“Ah hate this place.”

Applejack kicked limply at the pillows atop her bed. All eight of them. Celestia above, how could any single pony need eight pillows? She was more than happy with one, thank-ya very much, and she sure as heck didn’t need it to be down-stuffed and wrapped in a silk pillowcase with lace on the rim.

Maybe she should just go home, she wondered half-heartedly as she looked around the guest room that had become hers over the last couple of weeks. She had come out here to Manehattan to find herself, to discover her special talent. Yet so far all she’d discovered were a bunch of snooty city ponies who wouldn’t so much as look at her unless it was to sneer at her. Her cousins and aunts and uncles were nice enough, but even they expected her to suppress everything unique about herself and act like that smart-alec unicorn back home--

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“Excuse me?!”

“Just addin’ a little flavor, Rares!”

---

The point was, she was quickly losing all hope that she would ever find her special talent out here in high society with these arrogant city ponies…

“Applejack!” her Aunt Orange suddenly called from downstairs. “Dinner is in ten minutes! And put on your nice things, we have a guest tonight!”

“Guests? Great! Jus’ what Ah needed!” she exclaimed out loud in a huff as she turned to march over toward her closet. She hated wearing these snooty frou-frou dresses, but seeing as she was still technically a guest herself, it just didn’t seem right to refuse such a simple request, no matter how much it ruffled her fur.

She slipped into one of the nicer gowns her aunt had bought her and made her way downstairs after taking a moment to steady herself. She reached the living room at the same time there was a knock at the door, and her aunt and uncle swept through in a flurry of activity, with Aunt Orange ushering Applejack up toward the door with one strong hoof.

“Hurry, hurry!” her aunt exclaimed. “We need to be ready to greet them properly!”

Applejack heaved a sigh. It took her aunt and uncle another two minutes to get everything ready until Applejack and Aunt Orange stood in front of the door while her Uncle Orange stepped forward to open the door to two older ponies and, to Applejack's surprise, a younger colt no larger than herself.

He looked about as excited about all this as she felt.

“Welcome, welcome! It’s so lovely to have you over at last!” Aunt Orange bowed gracefully, a gesture Applejack mimicked with a grunt. “We’ve all been so excited for this dinner!”

Uncle Orange shook hooves with the other stallion. “Please, come in, come in!” he said cheerfully. “We’d like you to meet our darling little niece, Applejack, of the Ponyville Apples! Applejack dear, this is Sweet Potato, he’s the number one name in the potato business. And this is his lovely wife Rosemary, and their son, Chip!”

Applejack felt a groan of exasperation brewing in her gut; great, more filthy-rich suits to suck up to. But she held it down and put on a smile, forcing herself to speak in the refined accent her Aunt and Uncle encouraged.

“Hello, sirs and ma’am. So nice you meet you all,” she said through gritted teeth.

Her uncle smiled brightly in approval. “Applejack, why don’t you show Chip around the orange grove while dinner finishes up? The adults have a lot to discuss.”

“Of course, Uncle Orange,” Applejack bit out. “This way, Chip.”

Applejack could swear for a brief moment she saw the same wooden grin plastered onto his face that she wore herself, but she dismissed the thought a second later. He was a rich city pony just like everypony else here, she assured herself, and the thought was forgotten entirely when the two foals reached the orange grove behind her Aunt and Uncle’s home.

Applejack turned to glare over at him, to find him already glaring back with an annoyed expression on his face. Almost in the same instant the two young foals stuck their tongues out in disgust and blew raspberries in each other’s faces. Applejack blinked at the feeling of his slobber all over her face, and the sight of him covered in hers, seeing the same exact expression on him. The shock remained for only a couple of moments before the two foals broke down into fits of laughter, collapsing to the grass in their fancy-shmancy totally pointless clothing--

---

“Now you're doing it on purpose to annoy me!”

“Ahem, Ah’m tellin’ a story here Rarity!”

---

“Hehehe, yer not as bad as I thought ya’d be, Chip!” Applejack spoke as she finally began to calm down from her laughter, completely forgetting about the accent her aunt and uncle had taught her to use.

“Hyeah, you too. You’re not at all like the other fillies around here! I think their dresses are too tight, because they act soooo boring!” Chip stood up from the grass as well with a grin on his lips. “Actually though, I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before. Are you new?”

“Kinda, Ah’ve been here a couple’a weeks now, but Ah’m really from Ponyville,” Applejack replied with a soft blush on her cheeks. “How ‘bout y’all? Yer not like anypony else ‘round here either.”

“I grew up around here, wish I’d grown up in Ponyville though, if the fillies are like you. I really like the way you talk,” Chip told her with a smile.

“Ahehe… thank ya kindly…” Applejack blushed and grinned broadly. For a long moment she simply looked at him, absorbing his presence in a new, more open-minded light. He was quite a cute young Earth Pony colt, with a pale blonde coat and a dirty brown mane that he appeared to have tried to comb and control but was in fact rather unruly by nature. He didn’t have a cutie mark yet, but that was okay, neither did she, after all. His eyes, though, were what really grabbed Applejack’s attention, the same sort of brilliant green as her own. Yes, this was quite a boy she had on her hooves...

“Y’know, ah wouldn’t really hate hangin’ ‘round with ya, if ya wanted ta explore a bit or somethin’.” Applejack cleared her throat in a nonchalant, dismissive manner.

“Heh… I wouldn’t hate that either,” Chip replied with a ready smile.

“Great…!” Applejack cast her gaze out to the orange trees filling her aunt and uncle’s land. “So, uh… where ya wanna explore first?”

“Well, the adults said you should show me around the orange grove…” Chip offered.

“Alright… but how about we make it interestin’?” Applejack responded with a rebellious grin.

“Interesting how?”

“Race ya round the orchard and back! One two three GO!” Applejack announced, and took off like a bullet.

“Hey! No fair! You didn’t give me enough warning! Cheater!” Chip howled and took off after her, racing across the expansive orange orchard, ducking and weaving through the trunks of the tall trees. With a chuckle and a wild grin Applejack didn’t slow down, leaving the howling boy in her dust with ease. He was such a city pony, she thought to herself. She could never leave Big Macintosh behind that quickly, even her old friends at her old school in Ponyville could run faster.

Applejack rounded the last turn and gasped when she saw Chip already leaning against the trunk of a tree near the house with a cocky grin on his lips.

“Heey! Y’all cheated!” Applejack huffed as she approached, panting heavily from her run.

“Hey, you said around the orchard, you didn’t say how much of the orchard.” Chip grinned.

“Ah meant the whole thang!”

“Shoulda said so then! Besides, you cheated first.”

“Why you… Ah aughta buck you upside the head!”

“Haha, okay, okay, I’m sorry, don’t buck me in the head, please!” Chip laughed.

“Hmph, Ah could too! Ah’m real strong! Jus’ as strong as any colt!”

“Really.”

“Really! You wanna see how hard Ah can buck? Ah bet Ah could knock more oranges outta that tree in one kick than you could! Assumin’ ya don’t cheat this time!”

“Alright, you’re on!” Chip grinned. He pushed off the trunk of the tree he was leaning on, facing away and setting his hooves, and a second later pushed off the ground with both hind legs, rearing them both up into his belly before firing them out to connect with impressive force against the trunk of the orange tree. The tree shook mightily under the force of Chip’s kick, and a respectable number of oranges fell from their branches to litter the ground around them. From the look of it, almost half the oranges in that particular tree had fallen.

“Not bad, not bad,” Applejack said modestly, but full of confidence nonetheless. “Now let a pro show ya how ta buck!” She stepped toward the orchard again, her eyes searching for a good, ripe-looking…

“Ah-ah-ah!” Chip stopped her. “Don’t you remember? You bet me you could buck more oranges out of THIS tree!”

Applejack froze, and silently cursed herself. Dangit, he had her! He’d already bucked down all the loose ones, and nearly half the tree besides! She’d need to clear the whole dang tree to beat him! Well fine then... if she had to buck down the rest of the tree, she’d do just that!

Applejack approached the tree and glared up at the leaves before turning herself around to face away from it. She’d learned from the best applebucking colt in all of Equestria, and she’d gotten in enough practice to know how it was done. She just had to remember how to do it... rear up on her front legs, bring her back legs in, tuck as far underneath as she could...

A sudden sensation on her lips took her by surprise, making her kick more wild and harsher than she’d hoped. The buck was almost as quick as the kiss against her lips, slamming into the tree and bringing a small shower of oranges raining down around them. Her heart felt like it was fluttering in her chest as the rain of oranges came to an end, and the kiss ended immediately after.

“What…..in tarnation was that?!” Applejack sputtered, her cheeks blossoming with color.

Chip blushed just as strongly. “I, uh… I’m not sure, it just… seemed like a good idea at the time… I think you maybe overdid the bucking, by the way.”

Applejack snapped out of the surprised daze his kiss had left her in and looked at the tree. Sure enough she’d kicked too high and struck near a low-hanging branch, and the entire branch had snapped off and fallen, breaking a section of the white picket fence around the grove.

“You… y-you made me do it!” Applejack stammered.

“I’m sorry!” Chip said again. “I just, I was watching you getting all set to buck, and you looked so intense and determined and I thought… it was really cute, so…”

Applejack blushed harder still. “Ya think… ya think Ah’m cute?”

“W-what?! O-of-of course not!” Chip stammered helplessly and whirled away from her. “You shouldn’t have broken that fence! I-I’m gonna go tell on you!” With that Chip was off like a shot, dashing back towards the house.

“Hey! Ah told ya Ah didn’t break the fence! Whatever he says he’s lyin’!” Applejack raced after him, but couldn’t stop her cheeks from reddening even further. That was her first kiss, and then for him to turn around and stab her in the back like that mere seconds later? Ooohhhh that really steamed her up! He’d said he thought she was cute, she was sure she didn’t imagine that. What was he doing turning around and denying it?

“Ugh, boys...”

---

The chorus of “awwwwww’s” was absolutely deafening in Pinkie Pie’s bedroom in Sugarcube Corner; even Rainbow Dash couldn’t resist, though she quickly forced it into a gagging noise.

“That’s so adorable Applejack, I really envy you,” Fluttershy spoke in a soft voice. “I wish I’d known a colt like that when I was a little filly.”

“Yeah well, it didn’t really lead ta nothin’. We hung ‘round a lot fer the last few days Ah was in Manehattan, but then Ah came home ta Ponyville and we sorta lost touch after a while.” Applejack sighed wistfully. “Ah mighta stayed a bit longer ta be with ‘im if it weren’t fer the sign Rainbow Dash gave me.”

“Well, it’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, as they say,” Rarity said with a sagely nod. “Especially if that love involves a cute colt.”

“But I don’t understand, what does this amazing colt have to do with your first time mating?” Twilight asked curiously. “If you’re still comfortable talking about it…”

“Ain’t no big deal,” Applejack replied with a soft smile. “We kept in touch fer a while over the mail, but finally we both got so busy that the letters just stopped bein’ sent. Ah got so busy with the apple farm Ah didn’t even think ‘bout it until we got an order for some apples ta be delivered ta Manehattan. They wanted the best in Equestria, and ya don’t go nowhere else fer that. The deadline was too soon fer the usual delivery, so Ah decided ta take it down there mahself…”

---

It just had to be raining.

Applejack grunted in annoyance as she pulled her wagon full of apple barrels up to the address she’d been given, soaked to the bone and shivering under the pouring rain, but with every apple accounted for, and delivered early to boot. Let nopony ever say an Apple family member didn’t hold up her end of a bargain. Sure she’d had to keep up a brisk pace, but her alternative was leaving her precious apples sitting out in the open in the wilderness while she tried to get some sleep mid trip. Instead she’d made it just after sundown, and her customer would have that much longer to prepare her apples for… whatever city pony party they were throwing. Who was the buyer anyway, Applejack wondered to herself as she knocked on the front door. She hadn’t even thought to look at the name on the order.

“Hello? Got a delivery fer y’all! Four barrels o’ Sweet Apple Acres’ finest! Anypony home?” she called out.

She didn’t have to wait long; the door flung open a few seconds later, and framed in the doorway was the face of an oddly familiar colt…

“Applejack? Applejack, is that you?”

Applejack’s jaw dropped. “Chip?! You ordered mah apples?!”

“Y-yes, I did! Wouldn’t go anywhere else for an apple order!” The excited young colt – young stallion, Applejack reminded herself, and sweet Celestia had he ever become a stallion – held out a hoof and pulled her into a hug, not seeming to mind that she was dripping with rain water. “It’s so good to see you again!”

“Oh mah stars, Ah didn’t think Ah’d ever see you again!” Applejack hugged him back warmly with a broad grin. “It’s been years since our last letter…”

“Yeah, sadly…” Chip replied in a softer, sadder tone. “I’m so sorry Applejack, things just got so busy, and they only got busier when my parents asked me to take over.”

Applejack chuckled and looked down at his hip, where a big cutie mark of a potato was highly visible on his blonde flank. “Yeah, Ah know the feelin’ darlin’, don’t ya worry ‘bout it. Ah understand, an’ Ah’m sorry too.” Applejack pulled back, stumbling slightly as one of her legs trembled from the cold. “Gah! Consarnit, rain’s been getting’ ta me…”

“You should come in. I’m sorry to make you come out in this weather, if I’d known you were hoofing it all the way from Ponyville in weather like this I would have pushed back the deadline.” Chip pulled Applejack fully inside, closing the door behind her.

Applejack sniffled and looked back. “The apples’re still out there.”

“They’ll be fine, I’ll have some of my staff bring them in, you just worry about getting warmed up.” Chip nudged her shoulder with a gentle touch and pushed her into the living room while he turned to head toward the kitchen. Applejack obediently made her way into the living room, where a bright, gloriously warm fire was alight in the fireplace. The room itself was pretty cozy too, Applejack realized. She hadn’t seen such lush carpeting outside of the town hall in Ponyville.

“It’s good ta see yer doin’ well fer yerself,” Applejack called after Chip as she approached the carpet in the middle of the room on shivering hooves and let herself plop down. She hadn’t even realized how weak she was getting until she laid down.

“Well, we don’t have Sweet Apple Acres’ fame, but we do well for ourselves,” Chip replied as he came back with a platter of warm, slightly bubbly looking drinks.

“Better’n us, from the looks of it,” Applejack noted.

Chip knelt down beside her and offered one of the mugs, which Applejack gratefully took and drank deeply from. “Ah, well, this is really my parents’ money at work, not mine… I’m working on some ideas to make my own hoof-print on the business, you know?”

“Ah hear ya,” Applejack nodded her understanding, shivering just slightly still.

“Here, I brought you this too,” Chip said the moment he saw it, and passed over a large fluffy towel for her to dry off with. “Come here and sit closer to the fire, you look like you’re freezing… where were you planning on staying tonight?”

Applejack ran the towel through her mane and soaked up the worst of the moisture. “Oh, well, Ah just figured Ah’d find a room at the inn--”

“And go back out into that downpour?” Chip said, aghast. “Absolutely not, I insist that you stay here tonight.”

“Stay here?” Applejack echoed, already feeling a hot blush creep into her cheeks that had nothing to do with moving closer to the fire. “With you?”

“If that’s alright. I have plenty of room, after all, and, well… heh, not many ponies to share it with. You rushed my order out here in record time, the least I could offer in return is a square meal, a hot bath and a good night’s sleep.”

Suddenly Applejack felt her stomach rumble and the grime on her coat from the trip felt extra filthy. “Well… Ah sure would be grateful fer that, Chip, if yer offerin’…”

“I wouldn’t take no for an answer,” Chip told her with a smile.

Applejack lowered the towel and turned back to him with a grateful smile. “Hehe, thank ya kindly, Ah feel warmer already. Ah can help ya make dinner if ya like.”

“No way, you go get a warm bath and I’ll meet you out here with dinner,” Chip told her with a soft nuzzle that only made Applejack blush deeper. “Go on. The bathroom is down the hallway there.”

“Alright… thank ya again.” Applejack smiled and turned to head down the hallway, feeling her heart racing. Thoughts kept creeping into her mind that she tried again and again to squash, but didn’t succeed very well at it as she entered the bathroom and turned on the fancy Manehattan faucet to let the sturdy tub fill up with warm, steaming water. Applejack slipped over the side and into the water, letting it engulf her even as it continued to rise, washing away the bitter cold from the rain outside.

It wasn’t long before she began to warm up to normal levels, and she could smell something amazing floating into the bathroom from the kitchen. Wow, not only a kind, generous pony, but a great cook too. She just might be falling in love.

Wait, did she really just think that…?

Oh, ponyfeathers, she did. She actually liked this stallion.

Well crud, that just wouldn’t do. He lived all the way out here in Manehattan running his family’s potato business, and she had Sweet Apple Acres in Ponyville. There was no way they could make a relationship work, not any time soon. Not short of one of them leaving their family business, anyway, and that was about as likely as spontaneously sprouting wings and a horn. He was cute, sure… real cute, if Applejack was being honest with herself, but that was hardly enough to change her opinion.

Applejack sank under the water and let out a resigned sigh that turned into a stream of bubbles. Yes, this was the smart conclusion, Applejack admitted. She wasn’t going to fool herself into thinking a relationship with Chip was plausible.

Darn shame, though. He was a heck of a stud now that he was all grown up. The thoughts running through her brain as she imagined what he could do with that stallion physique of his were enough to leave her breathless and make her pop back above water to recover. Blushing hotly, Applejack scrubbed the rest of her coat clean and left the bath in a hurry before she could get too comfortable in her daydreaming.

The thick towel hung conveniently beside the bathroom door helped dry off her coat without wetting down the entire bathroom with a pony’s usual shakedown. It also helped Applejack clear her head somewhat as she reached back into the tub and pulled the stopper to let the water flow down through the drain to she-knew-not-where. It felt like Manehattan was a world away from Ponyville, there was just no hope for her and Chip like that. Any relationship was doomed to failure… for now, at least.

When Applejack felt like she was dry and calm enough to head back into the kitchen just past the living room she found Chip just setting out two large plates of steaming-hot food that made her mouth water even more the closer she got to them.

Chip flashed her a boyish smile when he noticed her enter the kitchen. “I hope you’re ready for this, it’s one of the few things I actually know how to make really well. I’m sure you’re more used to eating apples than potatoes, but...”

Applejack replied with a chuckle and a grin. “If it tastes half as good as it smells Ah think Ah’ll like it just fine.”

“Well then, bon-appetit… as my parents would say. Or stuff your face, as I prefer.” Chip and Applejack shared a boisterous laugh as they settled down on either side of the table and dug carefully into the still piping hot food. After she’d blown on it enough to not burn her mouth she found the taste was even beyond what she’d expected. It was like every bite only made her want to eat more instead of filling her up. So this was what made city-ponies a bit rounder than rodeo-ponies.

Not that Chip looked in any way “round.” He looked as fit as any other Earth Pony she knew. Fitter, if she was comparing him to Pinkie Pie…

---

“Good heavens, are you calling Pinkie fat?! Have some decorum, Applejack, you can’t call the birthday girl fat!”

“Ah’m just sayin’!”­

---

“Everything alright, Applejack?”

Applejack shook her head sharply. “Y-yeah, everything’s jus’ fine.”

“You were, uh, heh… kinda staring at me,” Chip told her with a blush.

“Oh, uh… sorry ‘bout that, just, uh… rememberin’ old times,” Applejack said with a blush of her own. It wasn’t a lie, really. She had been thinking about one particular moment…

“Oh yeah? Do you remember that day with the broken fence…?”

Apparently, so had he.

“Remember? How could Ah forget?” Applejack gave him a wry grin. “Ya stole mah first kiss, ya big jerk…”

“Stole?” Chip laughed nervously. “Well, maybe it was a little spontaneous, but I didn’t hear you complaining about it too much…”

Applejack laughed and smiled more warmly. “Hah… naw, Ah reckon Ah didn’t really mind, y’all were the one makin’ a fuss ‘bout it.”

Chip shook his head with a chuckle and a grin. “That feels like a lifetime ago...”

Applejack nodded. “Sure does...”

Their smiles slowly faded as they both fell into silence, munching on the delightful dinner. That had been the day they’d met a little over twelve years ago, almost to the day. Boy howdy, had it really been so long? And yet spending time with him now felt no different than it had back then. Being here made her feel like a filly again, it made her remember how she’d felt… and reminded her that this could be the only meal they shared for another twelve years.

Glancing across the table, she could see the energy had been sucked out of him as well, as if he was reaching the same conclusion. It wasn’t right, Applejack thought. They obviously connected, they obviously liked each other... it shouldn’t end this way, not again, not so quickly, with hardly anything to show for it. Applejack had to do something... anything to make this chance meeting mean something more than just that.

With one final bite of her dinner Applejack pushed the plate away and stood from her seat, moving around the table to join him on his side. His eyes followed her on her journey, until she reached him and hooked a hoof around one of his, pulling him from his seat toward the living room.

“Is something wrong with the food?” Chip asked softly.

“Not at all…” Applejack assured him with a smile as she pulled him into the living room, towards the flickering orange glow of the fireplace. “Ah jus’ don’t wanna remember ya doin’ nothin’ but eatin’ dinner…”

“What do you want to remember me doing…?” Chip asked in a soft, but not at all nervous or angry voice.

“Do ya remember the last thing Ah said to ya when Ah was on mah way back home?” Applejack asked.

“Hah, yeah… you said you loved me,” Chip chuckled breathily. “That was so long ago…”

“Yet nothin’ changed…” Applejack told him in a gentle voice. “Ah like ya. A lot. Ah didn’ mind sayin’ so back then an’ Ah don’t mind now. But the thang is…”

“I know… we have completely different lives,” Chip finished for her, understanding where she was going. Or thinking he understood, anyway. “It wouldn’t work between us, even though we want it to…”

“Yeah…” Applejack agreed. “But…” She sat him down with her in front of the fire. “We’re here now… together. Ah wanna make the most of it…”

Chip’s eyes widened in amazement. “A-Applejack… you can’t be serious…”

Truth be told, Applejack wasn’t entirely sure it was the best idea. Her family wouldn’t approve, and she’d certainly never given herself to anypony before. But then, she’d never felt so strongly about anypony before, either. Denying how much she wanted him right now would be lying to herself.

Applejack hated lying.

“Ah’m serious, Chip…” she said, more softly. “If we can’t make a relationship work, then… Ah’d at least like ta have tonight… just one night. If that’s okay with you…”

“Just one night huh…?” Chip stared into her eyes as Applejack moved just slightly closer to him. Almost as if on reflex one of his forelegs circled her shoulders, pulling her chest solidly up against his own. Her hoof rose to stroke his shoulder with a soft touch, feeling the muscle contained underneath his well-maintained fur. He kept himself like a city-pony, but he definitely knew the value of hard work out in the fields. As he pulled her closer, his strength only became more obvious.

“I’d love nothing more… as long as there are no regrets…” he told her in a soft whisper.

Applejack leaned up against the side of his neck, nuzzling against his soft fur and running her lips over the base next to his shoulder in a series of soft kisses. She could feel him tremble slightly in response, his fur standing on end from his body in the beginnings of arousal. “Ah never say what Ah don’t mean, Chip… Ah won’t regret a thang if you won’t…”

She felt his strong hooves circle her torso then, his own cheek nuzzling sharply into the nape of her neck, sending electric currents of arousal racing through her body, her breath coming in just slightly deeper gasps. “How could I regret being with the filly of my dreams…?”

With a soft moan of approval Applejack slipped both forehooves around him, pulling his neck up against her own, feeling him nuzzling deep into her fur, his lips finding the flesh underneath to plant a series of gentle yet passionate kisses. Applejack bit her bottom lip as the gentle sensations moved through her, unfamiliar from anywhere except in her most uncontrollable dreams.

His front hooves slid their way tentatively down her sides, as if still a bit hesitant to push the envelope and reach for something more suggestive, so Applejack did the work for him. Her own forelegs dropped from his neck and quite firmly pushed his lower, until they were pressing against her cutie marks on either side. His surprise was apparent, but when Applejack let out a longing hiss of satisfaction, Chip rolled with it, circling his front hooves over her cutie marks until her hissing turned into an outright moan.

It wasn’t much longer before Applejack felt a sudden gentle pressure on her chest, and her breath caught in her throat for a moment because she was pretty sure she knew what it was. She chanced a glance down between their bodies and—yep, there he was alright. Unsheathed and hard as a rock. Applejack found herself staring for a bit, gulping and blushing like a little filly again. Sweet Celestia, it certainly matched the rest of him…

“Um… A-Applejack?” Chip stammered. “Y-you’re, um… s-staring again…”

“…Yeah, Ah know. It’s, uh… it’s a good thang.” Applejack leaned in with a smile and a soft blush to whisper into his ear. “Cuz Ah’m all wet too…” She lowered one hoof down his body, running it across the top of his erection. She was unfamiliar with how to please it, but the hiss that escaped his lips let her know she wasn’t doing a bad job of it. She cupped it between both forehooves as she felt his hooves continue stroking the sensitive flesh under her cutie marks, felt him begin to thrust as if by reflex against her hooves.

He moved slightly closer to her, his erection pushing more firmly up against her chest as he stroked even more firmly at her cutie mark on one side. His other hoof explored further down her body between her legs, pressing up against her slit, which was already slick with her juices. She never told a lie, after all.

“Aaughn…” Applejack grunted in surprise, but also deep satisfaction at feeling him exploring her. She sat back on her haunches and let her legs drift open a bit wider. He followed close by her side, stroking more firmly against her body and pushing up against her, which she welcomed with open hooves. She moves her forelegs up from his erection to his torso, pulling his chest up against her own to give him a deep, passionate kiss.

“Ah dunno about y’all, Chip…” Applejack whispered against his lips, “but Ah really want ya on toppa me…”

“Ah-heh, I’m, uh, kinda already on top of you…”

“No, Ah mean… Ah want ya on top of me…”

“O-oh…!”

Chip blushed once again, but he obediently leaned away from Applejack’s body and sat back on his own haunches, giving Applejack a particularly unobstructed look at everything he had to offer. It sent a shiver of excitement up her spine, and she had to physically restrain herself from literally licking her lips. Instead she rolled onto all fours, her tail just long enough to give him a quick and teasing flick across his muzzle… and then it tucked itself off to one side, her hips rose and her front half dipped to the floor. It was about as direct and blunt as it was possible for a mare to be. Then again Applejack had never been one for subtlety.

“Sweet Celestia…” she heard Chip whisper.

Applejack wiggled her hips a bit, just for good measure, and the throaty gasp that escaped his throat told her the gesture had done its job. “Well…? Whatcha waitin’ for, sugarcube…?”

It was barely a couple of seconds before she felt his chest press up against her back, rubbing her fur somewhat uncomfortably the wrong way as he slid into position, but somehow that only made her more excited to feel his weight press down on top of her back, which it did only a few more moments later. She reached back behind her head with one hoof, stroking the side of his neck as he leaned down to nuzzle her again, his hips pushing forward to meet hers.

Applejack bit her lip to hold back a piercing yell as she felt his erection push against her wet slit, opening her wider than she was sure she’d ever been before, wider than she ever thought she could be, and yet what pain she felt from the first penetration was quickly drowned out by the sensation of his lips nibbling on the side of her neck, his hooves wrapping around her chest and stroking her fur in a tender, comforting manner, as if he knew that he would be causing her pain.

She wrapped her hooves around his, holding them around her as she felt his hips make their first thrust, followed by the second, and a third yet. The sensations were indescribable, and Applejack was certain for a moment she was about to wake up in bed uncomfortably aroused and unfulfilled, but there was no such awakening tonight. Only the firm, but careful thrusting of the colt now very much perched on top of her, cradling her body even as he thrust against it.

“Oh mah stars… oh Goddess… oh gosh…” Applejack panted in pleasure and nuzzled at the side of his cheek, reaching her hoof around his neck to hold his head close to hers. “Oh Goddess, don’t ya… dare stop…”

She trembled underneath him, some part of her a little embarrassed at herself for being so… submissive, for enjoying being submissive, for wanting this stallion laying on top of her as he was laying into her. She was used to being in charge, in control, and now here she was with her face to the floor and her legs straining to hold up the bulk of a full-grown stallion’s weight while he had his way with her. She wasn’t sure if Chip realized it, but for Applejack it was an enormous show of trust in him to let him do this to her… and somehow that made it oh-so-much sweeter. Maybe it was a natural, vanilla, boring position to some ponies, but she was a simple pony with simple pleasures, and having a gorgeous stallion she truly cared about mounting her and rutting her into the floor was driving her wild.

“Applejack…” Chip whispered her name, sweet candy to her ears between his primal grunts of pleasure. His body was really thrusting hard now, the wet slapping of strong hips against drenched haunches growing more and more audible, and Applejack moaned ever louder in response. She could take it, she wanted it, she needed it.

The thrusts only came faster, and harder, and faster still, and yet it felt like they were never quite fast or hard enough. She could feel the muscles in his chest flexing against her back with every powerful thrust, and she could no longer hold back the loud groans and yelps that escaped a jaw limp in pleasure, resting on the floor even as she was taken so powerfully by this stallion she yearned for.

The sensations were simply too much; she almost felt like she was going to black out for a moment, her eyes shooting open and her lips letting out a trembling, guttural sound somewhere between a shriek and a moan. Still the sensations didn’t stop though. Part of her wished they would, and part of her wished they could last forever. If it wasn’t Chip who was on top of her, she might have freaked out… but she could never freak out with him there.

She felt his hooves press down on his back, scrambling against her fur to perch himself slightly more upright even as he gave a couple more powerful thrusts. Applejack gasped at the motions, and the sensations of his erection jerking deep inside of her, letting loose a torrent of seed with every motion. She groaned and tried to push herself deeper back against him, though she could barely move with his weight holding her against the floor. She could only wait as the seed washed inside of her, followed by more, and more, and more, searing hot and yet cooling the fiery heat in her loins until nothing remained on her face but an ecstatic, satisfied grin.

He didn’t move away from her when he finally, finally finished firing into her, and for that Applejack was grateful. She didn’t want that pressure inside her most intimate of places to leave, not just yet. Instead he merely laid down on top of her as her hips sank to the floor, and the two lovers simply basked in the warmth of both the fire and the afterglow of their frantic lovemaking.

“Chip… mah goddess that was amazin’…”

“You’re amazing, Applejack…” Chip replied, nuzzling her neck. “I wish… I could have you like this every day…”

“Heh… yeah… me too Chip…”

“…I guess tomorrow you’ll have to--”

“Chip… forget about tomorrow. Ah don’t wanna think about tomorrow right now. Just…” Applejack lifted her head up, knowing his was just beside hers, and captured his lips in a tender kiss.

“Just be here with me tonight… and make love to me…”

Chip kissed her right back with a boyish, yet tender smile. “I wouldn’t hate that at all...”

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Every jaw in the room hung slack, and every cheek was pink.

“So… you did it again?” Rainbow managed to speak up first.

“Three times,” Applejack admitted with a proud blush. “It was jus’ magical…”

“Oh my, that’s, well it’s, I mean, that’s very--” Fluttershy stammered over three sentences at once.

“I think you broke Fluttershy,” Rainbow Dash snickered. “That was a hay of a story though, I can’t believe you told us all that! Aren’t you embarrassed?”

“Embarrassed?” Applejack shrugged. “Aw naw, Ah know y’all won’t make fun o’ me or nothin’, why would Ah be embarrassed around you?”

“Of course we won’t, and of course you shouldn’t be,” Twilight assured her with a smile. The other ponies all nodded in agreement. Fluttershy and Rarity both looked too flabbergasted to speak real words yet, but Pinkie Pie was grinning and bouncing in excitement.

“Oh my gosh that was so amazing Applejack! Hehehe! This is the best party ever! Okay, who’s next? We need more sexy stories!”

“Next…?” Twilight blushed and exchanged a glance with Rarity, both of them backing away a bit, while Fluttershy just looked like a demure ball of yellow fur huddled up on the floor.

“Oh whatever, if AJ can spill the beans on her first mating time, I can too!” Rainbow Dash hovered out into the middle of the circle of friends, nudging Applejack out of the way.

“Now just hold on a moment!” Rarity blocked Rainbow’s path. “Applejack, surely you aren’t going to leave us all hanging like that?!”

Applejack blinked at her, nonplussed. “Uhhh…?”

“Chip!” Rarity wailed. “What happened to Chip?! How could you let such a gorgeous and kind and… well-equipped stallion get away?!”

Applejack sighed a bit dreamily. “Oh, it ain’t so bad, Rarity… we keep in touch still, talked about another ‘personal delivery’ here and there… an’ who knows, maybe someday things’ll work out and we can really settle down t’gether…”

“There, they’ve got a long distance thing going on, you happy?” Rainbow glared at Rarity. “Can I tell my story now?”

“Jus’ try ta keep the braggin’ and showboatin’ to a minimum,” Applejack warned her with a smirk, and took a seat in the circle again.

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” Rainbow waived off the barb. “So anyway, my awesome story…”

“Yaaaay, Dashie! I can’t wait to hear the awesome sexy time you had with your special somepony! Ooh ooh ooh, was it Gilda? I bet it was Gilda!”

“Argh, no, Pinkie, jeez, why does everypony think that?!” Rainbow snapped.

“Well then who was it, dear? Anypony we know?” Rarity pressed.

“Er… yeah, you could say that…”