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Bonus chapter for "Apple of my Eye". This is for all the horny people 😏😏

♡ Obvious minors dni warning

♡ I mean it - minors, I will tell your parents

♡ wlw fanfic - men go away 💞

🍋 Lesbian sex. A lot. It's heavy. It's graphic. Lots of details. This is a warning.

🍋 Includes: a lot of vaginal action. Fingering, cunnilingus, body worship 💞 thigh riding, scissoring, a lot of kissing, BASICALLY SEX

READ CHAPTER ONE FIRST

~ Apple of my Eye bonus chapter 🍋🍋 ~

"And that's the last one fresh outta the oven. Thanks for helping me again, darlin'," Applejack smiled at you as she rested the final apple pie on the countertop. You washed your hands free of any doughy residue but as you did you noticed Applejack staring in the corner of your eye.

"What is it?" You asked, a little confused as she stared at your hands. You grew even more confused when she smiled and slid behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist.

"Yknow, you had some real technique kneading that dough," She spoke softly, almost sultry into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

Her fingers drew circles on your hips and you felt her lips against the back of your neck. "It got me thinkin', since we're a thing now..." She trailed off as her hands squeezed your thighs and it finally clicked in your mind what she was trying to do.

"What-" you look at the very large open window "-in the kitchen? Someone could walk in or even see us through the window," You protested, ignoring her hands travelling all over your upper body.

"You don't find the risk of getting caught enticin'?" She spun you around and placed her hands either side of you, trapping you against her and the counter.

"What if your little sister walks in?!" You protest further, afraid of scaring sweet Apple Bloom.

Applejack paused and stood back, an expression that you couldn't decide was either disgust or panic at the thought of her little sister catching her in the act.

"Fine, you win. I'm sure you'd find my bed much more comfortable anyways, darlin'," She took your hand gently and guided you upstairs to her room.

You were nervous to say the least, and Applejack saw that in your expression. She squeezed your hand and pulled you slowly toward her bed, making you sit down next to her.

"If you don't wanna do this, you gotta tell me. I won't do anythin' you don't wanna do, ok?" She reassured you as she tucked a loose hair behind your ear.

You thought about it for a moment. All these weeks pining over Applejack had led to a few nights thinking about her in sexual ways. You'd imagine your hands were hers, exploring your body all the way down to that sweet spot between your legs, aching for her to give you that release you craved. But of course, it wasn't her, and once you were done, you'd only ache for more.

She squeezed your hand again, awaiting confirmation. You appreciated her concern but you had already made up your mind. So, to answer her question, you traced your thumb over her soft lips and smiled and brought her face to yours so the two of you could share a kiss.

You easily matched rhythm with her, your lips feeling completely natural against hers as the kiss became more needful, her tongue meeting yours. A hand reached the back of your neck and gently gripped your hair, tugging your head back slightly as she left your mouth to whisper in your ear.

"Lie back for me, love'."

You shivered as her hot breath hit your skin but you did as you were told. You lay back in the middle of her bed, head resting against the pillows and watched as she straddled your thighs, looking down at you with clear superiority in her expression. Her hands trailed up your hips and along your waist, but she stopped just below your chest. A pointer finger circled each breast slowly until eventually she grew tired and rid of your shirt, leaving your top half exposed.

"No bra?" A look of surprise on her face as she looked at you only to be met with a smile.

"Easier for you isn't it?" You retorted, albeit shakily as her hands returned to your bare skin. A gentle laugh escaped her as she cocked a brow, "You think about me in these situations, sweetheart?" She whispered, cockiness obvious in her voice, as she leant down.

Shivering beneath her fingertips, you muttered a soft moan as her lips pressed against the skin of your neck. She scattered kisses and bites all over your neck, not enough to hurt you but just enough to leave faint marks on your skin. A breathy moan escaped as she licked all the way up from your collarbone to your ear, gently biting the lobe before she raised her body back up to admire her work.

Your hands were rested on her hips so you began to trace your hands up and down along her waist. You tugged at the hem of her shirt, wanting her to be rid of it and she took no time to argue. She unbuttoned her flannel and threw it off, but you were sad to see a tank top had been hiding underneath.

She noticed your disappointment and chuckled.

"Now now, don't you worry. This is comin' off too,"

You watched in awe as the tank top slowly slid up her body, Applejack purposely taking her time to rile you up. She wanted you aching.

Once the top was raised over her chest, you watched as her breasts were released from the constricting fabric, quite happy to see that she too had no bra. You reached out to feel them, but she grabbed each of your wrists and pinned them on each side of your head.

"Now what do you think you're doin', hm?" She asked, clearly mocking you. Her lips met yours again before you could respond but her kisses were soft and sweet so you didn't protest much at all. The rough skin of her right hand carefully massaged your left breast but she expertly avoided the peak that craved attention. You wanted to whine it protest in some way but your breath caught in your throat as you felt her hand travel to the waistband of your jeans. She unbuttoned and unzipped them easily as she kept her other hand gripped on your wrist.

She pulled away from your lips to look into your eyes. She loved those eyes.

"I love you, Y/N," the sentence left her lips naturally as if she'd said it a hundred times before leaving you shocked. "In fact," She continued, understanding you'd be a little nervous to respond, "let me show you how much I love you."

You didn't have much time to react as she was already removing the rest of your clothes, leaving you completely bare. She sunk down between your thighs and traced her hands over your hips and along your outer thighs.

She looked up at you, "Is this alright?"

Your response came in the form of a nod as you bit your lower lip. A few experimental kisses were planted on your inner thighs, sending shivers through your body. They were soft, almost ticklish, making you squirm with each kiss. Her tongue trailed from one thigh to the other, ghosting over your folds every time, leaving you practically begging for it. Once you finally started whining and moving your hips, she went for it.

Her tongue dug into your folds and trailed up to your clit, flicking it a few times before trailing back down. She lifted her head up to look at you and saw you were gripping the sheets with your head laid back against the pillows, so she took that as permission to keep going. She began to work fervently on your clit with her tongue as you ground your hips softly against her face, moaning at the pleasure.

"God, you taste so sweet, love," Applejack moaned into you, causing you to arch your back at the sensation.

When Apple gently pressed a finger into you, you relaxed entirely. Moans escaped your lips and your body writhed underneath her. She stopped licking for a moment to curl two fingers inside you, and she guessed she hit the perfect spot as a loud moan spilled from your mouth. She continued to abuse that spot as she returned to working on your now swollen clit with her tongue, and you felt a fuzziness begin to build in your lower abdomen.

"I think I'm close," You managed to force out between moans, and you felt her smile against you.

"Let go for me, pretty girl," with that, you came at last against her mouth, locking her head between your shaking thighs. She gripped your legs with a tight grasp to bring herself back up, carefully removing her fingers and licking away the evidence of your release. She leant over you to kiss you, and you moaned into the kiss when you tasted yourself on her tongue.

You were the first to pull away, speaking with shaky breaths, "Your turn."

She stood up from the bed to remove the rest of her own clothing until she was bare. You admired her from head to toe, wishing you could count every freckle on her gorgeous skin.

She straddled one of your thighs and coated the palm of her hand with her saliva to spread it along the smooth skin of your leg and you sat up to be closer to her and kissed her.

She slowly lowered herself onto you. The friction against her throbbing clit was immediate ecstacy as she ground her hips against you and gripped your shoulders for stability. As she rocked, she found it increasingly harder to suppress her own moans until she eventually let loose and tilted her head back. Your hands were rested on her hips, helping her keep her rhythm as you whispered sweet praises into her ear - how sweet she sounded or how delicious she looked riding your thigh.

Apple felt her orgasm nearing as you started to bounce your leg, but she had other ideas. She stopped grinding and pushed you down onto the pillows and lifted your free leg onto her shoulder. She lifted herself so her aching heat was just above yours and she looked at you, eagerly waiting for permission. You nodded in response.

Biting her lip, she lowered herself back onto you and moaned aloud, wetness mixing with eachother as she ground against your throbbing pussy to a perfect rhythm. You moaned and panted, still extremely sensitive, and you felt your second orgasn quickly building as she rocked her clit against yours in desperation.

Growls and moans filled the room as Apple grinded into you with fervour, her orgasmn building at an alarming rate, desperate to feel that release she craved. She looked down at you with lust-filled eyes and you whined at the eye contact, closing your eyes and tilting your head back against the pillows.

Her hand gripped your leg with whitened knuckles as her stomach went tight and she let out a wild moan as she reached her high, turning it into a growl as she continued to overstimulate herself so you could finish too. The fuzziness in your abdomen faded and you were filled with ecstacy as she ground deeper into you, your back arching and you moaning loudly. She watched you shake and jolt as she slowed down her grinding until she eventually came to a stop, panting heavily.

She lifted herself off of you and lay next to you, opening an arm for you to lay in her chest. You gladly did so, now exhausted and just wanting her close to you in peaceful bliss. Her heartbeat slowed and she massaged your scalp gently with her fingertips. She wanted to get you cleaned up, but a minute of rest wouldn't hurt.

"Apple?" You spoke up breathily.

"Yes, love?"

"I love you too."

You felt her tense against you and you realised she'd completely forgotten she had said she loved you earlier. You looked up at her, laughing at her reddened cheeks and kissed them softly.

"Let's get cleaned up."

[sup3rsexy-ax0lotl]

I've recently started watching mlp again (despite being in my mid teens) and I swear I am going to wife up Applejack. It is my life goal.

♡ 18+ fanfic

♡ Will include smut if I feel like it y'all be patient

♡ A lot of cheesy romance ahead, you've been warned 🧍🧍

♡ This is a wlw fanfic so men go away 😌💞

♡ Mild blood warning but not too bad it's a little tiny cut

~ Apple of my Eye ~

You'd grown familiar with the people of Ponyville, though you were very much closer to some than others, but despite that everyone loved seeing you around the town. Your closest friends were the "Main Six" of Ponyville: Twilight, Rarity, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie and Applejack (your best friend from the whole group).

You and Applejack had grown a bond unlike any of the rest of the people in the Ponyville. She made you feel special and always made sure you were comfortable and happy with your work. Even on her busy days tending to her farm she would spare a minute to talk to you. Of course if she ever needed help you would drop everything immediately to aid her in anything she needed; be it apple picking or repainting the barn.

As your friendship grew with Applejack, however, you couldn't help but notice a heaviness in your chest whenever the two of you were apart. But it would feel even heavier when you were together.

At first, it left you confused, but as it started to interfere with your work, you grew frustrated. Why wouldn't this feeling ever go away? Why couldn't you go a day without thinking about Applejack? It just didn't make sense to you.

Having had enough of this feeling, you consulted with the rest of your friends about your heavy heart only to be met with the four of them smiling between each other.

"Darling," Rarity spoke up, "it seems to us that you may have a certain... fondness for dear Applejack. Perhaps one that friends wouldn't normally have?"

You blinked.

What?

"What Rarity is trying to say," Twilight spoke out, smiling at you, "is that it's clear you like Applejack as more than a friend,"

Then it hit you.

You liked Applejack.

How had you not figured that out sooner?

Finally seeking out the conclusion you were looking for, you decided to go home, hoping to get the first good night's rest you'd been missing out on for days.

The next morning, you headed straight for Sweet Apple Acres to check if the Apple family needed any help. You noticed Big Mac and Apple Bloom out on the fields tending to some newly sprouted trees, Apple Bloom jumping in excitement while Big Mac kept his usual soft smile.

You leaned against the fence and called out to them, "Hey guys! Is Applejack around?"

"Oh hey Y/N! Yeah she's just over there picking for apples. She could use some help I think,"

Apple Bloom pointed towards some trees further out and you realised you would be alone with Applejack for a while.

You swallowed hard and made your way towards her.

~×~

"Whoo, that is mighty fine work. Thanks a lot for helping me again with the pickin' sugar cube," Apple said with a slight pant to her voice as she rested a hand on your shoulder. The two of you had managed to fill two barrels with vibrant red and green apples.

"You're welcome, Apple Pie," You smiled at her, but brushed her hand off of you to pick up one of the barrels.

"How many times have I told ya not to call me that?" She questioned, but laughed as she did so, picking up the other barrel. You laughed with her but gave no response, feeling no need to. Anyways, you liked hearing her laugh.

"Oh, would you look at those beauties," Granny Smith remarked as you placed your barrel down on the kitchen floor. "You strong girlies need a rest. I'll get you both some Apple cider, how's that sound?"

She was already pushing the two of you out of the room before either of you could object, so you both shrugged at each other and sat down on the porch, watching the sky turn pink. 

Applejack sighed as she took off her hat to lean against the wall, her eyes closed, a peaceful expression on her face. You opened your mouth to speak but decided against it and kept quiet, letting her rest. Noticing Apple Bloom and Big Mac still out on the fields, you smiled and thought about how happy you might be if you were part of the Apple family. They always seem to have fun; even on busy days.

"What's wrong sweety?" Applejack interrupted your thoughts and you noticed a frown had made its way onto your face.  You looked up to meet her eyes, their green hue glowing in the golden light of the sunset, and you sighed.

"I-"

"Here you go dearies, some nice cold cider," Granny Smith's voice cut in as she carefully carried the cider out onto the porch on shaky legs.

"Oh, let me take that from ya Granny." Applejack took the two drinks from Granny Smith's hands and smiled as she passed yours to you. You took it with a quiet "thank you."

"Now, what were you goin' to say there, sugar?" Applejack inquired, but you just responded by saying you remembered you had some work to do before the week ended. She offered to help you but you kindly declined, your mind racing at the thought of her being in such a close proximity to you. You sighed again and sipped on your cider, ignoring Applejack's stare.

~×~

After finishing your drink you said your goodbyes to the Apple family, offering a quick glance at Applejack before leaving. You were headed back to your home in the town, deep in thought when the shrill screech of a voice hit your ears.

"Y/N!!"

You stopped dead in your tracks and turned to the voice that had scared you, recognising it as your friend Pinkie Pie. "Oh, hey Pinkie," You smiled at your excited friend, though admittedly it was forced.

"You look sad, Y/N. What happened?" She asked, concern clear in her voice. Before you could answer, she gasped and came to her own conclusion.

"DID YOU TRY TALKING TO APPLEJACK!?" You slapped your hand over her mouth and shushed her, pulling her behind a building. "Yes but shut up I don't need everyone in Ponyville knowing I like Apple, okay?" You practically begged, and she nodded, even going as far as to Pinkie promise not to tell anyone.

"Maybe, try telling her tomorrow?" She inquired and you nodded, but you felt your stomach twist into a knot.

~x~

As soon as the sun was shining through your window you stumbled out of bed and made the dreaded journey to Sweet Apple Acres. You decided doing what Pinkie insisted would be better for you in the long run, not wanting to have her hovering over your shoulder every hour of every day.

The walk was slow due to hesitation filling your body and the fear of confessing making your blood run cold. This feeling was unfamiliar to you; you'd never liked anyone this much before. And the thought of losing Applejack's friendship was even scarier.

"No. I can't think about that," You whispered to yourself, clenching your fists and continuing the journey on steady feet.

~×~

"Heya darlin'," Applejack called out from the porch as she noticed you walking up the path, "You're startin' to spoil me with all this help you're givin'," She joked with a wink, making your heart stop. Letting out a nervous laugh, you rubbed your shoulder and looked her in the eye. They were sparkling again in the warm light of the sunrise, and you felt your stomach twist tighter as you fell for her even harder.

"Well anyways, everyone's out working on the fields today, so that leaves us baking apple pies. That okay with you, Sugar?" Applejack informed and you nodded, smiling slightly.

You'd be working alone with Applejack.

Upon entering the kitchen, Applejack assigned you the role of apple preparation while she made the dough. She carefully passed you a knife to cut the apples after washing them and you began chopping. A peaceful silence washed over the two of you as you concentrated on your tasks, but of course, Pinkie's words sat at the back of your mind.

"Try telling her," echoed through your thoughts and you clenched the knife a little harder.

Just try making conversation first.

"So, how come we're making pies?"

"We're runnin' low on baked goods so Granny told me to start makin' some more. That, and, we make a pretty good team," She beamed at you and you felt the blood rising to your cheeks so you quickly looked back down to continue chopping.

"Yeah, I suppose we do..."

"Honey, you seem a little down. What's wrong, Sweety?"

You felt panic shoot through you and started to shake. 'Be honest,' was the next thing. You continued cutting with a shaking hand. 'No, if I was honest now I'd ruin everything,' you thought, so deep in your own doubts you were no longer paying attention to how you were cutting.

You felt the blade come down on your finger and you hissed, pulling away and clenching your hand tight.

"Fucking shit," You cursed in a panic.

Applejack looked over to you with wide eyes.

"Y/N!" She rushed over to you and took your hand, holding it over the sink as she ran cold water over your bleeding finger. She left you for a minute to grab a clean cloth and a bandaid and returned to you with a furrowed brow.

"That was stupid. What the hell is goin' on with you, sugar cube?"

You looked down at her hand holding yours, your cut freshly cleaned and covered. A hand met your cheek and you looked back up at Applejack, her face now more concerned than angry.

"You've been awful distracted lately, what's on your mind?"

Her hand left your cheek to rest on your shoulder, a sad smile growing on her face. You couldn't help but feel like this was going to be the end of a wonderful friendship - just the thought of Applejack avoiding you made you feel sick.

You sighed.

'Now or never.'

"Applejack I... I like you. A lot. As more than a friend."

...

Silence filled the room.

You started to panic.

"Fuck I messed up," You thought to yourself.

But just as you were about to pull your hand away, her grip tightend, and you looked up to see a smiling Applejack with a pink tint resting on her cheeks.

"Sweety, was that all?" She laughed softly.

"You're not uncomfortable or upset?"

"Upset? Hun, why would I be upset? I've been racking my brain trying to think of ways to tell you I... I like you too."

"I like you too."

Those words echoed in your mind and you felt your body finally relax for the first time in weeks.

"You like me too?" You spoke in awe, smiling as a wave of relief washed over you.

A soft pair of lips to your forehead were conformation enough for you and sighed a contented sigh, looking Applejack in eye.

"I do," She whispered as she leaned in closer to you until you felt her lips fall against yours. The kiss was sweet and you both very easily found a rhythm that felt natural, as if you'd already kissed a thousand times before.

Her lips were soft, and you could taste the fainted taste of apples on your tongue.

Her hand caressed your cheek, down your jaw and rested on your collar bone as she pulled away, leaving you breathless.

"Now," Applejack started, "since we've got all that mushy shit outta the way, how about we get back to bakin'," She gestured at the mess on the kitchen counter and you laughed, nodding your head.

"This time, I'll do the choppin'."