[RGR] Apple Cuddles


                                            Original Poster: Frostybox (http://pastebin.com/u/frostybox)

                                            Reason this is posted here is because it's not binned in Frosty's bin.


                                            "So you want to come over... and cuddle?"

                                            >Applejack looks a little embarrassed to repeat herself, so she answers with a nod while avoiding your gaze.

                                            >You're about to speak before she beats you to it.

                                            >"I-If'n ya don't mind..."

                                            >You give her left ear a light scratch which always causes her to flick her right.

                                            "Sure, I don't mind at all."

                                            >Her grin is sweet enough to give you diabeetus.

                                            >"Really? Well alright then! I'll uh, I'll be over tonight," she says barely able to contain her excitement.

                                            >Aww, she's even flicking her tail back and forth, what a cutie.

                                            >You wave goodbye and leave her stand to go fuck about with the rest of your day.


                                            >Night time has fully set in, and you've got your pajamas on.

                                            >Nothing fancy, just a big shirt and shorts.

                                            >Normally it'd be just boxers, but you don't want to freak the orange mare out.

                                            >Speaking of, you figured she'd be here by n-

                                            >Three quiet knocks sound at your front door.

                                            >You open it to see Applejack standing there.

                                            "Howdy."

                                            >"How-" Her muzzle scrunches briefly causing you to chuckle.

                                            "C'mon in, I was just wondering if you were going to show up."

                                            >"O'course I was Anon, you think I would skip out on this after y'all done went an' said yes?"

                                            >You smile at the little scarlet faced mare and she steals glances at your face periodically.

                                            >After a few minutes of just standing in the living room you decide to speak up.

                                            "So, do you want a snack? Some water or anything? I've got juice."

                                            >"Uh, well... M-maybe afterwards, I wouldn't mind getting to the cuddlin'," she says with a questioning tone while lightly kicking at your floor.

                                            >Afterwards? Does she mean like in the morning?

                                            >You shrug and head towards your bedroom.

                                            >She shuffles along slowly behind you.

                                            >You turn to see her standing awkwardly in the doorway to your bedroom.

                                            "Well?"

                                            >"Y-y'all look really handsome Anon."

                                            >You look yourself over and give Applejack a dismissive look.

                                            "It's just pajamas."

                                            >Not even like a set or anything, you just threw some shit on so you wouldn't be mostly naked.

                                            >"S-still though..." she mumbles.

                                            >You chuckle as you climb into the bed.

                                            >Applejack timidly hops up on the other side.

                                            >She rests her Stetson on the post part of your headboard and glances back to you with a questioning look.

                                            >You nod in approval and she leaves her hat be.

                                            >You lay back and watch as Applejack removes the ribbons in her mane and tail letting them both spread out now that they've been freed.

                                            >She falls back onto the bed with you, sighing as she does so.

                                            >You can feel the tips of her mane against your arm, and the same tickle of her tail on your leg.

                                            >For a little while you both lay like this, next to each other, staring at the ceiling.

                                            >Her breathing and yours are the only sounds in the quiet room.

                                            >You can hear her take a sharp inhale and hold it.

                                            >The sheets shift slightly and an orange hoof snakes its way under your neck.

                                            >A smile forms across your lips and you try turning onto your side so you can hold the orange mare close.

                                            >You're surprised to find yourself turning the other way.

                                            >The hell?

                                            >Fucking earth pony stronk.

                                            >The soft warmth of her chest tuft is pressing against the back of your head like a pillow made of fuck yeah.

                                            >One of Applejack's forelegs are wrapped around your neck.

                                            >The other is tucked under your armpit and resting over your chest.

                                            >Applejack's muzzle is laying gently on top of your head.

                                            >Her hot breath spreads along your scalp.

                                            >Well... this certainly isn't what you were expecting.

                                            >It is pretty nice though.

                                            >Your head shifts forward and back just slightly as Applejack breathes.

                                            >You can hear the soft popping noise of her lips spreading apart and closing again.

                                            >Her jaw is shifting around on the top of your head.

                                            >Is she chewing on something up there?

                                            >That can't be very good for her little pone teeth.

                                            >The country mare shifts around behind you to hook a rear hoof over your hip.

                                            >Most of her body is pressed firmly against you now.

                                            >The comfyness of the whole ordeal is absolutely incredible.

                                            >A contented sigh escapes your lips as Applejack pulls you in a little tighter with her hooves.

                                            >You watch the moon for a while as you often do when waiting for sleep.

                                            >Really thought you'd have dropped much faster than normal thanks to Applejack's presence, but oddly enough you're having a little trouble.

                                            >Now that you're really thinking about it, it's because your back is all sweaty.

                                            >She may be comfy as all hell, but she's got the heat to match it.

                                            >Mostly in your lower back of all places.

                                            "Hey AJ?" you whisper.

                                            >"Y-yes Anon?" she whispers back.


                                            >"Do you mind if I get a little more comfortable?"

                                            >Oh sweet moon and stars it's finally happening!

                                            >You've been saddlebagging Anon for about an hour now.

                                            >Your mistake was realizing there was no way you knew of to get him in the mood for "cuddlin'."

                                            >He had no mane to bite at.

                                            >His ears were too far for you to reach while holding him.

                                            >And the darn colt is too dang long, no way you could reach down with a forehoof and give him a little rub.

                                            >Just holding him close like a mare ought to had you all wet and winking.

                                            >Normally a respectable mare'd keep her excitement contained, but you had to test the waters with this one.

                                            >And it just paid off.

                                            "Sure Anon, I don't mind at all."

                                            >He pulls himself away from your warm and comforting hold to turn over and face you.

                                            >Anon's arms reach out to you, and you reach out to him.

                                            >You close your eyes and pucker your lips.

                                            >Anon's gentle hands slide past your shoulders.

                                            >You're rotated onto your belly.

                                            >This colt wants a ride does he?

                                            >U-unf.

                                            >Then you're rotated further onto your side facing away from him.

                                            >Unf?

                                            >His arms spread out before you and wrap themselves around your chest, one above your forelegs and one under.

                                            >What the hay is he doing?

                                            >Anon slides forward and pressed his chest to your back.

                                            >Your tail is pressed up against his crotch, you can feel his warmth against your dock.

                                            >Anon's buried his face into your mane, his hot breath is creeping down your neck.

                                            >You can't help but shiver at the sensation.

                                            >Is he?

                                            >Did this colt just saddlebag you?!

                                            "Anon, what're yo-"

                                            >His hand, the one coming from his "above arm", it's grazing lightly against your tuft.

                                            >What were you saying again?

                                            >You can feel a pressure rise and fall against your back, it matches the rhythm of the warm breeze running down your neck.

                                            >Oh right, Anon's making you out to be the little stallion!

                                            >You're supposed to be the strong supportive saddlebag.

                                            >Not-

                                            >Something warm circles your belly.

                                            >Anon's hand, it's tracing small circles all along your stomach.

                                            >You let out a rattled breath.

                                            >Oh moon and stars that's hot.

                                            >Your dock tries raising your tail only for it to press up against Anon's member.

                                            >U-Unf.

                                            >A gentle scraping nose reaches your ears, Anon's other hand is still grazing through your tuft?!

                                            >UNF!

                                            >Your marehood is leaking more than the ceiling under the bathtub when Mac falls asleep while taking a bubble bath.

                                            >You're going to pop any moment.

                                            >Take control Applejack, this colt's got you all fired up now.

                                            >"Anon, I think ya got me all ready fo-"

                                            >He's asleep?

                                            >Did this colt really just tease you like this, and continue teasing you only to fall asleep?!

                                            >Serves you right, tell a colt you only want to cuddle and there's a chance he really does only cuddle.

                                            >You squeeze your thighs together, heard it helps cool one down.

                                            >In so doing Anon's hands shift slightly, it slides further down your belly.

                                            >All the way down to your...

                                            "Mmm, naaah!" you squeak.

                                            >"Hmm, wha-?"

                                            >Oh no!

                                            >His hands stop moving.

                                            >But they haven't moved away yet.

                                            >Worst thing that can happen now is he throws you out and you're getting bluebeaned as it is so...

                                            "Y-y'all can keep going..."

                                            >Anon's chest bumps against you lightly as he chuckles.

                                            >His upper hand continues running through your tuft.

                                            >This colt's lower hand however slides a little further south.


                                            >"Mmnn."

                                            "You like that AJ?"

                                            >She gasps as you pinch her winking clit gently, "Mmn Anon..."

                                            >Her hoof grips your forearm tightly as you slide a hand further down and spread her soaked lips.

                                            >This is absolutely not what you expected when she asked you to cuddle.

                                            >Most times when girls ask to cuddle, they usually mean just cuddling.

                                            >Being nudged out of your sleep to find that your hand was sliding down, and that she was into it?

                                            >Well, let's say you're not going to let an opportunity like that go by.

                                            >"Aah! Anon!" she moans as you roll her clit between your index finger and thumb.

                                            >The sweet scent of apples from her mane is mixing with her mucky scent that's beginning to fill the room with a lewd haze.

                                            >Applejack bites your shoulder, more of a nibble really, as you spread her lips apart again.

                                            >She continues nibbling, taking firmer bites in an effort to stifle the moans emanating from her throat.

                                            >And in what feels like a long time and no time at all...

                                            >AJ tenses in your arms, she throws her head back enough to bump your face.

                                            >Her thighs tighten firmly around your hand, trapping it in place.

                                            >Her soaking pussy lets loose and you can feel gush after gush of marecum spray against your fingers.

                                            >Eventually the country mare goes limp and you pull her close to you, after sliding yourself closer to the edge of your bed.

                                            >Probably going to need a new bed now.

                                            >You yawn deeply, exhaustion overtaking your boner's desire for horse pussy.

                                            >Applejack is asleep already anyway, it wouldn't be right.

                                            >You bury your face in her "Apple Medley" scented mane and find yourself joining her in a deep sleep.