March 3rd

It felt like a dream. Which meant that it probably was. Too much movement, not enough pain for the contortions she was putting her body through. Or any pain, which was almost always the best indicator.

Applejack stirs, a light throbbing in her head. Her dreams are so hard to hang on to, always quickly dissipating into a haze. Why did her head keep pulsing, then? Stress induced headache?

She chuckles to herself, laying in bed. Probably not. One of Doug's arms is wrapped around her barrel, tucked under one of her forelegs, his hand idly resting against the sheets. His other arm is trapped under her neck, her head resting against his bicep. Something of his is poking her in the dock, probing in the darkness, a rhythmic pulsing that matches his heartbeat. His chest is pressed against her back, one of their favorite positions to fall asleep in, both laying on their sides, exhausted after a long day of working and, if she was feeling up for it, a brief lovemaking session, though nothing had happened last night.

His soft breathing and lack of arm movements preclude any purposeful intentions on his part. It has happened before, of course. Doug explained, in that matter-of-course manner that he has, that it is a common occurrence for humans, a natural reflex to keep the blood flowing correctly. Most mornings, Applejack does not particularly care for it; if she had been feeling up for anything then he would have worn her out that night. Most mornings she doesn't feel like going at it again, or at all, preferring instead to get an early start on chores and breakfast; keeping clean instead of getting dirty. And when his morning wood presents itself, he almost always feels like going at it again, and she has both a hard time saying no, and a harder time saying yes.

Today, though, feels different. Maybe because it has been more than a day between their sessions, maybe because she feels like being spontaneous. Or, maybe, it has to do with those dreams she had, that felt like she was riding in a wagon, traveling over a bumpy road, Doug trapped underneath and inside her as she felt every rock and turn as she pounded away. Her mind is slowly turning that desire up, to actualize it, to have Doug pound away at her until that sweet release comes.

Applejack softly groans to herself; yup, definitely a heat dream. She sighs; her normal prescription for this situation is a cold splash of water, a more curt 'mornin' to Big Mac than normal, and a long day of bucking apples. She turns a little, looking at Doug, his mouth slightly open as he quietly breathes in and out. Hopefully he isn't too disappointed in the lack of sex for the next two weeks. Her head and back push against him as she snuggles into his arms again; it would be tough on the whole family if she got pregnant, at this point. She wouldn't be able to collect as many apples, or plant as much for the next year, and then next year she would have a foal she would need to spend a lot of time with. Well, Doug could take their foal between feedings, but she would still need to meet up with him whenever their foal got hungry. She smiles to herself; their foal.

A hand slowly shifts against the sheets, the arm above her flexing, bringing one hand up against her barrel. Applejack coos softly as he starts rubbing, the hand slowly drifting lower and scratching the soft hair of her belly. She turns, a smile coming over her face as she sees a smile on his. Eyes are still closed, but there is a purpose behind his movements, becoming crystal clear as his hand finds one of her teats, the pressure slowly building as he squeezes, starting off gently and gradually increasing. Her desire builds as he continues, only leveling off when he swaps to the other side, then growing more and more and becoming difficult to ignore. Much like the member behind her.

Applejack turns her body, her four legs resting underneath her while Doug keeps both arms wrapped around her neck and flank. A brief look of disappointment on his face as he goes for a kiss, trying to reach her ears, a welcome spot that nearly always gets her in the mood. But, alas, "Ah'm sorry, Doug," she whispers, moving her mouth to his to share a brief kiss, "Not today."

"Aww," he says, an exaggerated pout on his face, "You sure? We didn't do anything yesterday, either."

Applejack nods, keeping her face neutral, "Well, Ah think my heat started. And, much as Ah love you, and Ah do, Ah really do, Ah don't want to have a foal, not this year. Not with the farm how it is."

"Oh." His hand finds the spot again, her resolve tested as he scratches, the flaring of her desire as she moves her head close to him, to share in a few more light kisses. "Well, if that's what you want." His other hand moves around her, prompting her to climb on top of him, his second favorite position.

Applejack rolls her eyes as she complies, "You know nothing's gonna happen, right?" Though her body is starting to have other ideas, her hips slowly shifting against his, trying to let her stallion know that she is ready and waiting for him, no matter what her mouth might be saying.

Doug nods, "I know. I just like having you rest on top of me while we do this." Oh, and she likes it too, loves it, and she moves down to share a brief kiss before pulling away, looking to the side.

"And Ah hate to cut this short, but Ah'm not risking you convincing me against my better judgement." Applejack moans as both of his hands start rubbing against her mane and neck, muttering, "This must have been what Rainbow was talking about." She breathes heavily, her head resting against his neck as her forelegs drop down, trying to keep her body from crushing him.

His hands slow down a fraction, "So, you think it's possible? That we could have... a foal together?"

"Ah sure hope it is, Sugarcube. Isn't that something you want?" Applejack moves her head up, kissing the side of his neck as his hands rest on her flanks.

"It is, it really is, but... how do I say this... is it possible?"

Applejack raises an eyebrow, trying to find his eyes beyond his chin, "What do you mean?"

Doug lifts a hand, "Well, it's not a question of whether I want it or not, because I really, really do. And I'm comfortable waiting, if that is what you want. But... can I get you pregnant?"

"Um..." Applejack stammers, trying to remember what she had learned or heard about this topic. "Ah'm not exactly sure. Ah think Ah've heard of ponies and donkeys having foals, and maybe a pony and a griffon? But Ah don't know any myself. Why?"

Doug's voice falls as he says, "Well, back where I came from, it would be impossible for me to get you pregnant. Different species. I thought you knew that." His hand reaches up, caressing her ear, moving down to her cheek, slowly rubbing, pausing at her shudder. "Maybe magic changes things, but this?"

"Oh." A tear comes to Applejack's eye, the thought of never having a foal with Doug, of having to find another stallion to sire with just for Doug to raise the foals, knowing they aren't his own. No; she wouldn't put him through that, not if they don't have to. "Ah'm sure there's a solution for us, Doug. Maybe a potion, or a spell, or something that will let us raise a family, to start a herd together."

His face brightens, both hands starting again, one slowly tracing a line around her eye, back up to her ear while the other runs down her side, her flank, gripping her hind leg. Their lips meet again, a long, slow kiss that ends as Applejack's smile curls to a smirk.

"So, you don't think you can get me pregnant, huh?"

Doug nods, curious as to the reason for her smirk.

"Well, you know, sex during heat is supposed to be the best a mare can get."

Doug's lips turn to a smirk of their own, "Oh, really." His arms try to lift her, pushing up against her barrel. She eagerly complies, moving to his favorite position, rolling onto her back as Doug rolls with her, one of his arms pressed next to her, lifting his chest up while his legs and hips spread her wide, completely exposed if not for his body being in the way. His other hand moves down, a brief squeeze on each teat.

Applejack gasps, more for his pleasure, letting him know she is ready, eager for him, her entrance winking in anticipation; his hand moves down, spreading the hair around her marehood, exposing her entrance for him to enter. Half of him disappears on the first thrust, the rest on the second, and he leaves her no time to adjust as he begins. "Mm," he whispers in her ear, "This feels so good," as he rests his weight on his elbows, his hands moving to her ears and mane as she kisses his neck.

Applejack can barely respond, the waves of pleasure starting almost immediately as he continues, deep thrusts that barely pull half of him out before slamming back in. She groans as what should have been the first of her orgasms, instead replaced with an increased burning, her body clamping down as best it can but denying her the full pleasure. She shudders as he barely slows down, almost immediately returning to his normal rhythm. Applejack pushes her head into his chin, trying to find his lips as he moves back and forth. Despite her being nearly double his mass this position gives her nearly no control, allowing him to dictate the pace, and she eagerly surrenders her body to his will. She tries to lose herself in the moment, the burning of her heat continuing to push her, to gasp again as the muscles of her marehood tighten.

She smiles as she regains her composure, her lips find his; his endurance has gotten much better over their month of lovemaking, the work on the farm, the runs with Rainbow, and the generous meals, all quickly filling out his thin frame. 'Mm,' she thinks to herself as she feels herself starting to clench again, 'Rainbow; she would absolutely love this.'

"Oh, keep going, almost there," she grunts as she feels him slowing down, his pace picking back up and his breathing getting forced. "Oh, sweet Celestia yes," she groans as she feels her third orgasm hit her, complete this time, perfectly timed with his release. Her mind blanks out as she feels him, two, three, four spurts deep within her, a brief pause before a fifth spurt, and she can feel him shrinking inside her.

She looks over, watching him recover, a blank look on his face before his eyes find hers, his mouth coming close, kissing with a whispered, "I love you," inside her mouth.

She whispers back, "I love you, too" before relaxing against the sheets, sighing as he withdraws from her. She can feel a little leaking out; she adjusts her body, trying to have gravity help keep as much of him inside her as possible. Her heat, that intense pressure replaced with a contented relief, that this is perfect, that no matter what the future holds, everything will work out, no matter when foals decide to happen.