Chapter 92

Applejack was gone.

I released a deep sigh, drowning out the overpowering silence in the shop as I surveyed the mess of tools littered around the now vacant workspace. All that remained of her old Ford was a pile of worn-out parts, lying on a bed of rust flakes that had fallen from the undercarriage while the truck was being repaired.

I took a few steps towards the broom to begin sweeping, but instead, my ambition plummeted rather quickly. Not only that, I had no idea what time it was. Rarity had mentioned that we were to be back no later than 4:00, and if there was one thing I knew about my indigo-haired girlfriend, it was that she did not take kindly to tardiness when a time was explicitly stated. I figured it best not to take a chance, so I decided to have a shower and head back to Fluttershy’s.

I ventured into the tiny living room in the corner of my shop and stripped down, leaving my rust-caked clothes in a pile and setting out a stack of fresh ones.

Next, I stepped into the glass stall, shut the door and turned the hot water on. I washed the dirt and bits of rust out of my hair, creating a small-scale galaxy of light-brown suds that swirled around the drain between my feet. The shower door glass had already become foggy by the time I plucked the soap from the ledge and lathered it up to wash my face.

It was during this that I thought I heard a noise outside of the shower and so I paused, eyes closed, listening.

Unexpectedly, I heard the stall door click, followed by a cool gust of air tickling my skin.

“What the hell?” I quickly put my face under the shower to rinse the soap away so I could see what was happening. Granted, I could just open my eyes and let the soap in; it wouldn’t hurt, but I hate the rubbery feeling my eyeballs get after being washed out, so I tend to avoid letting it happen. Before I could finish, however, I heard a voice yelp right beside me.

“Yowee! Dang it, that water’s hot!”

I paused briefly, wondering if my ears were playing tricks on me. Then I replied. “AJ? What the fuck are you doing!?”

Before she answered, something soft brushed my arm; something that was topped with a hard nub.

”Was that a tit? That TOTALLY felt like a tit…”

“Sorry ta barge in on ya like this, sugarcube,” her voice rang out again, “but I was just about ta pull out onta the road there when I looked at my phone and was like: ‘holy shit, it’s 3:30! I ain’t got time ta go all the way home, shower and be back at Fluttershy’s in time fer dinner!’”

I had finished rinsing my face by then, so I opened my eyes to look at her. Why I was startled by what I saw I am not certain; I really don’t know what else I should have expected.

She was naked. Completely, utterly naked.

Her hat was gone and her hair was untied, hanging over her shoulders and framing her face in a much more feminine way, one that I hadn’t seen on her before.

Applejack was surprisingly pretty.

Her freckles stood out on her high cheekbones and her bright, emerald-green eyes were big and sparkling, giving away the nervousness that she was obviously feeling after making such a brash move, which she was now trying to hide behind a weak façade of casual conversation.

“I figured it’d be faster just ta shower here,” she confessed, “although, I didn’t realise you’d be in here too. But that don’t matter; we can just share it and git ‘er done faster, right? Now, could ya be a pal and turn the hot water down a tad?”

“Uh…OK,” I replied absentmindedly as my hands acted seemingly of their own accord, reaching up to adjust the taps to bring the water to a bearable temperature.

As Applejack reached in with an open hand to test the water, I took the opportunity to take in the sight of her body while her attention was occupied. She was indeed tall, and while her arms were somewhat muscular and bulky, the rest of her body was surprisingly sleek and feminine looking, much more so than one would have realised, being hidden beneath the unflattering attire she usually wore.

Her skin was quite pale and her shoulders were dotted with freckles, but the lower portions of her arms were a dark, golden hue, as was her neck and chest. A deep, dark V-shape pointed downward between her breasts—the unmistakeable tan line created by the repeated wearing of button-up shirts in the direct sun.

Speaking of breasts, hers were surprisingly nice; they weren’t overly large on her, which was to be expected, given her height and how lean her build was, but even so, up close, they certainly carried a fair bit of weight to them; similar in size to Rarity’s, but rounder and a bit less perky.

“That’ll do, partner,” she said, yanking my mind back to reality as she stepped into the stall and turned around to close the door, granting me a fleeting glimpse of her backside, which was surprisingly cute and round, yet still put off an air of strength with the obvious muscle tone that hid beneath those fleshy cheeks.

“Whoo!” she hooted as she closed her eyes and put her head under the water, running her hands through her hair as it soaked up the moisture, darkening it to a golden colour and flattening it against her head.

I had unwittingly backed myself against the cold tiles by then, instinctively trying to avoid having mine and Applejack’s bare, wet skin come into contact. Unable to help myself, I cast my gaze downward, taking in the details of her toned belly, the smooth curves of her hips and her strong, yet beautifully sculpted thighs.

Between those thighs was a tuft of golden hair. Unmaintained, but not unappealing, it had a natural look about it. Its light, skin-matching colour had a way of hiding it in plain sight, giving off an appearance of being short, soft and silky, rather than course, long and thick.

“You OK?”

“Huh?” Her query jolted my eyes upward. Figuring I’d been caught ogling her, I was relieved to see the water still cascading down over her eyelids.

“Yer awful quiet over there,” she continued, blowing droplets of water from her lips as she spoke.

“No, I-I just…I wasn’t expecting-“

“Nah, it ain’t no big deal, sugarcube. Big Mac and I used ta bath together when we was just little-uns, so there’s nothin either a’ us ain’t seen bef-,” she paused suddenly after turning her head from the shower and inadvertently letting her eyes drop to my lower regions.

Those emerald eyes of hers widened when they landed on my half-standing manhood, watching as it bobbed along with my pulse while a stream of water dribbled from the tip. Applejack brought her gaze up slowly until she met my eyes with hers. The apprehension growing in her stare was bluntly obvious, and as the reality of what she’d done began to set in, I could almost hear the thoughts within her head, saying: ‘Dang it, AJ! What’d ya go and git yerself inta?’

Realising her trepidation had become apparent, Applejack put a casual smirk on one side of her mouth and blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Heh…that thing’s actually pretty impressive…now I see what all the…er, all the fuss is...about…” She trailed off rather abruptly, wondering if that comment really was as inappropriate as it sounded.

Nervous, I shifted my eyes to the side and scratched behind my right ear. “Oh, um…thanks?”

The blonde girl’s cheeks lit up and she looked away in embarrassment, clearing her throat. “I…I s’pose we’d better get ta warshin up,” she announced, grabbing the shampoo bottle and squeezing its contents into her palm. “The whole point a’ this was ta save time, so it ain’t no use fer us ta be standin here, starin at each other like a couple a’ retarded monkeys.”

“Yeah...right.” I turned to grab the soap from the ledge and began to wash the rest of myself as she scrubbed and churned up a layer of suds in her hair.

The act of having her arms raised had the fortunate side-effect of perking her breasts up, causing them to bounce and jiggle, which in turn triggered a surge of blood to rush toward my manhood, prompting it to stand at full mast, ready for action.

“Shit!” I thought, panicking a bit when I realised my state of affairs, ”Down, boy! How can you be hungry after the week we just had!?”

Indeed, I had just spent the entire week unloading my seed into the mouths and vaginas of Rarity and Fluttershy more times than I could count, and yet, even after all that, I was now completely turned on by Applejack and her beautiful, dripping wet body; my manhood was full of blood and ambition, eager to try her out.

That had to be it: she was new. New to me, that is. Fresh meat, if you will. I wasn’t particularly fond of this thought process, however; Applejack was a good friend to me, and I respected her immensely. Her penchant for hard work and raw honesty were tough traits to find in most people these days, and all I could do now was hope she didn’t pick up on my animalistic tendencies, OR my throbbing hard-on.

As the final wisp of suds were washed away, she pulled back from the falling stream of water and wiped her eyes. She glanced downward without thinking and stiffened immediately, her expression changing to one of shock and nervousness before she quickly turned away.

”Yup. She saw it. Good one, Golds. She TOTALLY fucking saw it.”

I sighed as I set the soap on the ledge and finished washing my thighs and calves, positioning myself in a way that would obscure my shame.

Cursing myself, I shook my head and stood on one foot to clean the other, making sure to keep my eyes where they belonged as I concentrated on banishing the erection. ”Come on Golds, get a hold of yourself. Think! OK, uh...the underside of a tarantula; a python swallowing a kid; the Department of Transportation; that lady at Wal-Mart who rides the electric cart with the gunt that hangs past her knees; oh! DOG SHIT!”

Then Applejack said something I didn’t quite expect.

“Hey, uh…sugarcube? Could ya do me a favour and pass the great big pecker?”

I froze in utter bemusement for a second, and then turned to look just in time to see her cheeks turn an impossible shade of crimson.

“Er…I mean…” She slapped her palm against her forehead. “HEH-HEH! I meant…the soap; pass the soap!”

Relieved slightly, I chuckled, hoping to embrace a bit of levity in the situation as I reached for the soap and offered it to her. “Did you have a bit of a Freudian Slip there, AJ?”

She took the soap, but then paused with a ‘deer in the headlights’ sort of look, and then quickly began to stutter out the first answer she could think of. “What? Heh! No, wait…what was that?” She cocked an eyebrow and shook her head dismissively. “Er...nah man, y-ya got this nice anti-slippin-grip mat in here,” she explained frantically, looking downward as she scuffed her foot on the shower mat beneath our feet.

I replied with a look of confusion when she glanced back up at me, hoping I would be satisfied with the answer.

“What? No, AJ…a Freudian Slip is when you accidentally say something you don’t mean to say cuz you’re thinking about it.”

“Oh…” she replied, followed by a vacant pause. “Pshhh!” she sneered dismissively, shaking her head. “What, you think I was thinkin ‘bout yer big…h-hard…” —she cleared her throat— “Nah…nah man, that’s crazy shit! You must be losin it, sugarcube.”

“Alright...” I answered dubiously as she began to run the soap around her body, leaving a slick, bubbly trail in its wake.

I was watching intently as she coated her skin in the cleansing suds when it suddenly dawned on me: I was finished cleaning. Seeing an opportunity to flee, I decided to take the initiative to get the hell out of there.

Applejack had her back to me at that point and was bent forward slightly —as much as the tiny stall would allow— so I spoke up while I tried to slip by to exit the shower. “Hey, I’m just gonna sneak past you-“

As I said this, the tip of my erection mistakenly poked the right half of her backside, then slipped across her soapy skin and ended up jabbing itself between her cheeks, causing her to yelp and straighten up suddenly.

“Huh? Wazzat!?” she bellowed as she spun around, ending up face-to-face with me. We stood frozen in place for a moment, staring nervously at one another until the same realisation hit us simultaneously.

Both of us let our eyes venture downward to see what we already felt was happening: my length was jammed into her golden muff like a javelin.

“Sorry, I-I was trying to get out of-“ I stopped when I brought my eyes up and noticed that she’d squeezed the bar of soap so hard it had been extruded between her fingers and was falling piece-by-piece to the shower floor. “Oh…that’s, um…” I said quickly, “I have more soap if you…”

“Huh?” She opened her hand after noticing what she’d done, letting the remaining chunks fall to the floor.

Again, we stood in silence with the warm water sprinkling over our skin, unsure of where to go from here. Her bright green eyes were wide and hungry, yet she looked resistant to giving in to her urges. After all, she and I didn’t share that type of relationship, although there was a reason outside of romance that she had hinted at to me about considering, but I had dismissed it as mere colloquy on her part; nothing more than idle thoughts.

The water had completely rinsed the soap from her by then, leaving her body clean and covered in clear, glistening beads of water.

The sight of her was nearly irresistible.

My time for rumination ended abruptly when Applejack snapped and lost control of herself; she grabbed my shoulders and shoved me back against the tiles —a feat that none of the other girls were capable of— and she leaned in, tilting her head to the side to plant her lips on my neck, tickling and teasing me with firm, yet carefully crafted nibbles and kisses.

She brought our wet bodies together next; my erection slid upward, pointing towards our navels until it ended up sandwiched between us, twitching in response to the mild pleasure created by our abdomens rubbing against it. Her breasts were against my chest, one arm wrapped around the back of my neck, and her other hand went to my waist as she feasted hungrily on my neck.

It wasn’t long before I gathered my thoughts and decided to return the favour. Using my finger to sweep the wet, blonde locks from her face, I tilted my head to kiss her cheek and jaw line, then I give her earlobe a quick nibble, which she seemed to enjoy, judging by how her body tensed slightly, followed by a low, deep hum that resonated from her throat.

It felt a bit strange at first to make out with someone the same height as me, but after a moment I found it somewhat convenient; no bowing my head, no need for her to tip-toe, and it was quite surprising to me how easy it was to wrap my arms around her. I had always had a vision in my mind of Applejack being this beast of a woman with a girth that matches that of a lumberjack, but in reality she was surprisingly slender compared to what I envisioned. That’s not to say she wasn’t the biggest of the group, because she certainly was; Fluttershy by comparison was like a blown-glass figurine and Sunset, while stronger and more toned, was still noticeably more delicate than the freckled farm girl.

Just as I was thinking about this, she began to run her mouth along my cheek as she backed away slowly, and so I prepared to receive a kiss directly on the lips, assuming that was where she was headed.

Unexpectedly, however, she skipped right over my mouth and continued along my other cheek, exploring that side of my neck with her lips while I stared at the shower door, confused. Before long, my puzzlement vanished and my eyelids fluttered shut; the feel of her mouth pecking and nipping away at my skin had begun to influence me, and I found myself running my hands up and down her back, feeling the warm water cascading down her skin as she began to thrust her abdomen forward, her body’s patent way of communicating what it was after.

It wasn’t long before she backed out again, pausing to look me in the eyes for a moment. Mistaking this as an invitation, I leaned in for a kiss, but she backed away, looking somewhat perturbed.

I broke the advance quickly, wondering if she was really sure of what was happening. “Are you OK?”

“Yeah yeah,” Applejack chuckled dismissively as she backed away a few inches and reached down between us, placing her fingertips on my erection to tilt it downwards, aiming it between her legs. Holding me in place, she came forward again to straddle it, letting it press upwards against her crotch.

Beneath that golden bush of hers was a pair of soft lips, which parted gently and cradled the topside of my shaft as her hips reciprocated slowly, stroking me with her soft, tender folds.

Between those lips I was quick to discover a different sort of moisture that lived there, one that contrasted sharply with the squeaky-clean water that covered the rest of her; this wetness was slick, warm and smooth, allowing her eager flesh to glide effortlessly along my length as her pace began to quicken, along with her breathing.

Applejack gripped my shoulders and leaned back slightly, closing her eyes as she rocked her hips hungrily, quivering each time her clit passed over the ridge of my head, her breath hitching in response to the sudden jolts of sensation created by each pass.

Her breathing had become panting by this time, and I could see the desperation on her face, in her body language, and in the heat created by her throbbing womanhood as it swept its way along the top of my erection.

Her actions became more and more energetic, and she began to tilt her abdomen forward more, trying desperately to give her body what it desired by manipulating the angle of her entrance, hoping that I may inadvertently plunge inside of her on the next pass.

Finally, she got her wish; on one particularly well-placed thrust, we both felt the tip of my length catch in her opening. She screeched to a halt, however, second guessing herself, wondering if she should go through with it. I could see the wheels turning in her head, her eyes locked on me, her lips parted.

Before long, all else was trumped by lust and she made her decision. That hesitant expression changed to one of resolve; she held her breath, bit her lip, and then slowly pushed towards me.

A breath was drawn sharply into her nostrils as she glided forward, letting my stiff length ease into her slick, hot depths until that golden bush came to rest against me.

I gripped her hips to keep her steady, giving her a moment to allow her body grow accustomed to its new tenant. She stared at me incredulously, her soaked, yet lovely features giving away the immense sensation that she felt ringing out from her core like
a beacon. “Dang,” she gasped, “I reckon this is gonna be good...”

“I haven’t had anyone walk away disappointed yet,” I replied. “Or in a straight line, for that matter.”

“I don’t doubt it,” she said, looking down at herself as she began to gyrate her hips, stroking her new occupant and moaning quietly as she felt the head pop in and out, overwhelming her body with the first series of blissful jolts.

This position wasn’t ideal; I could tell right away that I was going to slip out the second she got even a tad overzealous with her thrusts, so I reached down to hook my hand under her thigh and lifted it up to my side. She took the cue and wrapped her calf around my backside, which in turn opened her up to allow a deeper penetration.

I wasted no time taking advantage of this and pushed forward quickly, causing Applejack to gasp when she felt my length reach exciting new depths within her. She began to grind herself against me with feverish glee, extracting every ounce of pleasure she could, savouring the feel of my length stroking her tight insides while her clit ground firmly against my lap.

The pleasure began to elevate in both of us, and Applejack had become unable to hold back; she gripped my shoulders tightly and pushed harder and faster while I held her thigh against my hip with one hand, squeezing one of her breasts with the other.

Her breast was a nice size; a decent handful to be sure, with a nipple tickling my palm that remained hard despite the warm water washing over us. Her flesh was wrapped firmly around my shaft, stroking me into a euphoric trance which was more enjoyable than I’d anticipated, something I knew she would agree with, since I could already feel her beginning to tighten.

The opening burst was not to be, however; even with her leg raised, the position was not ideal for vigorous thrusting and my length accidently popped out, jabbing her thigh just as she had begun her ascension to that perfect explosion of bliss.

“Aw, fer sweet apple’s sake!” she complained, frustrated. Desperate to continue her trip to the top, she reached down and grabbed my slippery length to guide it back inside, but her attempts fumbled again and again. The position was simply not right.

Watching Applejack fiddle around in frantic futility afforded me a few seconds to snap out of it and come back to reality. It dawned on me that I didn’t even take the time to talk things over with her, to find out what her intentions were, and how sure she was that she wanted to follow them.

“Hang on, hang on,” I said quickly, letting go of her leg.

She stopped what she was doing and stood under the falling water, staring at me, bewildered by the outburst.

“AJ, what are we doing?”

She frowned and shook her head. “The hell’s it look like?” she shrugged, confused.

“No, I know, but…” I raised a hand and shook my head, closing my eyes as I thought about what to say to her. “Are you…wanting to…make the change? Or are you just…I don’t know, messing around?”

Applejack’s expression deepened when the question was posed to her; her breathing slowed and her gaze drifted downward, her mind racing as she began to consider the gravity of such a decision. Finally, her eyes rose to meet mine and she gave a brief pause before nodding slowly. “Yeah. Yeah, I wanna do it.” Her confidence grew once the answer came out. “I wanna be like you…and Fluttershy, and Rarity…and Sunset. I wanna be able ta help people, ta protect my family; I wanna see what the future brings, and ta meet my descendents like you was sayin…” She paused to rub the back of her neck, blushing rather sheepishly. “And…ta be honest, I could really go fer a good piece a’ ass right about now.”

“OK, but,” I replied as I wiped the water from my face, “you need to be sure about this, AJ. This isn’t like buying a car; once you turn, there’s no going back—as far as we know, anyway.”

She nodded. “Yeah…I get it. Trust me, sugarcube; I been thinkin ‘bout this fer the past couple a’ weeks, and then just today when you were talkin ‘bout me bein able ta meet my great great grand nieces and nephews and all that, that kinda sealed the deal fer me.”

I stopped for a moment, rubbing my temple as I considered her reasoning. “Alright. As long as you’re sure about it.”

“Yeah, yeah absolutely, I am. Never been more sure a’ anythin before.” She paused briefly, then raised her hands somewhat defensively. “I mean…as long as you think Rarity and Fluttershy will be OK with it…I don’t wanna, ya know…”

“Oh, yeah…they’ll be fine.” I waved her off. “In fact, I have direct orders from them to turn anyone who wants it; no questions asked.”

“Heh! Well, that…actually doesn’t surprise me one bit,” she chuckled.

“So wait,” I said, closing my eyes and raising a finger. “This whole thing was just about you wanting to change? It’s got nothing to do with you being...into me, or anything like that?”

Applejack folded her arms under her breasts and shrugged, causing them to bulge upward—which I found quite distracting, I must say. “Well…I guess,” she said. “It’s not like ya ain’t a decent catch er nothin like that. I mean, yer a mighty handsome fella and…” —her eyes drifted down to my pulsing length— “that pecker…after havin a little bit a’ that, I could sure go fer some more, if ya catch mah meanin,” she confessed, biting her lip.

“Yeah, I…I hear ya,” I replied, rubbing the back of my neck. “Um, I was just asking because of earlier…you know, when you wouldn’t kiss me.”

Her eyes focused on mine again. “Aw, that? Nah.” She shook her head. “That’s just a dumb little tick a’ mine; ever since I was little, Granny always said the mouth was the dirtiest part a’ the body, so ever since then I’ve had a aversion ta mouth kissin.” She paused to have a short chuckle. “It’s nothin personal, sugarcube. Sorry if I offended ya.”

“Oh…no, it’s fine.” I shook my head. “I didn’t realise you had a thing…you know…like that.” I looked her naked body over once more and cleared my throat, deciding that it was time to move things forward if this truly was what she wanted. “OK so...are we doing this, or what?”

Applejack’s eyes widened. “Yeah, let’s uh…wait, do we gotta, like, shake hands first, er anythin like that?”

I snorted. “No.”

“Well, I dunno how this shit works!” she defended, shrugging.

“This is how it works,” I said, taking charge. “Turn around and lean on the wall,” I instructed as I placed my hand on her waist to guide her around.

“Ah, now we’re talkin!” She turned and slapped her hands against the wall, arching her back to stick her ass out, offering her tight, hot depths for me to make myself at home in. “We better get this fuckin show on the road er we’re gonna be late fer dinner!”

“Yeah yeah,“ I muttered as I approached her with one hand on her hip, the other guiding my erection between her cheeks, where I probed her swollen lips, spreading her moisture onto my length to re-lubricate it after the shower had rinsed it off during our discussion.

Once I was all slicked up and ready to enter, I placed the tip between her lips and lunged forward. Ramming her soft halves apart, I glided into her, feeling her intense heat and supple tightness envelope me as I pushed forward, stopping only when her ass mashed against my lap and every inch of me had disappeared inside her.

“Whuuuh!” she gasped, staggering forward slightly and letting her temple rest against the wall, her eyes wide with shock. “God dayum!” she grunted. This position allowed a much deeper penetration than before, and it was evident on Applejack’s face that having her body filled with such a hard, tremendous girth like this was overwhelming, but also breathtakingly wonderful.

“You OK up there?” I asked as I leaned back slightly, looking down between her cheeks at those swollen lips, wrapped around the base of my shaft after her warm flesh had gobbled up every last inch of it.

“How in the fuck does a little lady like Rarity take this thing!?” she panted, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Very carefully,” I replied, withdrawing from her about halfway and then pushing back into her again, slapping my hips against her ass, which created a wet slap as a layer of water splashed from between us.

“Aw fuck,” she moaned, letting her forehead rest against the tiles as I held her by the hips and began to thrust into her hot, tight flesh, serving up wave after wave of mutual pleasure for us to share, each stroke more exciting than the last. “Mmmmmm!” She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut, unable to believe that her body could contain such an object, but it did, and it liked it!

It had been a long time since the farm girl had a man inside her; over two years, in fact, and she had been desperate for it as of late, unbeknownst to everyone else in her life. But now she was finally having it, and if she was being honest with herself, it wasn’t quite meeting her expectations.

It was far surpassing them.

She absolutely loved it. Did it hurt a little? Perhaps, but the pleasure she was receiving made it well worth the tiny bit of discomfort. The depths reached inside her was almost unnerving, and the girth displaced her to a point where she thought it might tear her apart if it was any bigger, but she found herself quickly getting used to it, realising the truth: that this was exactly what the doctor ordered.

“Oh man,” she huffed as her knees began to buckle under the immense sensation, which had began a steady incline by then, carrying her straight into that first climax. “That’s gonna…ohh, that’s gonna do it, partner…keep that goin!”

I maintained a silent pace, plunging my entire length into her slowly clenching interior, feeling her body stiffening, her back arching as she prepared to receive that first explosion of euphoria from between her legs.

I held her hips tightly, using them to pull her into my thrusts, being careful to remember that I couldn’t be as rough as I wanted like I could with my girlfriends; one wrong move with a regular person could result in a broken bone or dislocated joint, so I had to keep that in mind. Although, to be fair, Applejack was hardly a normal person herself…

It wasn’t long before the first orgasm took her, and her flesh began its vigorous, pulsating dance across my entire length, racking her body with exhilarating waves of the most satisfying delight imaginable.

“Ahhhh, that’s it! Right there!” she cried, her voice higher and more shrill than I’d ever heard it, giving me the drive to continue drilling into her quivering flesh, relishing the thrilling effect I was having on her body.

That is, until I heard a hefty thump that shook the walls, followed by a sharp clattering at our feet that stopped me in my tracks. I leaned to the right, looking over her shoulder to see where the sound had originated.

To my shock and dismay, I found her fist buried partway into the tiles with a large web of cracks spread around it; some chips of ceramic had fallen out, with more looking like they would follow if jostled or poked at.

“Hey man, you’re fuckin up my tiles!” I chided, reaching over her shoulder in a futile attempt to push them back into place.

“Wha?” she panted, lifting her head to look at the wall. “Aw shit!” she gasped, pulling her fist free to pat the loose pieces down, which only resulted in more of them falling out. “Sorry ‘bout that, partner,” she said, turning to glance over her shoulder with a guilty face. “I guess I dunno my own strength sometimes.”

I let out a defeated sigh. “No, it’s fine,” I said, “just…try to rein it in, if you could.”

“Alright, I’ll…I’ll try,” she nodded, closing her eyes. “It’s just hard…ya know? That was…real nice just now, I-I could sure go fer another, if ya didn’t mind.”

“Oh I’m sure there’ll be more,” I replied. “This isn’t over until I…you know…inside you.”

Applejack turned to look at me again, her eyes wide.

Noticing her expression, I drew a breath to speak. “Are you OK with that? That’s kind of how this whole ‘becoming immortal’ thing works, you know.”

She licked her bottom lip and nodded. “Uh, yeah I kinda figured that. It’s just…the reality of it kinda hit me just now there: yer...I mean, yer about ta fuck me until ya get off...inside me,” —she paused to snicker a little— “it’s just…kinda crazy is all. We...ain’t like that, ya know?”

I nodded. “I know. Don’t worry, it’ll be fun; I promise.”

Applejack took a deep breath and gazed at me, removing her hand from the wall to place it on mine, which was still on her hip. “Let’s do it. I’m all yers, partner.”

Warm water continued to spatter over our bare skin while we stared at each other for another moment, looking into each other’s eyes, watching the desire overtake our minds. Finally, she turned away again, whipping her wet, golden hair over her shoulder as she leaned on the tile with both hands.

She was obviously ready for more and I wasn’t about to keep her waiting, so I adjusted my grip on her hips and backed partway out of her hot, slick flesh to resume thrusting.

Applejack, to my delight, turned out to be quite a delicious treat; I had always wondered what she would have been like to have sex with, and I never could shake the idea of it being almost like sleeping with a man, given her build and how she dressed and spoke.

She was nothing like that, however; her body was actually quite lovely, albeit powerful looking. From behind, her waist was fairly small and her hips were nicely curved, with breasts that were modestly sized, but still quite beautiful; her shoulders were muscular and rippling, as were her arms, but somehow it complimented nicely with her figure, giving her an arresting and unique beauty all her own.

It didn’t take me long to find her next peak; her interior gave away its approach by gripping me tighter and tighter each time my rigid appendage glided through that warm, slick canal. On the cusp of explosion, her back stiffened and she pushed backwards to receive every millimetre she could when her flesh began to tingle and quiver a second time, slamming her body and mind with a massive tidal wave of ecstasy.

Applejack squeezed her eyes shut, barely able to endure the intensity as her nethers pulsed and squeezed happily around that solid occupant. Overwhelmed, she let out a loud howl and searched around with her hands, looking for something to hold onto so she could brace herself against the wonderful onslaught.

Her right hand eventually found a grip on the faucet handle, and she held tightly and waited for the orgasm to pass, wondering how many more she would receive before she was finally filled with my thick, hot gift.

TING!

In the midst of euphoria, Applejack hadn’t realised how tightly she’d been holding onto the tap, or how hard she was pulling on it. Unfortunately, it had finally reached its breaking point and snapped off in her hand, exposing the plumbing beneath and blasting her with a massive stream of water.

Icy, chilly water.

“HOOOOO-WEE, THAT’S FUCKIN COLD!” she hollered, putting her hands out to block the freezing spray. It was no use; there was far too much of it and her body reacted in the only way it knew how: to get away from it.

“No no, wait! AJ, STOP!” I shouted as her back slammed into mine, shoving me backwards. I wasn’t prepared for this, and she was far too strong for even me to stop her, so I was helplessly driven back though the shower glass with a loud smash.

Large, curved shards of glass flew everywhere, surrounding me and Applejack as we fell out of the shower onto the floor together.

I landed on my back on a pile of jagged glass and she fell on top of me, still squealing and squirming as the cold water continued to spray across the room, hitting her directly and then pouring down onto me. Concerned for her safety, I caught Applejack by the hips and held her above me to keep her from cutting herself, but the cold water continued to soak her, causing her to squirm and shake as she tried to block the spray with her hands and feet.

“Hold still!” I shouted, “I don’t wanna drop you; there’s glass everywhere!”

“Get me outta this fuckin water!” she screamed, holding her hands out in a vain attempt to protect herself.

“Fuck,” I muttered, looking to the left to see the tattered, old couch on the far side of the room. Placing one hand on the small of her back, I rolled to the right to wind my arm up and then tossed her across the room.

“Whooaa!” She landed on the couch on her backside, bouncing once before coming to rest.

I quickly stood and trudged through the shattered glass and into the shower, pushing against the dousing jet of cold water until I reached the broken tap. Closing my thumb and forefinger around the end of the pipe, I gave it a firm pinch and a twist to stop the discharge, reducing the flow to a slow dribble.

After completing the makeshift repair, I sighed, shook my head and stepped out of the stall to survey the room; there was glass all over the floor, water everywhere, destroyed plumbing, and a large crater in the tiles.

Applejack was turning into an expensive fuck.

“I-I’m sorry ‘bout all this, sugarcube,” she said quietly from behind me.

I turned to face her. She was sitting upright on the couch now, looking quite sheepish. Those big, green eyes stared at me from under a layer of wet hair that was stuck to her face; her skin was riddled with goosebumps and her nipples were hard, aching, and throbbing after being awakened by the frigid water. Her right arm was bathed in red from about half way to her elbow and-

I gasped when I noticed the cut. “Shit! AJ, you’re bleeding!” I shouted, pointing at her arm.

“Huh?” she replied, looking down at the wound. “Whoa, I didn’t even see that!” She started to get up, prompting me to raise both hands to dissuade her from moving.

“Wait, don’t move! Just stay there; there’s glass all over the place.” I started towards the cabinet to retrieve a clean T-shirt and then I tied it around her arm like a bandage.

She had stood up by then, ignoring my instructions. I let it slide since her adrenaline was high; given what had just happened, it was understandable that she wouldn’t have been thinking coherently.

Once I had the shirt tied around her arm and cinched up tight, I shook my head, sighing. “Sorry about this, AJ,” I said, patting her good shoulder. “I don’t have a proper first aid kit here…for obvious reasons. We should get over to Flutters’ though, so we can fix your arm up a little better than this.”

“Huh?” she said sharply, sneering. “What the hell for?”

Surprised, I raised my eyebrows at her defiance. “You…cut yourself; like, pretty badly. Besides, aren’t you cold?”

“Well...maybe a little,” she shrugged, her breasts bouncing in response. She turned and gestured to the couch beside us. “I was just thinkin…I dunno, we could get down on this here couch and finish this thing; then this cut’ll just disappear after I turn, right?”

She had a point, though I didn’t catch onto it right away. I was too busy being shocked that she wanted to continue having sex after such a catastrophe, but apparently her body still craved more attention.

Regrettably, this little fact had momentarily slipped under my radar, and I continued to plead with her to look after the injury. “OK, seriously...like, doesn’t that hurt?” I asked, gesturing to her arm as a fresh drop of blood ran out from under the makeshift bandage. “I mean, look at it, AJ, you’re bleeding pretty bad there.”

Applejack’s patience was all but gone by then. Her womanhood throbbed with desire, despite the pain in her arm and the slight shiver that ran through her powerful frame, and she resolved right then and there to take matters into her own hands, grabbing me by the shoulders and lifting me off the floor. “YER GONNA BE THE ONE BLEEDIN IF WE DON’T FINISH THIS, NOW SIT DOWN!” she growled, shaking me violently before throwing me onto the couch.

I landed on the center cushion with a bounce, but before I was able to get my bearings again, Applejack had jumped onto my lap, straddling my thighs with hers as she grabbed my wrists and pinned them down across the back of the couch, stretching them out at arm’s length.

Instinctively, I fought against her grip to raise my arms, but I was met with a bizarre and unfamiliar feeling:

I couldn’t move.

Applejack was holding me down, and I couldn’t get free.

“Well THIS is new…” I thought, looking at one imprisoned arm and then the other, just as her voice sounded from right in front of me.

“HA! I gotcha now, ya pot-licker!” she taunted. “Where ya gonna go, huh?”

”Oh shit…” I looked straight ahead to see her face only inches above mine, staring deviously into my soul. “AJ-“

“Quiet down! If you ain’t gonna finish this, then I am!”

“Oh dear god…” I whispered, dropping my eyes to her breasts, which were perched just in front of me, her erect nipples pointing directly at my face like they were laughing at me for being held down by a mere mortal.

She had begun to wiggle her hips around by then, searching for the tip of my erection with her hot, soaked crease, eager to swallow it up into her tight depths once again.

I watched intently as she brought herself forward and caught the head of my length between her folds, spreading her warmth and moisture onto it, readying it for re-entry.

Could I have gotten free from her grip? Most likely, but the strength involved to overpower her —IF I could overpower her— would likely have destroyed the couch, which I preferred to avoid, given the amount of damage caused already. Besides, I had a job to do. This time, however, I had little choice but to sit back and give up control of the situation, accepting the fact that I was simply along for the ride.

Feeling helpless, I swallowed and watched her hips come forward, brushing that golden bush against my abdomen as I felt the tip of my erection being forced between her slick, tender folds. Once she had me where she wanted me, Applejack slid her knees outward, letting her body descend; a deep moan of appreciation vibrated from her throat when her tight warmth slid down my shaft until our bodies met, her soft, moist interior giving every inch of me a firm, welcoming squeeze.

Her strong thighs covered my hips, soaking them in more warmth than expected after the broken tap incident, accompanied by a soft exhale against my forehead, prompting me to look up into the face of my captor. My eyes met hers; shimmering, green and ravenous, creating a wave of goosebumps that dotted my skin when the reality of what she was intending to do to me set in.

With an evil smirk, the blonde rocked her hips forward and forced herself down, grinding her buzzing clit against my body as her taut flesh stroked my length, igniting a sparkle of warm sensation that filled me with euphoria. Unable to do anything but sit there and take it, I let my eyes drift shut while I relished the warm, velvety massage.

I wasn’t the only one enjoying myself, either; Applejack had quickened the pace of her breathing as well as her thrusts, moaning joyously as she had her way with me, using me as a toy to get herself off with. Her excitement was getting the better of her, much to the couch’s dismay, evident by its creaking and grumbling under the weight of the blonde girl’s riding.

Her own talents served her the next orgasm in short order, eliciting a loud howl from her throat that was accompanied by a row of sharp and aggressive clenches, squeezing my erection with firm appreciation as her body stiffened and twisted slightly to one side.

Keeping my eyes closed, I felt the grip she had on my wrists increase a hundred fold, making me glad that I was who I was—otherwise I’d be heading to the emergency room with two pulverized wrists once our session was finished. This wasn’t all I felt though: a soft breast had found itself pressed against my cheek once her climax had died down and she’d decided to take a short break, letting me feel her thighs quaking around my hips, along with her twitching sex and racing heart, which I could feel through her breast, poking my cheek with its stiff nipple.

I opened my eyes to find her chest filling my field of vision. Looking to one side, I gave a ‘test’ pull with my arm to see if her grip was still fast. She didn’t budge. I was only mildly disappointed by this; not so much because I wanted to escape, but because I would have enjoyed holding onto her hips, ass, breasts, or her waist. Part of what I enjoyed about being with a woman wasn’t just being inside her, it was exploring her body with my hands; learning her shapes, her details, where she was most sensitive…but this was Applejack’s show now, so really, I had no choice but to sit there and let her do her thing.

It wasn’t long before her hips started their dance again, slowly at first, like a steam engine building momentum, stroking me with her heavenly tightness, her dripping heat, drawing forth the inevitable rise in pressure that would eventually culminate in an overload of pleasure and a messy explosion of thick, white reward.

Trapped there on my own couch, all I could do now was submit to this powerful creature that ravaged me like a slave; the energy and want that she displayed was hypnotic, and her body was nothing less than breathtaking: stroking, squeezing and pleasuring me relentlessly, intending to milk me of every drop of seed I had to offer.

For the first time in ages, I was helpless. Applejack was well aware of this and it excited her; she knew exactly what she wanted from me, and she was going to take it from me whether I liked it or not. Obviously, I wasn’t going to complain about the situation, but being held captive by someone who is using their body to exploit mine for pleasure —and in this case, power— was slightly unnerving, especially in my case: given the fact that I hadn’t faced a real physical challenge for centuries, I was accustomed to not having to answer to anyone.

As I ruminated on this, I could sense the pressure boiling over in my loins, stiffening my length even further in preparation for release.

“Ohhh…” Applejack moaned softly when she felt the steady swelling inside her. “Yer gettin there, eh sugarcube?” she taunted, intensifying her oscillations further yet, the anticipation of bringing me over the edge pushing her excitement to its maximum.

“Yeah,” I grunted, trying to hold my breath as each stroke drove me closer. “This is it, AJ; there’s no turning back once you do this. You’re sure this is what you want?”

She slowed her pace suddenly, giving me a short respite. A look of indecision crossed her face as she took one last moment to consider what she was about to do. Then her eyes focused on me and she shook her head, nipping her bottom lip as a combination of ecstasy and desire took control of her. “Yeah…this is what I want,” she panted, returning her hips to full throttle, causing the couch to creak noisily. “Go fer it, partner; dump ‘er in.”

I exhaled loudly, after which I bit my lip and held my breath, knowing it was only seconds away.

Eyes closed, I let my head fall back as Applejack held me in place and ruthlessly ground her golden mound against me, delivering the final strokes to coax the orgasm from my length. Wrapped in the firm embrace of her moist flesh, the sensation rang out from my swollen head as I began to throb violently, injecting my latest batch of hot seed deep into her core.

Applejack gasped deeply, thrilled by the sudden volume of heat that permeated her interior. She looked down at me with satisfied eyes and a victorious chortle while maintaining a modest pace with her hips, making sure to draw every bit from me that she could, right down to the final spurt.

Once she was satisfied that I had no more to give, Applejack finally let herself come to rest, perfectly content to remain impaled on me as I continued to jerk randomly within her cum-soaked depths. Finally releasing her grip on my wrists, she slid her hands up to my shoulders and let her cheek come to rest on my head.

She drew a deep breath, then let it out slowly with a long, soft: “hooooooo…”

Tentatively, I brought my arms inward to rest my hands on her hips, feeling her wet skin beneath my palms. My thoughts raced to some of my previous sessions with Sunset; how I’d held her down and jack-hammered her womanhood into a pulsing oblivion, fully aware of how I’d just become the recipient of that very same treatment.

”So THAT’S what that feels like…” I sighed, starting to realise why the red-head enjoyed it so much. Although slightly demoralizing, it certainly wasn’t without its appeal; the idea of being held in place and having an orgasm forced upon me was actually quite exciting and rare, considering Applejack was most likely the only individual on the planet with the ability to do it.

After a quiet moment, The farm girl pressed herself against me and hugged my head, nuzzling my face between her breasts. “That...sure was nice,” she said quietly, combing her fingertips through the hair on the back of my head.

“M-m?”

“Huh?” She released me just enough to let my speech escape her cleavage.

“That was good, but...I thought you were worried about being late for dinner; as much as I hate to ruin a nice moment, shouldn’t we…I don’t know, get going soon?”

“Ah…yeah, I s’pose we should,” she replied. “But not just yet. It’s been a long time since I done this, and I don’t know when I’ll be doin it again, so…if ya don’t mind, I’d kinda like ta stay right here fer a bit.”

I sighed, content with her decision. “OK.”

“B’sides...I kinda like it when ya twitch.”

Just after she said it, my erection jumped as if responding to her.

“Heh!” she chuckled, her breasts bouncing against my face. “Yeah, just like that.”

I chuckled in reply. “Well, I…I’m not actually controlling that,” I replied, wrapping my arms around the small of her back to pull her abdomen against mine.