Sleep didn’t come easy to Applejack that night. After the shameful encounter with her brother she had got herself cleaned up and headed towards the house she shared with her closest family. Dinner was on the table when she entered, her fur still damp from the bucket of water she had poured over herself to rid herself of dust, oil and - although it shamed her to admit it - other fluids from her marehood. She stuck her head into the kitchen and conveyed a mumbled excuse about why she needed to skip dinner and head right into bed, all while avoiding all eye contact with her brother. Ignoring the rambling protest of Granny Smith about healthy meal and growing up strong Applejack fled to the sanctuary of her bedroom. When there, she gave a great sigh of relief. She couldn’t bear the thought of having dinner with her family after all that had happened, especially not with her brother, not with THAT thing still stuck up her bum.

So now she lay awake, thoughts spinning in her head. Her stomach gave a low rumble and Applejack turned, for what felt like the hundredth time, in her bed. She didn’t dare to eat anything, for she didn’t know what effect food piling up behind the wooden intruder would have. Would she get sick? Did she have to go to the doctor tomorrow? Applejack didn’t like that idea at all. Having to explain her predicament to strange ponies wasn’t something she was very keen on doing. Also, if she met someone she knew at the local hospital, she would most likely be bombarded with well-meaning questions about her health. And Applejack would have to lie. And Applejack, she admitted to herself, wasn’t a very good liar. And even worse, if her family got wind of it they wouldn’t be so easily dismissed. Especially since her encounter with ‘Mac earlier, any attempt to persuade him of it being an accident would be impossible. With an annoyed motion she threw off her sheets and took a few resolute steps towards the small cabinet she kept in the corner. On the top shelf hidden behind some books she found what she was looking for. A clear glass bottle of fortified cider along with a small glass, both the passed down belongings of her late father.

Three glasses later Applejack crawled back into her bed, the soft warmth of the liquor calming the storm of thoughts raging in her brain. I need to find out how to get this thing out of me she thought. I need to do this myself, but I can’t do this entirely on my own. And if you needed some knowledge in Ponyville, there was generally only one logical place to go. Tomorrow, she would need to visit the library, and somehow, work up the courage to ask the assistance of it librarian, her friend, Twilight Sparkle.

Even with the combined relief of the apple liquor and having a plan to deal with her problem, sleep would not come. Her tailhole still felt strangely warm and throbbing. And even if she tried to ignore it, the warmth slowly crept up towards her marehood as she lay there staring at the dark ceiling. Or to be really honest, it had never really gone away since the episode in the barn earlier this evening. Despite the shame, shock, and several buckets of ice cold water of earlier the strange feeling wouldn’t stop. Had she really become sexually aroused there in the barn? By lying in the dirt, with a big wooden tormenting her bum and oil drenching her nethers? Suddenly, Applejack felt like a very dirty pony. Why would her body react in that way? Truth to be told, Applejack wasn’t very sure. While she technically knew about mares, stallions and foals from the compulsory sex education in school, this was an area where she felt very lost. She knew some mares liked to touch themselves, but that wasn’t the Apple family way. Or at least, that’s what granny Smith had told her that shame-filled “talk” they had all those years ago after she caught her “exploring” that day on the hayloft. After that there had been months of “hooves above the sheets” and “Apple family morals”. Applejack had simply accepted that touching yourself was something reserved for vapid big-city mares and harlots.

But lying here in her dark room Applejack began to wonder if she really was a proper Apple mare. Would an Apple mare have to wash her marehood with cold water to get the smell out before she had dinner with her family? After having a big wooden apple shoved up her behind? Would an Apple mare lay in bed with a hoof resting on her nethers? Applejack didn’t know how it had ended up there, resting between her slightly parted legs. She could feel the heat and moisture coming off her sex. And resigning herself as a hopelessly dirty and worthless pony, she gave her longing marehood a tentative rub. The orange mare didn’t really know what she had expected, but the result was rather disappointing. The only thing that happened was a small shiver that went through her body, and the distinctive feeling that she ought to do that again. So she complied.

After a few strokes, a sharp intake of breath was heard as she accidentally brushed against one of her nipples. Her small teats were hard and her nipples pointed towards the ceiling, despite the room being quite warm. She let the hoof leave her marehood and slowly circle one of her teats and tease her nipple. A shudder once again rocked her body. As she pulled the hoof away to return to her yearning marehood a small strand of something connected her nipple and her hoof. Bringing her hoof closer to her face she studied the wet patch in the fur, where it had rubbed against her nethers. Slowly bringing it towards her snout she took a probing whiff at her own juices. The smell was musky, hinting of apples and earth, although the scent also vaguely reminded her of clouds. And not being a proper Apple mare anymore, Applejack brought her tongue out licked her own juices. Bringing her other hoof to bear between her legs she rubbed faster and faster all while cleaning her first one with her tongue.

However, there was something that was missing. The orange mare could remember the feeling she had begun to feel earlier that day, the feeling of muscles beginning to contract deep inside her. This time however, the feeling eluded her, and rubbing her marehood only seemed to aggravate the need further. Trying to remember what had led her to the brink the last time, the stretching pain from her tailhole stood out in her mind, with both fear and enticement. With one hoof still working, her gaze fell upon one of the bedposts. The top was a rounded and smooth ball, and while not quite as thick as the apple lodged in her behind, it came close. Standing up, Applejack moved closer to the bedpost. Remembering the lessons from this afternoon, she brought a dripping hoof to bear and covered the round piece of wood in her own juices.

Positioning herself over the bedpost Applejack felt a rush of excitement as the curved wood came into contact with her ass. Bracing herself with a hoof against the wall, the other working on her marehood she slowly began lowering herself onto the bedpost. It was however, much harder than she anticipated. She began feeling her tight pucker strain to it’s limits, and a sudden twitch from her leg made her move and sending a moan from her mouth, if it was from pain or pleasure she could not tell. But finally she was feeling her marehood beginning to contract itself as in anticipation. Clenching her teeth together, Applejack made a few last rubs on her nethers before resolutely pushing herself down onto the wooden ball.

A suppressed moan made it’s way out between her clenched teeth. Pain shot from her asshole as she forced herself onto the much too big top of the bedpost, but as the post thinned again it settled into her ass. Applejack could feel both wooden objects pushing against her marehood from the inside, and suddenly she felt her legs go weak and both her holes began to rhythmically clench. Small moans and gasps made it out between her teeth and her hoof made an almost involuntarily grind against her front hole every time a spasm hit her. A small trickle of fluid slowly made it’s way down her hind legs. Slowly regaining her compulsure, Applejack once again braced to extract herself from the bedpost. As she wrought the top of the bedpost from her abused pucker with a pained grunt Applejack was hit by the second orgasm her life. This time her legs gave out from under her and she lay on the floor, panting, as her marehood spasmed and released a small trickle of juices that pooled around her flank.

It was also there on the floor, that Applejack finally found the sleep she had been looking for.

Author's Note

Next up, a visit to Ponyville library. Can Twilight help her friend deal with her problem? Stay tuned!