A Weekend Farmhand for Applejack

Applejack eyes fluttered a little as she gave a yawn and a stretch. Soarin’ and she had started to drift off a little after their recent activity, and before they knew it the rain had started to pass. No longer a downpour, the apple trees dewed up and dripped with rainwater. The orange pony snuggled up a little more to the Pegasus, wrapping her arms around his chest and resting her head there as well. She listened to the steady beat of his heart, lulling her back into a heavy-eyed state.

Soarin’ adjusted himself, his fingers coursing through the cowpony’s straw-yellow mane, breaking and splitting it up from the dirt. She didn’t seem to mind, and even seemed to purr as he did so. The Pegasus pushed her a little closer to him, letting her legs intertwine with his. The dirt on their bodies was trying to dry up and crack off. They both knew that they would eventually have to shower off.

If only they could stay like this forever though.

He turned to her and was about to say something, but before he could do so, he heard some rustling coming from behind them. He turned his neck to try and see what it could have been. “Did you hear that?” He asked.

“It’s probably just a squirrel,” she said, turning his head back, smiling lustfully at the stallion. “The orchard’s full of critters.”

“Yes, well… we are naked in the middle of said orchard,” Soarin’ mumbled, slowly losing focus as he became hypnotized in those big, half-lidded green eyes. “We don’t… yeah, you’re probably right.” He pressed his lips against hers, forgetting all about that strange sound as he became more occupied with other things.

Although it would be a grave error on their part, as the sound in the bushes slowly made its way closer to them, lost and confused, searching for something.

“Oh it must be here somewhere,” Fluttershy whispered to herself, her eyes glued to the muddy grass by her feet. “Oh where could that poor, injured, screaming animal be?”

During the rainstorm, Fluttershy had been sitting in her kitchen preparing all her critter friend’s meals for the afternoon when she had heard a large amount of loud screaming coming from Sweet Apple Acres. She had feared it was some poor little animal that got swept up in the rain, and was possibly lost or hurt… She had immediately grabbed her yellow raincoat and gone running into the storm, looking for whatever caused that noise.

And she was about to stumble upon it.

At first she didn’t see them, walking right passed the couple who were too busy with each other to notice. However, in her search she did hear the sound of mumbling, and turned around to see Applejack and Soarin’… going at it… naked… in the middle of the forest… NAKED.

She reacted appropriately… with a loud, high pitch scream that shook the earth around them. She quickly covered her eyes as the two of them nearly jumped a foot in the air, covering themselves and screaming back at her.

“What in the damn hickory hell are you doing here?!” Applejack shrieked, her arms cupping her breasts and her tail whipping around her hips, making a very makeshift skirt.

“I thought I heard an animal screaming in the woods during the storm!” Fluttershy cried, still petrified with fear and embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to walk in on the two of you… Oh, why does this sort of thing keep happening to me?!”

“What is she talking about it?” Soarin’ wondered, looking to Applejack for council. The looks she gave him said it was a long story, and that there were more important things to deal with at the moment. “Well anyways… Fluttershy, right? I’m sure that poor animal is still somewhere out there cold and afraid. So why don’t you go and help it out and just pretend that you never saw this.” He started rubbing the back of his head. “Pretty please?”

Without looking at them, she nodded her head. “I want to forget about this as soon as possible. I’ve walked in no enough of my friends for one lifetime.” She started running blindly in a random direction, which meant she didn’t see the tree that she ran into. “Ouch!” She groaned, falling into the mud, clutching her hurt nose. “Now I’m all muddy…”

Applejack and Soarin’ gave each other looks, the kind of look that said ‘Really?’ before they both went to help the poor mare up. Fluttershy kept her eyes closed the whole time.

“OK, Sugarcube,” Applejack said. “You’re facing away from us. Now just mosey on home cause I’m pretty sure those screams were… uhh,” she turned a little red. “Let’s just say the animal’s all better now.”

“Oh, did you find the poor thing?” Fluttershy wondered, clearly not getting it. “How bad was it…? Oh no, it doesn’t need stitches now, does it?”

“No, it’s just a little cold…” the cowpony muttered, turning even redder. She pushed her away, and Fluttershy cautiously tiptoed away from them back into the forest, and away from the two naked lovers. Applejack sighed, looking through the mud for some clothing. Her shirt, jeans and underwear were long gone, but thankfully her hat had survived the storm, and despite being soaked through it was fine. All it needed was a good blow dry. She pulled back a few of her loose hairs and put her hat back on. Even though she was fully nude, it made her feel a lot less naked.

That, however, didn’t make up for the fact that they were naked.

“Well…” Soarin’ said, after a few minutes of awkward silence. “Should… we head back to the barn… preferably taking a more… secretive route? No offense, but the last thing I need is another news reporter blackmailing me with a bunch of nudes of me walking out of a forest.”

Applejack laughed. “You say that like it’s happened before…”

The Wonderbolt gave her a serious look, and shuddered. “I never joke about things like that. Spitfire spiked my drink one night a few years back and the next thing I knew I woke up staring at the morning sky, fully nude with a three hundred pound mountain lion spooning against me. I managed to pry myself away from the cat, but before I could find my pants, some ginger-locked mare with a camera and an itchy trigger finger snaps a picture of my junk…”

The orange mare was bewildered. “Dang…” she muttered. Applejack looked down to her feet, and she couldn’t help but wonder what he had to do to get out of that mess… as well as a violent urge to beat the living crap out of this ‘ginger-locked’ girl. “So, considering I never seen a naked picture of you, how did you get around that one?”

“A two-thousand bit bribe and I had to let her touch my butt,” Soarin’ sighed, still remembering how pinchy she was. “Long story short, never look away from your drink when Spitfire’s around. So that’s why later that day I gathered a few spiders and hid them in her room. A little fun fact, Spitfire: Terrified of spiders.”

“You’re pulling my leg.”

“No it’s true,” he grinned. “She sees a spider and that proud, sex-crazed demeanor of hers gets changed into a frightened little girl. It’s the one thing that I can always use against her if she ever goes too far with her fun.” He started to laugh.

“Yeah… FUN.” Applejack said bitterly. “Ever had any fun with her?”

“Are we getting jealous?” Soarin’ smirked. “I’m sure you’ve slept with other stallions. But you don’t have to worry about Spitfire. She’s a great friend and all, and yes, I’ll admit that a few times we had fun, but she’s also a complete psychopath and I haven’t held any sexual feelings towards her since she tried to sell me to a San Palomino princess for cider money.”

Applejack was again, bewildered. “You know, you should write a book about all the crazy things that have happened to you.”

The Pegasus snorted. “Please, I could probably write a series.”

“Well still, It’s nice to know a bit more about you,” the cowpony grinned. “And nice to know that your friends won’t try anything if we’re…” she paused for a moment. There were a few words she wanted to say, but she felt tight lipped and scared. The two of them had made out in the middle of a rainstorm, in the mud. They had tasted one another, she knew the gentle drag of his rough tongue against her folds, and yet she still couldn’t ask if he wanted to be with her. Maybe it was because they were from different worlds, or perhaps because he was Soarin’, and could get any mare he wanted.

No… she had to stop thinking like that and say what she had to say. She took a deep breath, and put a hand on his shoulder. “I mean… what are we doing?”

“What do you mean?” He asked. “We’re walking back to the farmhouse.”

“No, I mean…” She was really starting to turn red now. “You and me. What are we now?”

“Well…” Soarin’ grinned, wrapping his arm around Applejack’s waist and pulling her towards him. “Let’s see. You’ve had a crush on me since the Grand Galloping Gala, I’ve been looking for you since then as well. We finally find one another due to some of the most bizarre circumstances I’ve ever seen, and less than two days later we’re stripping down and making out in the rain. So… I don’t know, what are we?”

The cowpony sighed with relief, snuggling closer to him as they walked. “That’s good to know.” From there, the two snuck through the trees. Thankfully, no ponies were there to see them. They ducked into the large barn, which was thankfully vacant, even the cows were out for pasture. Applejack walked to the hose, unhooking it and turning it on, letting loose a spray of cold water. She let it pour down the brink of her chest. She gave a little shiver, but it felt nice to have the mud get washed off her chest. “You want some?” She asked with a smirk, turning the hose on him and getting him wet, even cranking up the water pressure.

“Yikes, that’s cold!” Soarin’ jumped away from the water.

But Applejack wouldn’t let him get away with that, she kept him in her sights. “Oh what’s the matter, cowboy? I thought you pegasi were impervious to the cold?”

“Cold weather!” He yelled, ruffling up his feathers and trying to block the water with his hands. “I said nothing about liking being shot at with a stream of ice water!”

“So glad you told me that,” Applejack grinned, walking towards him with the full blast of the hose in hand. Wherever he tried to run, she kept the blast on him. “Aww, the big, strong Wonderbolt is afraid of getting wet?”

“Yes!” He cried, now scrambling on the ground. He crawled away from the water, and blindly reached for something to defend himself with. Luckily, Soarin’ found something to fight back with. There were a large amount of bottles lying around in this stall. Bottles of bubble bath and shampoo. “This has to be a porno or something…” he muttered to himself, grabbing a bottle and popping it open. Soarin’ turned around and squirted it onto her.

Applejack winced, her guard breaking for a second as she was covered in thick, gooey globs of shampoo. It was Soarin’s chance to counter attack, grabbing a few more bottles and zipping to the faucet of the hose, not only to turn it off but to change the water flow to another hose, a hose in his possession. With the tables turned, the Pegasus started his assault on the earth pony. She withered under the unrelenting blow of Soarin’s hose, trying to block the stream of cold water with her hands.

“Aww, what’s the matter?” The Wonderbolt gawked cheekily. “The big, tough, farm girl afraid of getting wet?” He pressed on full blast on the hose, nearly knocking Applejack off her feet. “I thought Earth Ponies were supposed to be hard as nails?”

“I’ll show you hard as nails,” Applejack cursed pleasantly under her breath. She tried to navigate around the water, but she was enjoying it too much, it was the right amount of cold to take her breath away slightly that she dropped her guard and let the water wash down on her. Grabbing her own breasts, she started to wash herself off, scrubbing the soap into her fur and cleaning off the mud. She cooed and let the water hit her back. “Hey, if you still got that soap bottle, why don’t you give this gal a scrub down?”

“What happened to showing me your nails?” Soarin’ asked, stepping forward with caution. “Is this some sort of trap?”

“Why don’t you find out?” The cowpony egged-on, wiggling her butt. “But could you hurry up? I’m just such a dirty girl…” She shot the stallion with big, puppy dog eyes, something that was strangely out of character for her.

However, Soarin’ didn’t know that, and his hormones took control as he approached the mare with lustful intention. He placed the hose nozzle in his teeth, and emptied half a bottle of soap into his hand, and slapped it onto the farmpony’s rump, causing her to give a little yelp. Soarin’ then reached around her, securing his grip on her by grabbing her around the waist. He pressed up close to the mare, rubbing the soap all around the left half of her body, letting the suds build up and wash over her.

Applejack started panting, her chest thrusting up against the restraints of Soarin’s arm. She lightly wrapped around his arm, pushing his arm closer to her. She didn’t want him to ever let go, and the tingling rod she felt poking her flank said the same thing. She grinned, adjusting herself slightly so Soarin’s hard member was hot-dogged between her buns. She didn’t want to hurt the little fella after all.

“You know what I love about you?” Applejack asked, looking behind her into the pegesi’s eyes.

“What?”

“You’re too trusting of beautiful mares,” she said wickedly, tightening her grip on the stallion, and with one swift movement, throwing him onto the hay-layered ground. Applejack pinned him down, sitting right on top of him. Her wet, slippery thighs slid easily on top of Soarin’s chest, and she grabbed both of his arms, making sure he couldn’t escape. “Well now…” She said lustfully, leaning down towards him with half-lidded bedroom eyes. “Looks like I’m winning again.”

“I thought you didn’t lie?” Soarin’ asked, not making any attempt to escape. “Isn’t that sort of your thing?”

“I never told a lie,” she chuckled. “I just egged you on to find out if I was tricking you. And would you look at that? I was…” Applejack fell down on top of him, her wet, soapy breasts squishing and sliding up and down his chest, massaging them against his pectorals and abs. She slid up to him, cradling his face and slowly planted a firm kiss onto his lips. She just wanted to lay there with him in the barn forever.

“Well, well…” A brittle, old voice chuckled from behind them. “I suppose this is what passes for hard work now?”

Applejack’s blood turned ice cold. She creaked her head around, and nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw her old Granny Smith leaning against the open barn door. The Apple matriarch gave her granddaughter an unamused look, and just stared daggers at her.

“G-G-Granny!” Applejack shrieked, jumping up and covering herself as best she could. “It’s-it’s not what you think! I was…”

“I don’t want to hear it, youngling,” Granny Smith said, reaching over to the towels they use to dry the cows off and tossed her granddaughter one. “And cover yourself in front of your elders! You look like a damn fool!”

“Y-Yes ma’am,” Applejack gulped, tying the towel around her. “Sorry, Granny…”

Soarin’ had cupped his groin, and was starting to get a little cold. “Umm… can I get a towel too?”

“I ain’t your elder!” The green mare snapped, stomping her walker on the ground. “I have half a mind to tan your behind. In fact, get your rump over here so I can paint you red.” She had a wicked twinkle in her eye… the kind of glare that would give onlookers a sick rolling in their stomachs, and a shudder down their spines.

The Wonderbolt was confused as to what to do. On the one hand, he didn’t want to disobey Applejack’s grandmother, but what she would do to him… He had his share of older women, but this mare probably knew the princess in prep school! Even he hadn’t been with a fossil, and he liked it that way. “Umm… isn’t there another way I can make this up to you?” He said in a cold sweat. “I’m really sorry for what I did with Applejack, it was wrong and disrespectful, and you must know that I respect her as a mare and am not just using her for her body.”

“Yes, cause that’s going to help…” Applejack muttered to herself.

Granny Smith started to smile a bit, tilting her head back as she started to laugh. “The heck I care about that! You and my Applejack are adults! I’m just mighty tick that you woke me up from my nap with your sinning!” She kept laughing her throaty chuckle. “Applejack, I thought I told you if you were going to hump the feather-pony, you’d keep the noise to a respectful level.”

The cowpony felt like she wanted to die. “Please don’t say hump…”

“Now then!” Granny Smith said, turning around. “If you two could wrap this up soon, dinner’s almost on the table.” The elder pony slowly walked out the door, shutting the barn behind her.

The two naked lovers both gave a heavy sigh, with the pegasus looking at Applejack. “Well… that was interesting… should… we finish up?” Soarin’ asked hopefully.

“Forget, the mood’s gone…” Applejack sighed.

“Yeah, your grandmother can be a real ball buster.”

Soarin’ and Applejack both looked confused from the sudden intrusion of the voice, a voice that Applejack was familiar with. She looked up to the second landing of the barn, and saw two hay piles shift and rumble as two heads popped out. The first she easily recognized as Rainbow Dash, and the second she had to think about, but the blueish-white mane and charcoal fur gave him away as Thunderlane.

“WHAT IN TARNATIONS ARE YOU DOING IN MY BARN?!” Applejack screamed, jumping in front of Soarin’ so her lecherous friend couldn’t spy on his good.

“What do you think?” Rainbow asked coolly. “We’re fucking, porking, and everything in-between.”

“In my barn?!” The farmpony continued to roar.

“Uh, yeah?” Rainbow said, as if it weren’t a big deal. “Me and Thunderlane like to bump it in here all the time.”

“This isn’t the first time?! How often do you guys do it in my barn? And WHY ARE YOU DOING IT IN MY BARN?!”

“Well…” Thunderlane said, thinking hard about it. “Me and Dash were starting to get bored of our regular routine, so we started getting creative, and one thing led to another…” He started to laugh nervously. “And the rest is history.”

“… You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, this ain’t a damn hotel! I have livestock in here! I keep my produce in here! Oh goddess…” Applejack looked like she was going to have a heart attack. “Please tell me you haven’t had sex near the apples.”

“Of course not… well…” Rainbow started to blush. “There was this one time we took a few apples and Thunder gave them some his special glaze, and another time we rubbed them between my legs before eating them, but none of those ever got mixed into the ones you sell.”

“But hey, million bit idea, Sex Apples!” Thunderlane said.

“BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!”

“Hey easy! Don’t get so mad at us,” Rainbow said. “We’re not the only ones that do it in here. Hell, we’re not even the only ones doing it in here now.” The multi-coloured mare leaned over the rafting and hung her head upside down, pointing to a closed cow stall. “Rarity and Spike have been going at it since before we’ve gotten here. And yes, we know you two were there, we just didn’t say anything cause we’re awesome like that.”

All eyes were directed at the stall where Rainbow had been pointing. There was a dead silence before finally, after some time, Rarity and Spike slowly peeked up from the stall. Rarity seemed to be wearing a cowbell around her neck, and had a patch of black makeup on her left eye, making her look somewhat like a cow. Spike had similar makeup on as well, only his markings were green instead of black.

“Before you say anything darling…” Rarity said cautiously. “I think it’s wonderful that you and Soarin’ are together.”

“Oh don’t try and sweet talk your way out of this!” Rainbow shouted.

“I wouldn’t have to if you had just kept your mouth shut!” Rarity scowled back. “Why did you have to make a remark? We could have all gotten out of here with our dignity if you’d just hadn’t said anything.”

“Yeah, what gives?” Spike asked.

“You guys took the good spot! We wanted the stalls, it’s got privacy, benches, and milk… it’s like a room in a sex motel.”

“Oh I’m sorry! I didn’t realize you had reservations,” Rarity said sarcastically. “But we were here first.”

Rainbow scowled. “Yeah, so now you have to pay the consequences, also, and I can’t believe nopony’s asked this yet, why are you two dressed up like cows?”

Rarity turned a little red and was about to answer the pony, when all of a sudden there was a loud bang of shotgun fire. Everypony jumped as Applejack cocked another shot of her 12 gauge, the nozzle smoking a little from her shot fired. “OK, now listen y’all, I have had it up to HERE with all your bullshit today!” Her hand shot up to make her point. “I haven’t the slightest idea in hell why my barn seems like the perfect place to fornicate, but if everypony doesn’t get out of here in the next twenty second, then I’m going to start blowing kneecaps away!”

Her friends eyes widened, they weren’t sure if Applejack was being serious or not, but they didn’t want to take that chance. Their friend did seem pretty high strung at the moment, and maybe wasn’t thinking straight. So without even taking a moment to gather their clothes, Spike and Rarity jumped over the door of the stall and ran into the orchard, with Thunderlane and Rainbow flying right behind them.

When the barn was empty, the farmpony’s breathing got a little less frantic, and she dropped the gun onto the floor. Soarin’ had taken a few steps back when she had first pulled the shotgun from a nearby barrel, but was now slowly inching closer to grab the gun and pull it away from the frazzled earth pony.

“Oh don’t be sissy toeing around me, I wasn’t going to shoot them,” Applejack said bluntly. “The gun’s filled with blanks, it’s meant for scaring intruders away. You’d think I’d keep a loaded gun just lying around the barn?”

“Still that was… intense,” He said, picking up the gun and tossing it aside. “You think they’ll be OK—” He was cut off when Applejack grabbed him by the back of the neck and shoved her tongue down his throat. He was caught a little off guard, even more surprised now than when Applejack had fired the gun, but he just went with it, his own tongue dancing with hers in a slimy and erotic dance of the senses.

When she was finished, Applejack pulled away, her hand dragging down his shoulder and into his hand, grabbing it as he dragged him out of the barn. “C’mon, we’re already late for dinner as it is.”

*****

Meanwhile, running and flying through the cover of the forest, Rarity, Spike, Rainbow Dash and Thunderlane were making a break for their individual homes.

“Maybe we should go back for our clothes?” Spike asked, jumping over a fallen tree trunk. “I’d rather not have to walk around town naked.”

“And you think I do?” Rarity muttered. “The thought of getting caught is a turn on, but actually getting caught was the most embarrassing moment of my life! Do you think I really want to add onto that? I might just die!”

“Maybe we can hit up Fluttershy’s house and snag some clothes,” Rainbow said, doing her best to weave through the trees. “They might be hemp sweaters and bell bottom jeans, but it’s better than parading down town in our birthday suits, right?”

Rarity took a moment to think about that, and suddenly took a sharp right towards town. “Spike, I think we can run fast enough through the alleys to remain hidden,” She grabbed her drake by the wrist and dragged him against his will towards town.

“Are you freaking serious?!” Rainbow shouted, still flying straight as she looked to her running friends. “You’d really rather go into town naked than wear Flutter’s clothing?”

“I will not dress like that!” Rarity hollered back. “Those are what my mother wears and I refuse to dress like her! I’d rather walk on all fours on a leash like a dog through town than where something from the…” She shuddered. “From the 70’s.”

Thunderlane gave her a strange look. “That girl has issues.”

“Tell me about it—oh crap!” Rainbow muttered, before coming to a screeching halt. She hadn’t been looking where she was going, and wasn’t able to avoid the pony walking right in her way. She crashed into the mare, with Thunderlane slowing down and seeing if they were OK. “Damn… sorry lady, didn’t see you there.”

“Oh… that’s OK,” The timid voice of Fluttershy mumbled as she got up from the ground, brushing herself off before looking up. “I didn’t mean to get in you—OH COME ON!” She shrieked, gasping at the sight of her naked friend, trying to turn around, only to see that Thunderlane was standing there naked as well. He gave her a little embarrassed wave before the yellow mare screamed, turning around once again. Rainbow Dash hadn’t moved in the three second she had looked away from her, and found herself staring at Rainbow’s naked body once again, so she span around… this went on for about five minutes before Fluttershy finally screamed herself into unconsciousness, falling flat on her face into the mud.

Rainbow and Thunderlane just stood there, looking confused. Eventually, the two of them grabbed the unconscious mare and lifted her up carefully, carrying her home.

Fluttershy kept mumbling only one thing while she slumbered. “Why… always… me…?”