Plum Tuckered
A present for a friend's birthday, this is the most graphical thing I've ever written. Obviously I couldn't deny her request, but I refused to write borderline clop material. I don't believe it's bad enough to warrant an M rating, I worked to make sure that there were no overly detailed moments. If you do not believe in sexual activity amongst ponies or find it offensive than you may just want to skip this chapter and wait for a friendlier update.
Anypony still reading?
Applejack had a nasty habit of overworking herself, it was a trait most of the Apple family had. This, mixed with a stubborn sense of pride, made for a dangerous combination. She would awake early in the morning and work late into the evening. It had always taken its toll on the poor pony on more then one occasion. It didn't really happen that often though, only when Big Macintosh wasn't able to help. Not to say it hadn't interrupted any special moments, in fact Dash could always recall one particular instant when her marefriend's fatigue had gotten in the way of their activities.
It had been a scorcher of a day, with Celestia's sun blaring down on Ponyville. A low of at least ninety degrees and no sign of Big Macintosh, this was when Applejack's pigheadedness was truly showing. Her brother and grandmother were both stuck in bed over the flu, leaving Applejack, Applebloom, and the pegasus without any ailments. Rainbow, who felt guilty over the fact that it had been her weather team to create the heat wave, had constantly begged Applejack to stay inside for the day. "No doin' Rainbow, if Big Mac can't work today than Ah sure as hay can. 'Sides this ain't the worst condition Ah've ever worked under."
That did little to reassure the pegasus, whose more compassionate side had emerged. "But –"
"Listen sugarcube, it's sweet that your worried an' all, but Ah can handle this. Y'know Ah can, right?"
"Yeah . . ." it killed her to admit it, but if anypony could do work in such heat it was AJ.
"Now Ah can't work with ya breathin' down my neck, weren't you supposed to be readin' with Twi today?"
"It can wait," Dash assured.
"No, it can't. Go Rainbow!" she ordered, arousing the pegasus.
"Fine!" the winged mare shouted right back. "How did I end up with such a stubborn marefriend?"
"Because nopony else would date an egghead like you." She teased, kissing Dash's cheek.
"Whatever," she waved her hoof in the air before trotting off down the road to Ponyville.
"Actually I enjoyed that one," Twilight said, walking alongside Rainbow Dash.
"Why, I mean it just wasn't Daring. Seriously, aliens?" the pegasus rolled her eyes at the notion of somepony actually liking that horrific book.
"To each their own Rainbow," they stopped outside the fence to the farm, watching the sun creep lower and lower behind the hill. "Say hi to Applejack for me," the unicorn turned back the way she came.
"You're not coming with?"
"I wish, but thanks to a certain somepony I have to go clean the popcorn, chips, and soda spills off the library carpet."
Needless to say Dash got the hint. "Why not have Spike do it?"
"Because after last time he made me promise he would never have to clean up after you again." Twilight walked away, chuckling over how clever her assistant had been. Rainbow laughed, jumping over the gate and marching up to the front door of the house, whistling a tune she couldn't put a name to.
No sign of Applejack in the orchard gave her a small smile. Maybe she went inside the second I left! She hoped, crossing the feathers on her wings. "Applejack, I'm home!" she shouted gleefully, the thought of Applejack having remained in the air conditioned house all day brightening up . . . everything. Dash had expected the farm mare to greet her with open hooves, and maybe an open mouth. She did receive a greeting, but it was from the younger of the Apple family sisters.
"Hey'ya Rainbow Dash," Applebloom walked into the kitchen, her bow burnt to a blackened crisp that could crumble at any given moment. "Mah sis is still outside, but Ah'm sure she'll be in soon, it's getting' too dark to buck apples."
"Uh . . ." Dash stared at the well-done fabric on the filly's head, debating on whether or not to ask. It immediately struck her that she didn't have to ask, Occam's razor said that the simplest answer was the right one and in this case it couldn't be truer. "Any luck finding your cutie mark?"
"Nah, but Ah'm sure we'll have them by tomorrow."
"Didn't get any arson charges pressed against ya today?"
"No ma'am."
"Good," Dash ruffled the filly's mane, finding her guess that the bow would crumble to be correct. They both stared at it for a long period of time, waiting for the other to clean it up. Eventually Applejack trudged her way inside, giving the winged pony a reasonable excuse to move away from the mess. "Hey AJ," she welcomed, surprised over Applejack's lack of disdain at the mess in the near-center of the kitchen. She followed the sweaty mare into the living room, leaving Applebloom to take care of what used to be her bow. She could hear an exasperated sigh from back in the kitchen, followed by some incoherent mumbling.
Applejack crashed onto the couch, pulling off her soaked hat and dropping it onto the floor. "Ah can't tell ya how great it is to be back in air conditionin'." She groaned, wiping at her forehead. "How was your day?" she asked, eyes straining to remain open and focused.
"Fun, Twilight says hi." Rainbow brushed dirt off of Applejack's back.
"Hi Twilight," she began waving to the fireplace, her voice rising and lowering in pitch with each syllable.
"Uh, right. It's been a long day hasn't it?"
"Ah'm just kiddin', no need ta threat." A halfhearted giggle from Rainbow Dash that did little to cheer her up, Applejack rose to a sitting position.
"Just relax for a minute, alright?"
"Ah'm fine Dash, a little sore but it's nothi . . ." the earth mare had fallen asleep, jerking awake within ten seconds.
"You can barely stay awake!" Dash knew if anything could bring Applejack out of her drowsiness it'd be a good ole fashioned argument.
"If y'all say so," worry increased. Applejack had never been too tired to argue! Clearly that tactic wasn't going to do any good. Using a last resort, Rainbow pointed her hoof at the stairs.
"Bed. Now." She commanded, staring down the work mare. This seemed to be the final straw because suddenly a second wind of energy flooded Applejack, allowing her to jump off the couch and walk back into the kitchen were Applebloom was busy cleaning. The young filly had the handle of a dust pan in her mouth and was sweeping up the ashes of fabric, looking out of the corner of her eye as the two mares entered the room.
"For the last time I am not tired, so quit askin' and help me start dinner!" for some reason Applejack had a much better voice for giving orders, that's not to say Dash would listen. Noticing Applebloom, the wingless mare took a deep breath and calmed down. "Please," her pupils trailed to the filly, hoping Rainbow would get the message.
She did, "Sure, but if you need to sit down for a minute than do, alright?"
"Fine." A decent amount of tension filled the air as they went on with their evening. Applejack nodded off at least a dozen times in the first hour, violently shaking awake a moment later. Oddly she was fine after that, no hints of weariness whatsoever. Before long they were sitting at the table, listening as Applebloom recounted the events of her day.
"So Sweetie Bell put out the fire?" the pegasus questioned, biting into the steamed broccoli.
"Yep," a large smile grew on her face, proud that she and her friends hadn't burnt down the forest.
"So fire jugglin' ain't your special talents than?"
"Nope," the smile vanished. The two grown mares shared a laugh at the look of humiliation, disregarding Applebloom's blushing.
"I'm sure you'll get the next one, but make sure you try something a little safer." Rainbow advised.
"Would you?" Applebloom asked.
"No . . ." she shrugged, snickering.
"Alright, off ta bed before RD gives ya any bad ideas for tomorrow." Applejack commanded, grinning at Dash from across the small table. Besides a single groan, Applebloom listened to her sister without complaint, placing her dish in the sink and trotting up the stairs to her bedroom. "Y'know, Ah love that filly but Ah just wish she'd let her cutie mark happen."
"Which is worse, stubbornness or dedication?" Rainbow asked, moving to Applebloom's now vacant seat, closer to her marefriend.
"An' here Ah though they were synonymous, silly me." Applejack felt a hoof wrap around her own.
The violet eyed pony pushed the exhausted earth mare onto the bed, crawling on top of Applejack and delicately removing the Stetson, placing it on the nightstand, after all it was the earth mare's most prized possession. The day the feathered flyer treated that hat rudely was the day she'd kill herself. A humorous remark crossed her lips as she covered her Daring Doo book with the thing, mainly in the line of the adventurer averting her eyes to such an intimate moment. Applejack was far too tired to really process whatever it was the pegasus had said.
Dash breathed directly into the farm mare's ear a few times, loving just how much squirming it provoked. "Wow, you're really into this tonight aren't ya?" Her face was hovering an inch above the blonde's, wings unfurled and standing erect.
Applejack, yawning, glared at Rainbow in annoyance. "Could'ya just keep your mouth shut for this?" she groaned, stretching across the mattress. She couldn't remember the last time the lumpy old thing felt so heavenly, or the blanket so soft and inviting.
"Actually that would take away a lot of the fun." She began kissing the green-eyed pony's stomach, listening to the ever-decreasing sound of her moans, practically music to her ears. She was beginning to get excited herself, her own hoof traveling to between her back limbs. She couldn't wait to get to what was her second favorite part of the routine. Moving a centimeter at a time, Dash took forever to separate Applejack's thighs and come to the targeted area. Licking, sucking, nibbling; a nice mix of all three had her occupied, but it was something she had grown used to, along with the taste of the act. Immediately however she noticed something wasn't right.
Where was the spastic bucking of AJ's hips into her face, or the grinding against the bed, or even the hooves pushing on the back of her head? Most importantly where were those sounds of pure bliss that always filled her ears during these moments? A fear crept into her brain as she looked up over the farm mare's small stomach. Have I lost my touch overnight? Dash couldn't decide if she was relieved or annoyed at the sight of the softly snoring orange mare, on one hoof it wasn't an insult. Applejack had worked herself to the bone all day and had constantly been fighting sleep all evening. But it was a little sad knowing that during this of all things she had fallen asleep.
Temptation to awake her marefriend and start an argument over this, but she fought it and shrugged. There was always tomorrow night, and she'd make sure
Applejack would stay conscious for all of it. Until then all she could do was lay beside the earth pony and sleep. "You owe me," Dash whispered, biting the edge of the comforter and dragging it over her marefriend's sleeping form. The farmer quickly snuggled up with the blanket, muttering what could possibly have been thanks, though it sure didn't sound like one.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." The pegasus replied nonetheless, preparing to loop her arms around the earth mare in her usual fashion. "Nothing left to do but sleep I guess." A minute from trapping one of her forelimbs under Applejack, Rainbow Dash jumped out of the bed. "Or a cold shower," she groaned, trotting towards the bathroom.
A/N: To those offended, you were warned. To the friend that requested this, hope you liked it. Be wary though, any flames I get will be on your head. But hey, we'll roast marshmallows with them.
The next update will be a bit more lighthearted, and I do have a planned little arc coming up that may be formed as a separate story entirely.
Onto my personal little moments, I just finished watching Power Ranger Time Force and all I have to say is poor Wes. Also Dead Space is quite freaky with the lights off and volume high, plus everything that happens in the game is religion's fault, so yay!
One last thing I'd like to say is rest in peace John Ritter, your seventies escapades as Jack Tripper always bring a smile to my face.