick lips and her squeezable breast, to her imagination where her imaginary man pampered and prepared her. After her man ended his loving caressing and kissing of her tender flesh to ready her entrance, he moved his hand downwards to take his engorged member by the base, line it up with Applejack's ready and waiting nethers and to slowly slide it inwards.
"Ohhhhh fuuuuu-" Applejack began in a lusty moan until the hand that was fondling her bosom slapped around her mouth, silencing her as an orgasm unexpectedly ruptured inside her. Her body rocked itself smoothly, eliciting small squeaks from the springs of Applejack's mattress as her limbs shook from the rush of electric pleasure emanating from her burning loins. Her sensitive entrance tightened around the one finger nestled within it's walls, a few beads of her juices rolling down her thighs and onto the sheets underneath her.
Minutes passed before Applejack removed the finger from her walls, wiping it against the corner of her bed to rid it of her slick nectar. Applejack sighed, but a sigh of relief this time over the well-needed orgasm she just released. Her body was now calm and content under the once overbearing sheets. And while her imaginary man had left her, her head finally felt comfortable against her pillow and she could finally drift into sleep.