Where Tender gets tapped.
Applejack hummed as she moved half-full baskets from one tree to the next, her hooves almost dancing with every step. Behind her, Applebloom loaded the full baskets onto the wagon. Ripe apples and Bloom’s company had put her in a perfect mood.
“We’ll finish this line, then call it a day,” Applejack said, lining up her next buck. “Want to go into town, maybe get a hayburger?”
Applebloom let out a long sigh. “I have to finish writing a report for my developmental psychology class...”
“Oh.” Applejack bucked the tree. Those correspondence classes had been eating a lot of Bloom's free time. She was a little disappointed, but couldn’t help but smile at the falling apples. Looking towards the next tree, she noticed somepony walking their way. She thought it was Scootaloo for a moment, but a darker mane and lack of wings told her it was Tender Taps.
The young stallion had become a regular visitor in the past month. Each had been explained as an innocent visit from a friend, but it was obvious he had a terrible crush on Bloom. For her part, Applebloom always seemed eager to spend time with him, but she’d been careful not to show any affection for him around the family.
She, Mac, and Granny had all taken to Taps; he was a handsome colt and always eager to lend a hoof. They were happy Bloom had found such a nice stallion for a first special somepony. They only wished she was more honest about liking him. Not that they were mad about it. Being embarrassed was perfectly natural.
“Hey, Taps!” Applejack called.
Applebloom smiled, then echoed the greeting.
He gave her a nod. “Hi Applejack, Applebloom.” A dopy smile spread across his face as he looked to Bloom. Seemingly aware of his grin, he sobered his expression before looking back to Applejack. “Looks like a good harvest!”
Applejack nodded. “They’re falling right nice this year. Hardly any work at all to bring em in.” A grin spread across her muzzle as she cast a glance back at her sister. Bloom was still playing innocent, but she had a plan to air out their relationship.
“Hey, Applebloom. I think I’ll finish the last few trees myself. Would you go to the barn, and sort all the empty apple baskets? Pull out all the old ones that need to be replaced.”
Applebloom gave her a curious look. “You sure you don’t need help here?”
“Yeah, I got it. I’ll be done here in about an hour. I’ll catch you back at the house.” Trying not to smile too much, Applejack looked to Tender Taps. “Help her out, would ya? I’ll give you a jar of preserves for it.”
Taps grinned and nodded. “Sure!”
Applejack watched the two trot off toward the barn as she moved to the next tree. There’s no way it would take them more than forty minutes to sort through those baskets, but it would only take her thirty to finish these trees.
As she worked, knowing her little sister was probably wrapped in the loving hooves of a colt made her feel a bit lonely and a bit aroused if she was completely honest with herself. She really didn’t want to think too hard about what Bloom was doing, but she couldn’t help but remember back to the colts she’d snuck into that same barn.
It’s been a long time since she’d been held by a stallion. Maybe she’d go dancing tonight, see if she couldn’t strike up a flame with somepony. It’d be good for her.
Till then, a bit of hard work would help clear her mind. Or so she had thought. Apple bucking was a job she knew well, and it gave her mind more time to wander than she had expected. By the time Applejack had packed up the last of the apples, her imagination and memory had worked her into a near rut. The vague loneliness had grown into a need to get laid. She’d definitely be going out tonight.
Hooking herself up to the wagon, she made the way up to the barn to see what the two had gotten up to. Hopefully, they’d finally get those two to admit their relationship, and then Taps wouldn’t have to make excuses to hang around.
A few minutes of walking brought her out of the orchard and then near the homestead. She unhitched herself from the wagon a safe distance away, then with slow steps she snuck up to the barn. She held still to listen, but couldn’t hear anything. Carefully, she eased up to the door and peered inside. She was trying to catch them kissing or cuddling, but she didn’t want to walk in on anything too embarrassing.
She had expected to see young lovers entwined in each other’s grasp, but instead she found Bloom and Taps stacking baskets in neat piles.
‘A hormonal colt and filly left unsupervised, and they aren’t messing around? What’s wrong with youngins these days?’
Staying silent, Applejack kept watching the two. Applebloom was doing most of the work, just giving Taps the bad baskets to stack in the corner, or occasionally asking him to move a pile she’d finished.
Watching the two, it occurred to her that they’d been mistaken. Applebloom was completely oblivious to Taps’ affections. She felt bad for the colt, he was over the moon for a mare that didn’t see him any different than just friend.
When Taps reared up to stack a basket, Applejack couldn’t help but notice a dot of pink at the end of his sheath. He wasn’t erect, but certainly willing himself not to be. She should have looked away, but she didn’t.
“All done!” Applebloom said, pushing the last few baskets into the corner. Turning around, she smiled at Taps. “Thanks for the help.”
They were inches from each other. A moment hung in the air; Applejack was sure they were about to kiss.
“How'd your show in Baltermare go last week??” Bloom asked, shattering the moment.
Taps deflated. “Good." He perked up a bit with honest enthusiasm. "I got an offer to preform in Canterlot!”
Applejack put her hoof to the door and pushed it open. She felt the need to rescue the poor colt.
“Oh wow!” Applejack said, pretending to be surprised at the neatly sorted baskets. “You two did a good job.”
“Thanks!” the two foals echoed.
Applejack strolled between the two to examine the stack of tattered baskets. “I’ll throw these out tomorrow.” Looking to Applebloom, she patted her on the back. “I know you have homework to do, I better let you get to it.”
“Joy...” Applebloom rolled her eyes, but smiled. She waved bye to the colt, then gave her sister a quick kiss on the cheek before walking towards the door.
Applejack was silent as she and Taps both watched her leave. Though she wasn’t watching quite as hard as Taps.
“You got it bad for her, don’t you?” she asked as soon as her sister was out of earshot.
Taps held his breath for a second, then let it out. “Yeah.”
“But she just doesn't see it. You told her outright?” Applejack asked.
He nodded. “I don’t think she understood me though.”
“Hmm...” Applejack turned to face the colt. “That’s a shame. Mac and I were rooting for you. Maybe you should try again when she’s in heat.” She leveled a glare at him. “Just don’t go getting her pregnant.”
Taps jerked into a straight-backed posture. “Yes, Ma'am! I mean, no- I mean, I won't!”
Applejack chuckled and patted him on the back. “I like you. Now come on. Let’s go get you a jar or two of preserves. You’ve earned it.”
In the back of the barn, Applejack studied the shelves of jars. “You and your mom like applebutter?” she asked.
Taps nodded. “Mmhmm, it’s a bit expensive though. We don’t get it much.”
“Takes a long time to cook.” Applejack took a jar from the shelf, and sat it on the ground. “I’ll give you some zap apple jam, too.” She scanned the shelves for the remnants of last year’s batch, and finally found it on the lowest shelf. Lowering her head to the floor, she reached back to fish out one of the few remaining jars.
Just as her hoof touch the zap apple jam, it occurred to her she was head down and but up in front of Taps. She peered back to see where the colt was looking, and found him intently staring at her backside.
‘Well... I did the same to him.’
A smirk played across her lips as lust and playfulness got the better of her. Still watching the colt’s expression, she flagged her tail, giving him a full view.
Taps’ eyes wet wide and ogled everything he’d been shown. She felt a little pride in still being able to hold a colt’s interest. When she studied him in return, she noticed pink flesh escaping his sheath.
“Liking what ya see?” she asked.
The question shook Taps from his stupor. “Sorry, sorry, so sorry,” he stammered as he reeled backwards. With his back to her, he sat on his belly to hide what was between his legs. “I’m just...” Taps sighed, and hid his face against the floor.
Applejack’s stomach fell. She’d only meant to tease the colt, not mortify him. “Shh...” she cooed. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
Taps braved meeting her eyes. “I didn’t?”
“Not at all. I was the one that decided to hike my tail.”
“You wanted me to look?” Taps asked, his ears focusing on her.
Applejack nodded. She walked back to the shelves and pulled a dusty bottle from the top. “You a wine drinker?” She knew his mother liked wine with dinner, she assumed he did too.
“Yeah? Sometimes.”
“Good.” Applejack picked up the bottle opener kept there, and opened the bottle with one motion. She walked back to Taps’ side, then laid on her belly just a hoof span away from him. “This is some of Mac’s hard cider. How about we split it?” She took a sip, then held it out for Taps to take.
His hoof shook as he reached for the bottle, seemingly unnerved by her closeness.
“It’s not strong,” Applejack said. “If you’re used to wine, this is nothing.”
Taps relaxed a bit and took the bottle. “Thanks.” He took a careful sip, then a proper drink. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he handed the bottle back. “That’s really good.”
Applejack watched the colt as she took another drink. He was a ball of nerves, and she could tell he was still hiding an erection. “You were going to say something earlier.” she said, passing the bottle back. “I’m just...”
Taps took a drink first, then answered. “You really want to know?”
Applejack nodded.
“Horny. I can’t stop thinking about sex, and it’s driving me crazy. It’s like... I don’t even have control over my own mind anymore.” He took a second sip, then passed the bottle back.
“Pretty normal at your age. Ya just need a healthy outlet.”
“Easier said than done,” Taps mumbled.
Applejack pondered the bottle in her hoof, then the colt beside her. She sat the bottle down, then rested a hoof on Taps. “Sometimes.”
The young stallion yelped in surprise as she pulled his back against her side. He struggled to stay on his belly, but the pull toppled him over.
“Oh!” Applejack gave him a playful grin. “You’re a little bigger than I would have guessed.” As stallions went, he was perfectly average, but his small frame made him look enormous.
“I, uh...” Taps tried to hide himself with his rear leg, but gave up after her comment.
“I take it you’ve never been with a mare?”
“N-no,” he said, looking over his shoulder at her.
“At least kissed one?”
He only shook head.
Applejack craned her neck and let her lips meet his. It was a messy, nervous kiss, but there was passion in it. Guiding his muzzle with her hoof, she led a second kiss. He was learning wonderfully fast.
Relaxing her jaw, she let her tongue reach out to his. A little coaxing soon calmed his nerves and their lips and tongues both explored the other’s.
“You okay?” she asked, pulling back from the kiss.
Taps nodded frantically. “Yeh. Very.”
“Good.” She leaned in for another kiss, but this time she let a hoof trace its way across his barrel and to his belly.
Taps moaned into the kiss when her hoof found its target. She couldn’t help but giggle at his twitches and groans as she traced up and down his length. Her thighs were twitching too, hungry for pressure inside them. She’d have to wait for satisfaction though. Right now, he would explode the instant he entered a mare.
Leaving the hard flesh, she hooked her hoof in his stifles and rolled him onto his back.
“What-” he started to ask when she broke the kiss, but the words faded into a guttural noise as she took him into her mouth. The colt twisted under her attention, writhing in pleasure from every little movement.
She guessed he wouldn’t last long, and she was right. After just a few bobs of her head, she felt his back arch as he flared in her mouth.
“I’m going to-”
She added speed and a little more tongue to the motion. The colt went rigid, then began to shake. Thick pulses of cum tried to fill her mouth, but she swallowed it as fast as it came.
Once the colt went still, she wiped her muzzle on his belly fuzz and looked up at him. His eyes were rolled back, and one foreleg was still twitching. “Feeling better?” she asked with a grin.
Taps waved a hoof around for a second before managing to speak. “Yesss.”
“Good.” Rolling onto her back, she let her legs part wide as she rubbed a little circle between her thighs. “You want to get a better look at what a mare looks like?”
She was glad to see Taps ears perk at the offer.
“Can I?” he asked, rolling onto his hooves.
Applejack gave him her best wink, still rubbing at the heat between her legs.
She moved her hoof away once his breath fell on her thigh. She smiled as he studied her with erotic curiosity. “You can touch, lick, poke. I’ll tell you if I don’t like it.”
He nodded, then carefully ran a hoof down her thigh. The touches were experimental at first. A colt curious about a difference in anatomy. He parted her and looked closely, touched every little part of her to feel the difference. Then lips and hot breath caressed her teets. She hummed and squirmed as the need for pressure inside her doubled. Soon, a hoof toyed with a sensitive nipple while his tongue teased her inner mounds.
She groaned under the attention, her hips rocking on their own accord.
She needed to be filled, anything less was just frustrating her now. She twisted to better see between the colt’s legs and smiled. Her gamble on the virility of youth had paid off. He was already hard again. With having already gone once, he’d hopefully last long enough for her.
Applejack reached down and took Taps’ muzzle in her hooves. He followed her lead without a word; stepping his forelegs over her hind legs to straddle her barrel. Their lips met, and she guided him till he rested on her mounds. She could feel his legs shaking as his tip prodded at her, trying to find the way in.
“Just relax, and aim a little lower,” she said, using a hoof to guide him to the right spot.
Wetness let him into her with little resistance. They both groaned as he put his full length in. He rested there a moment, his full weight on her as he twitched inside her. She’d had bigger by far, but he was enough to get the job done.
After a moment, her hips began to rock with their own rhythm again, encouraging Taps to match it. It was strange not having a stallion larger than her looming above, but she couldn’t help but adore the little colt clinging to her barrel. She rested her chin on top of his head and cooed into an ear. “Mmm... You’re doing good.” Her hooves rested on his hips and guided his rhythm. “Just keep going like that.” Once he’d gotten a pace that was to her liking, she wrapped her forelegs around her little lover.
“Oh...” she moaned, then kissed him between the ears. “Am I your little filly?” she asked with a cheesy grin.
Taps looked up at him with a feverish smile. He drove himself hard into her and stretched his neck for a kiss. Their breath mingled in passion for a moment. “You’ll always be my first filly.”
Applejack giggled. “Sis was a fool to let you slip by.” Wrapping her hind legs around Taps, she spurred him into a faster pace. She could feel the pressure growing; she’d come soon.
Taps began to take more control as their rutting continued; holding her with confidence, and setting his own pace. She could feel him flaring inside her, and her body craved his seed. Pinned to the floor by his cock, she twisted and moaned in pleasure. Each new stroke stoked the clutching pressure inside her till it begged for release.
Her lover’s hoof wandered to her flank and without warning gave her a playful smack. The sudden sting echoed through her body as Taps began hard, full-length thrusts. Her whole body began to shake as an hour of sexual tension hit its breaking point. An orgasm like she hadn’t had in years sent her into spasms as her mind went white. The only thing she was aware of was a colt throbbing inside her, filling her with his lust—his pulses of ejaculation sending waves of ecstasy through her.
As the world came back into focus, Applejack drew her little lover into a tight embrace. “That was nice,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
Taps kissed her on the neck, then nuzzled into her chest.
“Feel better? Your head clear now?” she asked.
“I feel a lot better. I really can’t believe that just happened though.”
Applejack shrugged. “You seemed to need it, and I did too. Call this a friendship lesson on the difference between love and sex.”
Taps let out a long sigh. “I need to head home. Mom will wonder where I am.”
Applejack untangling from the colt. “This isn’t something we should make a habit of, but if Bloom doesn't come around...”
Taps grinned through a blush. “I umm... may take you up on that.”
Applejack stood, twitching at the sensation of fluid escaping her and running down her leg. “Don’t forget your food though.” She put the two jars in a basket and hoofed it over to him. “And tell you mother I said, Hi,” she said before kissing him between the ears.
He smiled up at her. “Will do!”
And with that, he trotted off. She could tell he felt worlds better, and she did too. After shaking her leg to throw off the semen, she picked up the bottle of cider and studied it. She started to take a drink, but paused. She needed a shower, and the only thing better than a hot shower after sex was one with a bottle of cider to sip on. Balancing the bottle on her back, she made her way to the house.
In the far corner, behind a stack of hay, Applebloom groaned as her hoof pulled another orgasm from her. Her plan had worked perfectly.