Wagonburner - Applejack's Invite

“Howdy Ay-non! How’re ya doin’?!”

“Doing great, yourself?”

>That accent always made you cringe every time you heard it.
>Applejack was quite the attractive Southern belle but she was no antebellum aristocracy.
>You could never help your dislike of ‘rednecks’ or farmers, despite living in a small town.
>Still: those long firm legs wrapped with smooth skin walked through your dreams.
>And that freckled face with those golden locks; how do you think they felt brushed up against your cheeks? You would love to -

“Ah was wonderin’ if you’d like ta come on down to the farm with me after school? Granny says Ah can bring some friends over for a small little hoedown.”

>So fucking obnoxious.
>Her voice kills your arousal.

“Sure, that sounds great to me. What time?”

“Party starts at 8:00,” she replies, “but you can swing by earlier if ya want to.”

>She looks away and then back up at you, her green eyes wide and sparkling.
>Did she blush?
>Does she want you to come by earlier or is she /wishing/ you’d come by earlier?
>Either way, you nod and smile and then part ways.
>Off she goes, her flannel shirt clinging to her body, snug against her midriff and breasts.
>You clear your throat just as your pal Norman walks by.

“‘Sup ‘Non?” he asked as you two exchange a Masonic-like handshake. “So, I just saw you talking to AJ… what’s with that?”

“She wants me to come to a little get-together with her and some of her friends,” you reply. “I kinda don’t want to go.”

>Norman rolls his eyes.

“Dude, don’t be such a shut-in. Go to the party and have some fun. Get laid, man.”

>You choke on your own spit.
>How strange is that? You’re a young man in high school and studying outweighs sexual adventures. Maybe that smart purple chick would be more your fancy.
”Laid?” you ask.
“Anon,” starts Norman slowly, “country girls are total sex machines and will screw anything that walks, trust me on this. My cousin is one and she - “

“Dude, what the fuck Norman?!”

“Hey! Third cousins are legal, Anon.”

>Absolutely disgusting… unless it’s his cousin Tabitha. Her bongo boobies could help sub-Saharan African tribes communicate long distances.
>The bell rings.
>You two say a quick good-bye and leave for the last class of the day. TGIF.
>Upon arriving home, you have a nice meal with your family and tell them about school and Applejack’s get-together.
>(Dad winks at you at when you refer to AJ as ‘that country girl’, nodding approvingly. Mom rolls her eyes.)
>You stay out of trouble, so your parents trust you and allow you to go have some fun; actually, they wish you would leave the house more often.
>After getting cleaned up and styling your hair and throwing on some new clothes, you drive out to Sweet Apple Acres. Nothing like the boonies to clear your lungs. And apples. Apples are good…
>Fuck it, you’re not keen on farms and tractors. You hate the countryside with the passion of a Captain Planet villain hating the Earth. Why bother?

>You pull up in the driveway and good God Almighty, it’s long.
>Big Mac comes out and greets you with a small smile and tells you where to park.
>Him and Granny Smith are going to visit some Apple relatives close by while AJ is having some friends over/babysitting her little hick sister.
>As you walk up to the house, you check your phone for the time: 7:52. AJ might be pleased with you for coming earlier.
>While you’re walking towards the porch, Applebloom runs out of the house while chasing her dog.
“Winona, get back here!” She stops and looks at you, smiling. “Hey Anon! Applejack’s waitin’ for ya inside so just go on in, OK?”
“Umm, OK, thanks,” you reply.
>Holy hell that accent is even more twangy when it’s a little kid.
>You check your hearing as you walk inside.

“Oh! Ya came by early!”
>AJ runs up and gives you a hug, her toned abdomen and thick breasts pressing into you.
>You hug her back after recovering from your slight surprise, your hands gripping her midriff.
>A wave of heat runs through your body as you two embrace.
>Your temperature slowly rises; she’s still hugging you. You gulp.

“Hi AJ,” you reply nervously.

>She pulls her body away from you a little bit but her arms are still wrapped around your waist.
“Ready to have some fun?”
>Suddenly Applejack’s accent doesn’t sound so twangy and repulsive.
>Suddenly your aversion to plowers, farmers, and rednecks has evaporated from your mind.
>Those hay-colored locks and green eyes - along with freckled cheeks - have turned into a labyrinth in which you’ve lost yourself in.

“Anon?” AJ asks, “ya didn’t answer mah question.”

“Wha - oh! I, uh, yes fun. Let’s have some…”
>Applejack is now surveying your lips and torso; she again locks eyes with you.
>She’s inching closer to your face.
>You blink a few times to try and bring yourself back to reality.
>Not only is this country honey bun actually putting the moves on you, but you’re reciprocating!
>Your hands slide down to her muscular ass and sneak their way underneath her Daisy Duke shorts, feeling her silken panties.
>The young girl gives a little “Oooohh” and presses into your pulsating cock with her pelvis; your face quickly turns red.

“Ah’ve had a thing for ya since that time ya had a presentation on the Civil War in History Class, Anon,” the country girl whispers in your ear.
“Or as mah family calls it - “
>She flipped you around and backed you into the counter, pressing her hips into you even harder.
“ - the ‘War of /Yankee Aggression/.”
>With the tone of the last two words of her sentence, your dicked twitched.
>Oh fuck, Norman and my dad were right.
>Your thoughts are interrupted as AJ kissed your neck, causing you to quiver and moan.
>Her lips worked her way to the side of your neck, then jaw, and finally planted themselves onto your own lips.
>Tongues whirling around in your mouths, Applejack slides your hand under her shirt and makes you squeeze her breast.

“Don’t be shy, sugarcube,” she pants, mouth an inch from your face, “Ah can take whatever you can give me.”

>You decide to experiment and take two of your fingers, pinching Applejack’s erect nipple.
>A little gasp escapes from her mouth followed by a small giggle.
>Biting her lip, the country girl carefully unbuttons then unzips your pants.
>A slender hand slides against your cock through your boxers, the motion of Applejack’s fingers sending your shaft into a fiery frenzy.

“Oh God in Heaven,” you mutter, your hands now gripping the counter’s edges.
“God may have the whole world in his hands,” AJ started, “but I have you in mine.”

>Her grip is powerful as her fingers enclose over your thick erection like a Venus fly trap.
>Your eyes are starting to roll into the back of your head but you can see her figure.
>You feel a tug.
>What the hell? Are you - ?

“C’mon sugarcube, we’re going upstairs.”

>Oh fuck.
>You’re being led cock-first up the stairs in Applejack’s room. Thank God that Applebloom is still outside and that no one else -
>Shit. What’s the time?!
>You try to dig in your pocket to check the time on your phone but AJ is herding you like a bull towards her chambers.
>Luckily, you can read an old fashioned clock and you glance at the wall: 8:10. Really? Damn.

>Being led up the stairs was surprisingly easy but that’s where the pleasantries stopped.
“On the bed, Anon,” demanded Applejack, somehow retaining her Southern charm.
>You comply.
>Her long hair, which was up in a ponytail, was released, falling past her shoulders and down to her breasts.
>She slowly unbuttoned her work shirt, revealing a tight white tee clinging to her breasts. The flannel shirt slid off of her shoulders, off of her arms and onto the floor.
>By this point, you’re already in your underwear, sweat clinging to your brow.
>The white tee comes off; Applejack lifts it over her head, her large breasts plopping down once the fabric has been completely lifted.
>Walking over towards the bed, AJ slides off her shorts, sitting down next to you.
>Lifting up the covers, she motions for you to get under. She follows you, then props herself up on your lap.

“Say ya want me,” Applejack purrs, her fingers poised to unhook her bra.

“I want you,” you reply as if you were going to say it first. you were
>A smile stretches across AJ’s face as she postions her arms behind her back.
>The bra drops down onto the bed, revealing two very large and firm breasts, covered in freckles.
>Her pink nipples are erect, pointing to the ceiling like a pagoda. Those green eyes once again stare you down, paralyzing your body. You are the fly, bound with web.
>Applejack begins kissing you and you grab her breasts, rolling her nipples around in your fingers like they were radio dials. She moans a little louder with each tweak and squeeze.
>Her hips drive into you harder.
>Harder.
>She pushes you down on the bed.
“Oof!”
>The Southern belle works out her hidden assertiveness while you lay back, your hands grasping her hips, trying to ease your way back up to kiss her.
>She pushes you down again.
>Alright, what the fuck?
>Now you’re starting to get angry...
>...and AJ can see it.
>She has this look on her face, this smug look that says, ‘What are you gonna do about it?’
>You’ve always had some built up rage inside of you from your bullied days in elementary and parts of middle school and - even though this was Applejack having sex with you - you mustered up some strength and lashed out.
>You were determined not to pushed down again.
>*SLAP*
“Oh my God,” you say, “AJ, I didn’t… oh shit, are you okay?”

>Applejack’s head is turned slightly, a red handprint on the side of her cheek, tears welling up in her eyes.
>She turns to you, but she’s not angry.
>What?
>No, she’s smiling.
>Feeling her afflicted cheek, AJ let’s out a chuckle.

“Anon, Ah told ya that Ah can handle anything you can dish out ta me,” she said.

>To return the favor, she slaps you even harder, a grunt leaving from your mouth.

“But don’t expect me to take it all the time.”

>Applejack repositions herself in the bed and slides her panties off of her body.
>You mutter to yourself, both thanking Big Baby Jesus for this opportunity and begging for mercy for the onslaught that was about to pound your body.
>Taking her fingers and dipping it in between her legs, AJ pulls up her hand up to her mouth and sucks.
>She smiles and laughs.
>Her hand again goes into that honeycomb and comes back out, this time the delicate fingers inches from you lips.
>You suck on them like a gluttonous newborn.

“Like fresh apple pie, right Anon?” she teases.
>You nod but it’s a lie.
>Pussy beats pie unless grandma makes it.
>Fuck, now you’re thinking about Granny Smith.
>(But she WAS pretty fucking hot back in the day).
>Applejack grips your cock with her hand, interrupting your daydream and launching you back into reality.
> The blonde girl is sitting on your lap, her freckled face rubbing up against your neck, her hands tracing your torso and ruffling your hair.
>She blows into your ear, making your entire body convulse.
“H-Holy fuck,” you mutter.

“You like that?” Applejack whispers, tonguing your ear.
>She bites on your earlobe.
>You shiver again.
>Then she pinches your nipple.
>You let out a yelp, but AJ covers your mouth.
>Again, you find yourself on your back.
>AJ’s head is parallel to your’s; her hair falls down and encapsulates your face like a silky cocoon.
>Her hips gyrate and the movement causes some of the blonde strands of hair to slap your face.
>Speed picks up.
>Applejack is riding you while your hands are pinned down.
>When you try to lift your hands up, she clenches her snatch down.
>You try giving up and letting her do all the work.
>She smacks you across the face as soon as she feels that you are letting up in your sexual act.
“Don’tcha dare get lazy on me, Anon,” she says through gritted teeth.

>Yes ma’am, you think to yourself.
>She has her fingers digging into your shoulders while her strong thighs clench you harder.
>Again, Applejack slaps you across the face.
“Ow!”

“Don’t even start,” she replies, “you opened up this can o’ worms.”
>She’s absolutely right.
>If you would have kept your cool and not have slapped her in a moment of rage and sexual tension, you wouldn’t be in this position.
>But really, are you complaining?
>Yeah, Applejack has some force to her blows but you actually like it.
>Hell, you want it.
“Do it again,” you find yourself saying.
>AJ doesn’t hesitate as she reels her hand back and smacks your cheek, your skin turning red.
“Harder.”
>She does it even harder and the pain causes you to lose focus.
>You look back to see her sweaty face and her wide smile.
“Ya like it rough, Ay-non?” she asks.
>You reply by slamming her down on the bed and thrusting deeper inside of her.
>She lets out a gasp, arching her back on the bed, pressing her toned body into your stomach.
>Grabbing Applejack by the hips, you try and force her down into the mattress to keep her still, but she maneuvers out of your clutch.
>You might as well stay on the bottom.
>Applejack’s slamming her pelvis into you, running her hand through her blonde hair, moaning for you to say her name.
“Say… mah… name… ooohh!”
>Panting replaces your speech but AJ motivates you to talk again.
>Taking her right hand, she grabs you by the hair and pulls you up to her eye level.
>Holy hell does that hurt.
“Ah can’t hear ya, Anon,” she growls.
“A-Applejack.”
“Louder.”
“Applejack!”
>The country girl pushes you in the chest, forcing you on your back.
>The bed squeaks loudly as you hit the bed, bouncing up.
>Did the springs break?
>Nevermind the condition of some random furniture.
>Snap out of it, Anon!
>Right now you’re getting nailed by possibly one of the hottest, if the the hottest, girl in school.
>Of all the sorry guys in Canterlot High, she wanted your hot beef injection.
>Man up, you bitch!
>Applejack’s freckled face is now red, shining with sweat; strands of hair are sticking to her forehead.
>Her head is thrown back and she’s groaning loudly as if in pain.
>You, on the other hand, are grunting and panting, gearing up for the inevitable ejaculation.
>The tight body on top of you is writhing around wildly, breasts bouncing around with perky nipples.
>Your toes curl up so much that your feet cramp.
“A-Apple…” you’re ready to blow.
>Wiping her forehead, Applejack readies for the climax.
>She pulls you up towards her and gives you a passionate kiss, your swirling tongues locked together.
>Her fingers dig into your back, causing you to flinch.
>In retaliation, you pull AJ’s head back by her long blonde hair and start to suck on her neck.
“Anon, harder,” she moans.
>You drill into her pussy even harder while simultaneously sucking at her neck. Your grip on the blonde locks tighten.
>Here it comes.
>Your body begins to feel like a volcano on the verge of eruption as passion builds up inside of your member.
>Applejack senses that you’re ready to burst and begins to work harder.
>Oh Jesus have mercy.
>You look at your partner straight in the eyes as the fluid is funneled through your shaft and on towards the tip of your second head.
>You twitch as AJ moans loudly.
>You release inside of her.
“Ah f-fuck!” you exclaim, squeezing Applejack’s sides while her head buries itself into your chest.
>She lets out a loud orgasm; she gasps for air while you shiver.
>For a moment, you two are still locked together, catching your breath after an intense session of passion.
>You hear a giggle as Applejack kisses your chest.
>She moves back up to your eye level.
“Ah wonder if anyone is here yet?”
>You look at the clock in her room: 8:34.
>You lasted that long?! You’re surprised that you didn’t blow your load when you touched AJ’s tits!

“Did you, um, enjoy this?” you ask.
>AJ nods and kisses you again.

“Ah sure did, sugar cube,” she says.


>You two get dressed and walk downstairs to find Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy and Twilight Sparkle waiting in the living room.
>Rarity is smiling nervously.
>Twilight is reading a book but you know she’s embarrassed about something.
>Dash is giving you a smile, checking out your crotch, then checking out Applejack.
>Fluttershy is looking at some family photos and Pinkie…
“Ah man!” says the pink-skinned girl, “you guys must’ve had a pre-party party without us! I wish I could’ve been there with you guys too! You two sounded like you were having some fun! I was gonna go upstairs but Rarity stopped me and...”
>Pinkie drifts off into her own world.
>You and AJ blush.
>Applejack rubs the back of her neck.
“So,” she starts, “y’all ready for some fun?”
>Dash laughs, causing Rarity to elbow the rainbow-haired girl.
“Knock it off,” Rarity mutters to her friend.
>Dash sticks her tongue out at Rarity then turns back to you and AJ.
“Looks like you two already had the party without us.”