“Shhh,” Applejack replies in a soft voice, “Ah'm helping warm up the bed. Just like you asked.” She closes her eyes before moving down, kissing him full on the lips. Doug feels his trepidation dissipate as the mare slowly moves a hoof down his body, closing his eyes and kissing back.

Her hoof slowly caresses his chest, winding its way down the sparse black hair. The bony bump of each rib, ending earlier than she would have expected as she gets to the muscle of his belly. Her other foreleg is supporting her weight above him, her hips slowly grind against his, her back legs splayed wide. Her hoof finds the thicker patch of hair, just above his crotch, and she lingers a moment before moving to the side, again finding his ribs as she makes her way back up his body.

His left hand slowly creeps along her shoulder, gradually pushing harder and harder into the tight muscles. His right hand moves to the back of her head, twisting fingers through her slightly damp mane as he pushes her mouth against his. Her sharp exhale as he finally finds a sensitive spot, opening his mouth to relish the outburst of hot breath against his own. His hand slowly caressing her mane as he opens his mouth wider, inviting her with a short lick against her lips.

She greedily accepts, her head nearly escaping his hand as she lunges forward, her tongue pushing into his mouth, quickly finding its mate and running over, under, and around, trying to corral the retreating muscle. His scent is even stronger, spurring her to delve deeper as her tongue shifts back and forth.

She stops as his hand presses against her barrel, her green eyes opening, a bit of confusion on her face. His mouth scrunches up in discomfort, the hand at her side moving to wipe the liquid from his face and mouth, depositing it on the sheets. She frowns at his expression, tentatively asking, "So... how was it?"

"Wet," comes the hasty reply, a wink that fails to lighten her expression. "Tasted good, a hint of apples. Maybe a little too much tongue, though; where did you learn to kiss like that?"

Applejack tucks her head slightly into her body, looking away with a touch of red on her face, "Um, Ah didn't, not really, Ah've never... done this before. Ah'm s-"

"Shh," he says, a finger to her lips, "Hey, none of that; I've never done this with a pony, and certainly never gone as far as we're going to go."

"Ya... ya sure?"

"Of course," he says quietly, another light kiss against Applejack's muzzle, "But we can take as long as we need to get there."

"Ah... Ah can do that," she says, her bright green eyes sparkling as she goes for another kiss. Slower this time, her tongue cautiously scouting forward. Meeting his own, the guardian of his mouth that slowly leads her in, withdrawing while maintaining a close touch. She eager follows, but at his pace, the bottom of her tongue grazing the incisors. Thinner than hers, perhaps a tad sharper, until she gets to the canines, a sharp spire that her tongue lingers over, pressing up against again and again. A touch from his tongue brings a smile to her face as she continues, finding sharper molars than she has, but not any worse than she expected.

A quick trip along the top reveals a near mirror image of the bottom teeth, her tongue lingering on his for several seconds before it withdraws, Applejack smacking her lips a few times. Doug smiles up at her, his hand finding that sweet spot behind her ear as he asks, "That was much better; how was it for you?"

"Mm," Applejack says, winking at him, "Ah could go for another taste." She leans forward, pushing her lips against his but keeping her mouth closed as she kisses his lower lip, then his chin. Doug lifts his head as she continues under his jaw, finding the bump of cartilage in his neck. He lets out a low groan, one of his hands slipping from her side to her flanks, fingers digging into the thick muscles. She can feel his penis expand, pushing between her teats as it tries to navigate the hair of her belly.

"Oh, God, I want you so badly," he moans, his hips pushing up against hers. His hand slips from her flanks, trailing down her leg to find her teat. His hand brushes aside the hair as he grasps her, completely covering the thin layer of fat, his thumb finding the nipple and gently swirling around. She groans, more out of anticipation than pleasure, as her head moves down, kissing first the bone between his shoulder and head before moving down further, finding his own teat. He giggles as she lightly suckles, his hand stopping its motion while he lightly squirms.

Applejack smiles, moving to the other side and starting to suckle again. She stops as he flinches away, a hint of pain in his face. "Ah'm sorry, did that hurt you?" she asks before trying to remove one of his nipple hairs from her mouth.

"Um, it's more ticklish, and my nipples don't really do anything... sensual for me, not when you suck on them. They're pretty sensitive, not in a good way, and I'm more afraid you'll hurt me by accident."

"Alright, Sugarcube, Ah can avoid that. Ah should let you know, you holding onto my teats don't do much for me, either."

"Huh." Doug looks down, rubbing his thumb along her erect nipple, "Really? I'm finding it extremely pleasurable." He lightly squeezes her, Applejack looking down her barrel to watch him play with her as his grip tightens.

"Well, it don't hurt or nothing, so if you really like it you can keep on doing it."

"Mm, I love you, Applejack."

"Ah love you, too, Doug."

His hand moves to her opposite ear, "Just be sure to tell me when I find something you do like." He lightly scratches her; Applejack's breath catches, her head moving away from his chest. "Mm, just like that." Applejack moans as he presses harder, his thumb digging into her ear as his fingers wind through her mane, scratching the roots. She briefly pushes her head up, finding his lips with hers as her front legs collapse forward, a rush of air from both of them as her body weight settles on his chest and her elbows.

Doug's other hand moves up, finding her right ear and mirroring the left, both hands digging in to her mane. His hand bumps her Stetson as they kiss, the hat toppling off, the side bonking Doug between the eyes before falling to the side. Neither of them pause as they continue, Applejack's hooves kneading into Doug's arms and shoulders as his hands move down her mane, fingernails digging into her coat as she moans again, feeling a heat deep in her nethers.

"Ah'm ready," she pants, a quick breath before her kissing resumes.

Doug does not need to be told twice, a hand moving down her side, fingers playfully twisting the hair as they pass by. Applejack quivers as his hand reaches her flanks, her backside, her outer lips. His fingers dance on the outside, tracing a quick line around her as his other hand finds his own member, giving it an unnecessary shake. She can feel it drag along her belly before lining up, his head pressing against her inner walls.

'This is it', Applejack tells herself. 'After this, there is no turning back. Ah'm stuck with him, for better or for worse.'

Her lips meet his again, a slow nod against his mouth as she feels the pressure behind her increase. She gently lets her back legs relax, trying to lower herself on to him but the angle is wrong, he is too far back. Until he shifts underneath her, his hands going to her flanks. They grip into her as she feels his hips buck, driving his head into her, a gasp from him as he repeats the maneuver, another third of him disappearing into her. She lets out a low groan as he thrusts one more time; he is hilted inside her, comfortably resting as his hands find their way to her head, forcing their lips together.

Applejack had lost her hymen years ago, the stresses of apple bucking and other farm work making short work of the thin film. He didn't feel as large as she imagined a stallion would feel, and had never experimented with toys like her friend Rarity had. It isn't like she hasn't fooled around with herself and a picture of a pear or, heavens to Betsy, a pineapple - just the one time, of course. But this doesn't feel like the book Rarity had lent her. There is no painful throbbing of him trying to rend her apart, no crushing force against her cervix. Just him, laying underneath her as if he belongs there. And he does.

Applejack grins against his lips as he starts thrusting; the position is a touch kinky, but for their first time he is doing remarkably well. So what that they didn't start in the standard position; no need to fix what isn't broken. She lets out a long moan as a wayward thrust slides against her clitoris, her muscles tensing, trying to increase the pressure, to get the stallion to do what Faust intended. Doug groans, his eyes closed and arms tightening around her back, pulling her in close as he speeds up, the increased thrusting driving away the euphoric haze of her orgasm. She tenses, her body fervently awaiting a second as his breath becomes ragged, his thrusts slightly less controlled, a final, nearly silent groan from the human before he breathes a sigh of relief.

Applejack's second orgasm hits her as she feels him erupt inside her, her muscles doing their best to contract, to keep his seed inside her for as long as possible. Maybe one day, Celestia willing, those seeds would do their duty inside her, to give her the family that is so important to the Apples. But, even if it takes years of effort, she would stick by him.

"I love you, Applejack," comes the dazed voice, his arms slowly falling from her sides.

"I love you too, Doug," she easily replies, nuzzling into his neck as she watches him quickly fall asleep, his seed safely trapped inside her.