Author's Notes:

Characters: Golden Delicious, Crème de la Crème [click names for character bios] [click HERE for humanized versions]

Tags: Romance, Slice-of-Life

Triggers: Paizuri, Fingering, Creampie, Fondling,

This chapter had to undergo some heavy rewriting, after seeing Kilala’s piece “Trip” , Blck-Dynomte decided that what he had before was a little too forced. So he tore it down and built it back up with that pic as the foundation. Anyway, sorry for the wait, and here ya go.

Del just could not get that incident out of his mind, no matter how much he wanted to, or didn’t want to, who knew? The subconscious could be a real bitch sometimes. Point being, he couldn’t forget what he felt that day his Canterlot friend, Crème de la Crème, came to visit his family’s farm to sample country life. It wasn’t like Del planned to touch them, it just happened! One minute he’s walking over to Crème, the next, he’s tripping and finds his hands grabbing onto her – rather impressive – breasts. He pulled away as fast as gentlemanly possible of course, but his hands, his hands never forgot the feeling of those plump squishy yet firm orbs.

Even now as the young farmer hefted the basket of apples to the apple cellar, he couldn’t get it out of his mind, and that was three days ago! Okay, Crème was hot, he admitted that, ‘course, being the daughter of a famous fashion model and inheriting her svelte figure, long legs, enchanting smile, and her soft flowing hair…yeah, she was supermodel hot.

But of anything, besides her looks, Del really liked how she wasn’t stuck up or snobby like some of the Canterlot nobles, she was very happy and carefree, kind and considerate, and just generally a nice person to be around. Most girls her age would shy away or find life on a farm below contempt, but Crème embraced it, was fascinated with it, and even went as far as to come down from Canterlot to spend time on said farm. ‘Course, the first time this happened Starburst was around, for some reason or another, the two girls didn’t quite get along well.

Anyway, Crème made it a thing to come and spend some time on Del’s family farm, this time being the longest, a full seven days. It was great since she didn’t get to spend that much time with Crème besides when he catered in Canterlot or actually visited, so it was a welcome change. But now, after said incident with his accidental groping, Del was finding harder and harder to be around Crème.

Whenever they were out in the orchards, Del’s eyes would unconsciously travel towards her breasts, like right now. Crème was busy trying to reach for an apple on a lower hanging branch, her sweaty body made her tank top clink to her chest, giving him a nearly transparent view of her bust, which he estimated at a D-cup at the very least.
Del suddenly felt his pants growing tighter and when he realized he was getting a boner, Del quickly hunched over and covered himself. Unfortunately this did not go unnoticed by Crème as she finally managed to snag the elusive apple.

“Del are you alright?” Crème asked.

“Fine! Just fine, Crème!” Del quickly answered.

“Well, you don’t look fine…Did you by chance hurt yourself in a private place?”

“Uh…Uh…YEAH! Ah-Ah did! Oh-ouch! Ah think…Ah hit myself…on a low hangin’ branch…”

Crème clasped her hands over her mouth as she gasped in shock. “Oh no, Del! Do you need help?! I could…Oh…I don’t…Maybe we should go back to your house, I could help you walk there?!”

“No-no-no-no! Ah’ll be alright, really! Ah just need a few minutes, you go on ahead, Ah’ll catch up!” Del urged.

“Are you sure…? You look like you’re in a lot of pain there.”

Not the kind of pain ya might be thinkin’ of Crème…

Del nodded vigorously. “Yeah, go ahead, plus it’s kinda embarrassin’ to have a girl around when Ah’m like this!”

Crème still looked unsure, but conceded to Del on this, trusting the experienced farmer at his word. She then moved further down the rows of apple trees, checking the baskets and picking some of the apples that hadn’t fallen on their own yet. Once Crème was far enough away, Del uncrossed his legs and let out a relieved sigh, the fear of being caught having killed his boner.

“Of all the things Ah didn’t need or want Crème to see, is seein’ me gettin’ hard because Ah was…was…”

“Was what, Cuz?”

“GAH!”

Del jumped nearly twenty feet into the air, but really only jumping forward about ten feet. He then spun around and looked at the familiar voice’s origin. Api was standing behind the tree, arms behind her back as she gave Del her best impersonation of a Cheshire cat grin.

“Api, ya scared the horse manure out of me!”

The little redhead giggled. “Sorry, couldn’t help but notice what was goin’ on over here.”

Del raised an eyebrow at that. “And what exactly did you think was goin’ on?”

“Oh, only that you were gettin’ all hot and bothered about squisin’ Crème’s breasts is all, and that ya had a snake wigglin’ in your pants.”

The freckled faced farmer went beet red at what his little cousin just said, eye twitching as his brain worked to register the words that came out of the youngest apple’s mouth.

“Api! What – Ah – Where the – what?!”

Api let out a sigh and gave her older cousin a deadpan expression.

“Ma told me about these things, just like Aunt Applejack told you, and how Uncle Big Mac told June. We live on a farm, remember, we’re goin’ to see animals ruttin’ and stuff, kinda need to know about stuff like that if we want help out with birthin’ a calf or a foal.”

Del opened and closed his mouth several times, but every scold he had prepared died in his throat before it was uttered. He couldn’t very well deny it, his mother did in fact give him the “Birds ‘n the Bees” talk when he was about Api’s age, as a way to explain why the animals would start acting strange during mating seasons.

Of course she gave a somewhat milder version of this when it came to other humans, but after a bit, the blanks filled in on their own. Del didn’t know if he should be impressed that his little cousin caught was sharper than he gave her credit for, or if this was something that could be a problem later on when she was older……He took a chance on the former.

“Okay…so what if Ah was gettin’ hot and bothered about it? Ah’m a guy, it happens…”

“That means ya like her right?” Api asked with a knowing tone.

“‘Course Ah like her, she’s a good friend.”

“Ugh!” Api face palmed herself. “No, Ah mean do ya like-like her?!”

“Oh…That’s, uh, complicated Api,” said Del as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Ah don’t get it, ya like her, she likes you, just take her to the barn and get it over with already so y’all can get hitched!”

And there was the eye twitch again. “First: We’re goin’ to have a long talk about where you heard that. Second: Who said anythin’ about gettin’ hitched?!”

“Well why not?!” Api asked while throwing her arms in the air.

“Because it ain’t like Ah really have anythin’ to offer her, Ah’ll Ah do is do some caterin’, cook, and work on the farm, not exactly somethin’ that a high class gal like Crème would be interested in givin’ up the high life for.”

Api ran her palm over her face in frustration. “Ah swear, you and June are stubborn as mules when it comes to stuff like this! At least she’s got somethin’ of an excuse, the Prince’s all the way in the Crystal Empire, so it ain’t like she can see him that often! You, Crème’s only a train ride away, and she wants to come here and spend time on the farm! Think about that!”

With her argument finished, Api walked away from Del, leaving him to ponder her words.Del was dumbfounded by Api’s level of maturity in grasping this situation. But she did have a point, Crème did like visiting Sweet Apple Acres, but there was a big difference between wanting to stay and visit a place and actually living there.

Then again he could move up to Canterlot, but then there was the obstacle of her parents, whether or not they would approve of her dating or even marrying someone like himself. They were good people, especially during the times he met with them, and from what Mrs. Rarity told him about Mr. Fancypants and Mrs. Fleur de Lis. But maybe that would only accept him as a friend of Crème’s, and not a potential son-in-law…

Api watched from a distance, seeing her older cousin do as she said, she could practically see the gears grinding in his head. But the young apple knew it would take a bit of prodding to get those two together, Valiant Heart and June were already a handful, Starburst even more so, Candy, more or less, but Del and this Crème gal had something, Api knew it, even more so when she tripped Del and inadvertently made him grope Crème’s breasts a little.

Still, she needed something, anything to get those two alone together, something awkward, yet in a private enough setting that no one would bother them. That’s when the idea popped into the redhead’s mind. She hurriedly weaved her way between the trees, making her way right for Crème.

She tapped the tall woman’s leg when she was close, making her look down on Api with a smile.

“Hi Api!”

“Hey Crème, listen, there’s somethin’ Ah need to tell ya,” said Api with mock seriousness.

Crème blinked at the tone in the little girl’s voice. “Oh, okay, well what is it?”

“It’s about Del, there’s somethin’ that we do here. It’s uh…tradition…? Yeah! It’s a tradition of the Apple Family between really good – boy and girl – friends of the family! And Del’s a little shy about askin’ ya, ‘cause he don’t want to appear rude and all, and ‘cause he cares about ya.”

Crème felt her heart flutter for a second, glancing at Del from where she stood as she took in Api’s words. She didn’t know that Del thought so highly of their friendship and closeness that he was embarrassed to even ask her to partake in a tradition. But she wasn’t going to let him down, he was kind enough to put up with her clumsiness and often times airheaded moments, and even going so far as to let her come and hang around their farm. She didn’t want to be an inconvenience and she didn’t want to offend the generous family. So, with a firm nod, and steeled conviction, Crème lowered herself till she was eye level with Api.

“I promise Api, I’ll do what I can!”

“Great now listen closely…”

Api motioned for Crème to come closer, whispering into the older girl’s ear. Crème’s face contorted in concentration and seriousness, but then it shifted dramatically to one of disbelief, brief shock, and then finally her cheeks went red.

“B-B-B-But…I…Api, that’s…that’s a little personal…! I mean…Oh…”

“It’s alright if ya don’t want to, Del thought it might be a little too personal, but he understands if ya don’t. Ah’ll go and tell him.”

As Api turned around to walk towards Del she felt Crème’s hand quickly, yet gently, grab onto her shoulder, making the young redhead stop.

“Wait…I’ll…I’ll do it!”

The summer made for warm nights, and hotter days, still, it was a good morning nonetheless. Well, all good except for the morning wood Del found himself sporting when he woke up. Last night he remembered dreaming about Crème pole dancing for some reason, her long slender legs, wrapping themselves around the metal rod as she ground her body against it, and of course, as all such dreams tend to do, she was about to start stripping when the sound of a rooster crowing woke him up. So ironically, a cock prevented him from having a wet dream. Del heard the rooster crowing again, as if laughing at him, finding some sick pleasure in stopping what could’ve turned into a wet dream, and possibly relieve him of this tent in his boxers.

Chanticleer fried chicken, has a nice ring to it, thought Del.

Now Del had to do one of two things. He could either take care of business himself or wait until it goes down on its own. However before he could choose either option, Del heard someone knocking at his door.

“Who is it?” Del asked.

“I-It’s Crème.”

CRÈME!

Del stumbled out of his bed, tripping over himself as he scrambled to the door, not wanting Crème to open it and see his manhood standing at attention. He opened the door, just a crack, only allowing him to see her face.

“Mornin’ Crème …s-somethin’ ya need?”

Crème looked away nervously, her cheeks tinted red as she twiddled her thumbs. “Um…C-Could I come in first?”

“Uh…” Del moved back a little and looked down at himself. “Um…now may not be the best time, Crème.”

“Please Del, it’s important…!”

Crème sounded serious, Del didn’t know why though. Well, one thing was for sure. Some boxers and pants weren’t going to hide his erection, so he did the next best thing. Del ran back to his bed and covered his lower half, bunching the blankets around his lab.

“Y-You can come in now!”

Crème opened the door to his room, and Del blushed. She was wearing a loose fitting tank top, not unlike the one she was wearing in the orchards, and a pair of gray sleep shorts. Crème closed the door behind her, letting out a sigh as she did. She then walked a few steps before stopping a foot away from Del’s bed.

“Crème …?”

“Um…Del there’s something I need to say to you before anything else.” Crème took a few calming breaths to center herself before speaking again. “For a long time now, I’ve really treasured our friendship! I have a lot friends in Canterlot, but, none of them are like you. You’re honest and kind, you aspire for great things, you have a deep bond with your family, and how you always act so politely around others, even when you know somebody’s acting like a jackass – pardon my French – you keep a calm and stoic attitude about it.

And…I really like how you accept me for me. I know I can be a little uncoordinated, ditzy, and excitable sometimes, but you never found me annoying or bothersome, you just accepted that as part of who I am! Clumsiness and all! And I really want to show you how much I value our bond, so…that’s why I…why I came here, Del.”

Del didn’t know what to say, she was truly speaking from the heart.

“Came here for what, Crème?”

“For…For…skinship.”

Del paused. “‘Cuse me?”

“Api told me about a certain tradition between male members of the Apple Family, and close female friends of those members. A sort of skinship whereby…let’s see…how did she say it? Oh yes! ‘Whereby the gals and the guys let each other explore their bodies to further strengthen their bond’, that’s what she said.”

Del’s mouth was hanging open, both in shock and disbelief that his little cousin, Api Apple, had more or less just schemed to get Crème in his room, and convince her that this was indeed a thing.

“So…Um…H-How did you want to start, Del?” Crème asked.

The farmer shook his head to snap himself out of his stupor. “C- Crème, that’s – Ah mean – You really, really don’t have to do this!”

“No, I can’t do that to you or your family! You’ve all been so kind as to allow me to come back repeatedly to spend time on your wonderful farm and stay in your home! I don’t want to offend your family or you Del, so I don’t mind…and, also, I-I trust you.” Crème added, looking away for a moment with a blushing face.

Del was at a crossroads, on the one hand he could totally run with this and get to feel up Crème’s body. Making his fantasy come true and maybe more. On the other, this would be a complete abuse of that trust, if Crème told his mother about this…oh there would be hell to pay. Del would rather spend a thousand years banished to the moon than face his mother’s wrath, not to mention Starburst’s when she found out, although Crème and Star didn’t exactly get along that well, she’d still kick his ass for abusing that trust, or better yet, probably accuse him of feeling her up every time she burned herself out and passed out. Oh Star would be on the next train, sword in hand too. Oh, and let’s not forget Red June, oh-ho no let’s not. She, the inheritor of her father’s strength, would most likely curb stomp in groin hard enough to make a crater.

So many ways to die, none of them, he doubted, would be swift. He had to stop this now, he had to, or else he’d die! But what was he going to say?! “Oh Crème, Api was just joking around!” that could work.

Although Crème did just more or less bare her soul to him, she’d be embarrassed and possibly never be able to look him in the eye, or worse, not come back and wish not to see him. Oh that was another scenario, she could think that Del was a deviant of some sort, or that their family was like that, and could just outright never associate with any of them ever again.

Crème was thinking of something else entirely though. She watched as Del sat there in his bed, having kept silent for almost a minute. Crème was nervous about this whole thing, letting Del, a boy, a boy two years younger than her, explore her body and she in turn do the same, it was more than a little embarrassing. What if there was something about her body that Del didn’t like? What if she botched something up? Touched him someplace she wasn’t supposed to? Were there other things that she needed to know before starting? Was she supposed to make the first move or was Del? So many questions and no answers from, possibly, the one source who would know.

But then again, Api said Del was embarrassed to ask me to do this. Maybe he’s just surprised that I agreed, never thinking I would, and now is at a loss at what to do next? In that case this must be all the more embarrassing and awkward for him! Come now Crème, think! You have to show Del that you’re really alright with this! But how…? Crème hugged herself as she thought, and that’s when she looked down and got an idea. That’s it!

Crème got closer, gently sitting on the edge of Del’s bed, slightly startling him. “D-Del, I think I know a way for us to start, if you don’t mind me making a suggestion?”

Del tensed up. “Um…Ah guess it’s okay.”

“Well…I didn’t want to say anything, but a couple of days ago, when you tripped. You kind of grabbed my breasts…”

“Ah am so sorry about that–!”

“It’s fine! I wasn’t angry, and I know you’re not the type of guy who would just do something like that out of nowhere!” Crème quickly interjected. “If you want…we could um…do that…touching I mean!”

Del couldn’t deny, his hands still had the phantom sensation of Crème’s breasts imprinted onto them. But was this really okay?

So long as Ah do nothin’ else then Ah guess it is, right? Well here goes nothin’…

“Ah guess that would be alright, so long as you’re comfortable with it,” said Del.

Crème seemed to visibly relax, maybe because she was glad that he didn’t ask her for anything outrageous? Regardless, Crème nodded her agreement and moved her hands to the hem of her tank top, prompting Del to splutter at watching the young woman’s shirt rise and stop just below her bra line, if she was wearing one that is.

“What’s wrong?” Crème asked. “Am I not supposed to take off my shirt?”

Del mentally face palmed himself. “Skinship”, meaning his bare hands touching her bare body, and vice versa. He noted that he had to keep reactions like that down to a minimal.

“N-No, sorry, it’s just…this would be the first time Ah’ve seen a girls um…bare chest,” said Del.

Crème blushed a little harder at hearing that information. “Oh, well then, before I do, I just want you know that, if there’s anything wrong with them, I’m sorry in advance!”

The blue eyed girl pulled her shirt off completely, revealing her bountiful bosom to Del. Crème’s first instinct was to cover herself with her arms, but she had to restrain herself from doing that. This was about strengthening their bond as friends, and trust was a big part of that. If she couldn’t trust Del with looking at them, then there was no point in letting him touch them. Still, she kept her eyes shut, her blush deepening as Crème let herself be ogled.

Del was speechless, Crème’s skin was flawless, her pink areolas and nipples stood out against her fair skin, and now unhidden from the clothing, Del could see just how big Crème’s breasts were. During his accidental grope, he could tell that they felt bigger than they looked, he figured Crème was one of those types that looked smaller when clothed, but without, wow. If he had to venture a guess, he estimated her at a D-cup, borderline double, almost the same size as Candy’s.

The farmer gulped, feeling his throat dry a bit. She was really giving him permission to touch them, hold them. Del brought up his left hand, deciding to just use the one for now, he didn’t want to spook Crème by just grabbing with both hands. He gently placed his callused hand over her right breast. A jolt was sent through his hand and up his arm, and simultaneously, Crème felt a growing tingling sensation all over her body. It was like electricity flowing through their bodies from just a simple point of contact.

“Y-You can, squeeze it…it’s alright.”

Del gulped again, the last time was an accident, and now, now he was going to intentionally grope her. Del gave her breast a light squeeze, his memory recalling the feeling instantly.

“Squishy, yet firm.” He muttered under his breath.

“D-Did you s-say something Del?”

“No, nothin’!”

Del went back to his squeezing, he increased the pressure just a little. Her breast had some give, but only to a point before the firmness set in. He then adopted a massaging motion, kneading the breast in his hand. The tense look on Crème’s face lessened, but her blush was still prominent. She began letting out little moaning sounds, her shoulders slumped as well, telling Del that she was becoming relaxed with his ministrations. Del suddenly felt something stick out and touch the palm of his hand. He looked to Crème’s left breast and saw that her nipple was erect.

Deciding to be bold, Del brought up his other hand and placed it over her left breast. She flinched at the new contact, but didn’t back away. Del continued his dual kneading of Crème’s breasts, each squeeze felt as if the palms of his hands were being given tiny jolts of electricity. He moved his thumbs to a better position, putting them directly over the nipples, he placed them on the tips and began maneuvering them as if they were tiny joysticks, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure from her lips.

“M-More…” She moaned.

Del didn’t know what else he could do. He didn’t want to be rougher and manhandle her breasts, the poor guy was already treading deep water as it was, and he didn’t want to mess anything up with Crème now. But then he got a bold idea. Steeling himself, Del removed his hand from her right breast and moved his face closer to it.
Crème opened her eyes and gazed lazily down herself to Del, feeling his hot breath over her skin. Before she could ask what he was doing, Del opened his mouth and latched onto her tit. Crème let out a sharp gasp at the new sensations she was feeling. She felt Del’s tongue circle her areola, the tip of his tongue licking her nipple, giving it a few flicks, and then moving on to suckling, like a child nursing. Crème couldn’t hold back her voice, letting herself mewl in bliss and excitement from Del’s new tactic on her mammary.

But Crème was becoming aware of something, at first she felt an uncomfortable itch between her legs when she took her top off and exposed her breasts. It got a little worse when Del began softly massaging them, and now, with his suckling and licking, that itch became a burning sensation. The statuesque young woman felt her arousal growing between her legs, her suspicions confirmed as her eyes traveled downward, noticing the dark wet spot around the crotch of her pajama shorts.

Crème bit her lower lip, she didn’t know what do. The fire in her loins would only grow worse if not tended to, but on the other hand she was in the middle of an important tradition. She couldn’t very well ask Del to stop because she was getting aroused and needed to get herself off! But what if this skinship ritual, tradition thing was meant to be sexual in nature? Then was it okay to masturbate? Deciding that embarrassing herself was better than committing a faux pa, Crème focused herself enough to speak coherently.

“D-Del…”

He stopped looking up at her with concern and a bit of dread on his part. “What’s wrong?! Did I go too far with what Ah was doin’?!”

“No-No, I…I didn’t want to mess this up, but…I’m getting a little aroused.”

Del’s eyes grew wide as they traveled down Crème’s flat stomach and locked onto the darkening spot between her legs.

“I…I was wondering if…if you wouldn’t mind…if I ‘took care of myself’? You can keep going, but if that’s too weird I won’t…”

Del could hear the almost desperate tone in her voice, he didn’t want Crème to be uncomfortable during this, so he nodded a “yes” to her. Relief washed over Crème, along with the realization that she had just asked permission from her friend to diddle herself during this important tradition. She made a note to face palm herself later.

Crème leaned back, draping herself over his lap. Thankfully the blankets were doing a good job of keeping his erection from being felt by Crème, and from being bent at a wrong angle. Now that she was laid out on his lap, her chest completely exposed to him, Del lowered himself back down, switching to her left breast as he suckled and licked it. Crème let herself adjust to the new position, once situated, she wasted no time in moving her right hand under the waistband of her shorts, traveling further south tell her hand reached its destination.

To her surprise, she was wetter than she thought. Crème couldn’t believe that she had gotten this aroused. Remembering to chastise herself later, she began her work. Running her middle finger in circles around her vulva, rubbing her slick pussy with up and down teasingly. Crème used her index and ring fingers to part her labia, exposing the entrance to her love tunnel. She placed the tip of her middle finger at the entrance, and, with greater ease than she was prepared for, plunged her middle finger all the way to the knuckle. The sudden entry made Crème arch her back slightly, letting out a sharp cry of ecstasy. She wasn’t prepared for how easily her finger would slide in, she knew she was practically sopping wet, but this was the first time she was able to get it in this far without a bit of work.

Regardless, Crème began moving her finger in and out of her moist hole. Feeling how easily she was able to slide back and forth, Crème thrust into herself faster. Seeing how easily she got one in, Crème dared to push in her index finger alongside it, pumping both fingers in and out of herself with wanton abandon. She made no attempt to hide her voice, crying out in bliss from the combined efforts of Del’s ministrations and her fingering her pussy. Crème’s hips bucked at her own efforts, feeling the approach of her climax.

“R-Rougher…Del…!” Crème gasped.

Del heard those words, paused, and then did as he was asked. He sucked Crème’s tit harder, almost as if he were trying to get something out of it, his left hand squeezed and kneaded her right harder and faster than earlier. Crème was close, oh she was so close. Del could hear it in the rate of her rapid, shallow breaths, the increased volume of the sounds of ecstasy coming from her mouth with each passing second!

Crème need one last push to send her over the edge, so she curled her fingers back inside herself, giving her G-spot some attention. That served to be the final push as the dam burst, Crème throwing her head back as she cried out her orgasm, releasing her feminine fluids onto her hand and making the wet spot grow bigger and bigger till some of it flowed down her inner thighs. Del kept going, not stopping as Crème’s orgasm continued, watching with arousal as she bucked her hips forward, and watching the tent in her shorts continue to move as she diddled herself through it all.

After a minute, Crème went lax and Del stopped. She was panting hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly. He watched as Crème lazily dragged her hand out from between her legs and rest it on her stomach, seeing the remnants of her climax still on it. Del looked on her shorts, for lack of a better word, they were ruined. The cotton fiber of the shorts having absorbed her cum, making the gray shorts turn a darker shade that encompassed her inner thighs and crotch. Del looked back to Crème, seeing she had a smile on her face. Only now did he understand what the meaning of afterglow meant, after her climax, somehow, Crème appeared more…well, more beautiful, her smile and even the look in her eyes was a bit brighter.

“T-Thank you…Del.” Crème panted.

“N-No problem! So long as you’re alright.”

“I…I feel better than alright!” Crème slowly got up and flashed a bigger smile. “I feel great!”

Crème stood up, her legs still wobbly from post-orgasm. She managed to right herself and took a step away from the bed, she examined her shorts, lamenting that she’s most likely going to have to throw them out. The Apple’s didn’t have a washing machine, and there was no way she was going to hide them until she could get to one, the smell would definitely be noticed after a while. So reluctantly, Crème gripped the waistband and pulled them down, bending over and giving Del a full, unobscured view of her ass. Crème came back up, holding the ruined shorts in her right hand.

“Well, won’t be using those again.”

“Sorry about that?”

“Oh don’t worry, it’s wasn’t like it was one of my expensive lingerie, so it’s alright!” Crème let the soiled drawers fall to the fall, she stood there, although the embarrassment was still there, it was a little less awkward than earlier. “Well…this is all of me, I guess!”

Del gulped. Seeing Crème fully naked for the first time was…hot! In what fantasies he did have, nothing compared to what stood before him now.

“So…am I supposed to do something next or did you want me to sit back down?” Crème asked.

Del was conflicted yet again, despite what just happened, there was still time for him to end this right now and find some way to keep Crème from ever telling his mother or their friends about this.

“Oh that reminds me, can I see you too?”

Aaaaaaaaand there it goes right out the window – wait what?

“Pardon?” Del asked.

“Well…I’ve already seen you without a shirt on when we’ve worked in the orchards. I just thought, maybe it was okay for me to see that part you. The lower parts, that is? Is that too much?” Crème asked innocently.

If Ah say yes Ah’ll be showin’ her my boner, if Ah say no Ah’ll look like a complete jackass since she was brave enough to stand there naked in front of me! Damned if Ah do, damned if Ah don’t.

“Crème, before Ah do that. Ah should warn ya that Ah’m at full mast down here.”

Blink.

“Ah’m salutin’ the captain?”

Blink.

“Brandishin’ my sword?”

Blink.

“Meh fifth leg’s danglin’?”

Blink.

“Pitching a tent?”

Blink.

Del groaned inwardly, all his metaphors were going right over her head. But he’d be damned if that clueless look on her face wasn’t a-freakin’-dorable.

“Ah’m erect, under the blankets.”

“Oh? Oh. OH! Oh…was that because of me, and what I did earlier?”

“A little of that, but it was like that before ya came in.”

There was a slight twinkle in Crème’s eye that Del noticed. He wasn’t sure why it was there though.

“Del, if you don’t think it too forward of me, could you…show me?” Crème asked.

Biting his lower lip, Del found himself in the same quagmire as earlier, but at this point, Crème was naked, it would be bad if he wasn’t naked as well.

“A-Alright.”

Del reached under the blankets, with Crème watching and wondering what he was doing under there. After a minute, Del took a deep breath and slowly moved the blankets off his lap and let them slide down onto the floor. Crème moved closer, her eyes transfixed on Del’s member. She got on her knees at the foot of his bed, getting a closer look at farmer’s phallus. Del already felt his face burning red from having a girl, let alone Crème, be that close to his penis.

Now Crème had heard her friends tell stereotypical jokes about guys in the country being hung like a horse, personally she stayed away from stuff like that. Finding it a bit offensive to think that of every guy who lived out in the country. But right now, those jokes kind of pertained to what she was seeing in front of her. Her mind was already running down the numbers of how big he was, mentally sizing his dick in length and width.

Length is approximately 71/2 inches, with an estimated width of 3 maybe 41/2 inches!

Crème gently stuck out her right index finger, touching it a little. Del tensed from the sensation of having someone else touch his dick besides himself. The reaction was not lost on Crème as she spotted a little bit of pre-cum seep out of the tip.

“So this is what the real thing looks like! It really is different from seeing it in a magazine or just imagining!”

“M-Magazine?” Del asked.

Crème pulled back, her face red again. “Oh, yes, sometimes I…when I want to relieve myself, I use magazines, with pictures of guys who are prostrating their genitals. And sometimes I just fantasize…”

“Oh, ahem, nothin’ wrong with that, Ah mean, guys do the same thing – but with girls!” Del added quickly.

“It looks a little painful, and you said you’ve been like this since this morning?” Del nodded. “Oh dear…It seems I wasn’t the only one who needed ‘tending to’!”

Del chuckled nervously.

“Well, since you were kind enough to let me relieve myself during the skinship, I think it’s only fair that I do the same for you,” said Crème.

Del once again found himself at a loss for words. Like it wasn’t enough he was seeing Crème naked, saw her masturbate and cum, and played with her breasts, but now she was offering to “chop the morning wood”?! At this point, Del knew his luck would run out, but at the same time, he did really like Crème. So there was no holding back anymore.

“Well…if ya want, could Ah, um, make a request?” Del asked sheepishly.

“Of course, what is it?”

“Well – and yer free to say no to this – but, Ah was wonderin’ if ya could use yer breasts to do the trick?”

Crème blinked in confusion for a bit before the light bulb went off in her head.

“Ah, I think I know what you mean! But, uh, I think you’ll need to sit on the edge of your bed for this to work.”

Crème stepped back, letting a nervous Golden Delicious swing his legs over the edge of his bed, putting himself into a sitting position. Del opened his legs as wide as he dared so that Crème could better access his member. The tall woman scooted herself closer and got down on her knees before Del’s dick. Luckily, she was just the right height, even while kneeling, to have his penis in position. Her head was level with his chin, and his penis was right in position.

“I’ve never done anything quite like this, so…forgive me if I do something wrong.”

“N-N-No problem, really, Ah just think all ya have to do is *gulp* press yer breasts together and put it between them, and then rub it up and down with ‘em.”

Crème seemed to grasp the concept, truthfully, even though she was embarrassed to admit it, such lewd thoughts did cross her mind from time to time. Canterlot high society could be stifling and a bit uptight and frustrating at times, which made her little private sessions all the more enjoyable. A simple way for her to relax, if you will. But she did wonder what it would be like, all of this, with a partner. Crème considered this a stroke of luck that this “skinship” thing seemed to be sexual in nature.

Which makes sense, what better way to grow closer to a friend then by committing intimate acts together?

Crème could feel a slight trickle between her thighs, looking down at herself, she noticed that her pussy was getting wet again, even after her orgasm earlier. A thought came to her as she opened her legs just a bit. She put left hand down between them, playing with herself a little as she looked at Del’s erect dick. After a little bit, Crème brought her hand back up and began to coat the cleavage of her bountiful breasts, making them slick with her arousal.

Del watched wide eyed as she did this, using her own secretions as a lube for what she was going to do. Once she was done, Crème looked up at Del with that same innocent smile she always had.

“Are you ready?”

Del nodded.

Taking a calming breath, Crème cupped her breasts in both hands, parting them. She leaned forward a little and then let her breasts naturally come back into position, with Del’s penis sandwiched right between them. Crème shivered at the warm sensation of Del’s dick, feeling a slight heat radiate from it and into both her fleshy orbs. Del was in much the same boat, only he had to grip the sheets hard, nearly wanting to cum right then and there from the softness that caressed his member.

Once both got acclimated to each other, Crème began her work. She pressed her breasts closer together, squishing Del’s dick and nearly burying it till only the head poked between them. She stroked upwards with them, feeling Del’s shaft travel down between her till she felt the head near the bottom. Crème stopped and moved down, bringing the penis back into her cleavage till the head poked out again. She continued this motion, going up and down slowly, building a rhythm.

Del leaned back a bit, using the palms of his hands to keep himself propped up. He watched as Crème’s breasts slid up and down his shaft, her slick juices from earlier and the increasing amount of his pre-cum serving to further lube the area between, allowing Crème to increase her pace with little friction. Once again Del felt the dual contrast of soft and firm as his dick was pressed between her dirty pillows.

Crème moved faster and faster, bobbing her breasts up and down as the dirty sounds of her breasts slapping against Del’s dick rang out in her ears, almost as if spurring her on. She felt the member twitch, she then looked up and watched as Del’s face contorted. Crème figured he was probably close to cumming. With a brighter blush, and while Del was engrossed in the bliss, Crème opened her mouth, letting some of her saliva pass between her breasts and onto Del’s dick, further lubing it and covering it in her warm spittle. With increased fervor she jerked off Del faster, squeezing her breasts hard against it.

“C-Crème Ah’m…Ah’m…!”

“It’s okay Del, go ahead!”

Del grunted as his last ounce of will gave way. Crème pressed her breasts together just in time as Del let out spurt of after spurt of his thick seed. His hips began bucking against Crème’s breasts, humping them and coaxing more of his dick milk onto them. Crème held firm, feeling the sticky, thick substance coat her chest and watching in fascination as it bubbled up between her cleavages, and dribbled out below and onto her thighs.

Del let out one last rope before letting himself fall back onto the bed, panting as he basked in the wonderful afterglow. Once she was sure he was done, Crème pulled back, allowing Del’s member to slip out from between her breasts. She released them so she could inspect the damage. Some of Del’s cum had managed to drip onto her thighs, some trickles were running down her stomach as well. But the majority of it clung at the center, coating the inner lining of her breasts with the still hot steamy seed. Thick strands connected her left tit to her right and vice versa, with a big glob of it resting there.

Crème didn’t understand why, but the sight of this made her hornier than earlier. She had cum practically all over her chest, clinging to her. Her heart pounded in her chest as the burning desire returned in her loins yet again. She looked back to Del’s phallus and noticed that it was only half erect, not flaccid even after discharging such a large wad.

“D-Del…?”

“Uh-huh?” Del asked lazily.

“I…I want to-to do more…something even more intimate than what we just did.” Crème confessed.

Del’s mind snapped back to its usual clarity, picking up on what she meant. He propped himself on his forearms and looked directly at Crème, prepared to talk her out of this. But when he did see her, his face reddened even more. The almost desperate look in her eyes, the heaving of her cum smeared chest, and the dripping of her juices onto the floorboards, made any attempt die right there. If Del thought Crème was hot, she just damn sexy right now, a mess and smelling of sex.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked.

Crème looked away bashfully for a moment, she tried a couple of times to tell him, but it seemed that she couldn’t bring herself to say the words. So, instead of telling, she showed. Crème got up and motioned for Del to do the same. Once the farmer was standing she sauntered over to the bed. She crawled onto the bed, on her hands and knees, repositioning herself so that her rear faced the foot of the bed. She lowered her upper body till it rested against the mattress, raising her rear into the air.

Del had been on the farm long enough to know what this position meant, and apparently so did his penis, having stiffened up for a second round. Del walked around till he was at the foot of the bed, his eyes widening as he gazed upon Crème’s sopping wet sex, toned ass, and pink anus. She was waiting for him, wanting him to take her right here and now. Del felt conflicted yet again, she wanted him to fuck her, and he wasn’t sure he was ready for it. He didn’t have a condom for one, and he wasn’t sure, once he entered, if he could or would even want to pull out before he came.

“D-Del…?” Crème asked in a wanting tone.

“Crème are ya…are ya sure about this?”

“Hmm-hmm.”

Del made his choice, he didn’t care anymore. He did care about Crème, he loved her, and wanted to show her just how much. And somehow, if this got the message through to her, then maybe playing along with Api’s deception would be worth it. Del moved closer to the bed, getting on his knees and scooting himself closer to Crème, hearing the mattress squeak a bit from the added weight.

Del got into position, putting one hand between Crème’s shoulder blades to convey his presence and not surprise her. He then grabbed hold of his member and positioned the tip right at her entrance. Del grit his teeth, feeling the wet labia and the heat coming from Crème’s sex.

“Ah’m…Ah’m puttin’ it in now, you ready?” Del asked.

Crème looked back behind and nodded a “yes”.

Taking a deep breath, Del pushed forward slipping the tip right past her labia and into her love tunnel. Crème let out a small yelp, gripping the sheets. Del took hold of Crème’s rear in both hands to steady himself and to help ease his dick into her. Already he could feel the tight walls of her vagina begin to contract, contrarily pushing him out and drawing him in further.

Crème breathed steadily and calmly throughout the process, noting just how different this was from using a toy. Feeling her walls stretch in order to accommodate his girth, the searing heat of his member as it plunged itself into the deepest parts of her. Her mind lost track of what this all was. Was this still skinship? When did she suddenly get so horny? And how did this turn into sex? Crème’s question seemed to pile up, but for some reason she did not care. This felt…right. Del, being inside of her, gently easing himself and not wantonly fucking her, it was something that a lover would do, making sure their partner was comfortable.

But Del…he’s…he’s a dear friend not my…my lover…! Is it alright to think this?! Am I overanalyzing it all?!

Crème took another glance behind herself. Del was slowly easing himself down onto her back, burying his dick to the hilt inside her. She felt his weight, it wasn’t stifling. It felt protective, loving almost. She then felt Del stroke her hair caringly, his green eyes looking directly into her blue sapphire eyes.

“Are ya alright, Crème? Does it hurt?”

Crème shook her head. “I’m alright. Del…is it…is it strange if I feel something else other than deep friendship with you?”

“Crème…”

“Del…I…I don’t know if I can just be alright with just being friends, but I wouldn’t want to call this ‘friends with benefits’, I feel it goes deeper than just physical attraction…I – mmph!”

Del captured Crème’s lips in an intimate kiss. The high class woman melted into it, feeling Del prod at her lips with his tongue, asking for entry. She gladly opened her mouth and their tongues danced in each other’s mouths. When Del pulled away a strand of saliva connected them, with Crème smiling at the farmer.

“Ah’m goin’ to start movin’ now.”

“Go ahead,” said Crème dreamily.

Del got up and held onto her ass again, while Crème pushed herself up on the palms of her hands, keeping her back straight. He pulled back till the head of his dick remained inside her, and then pushing back slowly all the way till his hips met hers. Del gently rocked his hips in long, slow thrusts, letting Crème adjust to his size and movements. With each hilting, Crème let out a soft moan of pleasure, sending a small jolt up her spine and making her shiver with delight. She whimpered when his dick left her vacant, but just as quickly cooed in bliss when it came back.

“More…” Crème urged.

Del obliged, increasing the speed of his thrusts. They were long but quick, drawing back and slamming into her pussy. Crème let out a cry of bliss from the hard fucking Del gave her, filling the room with the lewd sounds of wet slaps. The bed squeaked horribly as Del bottomed out again and again in Crème’s tight pussy, her juices further increasing his ease of sliding deeper into her.

Crème panted and squealed in delight, her arms shaking from holding her upper body up so long. Finally she relented and let herself fall back onto the mattress.

“Faster!” she pleaded.

Del leaned forward, putting both arms on either side of Crème’s body. Drawing out about midway before thrusting into the tall young woman like a piston. Faster and faster he humped Crème, rutting her like an animal in heat! She continued to let out one loud moan after another, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as her eyes rolled upward. Del watched all this, grunting and panting like a wild beast as he fucked Crème’s pussy with vigorously. He could feel his orgasm getting closer, and from the increasing contractions of her inner walls, so was Crème.

“Crème, Ah’m…Ah’m gonna cum!” Del warned.

“It’s okay, you can cum inside me!”

“B-But…!”

“Trust me Del! It’s fine! I promise!”

Without another thought about the matter, Del gave three hard thrusts into Crème, burying his cock in her pussy on the third and cumming inside her! Crème let out a cry of pure bliss and ecstasy as she felt her vagina become filled with Del’s hot cum. She almost feared it would burn her from the inside out, but it felt so good she wouldn’t have cared. Even now she felt the thick seed fill up her insides, flowing into her womb. The combination sent Crème into her own orgasm, making her pussy contract tighter around Del’s dick as her own juices splashed over it, mixing with his creamy cum.

Del couldn’t hold back, he barely tried at all. Letting out rope after rope of cum into Crème. He felt Crème’s walls tighten even more as she came, practically milking his penis of all the cum his balls could squeeze out. Del continued to hump against Crème’s hips, riding out the high of the orgasm and prolonging Crème’s at the same time. After a minute and a half Crème went lax, her legs no longer able to support herself. Del let her gently slip off his softening dick as she laid on the bed panting and heaving in pleasure. Her pussy began to dribble out the cum onto the sheets, with some still dripping onto her rear from Del’s dick.

Del gently laid down on Crème’s right side, flopping down in exhaustion. Crème’s eyes opened, meeting Del’s eyes. Both the man and woman stared at each other for a long time, with Crème holding onto Del’s left hand with her right, smiling at him as she basked in their joint afterglow.

“Crème.”

“Hmmm?”

“Ah…Ah just want ya to know, Ah’ll work hard for us both. And that Ah’ll marry ya!”

Crème’s face turned completely red. “D-Del, why are you saying that?! I mean…I don’t think that would be bad, but shouldn’t we wait for a bit…I mean, we just finished the skinship, maybe dating would be best first…!”

“But Crème – Ah just – you’ll be showin’ after a couple of months and Ah wouldn’t feel right gettin’ ya pregnant and not marryin’ ya!”

Crème blinked. “Pregnant? Oh wait I forgot to tell you!”

“Tell me what?” Del asked.

“My Mother gave me these little special pills, they were made with magic and some sciency stuff I don’t really understand, but anyway, I take one every day and it prevents me from getting pregnant for twenty-four hours!”

Del blanched at that, struck completely speechless.

“I took one this morning before I came to see you. Actually, my Mother told me to take one for every day I spend down here with you in Ponyville. I never understood why, I don’t have to take them when I’m back home?”

Del’s eye began to twitch. Ah’m startin’ to wonder what Mrs. Fleur was thinkin’ was goin’ to happen while she was here……Exactly what just happened, that’s what.

After their little “skinship”, Del and Crème went out to go and grab a bite, and per Crème’s insistence, it was her treat. Crème and Del had walked arm and arm the whole way, the two of them having grown closer from their little activity earlier this morning. Luckily for Del, his mother and father were gone in the west orchard, June was with Claire, and Api was at school, so no one heard a thing, thankfully. Crème had said she might want to have more “skinship” activities, and maybe give dating a try. Del couldn’t argue with that, although this was built on a lie, he fully intended to sit her down and tell her the truth. But that could wait till later.

As they neared the busier portion of Ponyville, Del spotted the little demon of schemes and deception, otherwise known as Api Apple.

“Could you excuse me for a minute Crème, Ah’m just goin’ to go talk to Api right quick,” said Del.

“Okay, I’ll see you inside,” said Crème happily as she entered Sugar Cube Corner.

The brown and tan haired young man walked towards Api, her friends Echo and Pixel Bit on either side of her, talking about who knows what. Del stood right behind them, crossing his arms and looking down on them with an air of authority.

“Api Apple!”

Api tensed at the sound of her name, Echo and Pixel whipped around and saw Del standing there. They smiled nervously and waved a greeting to him.

“Girls, Ah’d like to talk to Api, alone.” Stressing the last word.

“Uh, no problem Del, we were just leaving! Right Echo?! Echo?!” Pixel Bit turned to her right and saw that Echo had ninja vanished. “Oh c’mon Echo, don’t pull that ninja-stealth-escape mess and leave me here!”

Pixel ran like the wind, leaving Api behind to face the wrath of her older cousin. The young redhead turned around slowly, noticing the oppressive atmosphere around him. Her first instinct was to bail, and she followed it. But as she turned to run, Del quickly reached out and grabbed the youngest apple by her suspenders, hoisting her up to his eye level. She thrashed with everything she had, trying to get loose from the iron grip of her cousin.

“Let me go Del!”

“Nope.”

“All Ah have to do is unclip my suspenders and Ah’m outta here!” Api warned.

“S’long as ya don’t mind runnin’ around town in yer underwear, go right ahead.” Del dared.

Api could tell by the look in his eyes that Del meant it. So, it was either suffer the humiliation of running through town without any pants on in a mad dash to escape her cousin, or face the music. The running through town in her underwear was sounding better by the second. Unfortunately, she knew Del would just keep finding ways to keep hold of her, probably until she had nothing on and then, well, victory to Del. So with a defeated sigh, Api gave up her thrashing.

“Fine…you win.”

“Darn right Ah do. Now yer gonna tell me why you went and told a big fat lie like that to Crème about that load of manure ‘skinship’ mess!”

“Well…Ah just wanted you and Crème to be happy! Y’all both like each other, a lot even! But yer both too darn stubborn to say anythin’! So Ah just came up with that skin-whatever thing so maybe one of you would say or do somethin’!” Api confessed.

“Api, y’know how Crème is, she’ll take pretty much what we’re sayin’ at face value! Which meant she took it seriously!”

Api looked at her cousin with a confused expression as she dangled there in his grip. But after a few seconds, and the blush on his face to boot, Api crossed her arms in front of her and her signature shit-eating grin reappeared.

“Ya guys did the thing, didn’t ya?”

“Nope.”

“Ya did the thing.”

“Nope.”

“Yep ya did.”

“Nope!”

“Yer blushin’ like Nighty whenever Pixel says he’s cute.”

“…………”

“Ah thought so. And, what happened? Ya both like-like each other, right?”

Del was loathed to admit it, he didn’t want to admit, he was furious at Api for setting that up, but in spite of all that, he couldn’t deny it.

“……Yep.”

“Yeeeeehaw! Ah knew it!” Api cheered as she fist pumped in victory.

“Fine, you were right, but don’t go pullin’ crazy stuff like that again! Else Ah’m goin’ straight to Aunt Apple Bloom about it!” Del threatened.

“Yes sir…”

“Good.” Del lowered Api back down to the ground, afterwards he patted her head and smiled at her. “Now go on and play with yer friends, Ah’ll see ya later.”

Api watched as Del turned and began walking away. She quickly whipped out a little black book from the pocket in her suspender pants and opened it up.

Api’s Shipping List:
Del x Crème (check)
Prince Valiant x Red June (in progress)
Starburst x ??? (Del, Prism,)
Candy x Parry (???)

“DEL!!!”

Api looked up at the last second, watching her cousin get bowled over by Candy, both rolling around on the ground till she landed on top of the guy and pinned him down. Api quickly ducted behind barrel close to them and listened in on what was happening.

“What’s this I’m hearing about a super-secret Apple Family friendship tradition that involves sexy fun times?!”
Del’s eyes went wide with shock. “Who told –?!”

Crème appeared next to them, looking very apologetic. “I’m sorry Del, I didn’t know you and Candy haven’t performed the skinship…”

“Ooooh, that’s what it’s called. But what’s this about only being done between close friends?! We’ve known each other since were little kids! How come you never asked me to do this ‘skinship’ thing?!” Candy demanded, looking Del dead in the eye with her topaz eyes.

Crème quickly put her hand on Candy’s shoulder, directing her attention away from Del.

“Candy, it was Api who told me. Del was embarrassed about asking me, so she told me about it and I decided to do that with Del. He probably didn’t want to risk losing you as a friend if he asked.”

Candy’s fury lessened considerably as this new line of thought was submitted. “Oh…I never thought about that. I guess it would be a little embarrassing to do all that stuff when we were younger, but I’m older now! And you can play with my funbags all you want when we get started!”

Api and Del’s minds both froze up.

“Oh that’s a great idea Candy! Why don’t all three of us perform skinship later?”

“That sounds great! In fact, I know the perfect spot where no one will bother us and we can get as loud as we want!”

“Now hold on a minute–!”

“It’s settled then!” Crème cheered.

“C’mon Del!” Candy quickly stood up, her D-cup breasts juggling from the swiftness of her rise. “We’re going to have some skinship!”

Candy grabbed Del by his collar and, with the same inhuman strength as her mother, dragged the boy towards some apparently secret place that only she knew about.

Api jumped out from behind the barrel, her little black book falling to the ground as she herself fell to her knees in shock and disbelief.

“No…Candy will ruin my plans! Ah can’t let this happen! Ah got three or four potential guys for her! She can’t be with Del, Crème’s with Del! They all three can’t be together!
Can they…? Wait – NO – CANDY STOP!!!”

Api ran after them, her brilliant plan to ship her cousin and Crème together was about to be sabotaged by Candy.