An Apple Wrapped in Lace


                                            "Rarity! This is just outrageous," Applejack whines as she fidgets about nervously.


                                            "Now now, Applejack. Just because you're uncomfortable with the situation at hoof doesn't mean you should take it out on me."


                                            "Besides Darling, Anon is absolutely going to LOVE this," Rarity purrs, pulling a long thread tight.


                                            "Y-Ya really think so?" AJ asks, her ears perking up slightly.


                                            "Darling, you'll be fending him off with a stick. I promise."


                                            "R-Really? Ah mean, it's certainly..." Applejack gulps as she looks at herself in the mirror, "revealin'."


                                            "Sweetie, that's the point of lingerie. Now come on, step into these stockings; I need to make sure they fit right."


                                            The blonde-haired cowgirl nods as she tentatively steps into the pair of intricate black stockings.


                                            "Ah don't know 'bout this Rares."


                                            "AJ, darling, you were the one who asked for this," Rarity chides.


                                            Rarity grins mischievously as she pulls up Applejack's stockings, "So tell me, how good is he in bed?"


                                            "RARITY!"


                                            "What? I'm just curious! For a farm mare like yourself to come to me and ask for nightwear like this he must be quite something."


                                            "Ah didn't' ask for somethin' this intricate! Heck, Ah don't even know what this doohickey is!" AJ blurts out as she points to her hips.


                                            "Garter belt, sweetie. Now, come on; you simply must tell me. I'm doing this free of charge after all."


                                            "Well," AJ's gaze quickly finds the floor, "he's... built differently than a normal stallion."


                                            "Well I'd surely expect so, he is a self-proclaimed alien after all."


                                            AJ huffs, "Rares please, this is the first guy Ah've felt this way 'bout."


                                            "That's why I have to know, come on. What's it shaped like?"


                                            "Rarity," Applejack whines, sending a sidelong glance back at her friend.


                                            "Oh come on, a little friendly gossip won't hurt anyone."


                                            "I-It's a bit bigger than Ah know what ta do with... an' it ain't got a flare or ring on it."


                                            "Really now?" Rarity grins as she quickly circles around Applejack.


                                            AJ raises a hoof to her chin, "It's kinda shaped like one of em things ya put on yer eyes now that Ah think of it."


                                            "A cucumber?"


                                            "Yeah, that's it."


                                            "Oh my, how interesting," Rarity giggles.


                                            "Rares, please just hurry up. Yer makin' me all embarrassed."


                                            "I am I am darling, now what else."


                                            "He uses his hands," Applejack mumbles, her blush intensifying, "a lot."


                                            "How so?"


                                            Applejack swallows nervously, "Well, he stares inta my eyes, c-cups my face 'n strokes mah cheek before he s-slowly trails his hands along me."


                                            Rarity's eyes widen, "Go on."


                                            "H-He starts along mah jawline then moves ta mah lips, kissing them softly before he slowly slides his head down ta mah neck."


                                            Quickly losing interest in her work Rarity continues to press Applejack, "And? Then what?"


                                            "Then he tells me how pretty Ah am, t-that he loves me... 'n he slides his hand down to mah thighs, teasin' me as he kisses lower an' lower."


                                            Rarity's eyes slowly glaze over as she bites her lip, "Mmmm, a-and then?"


                                            "He slowly lifts mah legs up from the knees, drapin' em over his shoulders as he slides down between them..."


                                            "Go on," Rarity prompts, her breathing steadily growing heavier and heavier.


                                            "T-Then he slowly kisses up my thigh."


                                            Rarity desperately shifts her hind-legs as she loses herself in fantasy, "H-He kisses?"


                                            "Soft kisses, little pecks. It drives me wild."


                                            "I can imagine," Rarity trails off.


                                            "Then he starts to go further and further up..."


                                            "Go on..."


                                            "He looks up at me and softly, slowly," Applejack quickly flushes red as she realizes what she's saying, "Rares! Ah can't say more, just ain't right."


                                            "Oh! Yes, of course, I'm sorry," Rarity says, snapping out of her fantasy.


                                            AJ glances to the side, more than just a little worked up.


                                            "One last stitch," Rarity giggles nervously.


                                            "Thank goodness," Applejack sighs as Rarity quickly finishes her work.


                                            "I'm sorry darling, I just get a little... excited when it comes to romance, I hope you can forgive me."


                                            "It's fine," Applejack says, her cheeks still red.


                                            "Darling I really am happy for you, you took quite a while to finally let someone past that gruff cowpony exterior of yours," Rarity giggles.


                                            "Heh, yeah Ah guess Ah did."


                                            "He's a very lucky stallio- er, man. I hope he knows that."


                                            AJ turns to look in the mirror, "Ah sure hope this helps."


                                            "Trust me, darling it will, I promise you."


                                            AJ smiles and nods, "Thanks Rares."


                                            Rarity quickly sets to unclasping the lingerie and folds it into a small white bag.


                                            "Now! Go show your man just how much he means to you."


                                            "Trust me, Ah will."


                                            "And if you ever happen to want help taming that beast in the bedroom, I'd be more than happy to help," Rarity teases.


                                            "Rarity!"


                                            "What? I'm just offering my services as a friend."


                                            "Well thanks for the offer, but Ah think we're fine."


                                            "Fine, be that way. Now if you'll excuse me, you managed to get me quite worked up with that." Rarity blushes, shifting her hind legs once more.


                                            "Heh, sorry Rares," Applejack chuckles.


                                            "No, no, it's quite alright. I have more than enough to fantasize about."


                                            Applejack lets out an exasperated sigh, "Fine, as long as ya keep yer hooves ta yerself."


                                            "Of course, darling. Have fun with Anon," Rarity giggles as she floats the bag over to AJ.


                                            "Thanks again, Rares."


                                            "Good luck!"


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                                            AJ, more than a little frustrated, stands in front of Anon's house, fiddling with the handle.


                                            "Consarn it! Stupid thing, turn!"


                                            Still struggling to open the door, Applejack stands on her hind legs and pulls downward on the lever handle with her mouth; the feeling of metal rubbing against her teeth sending a shudder through her body.


                                            "There we go," she whispers to herself, carefully stepping inside before closing the door behind her.


                                            Applejack quickly makes her way through the house and up the stairs, its relative size having grown normal to her over the months.


                                            While Anon shouldn't be quite home yet, he will be soon. With any luck, she'll have just enough time for her to get ready and put on the overly-lacy sleepwear.


                                            Applejack takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself as she stands in front of the bedroom. Though she's more than a little nervous about the whole thing, she must admit she's eager to see Anon's reaction once he's home.


                                            Slowly, Applejack pushes the door open and steps inside.


                                            Her eyes immediately gravitate towards the bed as she makes her way to the side where Anon sleeps, smiling gently as she buries her face in his pillow.


                                            Applejack lets out a long relaxed sigh as she nuzzles into it, the smell of him putting her at ease.


                                            After a few more seconds, she reluctantly pulls her head away.


                                            With renewed confidence, Applejack opens the bag and sets to work laying the pieces out on the bed.


                                            Applejack takes a step back and looks at the outfit, a slight blush crossing her face. Though she's used to Anon seeing her more intimate side, somehow the addition of what barely constitutes as sleepwear excites her.


                                            Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening and closing rings out through the house. Hurriedly, Applejack set to work putting on the outfit, struggling with the many intricate clasps and bands.


                                            The sound of footsteps draws nearer as she attempts to pull up the stockings to her garter belt, "This would be so much easier if Ah had a horn," She grunts as she tightens the bands with her mouth.


                                            As Applejack struggles to make any headroom putting on the lacy stockings the door behind her swings open.


                                            A moment passes in utter silence as Anon stands in the doorway, drinking in the view in front of him.


                                            A long whistle fills the room as Anon closes the door behind him


                                            "Ya weren't supposed ta see it yet..." AJ turns her head to look at him, her fear melting away when she sees the softness of his eyes.


                                            "AJ, where did you get all this? You look fantastic." Anon asks as he draws closer.


                                            "Ah wanted to surprise ya, so Ah asked Rarity ta help me out. Didn't expect the darn stockin's ta be so hard ta put on though." She blushes as Anon kneels down beside her.


                                            "Here, let me help you." He chuckles softly as his hands trail down her hindleg and to the stocking, the rough end of his fingertips sending lightning through her as he goes.


                                            "God, these things make your ass look even better," Anon grins up at her and she feels her face flush red.


                                            "What brought all this on anyway?" Anon asks as he stands back to admire her.


                                            "Well... ya always do so much fer me. When we're together ya treat me like Ah'm the only mare 'n the world to ya. Ah just wanted to show ya how much it means ta me." Applejack says softly.


                                            "AJ while I definitely appreciate the view, you didn't have to go so far for me."


                                            "Ah know. But maybe... it's time ya had more proof that Ah feel that way. So just sit back an let me do all the work."


                                            Applejack quickly closes the gap between her and Anon as he sits down on the side of the bed.


                                            "So what do you want me to do exactly?"


                                            "Just sit right there..." She says mischievously, it's been a while since she was this excited; now it's finally her turn to be in control.


                                            Applejack quickly rises up on her hind legs as she presses her lips into his, fervently pushing her tongue into his mouth as his hand snakes around to cradle the back of her head.


                                            She breaks the lip lock and moves down to his neck, kissing and nuzzling him as she goes, feeling his pulse steadily rise beneath her lips.


                                            Quickly she darts down in between his legs, unable to resist any longer as she rubs her cheek against the bulge in his pants. Feeling the heat radiate off it as she presses her face into it.


                                            "You look like you're enjoying yourself," Anon chuckles softly as he runs his fingers through her mane.


                                            "How could Ah not, this big beautiful thing is all mine."


                                            Anon lets out a slow steady sigh as she undoes the button on his pants, her teeth gripping his zipper as she pulls it down, nose trailing along his boxers.


                                            Though she'd never be able to admit it, the smell drives her wild.


                                            Pulling the waistband of his underwear down, Applejack slowly kisses from the base of his stomach to just above his member.


                                            "You're really going all out tonight." He says, his voice sounding slightly more strained than normal.


                                            Applejack grins as she perches her lips on his tip and plants a long, slow kiss on it. The look on his face is more than worth the effort of teasing him. Calmly she pulls her lips from it, kissing down his toned thigh just like he had done to her so many times before.


                                            Quickly she slides her mouth up to the underside of his cock, nose pressed against the base as she stares up at it, drinking it in as it throbs against her lips.


                                            A shudder rocks through her as she parts her lips, tongue darting out to rub against his flesh.


                                            Applejack loses herself for a moment as her tongue rolls against the underside of his shaft, savoring the taste of a hard day's work as she stares up at him.


                                            It's the first time she's seen him look like this, as if he was ready to pin her down against the ground any second and have his way with her.


                                            He's doing everything in his power to control himself, just for her.


                                            She licks along his length, rolling her tongue as she goes desperate to collect the rest of the sweat that's built over the day as she finally makes her way to the tip.


                                            Slowly she opens her mouth as she looks up at him once more, making a show of gliding the tip of her tongue against his slit as a bead of pre-cum leaks out.


                                            Applejack closes her mouth over it, gently sucking as she runs her tongue along the underside of his head. Deciding she's teased her poor lover enough, she slowly descends as his cock pulses inside her mouth.


                                            Inch by perfect inch fills her mouth as she struggles to control herself, watching his strong muscular hands grip the sheets as she slowly swirls her tongue around him.


                                            She can feel him hitting the back of her throat, but she doesn't care. She wants to do this more than anything else right now, and from his heavy breaths and quiet grunts, so does he.


                                            Slowly she pushed deeper, his grip on the sheets faltering.


                                            "Fuuuck," he breaths out through gritted teeth as she pushes herself all the way to the base, her nose pressed firmly against his pelvis.


                                            She holds it there for a moment, savoring the feeling of him filling her throat, feeling the beat of his heart go through his entire length.


                                            Applejack slowly exhales through her nose as she looks up at him, his eyes screwed shut.


                                            A slight grin worms it's way onto her lips as she slowly pulls her head back before driving it down, sending moans vibrating throughout his rod.


                                            Setting a steady pace, applejack bobs her head back and forth, a small puddle of her own lust collecting underneath her as she tries to please him.


                                            She can feel it coming, he's tried so hard to hold back for her, but she knows he's ready. She can feel his muscles begin to tense as if he's holding his breath.


                                            Then she pulls back, his head leaving her mouth with a small pop.


                                            Quickly, Applejack kisses down his length, lingering at the base before climbing back up it. Each kiss bringing him closer and closer.


                                            She lets him throb violently against her lips as she rests them at the tip, before slowly pulling them away.


                                            Before he can protest she pulls herself into his lap, his aching cock pressed up against her rear. She winces as the tip buries itself between her legs, her own juices acting as a lubricant as she slowly rocks back and forth.


                                            Leaning forwards, Applejack places her forehooves on his chest as she begins to grind back and forth along his shaft.


                                            Anon's hands grip at her hips as he tries to control her grinding, but she fights back, slowly bucking him off as she builds up a rhythm all of her own.


                                            His face is twisted in a grimace as her rear rocks back and forth, her breath quickly growing ragged.


                                            "Ya've been such a good boy, holdin' back just fer me," She whispers as she kisses under his ear, finally positioning herself over him as she lifts her rear into the air.


                                            Applejack steadily lowers herself, the tip pressing into her, legs quivering as she struggles not to drive herself down all at once onto him.


                                            She gasps as she slowly sinks down, the tip spreading her drenched marehood.


                                            She knows just how much longer he can last than her, experiencing it first hoof more than a few times now; and unfortunately, with all her teasing she's almost as worked up as he is.


                                            With a long, drawn-out moan she begins to lower herself onto him, wincing as she feels herself slowly stretching open. Even being as wet as she is he's still a tight fit.


                                            Her hind legs give out and she drops down fast, his rigid shaft now firmly buried inside her as she struggles to calm her breathing.


                                            "Applejack..." Anon groans as his head recline against his shoulders


                                            She leans forward, pressing her front hooves against his chest as she begins to slowly work herself up and down.


                                            This is what she needed, after so long of being on the receiving end of this kind of treatment. Watching the man she loves struggle with everything he's got to control himself drives her wild.


                                            She bounces up and down, his hands sliding along the sheets as he starts to lose his grip.


                                            "Don't... don't worry, Ah'm gonna take care of ya," Applejack moans, leaning forward and kissing him as she quickens her pace.


                                            His hips buck upwards as she forces herself down, finally pressed all the way inside her, she rocks back and forth barely able to control her moans as his tip flexes the entrance to her womb.


                                            "I... I love you, Applejack..." Anon pants as she leans down, gently nipping at his neck.


                                            "You... are everythin'... a mare could ask for 'Non," she manages through labored breath.


                                            She pulls herself up once more, her forelegs wrapping around his neck as she drives herself back down, slowly rocking back and forth with him deep inside.


                                            "An yer all mine... every... inch..." she whispers as she plants kiss after kiss along his neck.


                                            He thrusts up into her, pressing his face against the side of her cheek as he tries to keep himself from exploding inside her.


                                            She can feel just how hard he's gotten, the way he throbs inside her, desperate to flood her womb. And she's not far off.


                                            Applejack redoubles her effort, bouncing up and down his length wildly, desperate for their shared release.


                                            "AJ" he grunts.


                                            This is it, the moment she's been waiting for.


                                            She presses her forehead against his, lips inches away from one another as she whispers, "Cum fer me, 'Non," using the last of her strength to slam down on him.


                                            She feels his tip slip past her cervix and into her womb, his hot seed bursting out, filling her as her own release hits her like a tidal wave.


                                            "Anon!" she cries, as the two of them ride their orgasms together.


                                            Panting heavily, she leans down and kisses him, his arms wrapping around her as they enjoy their final moments of ecstasy together.


                                            "That was fantastic 'Non..." she breathes out.


                                            Just as she's about to pull off him her world suddenly rotates, finding herself face down against the bedsheets.


                                            The feeling of Anon's heavy heated breath on the back of her neck sends her rigid.


                                            "You sure as hell went through a lot of trouble to get me worked up... even getting this gorgeous outfit to do it," he teases, pulling the garter band taught before letting it snap back against her.


                                            Suddenly his hand grabs her flank, fingers digging into her toned flesh as his chest presses against her back.


                                            "I don't think you have any idea how much I hold back with you AJ. You wanted to tease me? Wish granted, now it's my turn."


                                            Anon's hands grip her tighter, his body now pressed firmly against her.


                                            "You're in for a long night."


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                                            Rarity hums to herself as she puts the finishing touches on her new dress; it's been a slow but productive day. Soon her new line of autumn wear will be done.


                                            Just as the last rhinestone is placed, the sound of the boutique's door opening and the ring of its little bell draw her attention.


                                            "I'm in the back! I'll be out in a moment!" she calls out, looking to make sure everything is perfect.


                                            "I-Its me Rares," the orange cowpony calls.


                                            "Oh! Applejack darling come on back I've just finished my new fall lineup, you absolutely must see it!."


                                            Applejack through the doorway and Rarity's jaw drops.


                                            The poor mare's walking like Opal when she gets something stuck to her back foot.


                                            Rarity quickly attempts to stifle a snort with her forehoof, "D-Darling what's the matter?" She asks, struggling to contain herself.


                                            "Ya know that lingerie ya made fer me?"


                                            "Y-Yes," Rarity squeaks, her voice two octaves higher than usua.


                                            "It uh... it worked. A bit too well..."


                                            "Bit off more than you could chew did you?" she manages to just barely stifle her mirth as the cowpony draws nearer.


                                            "Rarity it's been three days an Ah'm still sore."


                                            "Oh you poor dear!" she says with a mixture of feigned sympathy and barely repressed laughter.


                                            "Quit laughin' at me!" Applejack flushes crimson.


                                            "I'm trying darling I really am."


                                            "Rarity!" Applejack says as she stomps her hoof "Ah swear ta..."


                                            "Alright! Alright!" Rarity says, just barely managing to control herself.


                                            "Now what is it you're here for Applejack?"


                                            A short pause follows before Applejack looks away, "Can ya make me another set..."