Applejack and Anon have a Picnic


                                            (Not mine)

                                            No.36896990

                                            >You were walking with Applejack through Sweet Apple Acres.

                                            >The two of you were on your way to have a picnic.

                                            "I think you'll like what I packed ya Anon, an earth pony classic."

                                            >"Looking forward to it Applejack."


                                            >"Is that the clearing up ahead?"

                                            "Yep, you want to lay out the blanket for us?"

                                            >"Sure thing."

                                            >As you went to retrieve the folded blanked from Applejack's back, you a notice a lack of any saddle bags.

                                            >And of any lunch.

                                            >"Applejack, did you forget the food?"

                                            "Nope, ah just packed it 'round back."

                                            >Still not seeing anything, you decide to go about laying down the blanket.

                                            >These ponies were always full of surprises.

                                            >Maybe she'll pull a Pinkie and pull it out of her mane.

                                            >Or maybe her hat?

                                            >You'll find out soon enough.


                                            >The blanket was a red plaid and the perfect size for two.

                                            >The setting looked nice with the apple trees around.

                                            >The two of you laid down on the blanket.

                                            >Still no sign of lunch.

                                            >"Applejack, I'm still not seeing any lunch."

                                            "Ah told you, I packed it 'round back."

                                            >You raise an eyebrow at her as she moves her rump in your direction.

                                            >You raise it further as she moves her tail to expose her marebits.

                                            >"Applejack... What are you doing here?" You say nervously.

                                            "Getting your lunch, silly."

                                            >"Uhh"

                                            >As you look you see her rear ring flex, and the tip of a carrot peaks out.

                                            "Go on now. Lunch is waiting."

                                            >You pause for a moment contemplating what to do.

                                            >You've never been on a picnic with her before, maybe this is just how ponies do it?

                                            >Or maybe this is what she meant by earth pony classic?

                                            "What're you waiting for back there?"

                                            >"Nothing!"

                                            >You decide to go for it.

                                            >As you lean in you can't help but admire her shapely rear.

                                            >The ponut nestled snugly between her cheeks, just under the meaty dock at the base of her tail.

                                            >And below that, the horse pussy.

                                            >Perfectly formed to fill in the valley beneath, starting narrow at the top and ending slightly bulbous at the bottom.

                                            >You sure would like to get a piece of that.

                                            >But that's not why you're here.

                                            >And not wanting to be rude, you get a move on.

                                            >As you near you hesitate a little.

                                            >You give the area a quick sniff test.

                                            >There's an ever so slight tang from the sweat of walking out here, but otherwise she seems rather clean.

                                            >Overall it's actually surprisingly pleasant.

                                            >You give her ponut a tentative lick.

                                            >A hint of the sweat, but it's not bad.

                                            >You wrap your lips around the ponut and begin to reach in with your tongue for the carrot that has now retreated.

                                            "There you go sugarcube."

                                            >Her ponut starts out soft and puffy on the outside but becomes more solid once you being to press into it.

                                            >The think muscular ring grips your tongue as it presses in.

                                            >You find the end of the carrot with your tongue and attempt to get a grip on it.

                                            >Eventually you do and are able to retrieve it.

                                            >One baby carrot, a perfectly bitesize morsel.

                                            "Ahh, yer doing good back there Anon."

                                            >From the sound of her voice it seems like she's enjoying this.

                                            >You go back in for another.

                                            >Reaching in and tongue wresting it out of rear.

                                            >You find five more carrots hidden inside.


                                            "Alright Anon, time for the main course. I made this one up special for yall."

                                            >You can feel her ring expand and contract as she pushes the next item out.

                                            "A veggie wrap with all the fixins, erm, minus the hay of course."

                                            >As the wrap makes it's way to the exit, you retract your tongue to make way.

                                            >You pull back to watch it protrude from her rear a small distance.

                                            "There ya go. Made with the finest ingredients."

                                            >You go in for a bite, careful not to catch the ponut flesh that held the wrap in place.

                                            >It's delicious.

                                            >It contains spinich, avacado, and a variety of other veggies.

                                            >You go in for another bite, lips dragging over the ponut ring as you do so.

                                            >You notice a dampness on your chin.

                                            >A quick inspection reveals that Applejack had indeed been very much enjoying the picnic.

                                            "You sure have a healthy appetite, whew."

                                            >Applejack said in a breathy voice.

                                            >"I had no idea you where such a good cook."

                                            "Granny’s recipe, maybe I'll show you sometime. But less yapping and more eating."

                                            >You oblige the mare, going back to the veggie wrap being so perfectly presented to you.

                                            >Bite after bite led to more leakage from her nether region.

                                            >Eventually when you fished the wrap, you made sure to clean your plate well.

                                            >Licking up every crumb and ensuring the ponut was as clean as when you started.


                                            "Now, now Anon. I-I think that's enough."

                                            >Pulling back you see her breathing a little heavier now.

                                            >Pause.

                                            >"That was nice. I think I'd like to do this again sometime."

                                            "Me too sugarcube, me too."

                                            >Applejack repositions herself facing toward you.

                                            "With how much ya enjoy picnics, I can't wait to see what ya packed me."

                                            >"Uhhh, about that."

                                            fin