Applejack's Applesauce
You use an arm to wipe the sweat from your brow. The massive apple orchard the Apple Family maintains is a small wonder of the world, and they eagerly hired you to help despite the fact that you’re human. The apples here are huge, and your arms have become quite toned since you started working here. You last of the apples in this tree into the wicker basket hanging on your back and head over to Applejack, who’s kicking an apple tree empty.
“How’re you holding’ up, sugarcube?” she asks in that lovable southern drawl
“I’m doing fine. It’s pretty hot out today though, and I could use a drink.”
“Well, you’re in luck, as I was just thinkin’ about takin’ a break. Care for some apple juice?”
Your heart quickens at the mention, bringing back memories of a night you had once drank too much of Big Macintosh’s hard apple cider with Applejack. You had joked that, since you are what you eat, Applejack was really an apple inside and out, and she probably tasted like one. A few big words and bets around the campfire late at night, and before you knew it, you had become intimately familiar with the orange and blonde filly. She was a special pony, having been born a female, but still having some male parts. You didn’t mind; you and her both found ways to pleasure each other when the others weren’t around, sneaking off into the barn or deep into the sprawling apple orchard where harvesting wasn’t due for months. Some of the other ponies in town didn’t exactly approve of Applejack being in love with you, but she didn’t care.
But one thing had really surprised you during one of your special trips into the orchards: after seeing Applejack make water in the fields, you had tasted apple juice on the tip, and when she had squatted in a ditch once, you spied a pile of real applesauce. It didn’t stink; it looked just like it, felt just like it when you gave it a poke of your finger, and tasted just like it too! Applejack had been queasy at the sight at first, but after you insisted, she had let you explore further and further, until she was the one asking you, like this very moment. You nodded with a smile and licked your lips.
“Well alright then.”
You smile and walk under the shade of a nearby apple tree, getting on your hands and knees, feeling the cool grass between your fingers and against your legs. Applejack trots over, and you can see her member becoming slightly hard. She stands about as tall as your shoulders, minus the hat, so your head easily fits between her forelegs as she puts her hooves on your back. Before your face is her drooping member, still hardening. Her apple-scented musk fills your nostrils as it nears, and you lift a hand to lift the tip to your mouth.
“Just relax, Applejack. Relax,” you say, before you slide the soft flesh into your mouth, and you hear a sigh from Applejack above you. You dart your tongue against the opening a couple times, and she chuckles a little.
“Darlin’, if you keep doin’ that, Ah won’t be able to go.”
You move your tongue to rest against the underside of the appendage that fills your mouth and wait for her release. With another exhale, you feel it getting bigger all of a sudden between your lips and liquid begins to pour forth. Slowly, at first, you wait a second or two between gulps of the sweet juice, then it begins to gush and you can feel the warm thin stream pressing against the top of your mouth between each gulp. The flow increases, and juices leak out the sides of your mouth as your try to keep up, the hot fluid coursing down your throat and filling your belly.
It stops abruptly, with only a few more drops dribbling from the tip, and you give it a suck or two for good measure.
“Ahh, thanks sugar cube!” Applejack says as she dismounts your face. You wipe your soaked mouth and chin on your arm. You notice her eyes looking pensive for a moment before you ask what’s wrong.
“Well, uh, you wouldn’t be hungry, too, wouldja?"
You nod your head in reply, knowing full well what she means. She turns around and presents her rump to you, still on your knees. The curves of her light orange buttocks soon fill your field of vision, and between them, a pinched ring of darker orange. Her cheeks touch the sides of your face, their sweat rubbing on you, and here her sweet musk is strongest. One of you hands lifts her tail, the other pulling one of the cheeks apart long enough for you to nestle your face between them. Your lips kiss her sphincter, the first tastes of her reaching your mouth, and your hand lets go of her cheek, letting them squeeze and hold your face in place. You force your tongue onto it, swirling around and poking in gently, slowly loosening it up. You give her a couple soft pats on her flank, letting her know you’re ready, your lips creating a seal for your open mouth beneath her tail.
Her forelegs collapse, her hind end in the air and pressed against your face. Her sphincter presses out for a moment before you feel the hot, sweet, tart, and soft applesauce begin to emerge. You feel a little at first after hearing some squishing noise from with her, then mouthfuls of the stuff are pressing into your mouth and throat, but her cheeks and your lips keep it from spilling. Her grunts and exhalations create the pressing feeling in your pants as you service her. You swallow as fast as you can, and suck when it stops.
For a moment you think she’s done and pull your face back when she passes gas right in your face. The succulent smell of your meal wafts across your face, and you see a little more coming out. With both hands you spread them again, lapping up the dribble running down her posterior. You hear her let out a sigh as she stands up.
“Thanks, darlin. Ah never knew how much Ah liked that kinda thing ’till you came along.” She smiles and hugs you for a moment and you return the embrace. When she pulls back you try to kiss her, but she puts a hoof on you mouth. “Sorry, sweetie, but Ah ain’t gonna kiss that mouth now that Ah know where it’s been.” She chuckles softly and lets you kiss her on the cheek. “We’d best be gettin’ back. Don’t want anypony to suspect anythin.”