A Winter Day
Applejack trotted inside. She shook off the snow on her boots and kicked them off by the door. Her chores for the day were done, and she could smell the vegetable stew simmering on the stove. That was the nice thing about winter. It always was a nice time to relax, even if that meant her mind sometimes wandered to things she usually didn’t think about.
She grabbed a bowl and filled it with the stew before taking a seat at the table. She tried to sip at a spoonful, but it was still too hot. She blew on it slowly, but as she did, she heard a quiet giggling coming from up the stairs. It sounded like Apple Bloom and her friends were up to something. Since the soup was still too hot, Applejack figured that she might as well go see what was going on while she waited for it to cool.
She glanced up the narrow staircase. Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle were all crouched down low at the top of the stairs. Scootaloo stretched slowly upward as if trying to look at something while not being seen. She quickly crouched back down low, giggling quietly as she blushed.
Applejack silently stepped up the stairs. She had to skip a couple that creaked. She was close enough to hear them whispering.
“It’s so big,” Scootaloo said.
Sweetie Belle peeked next. “He might be even bigger than those stallions in the magazines Rarity always hides from me. What’s he looking at anyway?”
“A picture of Sugar Belle,” Applebloom answered. “He always gets this way when he looks at that.”
Applejack stretched to get a look at what the girls were seeing while trying to remain silent. Big Mac’s door was wide open at the top of the stairs. Her brother was lying on his bed with his legs off the bed. Applejack blushed as she saw just how fully at attention her brother’s stallion parts were.
“What you lookin’ at, girls?” Applejack asked.
The three fillies jumped in surprise. Big Mac finally seemed to notice he had an audience. He blushed and rolled over to hide his erection.
“We weren’t looking very long, I swear!” Scootaloo said.
“Is that true?” Applejack glared at them all. Really, she couldn’t blame maturing fillies for being curious, and she had to admit that if Big Mac wasn’t her brother, he would be one of the more handsome and well-equipped stallions in town. But since he was her brother, she tried not to think about him in those ways.
Apple Bloom cracked. “Oh, fine. We were looking for a while. It was… a game to see how long it would take him to notice us.”
“You girls are too young to be messin’ around with stallions. Save that for when you’re older. And Big Mac, remember to shut your door next time you want to think about your girlfriend like that.”
“Uh… eyup.” Big Mac sheepishly kicked the door shut.
Applejack looked down at the three fillies. “I hope you can find a more appropriate game to fill your time. If I catch you spying on Big Mac like this again-”
Sweetie Belle had the sad sort of expression Rarity would have when trying ask for a favor. “We won’t! We won’t! Just don’t tell Rarity!”
“Fine. This is your only warning.”
Applejack trotted back downstairs to her lunch. The three fillies rushed past and went outside as she began to eat her soup. Without any work to worry about, it was hard to keep her mind from wandering back to what she had seen on the bed. If thinking about Sugar Belle was making Big Mac that hot and bothered, had the two of them actually done much? Applejack felt a bit of guilt and pushed the thought of Big Mac mounting the pink mare away as she began to feel a different sort of heat than from the warm soup she was eating.
Rarity had always suggested she get a good magazine for times like this. Twilight was of a similar opinion. Or course, the two would always argue over which stallions were the best looking. Applejack could never bring herself to bring any of those sort of magazines home for fear of Granny or Apple Bloom finding that sort of thing, And Rainbow… well, she had naughty suggestions and toys for such urges. Applejack had sometimes given in and explored some of those naughty suggestions during particularly bad days.
Twilight had invited them all over for board games and dinner that evening. Maybe Applejack could find a friend willing to help later, but Applejack was feeling mighty needy right now.
She stared at her soup and tried to imagine what sort of stallion she’d like to have for company. She hadn’t met anypony exciting at any of the Hearth’s Warming parties, so she figured she was out of luck for the season. When spring came around in a few months, she’d be too busy with the farm again to care about having a cute stallion to snuggle up with.
She cleaned off her bowl and decided to take a quick walk out to the barn. Even if everything had been put away for the winter, the act of checking over the barn would at least take her mind off things. The barn was so close that she didn’t even bother putting her boots or coat back on. The cold would be good for clearing her mind.
Her hooves crunched through the snow as she made her way out to the barn. She shoved the big door open then slammed it shut behind her. She grabbed the lantern by the door and tried to light it, but a faint breeze blew out her match. She narrowed her eyes and looked around. The barn should be tight as a barrel. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she noticed thin line of light around one of the shutters. She looked it over suspiciously before latching it up tightly again.
With the shutter taken care of, she lit the lantern and looked around. There hadn’t been any fierce storms that would have knocked the shutter loose, so that meant something must have knocked it out of place by breaking into the barn. Normally she’d get Fluttershy to help with any rogue critters, but it would be easier to trap the pest herself now and take it to Fluttershy when they met at Twilight’s castle later.
She poked around the barn quietly as she looked for signs of any animals. There weren’t any droppings or wet tracks, but as she poked around in the back of the barn, she found that one of the barrels of apples had been opened. About a dozen apples lay on the ground nearby. Applejack looked them over. They were withered and dry as if all the juice had been sucked from them. It was just like when the fruit bats had attacked her orchards, but she knew none of those would be around in the middle of winter.
Applejack kept looking for any further signs of whatever creature might have got into the apples, but she didn’t see anything on the ground. If it was bats, maybe they’d be up in the rafters. She lifted up the lantern and peered up at the shadowy ceiling. Something large was hanging from one of the beams. Applejack stepped closer. It was fluffy in some parts and leathery in others. She stepped around it and saw a pair of tufted ears poking out from behind the folded wings.
A bat pony? Here in her barn? It seemed impossible. There were rumors of bat ponies elsewhere, but the only bat pony Applejack had ever seen was Fluttershy, and that had been when one of Twilight’s spells had gone wrong. This one seemed to be a bit larger than Fluttershy, but it was still a bit smaller than Applejack. It had light brown fur and a black mane and tail.
It seemed sound asleep. Applejack wasn’t about to just let some bat pony eat all her family’s apples, so she grabbed a coil of rope hanging on the wall and tied a quick lasso. She was about to toss it when the bat pony yawned and stretched his wings out. Even a quick glance told her it was definitely a stallion. Hanging down against his fluffy belly was a large black cock. It was a lot larger than she would have guessed a stallion of that size to be. Maybe even as large as Big Mac’s. The feeling of warmth began to grow again as she stared.
Even if this bat was cute and big in the right ways, she still wasn’t going to let him stow away in her barn. She whirled her rope around. The bat pony screeched in surprise as the rope tightened and pulled him down onto a pile of hay.
Applejack put a hoof on his chest to hold him down. She looked him over as the lantern light gleamed on his smooth shaft and soft coat. The warmth she felt between her legs seemed to grow stronger as she thought of just how close the bat stallion’s shaft was to her hoof.
The bat pony blinked. He had big yellow eyes that almost seemed to glow in the dim light of the lantern. He looked surprised, but he surprised Applejack by smiling.
“Hello there. It’s not every day a beautiful mare pins me down.”
Applejack slipped in shock, causing her hoof to brush against the large cock in front of her. She quickly pulled it back up to the stallion’s chest and tried not to blush. “You can talk?” She looked him over. He had a cutie mark shaped like some sort of nut on his flanks. He seemed thin yet strong, sort of like Rainbow Dash.
He glanced down at her hoof then looked into her eyes. “Of course I can. Have you never seen a bat pony before? I guess we don’t get out much. The name’s Chestnut, but please, call me Chester.”
“Chester… well, you’re the first bat pony I’ve met that can talk. Of course, the other one wasn’t usually a bat pony. A spell went wrong and turned her into one. But that’s not important. What you doin’ in my barn? Why you eatin’ my apples?”
She ground her hoof into his chest to make her point. Even his chest muscles felt like Rainbow Dash’s as she pressed into him.
“I was starving and could smell those juicy apples packed away in those barrels. I was going to pay for them before I left. I’d never rob anypony as cute as you.”
“Your flattery isn’t going to get you out of this. But I think you have something else that will.”
Applejack lowered her hoof and gently rubbed his tip.
“Ahh… you smell a lot like your apples. Nice and juicy and ripe.” He licked his lips. His erect shaft throbbed a little.
“Wait, you can smell… ah, nevermind. Even if you’re cute, why should I trust a thieving bat pony like you?”
The warmth in her had progressed to more of a needy burning now. She hadn’t noticed before, but the bat pony had a nice smell to him. It smelled a lot like the chestnuts he was named after. The flickering light glinted off a little droplet of pre on the his tip.
He chuckled. “I won’t even make you untie me until you trust me. I’m sure if you give me a chance, you’ll like it.”
“It’s a deal, then.”
Applejack leaned down and rested her head on the Chester’s soft belly as she playfully stroked his shaft. She smeared the pre leaking from the tip over the top of the shaft and smiled before leaning in to lick it off slowly. Chester made a pleased moan and rewarded her with some more pre for her to lick off. She kept licking, slowly and deliberately. She was too busy during most the year to really do much with stallions, but she had been around enough to learn a few tricks. And some of her more open friends had taught her plenty.
She kept licking the thick cock in front of her. It had a pleasant musky flavor. She opened wide and pressed it against her tongue as she slipped the tip into her mouth and sucked slowly on it. She could see Chester’s body rise and fall as he gasped and moaned. She slowly moved her head, sucking and nibbling gently on different part of the cock in her mouth. Chester snorted and panted as she drove him closer to his limit. She inched more of the cock slowly inside her mouth until her lips bumped against his medial ring. She gulped and shoved down on it, pushing the flaring tip into her throat as she fit it all into her mouth.
She bobbed her head up and down and started fiddling with her winking nub with one hoof as her own folds started to drip. Chester made cute little high-pitched chirps as he got closer and closer to his limit. Applejack went up and down against the firm cock and a moment later, Chester screeched loudly. She could feel his warm fluids fill the back of her mouth. She pulled off him a little to catch some in her throat as she swallowed it all down. The bat kept cumming, but Applejack was ready. She hungrily swallowed it all. She left just a little on Chester’s tip as she pulled away.
“Mmm… I think you live up to your cutie mark with a flavor like that. I think you’ve earned the right to know my name at least. I’m Applejack.”
She stroked his tight balls and smiled.
“Ahh… Applejack…” He whispered her name in one breathy, blissful utterance.
The sight of his wet cock was still leaving Applejack wanting more. She sat on top of it and started to rub her wet folds against it.
“Well, partner… now that you’re warmed up, you ready for some real buckin’?”
Applejack could feel his shaft respond to her attention as it quickly regained its full hardness. She slid up to the top of it. She pushed him a little further back in the hay so he’d be higher up and then tugged on the rope. She moaned as her body stretched in an instant around the tip. She went down, pressing him into the hay while pulling tight on the rope. She loosened her grip and pulled back up until he almost slipped out then went down again. The sudden penetration made her moan and her instincts drove her to grind down against the stallion.
As she picked up the pace, he started to get more into it. She’d go down, and he’d buck with his back legs. He hilted inside her each time and his balls rubbed against her. He screeched and climaxed again, filling her with a sticky warmth.
She could feel his fluids dripping from her folds, but Applejack was far from ready for this to be over. She rode him fast and hard even as he moaned and trembled. He was at his limit, but Applejack was just getting started. The burning desire inside her kept growing. She wanted that thick bat pony cock filling and rubbing every bit of her, and she did her best to make that happen. She lined up the flared tip and medial ring perfectly, rubbing them in just the right places. She pressed down hard and moaned loudly as her body rippled with pleasure. She could feel every inch of him as her body seemed to milk Chester’s shaft. She rubbed up and down, but it was if her body was resisting even an inch of it slipping out her as she clamped down hard on him.
Chester had no words. The blissful look in his wide eyes said everything that needed to be said about where Applejack had taken him with their fun.
Applejack panted for breath as her fluids mixed with his and began to drip down from between her legs. She loosened the rope and threw it to the side. He wrapped his wings around her back as they embraced and kissed.
Applejack pressed her nose to his and smiled. “Next time, try to last a little longer.”
“Next time?”
“Yeah, I’m not letting an apple thief go until he’s worked hard to clear his debt.”
“And how long might that take?”
“Maybe all winter, especially if you stay here and keep eating more.”
“You’d really let me stay?”
“I think I made the consequences clear for what happens if you do.”
“This will certainly be more interesting than going back to the colony.”
Applejack slowly pulled off him, leaving a mess on his lap. She sat on his chest with her legs to either side of his face.
“Well, you better get started on cleanup duty to earn your keep if you’re staying.”
Outside of the barn, three fillies each were looking through little cracks into the barn where they had loosened a few boards.
“Looks like Applejack really liked her present,” Scootaloo said. “I wouldn’t mind getting a present like that.”
“Good thing we heard Rarity and Twilight talking about it,” Sweetie Belle said. “That was romantic.”
“I think you mean sexy.”
Apple Bloom booped her two friends. “Shush. We need to keep it down or she’ll hear us.”
Scootaloo took another peek. “Maybe we should follow her to the party just to see her face when they tell her that they planned the whole thing. Rainbow Dash was in on it, too.”
Apple Bloom crouched next to her friend and watched as the bat pony started licking over Applejack with his long tongue. They hadn’t meant to overhear the plot to get her sister a stallion, but she could remember it clearly.
Twilight had insisted that the only time Applejack would want a stallion was during the long winter months when there weren’t many chores around the farm. Rarity had told her that she knew the perfect stallion they could hire. Rainbow Dash had left a short time later with a big bag of bits. It looked like their plan had worked. Applejack really had gone all out and enjoyed herself.
“Well, girls,” Apple Bloom said. “I think we have a lot more than cutie marks to look forward to when we’re a little older.”