Applejack eats a peach.

by Fillyfooler

First published

Applejack eats a peach.

It's just Applejack eats a peach.

Cover art taken from the show, by someone else who also erased the background I take no respect for it.

Eating peaches.

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Applejack eats a peach.

By Fillyfooler


Applejack sat and stared at the peach, what a wonderful peach it was. Beautifully the cress in the middle separated the two wonderful haves, a light fuzz surrounding it, protecting it from the very elements of it's creation. It was in her opinion a perfect peach, its light fuzz showing even in the relative darkness of the room.

She had often had this particular type of peach but she never tired of it, it was always amazing. She guessed any other mare would feel inclined, after a time, to leave this type of peach but she was a mare of honesty and honestly she had never wished for another.

Sure at times the type did have it's problems, and sure at certain times of the day and night it wasn't as lovely as it was right now but that didn't matter to Applejack. All that mattered to Applejack was that at the time when she wanted it, it was there and willing, willing to be consumed by her and her never sated wants.

Of course the tree mattered more than the fruit, but the best way to test a tree was by it's fruit and Applejack knew every day how much the tree was cared for. But now she was to decimate it, Applejack wondered if she truly deserved to decimate such a wonderful peach.

She sighed, sometimes it was hard. To try and monitor the tree and yet still have time to buck apples, well it took time, time and patience. Although the fruits of her labour always showed, as any apple eater in ponyville would say or as the tree would say.

But still it sat there, that wonderful peach, a picture of beauty. Flesh so soft it made her mouth water just thinking about it, skin the texture of felt and the smallest of stones right where you wanted a stone. It was beautiful and it made Applejack's mouth salivate on it's own accord. She so desperate wanted to just lunge forward and consume it in the way of an animal, tongue going wild, teeth sinking into soft buttery flesh, mind abandoned in a frenzy of feeding, and the feeling of just utter bliss as it would lay consumed in front of her.

But good things in life are meant to be taken slowly and patiently. This she knew, but it didn't make it any easier as she slowly opened her maw and brought out her tongue. Slowly, so very slow she licked the peach in big, long, sweeping strokes. Taking in the very taste of the skin, she showed the peach tenderness and kindness as she lapped, almost content just to do that but still wanting more.

She started to retract her tongue to view her hoofwork, it looked so wonderful with a full coating of saliva. Dear Celetia she wanted it so badly, but she reframed from loosing all self control and she ,every so slowly went forward and inhaled the scent of freshly licked peach deeply.

Then impulse came upon her and she had to taste it, had to sink her teeth into the buttery flesh of that most wonderful of peaches in all of creation. And so she did, opening her mouth wide she pushed forward and took a gigantic bite of the peach.

She almost orgasmed, it was wonderful. Firm, full and juicy. She savored the taste as she swallowed, her face was flushed, her genitals were wet and she panted as she continued to saver the taste of the wonderful fruit in front of her. It almost too good as she opened her eyes to look at the partly devoured peach, it seemed to be wanting more.

She came forward again and licked the wound, sweetness capturing her tongue. The juices seeming in abundance as they matted the fur around her mouth, she felt so wet as she continued to lick. Then a stray hoof started to descend, slowly going down her body, rubbing certain special places of her body and tickling her.

Another urge hit her again, like waves crashing against a rock in a thunderstorm. She didn't want to cave, this was meant to be taken with time and care, but it was just to much for her as she caught another whiff of the peaches wonderful smell. She lunged forward as her hoof made contact with her marehood, her mouth and vagina both coming alive as they were stated of their desires. Slowly she rubbed the tip of her hoof into her moist folds, as she continued to bite down on the peach.

It felt as if Applejack had entered heaven, both centers of her pleasure were being pleased as she continued to clop and eat, the juices running down her face on to her chest as very similar juices ran down her back leg staining the woodwork.

Applejack pulled away as she clopped, her hoof now seriously digging into sensitive flesh. Her face was a mess, the taste forever implanted onto her brain as she stared at the two thirds devoured peach. Her breath raspy, Applejack leant forward and breathed on her almost devoured prize. She closed her eyes as electric ice coursed throughout her veins, centering on currently occupied vagina.

She needed to finish, she needed to fully stop her hunger. She went forward, panting, and saw it. The stone, now devoid of flesh to hide behind, was fully exposed. She wanted it, she wanted it in her mouth! She sprang forward, neck muscular complaining, opened her maw and swallowed the last of the fruit including the stone.



The reaction was immediate, as flesh seized and contorted, she was screaming as the orgasm took place. Applejack was forced back into Fluttershy's sex as the Pegasus's orgasm coursed through her, Applejack's own furious masturbating stopping as she fought for air.

Fluttershy slowly released Applejack as she calmed, her breath coming back down to normal as the farmer pulled her head up from between Fluttershy's back hooves, smiling.

“Was that good Sugercube?” Applejack asked
Fluttershy was too stunned to speak and instead only nodded her head.
“Well that's good to hear, but I gotta mighty harsh itch of my own. I was wondering if you would scratch it?”
No sooner had the words left her mare juice covered lips, that Applejack found Fluttershy's head buried in the wetness that was her flower, lapping ever so contentedly, as she tried to give back the pleasure she had just received. But that's a story for another time.

Fin