Author's Notes:

If you're familiar with the kind of fictions I write, you should know what's coming. Just so you know.

The barn downstairs had already been cleared of decorations by the time you returned; Rarity, Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie stayed behind to help Big MacIntosh with that.

They all rejoiced when Applejack walked through the barn door, still in her equestrian form. And lucky for you, they were also quick to forgive. They were all so exhausted and worried, but with Applejack's safe return, they could breathe a sigh of relief and head to their respective homes, where their beds were calling them.

However, it isn’t your bed that’s calling to you right now. It’s Applejack, calling you to hers.

Her bedroom door shuts with a click as you kick your shoes off. Applejack herself sits on the bedcovers, her eyes sharp and awake despite the recent drama that took its toll on the both of you. She beckons you forward with a foreleg; a beckoning you’re eager to follow. Tonight, you’re going to show her how little your differences matter between man and pony. You’re going to show her just how much she means to you.

“So, sugar cube,” she says with a touch of optimism, “Are you really over the whole… y’know, me being a pony thing? Does this mean you’re not afraid anymore?”

You sit down next to her, close enough to feel her warmth. “I think I can handle it this time.”

A smile curls the tips of her mouth, safe in the knowledge that you would go this far for her. You’re a thousand times more thankful; you know she’d gladly give up her whole body just to make you happy.

You close in on those smiling lips, finally giving her the untainted kiss you’ve always wanted to. Feeling her response, pushing back with a kiss of her own, it feels… right. Regardless of the shape, the size, the origin, if you’re both truly in love, the kiss will always feel perfect.

Just like this one; the glowing act of passion you‘ve both always wanted to give to one another. Your heart races as from Applejack’s lips, the taste of - what else? - apples tease your senses. The temptation soon becomes too much. Your tongue finally presses forward, licking your partner’s lips, begging to be let in. With a giddy sigh, her lips part, her tongue rushing to greet yours.

Amidst the wet, wonderful dancing your tongues make, she begins to lean back, her hooves wrapping themselves around you, pulling you down with her. Your hand reaches up and removes her stetson hat, letting it fall to the floor. The kiss breaks, only for a second, as Applejack lifts your shirt off over your head.

Diving back into your dizzy rush of tongues and her sweet taste, you run a free hand down her mane, taking in the long, blonde strands that group at the end with her red hairband. With a flick of your wrist, you pull it off, letting her hair flow freely down her shoulders. Beautiful.

A weak groan of exasperation vibrates from her throat as her hooves fumble with your belt buckle. You lend a hand, quickly releasing the catch on it. Without breaking the bond of your frantic tongues, she slowly pulls down your work jeans, letting you kick them off when they reach your heels. You do the same with your socks.

Your hands pass over her soft, round flank, giving it a firm (and very enjoyable) grip with one hand while your other runs down her smooth tail. You feel her shudder in pleasurable anticipation as you give the tail a gentle tug. You finally reach the hairband in the tail’s tip. Off it goes.

Meanwhile, Applejack’s fore-hooves slide down your body, her first time seeing it nearly completely unclothed. Only one more delicate piece of clothing for her to remove…

A minute later, and the ritual of undressing is finished. As the kiss of your life ends, you lie on top of her, your bare skin in full contact with hers, sending your thoughts haywire with fervour. She looks at you with her emerald eyes, without a hat nor hairband on her. Perhaps she feels as naked as you are without them.

“Should we, uh,” Applejack’s face is as red as the apples on her flank, “Do you want us to go any further? Y’sure you’re comfortable with this?”

You pause to consider. Applejack’s condition as a pony hasn’t deterred you in the slightest so far. Would you go all the way with her? For any other pony in Equestria, you’d down-right refuse. But for beautiful Applejack?

“I’m up for it if you are.”

With a giggle that conveys just how glad she is to hear that, her hooves wrap around your waist, pulling it down, your hips suggestively bumping against hers in a steady rhythm. You have other ideas first - a deft hand of yours strokes her rising and falling chest, working its way down her belly, and eventually between her rear legs. Time to show her what your human hands are capable of.

She gasps when she feels a stray finger working up and down her open entrance, teasing it that little bit more. Two fingers cautiously push forward, only going as deep as their tips. A moan that Applejack fails to hold back says it all; she’s got no objection to it.

The rhythm of your hips against hers continue as your fingers slowly bury themselves deeper inside her. There, they explore her insides, each touch met with a deep breath, or a soft cry from your partner. She begins to pant, hard and fast as your fingers do the work. Suddenly, she shivers, your fingertips moist with the fluid from her as her panting rises to calls of pleasure.

“Ahh! Ahh! I- I can’t take it no more! C’mere!” She growls, overtaken by excitement and ecstasy. Her hoof slaps your hand away from her gaping, dripping entrance before she adjusts the position of her hips, hungrily bringing it up to your solid shaft.

You slide it inside her, the warm, wet sensation sending you into a state of bliss. And again. And again. Applejack pushes back with a faster pace of her own, taking control over the act herself, despite you being on top. Fine by you.

The longer the night wears on, the more beads of sweat trickle down Applejack’s body, mingling with your own. The mare’s famous endurance, gained from years of farm work, finally begins to falter. You’re working on adrenaline, perseverance and all the self control you can muster by this point, slowing down to pull yourself back from the brink of orgasm time and time again, catching your breath whenever you can.

Her hoof pushes into your chest gently, telling you to pull out for a moment. You do as she asks, allowing her to roll onto all fours, changing her position under you. Despite her fatigue, she holds up her flank towards you as if she’s presenting herself, complete with a suggestive flick of her wild tail. It seems that’s how she wants you to finish her off.

You hesitate. The position is unfamiliar to you, sure, but it’s probably something her kind just prefer. That doesn‘t matter; for Applejack, you’re willing to try anything.

It takes an awkward moment to clamber into the right position over her, but when you cautiously enter her from this new angle, you can’t even hold back a gasp when the pleasure ripples through you.

Her moaning only makes it all the better. Soon, you’re driving yourself into her at a fever pitch, trying to coax yet another groan or sigh of ecstasy from her, all the while holding against the rising build-up from your throbbing personal possession.

Just as you’re about to go for the finish, you notice Applejack’s moaning rise in tone, slowly becoming cries of satisfaction. You try to hold on for just a little longer, fighting against the pressure threatening to burst through. Her hind legs suddenly tense, as if rearing up to buck something, before she stomps them back into the bed, accompanied with a high-pitched yell and a shudder.

A hot, wet sensation washes over your shaft as she finishes, a feeling so wonderful that it breaks down any effort in holding yourself back. Your surging release sends one shockwave after another throughout your body, each discharge relieving you of the pressure that built up over the night.

Finally pulling yourself out, you collapse at your exhausted partner’s side. You watch her chest rise and fall as you both lie there catching your breath. A satisfied smile glows on her face, her eyes dazed and weary. You know the feeling.

Looking back, the whole experience was extraordinary. So strange, yet so wonderful. After the climatic finish (Applejack would agree) and collapsing in her bed, the rest of the night is spent under the warmth of her covers, wrapped in a tangle of pony’s hooves and human’s arms, exchanging one sleepy kiss for another with her.

The night ticks on, and eventually Applejack drifts to sleep. You find yourself staring up at the ceiling, thinking hard about what you had just done tonight. Applejack’s a pony. A four-legged creature from another world. And she’s your lover.

You hadn’t had any of those horrible thought-attacks throughout the whole deed. Maybe it’s because you’re okay with it now. It’s all water under the bridge.

You think back to your fantasy about starting a farm back on Earth. About settling down with a human girl there. But this world is already far better, don’t you think? Low crime rate. War is nonexistent. A smile on every face. Magic. You’ve found some…pony you love, even if she’s not your perfect match.

You turn your head towards the sleeping figure next to you. Stray strands of golden hair tangle down across her freckle-specked face. She stretches, and you can feel the twitch of her hind legs under her covers. Her tail can also be felt, wrapping dexterously around one of your legs. With a quiet yawn, she nuzzles your shoulder, hugging you like a big doll. Her soft breathing warms your neck.

Scratch what you said earlier. She’s perfect in every way.