Anon - Applejack Pie

>Class is boring.

>But that's because math is always boring, not just at Canterlot High. Luckily this Friday is about to end, the clock slowly ticking away those final minutes before you're all free.

>Fuck yes. Weekend. Non-stop Battlefield 3.

>You sit with your head in your palm, trying not to fall asleep while the teacher talks math talk and writes formulas on the board.

>While fighting sleep, a paper airplane hits you in the back of the head. You look behind you. Rainbow Dash is pointing urgently at the plane. With the teacher still writing, you stealthily lean over to collect the paper and unfold it.

'Anon, stay after shcool for a soccer game with me and Applejack. Most of the team skipped today, but I need to practice.'

>You notice she misspelled school. How. More importantly she wants you to fill an empty slot for a game, just because you made the mistake of playing her last week for shits and giggles. This interrupts gaming.

>Fucking Rainbow Dash.

>Bells rings. Finally! Freedom.

>Class stampedes out, ignoring teacher's reminder to study.

>You pack your things while the rush dies down before leaving. You don't get further than three feet away from the door before Rainbow Dash tries to recruit you.

"There you are, Anon!" She roughly tosses an arm around your shoulder, effectively preventing you from running for it. Smart. Although you both know she'd catch you anyway. "Trying to sneak away behind the herd, huh? Nice try. Anyway, have you brought your A-game? We don't have long before next week's game, but if we practice hard---"

>You cut her off.

"One, I wasn't sneaking off. Two, it's YOU who doesn't have long before the game. I'm not part of the soccer team. And three, I didn't bring my A-game, it's at home. On my PS3. Where I'm going now."

>Rainbow groans, but you know she won't quit that easily.

"Aw, come on, Anon! Save that geek stuff for later! Besides, inviting you wasn't even my idea, it was Applejack's! More importantly, I---er, the TEAM needs you!"

>Huh. That almost makes you stop. But now, Rainbow Dash using the puppy dog eyes trick on you. You bite your lip and decide you have to escape before it's too late.

"Applejack? Sorry, not buying it. The team isn't MY problem, anyway..."

>Just before you get the chance to jerk your shoulder from under Rainbow Dash's arm, another arm goes around your free shoulder.

"Whoa now, what's the rush, Anon? Besides, those sound like excuses to me."

>Applejack has now also ensnared you and is tossing you a playful, cheeky grin.

>Shit.

>Dual-sided assault. You're trapped. You glance behind you wondering how the hell Applejack ninja'd you.

"Are you two stalking me?"

"Nah." They both answer nonchalantly.

>They were stalking you. Should've never turned your back on them...

"And Rainbow's right, y'know," Applejack continued, noticing your look of consternation. "Invitin' you along was my idea. Ah figured a tough guy like you wouldn't have a problem helping two pretty gals out."

>Applejack winks.

>SHIT. Bait and a trap. Good kind of trap. But still a trap. Avoid the trap...

"How do you know I don't have important things to do today? It's friday, after all." You try a bluff, but at this point, you almost don't want to escape.

>Applejack tilts her head and grins more.

"'Cause you don't. Didn't ya'll just tell Rainbow here that you were goin' home to play some fancy computer game?"

"Yeah, you so did!" Rainbow confirmed helpfully.

>FUCK.

>You frown deeply. Applejack only smiles more at you. Welp,bluff is dead. Frowning probably didn't help. You decide to cut a deal.

"...I'll ONLY play if I get a free apple pie after this."

Applejack beams at their successful recruitment and looks happier than RD does in that moment. She shakes your hand in agreement. "Sounds about fair to me. Deal."

"YES!" Rainbow Dash shouts in celebration before bolting down the hall. "Come on, Carmel won't wait forever!"

>Applejack doesn't let go of your hand and pulls you along.

"Let's go, pardner."

>Applejack pulls you along through the hall chasing after Rainbow Dash, even though you had both lost sight of her and you were sure she was on the field by now. Hall monitors proved no match for any of you, especially Dash.

>Your hand slips a bit. Wait... was Applejack's hand... sweaty? You look up. Her face doesn't look sweaty. You conclude that it was possibly you, and dismiss the thought.

>Either way, it doesn't take long before you're on the field and catch up with Rainbow. There are three other players players. Caramel, and two other students whose names you never bothered remembering.

"'Bout time, slowpokes. All right, I'm with Caramel, and you two can choose between the others, since you're about to lose," Rainbow smirked.

Applejack returned the smirk in kind, and you could feel this game might end up putting you in pain. "Right, we got Roseluck, then. You can have, Daisy. Sorry about puttin' ya on the losin' team there, Daisy!"

>Daisy waved and smiled.

>Either Daisy doesn't give a fuck, or Daisy's special. You had to be special, too, agreeing to get into a soccer game with Applejack and Dash. Either way, Applejack breifly dismisses herself to change into shorts, and when she returns it doesn't take long before you all take your positions; Roseluck playing goalie for your team, and Caramel for the other.

 

>Just as you thought: you're pretty special for playing this game for pie. Rainbow Dash blitzed around the field so quickly, you thought it was almost pointless chasing her unless she was at least close to arm's reach from you. Likewise, Applejack was a force to be reckoned with. Poor Daisy had tried a stealthy sideways steal, but Applejack didn't notice her in time and barreled the poor girl over, knocking her a good few feet. She kept playing, despite the chance to use that as an excuse to escape. You must have been right, Daisy is special.

>Despite the danger to your health, you begin to realize you and Applejack make a good team. Your watchful and strategic self-placement compliment Applejack's powerful, more aggressive style of playing. She grins and winks at you when you two make good plays. Feels good.

>With scores tied, Applejack goes to drive the ball in, after you had thrown off Rainbow Dash by making a good pass to the farm girl. Losing her footing for attempting to switch from stealing to blocking your pass, Dash ends up ramming into you. Nearly max speed.

>Hurt like a bitch, too.

>While you were eating dirt, Caramel had leapt to stop Applejack's shot. But mispredicting her aim, he leapt at an odd angle and managed to block the ball and land awkwardly on his foot, collapsing.

“MY LEG!”

>You look over. Caramel's clutching his foot, rolling around in agony. Well, that's game.

>Rainbow cursed under her breath, “Caramel, that's your foot, not your leg! Well... at least you managed to block the shot. You okay?”

>Applejack was already examining, “Nothin' looks broken. Might've just sprained it. We better get him back to Nurse Redheart. Good thing she leaves late.”

>Daisy offered to escort Caramel there and supported his injured side. Dash grudgingly agreed they had to stop, “...Fine, we'll finish this game later. Caramel, you better not try to use this as an excuse to miss next week's game!” She called after him.

>Not turning around or stopping, Caramel flipped her off.

>Good guy Caramel.

>You're failing at constraining your snickers.

“I'll handle him later,” Rainbow waved Caramel off, “Fun game, even though my team was totally going to win.”

>Smirking, AJ rolled her eyes.

“Sure you were. Anyhow, I reckon we should head home. It's gettin' late...” Applejack turns to you and throws a half-lidded, subtly flirty, stare your way. “And I still owe you pie.”

>You forgot you were getting a pie out of this while trying not to get maimed by raging rainbow. Sweet.

>The three of you leave the school grounds together, Applejack and Rainbow Dash only briefly arguing over who would have won before Applejack stops.

“Well, I gotta actually bake that pie, won't do to give ya anything precooked. So... uh....” Applejack paused and blushed for just a moment before catching herself. “swing by my place in around an hour, Anon.”

>Applejack waves, and makes a break down the street toward her farm. Leaves you with walking Rainbow Dash home. You live close to each other anyway, so it was unavoidable.

“You should bring me back a slice of that pie,” Rainbow Dash grinned. You've been friends long enough to tell she was only half joking.

“No. That pie's mine. I earned it after you nearly broke my face.”

>Rainbow Dash laughed. “Totally not my fault if you can't react fast enough.” Pause, but both keep walking. Rainbow Dash is staring at you.

“Shit, do I still have dirt on my nose?”

“What's the deal with you and AJ?”

>Damn, that was blunt.

>Dash doesn't stop starting.

“What do you mean?”

“You know, she keeps looking at you all the time during class and she almost always mentions you at least once a day.” Dash explained, seeming frustrated you don't notice.

>However, you CAN'T notice either since Applejack sits a few rows behind you, and you're not around their group of friends when they're all together talking. You tell her as much.

“Still... I KNOW you know she digs you. Almost makes me jealous. Almost.” Dash used coy smile.

>It's not very-effective.

“This is why I'm not sharing any of my pie with you.”

>you reach Dash's house. Dash grins wider. Probably not good.

“Aw, you're not sharing any of that Apple-pie? Whatever. Your call, Anon. The three of us could have had an awesome time together.”

>She takes in your blanking expression and laughs before going into her home.

>Well shit.

>You set her up for that one.

>Chuckling at Dash's joke, you set off towards your house. You drop off your backpack, change into clothes without dirt stains, and prepare to waste time on the internet.

>Wait. You're going to go eat over at Applejack's. Practically an unofficial date. Instead, you spruce up to sexy Anon level.

>Gotta stay fresh.

>Heading out the door with just enough time to get to AJ's, dusk sets in. Near her home, you wonder if you should have used a bit of cologne. Lifting an arm you take a quick whiff. Old Spice and mild sweat.

>Good enough. Chicks dig the man smell.

>As you approach the farmhouse, you spy Applejack sitting on an outdoor sofa, looking very bored. You call out to her and wave, and she immediately perks up and waits for you at the door.

“There you are, Anon! I almost thought Rainbow was going to hold you up with somethin' stupid. Pie's ready, if you're wonderin'."

>You're about to answer when your stomach does it for you. Monstrous grown achieved.

>Applejack laughs. Cutest damn laugh on earth.

"Reckon that's a yes."

>She leads you in. Her house is full of Southern decorative accents. Very comfy. More importantly, the smell of the promised baked goods is heavy in the air. You have to keep your mouth closed from watering so damn much. You're going to destroy that pie.

>Also, you notice Applejack changed clothes too. She's back to wearing her denim skirt, but she's wearing a light-green tank top instead of her usual cowgirl shirt, and her feet are only covered in striped green and white socks.

>Applejack motions to the pie sitting on the table, and you snap your eyes up from staring just in time. Pie's steaming. Came just in time, too.

"As promised, pardner. Dig in."

>Gratitude has reached orbit. Gotta play it cool, though.

"YES! ThankyouAJ---mystomachthanksyoutoo---you'reawesome."

>Cool fail.

>Applejack laughs though. Mini win. You sit down and immediately cut a slice of that steaming delicious pastry. Applejack sits next to you and watches, grinning.

"Shucks, I didn't know you liked our pies so much. Kinda reminds me of Officer Soarin'..." Applejack says.

>Nod gruffly. And bite into pie. Scalds part of your tongue. Worth it. Instant ecstasy. You sigh in pleasure as it sits on your tongue and melts into your mouth.

>Applejack looks beyond proud. "Well, figurin' you'd like the pie so much... I went ahead and brought some other treats." She reaches to the chair next to her and she pulls up a can of whipped cream and a basket of apple fritters, apple tarts... and were those doughnuts? APPLE flavored doughnuts?

>Applejack is a goddess.

>You reach over like a mesmerized child for the whipped cream.

>You fucking love whipped cream.

>But applejack grabs your outstretched hand.

"Now hold your horses, Anon. I figured... we could play a game over these." she tosses a sly look your way, hints of a blush starting on her face.

>You freeze. Dem's bedroom eyes.

>Aw shit.

"What kind of game?"

>Applejack points to a stack of cards. SHIT. Probably Texas Holdem. You're not bad, but you feel you're about to get owned.

"Uno." Applejack brings the cards over. They're indeed Uno cards. Surprise, surprise.

>Applejack's blush returned as she said,

"And I, uh, thought we'd play with some additional rules."

>You nod again and take another bite of pie. "Hell yeah, sounds fun. You can deal."

>You don't want to win all the treats, Applejack probably hasn't eaten yet, cooking your pie. You just want--no, you NEED to win the use of whipped cream.

>Applejack happily shuffles the cards, and deals them out. Hiding her mouth behind her hand of seven cards, a set of mischievous, competitive green eyes burn into yours.

>This should be fun.

>Applejack places a blue +2 card down. "Draw two, Anon. And lose your shirt and watch.

>Brain breaks.

>Wut.

...

>Awww shit. Strip Uno. Why haven't you thought of this?!

>Applejack gives you her best seductive smile and bedroom eyes. You know where this is going.

>Fuck yeah.

    >Through your excitement, you remember one very important thing as you reach to remove your shirt.

    "What about your family?"

    "Out taking Granny Smith to an eye doctor. Knowing how she gets along with docs, they'll be out for a while." Applejack winks.

    >Sweet.

    >You didn't expect this, even if AJ liked you. But fuck your expectations, you love you were wrong right now.

    >You peel off your shirt, and with a smirk, toss to the side of the wrong against the wall near the door, eyes locked with Applejack's before undoing your watch and letting it fall.

    >Game continues. You don't have any instant penalty cards to use, but you see an opportunity to change the color. Once you do, a brief smile passes Applejack's face.

    "Dang," She says with mock irritation. "Don't have any yellow." She draws a card from the deck, but much more importantly, goes to take off that tank top.

    >She's wearing a tasteful dark green strapless bra beneath it. Perfect view of smooth, orange skinned cleavage. Whoa, easy boner, you try to soothe. It's only now that you fully take in her toned arms, even though her tank top revealed them before.

    >Applejack watches you patiently, looking very amused with her sexy narrowed eyes. She raises an eyebrow.

    "Gonna make a move there, lover-boy?"

    >You look up.

    "Right, yeah. Just admiring.... that nicely stacked... deck of cards."

    Applejack takes the joke in stride and pushes you. Force yourself not to fall over. Damn she's strong.

    "Sure ya were."

    Game continues again. AJ changes color, you have no reds. But you draw a red draw two. Kicking off your shoes for having a draw penalty, you place it down next turn.

    >Now Applejack looks genuinely annoyed.

    "Dangnabit. Quit winning." She grins, draws cards, then suddenly props up her legs on the table. With a seductive grin, she removes a sock with her other foot's toes at a painstakingly slow pace, the other sock following right after.

    >You're not even mad all you got was sock removal with how sexy she looked doing it.

>Eventually, the two of you come down to a few cards each. You're left in your boxers and Applejack's only to her strapless bra and matching panties. You've both divided the prizes pretty well, grabbing a snack every time either of you fall to one card and successfully call Uno. Many close calls were had, but neither of you can seem to finish the first game. Your first prize of choice, of course, was the whipped cream.

>Must win.

>You know she's thinking the same.

>Getting called Uno on means certain death. Must see boob, so can't lose.

>Applejack's thinking about which of her two cards to put down. Means either could work. Have to change color somehow...

>She seems restless. While you wait for her move, you go for the whipped cream and put some on another forkful of pie. Applejack looks up you.

"Y'know, I'm really glad you like our pies so much. I take it as a real nice compliment."

>"Best pie ever, but that won't be enough to save you from defeat. You will lose dem panties." you proclaim, brazen and smirking.

"Oh really?" Applejack moves in closer, ignoring the game. She must have forgotten it's her turn. "Y'know... that's only the second best pie in this house."

>Confused.

>"Really? Where's the best then?"

>Applejack's bedroom eyes reach scorching hot level as she leans in closer, grabs your hand, and slowly traces it up her warm, taut thigh until you touch hot, damp cotton panties.

>Oh...

>OH.

"How about... we get into the REAL fun and games, Anon?" Applejack whispers into your ear.

>Screw Uno. You toss cards behind you and embrace her fully. Your other hand reaches behind her back and pulls her and her chair a little closer.

>Slowly stroking her blazing slit through her panties with one hand, you begin to pull the strapless bra off with the other. Thank God for strapless bras.

>Applejack's breath catches at the sensation and she chuckles.

"Feisty critter, aren'cha sugarcube?"

>You smirk, pulling off the bra to prove her right. You finally get to take in the sight of those exposed, perky breast.

>Victory.

>Applejack lets out small little moans as you stroke her, and it ups your bold factor. Tracing your hand gingerly along her muff, you reach the edge of her soaked panties and pull them aside. You slide one finger in slowly and Applejack gasps.

"U-use two..."

>You follow the order and slide in one more, fucking her apple vag in a steady rhythm.

"Whoa nelly..." Applejack whispers.

>She's breathing harder now, but catching herself she turns her attention on you. Wordlessly, she reaches down and shoves her hand into your shorts, seizing the D.

"I can't have all the fun, right?"

>She begins jerking you off.

>Her grip is tight as hell. You're instantly transported to heaven.

>Oh fuck.

>In return you speed up your finerbanging, and even reach up with your thumb to fondle her clit.

>That sets her off.

>Applejack gasps sharply and lets out a long moan with a sudden shudder. Fluids drip down from your hand and onto the floor, just missing the chair.

>Suddenly Applejack lifts herself up, not breaking either handjob, and crouch-sits on your lap. Her face is flushed and she leans in with burning eyes locked on your's.

"That's enough games! Fuck me with those fingers, Anon!"

"Yes ma'am."

>Her fap speed on your dick goes into overdrive.

>Shit shit shit!

>Best game of Uno ever.

>You're really glad her family's out, otherwise they'd hear her moaning and cries all the way from out in their apple orchard. Applejack's bucking into your hand at this point, and you have to focus on not having the chair topple back as well as keeping up the pace.

>Wild idea comes to you. With Applejack supporting herself using her free hand on your chair, you take your other hand from her back and grab the whipped cream can.

>Dispense whip cream on boobs.

>Applejack hardly notices, wrapped in loin burning ecstasy.

"Oh... oh God, Anon...yes! Suck 'em!"

>You suck dem tittays. Caress 'em, too.

>Suddenly, Applejack tenses up. That did it. Her grip goes iron mode on your dick.

>FUCK!

>You almost black out from pleasure as Applejack throttles your dick throughout her orgasm. Every muscle in her body spasms madly, and her Apple juice pours from her slit onto your leg and the floor. Also her guttural, pleasure choked gasps are mind-numbingly sexy.

>You can't help but blow your load now and enjoy the mind wash rapture of orgasm.

>When it's over, Applejack collapses into you, trying desperately to catch her breath. You only now notice how sweaty and flushed you both are.

>That was some of the best shit you've ever been through.

"La... land-sakes, Anon," she pants. "Why haven't... we... we gotta do this more often."

>Hell yeah.

"Hell yeah."

>Suddenly, door knob jingles.

>You stare at door knob.

>Applejack's eyes widen and she mouths 'Oh fuck.'

>Door opens. SHIIIIIIIIT!

>Granny Smith walks in, wearing a bizarre, huge ass pair of red glasses.

"Applejack? You in here?! The doctors said I gotta git used ta these! Wait... oh, there you are!" She stares directly at you and Applejack.

>You stare back.

>You all stare for a long time.

"...Or is that a lamp? AJ? Were you baking pie? 'Atta gal, Jackie! I'll have some of that---Oh! Dagnabit, I forgot my keys in the car!"

>She turns back out.

>Granny noticed nothing. And she was driving with those on. Holy fuck.

>Mad scramble. Your fingers slip out of Applejack's slit the moment she hops up and pushes you under the table and she quickly tosses on her top and skirt.

>You're on the floor.

>Fuck, fuck, fuck! Escape through the backdoor! That's your only---

"Applejack?"

>Instantly you roll from under the table all the way over to the wall, next to the opening door.

>You were lucky enough to have tossed your clothes against this wall earlier, but you can't move to put them on now. You stay completely frozen. Wear poker face.

>Eventually Granny Smith begins walking into things in the kitchen with her new glasses on, so Big Mac rushes in to help her.

>Everyone gone. Applejack immediately ushers to the door and whispers urgently to you,

"Go go! You're clear---I'll see you tomorrow!"

>Bounce up immediately. Grab clothes and shoes and run outside before anyone can come back to the living room.

>Once outside, you make a mad dash, barefoot, towards home.

>Don't get far before a police siren blares behind you.

>FFUUUUUUUUUCKKKK

>An officer steps out of car.

>It's Soarin'. He shakes his head and grins.

"Dood... what are you doing out here like that?"

>Say first thing that pops into head.

"Streaking."

>Damnit.

Soarin' shakes his head again, as if expecting that answer. Officer is amused. "That isn't how you streak, man. Gotta lose the underwear. I can give you warning this time, so long as you don't do it again. Are we clear----"

>He sniffs. You're beginning to hate it when people do that.

"Is that... do I smell the Apple's apple pie?" he almost begins drooling.

>You nod slowly.

"Love that stuff. Tell you what... if you can get me a free pie, I'll forget this ever happened."

>Pie smell must override sex smell. Can't fault him.

>Repeat slow nod.

"Great. Just drop it by the station. Have a good night!"

>Gets back into police car. Leaves.

>You blink. You blink a few times. Then get dressed. Right in the middle of the street.

>Then you walk home.

 

 

>Today was a good day.