Doug lets out a panged grunt as he goes hard instantly, throbbing uncomfortably, yet the receptive mare straddling him merely suckles his finger. Instead of somewhere else. He slowly guides his enveloped hand, and her head, to his lips. But instead of kissing his mare he takes an exaggeratedly large bite from his barely-held pear, noisily chewing while an apple-eating grin spreads across his face.

Unsurprisingly, this draws both a disappointed growl and a redoubled effort from Applejack.

Her mouth noisily slurps as she pulls his thumb in, past the knuckle, and she’d probably have taken his whole hand if his fingers cooperated. But they leave the pear in his teeth to wrap around her muzzle, light scratching drawing a contented moan even as it spurs her onwards. Her tongue draws out, getting to the base of his wrist and tickling the thin hairs. She revels in his frustrated groan, rhythmically pushing her body against his. She can hear his breath quickening: short gasps as she takes him all the way in her mouth and hot exhales against her muzzle as she slides away.

Until his free hand gathers the apple and drags her along with him as he falls backwards. She giddily follows, letting his hand slip out of her mouth, and eagerly rests on top of him as they lay against the cool grass. She can feel his stallionhood trapped between them, pulsing with the rapid beat of his heart, pressing between her teats and begging for more. And sweet Celestia do Ah want more. Yet when she pushes her legs up and lifts a hoof to help guide him inside a slight shake of his head gets her to stop.

“I’m afraid you haven’t finished your lunch yet,” Doug explains with a wry smile, holding up the uneaten apple and taking a single bite. Sweet, though not as much as the pear, but with a sharp tang. They’re both really good; what do you get when you put them together?

Applejack merely stretches her neck, her single bite leaving half for him. But she doesn’t chew her meal. Instead her tongue sticks out, precariously displaying the apple, and swallows it whole. She misses savoring the taste, the apples her sire planted some of her favorites, but it’s worth it to see the look on Doug’s face. Ah can’t believe he’s jealous of that apple; never knew my mouth could be so captivating! Her cavernous maw hangs open, eagerly awaiting whatever Doug chooses to put inside.

I shouldn’t be this in awe of her ability to scarf down food, but good Lord do I want to fill her up. Doug gulps, especially as his mare patiently waits, driblets of drool dripping off her tongue and onto his bare chest. He can practically see his cock sliding all the way inside, until her tongue tickles his balls. All while she stares up at him, that beautiful muzzle of hers trying to smile while she takes him in over and over again. And then watch her swallow, and she wouldn’t let a single drop leak out.

Except she’s still on top of him, and he’s got half a pear and half an apple to dispose of.

The apple goes to his own mouth, oversized bites chomping through the core. He’s determined to finish the apple before Applejack polishes off the pear he’s holding up for her; at least she has the hard core to work around. She takes tentative bites around his fingers, slowly acclimating herself to the forbidden taste. She takes the final bite at the same time Doug takes his, leaving a small brown twig.

Granny’ll know for sure what Ah did. But it was worth it!

“That was good,” Applejack salaciously moans, the remains tossed to the sides, as her head drops down. Her muzzle meets his lips before a spear of yellow pushes out from her mouth. His eyes briefly widen in surprise as she shares the succulent flesh, quickly turning to an eager grin as he pushes a piece of apple onto her waiting tongue. She laps it up, the two swallowing together, exchanging another soft kiss before she licks the juice caught on the bristly hairs of his face.

His hands don’t stay idle, one slipping inside the base of her thick mane and forcing itself as far as he can. Fingers dig against her coat, holding her in place, as his other hand travels down her barrel. He gets to her dock, luxuriating in the heat radiating from her backside. It’s even hotter than Rainbow Dash, and he desperately wants to slip inside. He starts on her flank, working his way along the tense muscles, the tiny pushes and shoves amplified by the mare more than willing to slide her body along his. But rather than push to her backside he meanders through the soft hair of her belly, pausing only as he gets to the slightly raised mounds. He teases first one teat, then the other, then slips his hand out of her mane to gently squeeze both in time with the pulses of his heart.

Applejack’s agonized groan gets him to slow; though not for long, soon cupping and teasing with palm and fingernails. Her hot, expectant exhales turn to frustrated pants, her heat asserting itself and reminding her that it is not a foal feeding from her, just like there isn’t one yet growing inside her, and if she doesn’t immediately fix that then life itself might come to an end! She forces a smile, a hoof bending to stroke the side of his head as lovingly as she can manage. “Mm,” she starts carefully, glancing down her body to the hands embracing her. “Ah can tell you like those.”

“Well,” Doug says, one hand releasing her while the other redoubles its efforts with hard squeezes and playful tugs. His newly freed hand brushes a bit of the blond bangs out of the way of Applejack’s green eyes. “I’ve always been a sucker for a pretty face.” She can't help but grin, especially as he reaches a little further back, tossing her thick mane from one side to the other and enjoying the heavy thwacks it makes against her sides. “And a ponytail. Love that, too.” His head raises up, a quick kiss that nearly sets Applejack to smothering him. “But I’ve always been more of a boob guy.” His hand lets go of her teat, gently caressing along the outer edges. “Seeing that gentle curve, the soft swell of a breast casually concealed under a t-shirt.” He guides her head to his lips, low rumbles escaping his throat as she eagerly meets him, passionate kisses soon turning to a battle for who can kiss the longest and hardest.

Despite coming out ahead, and leaving his stubble stained with more slobber than the pear ever could, Applejack still feels her frustrations grow. Her needful moans, that blaze in her belly that threatens to consume everything into a raging inferno. Every caress, every stroke of his hand or his lips or his dick against her belly only feeds that fire inside her.

“Doug,” she whispers as her forelegs embrace his neck, her long muzzle dropping below his chin so she can stare into his beautiful blue eyes, “Ah need you.” She flicks her muzzle up, a short stroke to his chin, like she’s stroking his cock and lining it with her marehood.

“You have me,” he replies, yet all he does is hold her close. Loving strokes caress her mane, her flank, though he’s careful not to go too close to the spot they both desperately desire.

Applejack growls, though it’s low and soft. “Ah want you inside me,” she tries again, her chest swelling against his as she takes a deep breath. She can feel his hard member pressing against her belly and the wet spots that it leaves behind. Her marehood winks, a quite unnecessary reminder that he ain’t inside her just yet, but if she pushes herself forward just the barest amount that can easily be fixed. But she wouldn’t force him, not yet, not without him knowing, even as she dreads him saying no.

Doug’s hands go from smooth strokes to digging in, forceful reminders that he can hold her in place if he needs to. “Applejack.” Her name comes out mournfully, the quiver in his voice getting her to slow, but not stop, her questing motions. “I thought,” he says carefully, studying her beautiful green eyes, “that you didn’t want to have a foal this year.”

Applejack slowly nods. “Ah said that.” She leans down to kiss him, her quick peck longing to be more.

Doug smiles at the contact, but doesn’t pursue. “I didn’t want to pressure you, with your heat being so close and all.”

Her muzzle drops down again, but it’s to nuzzle his chest. He needs to know. “Mah heat has started.” Her nuzzle turns to soft kisses, slowly trailing towards his oddly hairy nipples. He giggles as he reaches one of the tender spots, the tiny nub perking up at the simple contact. “Ah changed my mind, after Ah heard…”

She trails off, unwilling to speak the dreaded words.

“I know,” Doug whispers, lightly patting her head as she sinks against him.

“Ah can’t go a whole year without knowin’.” Applejack pushes up, a hoof steadying Doug’s head even though his eyes stay locked on hers. Like there’s the possibility of him turning away, and she doesn’t want to take that chance. “Ah want you to rut me.”

“But,” Doug says, wanting to turn his head away, to hide his worry and shame, but there’s a hoof keeping him focused on her. It helps more than he can imagine, to get him to face those fears head on, knowing he isn’t alone. “What if it doesn’t work?

“Then we’ll know,” Applejack says solemnly. Their surroundings, their previous antics, all seem forgotten as her hoof tenderly caresses his short mane. “And we’ll figure things out. And Ah hope we’ll be able to figure ‘em out together.” She bends drops, muzzle meeting his lips and resting there, at least until her tongue flicks out to tease him. His mouth opens, inviting her inside; her tongue rushes to meet his as a sly smile spreads across her face. “But ya gotta remember your Laughter.” She pulls back slightly, leaving him gasping for more. “In case it goes right.” She pushes her body forward, rolling her hips, readying herself for that sought after thrust.

And thrust he does, spreading her marehood wide, a wink granting him easy access to her inner depths.

“Ah want you to breed me,” Applejack moans as he hits his limit, hips pressing against her belly and teats. He brushes against that spot, that little nub inside her, the brief burst of pleasure nothing compared to the release she yearns for. “Ah want your seed inside me, fillin’ me up, just like your foal’s gonna fill my belly!” She grits her teeth, the slight roughness of her inner walls a small price to pay for how quickly she feels that rush coming.

The rough grip of her oddly dry walls feels wonderful, the mare around his cock moaning as he drives himself deep inside her. He pushes against her belly, hips thrusting while hands force her down, reveling in her whispered words as she struggles to stay with him. She clenches around him, begging for that sweetest of releases, and he desperately holds on, his own climax rapidly approaching.

He might have been successful were it not for the frenzied motion as Applejack pulls away, balancing on her back hooves as her barrel raises. Her head stares at the sky with closed eyes, hat threatening to fall off with every bounce and thrust of her hips that hilts him every time. She rides him like a rodeo bull, a cowmare in her prime, hooves only steadying herself against his chest or holding her hat against her head as she drives his cock into her over and over again. Loud whinnies threaten to escape her clenched throat, the fires of her heat nearly overwhelming her as her mind goes blank.

Doug stifles a scream of his own as Applejack slams down, her hooves heavy as they drop against his chest. Hands hold her hips in place as he thrusts one final time, as deep as he can, that blessed release with his beloved consuming his mind. He moans as he spurts his seed inside her, twice, three times before a recovering pause. Then four, and if he’s generous a fifth, each bit staying locked inside her, sealed with his cock and leaving only one direction to go.

Doug gently grabs Applejack’s forelegs as he recovers, lifting her off his shoe-emblazoned chest. Her brief frown at the dark splotches turns to a giddy grin as she sees his wide, carefree smile. She resists the gentle tug towards him, chuckling along, not yet willing to move from her perch above him.

“Now what?” Doug asks good naturedly, hands begging Applejack to lay against his chest with long, pressing strokes against her back.

“Now,” Applejack says, that fire still burning inside her, “we wait.” She offers him a contrite smile. “There ain’t as much of you as in a cooler, so it takes a little time to get there.” She finally gives in to his strokes, dropping down and nuzzling the marks on his chest before she lays her head against his shoulder.

“Still a little hungry,” Doug says wryly, looking up at the twin trees. He winces as Applejack presses against the two sore spots on his chest. “Could go for another pear. Or some more apple.” He gently teases her ear, though he’s content right where he is.

“Hush, you,” Applejack says, just wanting to listen to the beat of his heart. It’s slowing down, a steady rhythm against her ear. Maybe she’s just imagining it, but it feels like the beat of her heart is syncing up to his, the thumping in her ear matching the echoing pulse of that spot just under his bony breast.

She dreams of nothing, except not quite; the radiant dots of her closed eyelids form some sort of apple, except it’s constantly shifting on a weird background. Some kind of fireworks? What do they call that expanding explosion of light?

Some time later Applejack stirs, glancing up at the noon sun. “Ponyfeathers,” she mutters, getting to her hooves, almost forgetting who she’s laying on.

Doug groans as Applejack shifts, his limp cock flopping out of her marehood with a wet slap. “What?” he asks sleepily, yawning.

“Gonna be workin' late,” Applejack starts, standing up. Except something nags at her, in the back of her mind. It takes a few seconds of pondering before she realizes.

Ah can’t feel my heat!

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