>You hear the door open and your heart leaps.  Finally, your sweetheart is home.
>She's found work more easily since ponies have come to your world, and as any strong mare, she does physical labor.
>She slams the door behind her and stiffly steps into the living room.  You resist the urge to run up to her, walking instead.
"Applejack!"
>Your pure joy at seeing her is genuine; she's been such a beacon of light in your life.  Before you met one another, you didn't have much to live for, and even less motivation.
>Since then, you've been a completely different person.  You found a good job, you keep the house spotless, and you've even picked up long-dead creative pursuits.
>The difference she's made in your life is immeasurable, and your nightly reunion with this incomparable mare is the highlight of the day.
>"Durrykins!"
>She's reared up on her hind legs and throw herself onto your chest.  She pulls you against her, your arms a shelter from the burdens of the day.
>She's weary-looking, the day having beaten down her body, but not her soul.  Her tired eyes relax as you meet, her aching body finding respite pressed into yours in a tight, blissfully comforting embrace.  If you didn't know better, you'd swear she was trying to burrow herself into you.
"I missed you."
>"Mmmmm, I missed you too, sugarcube."
 
>You wish the embrace would never end.  She's warm and relaxed against your body, finally home after the day's work.
>You hold her as tight as you can, careful to never, ever take for granted her presence and the changes she made in your life.
>Eventually she relents, and goes back to all-fours.
"How was it today?"
>"Eh, same as any day.  Long."
>She looks up at you with half-lidded eyes, so grateful to be home.  Home with you.
>You take her hat from her head and hang it for her, exposing her unkempt blonde mane.  It's messy, dirty, and splendid.  She never understood your appreciation for her natural beauty.
>She tosses her mane and scratches her neck with a hoof, grunting in pain as her body stiffens from relaxation.
>Your stomach rumbles, interrupting the moment.
"You hungry hun?"
>She hangs her head, continuing to rub her neck.  "Nah, no thanks sugarcube.  I'm right worn out."
"You wanna go lay down for a bit?"
>"That sounds mighty nice.  I'm just plain beat."
>She walks past you on her way to the bedroom, and you take a playful swipe at her backside.
>"Ha ha," she says, sarcastically, not breaking stride.
>You hear her plop down heavily on the bed while you turn to the kitchen to put supper in the oven.
>Dinner is soon all set and baking away.  You set the timer and make your way to the bedroom for some quality time with AJ.
 
>"H-hey you!"
>She's startled by your playful slap at her flank.  She's belly-down on the bed, her head in a pillow, her tail still bound and hanging off the side of the bed.
>"What do ya think you're doing Durry?"
"Just reminding you I still notice you."
>She shakes her head.  "Whatever, I still don't see why you keep me around."  She props herself up a bit on her front legs.  "I ain't around to cook or clean, and I come home lookin' a hot mess every night."
>You tug playfully at her tail, grabbing it at the base and flopping it side to side.
"Yeah, maybe.  But you're my hot mess."
>You stroke her side now, her tired aching muscles still tense under your hand.
>"If you say so."
>You keep slowly running your hand along her torso while she sighs.  Her legs are splayed out behind her; she very clearly just flopped down on the bed, not taking the time to lie more comfortably.
>You're distracted by her backside; her position makes her butt curve upwards slightly, accentuating her already curvacious frame.  You can't think of anything more-
>"Durry?"
>Her voice snaps you back to attention, taking your stare off of her hindquarters.
"Yeah Applejack?"
>She's looking over her shoulder, all the tiredness in her body made manifest in her eyes.  Her voice is coarse and pleading.
"You think... maybe you could rub my back a while?"
 
>You're delighted to oblige, but you don't say a thing as you stand alongside the bed, overlooking her prostrate form.  Her eyes droop shut as you lean over her.
>Soon enough, your strong hands are pressing into her shoulders, deeply massaging her tired, sore muscles.  Her breath snags in her throat as you work at her; you know by now what spots to hit, and how hard, to relieve the stress from her body.  She wants to groan, but it gets caught on the way out.
>Even still, she's loosening up already.  Her front legs are sprawled out in front of her, while her compact, powerful body turns to jelly beneath your hands.  You press her upper body down hard into the mattress.  Suddenly her spine pops loudly, and her shoulders shift downwards considerably.
>"Ooooh, hoo-hoo-hoo, oh man."  She's almost panting from the release of tension.  "Hoo boy."
>You keep at it, pressing deeply and gently, massaging her from the middle of her back upwards to her neck.  Her mane is pulled together and tossed to the side, clearing the way for your hands to wipe away the day.
>You're making long strokes now; your steady, firm pressure on both sides of her is just what she needed.  She's moaning long and low with each pass.
>Each time you start, you move a little bit lower.  Inch by inch, your hands lift the worries and fears and stresses of the day from her indefatigable body.  Bit by bit, you move closer to her hips.
 
>Eventually, you're starting right at the base of her tail, right where those broad, powerful hips meet her sturdy legs.
>You take the time to appreciate her form.  You've always found her irresistible in every way, but her body is truly a work of art.  Taut, power-packed muscles form her curvacious flank, constrained only by her beautiful orange coat.  Her legs may be her money-makers, but from where you're sitting, the fatty flesh where they attach is the greatest sight in the world.
>You must resist the urge to-
>"Durry..."
>Her voice is dreamy, lost in the ecstasy of your hands.
"Hmm?"
>"Can you rub my hips?"  She reaches a hoof back and taps her cutie mark.  "Right about here."
>You place a hand on either side of her, relishing the thick, heavy flesh in your hands.  You linger for just a moment before you press into her.  Not with your hands, but with your arms, both hands pressing inwards.
>Another pop emanates from her body as she sighs in relief.  You exhale yourself, enjoying the feel of her wonderful backside in your hands.
>You continue massaging her, now combining squeezing her in your hands, as well as working her joints with larger movements.
>Each time you press inward on her hips, you press her flanks together, forming an inviting valley of auburn, a lovely mound of flesh on each side.  You press harder each time, deepening the valley that's formed, and squeezing even tighter at her with your hands.
 
>"Durr... Durry, you can stop, if you're gettin' tired."
>You ignore her and press on, squeezing her wonderfully thick cheeks between your hands, while her tail swishes around, seemingly involuntarily.
>You eventually just start using one hand, taking your face and pressing it into the un-massaged side.  The warm, velvety flesh is indescribably soft and smooth against your cheek.
>"Hah, what're you... what are you doing Durry?"
>Your only response is to plant a kiss on her cutie mark.
>"Hmmpf!  You're so silly.  I don't get why you... ah!"
>You nip at her now, pinching her skin between your teeth as her body reacts as though it were struck by a bolt of lighting.  Her soft fur stands on end as you seamlessly switch sides.
>"Darn you.  Cut that out."
>You pay her no mind, pressing your face into her cutie mark on the other side now, entranced completely.
>Now, your free hand moves its way down her leg.  You feel the sinew pulled tightly around her strong bones while you're doing your best to indulge your face in her assets.
>Your hand moves back up her leg now, gently pulling it aside to spread her slightly, and you feel her heat radiating from within.
>You both jump as the oven timer screeches, snapping you back to reality.
"Darn you.  Gettin' me all riled up before dinner."
>You stand back up, helping her to her hooves.  She's moving much more easily now.
"You're gonna pay for that bite Durry, ya know that right?"